talk to me about this mix ask me questions about it i'm so proud of it

title: without the games
pairing/characters:
Jace/Simon, background Clary/Izzy,
rating: t
warnings: none
summary: The pounding in Simon’s chest got louder and louder, his heart flip-flopped when Jace rested his hand gently on the back of his neck and pressed their lips together. The kiss was warm and gentle and not at all like Simon had anticipated. It was softer and sweeter than he thought Jace was capable of. OR  the three times Simon convinced himself that kissing Jace meant nothing and the time he realized that he was wrong.
a/n: first off, I’m gifting this work to the amazingly patient @intangibel​ as a substitute for the fic I was supposed to write her for @shadowhuntersbetas​ Winter Fic Exchange (this one is much better, trust me). A huge thank you goes out to @tothebitterbetterend​ and @bookwhipped​ for doing such an amazing job of beta-ing this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without both of you, so thanks!!
AO3

ONE;

Pop music blared from the radio as all of the partygoers arranged themselves into a circle on the floor in the Lightwoods’ basement. Simon grabbed a can of soda from the table in the corner, which held a half-eaten birthday cake and a variety of drinks and candy that had previously been arranged into neat piles, before wedging himself into the space between Clary and Alec. He didn’t say anything because it was Isabelle’s birthday party but, in his opinion, sixteen was too old to play spin the bottle. Part of the reason was because he’d never actually kissed anyone before, but there was no way he was going to admit that. He’d practiced with his pillow before, another thing that he wasn’t going to admit – boy, had that been embarrassing when Rebecca walked in on him – and he’d fantasized about kissing someone, of course. It had just never happened.

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But I'm A Cheerleader! - Chapter 2 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

A/N: I’m trying to apply their roles from the cheer challenge to their characters in this, so I apologise if it seems cheesy or anything. Any feedback on this would be much appreciated! Also to all the actual cheerleaders out there, I do apologise if I’m not using the correct terms for everything, I literally don’t know the first thing about it lmao

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On the subject of The Anime Awards...

I’m genuinely pretty proud of how Mob Psycho did, even in the categories it didn’t win!  I think we should be very proud of how many votes Mob Psycho 100 got in a lot of these categories.  There’s a lot of disappointment, sadness and general negativity and I’d like you guys to hear me out and maybe have a bit of optimism from this whole affair brought to you!

Hero of the Year

Mob was genuinely pretty close here!  I’m not surprised that Deku from MHA won, because he is a dynamic and interesting shounen hero, and more traditionally fills the role.  The fact that Mob is recognized as a hero at all is really amazing to me because the story really does treat him as a victim of circumstance more than an active force.

His heroic actions haven’t even really happened yet, most manga readers will know!  What someone who has only watched the anime will see from Mob is a kid who’s only driving motivation is to be well-liked and to keep his family safe.  The fact that Mob received 29k votes for Hero of the Year isn’t something to sneeze at, let alone imagine what it’ll be like when future arcs get animated!

Best Boy

Reigen literally came in second place.  That’s so perfect, you guys, he had enough of an impact to earn that title!  And it’s not like Yuri is a bad character to lose to, either - Yuri IS a great character in his own right and is just as dynamic and fun as Reigen can be.  YoI has some bumps in its production, but the character writing never really was one of them imo - this was an honorable defeat and hey, a silver medal matches Reigen’s suit better, don’t you think?

Best Fight Scene

We did win best fight scene, and the fight they picked?  Episode 8, Mob VS Koyama - the most serious, brutal and horrific fight in the season.  The turning point.  The moment where the stakes were so high, and we hurt to see these poor kids being forced into violence.  The animation was good, but more importantly, the impact of what was happening there landed the fight a victory by 15k votes.

Best Animation

Holy fucking shit you guys I cannot even complain about getting second place here - look at our lead against Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, which is the show I was seriously examining as the competitor for Mob Psycho’s animation!  We got nearly 20k more votes than that show, and goodness gracious, the giant chunk of votes YoI usually gets was smaller than usual in this category.  I think most people can actually recognize the difference in quality!  But I’ve already rambled at length about why MP100′s animation is good so I’ll clip myself here.

