tell me if i need more tags i realize that this is a hard post to read

malec fics I’ll probably never write but someone definitely should and also tag me so I can read them:

inspired by this post by @otppurefuckingmagic

  • Alec Lightwood has a job interview that could change his future, finally help him free himself from his parents’ hold on his life. So, obviously, he is freaking out. What better way to relax than to go have a drink the night before? At least, that’s what Izzy and Jace say when they drag him to Pandemonium, the new club that opened a few blocks away. Alec might be prone to believe them after a while, especially when he finds himself on his way to have the night of his life with the hottest guy he’s ever seen a few hours later. Magnus - or Sex on Legs as Alec has decided to call him in his head - even is sweet enough to cook him breakfast the next morning before they part with each other’s number but the knowledge that neither of them was looking for anything more. They just don’t have time for a real relationship and they’ve made it clear. Alec is convinced he will never see him again. That is until he gets to his job interview and Magnus is sitting there with a grave expression, a suit that makes him look annoyingly appealing and a raging bruise on his neck.
  • Joining the New York Philharmonic orchestra has always been Alec’s dream and he made it come true through years of hard work and lost sleep. Now he finally has a chance to become First Chair, but a newcomer threatens to steal his well-deserved place as leader. Magnus Bane is a prodigy and if his technique is flawless, it is the passion that transpires from his every motion when he plays the violin that grabs anyone’s - and Alec’s - attention. Alec wants to hate him, he really does, but it doesn’t help that in addition to being so frustratingly talented, Magnus Bane is also sweet and patient and utterly charming. And he refuses to make the run for First Chair feel like the competition it actually is. Alec might be screwed.
  • Magnus and Alec babysitting Clary and Jace’s child, but the child has a huge crush on Magnus and spends the whole night pulling pranks on Alec whenever they start acting like the married couple they are. Alec loves the kid. He does, but he is slowly starting to lose his mind and if that little demon prevents him from kissing his husband one more time, he might lose it. Magnus just thinks it’s hilarious - and adorable - to have two children - one of them being a 6′2 shadowhunter - fighting for him.
  • Magnus is a Robin Hood-esque character and he particularly likes to steal from the Lightwood family.
  • A Beauty and the Beast AU with Magnus as Belle and Alec as the Beast. Also featuring Jace the candlestick, Izzy the clock, Maryse the teapot and Max the teacup. Luke, Magnus’ adoptive father, gets lost in the forest while trying to help a injured wolf he found on the road on his way back from the city and he comes across the Beast’s castle, and gets captured. After they learn the news, Magnus goes to the castle and offers to take Luke’s place, despite Luke’s objection… We all know how that story ends. Sebastian as Gaston? I guess?
  • Magnus goes to his favorite coffee shop and the place is crowded so he ends up sharing a table with a stranger who also turns out to be the epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. They start talking because Alec is reading a book by Magnus’ favorite writer, Gideon Archer, and Alec keeps dragging the guy and hating on his books and Magnus just can’t have that. They argue for hours about it and regularly meet afterwards to talk about literature and books, and after a few meetings, book talks turn into anything and everything talks. When Alec realizes he is in love with Magnus, it’s probably already too late to tell him that he is, in fact, Gideon Archer.
  • Izzy and Jace get Alec and his son Max a cruise for Christmas because he hasn’t taken a vacation for ages. On the ship, they meet Magnus and his son Raphael, who are on a well-deserved vacation themselves. Max and Raphael hit it off as soon as they meet and decide they will spend every minute possible together. If they use that time to make up an intricate plan to get their dads together, well… what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
  • Alec and Magnus are both professors at NYU but they work in different departments and have never stumbled into each other. That is until one evening, Alec sees a stranger standing under the pouring rain and offers to share his umbrella with him and walk him home. He just doesn’t want him to get sick. This has nothing to do with that guy being the hottest piece of ass he has ever seen. He’s just being a nice person.
  • The Proposal AU. (seriously, why hasn’t this been done yet?)
  • Victorian AU. I have no plot for this one but I need it like I need air.
Every Other Weekend pt. 7

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,681

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. (please message me if you want me to let you know when a new part is posted. i’m more than willing to do that.) there are three songs that i heard AFTER i started this fic that fit so ridiculously well. so check them out if you want:
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Originally posted by imaginingbucky

The alcohol coursed through your veins and you felt the swimming feeling in your head. If you weren’t leaning against the bar, you’d have fallen over. “I’m just going to call him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Natasha attempted to be the voice of reason but you shrugged her off. It was the first time since the divorce was granted a month ago that you’d gotten a chance to go out with your friends. Your mom had the kids and you weren’t originally going to go, but Nat practically dragged you out of the house.

“I’m going to.” You nodded, your vision blurry now. “Be back.” Bucky’s number was still on speed dial. With a sigh, and some stumbles, you walked out of the bar and leaned against the brick wall.

The phone rang three times before he picked up. “Hello?” His voice was low, with a tired groan. “Y/N do you know what time it is?”

“Bucky just listen.” You swallowed hard, slurring your words.

“You’re drunk.” He sighed.

“I’m not. Okay, maybe a little. But I have something to tell you.”

“What?” He was growing impatient.

“I love you.” Overwhelmed by emotions, and the four shots you had just downed before making the call, you started to cry. “I miss you so much.”

