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Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts

I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don’t know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts! 

- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”. 

- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?



- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off. 

- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can’t believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake! 

- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too… but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories… but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside

- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl… it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time. 

- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can’t take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.

- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)

- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless. 

- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.

- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it. 

- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that! 

- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” … “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can’t defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess. 

- Sorry Troian, I wasn’t too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but… still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL. 

- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.

- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?

- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can’t say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But… You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don’t see people spreading such stupid negativity. 

- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn’t. Not one thing shocked me.

- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too. 

- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!

- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!

- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.

- I was disappointed that there wasn’t a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex. 

- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.

- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!

- Seriously… they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten. 

- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.

- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.

- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.

- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)

- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn’t get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.

- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?

- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:

It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don’t feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.

In 3 words: slow, predictable, fun. 

Here’s my theory where I correctly solved Alex Drake

Here’s my farewell letter

anonymous asked:

Im still an army but i feel like given how they've really ballooned up and along with it a suddenly very chaotic fandom (esp the recent wale/nj collab) im one of the fans that are starting to feel like i cant really relate to them anymore. I feel a bit bad but at the same time i feel like i don't really owe them anything at all. Im at a loss about how to feel

hm well. a lot of people are saying that bts feel distant and that the fandom is a mess but i think it all comes down to those people’s selfishness. they just don’t want to share. sorry if i sound too harsh but!! i actually felt uneasy about their skyrocketing popularity at first too. although later i realized that i was just being selfish, i knew the fandom would just keep getting more chaotic the more it grew and the boys would just keep becoming more unreachable, and i was sulking because of that. but were they even reachable in the first place?? nope. i don’t even have a chance of going to their concert it’s as unreachable as it can get lmao it never stopped me before why should it stop me now? some people in the fandom create drama but that’s just how it is when there’s a lot of people. it makes chill armys more valuable!! to make the good side of the fandom outshine the bad. we have a lot of talented and smart and generous people in the fandom, they’re just not as in-your-face as the other side

i can’t tell you how you should or shouldn’t feel but you’re right, you don’t owe them anything. neither do they. but they still use every opportunity to thank armys and tell how much they love us

The ending of EP Prompto with JP Dialogue, and a bad translation by me because reading that on the screen but hearing the JP for what it was, was just weird

Noctis: “I’m sorry…. Prompto.”
Prompto: “Eh?”
N: “Letting him fool me like that… I really messed up.”
P: “Ah? …Heh… Yea, yea, for real~! What a shock, after we’ve been together for so long~! ….Hahahah…. Just kidding. He tricked me good, too, after all…”
N: “I’ve been thinking… Let’s make a country where your birth doesn’t matter.” (i’m having a rough time with this one and this isn’t the line that gives me issue…. but here’s the JP: いろいろケリついたら...生まれとか関係ねー国にしようぜ)
P: “Eh?”
N: “That shit’s just a pain in the ass.” (he’s just his normal gruff self, the swearing feels natural but obv EN censors and that’s fine, just explaining my translation XD)
P: “Somehow, Noct, right now… You seem really kingly!”
N: “Well, y'know~”
N: “Let’s change it. Together.”
P: “Leave it to me.”

Cherry Bomb - A Bughead Fanfic Part 1/??

ok ok so I saw this post and well… this is lowkey my first fanfic, so if this even gets any views, lemme know if it’s trash (it really is trash). ALSO I FEEL LIKE IT SUCKS SO THIS IS KIND OF EMBARRASSING I’M SORRY.

p.s. - I love bughead. that is all.



Jughead clunked down the rickety steps of his hammered father’s crappy trailer, sighing heavily. His body felt like a worn rag that had once been wet, but all of the liquid had just been wringed out of him, coiling him up tightly, before leaving him with nothing but threads and fragments of worthless cloth, strung high and dry. It was a numbing feeling, something so hollow that even the sun in his eyes couldn’t bring forth any recognition that there was a living occupant in his vacant shell of a body.

The thing that hurt the most was that it didn’t even surprise him anymore, it wasn’t a shock to open that door and find the habitat of a drunken caveman who reeked of beer and broken dreams. The clothes and nameless items that had been scattered in either aimless notion or an inebriated rampage weren’t an unfamiliar sight. That was the worst part, the defeated state of giving up, of realizing that Jug’s father was - and has been for the most recent years of his adolescence - a lost cause. That slim, but helplessly ever-so-present, optimism snapped in half years ago, crumbling like a stale pastry beneath the weight of so much worthless hope.

