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I’m not sure if I love the Marauders era, the Harry Potter era or the Next Generation era more.
—  I solemny swear that I am up to no good.
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My Great Comet Experience

I saw the 8 pm show on July 15, 2017! Here are a bunch of the things that happened during the show/at stagedoor (as many of the things as I can remember, anyway) in no real order:

  • Before the show, Paul Pinto gave us dumplings and chatted with us a lot and was super nice
  • Paul warned us that there would be a lot of high kicks and Russian dancing and that everyone would invade our personal space
  • When Denée walked by at the start of Prologue after Andrey had left, she made eye contact with me
  • An ensemble member sang the very first “Everyone’s got nine different names!” right in our faces
  • I got hit by so many dresses it was amazing
  • Reed LuPlau came up and said hi a few different times (Including during The Duel, when he came right up in my face and yelled)
  • I made eye contact with Everyone
  • Grace McLean and Amber Gray smiled at me a bunch
  • Nicholas Belton, as Bolkonsky, almost grabbed my sister during Private And Intimate Life but ended up going with another girl who was older than her
  • During The Opera, when Lucas entered, he stood right next to me as he said “Mais charmante” and my heart stopped
  • During The Duel, Josh Canfield slid up to me on his stomach and yelled “HEY THERE!” and I yelled back “HI!”
  • In The Duel, Grace came out all clad in leather and holding a whip (something I will never ever forget) and started doing a lot of sexual moves and she saw the confused look on my little brother’s face, looked at me, and laughed 
  • Amber sounded much more concerned for Pierre than she sounds on the cast album
  • When Dolokhov “shot” Pierre, Amber screamed “NO!” but there was also some other guy who yelled “NO!” and I’m still not sure exactly who it was
  • During Letters, when Lucas was singing the “Just say yes” part, he held out the last “Yes” forever and was on the ground and basically clinging to Denée for dear life
  • When Denée yelled “YES!” after Lucas finished his part in Letters, she grabbed onto him forcefully and everyone laughed
  • During The Abduction, Nick Choksi ran over to our table and yelled “WHO’S OVER 21 AT THIS TABLE” and my older sister pointed at my little brother and Nick went “SHOTS FOR EVERYONE!”
  • Nick threw lemon Jolly Ranchers on our table
  • At one point, Nick came over, patted my head, and went “You’re a sweet kid. Don’t listen to guys like me” and I almost cried
  • Amber set her glass down on our table
  • Lucas Steele played violin right in my mom’s face
  • Lucas’ note at the start of The Abduction went on forever and everyone cheered so much it was wild
  • Lucas sat down in front of my mom for a bit and afterwards she commented on how sweaty he was
  • When Lucas told everyone to sit down during The Abduction, he sat down next to some guy and then gave him a fist bump and everyone laughed
  • While Lucas had us sitting and waiting in silence, he ever-so-slowly leaned his head back, causing everyone to laugh even more (and I leaned to my sister and said “What if Lucas just sneezed Right Now”)
  • When the “Wait! WAIT!” part happened in The Abduction, Heath Saunders went “Seriously?” in a very unhappy manner (damn you Dolokhov for ruining his fun)
  • During The Abduction, a clarinetist played right in my face
  • Everyone went WILD with the egg shakers I had one in each hand and just went at it
  • Lucas and Amber were all over each other it was very strange but definitely the dynamic I expected between the two
  • The Marya/Hélène makeout Happened and it was great
  • There was so much yelling I was very tempted to join in
  • At one point in The Abduction, an ensemble member (her name has slipped my mind) sat on my sister’s chair and just leaned on her shoulder for awhile
  • I cried during Dust And Ashes so thanks for that Oak
  • When Oak sang “Amuse yourself with women like my wife,” Amber looked so angry and offended
  • After Pierre And Anatole, Grace sat on a stool in front of my mom so she was facing me and she looked very solemn
  • I looked at her every so often and was already in tears because the show got sad, then I saw a tear roll down Grace’s face and it absolutely broke me
  • At the end of the show, Grace and I made eye contact while I was still crying and she smiled at me
  • Sonya Alone broke my heart, Ingrid started crying towards the end of it
  • Denée’s crying during Pierre And Natasha was really loud and she was right near me and it hurt my soul
  • Oak put so much emotion into everything and made me cry and smile and just??? He’s such an amazing Pierre he is honestly my favorite one
  • At stagedoor, Reed LuPlau, Andrew Mayer, Heath Saunders, Oak, and Nicholas Belton all recognized my art from Instagram/twitter
  • Everyone complimented my art and it made me feel really good
  • Nick had me sign my art with his sharpie and I almost cried right there
  • Nick, when he saw my art, was like “I’m sort of a drawer myself!” I told him I had seen his art and he looked kinda surprised
  • Lucas had me hold onto my art while he kept signing so he could come back and get it and I had to move somewhere else on the barrier to get to Nicholas so my mom took my drawing of Lucas for me and she said that Lucas was walking and looking around for me at first because I had moved
  • Lucas told my mom to tell me he said thank you for the art and honestly he was just so sweet??
  • Nicholas was the last one out so I asked him about what to do with the rest of the drawings I had and he took them in for me which was really kind of him

If I remember anything else I’ll add it in a reblog, but this is the main stuff that I can remember!