“Y/N…” Bucky let out a sigh and you heard him shuffle around in bed. “You shouldn’t have called.”

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Stormborn and Ironheart.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 1,689
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Final part of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You were staring at the wall, trying to keep calm and relaxed. Jensen was out in the hall with River, but in here, you were alone. Again. And even though you’ve done this before, you were scared.  You tried your best not to cry, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“It’s only a matter of time now.” The nurse smiled at you. “Would you like me to call for the anesthesiologist now?” You nodded. You knew you couldn’t wait much longer. “Alright, I’ll be back.” She left the room.

You eyes didn’t leave the wall. Your heart breaking.  “Y/n?” You hadn’t heard the door open, or anyone come in. With nurses in and out, you didn’t care. “Sweetheart?” That grabbed your attention.

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anonymous asked:

he /thought/ he was in love, but instead actually obsessed... so did ishim think cas was obsessed with dean but hes actually in love 🤔

ask n. 2   “ishim is a monster incapable of healthy love” That’s why I don’t really like that comparison. They got compared to something that wasn’t really love, but more like a stalker obsessed with a poor woman. 

(This turned way too long, so here’s a recap: I discuss the comparison between Ishim and Cas /and respective relationships with humans/, which tells us who Cas is by contrast; I also draw a parallel between Ishim and Godstiel, aka Cas’ darkest side – that Cas still managed to overcome on his own, because despite everything he’s always had a good heart and good intentions; also, are we supposed to reconsider the nature - platonic or potentially romantic - of Dean and Cas’ relationship in s6?)

Hello there, my friends! Unfortunately, you have just opened a can of worms, since I was writing some meta on the parallel between Ishim and Cas. 
To answer the first question, well, yes. Ishim (like many angels) doesn’t understand human feelings and emotions. Not only he’s a manipulative and abusive douchebag, he also lacks the experience to understand what love is (Cas, on the other hand, has been human..). 
So, when he sees the bond between Dean and Cas, he compares it to what he knows. And what does he know? The love he knows is obsession, rotten to the core; the human he wanted never loved him back; he thinks she made him weaker (and this is just textbook abusive behavior). So when he sees how far Cas has fallen (subtext: for a human), of course he thinks Cas is in his same situation. 

You know why we’re meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It’s not because we’re a danger to them. They’re a danger to us.

Yeah, he’s talking about both Dean and Sam, but casually Sam is never called Cas’ human weakness (context: we’re talking romantic love, throwback to Metatron saying Cas was in love with… humanity, just to point out one episode later that Cas’ goal was all about saving one human), nor he is in the climatic scene where Ishim goes after humani– erm, Dean (hint: Sam wasn’t supposed to be there because Cas loves Sam, but he’s not in love with Sam). 

Now, on to question #2. Too much exposition is deadly to a story. A great way to show who a character is or what they’ve become is… to contrast them with who they’re not (same goes for relationships).

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Hitched (8/11)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, @like-waves-on-the-beach, @lenfaz, @followbatb, @stardusted-nymph, @optomisticgirl, @xpumpkindumplingx​, and @spartanguard, thank you thank you thank you for reading and requesting tags!)

Note: This chapter was originally split up into two parts, and I was only going to post the first. But then I watched tonight’s episode of this @$%#ing show and i have such a major case of viewer’s blue balls that I figured it would be mean to do the same to my lovely readers. Please enjoy this monster chapter. Bless.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Don’t freeze out there, huh? Good advice, but hard to follow, Emma thought sourly, as they left the warm, comfortingly grease-scented air of the bar behind. It had already been cold outside when they arrived, but the temperature seemed to have dropped even further while they were inside, and a light snow was falling. She pulled her coat’s hood up with one hand, then returned it to Jones’ arm, keeping a firm grip with all ten fingers.

He wasn’t staggering anymore, although as they walked slowly across the parking lot, threading through cars and trucks, his steps were slightly uneven. Not that she was perfectly steady, herself; Emma could still feel the beer pounding through her veins, making her a little dizzy. Their breath formed clouds in the freezing air, and Emma longed to call a cab, even just for a fifteen-minute walk.

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #21

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Days of Gladiator Love by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,589
Author’s Summary: Turns out, there was a fair bit of merchandising involved with the Gladiator battles, especially with their more famous fighters.Apparently, this includes romance novels.
My Comments: Warning for an explicit description of…something. This fic is hilarious, and I could see it playing out in my head all too clearly. It could be an episode, except for the aforementioned…something.

Remember Me For Centuries by 0bviousLeigh
Words: 38,045
Author’s Summary: Every legend starts with someone who has no idea what they’re about to get into.
My Comments: This is a Pokemon AU, and it an ABSOLUTE DELIGHT. I was so very, very pleasantly surprised! I barely know Pokemon at all, so I was hesitant at first, but this fic is one hundred percent worth taking a risk on, I guarantee it. Especially if you love Lance. The worldbuilding is so careful and delicately balanced that you really don’t need to know Pokemon much, though I’m sure it helps. I had to keep googling ones I’d never heard of so I could properly imagine the story, haha. But yeah. This fic is incredible. And it just finished. Parts of it made me tear up, I am not kidding. Everyone is absolutely fantastic and SO worth the effort, ahhh, I love this fic.