Best Action

I seriously didn’t expect MP100 to win here, you guys, even if it was a pretty close race - it’s not a show that exactly focuses on the action even if that is an aspect of the experience.  It’s pretty amazing that the action of a character staying mostly stationary and waving his hand at people to attack them turns out to be the winning action scene!  There were some serious contenders here, but reflecting on it, I can absolutely see why Mob Psycho deserves this.  The animation is very dynamic, the shifting mixed media often accentuates the violence and movement of a scene, and half of the fights feature creepy spirits and extremely surreal psychic powers - and the scenes are only enhanced with the soundtrack done by the legendary Kenji Kawai.  Considering so much of the action is also sprinkled with comedy and is PACED super well (ONE is just the king of good pacing, imo, but that’s a rant for another day) it’s no wonder.

Best Opening

We blew all of the other competition besides YoI out of the water on this one.  We have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.  Without YoI, it would’ve been no contest!  And you know what?  YoI’s opening is good, as well - I can’t even attribute the victory entirely to YoI’s bigger fanbase, either, because their OP was very beautifully and artfully done.  Other OPs were left in the dust with our two monumentally big votes in these categories, though.  We completely deserve the silver medal.

Best Ending

Not as monumental of a landslide, but we still did excellent.  We should be proud of Miyo Sato’s work on this ending, and how it’s more dynamic and such a beautiful piece of oil-on-glass work.  Mother’s Basement has already rambled at beautifully detailed length about this ED so definitely go watch his video.

In General

We all knew this was going to be a popularity contest - look at how many more votes were for YoI than for ANY other anime!  It was one of the most-watched anime this season, and their categories got nearly 50k more votes than other ones.  No other anime actually HAD that crazy huge of a lead in any of the categories, most victories were 10k-30k victories in comparison.  We were fighting a behemoth, and a base of people that probably have ONLY watched YoI.

I think we need to remember that most casual anime watchers will only really watch one show at a time.  A lot of people just don’t have the time to dedicate to watching more than 20 minutes a week - busy lives, hectic schedules, and other hobbies will compete for people’s time and not everyone decides that anime is their preferred time sink.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.  So my perspective of these voting results?  They show how monumentally popular and successful YoI was, and how much of an impact it made on the anime-viewing public at large.  They show that YoI touched a LOT of people, enough that they shared it with everyone they could and almost everyone - and it’s not like it’s a bad show in any sense of the word!  It’s well-written, has extremely lovable characters and absolutely phenomenal character chemistry.  If it were something stupid like Sword Art Online I would feel insulted, but Yuri On Ice is a beautiful show and absolutely deserves its popularity.

So what exactly am I getting at with that?  Well, simply this: nearly everyone I spoke to that had seen YoI but had also seen other anime spread their votes out.  I had to chuckle when a couple friends went “Yuri on Ice is my favorite show” but then voted for Reigen for Best Boy, or Mob Psycho for best animation.  If you look at how Mob Psycho ranked compared to shows besides YoI, it came out on top almost every time.  Mob Psycho 100 performed so well compared to so many of the other shows, and it’s not like the shows that were competing were bad. Nearly everything we voted for had extremely good merits.

So for Mob Psycho 100 to do as well as it did, despite the fact that it’s not as popular as YoI?  I’m glowing with pride, as a fan of it - and I think you should be too.  I can only hope that we can settle down and not bicker, because I’d love to encourage people to watch Mob Psycho 100 as well as Yuri On Ice, and learn to love and appreciate them both.  If any Yuri on Ice fans have any questions about Mob Psycho 100, please ask me - I love talking in brief or at length about my absolute favorite show and I would absolutely love to share it with you as you all have shared Yuri on Ice with me.

Throw Them Off

The now famous red room hug! Dun dun dun…!

FYI: The title/ending was inspired by my favorite Lorelai/Christopher moment in Gilmore Girls, though those moments are few and far between because Christopher… ick…

Sharna was staring at her phone absentmindedly, totally oblivious to her surroundings. She had a text from Peta, just wishing them luck tonight, that she had to read through four times before comprehending what it said. All the noise and people around her were like a blur.