Master Post

Tom Riddle:
How To Live Forever

Golden Trio Era

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Harry Potter:
Untitled (Pregnancy)
Untitled (Animagus)
Broken
Untitled

Ron Weasley:
Knight in Shining Armour
You and Me
Detention With Umbridge
Family, New and Old
Sweet
Untitled
The Family

Hermione Granger:(girlxgirl)
Untitled
Secrecy

Neville Longbottom:
Adventures
The Password
Lucky
2AM

Ginny Weasley:
Untitled (girlxgirl)

Draco Malfoy:
Tease
Devil’s Backbone
Secret
Untitled
Brave
Someone Who Understands
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled (smut)
Untitled
Untitled (smut)
Photograph
Jag alskar dig
Lakeside Kisses
Shame
Untitled

Fred Weasley:
What Love Is
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled
Little Differences
Who I Choose
Alright

George Weasley:
Untitled (pregnancy)
Just Someone
I Solemny Swear That I Am Thoroughly Confused

Weasley Twins:
Untitled (polyamory)

Oliver Wood:
Untitled
At Last
Untitled

Cedric Diggory:
Concerned

Marauders Era

Never
Untitled

Sirius Black:
Maybe Next Time
Untitled
The New Sexy
The King
Even Witched Get Flu

Remus Lupin:
Untitled
Untitled
Untitled
The Yule Blues

Regulus Black:
Proof
Regulus’ Daughter

Severus Snape:
Untitled

Next Gen

Teddy Lupin:
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Louis Weasley:
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Dating ___ would be like:

Draco
Fred
George
Neville
Cedric

Friendships/Relationships/Roommates

Hufflepuff/Gryffindor
Hufflepuff/Slytherin (Roomates)
Slytherin/Gryffindor
Hufflepuff/Slytherin/Gryffindor
Ravenclaw/Gryffindor
Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw (Friendship)
Ravenclaw/Slytherin (Friendship)
Ravenclaw/Slytherin (Roomates)
Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw (Dating)
Hufflepuff/Slytherin (Dating)

Preferences

How He Dances With You
How You Two Cuddle (Marauders Era)
How You Two Cuddle (Golden Trio Era)
How They Act When Their Daughter Goes On Her First Date (Marauders)
When He Sees You Walking Down The Aisle
How They Kiss You
How They Say Sorry
Your First Fight (Marauders Era)

Fanart

Remus
Sirius
James
Cedric
Lily

Aesthetics

Sirius
Remus
Ginny
Luna

Proust was right: life is represented more accurately by bad music than by a Missa solemnis. Great Art makes fun of us as it comforts us, because it shows us the world as the artists would like the world to be. The dime novel, however, pretends to joke, but then it shows us the world as it actually is - or at least the world as it will become.
—  Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum

shika1778  asked:

Not really smutty or kinky but, how would it be if yandere Hanzo 'adopted (kidnapped) a child and began raising it as his own child. It's strictly platonic and completely up to you if the child knows they've been kidnapped or not

Here you go, Darling, I hope it’s to your liking. There’s a little follow-up on the loose ties but I’d like to make sure it’s what you wanted before I post it.

Well, screw it, decided to add it anyway. Might be horrible since I’m hardly awake.

TW - implied child abuse

Hanzo was never one to make impulsive decisions. He’d not engage in a situation that has not been planned for, scenarios ran, all possible outcomes prepared for. Years of grooming to be his father’s fitting heir could not be easily dismissed or forgotten. Rash actions were Genji’s forte.

Maybe that’s why he felt so at loss now,  sleeping bundle in his arms, as he made his way back to his current hideout. He still could not believe what he’s done. A child. He had taken a child. Away from her mother.

Granted, the mother seemed more interested in arguing with her boyfriend over the phone, leaving the little girl to fend for herself in a busy street. Hanzo remembered frowning, a child of three should not be up at this hour. Especially not in the red light district of Hanamura. Yet the little girl seemed so at ease among prostitutes, pimps and gangsters. Like it was all she knew. She reminded him of Genji at that moment. How bright and full of life he was. How that life was snuffed out by him, his own brother. Cut down from behind as he ran for his life.

At that moment something clicked in Hanzo’s head. He strode towards the little girl and picked her up. Quiet and unseen despite the rowdy crowds. He could hear mother’s slurred words as she argued still with her partner. No one reacted. No one cared.

He expected the girl to kick a fuss, but as he looked down at her, pressing finger to his lips, she only beamed at pressed her own little finger to her lips. Then she burst into fit of giggles and snuggled up with face cradled next to Hanzo’s neck.

He was baffled.

Shimada decided to fall back on on what he knew the best – keep calm and asses the situation.

Once he was back home, the girl safely tucked away in bed, the wheels started turning.

He had the child, there was no denying that. No one witnessed the abduction. He could easily drop her off at the police station, saying he’s found her wandering the streets. He was just a good person, helping a helpless child. It was more than plausible story, surely this scenario happened a lot in any big city. He’d just have to make sure the girl backs up his story

Satisfied, he fell asleep on the couch.


Morning came and with it, execution of last night’s plan. In a spirit of his good passer-by persona, Hanzo had prepare breakfast. Miso soup, rice with nattou. Black coffee for himself, apple juice for the child. That would do.