Let It Haunt You by Emerald_Ashes
Words: 2,785
Author’s Summary: Keith is a little worse for wear upon his return from the Blade of Marmora’s base. Both mentally and physically.
My Comments: Another really lovely missing scene. WHY DIDN’T WE GET SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN CANON WHY. Ah, but all the interpretations from fandom have been lovely, so I really shouldn’t complain. Lance is a good kid in this one, too.

Loyal to the Bone by Shenzuul
Words: 1,392
Author’s Summary: Shiro has been recaptured by the Galra. As he fights off paralyzing terror, Lance’s voice in his ear is a thin lifeline against sinking into despair.
My Comments: Can be read as romantic or platonic. I’m a big fan of these two together, as my own fic testifies, and this is a very sharp and vivid portrayal of them. Love Lance doing everything he can to help Shiro hold on. It’s too short, though.

Tricky Shopping by earthstar
Words: 5,293
Author’s Summary: Ever since Keith was reunited with Shiro, he finds he likes having him around and Keith is determined to prove he can take care of himself.
My Comments: Sequel to an earlier recced fic where Keith is slightly younger, slightly more abandoned, and subsequently slightly more adopted by both the red lion and Shiro. I adore this series so much. I hope there will be much more.

Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Words: 7,664 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Being captured by the Galra was probably one of the worst things Lance could imagine. Yet, even the worst situations can come with a silver lining.
My Comments: Another one of those fics where Lance is captured by the Galra, but this one has a twist I don’t want to spoil. It also feels a little more on the realistic side than some others I’ve read. Anyway, I know I have followers who like these fics, so here ya go. Subscribe! Kudos! Comment!

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay
Words: 6,980
Author’s Summary: “ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.”Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. “You really haven’t figured it out?” “Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,” Lance said patiently. “Spell it out for me.” “Well, you just sort of answered your own question,” Pidge said, snorting. “Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.”
My Comments: Oh, look, it’s the Klance hurt/comfort for this week. This one is super good. Post Season Two and all about that insecurity, yo. The part at the end made me so hurty, and Shiro and the others just going NO made my heart sing.

cough syrup by EmmaLuLuChu
Words: 4,493 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Just another morning at the Galaxy Garrison, save for one tiny problem Shiro realizes. *MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2*
My Comments: You know that theory that maybe Shiro got zapped to an alternate universe? WELL PREPARE YOURSELF FOR PAIN. I really want to know what happened here and how things went so wrong for everyone, gah, it’s tearing me up to see them like this. But Shiro is determined to fix it, and, you know. I believe Shiro can save the world.

Varadero Beach is 1976 Years Old by DizzyBunnies
Words: 2,217
Author’s Summary: When invited to a party to celebrate their alliance with the Arusians, the team decide to get a little…intoxicated–well, specifically Hunk and Lance. Or: Hunk and Lance get drunk for the first time together and won’t shut up about random shit.
My Comments: Huuuunnnk. Laaannnccee. Oh, my sweet boys. It’s nice to see them hanging out. This is funny and a little bittersweet, as serves them well.

Flower For Your Thoughts by BrOwNiEfOx
Words: 3,070
Author’s Summary: Soulmate AU: when you get hurt your soulmates blooms flowers. The Paladins are meant to be together and their connection is deeper than just friendship.
My Comments: Short, sweet platonic soulmate AU with just the right amount of pain to make it all come together.

Bad Diagnosis by ElfGrove
Words: 11,483
Author’s Summary: Pidge has been having bad headaches for nearly a week straight, so she decides to see if the infirmary has some sort of Altean Advil. The actual news is not so great.
My Comments: I avoided this fic for awhile, because the tags are scary, but it’s definitely worth it. Everyone tries so hard, and it’s incredibly painful, but also good. Pidge’s family loves her to death.

His Red-Stained Footsteps by CoranCoranTheGorgeousMan
Words: 4,620
Author’s Summary: Standing facing their newly constructed teludav, crucial to their newest, most desperate measure yet, Coran tells her softly, “Your father would be proud of the leader that you’ve become.” She thinks about that, and isn’t sure.
My Comments: Really gorgeous background for Allura and Coran. Painful, but it all came together really well. Feels like canon all the way through.

Momentary Meltdown by Nandireya
Words: 4,384
Author’s Summary: In the wake of Shiro’s disappearance the team have to come to terms with their loss and what it means to their future. One in particular is not handling it well…
My Comments: I really enjoyed this look at Keith and Allura and the way their relationship is having to evolve after the events of Season Two. Keith deserves a meltdown, honestly.

The Arms of Voltron by squireofgeekdom for rimahadley
Words: 2,001
Author’s Summary: The developing friendship of Pidge and Keith over the first and second seasons, and afterward. The arms of Voltron will hold them all together.
My Comments: I love stories about these two developing a friendship. They have so many similarities and so many differences, it’s always fun to watch.