Ever since that distinguishing moment, Jug’s frame displayed his fatigue - the constantly weary and disheveled look he always wore, just like the yarn beanie  which rested atop his head like a crown for the broken. His shoulders remained slightly slouched, the signs of many sleepless nights lodged itself just beneath his hurricane eyes that brewed a never ending storm. The pink and purple creases beneath his impenetrably far off eyes stood stark in contrast of his pale skin, yet the habitual chugging of nearly burnt coffee practically every morning would help mask this over - paint a prettier picture - since no one ever seemed to like the truth.

A curl wormed its dazed way before the boy’s slate grey vision, temporarily blinding him of the gravel beneath his boot-covered feet. The humidity seemed to rise as the tussling stray rocks crunched beneath him, before making a shooting escape from beneath his soles as they darted away - projected by his weight. Jughead lifted his dull gaze to the sky for two reasons: 1) to shoo that goddamned stray lock from his eye, and 2) to determine the forecast like the amaetur meteorologist he was. He wondered whether it would rain, the winding roads claimed by the South Side Serpents were always slicker, and much harder to navigate on his banged up steed, than with dry terrain.

While the only person who truly knew the deep dark despairs of the one and only Jughead were simply himself, and his piece of crap journal. The thing could barely be constituted as a diary, considering how exteriorly damaged the leather-skinned booklet was - torn to shreds, to the point of peeling. Yet, the trashed object was his only prized possession (aside from his beanie, of course) and it always was there to console him when no one else was - especially when his father relied heavily on his best friend, beer. FP swam in ale in order to drown his sorrows, yet the consequences always gave him a good kick in the gut, piling on more problems, hence leading to another round of drinks. It’s an endless game of hide and seek - FP hid in booze, his issues tracked him down until they were solved, but they never were.

Despite all of the following, Jughead managed to keep a somewhat steady leeway at school. Since the raven-haired boy grew up on the South Side, he grew accustomed to the Serpent way. As long as you stuck up for yourself and “don’t take shit from nobody,” (one of FP’s favorite phrases) you were good to go. Jughead most certainly wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for the fact that his father was the leader of the Serpents (though he doesn’t like to admit it), he had too kind of a soul for the expectations that were meant to be upheld as a Serpent. So, Jughead learned. He was beat down, bullied by the others, but FP didn’t put up with it. Jughead had to stand up for himself, and he did, but only by his father’s rough pressure (which he claimed the kid would thank him for later).

Still, Jug pulled through, and somehow earned himself a respective slot in the social class during high school. And maybe, just maybe, the other teens respected him because of his father. Not only did he have friends, but girls seemed to really dig his brooding, bad boy look. While the other boys had similar style (all of them pretty much along the lines of bad boys), Jughead had this kind of look about him, as if he couldn’t give a shit if the world ended that day or not, and truthly, he didn’t. However, the suggestion always seemed to be enough for the ladies, and Jughead would play along. The chase always gave him a distraction from reality - the really shitty situation he was stuck in and couldn’t seem to get out of - he couldn’t move because he didn’t have enough money. He was practically dead to the rest of his family, Mom and Jellybean didn’t want him around, he was just another unwanted dead weight - a reminder of the past.

So, he distracted himself with girls, hooking up with them for game. He didn’t do it unless they were okay with it though, assuring that all they wanted was a fling. He couldn’t commit to a real relationship, and he made sure everyone was aware of it. The bursts of heat and pleasure allowed himself to let go for a while, distance himself from his current situation. The only other outlet he had that gave him temporary piece of mind was writing, in his shredded companion, of course. That’s really what he spent doing, writing in his small journal, tracking down girls like a hound, or doing random, slightly illegal, tasks for the Serpents - most of which his father forced him into (drunk or sober).

This day, Jughead decided to ride over to Pop’s for his daily coffee. He enjoyed relaxing and jotting down things in his journal - some days what he wrote was about his life, other times about someone else’s. As he arrived after nearly hydroplaning off the slick roads on his way to the diner, Jughead parked his bike in one of the open spots near the entrance beside another pair of motorcycles - probably belonging to a couple of his Serpent pals. He walked inside, being automatically greeted with some hoots and hollers from the other Serpent teens sitting in one of the booths. He didn’t bother going up to the counter, they already knew his order by heart since he practically recited it to them every day since freshman year. So, he waltzed over to his “pack,” plopping himself down next to one of the members. They all greeted him with a slap on the back or a slapping high five, causing him to grin.