-‘Toto-san, you made breakfast?’- Hanzo almost jumped. It’s been years since anyone could sneak up on him. Apparently a girl in sleep-rumpled clothes could.

-‘What makes you think I’m your daddy, child?’ - Hanzo mused.

-‘Mama said so. She said that if I misbehave my daddy will come and take me away. And I broke her favourite cup!’- Little face scrunched in though. -‘But mama said that you are a bad person…’

-’ Am I not?’ - Hanzo crossed his arms, amused by the child’s courage and ease with which she addressed him. So much like Genji was at her age.

-’ You let me sleep in bed and made me breakfast. Mama never makes breakfasts. Or gets up this early.’- she shrugged -‘It’s OK. I know Mama lies. All grown ups do. Guess she lied about you too. Can I have breakfast now?’

-'Go wash up first’.

The cogs started turning again. More assessment was required. Too little information to make a proper decision.

She seemed as much set on observing him as he was her. It was a strange experience. He, deciding girl’s fate and her learning about a man she believed to be her father.

-’ You put raw eggs on your rice?’ - she scrunched her nose in disgust.

-'Yes, first I mix rice with eggs, like this, then add nattou.’ -Hanzo showed her. Something made him offer his bowl for the child to try. She took tentative bite.

-'Oh '– she was clearly surprised -’ that’s yummy. Can I have some eggs too, please?’.

She followed Hanzo’s instruction and the atmosphere lost some of its tension.

The girl ate quietly and clean. Small bites. Very unlike Genji. She had good manners, full of pleases and thank yous. From the way she eyed him warily, Hanzo could guess they were taught as defence mechanism rather than politeness. Her figure out of winter coat also looked wrong – too skinny. Children at that age were still on the chubby side from toddler’s years.

The girl even washed the dishes without any prompting. She was clearly used to taking care of herself.  

Hanzo still didn’t ask her name. Somehow that would make it final. She’d become a person, rather than situation he had to deal with.

Some part of him wanted to be annoyed with the child. Any excuse to expel her from his life, back into the streets. Yet she was like a rabbit near a tiger. Quiet, making herself as invisible as possible, however her yes would fly to him whenever he moved. She also didn’t complain. He gave her some paper and a pen and she seemed more than happy to draw the hours away. She’d even ask if she can go to the bathroom.

He was supposed to get information, not ignore her, he reminded himself.

-'Would you like to watch a movie?’- she perked up immediately and nodded her head, Before he could say anything she put back the pen and paper and bound up to him, like an eager puppy. Looking down at her, he didn’t really like the sharpness of her bones he could see through her clothes.-’ Why don’t you find something for us to watch and I will make us some snacks?’.

Again, her head bobbed and she set off, happy smile on her face. Even that little attention was enough to brighten her up.

Cutting up fruits gave Hanzo enough time to prepare an approach. Being more direct was in order.

He set up the plate on the low table and sat down on the couch. Girl was on the other end, huddled, browsing selection of horror movies of all things. Hanzo was never great at physical expression of emotion but the child would require some reassurance for this to work.

-'It’s alright, you can sit with me, little one’- he patted the space next to him. At the same time, he sat with his legs curled up on the couch. He didn’t want her too close.

She made herself a nest out of his legs and pillows before setting for a movie.

A Korean horror about giant squid attacking the city and a less than ideal father trying to save his daughter. Was she trying to be cheeky?!

As the movie grew scarier, the girl has managed to crawl behind Hanzo’s legs, big dark eyes watching the screen intently from above his tights. Sometimes she’d cover her mouth with her hand but she never looked away. No matter how grisly it got. The girl was brave.

In the end father defeated the monster but the daughter has died.

The child was upset but Hanzo was not equipped to deal with this kind of emotions. Buying himself time was the best choice.

-'Help me make lunch, we can watch another movie after. If you behave I might have some castella for you.’ - sweets always worked with Genji and they seemed to work with her.

The only thing he had was frozen nikuman and some store bought side dishes. It would have to do but they’d need to go out to buy some more food for dinner. He’s not going to let her go hungry…

Tiny hands grabbed his leg, face pressed against the cloth to muffle sobs.

Hanzo lifted the girl up, soothingly rocking her. Like his mother used to do all those years ago. She calmed down after a while, sobs turning into soft hiccupy breaths.

-'What’s wrong, little one?- he rubbed his chin on her head, letting the child know he was here for her. She didn’t answer at fist, fingers digging deeper into his t-shirt.

-'You wouldn’t leave me with a monster? - came a shaky voice. -’ You would come and save me before it hurts me?’

Was this over a movie? He lifted her chin, searching her eyes. No. There was something more. He suspected it and now he could see a sliver of a proof. He needed more. Damn. He didn’t even know her name. He needed her trust.

-'Little one, listen to me. I, Shimada Hanzo solemny swear to protect you from any monsters that could come and hurt you. Now, it’s your turn.’ - Hanzo stick out his pinky.

-'I, Abe Hanae,  solemny swear to protect you from any monsters that could come and hurt you.’

The child, Hanae wrapped her finger around his. The pact was sealed. Decision was made. Now, he needed details.

He put her down on the ground and kneeled before her, hands on tiny shoulders. They felt delicate like bird wings.

-'I am proud of you, Hanae. But monsters are not only in the movies, are they? - she gave a small nod. -’ Why don’t you tell father about those monsters you’ve met?’