Giggle at a Funeral by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,375
Author’s Summary: Stranded and wounded on a planet, Shiro is bleeding out. Luckily, he can still contact his team. Unluckily, he’s well enough to talk at them.
My Comments: Shiro’s sense of humor is the WORST. It’s BossToaster, of course this fic is amazing and you should read it.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Where No One Goes by earthstar 
A Couple of Ticks by easternCriminal
Just What You Want by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (this last chapter made me cry so hard, oh Lance you beautiful child let me hug you)
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Aid by Haurvatat
One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Mini Lions by earthstar
Hunk and Lance’s Excellent Adventures by kiaella_v
Worth of A Paladin by Rururinchan
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny

anonymous asked:

Hey! So I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some fics centered around Weasley/Harry stuff. Like, fluffy and warm family-focused stuff. Preferably before next-gen stuff, like during the book timeline maybe? idk I just love those about Harry being accepted and treated like just another Weasley brother it's so sweet and it makes me happy x) Unfortunately I don't really know how to look for them. I mostly just stumble across it. (Some Hinny incorporated in there would be a bonus xD)

ALSO, just any fic with some lovely brotherly interactions between Harry/any of the Weasley brothers. uwu            

Ok I picked out some of mine that I think fit, plus some of my favorites from other authors :) [read them I love them].

I don’t tend to read many fics that happen during the books, so these are all post books but mostly pre next gen.  If anyone has some during the books favorites tell me and I’ll share!

Also, check my tag for the Weasleys

Please share favorites if you have them!


  • Enigma
    • George has a way of convincing people to go along with his shenanigans.
  • Staggering
    • Harry and Ron return after a sudden Auror assignment called them away.
  • Dawning
    • Ron and Ginny have a discussion just between the two of them.
  • Endearment
    • Ron and Harry have a late night talk about their lives.
  • Classified
    • Harry and Ginny discover how hard it is to keep a secret in the Weasley family.
  • Souvenir
    • Even Harry needs a Stag Party
  • Filibuster
    • Harry and the Weasleys are getting back to normal after the war.
  • Essential
    • Harry and Ron have an important discussion about their friendship.
  • Uproarious
    • The holidays are a time for family, friends, food, and making your brothers supremely uncomfortable.
  • Tents, Tea, and Rubbish
    • Harry arrives back to the family tent at the Quidditch World Cup to find everyone eating breakfast, and Rita Skeeter’s morning Prophet article hanging, framed, upon the nearest cloth wall.
  • Big Brother Moment
    • ALL DIALOGUE, Harry/Ginny. Ron gets all big-brothery about Ginny when he realizes Harry didn’t sleep in his own room. Or at least attempts to. “I… you… just… I don’t know. But you didn't… sort of… I don’t know. Did you?” (Rated T for obvious references, nothing very racy.)
  • Excitement
    • One-shot. Complete. It’s Christmas morning at Grimmauld Place and Harry’s been a rather sweet man, giving more of himself than ever expected.
  • One of Us
    • Molly takes care of Harry after the battle. [one-shot for Parental Figure Challenge]
  • The First Christmas After the War
    • The First Christmas After The War
  • Happy Mother’s Day Molly Weasley
    • Molly waits anxiously for her daughter to come home, but when she arrives Molly notices that she’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t belong to her. Of course Molly is upset, but is it really what it looks like?
  • The Lavatory Assembly
    • Ginny Weasley didn’t intend for Harry to be one of the last people to find out about her pregnancy. Unfortunately an accidental congregation in the toilets of The Leaky Cauldron took the decision out of her hands. In other words how James Sirius Potter was almost called Trevor in memory of a brave and trampled toad. Slightly inspired by a scene from BBC comedy Gavin and Stacey.
  • Firewhisky Advice
    • Things are about to change for our intrepid hero! Takes place a few months after Snitches, Bubbles, and Pizza.
You don’t own me part 5

Originally posted by deerest-xo

Excerpt: “Before we go in there you should know that you only speak when you are asked. Else I don’t want to hear any noise from you”, his tone was firm which should indicate you that there should be no backtalk. 

“What?! Am I a dog?”, you yelled.

“Act like one and maybe you’ll get a reward”, an evil grin spread over his face as he exited the car.

Word count: 2549 // Yaas my friends!

Warnings: Angst -  It’s slowly increasing!

Author’s note: I know that mostly after the third part or so the people loose interest in my stories but still there are a some of you who stayed with me!  @httpwyf​ , @dont-hyuck@vicassa@imbaekhyunstrash
@byunbunniess@literaltae@jookyunhoe@crovalkyrie​ I hope I’m not bothering you by tagging you. If so please tell me and I’ll stop ;)  
I’m very thankful to everyone else too! ♥

Even if this part wouldn’t be read at all I still feel like writing it because I do actually enjoy it! I see a lot of people struggling on here by the lack of response they get for they stories while they totally forget the ones who did read and liked it! I must admit that in the beginning I felt the same because it is hard. There are so many awesome writers out there so you always compare yourself. But actually there is no need because writing is  something just for me. It calms me down and I allows me to shut the world out for a little while. And that is what counts I guess. So yeah after telling you my little realization I hope you can enjoy this part :) ♥

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On ‘Why I Didn’t Want Season 2 Of Yuri!!! On Ice But Now I Absolutely Do Need It’

Alright, listen up guys. I believe we are all pumped for season 2 of Yuri on Ice! While that is obvious I also want to point out that at the same time the opposite is true, and I’m in fact super anxious about it!!!

Listen, I want all the good Victuuri content that could come and should come with season 2. I want it all the more considering that the ending of season 1 was… not much of an ending. With no marriage, although the thought was planted in our heads, and not even a gold medal for Yuuri, the story feels unfinished and incomplete.