Jughead lifted his gaze to the door as the jingling of the bell promised another person’s entry - a person who took Jug’s breath away. A gorgeous blonde shuffled through the entrance, her long lengs guiding her to the counter where she began to speak to the employee. He couldn’t look away, his stormy eyes trained on her pink lips as they moved fluidly, emitting the words which formed a sentence that Jughead’s hazy mind couldn’t process - too enveloped by the abrupt appearance of the beautiful girl. He couldn’t believe he’d never seen this gal before, or at least, he couldn’t remember it. There’s a good chance that they actually had met before, but as babies, minds too new and fresh to comprehend anything put before them. Or maybe their parents knew each other from way way back, everyone knew everyone in the tiny town of Riverdale.

As the new girl took her seat at the booth three rows in front of him. Jughead caught himself, realizing that he’d been staring for far too long. He jerked his gaze away, but he was hooked like a fish, unable to yank himself away from the magnetic appeal of her features. She caught his misty gaze, sensing his eyes on her. Emerald green met cadet grey. Something shifted within both of them, but neither would feel it until it was too late to go back. A pounding on his back and a whisper-shout in his ear shook Jughead out of his own brain.

“Ooooh, looks like little Juggies has a crush on the blonde,” Jeff, one of the boys murmured not-so-quietly, his toothy grin saying it all.

Jughead shook his head, but couldn’t hide his shit-eating grin at the thought of actually speaking to the model. All the boys seemed to become even more rowdy if possible, as one of them got a seemingly wonderful idea.

“Dude, who wants to bet that Jug can charm that broad and get her to slum it with ‘em in three days?” Tom asked, the biggest brute of the entire group.

Everyone was enthused by the idea, resulting in another uproar of laughter and boyish commotions. Jughead even enjoyed the idea a bit himself, the prospect of meeting her got his blood boiling and his heart thumping. Someone who worked at the diner set his mug on the table with a soft clink. The steaming cup of coffee reflected what he felt - a burning desire. He had to get this girl, he had to charm her, he knew he could. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings though, so maybe he would spend time with her and simply tell the boys that he did - even if it was a little white lie.

Numerous uplifting things were announced by the boys - most of which sounded like they should come from a coach’s mouth - as they shoved Jughead out of the booth. They all patted him on the back reassuringly, attempting to boost his confidence and self-esteem. He made his way over to the blonde slowly, drawing her attention as he perched himself on the empty bench across from her. She lifted her gaze, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow in inquiry, as she inspected him closer. Before either one of them could say a word, Jughead swiftly reached across the table that was bolted to the floor and snatched the girl’s cherry which was placed on the top of her strawberry milkshake. Jughead was known for his smooth moves and sly pickup lines, but little did he know that Betty wasn’t one for that.

“Hey! You stole my cherry,” Betty snapped, her face changing to quick anger, lips downturning to an agitated frown.

“That’s one thing checked off my ‘To Do List.’ Now I just need to pop your cherry,” Jughead decreed, that cocky smirk playing on his mouth once more.

Betty’s eyebrows rose even further, her green eyes widening at his suggestive words and conceited tone. She leaned in a bit, playing along.

“Oh, yeah?” Betty implored, wondering just how long she could toy him along with this.

“That’s right. What’s your name, baby?” Jughead questioned, entranced by her natural beauty, which happened to be even more stunning up close. He tried not to give off just how nervous he was, keeping his hands under the table to hide just how badly they were shaking.

“That’s really none of your business, but you can tell your buddies over there that it’s Betty. I’m sure they’re going to want a name for the girl who embarrassed the hell out of you to tell the story later on,” Betty elaborated in a sickly sweet voice, laced with poison meant to kill.