“Sharna? Are you listening to me at all?”

Sharna finally looked up from her phone to see James staring at her.

“What?” she said defensively.

James rolled his eyes. “I just called your name three times. What’s wrong?” Then, with a sudden sense of urgency, “Are you okay? Is it your knee?”

“I told you a hundred times,” Sharna replied impatiently. “My knee is fine.”

“Right. Sorry,” James said softly. “You just look… distracted.”

Sharna met his eyes, knowing everything he did and said came from a place of care and concern.

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Ashton Imagine: He Cooks Dinner

Author: Rhine

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He didn’t do it often, and for good reason.

While he was talented behind his drums – twirling the worn sticks of wood around his deft fingers with a careless precision that he somehow managed – he was an absolute disaster behind the stove.

It wasn’t for a lack of effort, truly – he was completely dedicated, like he was towards everything he did for you.

When he announced that he wanted to have a date night with you and that he wanted to cook, you couldn’t help but to laugh.

Are you doubting my abilities?

You were, obviously – you could hardly forget the food poisoning incident the first time he tried to cook or the accidental salt/sugar mix up the second time or the completely overcooked, watery meal the third time – the list went on and on, really – but that wasn’t the point.

I doubt it’ll make a difference, Irwin.

And it really didn’t, because no matter what questionable – masterpiece – Ashton tried to make for you, you wouldn’t be able to truly taste it.

You thought it a little strange, but he thought it rather cute, really – a little challenge for him.

It was just an unlucky mix of vitamin deficiency that led to lack of taste somewhere in your system, and Ashton was on the constant pursuit that if he cooked something just right, he could unlock some magical vitamin cure to your deficiency.

It was sweet, how he put so much effort into his little meals for you – you’ll taste this one for sure, babe!

You don’t have the heart to tell him that a single meal will hardly be a magical cure, but you like watching him bustle around the kitchen with your apron stretched across his stocky torso, hair in a messy bun.

It didn’t hurt anyone – well, so long as he didn’t accidentally poison himself or set the house on fire.

You still can’t quite forget the flaming inferno of masterpiece number eight that sent the firemen over to your house.

He did say it was an accident and apologized, but the firemen were less than impressed and you were less than happy to have to throw away half of the now-burnt utensils around the kitchen.

I think the feeling of smoke clogging up my throat was the closest thing to tasting something in a while – I suppose you’re halfway there, sort of.

Does that mean I have to burn down the rest of the house to reach that victory lap?

You know what, I take that back.

It was a little routine now for the both of you – with Ashton leaving for his sporadic schedules, whenever he returned he’d announce some foreign dish that he heard of from his travels that he wanted to share with you.

And he’d be there in the kitchen – it looked so much more cramped when it was him and all of his broad-shouldered bustling there – with his scribbled recipes that he collected from all over the world.

I had this in Amsterdam, you’re going to love it – tomorrow’s Berlin, okay?

And while you could say with a definite certainty that Ashton was probably butchering these famous cultural foods, you thought it sweet that he’d put in so much effort into bringing something back with him for you, despite the little barrier in your experience.

No matter – you think you liked the process work more than the final result anyways.

You’d perch yourself on the couch, a book in hand or your laptop balancing on your knees, eyes flickering to his figure every now and then.

And you’d find that you spent more time watching Ashton than anything; how his curls fell past his eyes and how he’d hastily brush it behind his ears before resuming chopping with the intense concentration of a little boy trying his best to make everything just right.

You’d jump a little when things sizzled a little too loud – don’t worry babe they told me it was supposed to be like this there’s no need to hold on to the extinguisher for Pete’s sake – or sit up every time you heard a sharp swear from the kitchen, pots and pans clanging accented by the dull thuds of the sink.

You okay there Ash?

Just fine and peachy, love!

Okay but if you need help peeling –

I don’t need help, this is supposed to be for you!

You said that for the eleventh meal and then you nearly cut your finger off!

Nearly, love. It’s still quite attached to my hand, in case you haven’t noticed.

Well I nearly had a heart attack and I’d rather avoid that at all costs.

Don’t worry about me, babe. I’ll be done in ten.