Yuuri’s whole storyline is about finding strength through love. Naturally, we as the viewer, automatically root for the protagonist (especially when he is an endearing inspiring individual like Yuuri, LISTEN I LOVE HIM). But another reason for me was that he was supposed to win thanks to love, and it’s important to note that among all different kinds of love that Yuuri has finally found in his life, the one that propelled his development the most was his love for Victor. This is gay and so am I.

Throughout the series we’ve been told things like “I’ll prove it with a gold medal”, “love wins”, “we’ll get married once he wins a gold medal”. Even the gold of the rings alone could have been read as foreshadowing. And tbh TBH I wanted the series to end like this!! I wanted gold for Yuuri, lowkey hoped for marriage, the end! – no season 2.

I didn’t even think season 2 was a possibility as YoI was airing, not until the very last minutes of the very last episode. For many reasons like, you know, the mlm plotline! Or money - it was a low budget anime and we had no idea it would become this popular. Also, the structure of the general plot suggested a convenient way to wrap up the series with the GPF (and Yuuri winning gold ffs). Moreover: Stammi Vicino. 

Its last words are “let’s leave together, now I’m ready” so I assumed it meant both Victor and Yuuri leaving the ice at the end. (Which would be so romantic and good, at least for Victor, let him rest blease…!). The track list got leaked early on. With Stammi Vicino both at the beginning and at the end as a duetto, it was only logical to assume the story of the song is Crucial. There were just so many signs suggesting it would go like this, but.

The way the series ended was, to put it softly, surprising (Kubo’s favourite..) To put it less softly - unnecessary, even disappointing. I really really REALLY wanted love (gay love!) to win. It didn’t and instead it was Yurio who is a kid and has much more time to shine than Yuuri.

Now, the series is about a sport - unpredictable in itself, yes, however! a writer tells some kind of a story and has a power to give the events meaning. That’s what we expect! Yuuri not winning gold frankly has very little meaning. He did improve, became stronger thanks to love, however, from the perspective of narrative, it would be more logical to give the protag, who struggled so hard, the gold medal. 

But ok ok, if the writers really wanted to be so surprising and not do that, they could have at least give us the wedding to explicitly show that what Yuuri achieved is enough. I love my boy and he deserved as much.

And did they really need to give the gold to Yurio? Yuuri lost, and for what exactly? Maybe it’s true, that among those 6 finalists Yurio was the biggest threat to Yuuri idk. Buuut again, narratively speaking, Yurio is too young to be getting all the good stuff! Both the gold and the world record on his debut?? COME ON. Btw dragging Yuuri’s Eros in ep 11 so bad was just weird and cruel. Especially considering it was after the engaygment!! The scores in GPF were weird in general, that has been discussed enough. Gold for Yurio wasn’t too good for his storyline.. Imho pride and arrogance were rewarded.

But I don’t want to get into that too much. He is talented and hard-working just… not the one who deserved gold the most.

I realize a lot of this stuff has been said before but what I’m getting at here is that time passes by and I do not seem to be able to find my chill. The thing is, I would let it go more easily if that was any other story, but it is a beautiful happy mlm story and I invested A LOT of emotions into it.

I would probably appreciate this storyline more if it was immediately followed by some positive development, but it was the finale and now we are doomed to sit and wait, months are passing by and there’s still no solid promise of positive development that could come with season 2!! And anyway for someone who is so pumped for season 2 I’m so scared to be disappointed by the writers and the fandom both (and the latter is just bound to happen…) but I NEED it to go forward.

I just wish Kubo and Sayo were more careful with their writing. I think they do not comprehend the impact Yuri on Ice had on lgb people. They’re walking on thin ice (ha ha) with this representation and I may not be a skater but I do have a glass heart… “The story that never ends" better end, and in a satisfying way!!

@viktyuuris @quadsuki I’M TAGGING YOU TWO BECAUSE YOU MADE ME WRITE THIS

She Is A Very Good Muse

Originally posted by bangmybox

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Note:I am always taking request! Also you can find this imagine on my Ao3.

Requested by Anon:” may i ask for an Alex hogh Andersen imagine? where YN plays his sister(Aslaug and Ragnar had a daughter) and Alex is super in love with her,barely managing to disguise on interviews and always posting pics of her on instagram,until he finally admits and they become a couple”

You are heading towards your trailer, you have just finished a scene with Marco. You play a Marco’s character, Hvitserk’s twin sister Hildred. Meaning you also played the sister of Jordan, David, Alexander, and Alex’s characters. All of you are pretty close, the main ones who hang out after shooting scenes is Marco, Alex and you. As of lately though, it ends up only being you and Alex. Not that you mind, for you have been smitten for the Dane for a while. In your own mind, Alex doesn’t return the feelings. But oh how wrong you are.

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{hi hello hey here comes a wall of text because I haven’t blogged in soooo long and I have all this stuff built up and I’m on mobile and have no idea how to do a read more so sorry just keep scrolling if you don’t wanna read okay bye}

so my Grandmaster posted this on my Facebook today.