Her smile said otherwise, reflecting the cheeky smirk Jughead had been wearing before. As he processed her words, his face shifted from arrogant to confused. Betty took the opportunity to stand up, pour her milkshake on his crotch, and strut out of Pop’s. An appalled Jughead was left sitting there, his jeans wet, his dignity completely gone. His heart, however, had walked out the door in Betty’s hand. He was definitely going to make her his, whether it was three days, or three years, that was it. Betty and Jughead were endgame, and that was the one thing Jughead was sure of. The crowd of teens came jumbling up to Jughead, shouting and guffawing at his milkshake coated pants. Jughead just sat there, displaying a broad smile, totally dumbstruck - a rare sight indeed.

at the end of the story
i felt like i had just finished
and paid for
an expensive hour
of analysis
with a suicidal therapist
who was waiting for me
to say something
interesting enough
to save him
from himself

at the end of every
story i felt
i had failed

which was exactly
the point of every
word he wrote

until he got
so exhausted
he killed himself

reading it always feels
more like an infliction
than anything shared
or given

but perhaps dull
mirrors are meant
to leave one with
that impression

for a reason

because other-
you will not

“Why Did You Have To Leave?” || Conor Maynard Imagine

A/N – It’s already 21:49 here and I still have two more to go after this!. Thanks for sending in your requests guys,They’ve been cool to write all day. GUYS IM SO PROUD OF THIS SO LEMME KNOW IF ITS BAD SO I KNOW. Love you all x

- E x

Conor’s POV

“We did everything we could. We’re so sorry. Your wife didn’t make it.”

Those words keep replaying in my head, she was gone.

I couldn’t breathe, but I couldn’t cry either.

I was completely numb. I didn’t feel anything. It was like time stood still and nothing happened, it felt like a dream.

‘It was just a nightmare, you’ll wake up soon’ I say to myself as I start walking away.

I just run, no where in particular, but I just run. I’ve lost her and I’m alone. I can hear my brother and my friends shouting my name, telling me to come back but I just carry on running to a complete no where.

She’s gone, but I can’t let her go.

2 weeks later

“Today, we lie to rest Y/N Y/L/N. The beloved Wife, mother, and daughter. May she rest in peace for eternity.” Are the words spoken as my wife is laid to rest, two weeks after the car accident.

“Now, we welcome her husband, Conor Maynard to say a few words.” He says, inviting me to where he was stood, to tell all these people how much I loved her when I should be telling her.

She should be here.

“Y/N was the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. The first day we met, she was too scared to speak back to me so she just smiled, our first date she told me that I was the only guy to ever ask her on a date, our wedding day I cried on the alter seeing her in that dress, the day she gave birth to our little boy Y/S/N was the day my life changed forever.” I say, a single tear dropping onto my cheek regardless of how much I push them down, my son doesn’t need to see me cry.

“Her heart was the warmest thing I have ever encountered. She sat with me until three am making sure I was ok from my stress with the covers, she helped with everything - she supplied me with the oxygen I needed everyday.” I say, unable to hold back to tears as I stand before the place where she now lays, my son holding my hand.

To lose you mother at 4 years old, I can not imagine the pain. The emptiness it will bring him as he grows, as he develops into a man.

“What I can promise her is I will watch our son grow up, become a man and make sure he’s the best damn man I can make him. She protected him with everything, and if she were still here she would. So I’m going to do that. I love you, Y/N. I always will.” I say, before picking up my son and walking away.

Everyone says sorry all the time, that everything will be ok. But they don’t know how it feels. What it’s like to lose someone you love with every single particle of your body.

Later on, after the funeral, I go back to where she permanently sleeps.

Where she sleeps peacefully at last.

“He’s gone home with Jack and Joe. He loves you, so do I babe.” I say, sitting down on the floor in front of the slab of stone that now represents her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have been the one to protect you, to make sure you were ok and I didn’t do that. I failed you.” I say, now not making an effort to hide the tears due to a lack of people around me.

“Waking up next to you in the morning was the best thing. The first time it happened I felt like I’d won the world as a prize. You were the only thing to make me smile when I was down, you and him.” I whisper as I let more tears fall down my cheeks.

“Why did you have to leave?” I ask her, breaking down into hysterics at the thought of her being gone.

“I swear to you now, he will be the best man we could have made hi. I’ll protect him with my life I swear to you now Y/N. I love you more than I will ever love anyone.” I say, attempting to control my breathing but failing, letting my tears stream down my already stained and rosy cheeks.

I get up, and turn around and get ready to leave, wiping the tears of my cheeks the best I could. 

“I love you, forever and always.” I whisper, blowing a kiss to where she lays.

She may be gone, but she will never die. She lives through my son, she lives through the half of my heart she owned.

My one and only has left the world, but remains in my heart forever.