And you’d sigh but settle back down, smiling a little to yourself at Ashton’s persistence.

You’re not even sure how Ashton manages to take a recipe and somehow have it turn out  – well, there’s a wide range of adjectives depending on what he tried to make, but the most predominant one would probably be inedible – but he tries and his effort is commendable despite the questionable outcome.

When he’s finally finished, he sways out of the kitchen with dishes balanced precariously in his hands – ta-da! – a proud smile on his lips despite the smears of sauce on his cheeks and forearms.

You’re not even going to ask about the parsley tangled in his unruly curls, but you make a mental note to comb through his hair when he eventually curls up with you on the couch as his stomach complains.

In all due time though. You know it’ll happen.

He sets the plates down on the table with a proud grin, taking a seat across from you, eyes surveying your reaction carefully.

You’re not sure what tonight’s meal is – noodles? Rice? A type of salad? Could be soup, for all you knew – but you smile back at Ashton nonetheless.

“It looks great, babe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah – I mean, it looks… cooked this time.”

He huffs indignantly, stray curls flying up as he pouts.

“That was one time.”

“Try one plus seven, Ash.”

“I’m still learning, okay?”

He sounds a little huffy, but his childish tone only makes you smile and shake your head.

“That you are, Ashton. And you know, it’s a lot better than the first – “

“We agreed we wouldn’t talk about the first one anymore, right?”

His eyes narrow comically at you – you remember teasing him so much the first time that the poor boy was more traumatized by your pokings than the severe food poisoning.

Maybe it was a mixture of both. You’ll never know.

“Right, whatever you say Ash. But you are getting better.”

“I am?”

“Of course, babe. Thank you for the meal.”

You say the words sincerely because even though the meal was undoubtedly probably mostly edible, you knew the effort Ashton put into making something for you, and that wasn’t something you were going to take for granted – especially when he was away for so long.

He gestures to your plate with a grin, and you pick up your fork with only a second of hesitation.

There’s nothing to be afraid of for you, really – the only thing you had to fear was getting the food to your mouth without making a mess – why was it so slimy?

And it was just like any other meal, despite the unique texture – it all slipped past your mouth without a lingering impression, much like water’s nothingness down your throat.

You didn’t really mind it at this point – it was hardly a setback in life, and food was food after all.

But when you look over at Ashton, you can see he’s having different feelings.

His nose is scrunched up in distaste, lips puckered and twisted, eyes squeezed shut – it was almost a caricature of him, a sour expression to a comical extent.

And you can’t help but to let a few giggles escape your lips despite the extreme pain he seemed to be in.

“Ash? You alright?”

He nods painfully, chugging down his glass of water with the urgency of a dying man in the desert.

“Yeah… I’m just – whoa okay that was not how it was supposed to taste – wow.

“I take it that wasn’t a good ‘wow’?”

He shakes his head like a child, curls flying.

“I’m really glad you can’t taste this, babe. Hardly something to savor.”

“Mothballs or wet cat?”

“A dead cat in the middle of a pigeon-infested field mixed in with last Friday’s trash and sprinkled with acidic rain.”

That bad, huh?”

“I think I made a bomb.”

“A real explosion in your tastebuds, I bet.”

He laughs and you grin wryly at him, poking at the food in front of you.

He downs the rest of the water – and yours too, while he was at it – sighing loudly before slouching back into the seat.

“So… Chinese or Greek?”

His voice is small, coated with a slight layer of defeat at the surrender to takeout.

“I was thinking something with chicken…”

His eyes light up, sudden life sparking him past his stupor from just moments ago.

“You know, I used to work at KFC…”

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It's better to be different

One of the many reasons I love Perrie Edwards is how she is not afraid or embarrassed to talk about her views on why she doesn’t drink alcohol.

It may not sound like a big deal but the industry she works in has quite a bit of pressure attached to it, especially for young women, and I’m just proud of her for staying true to herself.

I mean the very fact that she doesn’t like to go out clubbing or partying all the time was one of the main reasons why the ridiculous break up / tension rumours occurred. Once again it’s all to do with pressure and how the media and entertainment business believe a young 20 / 21 year old should act.