(and yes, before you ask, he has “Master” listed as part of his name because he’s trained for like 50 years and nobody refers to him by his first name okay enough disclosures here)

if you’re just tuning in, I train in taekwondo. I have been for a couple years now. I’m currently an advanced blue belt. and I’ve loved it for the most part. It’s been a huge part of my life, yadda yadda yadda. read my “steph does taekwondo” tag if you want more backstory

recently I’ve been having a hard time. I have thought about quitting a lot. my main instructor predominately teaches at another dojang now, I only see him in passing maybe once a month. I miss him a lot. There was just a black belt class that tested, and most of them will stop training regularly. We’ve had a ton of changes in people, class time, focus, etc.

sometimes I’m the only adult training with a bunch of kids. sometimes grandmaster is too busy and the class is largely unstructured. sometimes he’ll tell the black belts to do one thing, he takes the white belts, and then I’m left to just figure it out. I do a lot of poomsae on my own.

in fact, since my instructor is at the other school right now, I’m alone a lot. Grandmaster largely ignores me.

the other day, we had an unusual class of 10+ people, 8 of them lower rank than me, so I was at the front of the room (we line up in order if that makes sense). Grandmaster stood opposite of me, calling out various kicks and drills he wanted us to do. he commented on everyone’s performance - “B, nice job. C, kick higher. R - switch your feet.” etc etc. except me. he said nothing to me or about me and I was two feet in front of him. it was as if he was looking through me. I even purposely did the wrong moves for one drill just to see if he’d notice or say something. He didn’t.

a couple Saturdays ago, we had a “poomsae seminar” with a master from Korea that Grandmaster has known forever and really respects. it was three hours long. THREE HOURS. and guess how many times we did each Taeguek form? once. the first 2.5 hours were spent on just punching, kicking, stretching, and having to do punishment push-ups and stuff because the younger belts couldn’t focus and kept mouthing off. I got a good workout, but I was sooo frustrated by the end. I was anticipating spending much more time going through each form, getting specific feedback, etc. the seminar was for colored belts, they had a separate seminar later that afternoon for black belts, and that’s exactly what they did. they all said they loved it.

Monday’s class, Grandmaster asked students what they learned during the weekend’s seminar. Each black belt stated something that the visiting Master taught them - the timing for a poom, clarification on whether it’s a blade hand over a fist, the height of the kick or the degree of the turn. they were all happy with it.

Grandmaster turns to me and asks me what I learned. I said “nothing new” which I immediately realized was the incorrect answer. He said, “nothing?” and I explained that I had envisioned spending more time doing the actual poomsae forms, since the seminar was called “poomsae seminar.” I said that I felt like it wasn’t for me and that I wasn’t interested in doing another seminar.

He. Went. Off. On. Me.

And I know I’m overly sensitive. but he began ranting about how dumb I must be to think that we would have done poomsae for three hours, that poomsae is made up of each individual movement and that the focus was to strengthen each piece so that the whole would be stronger, and that he was watching me at the seminar and I was making a lot of mistakes and that it’s foolish of me to think that I don’t need to work on the basics and how dare I think I deserve to go to nationals if I can’t even withstand a simple seminar

I just kinda bowed my head and said okay and tried to not cry. he walked away from me and left me to practice my poomsae. but how do you practice after that? he just told me to do individual pieces, not the full forms. I have four different forms that could be selected for competition - which do I choose? do I pick the part I’m least familiar with, knowing he’ll come by and tell me every little thing I did wrong, or do I do a part I know real well? but then I’m not practicing really.

I was kinda frozen there when he turned away from the other students and back to me. he said, “well go on then, Stephanie.” and I replied, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

he began speaking again but honestly I didn’t hear any more of his words. because now is when I started crying. I work so hard, spend countless hours in the dojang, practice over and over, watch videos of other competitors to see what they do, and all I want is for him to see me and acknowledge me. I don’t care if all he does is correct me, at least that’d show that he’s watching. at the state competition last month, he didn’t watch me perform. He didn’t give me a pep talk before or criticism or praise after. he didn’t even wave from across the room. my instructor watched me; he was the only one.

I had just burst into tears in the middle of class and he. Kept. Talking. He didn’t soften his tone or do anything to show that he even realized I was upset. I, completely embarrassed, said “I gotta go” and ran off the mat. I went into the bathroom where I proceeded to have a full blown anxiety attack. It took several minutes for me to calm down. Finally, i got it together enough to leave the bathroom, grab my gym bag, return to the bathroom to change my clothes, and walk out. I heard him ask, “are you okay?” and I said no and just kept walking. I cried all the way home.

that was April 17, the last time I went to class. the next day, he called me. at least, I think it was him. I don’t have his personal number. He called at 8:30pm, the time the last class ends - no one calls me then. But I was too scared to answer. He didn’t leave a message.

I have a lot of other things going on in my life right now, including a job promotion that starts Monday and my continued house hunting, and I decided to take a little break from training. It’s been a major source of stress and I don’t need that negativity right now. I didn’t really choose a specific timeline for a break - I had my gym bag in my car but each day chose to drive home instead of to the dojang. As each day passed, the more anxious I felt about returning. I thought - “what if he’s mad? what if he yells at me again? what if I have another anxiety attack?” So I haven’t gone back.

I also thought - “what if he doesn’t care? I could just never return, would he notice? Would he say something?”

So on one hand, I’m glad he reached out to me on Facebook. Because he must care at least a little. On the other hand, I’m apprehensive. What if this just blows over and then he goes back to ignoring me?

Sigh. So that’s where I am right now. I don’t know if I’m going to nationals. I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know when I’ll see my instructor again. I don’t even know how to reply to his Facebook post.

but I do know I’ll be in class on Monday.