She was silent for a long time, breathing shakily, each gasp threatening to become a sob. Then she started talking. Slowly. Painfully.

Hanzo listened.

It was one thing to suspect or even know about abuse. To heart it in detail from a child’s mouth…

His was a cold fury, calculated fury. He could not restore Genji’s giri, but for Hanae it wasn’t too late. He’d have to tie up a loose string first.

Hanae’s mother was Kyoko Abe. A hostess. She was also the girlfriend of high ranking Ogata Group member, one of the many clans that rose to power in the vacuum left by Shimadas’ demise. Disposing of her in his usual manner would be too problematic.

Shimada clan might have been all but broken, but some of Hanzo’s contacts worked still.

Goro, a small time yakuza and master forger, owed him a favour. Faking birth certificate was easy. Hanzo supplied him with all information. Goro felt like he had a cheap way out of a sticky situation, being indebted to a Shimada.

Unfortunately for him, Goro could never keep his mouth shut. It would be only a matter of time before let it slip about birth certificate after one too many drinks.

Yet his vices were Hanzo’s blessings. He invited Goro out for drinks, knowing fully he wouldn’t refuse if Shimada was buying. Hanzo made sure to express his gratitude for documents. What a fine friend Goro was! If he ever needed a favour, anything at all, here, Hanzo’s number. Just call, he could always use a friend like him. It wasn’t long before Goro was too drunk to stay awake. All Hanzo had to do is dump him in a motel room rented in Goro’s name and wait for the call.

It came mid morning the next day.

The forger sounded panicked and urged Hanzo to come over. He left Hanae eating breakfast, watching even more horror movies. She loved them.


The room stank of sex, alcohol and sweet perfume. Woman on the bed was beautiful and dead.

-'I don’t know what happened last night, brother. I didn’t do it!’ - Goro kept babbling.

Hanzo lifted up empty syringe and waved it at him. It was a custom among some yakuza to make women more pliable with drugs.

Hanzo explained to him that they met her last night when drinking and Goro took a shine to her. When Hanzo left Goro was chatting her up. In his drunken state he gave her too much. The woman clearly OD'ed.

-’ Better call your boss, Goro. Mr Nagashima and my father were good friends. I will sort it out’ – Hanzo had every intention of doing just that.


Half an hour later they were sitting in a night club manager’s office. Dead woman on the floor. It was just another dead girl until Nagashima saw her face. He want white and slapped Goro hard.

-'You fucking idiot! That’s Ogata Kazue’s woman! You want to start a war?!’ - Goro crumpled to the ground, apologetic and desperate.

-’ Nagashima-sama, it was I who invited Goro out for drinks. I should have kept better eye on him’.- Hanzo bowed his head respectfully. - 'Please, let me rectify this situation’.

-'Yes… Sojiro has taught you well. I trust you know what to do?’

-’ Leave it to me, but we’ll need a driver’.


After quick stop to pick up Hanae a long car journey into the mountains started. No one spoke. Three grown men, little girl, and her dead mother in the trunk. What a group they made.

They drove till almost dusk. Narrow wooden roads, bending like snakes. Hanzo was quite surprised how engrossed children could be with tablets. But Hanae looked quite happy, headphones on, eyes following whatever was happening on the screen. Maybe that’s all she’s used to doing with her time? Hanzo made a mental note about it.

They finally came to a stop and what followed was hours of labours digging. Mostly done by Goro. It was his slip up. When the hole was deep enough they moved Kyoko’s body and dumped it.

-'Guess all we have to do is cover the bitch up!’ - Goro chimed happily.

Silenced shot send him tumbling down, just another body in an already prepared grave. The silent driver nodded in approval. Yes, all that was left is to bury all that happened.

Everyone knew Goro had big mouth.

Filling the grave was much faster than digging it. They covered it as best as they could in the dined car-light.

When it was finally finished, Hanzo was happy to sink into car sit. In the rear-view mirror he could see Hanae’s eyes, dark and terrified. He turned around and put a hand on her head.

-'That man was a monster, little one, and Father hunts them. Just like he’ll hunt the ones that hurt you. And then I’m going to teach you how to hunt them yourself.’

He didn’t oppose when she crawled into his lap, curled up like a cat. He might as well get used to it since he decided to keep it.

Top 25 Favorite Composers

No.11: Ludwig van Beethoven (~17 December 1770 - 26 March 1826)

In Greek mythology, Prometheus was a Titan who brought Olympian fire down to mankind. It makes a lot of sense that Beethoven would idealize Prometheus through music, first in his ballet The Creatures of Prometheus, and then in a set of variations for piano, and then by taking those variations and using them as the end of his groundbreaking Eroica Symphony. Beethoven is a genius of contrasts, of going against convention to elevate it. His music is Classical, a shift into Romanticism, but he himself has been mythologized by Romantic idealists. He was influential in the major genre; sonatas, symphonies, concertos…and in all three he pushed the limits of what was allowed and completely overturned the cultural attitudes to music. “What can music do?” Beethoven answers that question with sound and fury, with humanism, emotion, experimentation, all while ironically becoming deaf. Like Mozart, it is easy to put the man on a pedestal, his brooding scowl, a Byronic hero, a misunderstood genius, all of those cliches…but we need to recognize that these great names and figures are human. They are flawed. And they exemplify the height of human creativity in spite of those flaws. My favorite works by Beethoven are his nine symphonies, his piano concertos 3-5, his later string quartets and the grosse fuge, too many piano sonatas to count, his “Archduke” Piano Trio, his late violin sonatas, and his Missa Solemnis.