I’m Sorry

I deleted all the asks in my inbox because I don’t want to keep making theories and predictions that are ultimately going to be proven wrong soon anyways. I’m not an expert, and I don’t know why people want to hear my opinion. I’m just as clueless as anyone else. XD 

I’ve suddenly felt self-conscious about the claims I’m making. My posts come across as me acting like some self-proclaimed know-it-all, but my opinion isn’t more valid than anyone else’s. The BNHA manga will probably keep proving me wrong time and time again. 

I’m also kind of sick seeing the same asks over and over. I feel like I repeat myself sometimes. 

I’ll probably open my ask back up after this chapter comes out. I appreciate the people who are pming me. I like being treated as a fellow fan rather than some great Kirishima expert. 

Thanks for the support though! People here are so nice and friendly to me. I’m not annoyed by the people who send me asks. Some of the asks are actually really cool and stuff I want to talk about. I guess, I just need a break from it all. I want to make whatever post I want without being prompted to, at least for the next couple of days. 

I’ll turn my ask back on soon and talk about whatever. 

Chapter 7: Buster and the Second Disagreement

Sunday afternoon

“And then she threw it at you?” Lillian shook her head, her eyes deeply saddened, “Oh, Mary…I’m so sorry…”

Mary traced her finger along the handle of her teacup, “I know, Lil. I had no idea how bad things really were…”

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A/N: Gray x Rogue drabble requested by @dragon-and-samurai I hope you enjoy! I tried to write in a new tense so sorry if it’s awkward in some spots.

Finally. Peace and quiet. No crowd, no forced interactions, no Natsu. Just how Gray likes it.

Regret wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Gray felt about coming on this vacation with Natsu. ‘Just us and the waves,’ he said, ‘it’ll be relaxing after that last job,’ he said. What he didn’t say was that they’d be going to party central beach. There was no surfing, not with those packed waters, and there was absolutely no relaxation. That is until he found this out-of-the-way bar that was far enough from the beach that no one bothered to go there.

It was the perfect anti-Natsu spot.

Taking a sip of his drink, Gray feels himself relax for the first time that weekend. Now this is a vacation.

“Rogue, come on! Are you sure you don’t want to play some beach volleyball? We need you!”

Gray turns around to find the source of the obnoxious voice interrupting his peace and quiet. Entering the bar was a dark haired man, looking more annoyed than impassive, and following him was a bright blonde man who currently resembled a kicked puppy.

The man, Rogue, slides into the stool one down from Gray with the blonde puppy following closely.

“Rogue” The blonde whines with a pout.

“I’ve let you drag me around all weekend, Sting. I’d like to have a few hours to myself now.” He waves the bartender over, “there’s plenty of able bodies on the beach who can play with you.”

Sighing dramatically, Sting gives up and walks away towards the beach. “Fine, but I’m coming to find you in a couple hours,” he calls over his shoulder.

A sigh of relief escapes Rogue’s lips and Gray can’t help but chuckle. Rogue looks over at him in question.

“I have my own Sting, but his name is Natsu and he’s ten times as obnoxious.” Rogue’s eyes widen at Gray’s statement. “I know, it’s hard to believe. That’s why I’m here, actually.”

Rogue nods, “Same reason as me.” His face softened into a small smile.

Grabbing his drink, Gray moves to the stool separating him and Rogue. “I’m Gray,” he says, reaching out his hand.

“Rogue,” he replies with a smile, shaking Gray’s hand firmly.

Maybe this vacation won’t be so bad after all.

anonymous asked:

hey, Evan? I was wondering, if there was anyway I could help with the Connor Project. I know you probably here this a lot but I am so sorry for your loss, your speech was amazing and really touched me, I would really like to help.

“Thanks so much- you can help by donating to help bring back the Autumn Smile Apple Orchard, the orchard was um, really important to him. He shared many good moments with his family there when he was little, and even though it’s closed now he still liked to go back and just look up at the trees and sky, it was one of the few places he felt- um, content, you know? But if you can’t donate, you can just help spread the word about the orchard!”

sunlightschadow  asked:

That Moment when your anxiety suddenly goes up and you sit there like "Wait what, did something happen, what, what"

fUCK. Sunny. I’m okay. I’m okay. I promise. But yes I’m feeling anxious. Very anxious. I’m sorry that you felt it too. But really I am okay. Just Tier acting up again. Also other obvious reasons *looks up* yeah that.

cloversdreams  asked:

KiriKami & 8: Eyelid Kiss .... I just want Denki to kiss Kiri's scar *w* <3

Kissing fic meme

Eyelid kiss

Kirishima hummed softly at the feel of his boyfriend running his hands over his shoulders genrly kneading into the tense muscle. His shoulders had been aching like crazy for the last several days after an intese fight with a villain that left him sore and more tired than he had ever been before.