Malec Fic Recs

Something like six years ago I tried to read The Mortal Instruments books. I got partway through the third before failing out pretty hard. There wasn’t enough Magnus for my taste and the Magnus/Alec storyline wasn’t enough to keep me slogging through the rest of it. Then the movie was terrible too, and when the TV show came out I was like, “Nope, I’ve been on this crazy train before.” 

Luckily, I don’t live in a vacuum, and the odd gif started popping up on my dashboard. People seemed genuinely impressed with how the TV show was adapting the source material. I was bored over a weekend and decided to give it a shot. Boy, am I glad I was, because three days later I was completely caught up and making my way through the Magnus/Alec tag on AO3.

Here’s the inevitable rec post that’s resulted.

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Boston General

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Part Seven - Hurricane

Master List

Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word Count: 1,345
Warnings: language, medical stuff, angst, things I can’t add without giving stuff away
A/N: I feel like it’s been forever and a day since I posted this but here is part 7! Huge thanks to Nicole (@iwantthedean​) for help with all the medical stuff. Title comes from Hurricane by Panic! At The Disco. I highly recommend listening while you read since I had it on repeat while I was writing this lol. If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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This is my second time posting a John story, and second one I’ve written that is NSFW. I’m not too sure about this, so feedback is very much appreciated!

2200 words

NSFW

John x reader (y/n)

I don’t want to tag anyone, as I don’t know who would want to read a John fic.

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“Family” Part Two

Words: 1,581

Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Link to part one

Originally posted by kendaspntwd


“You have got to be kidding me.” Anna showed up at my doorstep. It had been a few days since my encounter with my dad. I haven’t seen him since, he had to fly to San Diego for Comic Con, but he’d be back next week.

“Anna? What are you doing here? We don’t usually meet until seven.” I say, looking at the clock. It was barely six in the morning- the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“I told you to watch The Walking Dead, not have coffee with Norman fucking Reedus!” Her eyes are wide.

“How do you know about that?” I questioned her, letting her come inside. She obviously wasn’t leaving.

“Have you been online lately?”

“No, I’ve been busy trying to finish my homework. AP Calculus is kicking my ass. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Search up Norman on Google. Look at the recent media posts about him.” She looks at me weirdly. I pull out my phone, typing in his name. I gasp at the results- there were pictures of the two of us drinking coffee together, being swamped by fans, and getting into the taxi together. The headlines were worse. ‘Norman’s new woman?’ ‘Hot young girl getting coffee with Norman Reedus- See the pics!’ ‘Norman is dating a mystery girl!’

“Oh my god.” I want to scream.

“I just want to know how the fuck you managed to score him! I’ve been trying to get his attention through Twitter forever.” She seemed frustrated.

“Ew, listen, I did not ‘score him.’ We’re not, like, together.” I try to say calmly.

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, if I tell you something, you can’t tell a soul.” I tell her.

“Swear.”

“He’s my dad.”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just found out.”

“Wow.” She seems like she can’t figure out what to say. “Okay.”

“It’s a lot to process, I know. Trust me.” I grab some water from the kitchen.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to tell people.”

“People are going to treat me differently. I don’t want people to want to be my friend just because I have a famous dad.” I admit.

“Oh, hun.” Anna laughs. “People are going to treat you differently regardless. They think you two are, like, dating.”

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I underestimated his fame.

People stopped me on the streets while I walked to school, asking me questions about my “relationship” with my father. I ignored them and just kept walking, but people still looked at me funny. The whole day throughout school, everyone looked at me weird. Some girls looked jealous, other disgusted. Most of the guys just smiled at me.

“So, dating a big shot, huh?” One of my soccer teammates came up to me in the locker room after practice. “I’m jealous. He’s like a sex god.”

I looked at her in disgust before slamming my locker door, walking away.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to make you mad.” She followed me.

“We’re not dating. Not even close. So please leave me alone.” I say with attitude, opening the door and walking outside. “And feel free to tell everyone else that. I’m tired of being stared at.”

I get in bed as soon as I get home, exhausted. All I want to do is talk to my mom, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I grab my phone, going through my twitter feed. It’s filled with people talking about me. Shocker. I don’t even read them. They’re probably just more bullshit rumors.

I was about to shut it off when a new post pops up- a video from the San Diego Comic Con. I click on it, seeing that it was the Walking Dead’s con. It starts off with the announcer talking to my dad, who is not paying attention to him at all. My dad was too busy messing around with the guy who’s name tag says “Andrew Lincoln.” I frown, realizing that this was the guy who I’ve been telling Anna is hot for ages, and he’s seemingly my dad’s friend. Crush gone.

“Norman, we’ve got a question from a fan.” The announcer says, and my dad starts paying attention.

“Hi, Norman! We’ve been all wondering- who was that girl you were with a few days ago?” This blonde lately asks.

“She’s my daughter.”

The crowd goes crazy. I guess they didn’t know I existed.

“You have another kid besides Mingus? What’s her name?” A fan yells from the crowd.

“I don’t know if she’s comfortable with me telling the world that.”

Then the screen cuts black, and the video is over. Half of me is glad he told everyone, so people will stop looking at me like I’m some huge seventeen year old slut dating an older guy. But another half of me is upset. My life is about to change dramatically. Suddenly, I’m not just Y/N anymore. People are going to look at me and just see Norman’s daughter.

I pull out my phone and call my dad.

“What’s going on?” He answered. There was talking in the background, like he was out with friends or something.