Ex’s Wedding, Part 2 - Brett Talbot Imagine (Teen Wolf)

Request: part two to that drabble where my ex-boyfriend invites me to his wedding one?

Prompt: Ex-boyfriends’s Wedding Date with Brett Talbot

Characters: Reader, Brett Talbot, Maia aka Ex-boyfriends fiancé/wife

Part 1.

Originally posted by jlbwedding


The wedding day.


I gasped as I starred at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a tight burgundy dress with some lace details and some cute black high heels while my usual straight, long hair was curled. My make-up was minimal and natural – some mascara and red lipstick. Nothing too dramatic or exaggerated. Just the outcome that I wanted.


“(Y/N)?” Brett’s familar voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned my head towards the door. He stood by the doorframe with a nervous smile on his face while he was struggling to fix his tie. “I thought maybe you could help me?” He rubbed his neck sheepishly and looked at me with a crooked smile on his face. “Sure,” I replied as I approached him. Brett’s eyes were studying every move of me while I was fixing his black tie.


“There you go,” I said after his tie was fixed. “now it’s perfect.” I smiled and looked down at him. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a white button-down shirt under his blue coat and the black tie I had just fixed for him. His light blonde-brown hair was perfectly styled back as usual. Damn, he looked really good. I thought as I studied him, but immediately shook it off again. He’s your best friend, (Y/N). Just your best friend, don’t forget about that, I told myself while mentally punching myself in the forehead for thinking that Brett looked hot.


“Thanks,” Brett said, pulling me out of my own thoughts again. “So..are you ready to go?” He asked as he was looking down at me. I nodded, even though I wasn’t really ready.


I mean, I was really nervous about Jake’s wedding and seeing him, his fianceé and family again who were probably going to ask me the most uncomfortable questions about me and my life, which I was definitely not ready for. Luckily they all thought that Brett was my boyfriend, since that is what I told Jake on the phone a few weeks back, so maybe they wouldn’t talk to me about mine and Jake’s relationship back when we were younger, because I knew it would probably make me emotional in some kind of way.


I really don’t want anyone to know, that I never really got over Jake and our terrible break up, and that he was the reason I was scared to trust and love anyone ever again.


“Yeah, I guess I am,” I answered after a while and looked back at Brett’s face. He just smiled and offered me his arm, which I gladly took and linked mine with before we left my room and went downstairs together. A silence fell between us while Brett led me the way to our ordered cab but I enjoyed it. Brett knew how freaked out I was about the wedding and the whole ‘meeting my ex-boyfriend’ scenario and that’s why he was giving me some space and time for myself, and I was really grateful that he did that.


“Don’t worry, okay? I promise I’ll be the best fake-boyfriend there’ll ever be” Brett said as we arrived outside. He then opened the door of the cab for me with a little smirk plastered on his face. I giggled and nudged his shoulder before I slid into the back of the cab. “I know, you will. I’m really glad you’re my best friend and my date for the wedding, Brett. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I told him as he slid into the seat next to me. “You’d probably be very desperate I’d say,” Brett chuckled and I shook my head, laughing. “Yeah, probably.” He said and we both bursted out laughing.


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About an hour later, we finally arrived at the wedding place. It was a big, old but very pretty chapel with coloured windows and beautiful looking decorations on the outside. A few people were gathered outside waiting for the wedding ceremony to start, all of them wearing fancy dresses and designer suits, already making me feel insecure about myself.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” I asked Brett as we stood infront of the big chapel.

“Uhm, at least it’s what was written on the inivitation card,” Brett responded, looking as suprised and taken aback as I was.


“Well, we can still turn around and leave, you know? It’s not like anyone would notice anyway.” I said, while watching the crowd of people going inside of the building for the wedding ceremony that was about to start soon.


A few seconds passed and Brett and I were the last people standing outside. I noticed Brett shooting a glance at me. “(Y/N),” He put his hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. “I know it’s not easy for you to be here today, I totally get that. But you’re here now and I promise you that we will get through this day, together, okay? We’re both pretty nervous, you probably more than I am, but as long as we’re together I know it will be alright.” He assured me with a sympathic smile on his face.


The clock of the chapel rang, which was the sign that the wedding was starting just in a few minutes and I felt my heartbeat increasing immediately. There was a part of me that wanted to run away and go back home to crawl under my blanket, but the other part knew that Brett was right. He was with me and we both were a pretty good team. We’ve always been. Although I was pretty nervous about this whole day, with Brett by my side I had at least someone I could trust with all of my heart, which made the whole day less scary and nerve wrecking than I had thought.


“Thank you,” I said, giving him a small smile. I took his right hand and intertwined it with mine. Brett smiled at my gesture and squeezed my hand a little, comforting me once again. “We should probably go,” Brett nodded and we both headed towards the entrance of the chapel.