I’m not saying there has been pressure put on her but the very fact that she is regularly asked about it and various people are always questioning why she isn’t at a party or club just shows that little things like that can build up and create little forms of pressure.

Basically I’m just proud of her for being true to herself and being happy with the way she is living her life. I’m proud of all the girls: 

  • “I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life - I don’t drink,” says Perrie. “I’ve been drunk once and I’ll never do it again. I don’t like the feeling. I don’t like alcohol at all. I think it’s really creepy.”

  • “I haven’t drunk for five years. I used to drink when I was about 15 with my friends at house parties and I’d have a little glass of wine and be totally mortal. I hate that feeling of being drunk, I hate not being in control. It petrifies me.”

  • The singer also admitted that she’s not that big on partying either. "I’m not a typical girl that’s partying all the time. I just want to be with someone and let that be it.“’

  • "I have lots of fun but I don’t drink. I’ve drunk twice and I’ll never do it again. In my life.”

no killing

summary: 21. “i have to make out with someone for the play and oh dear god it’s that attractive arsehole i wanted to murder yesterday” au. requested by  in-spirational, and an Anonymous.

word count: ~ 3,000

rating: t.

a/n: YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME BUT THE MOMENT I STARTED ANOTHER ONE I FINISHED IN 2 HOURS


She’s been hoping all day that nothing goes wrong with her audition, and she is ecstatic when the roles are posted up and she sees her name listed besides the protagonist. The entire day prior to auditions was spent worrying and nearly kicking this British guy in the balls because he’d been bothering her while she was going through her lines over and over.

There’s a casting call at the end of the day, and when she heads there, she wants to gouge her eyes out because the guy she’s wanted to not see is standing there talking to other members of the cast for this play.

Inhaling a deep breath, it apparently catches his eye and they lock gazes, a knowing smirk on his face and an annoyed one on hers. His name includes Jones, or something, but Emma doesn’t like him very much. Too cocky, some gigantic ego, it’s just not the type of person she likes. (Yet how she managed to tolerate him yesterday is beyond her own understanding. But she did want to murder him at some point, too, just that she’d never ended up doing so.) (Not that she was going to murder him.)

“We meet again,” he greets enthusiastically, that smirk still plastered on his face.

She really wants to punch him.

(She expects herself to during some point if he’s involved with the play.)

(She may get kicked out and replaced if she does, though.)

“I guess we do,” she responds, putting up one of her smiles that doesn’t scream excitement of any sorts. “But, why are you here?”

“Got casted for the Captain of course,” he proudly exclaims.

Shit.

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So is Niall single or what? Or does he HAVE to be "single"?

(*WARNING LONG AGAIN BECAUSE I RAMBLE LOL)

Ok, after seeing my dash EXPLODE with Zerrie, Narbara, people afraid of potential Elounor, and apparently a Sophiam skating thing I have to ask a question that’s been burning in my mind. 

I apologize in advance to my newer followers. I’ve tried to keep my blog recently a fluffy happy place where I ship for fun, post pics, funny stuff, etc. But now it’s time to bring back a burning question. I promise once this question is addressed I’ll find more happy fluffy stuff :) 

But here goes…

Is Niall single or what? Or does he HAVE to be “single”?

Now, again I must reiterate. I DO NOT WANT TO DATE NIALL HORAN. Actually, Narbara is quite adorable and as long as he’s happy and she treats him the way he deserves to be treated, they could be one of the cutest “celebrity” couples out there. 

So today Niall and Barbara were spotted together and a fan took pics with both of them. Niall and Barbara in the Pub

However, when Narbara rumors first took off, it wasn’t too long before they had not only 1D rep denials, but also Niall’s MOM supposedly denying the relationship as well? 

Which means one of three things:

1. Niall and Barbara are really “just friends” and hang out as friends. Just because both of them are “famous” it’s getting attention. (Similar to the Nemi days?)

2. Niall and Barbara are a PR relationship. I’ve heard things that she has some VS stuff going on and this whole Niall thing is giving her a boost. She did have some publicity earlier this year being rumored with Justin Bieber too. 

3. Niall and Barbara are dating, but must keep it a secret. 

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