“I can call you later if you’re busy.”

“Give me a minute.” He says to someone in the background, and then the noise stops. “Sorry, all the cast members and I are together in the hotel room. Celebrating for the last night of being here.”

“Don’t apologize. I just needed to talk to someone. My mom’s not here, and I’m just super stressed out. People are stopping me on the streets and taking pictures of me. Everyone at my school are treating me weird. I don’t know what to do.” I sigh.

“Hey, look, I go through this all the time. So did Mingus. It’ll die down eventually.”

“Mingus?” I question.

“Yeah, I uh, I have another kid.”

“You’re a busy man.” I joke.

“Shut up.” He laughs. “You know, I fly back into New York tomorrow morning. Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? I don’t have much to do, but I got a cat and a bunch of South Park recorded on TV if you’re into that thing.”

“I have school.”

“I live in a different borough, not a different state. You can still get to school. Hell, it’s only for a few days, you could skip school if you wanted and we could actually hang out. I don’t have long until I have to fly back to Atlanta to film.” He drove a hard bargain.

“Fine.” I finally say. “Can you just pick me up after school tomorrow? I don’t want to have to walk all the way home just to have to leave again.”

“I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See ya.”

-

The next day was worse. People literally stopped me on the streets to take a picture with me, which was the weirdest thing. They all knew my name, so I guess someone spilled information to the tabloids.

School was about the same. People stared at me all day, but at least not in disgust this time. A few people tried asking me if they could meet my dad but I just ignored them. Finally the bell rang, indicating that school was over. Thank god.

“You coming to practice?” Anna asked me as we took our stuff out of the lockers.

“Nah.” I shut my locker door. “Got shit to do.”

“Coach is going to be mad.”

“No offense, but I don’t really give a flying fuck what coach thinks. I go to every single practice. I have never missed one, and I participate in every single game. Now, if you’d excuse me, I still have shit to do.”

Yeah, she is a little annoying sometimes, but I didn’t mean to be that rude to her. “I’m sorry. I just have a lot going on.”

“It’s fine. Go. I’ll tell her you got sick.” She smiles weakly at me.

I hug her before I go outside. I see a car sitting in front of the school with dark tinted windows. The window to the backseat rolls down, and my dad smiles at me.

“You ready?” He asks. The people outside gasp, but thankfully don’t freak out. I nod and get inside the car.

“Upper East Side, please.” He tells the driver.

“A driver, huh?” I raise my eyebrows at him once I get settled in the car.

“I’m not a pretentious douchebag, if that’s what you’re hinting at.” He laughs.

“Jesus, I feel like I’m in Gossip Girl. Serena, where at you?” I joke.

“What?” He asks.

“Nevermind.”

We get to his apartment building a while later. It’s nice-definitely the Upper East Side. The driver let both of us out, and we walked up to his apartment.

“This is where you live?” I gaped. It was huge, at least for New York standards. It was also really messy, but the nice furniture and the cute cat meeting us at the door made up for it.

“Yeah, sorry it looks like a tornado blew through here. I’ve been sleeping all day and didn’t clean.” He admits.

“I don’t mind. You saw where I lived.”

“Want some food? There’s leftover Chinese in the fridge from lunch.”

“Starving.”

I reheat the food, and then take a seat on his couch while I turn on the TV.

Maybe being his daughter isn’t so bad after all. 

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Sketchy Behaviors | Jenny Sharaf (SF)

Never afraid to reinvent herself or her art, San Francisco based artist Jenny Sharaf’s works are fluid and spontaneous; her approach fearless and at times vunerable; and her style cool and comfortably bad-ass.  We’ve not only been fans of her visual and abstract creations, but also her passion to work with her community in SF and Oakland to spread art and creativity – from her work with the Lab’s 24-Hour Telethon, The Parking Lot Art Fair to her most recent project- the Public Art Tour.  Sharaf shares some insight into her work and process; important issues and themes; and her thoughts on the contemporary arts scene in this installment of Sketchy Behaviors.  

Photographs courtesy of the artist

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3882

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13 @queen–valeskaxx

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The next day, you slept in, then went to the gym, grabbed some iced coffee, then went home to relax for a day off. But you couldn’t help but think of James. You toyed with texting and calling him or leaving him alone. Finally, you caved.

I’m sorry about last night. Could we talk about this, please?

No response happened for five minutes and you sighed. What were you going to talk about? You knew you wouldn’t confess everything, but maybe you could buy a tiny bit of more time, then no one could be hurt. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could have one more date with each of them, and then you’d decide.

Ida was busy with her job, otherwise you would’ve reached out to her, but you didn’t want to bother her or distract her. You felt so alone in that moment and you knew it was your fault. Watching James walk out the door last night hurt you far beyond what you thought was capable.

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Teach Me (Part 7/7)

Summary: Bucky seeks out your help for drawing lessons…even though he already knows how to

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader
 

Word Count: 755 (short n sweet)

A/N Y’ALL IM SO SORRY, I GOT CAUGHT UP IN TWD AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS. SORRY

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Shit.

This was not happening.

She wasn’t supposed to find them. I’m supposed to have more time to think of a confession. I’m severely under prepared to have this conversation.

“What the hell is this?” She asks, raising up one of my opened sketchbooks, she’s near the end so I’m quite sure that she’s seen all the drawings of herself. Shit.

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