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A few people turned around as Brett and I entered the chapel. Some of them turned away as soon as they realized that I was not the bride, but some of them kept starring and started whispering with each other. It instantely made me feel uncomfortable, but Brett stood right beside me, his hand still holding on to mine, while we were looking for a place to sit. “Hey, it’s okay. Just ignore them, (Y/N).” Brett whispered into my ear as we slid into a free place in the second row.


I nodded and held onto Brett’s hand, trying to ignore all those strangers who were looking at me. “You look beautiful, that’s why they’re all starring,” Brett stated out of the blue. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Woah, did Brett Talbot just make me blush? I thought as I looked away from him, trying to hide a shy smile. “Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself, Mr.Talbot,” Brett just smiled at me for a second and then looked back at the front where Jake, his best man and the priest were waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle.


“Ladies and Gentlemen… please arise from your seats for the bride and her father,” A voice said coming from the speakers. Everyone in the room stood up and turned around towards the door and so did Brett and I. As soon as the door of the chapel opened and the bride and her father entered the room, loud piano music settled in and everyone watched the beautiful bride slowly walk down the aisle. Well, everyone except for me. I was the only one who looked at the groom, Jake. I felt my heart ache a little when I saw him, but ignored it. His face lit up at the sight of his fianceé and right at that moment, I knew that he really loved her.


A few moments later, the bride finally arrived at the front and now stood next to the groom. She kissed her father goodbye, before she turned towards the priest and smiled happily at Jake. He took her hand into his and they looked in each others eyes.


A silence fell into the room and everyone paid attention to the couple at the front. The priest looked at Jake, then at his fianceé Maia and then looked at both of them. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of the witnesses, to join Jake William White and Maia Grace Jacobs in matrimony to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemny. Their time together they have seen the love and understanding of each other grow and blossom and now have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one. If any person can  show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace,” the priest and the couple looked up at the guests to see if someone had to say something.


They waited a couple of seconds, before the priest moved on. “May their marriage bring them peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all god’s children. Jake and Maia, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it is important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. So let us begin that foundation with the vows you’ve each prepared for the other one.” The priest spoke, looking at Jake and giving him a nod as a sign to start with his vow.


Jake looked at Maia and smiled at her. “My beautiful fianceé,” He spoke, his gaze never leaving her face. “I, Jake William White, take you Maia Grace Jacobs, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love from this day forward. In the presence of our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be there for you in sickness and in health, in good time and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall life.” He finished his vow and Maia and all of their family, who were sitting in the row infront of us, bursted out in tears.


I looked over at Brett who looked pretty happy. At least he’s enjoying it, I thought as I watched Maia hold her vow. “[…] I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the things we have to face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward and for the rest of our lives. I love you, Jake. I will always love you.” I heard Maia speak, while more tears ran down her cheeks.


After a little prayer and the exchanging of the rings, the priest started with the declaration of marriage. “By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you Jake William White and Maia Grace Jacobs, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Without any hesitation Jake kissed his new wife passionately and all the guests applauded.


“I present to you the newly married couple Mr. and Mrs. White,” The priest announced happily, causing all the guests to stand up and applaud even louder now. Before everyone was going to celebrate the new married couple, the priest closed the wedding ceremony with another prayer and a poem which was performed by Maia’s younger sister. After that, the couple left the chapel and all the guests followed. I remained by Brett’s side while we also left the chapel together.


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The weddingparty was at a pretty location just a few meters away from the chapel. The bridalcouple sat in a white carriage drawn by four white horses, leading the way for all the guests to their party location. It took us about fifteen minutes to get there and by every minute passing by I realized that the reunion with my ex-boyfriend, his family and his new wife was getting closer and closer. I felt my heartbeat increasing at the thought of meeting them soon and was about to freak out again.


Brett somehow seemed to sense my nervousness and kept holding on to my hand, squeezing it lightly while giving me an assuring smile. “It’s gonna be alright, (Y/N). I’m with you,” He told me as we made our way inside the pretty decorated hall that was the location for the big wedding party. I smiled back at him. “I know. Thank you Brett.” He nodded as a response and we both started to gaze around the room.


It was a big hall where everything was gold and white coloured. There were several tables and seats for the guests spread across the room, on each table was a bouquet of beautiful  white flowers and white candles such as dishes for the festive dinner. On the walls were mirrors and big white windows that brightened up the room and chandeliers that were hanging down from the ceiling. The room looked really pretty and nuptial.


“It’s really pretty isn’t it?” A voice pulled me out of my thoughts and caused me to jump. As I look up I meet gaze with Maia, Jake’s new wife. I feel my blood freezing in my veins and my hands sweating.


She was gorgeous. Her brown hair was tight up in a bun and she was wearing a veil with a little tiara on top. She had a rather natural make up while her wedding dress was the eye-catcher. It was a white long-sleeved lace dress that sat tight around her waist while the end of the dress hang loose around the rest of her body. In her hand she had a sweet little bouquet out of different pretty flowers.


“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump. I’m Maia the bride and you must be (Y/N). Jake told me a lot about you and I’m really glad to finally meet you. Did you like the wedding ceremony?” Maia asked, while looking at me with bright, happy eyes. God, why did she have to be so nice and friendly? Wasn’t it enough that she’s already blessed with a beautiful body and face? I thought while I caught myself starring at her.