Denki had offered him a massage to help ease the tension he felt. He wasn’t sure about it at first with some of his minor injuries but after feeling the way his boyfriend worked out the tension he had changed his mind. He closed his eyes leaning back into his touch letting out a little sigh.

“See? Isn’t that better?” He asked leaning over the back of the couch to look down at the bright red haired hero, smiling when he looked up to meet his gaze. “Hm?” He took his hands away from his shoulders lightly drapping them around his neck feeling butterflies in his stomach at the way Kirishima looked at him.

Such a soft loving look in his eyes that had Denki’s chest feeling light as a feather, reaching up Kirishima gently brushed some hair away from his boyfriend’s face his smile making Kirishima’s cheeks darken with a soft blush. “That’s not fair Kaminari..” He mumbled softly tracing a finger over his cheek.

“What’s not fair?”

“You..being so beautiful.”

Denki laughed softly making Kirishima’s blush grow that much darker, putting his hand over his face he sighed softly till he felt Denki taking his hand away from his face. “Keep your eyes closed.” He said in such a quiet voice he wondered if he had even spoken the words but he did as he was told.

Denki leaned over a bit more pressing a little kiss to the scar against Kirishima’s eyelid his own cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. “I love your little scar..makes you look so..manly.” He laughed softly pressing another kiss to his scar making Kirishima smile widely.

donnielovergirl  asked:

Sorry if I'm asking to many questions but, what was it like when you fell down into a vat of mutagen? Did it hurt or did it just felt like water? You know since you're immune to its chemicals

Girl, I’m an ask blog. Don’t worry about sending me too many asks, it’s what I’m here for! Send me aaaall the asks! I’m always hungry for more!

It didn’t hurt at all. Mutagen is really really cold though so it’s like being dumped in ice water. Not so pleasant. It’s also really goopy so it’s difficult to move around when submerged. You feel uncomfortably sticky afterwards.

anonymous asked:

Hey... I love your blog! My confession is not so much about you, but rather about the SPN fandom in general... I find the fandom quite (how do I say this...) clique-ey? Sorry, really not directed at you. It kinda makes me sad that I haven't really ever been accepted or extended the hand of friendship since I joined the fandom a few months ago... anyhoo, that's my confession. Much love.

Ooh, I can definitely see where you’re coming from. Like there are certain groups of people you see interacting on tumblr and you’re like “oh… they’re friends I should just see myself out.” Been there, felt that. My advice to you would be just try to reach out to other bloggers or people in the fandom and be friendly with them :)

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon

hey folks! been a while huh?

I guess the long story short is this blog is gunna be permanently inactive. I just have no time to draw pictures for it anymore and if I’m honest, drawing the dogs doesn’t make me as happy as it once used to.

which, sucks, but it happens. 

To those still into the blog and who supported it- thank you! It means a lot and I’m so happy that my doodles made people happy sometimes.

I may occasionally post a dog or two here and there on my main blog but it’s unlikely. 

Thanks for sticking around and I’m sorry it got so inactive so fast, but if there’s any questions you may have relating to it all you can still hmu at my main blog @nozoroomie and I’ll answer any ll dog related questions I can.

Thanks for the good times! 

anonymous asked:

I know you're struggling cause of the plane delay and everything so I just wanted to thank you while you're down. You may just be someone who writes scenarios for sf9 and pentagon but you're really inspiring to me.I was interested in moving to Korea long before I ever heard a kpop song other than gangnam style. But as I became interested in kpop, 2 years later I was doubtful in myself. I felt like a koreaboo. You made me realize Im not a koreaboo, and can enjoy it the way you do, thank u so much

!!!!! Omg sweetie I’m so sorry you feel this way AND THIS IS ACTUALLY A REALLY IMPORTANT TOPIC because I want you and many others to know, just because you enjoy Korean music, and is interested in the culture and appreciate the culture does not make you a koreaboo. Go ahead and visit Korea one day I’ll even welcome you whenever u do - come hit me a message and we will go get some dinner :). Whatever makes you happy in life, you should always do it so when you’re older you can say you lived a life without regrets. I’m happy to have made you change your minds about yourself and I can guarantee you that it’s completely okay~.