“Yes, I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you, too Maia. The ceremony was very lovely and I’m looking forward to the party and the rest of the day. Thank you for the invitation and of course, congratulations from me and my boyfriend Brett,” I looked up to Brett, who was smiling down at me, his arm securely wrapped around my waist. He nodded and kissed me on the side of my head. I felt a something weird in the pit of my stomach when I felt his lips pressed against the side of my head, but I ignored it.


He probably just wanted to impress Maia and the others and show them that he was the perfect boyfriend for me. “Nice to meet you, Brett.” Maia smiled at him as well and I asked myself how someone could be so happy all the time, but than I realized that she had just married the man she loved and that everyone had gathered to celebrate that special occassion that was all about her and Jake.


“So, do you wanna join me and my husband? He and his family are thrilled to see you again,” Maia said, looking over her shoulder to the table where Jake and his family sat. She waved him and he smiled back at her while he was talking to a person that sat next to him, who I didn’t recognize. “Sure, just give us a minute okay? There’s something (Y/N) and I need to talk about. But I promise we’ll be right there,” Brett replied and looked at Maia, offering her a small smile. She nodded and headed towards the table to where her new husband and family sat.


“So, what do you wanna talk about?” I turned to Brett and raised my brows at him. “Are you okay? I know how hard it is for you to see Jake and his family and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright,” He asked, sounding like he was genuinely worried about me. I mean he was my best friend and I was really glad to be here with him but something felt different about Brett, something felt odd. I just really don’t know what it is, though. He seemed to be happy during the ceremony and on our way here, but now that we were about to meet Jake, he seemed so cold and angry, almost like he was jealous. But why would Brett be jealous? We’re best friends, we’ve always been… or not?


“(Y/N)?” Brett said, snapping me out of my thoughts and getting my attention back. “Sorry, what did you ask again?” I blushed a little because of my thoughts and tried to push them away. “I wanted to know If you’re okay,” Brett repeated. I nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess. I’m still nervous about seeing him again, but other than that I’m good.” I told him, which was the truth. Something inside of me tolde me that I was ready to finally face my biggest fear and meet my ex-boyfriend again.


Even though I had been extremely worried and nervous the last couple of weeks and especially today, which still hadn’t changed, I knew I was ready.


“Okay, but you know that you don’t have to do this, right? We can still leave if you feel uncomfortable or something,” Brett told me, sounding like he wanted to convince me not to talk to Jake and his family. But why would he want that? “I’m fine Brett, really. I know you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be. So, can we just go now and talk to Jake and his family? I really want to get it over with.” I said and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Brett didn’t say anything, instead he just nodded.


“Okay, ready to play girlfriend and boyfriend, Talbot?” I asked him as I nudged his side. “Sure, whatever you say, (Y/N).” Brett responded, sounding rather annoyed. What was wrong with him? I really don’t have time for this right now. Guess we have to talk about it later, I thought to myself before walking towards the table where Jake, Maya and his family sat.


While we were getting closer and closer to the table, I could sense that this reunion with my ex boyfriend and his family was not exactly going to be how I wanted..


To be continued…

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite AU Hunter x Hunter fics? :D I already read Wayward Souls but I don't know many other AU fics that are really good. Any recs?

My favorites are One Hundred, anything by olivemeister, @xyliane‘s From Startdust to Stars, and anything by DriftingGlass! If you want to check out more, I have a fanfic rec tag and a bookmarks tab!

Here’s some fics that I don’t mention a lot but still love and are absolutely amazing so check these out too:

Okay that should be enough to get you started! I hope you enjoy these, anon!^-^

Ludwig van Beethoven (Bonn, 1770-1827) was a German composer and pianist. A crucial figure in the transition between the Classical and Romantic eras in Western Art music, he remains one of the most famous and influential of all composers. His best-known compositions include 9 symphonies, 5 concertos for piano, 32 piano sonatas, and 16 string quartets. He also composed other chamber music, choral works (including the celebrated Missa solemnis), and songs. Born in Bonn, then the capital of the Electorate of Cologne and part of the Holy Roman Empire, Beethoven displayed his musical talents at an early age and was taught by his father Johann van Beethoven and Christian Gottlob Neefe. During his first 22 years in Bonn, Beethoven intended to study with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and befriended Joseph Haydn. He moved to Wien (Vienna) and began studying with Haydn, quickly gaining a reputation as a virtuoso pianist. He lived in Wien until his death. In about 1800, his hearing began to deteriorate, and by the last decade of his life he was almost totally deaf. He gave up conducting and performing in public but continued to compose - many of his most admired works come from this period. 

Tumblr au where girls understand that men are individuals and not a hivemind, and you shouldn’t hate them solemny for being men. Because their gender doesn’t make them horrible, you should look at their actions and judge by it. Because men can be good or bad, because they are human and human are complex and have different views and attitudes.

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Ludwig van Beethoven

Baptised 17 December 1770 – 26 March 1827 was a German composer and pianist. A crucial figure in the transition between the Classical and Romantic eras in Western art music, he remains one of the most famous and influential of all composers. His best-known compositions include 9 symphonies, 5 concertos for piano, 32 piano sonatas, and 16 string quartets. He also composed other chamber music, choral works (including the celebrated Missa solemnis), and songs.