one of a kind -chapter 2 the aftermath

One of a kind ,chapter 2 -the aftermath
As the show came To a close Seth and I walking out to the corridor just laughing awkwardly even after tonight’s events like old friends catching up ,I felt I had to apologize for tonight in some way
“look I’m so sorry for tonight “awkward let trying to get what I felt the need to say out
“no no don’t be ,no reason to be believe me “Seth saying to reassure the situation
“it was all worth it trust me “gesturing making sure he was more than ok with tonight’s events
As we gotten to talking he asked if I wanted and sit down for a drink before we go and without any of our teams stopping us and chatted for at least an hour laughing away like little schoolgirls-well me mostly but I think I’m keeping my composure asking a lot about me - I mean I heard Seth was a sweetie but damn this man was even more fascinating when he was talking even his interest was so endearing and genuine
“so are how are you finding working in America ?-you know even with our oh so pleasant president “
I couldn’t help throw out a little chuckle and a side smile that then makes Seth throw his his oh so adorable smile into the mix ,I think he knew he wanted to make me smile in one form or another tonight ,we keep talking for a little longer until we realise it’s getting very late and our teams ushering us away without making it so obvious so before one of our teams ushers us away seth then asks for my number ,my eyes light up like a Christmas tree I ramble trying to get my phone ready but as Seth has already got his I don’t think he saw my eyes light up when he asked at least I hope not
“so can I take your number I mean we gotta continue this ,cause as it seems people are trying to get us together is somehow!”
I blush and smile at him as he smiles back before heading we exchange more friendly hugs like we’ve know each other but not seen each other in a while kind of hugs,before he goes I have to get out something
“you know I’m really looking forward to more of the show it’s absolutely amazing I love it that much already and I am so glad your acting in it to you did an unbelievably brilliantl job in a million ways “
He looks at me with a smile along with something he’s wanted to hear for a while like it it gave him some kind of closure -just like that smile he has when he’s giving his interview at the fox upfronts video I rave about
We start to walk away slightly he lets go of my hand I didn’t even know he was holding at the time no wonder the room felt like it was getting hotter either that or I was about to pass out knowing me I probably had already and all this was a scene from my own fan fiction. So he looks back as I look back my eyes glisten brighter as his smile leaves my presence

*seths point of view*
Holy shit I can’t believe it I actually met her that beautiful young woman I saw in the magazine 3 weeks ago at my sisters it was actually her that beauty I had to know more about heck even before going on stage when we’re looking at the photos on the board I turn around and before she goes
I instantly recognised her but I don’t think she actually saw me she looked even beautiful in that split second I saw her but still not sure if it was her for sure I mean I knew her name.

3 weeks ago (at Rachel’s )
I seth was just waiting on the couch at sisters waiting for her just skipping through some magazines glamour girly voices come about in his head he comes across this this page of an up and comer a brunette beauty already to him in his eyes but the back of his mind he’s thinking it’s a magazine how much is airbrushed in some ways ,but as he hears Rachel nearing he asks
“ hey Rachael do you by any chance know who this is is?”
Rachael leans over the couch and proceeds to the page she finds her name types in Alfonsa Aquila on her phone so far it comes up with wrirter and actress for the cw show dcs legends of tommorow and proceeds to tell Seth this ,and then shows him an un airbrushed version of her he’s even more in awe of this mysterious new woman ,but Rachel also sees the look her brother has
* Rachel’s point of view*
So as I saw that dorky all do eyed look on my brothers face I set out that night to look this woman up I looked her up on IMDb anything and everything I could and in that same interview they had asked all her favourite things fave shows -one comes to my surprise family guy -Seth would get a google out of this I thought then they ask her celebrity crush and my eyes widen as its saying you brother himself Seth Macfarlane ,and I just remembered Seth had just worked with victor Garber on the Orville and he is currently on the show she is working on too.i later come across any of her upcoming appearances and to my delight she will be appearing on the late late show with James cordon aswell as Seth himself.
One day before late late show appearance
James was in his office going through tommorows schedule as his assistant buzzes in letting him know s Racheal macfarlane is here to see him they exchange pleasantries he then wonders why she is here to see him she then asks about one of his guests on tommorows show as she hands him the same article Seth had seen she explains what Seth was like when he saw this woman at the back of this mind he knew what she was trying to get at so much a plan was already in motion
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and sorry to whomever I may of missed