Symphony No. 5

Bagatelle in A minor (“Für Elise”), WoO 59

Symphony No. 7

Moonlight Sonata

Symphony No. 9

Born in Bonn, then the capital of the Electorate of Cologne and part of the Holy Roman Empire, Beethoven displayed his musical talents at an early age and was taught by his father Johann van Beethoven and by Christian Gottlob Neefe. During his first 22 years in Bonn, Beethoven intended to study with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and befriended Joseph Haydn. Beethoven moved to Vienna in 1792 and began studying with Haydn, quickly gaining a reputation as a virtuoso pianist. He lived in Vienna until his death. In about 1800 his hearing began to deteriorate, and by the last decade of his life he was almost totally deaf. He gave up conducting and performing in public but continued to compose; many of his most admired works come from this period. x

Proust was right: life is represented better by bad music than by a Missa solemnis. Great Art makes fun of us as it comforts us, because it shows us the world as the artists would like the world to be. The dime novel, however, pretends to joke, but then it shows us the world as it actually is - or at least the world as it will become.
—  Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco

better late then nevaahh

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep


’’Schhh, Harry, schh… mama’s asleep.’’

No, she was not. But Lily Potter was way too tired to even open her eyes. She had been up for more than fourty eight hours straight and she had a horrible headache. Newborn babies took a lot of time. And sleep. And energy.

She was soaring in the stage between sleep and reality, when she heard James whispering voice again;

’’She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’’

Lily smiled, but James did not notice.

’’You have her eyes’’, he continued. ’’Do you know that? Those perfect, almond-shaped, green eyes. I love them.’’

Harry had his mother’s eyes indeed. From the very first day he was born. Except from that, he looked just like his father.

’’Are you scared, Harry?’’

James voice was suddenly shaking.

‘’I try to think that you’re too young to realize what is going on. That you have no clue, that you are just a happy child just like everyone else. But I heard that babies can take up the fear from they parents, that they understand it even if they don’t know why. Is that true? You don’t have to be scared, Harry. I won’t let anything happen to you or Lily. I love you both, so, so much. I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you. You’re my family, and in a family, you stand up for each other. I would take a million killing curses for the two of you if I had to, I promise. Do you hear me, Harry? I promise to pr… no, I solemny swear that I will protect you ’til the day I die.’’

Lily had to hold back a laugh.

’’You will never have to be afraid. And I don’t plan to leave you as soon as my parents had to leave me – I want to see you grow up. I want to see you grow old, Harry. I want to see your children and I want to get to know you. And I want to make sure that you are okay. And even if there comes a day when I can’t do that, you will never have to be alone or scared. You are so loved, Harry. There is mum, and there is Sirius. Uncle Moony and uncle Wormtail. They all love you so much, sweetheart. They won’t let anything bad happen to you. You are safe. Lily, too.’’

Suddenly, Lily could almost feel James’ eyes on her.

’’She usually sings to you, doesn’t she? When you can’t sleep? Maybe I should try it. Or maybe not. Well, I have actually been singing people to sleep before, but that was when I was twelve. Hm. Maybe later. I am not as good at it as Lily is. I am not actually as good as a parent like her, at all. I am so glad we have her, I have no idea what I would have done without her. We should never stop being grateful, you and I. I promise you that we have the absolutely best woman alive right here next to us. And if I ever become one of those old men who complains about their wives and stops appreciating her, tell me that I’m a fucking idiot, okay? Oh no, I swore… shit. Fuck, I did it again. Bloody…’’

This time, Lily could not help but laughing.

’’Wh… are you awake, Lils?’’

She turned around in bed and opened her eyes slightly.

’’Yeah, I am.’’

’’You were not really supposed to hear that…’’

Lily smiled, sat up in bed and kissed his cheek.

’’I love you, Potter.’’

He blushed.

’’I love you too. Did I wake you up?’’

’’No, I hadn’t fell asleep yet.’’

’’Do you want… do you want me to leave?’’

’’What are you talking about, silly?’’

’’I know you haven’t slept for ages. And Harry will probably wake up really early tomorrow. I can take him with me and spend the night at Padfoot’s.’’

Lily hesitated.

’’You don’t have to…’’

’’I know. But I want to. You have to get some sleep, beautiful. I admire you for your super powers the past few days, but you can not ignore your human needs. You will get ill. We’ll be back tomorrow after noon, okay?’’

She really wanted to fall asleep next to James just like always, but she realized that he was right.

’’Oh my God. You’re a superdad. And a superhusband. I love you.’’

’’I love you too’’, James said and stood up. ’’Just call for me if you need me, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well. And never forget that you are my everything.’’

She grabbed his hand and pulled him back, just to kiss his lips and give Harry a small kiss on the forehead.

’’Be nice to dad and Padfoot, okay? I love you’’, she said to her son. She turned to James and grabbed his hand. ’’Say hello to Sirius for me, will you?’’

’’Of course. Good night, love.’’

He walked out of the room and moments later, she heard his voice again;

’’Oi, Black! Are you there? Hello? Ah, there you are. Did I wake you up?’’

Lily realized that he must be talking in the mirror.

’’You see, Lily haven’t slept for two days and Harry starts crying the moment you let go of him and… what, you can’t possibly know what I was going to say! Oh, okay, are you sure? Is it really okay with you? You are the best, do you know that? We’ll be there in ten.’’

She fell asleep just seconds later, with a smile on her lips, thinking about how blessed she was.