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Truth In Who We Are (100 Suns Trilogy: Chapter 14)

(A/N: I’m trying to update as much as possible between uni work and assignments, bare with me guys! Also to everyone commenting on my chapters; thank you! I do see them, I just don’t have time to reply to them, but your comments and views are welcomed so thank you!)

Shannon hit his drum sticks along the wall as he walked towards Jared’s bedroom, hoping that he’d not walk in on a scene like the other day. Ever since this Valery had been back in the picture, he saw that smile back on his brother’s face, one he’d not saw in months.

Sure maybe she wasn’t the best person to bring back that smile, but at least for once he was smiling and that was enough to make Shannon happy.

No more salty assed man who snapped at everyone and slept with wannabe models…

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Collection of stuff…. older drawings and drawing gifts for my twitter mutuals and friends!!
(please do not take or modify thank you, they are here for your viewing pleasure ;;)

Random swapfell papyrus icon, you may use if you wish I do not mind… mostly style study/inspiration like??? (oh.. i made this cute puppy so gross.. ;;)
I do custom icons like this for 15USD  。・゚・(ノ∀`)・゚・。

I am also creating double-sided keychains for purchasing in the future!!
(9 variants so far of different skeleton brothers)
(Maybe add other original UT Characters [?]… as I am hoping to sell at a convention this year near me..!! Everything is undetermined… ㅠㅠ)

The Good Bad Boy


PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Badboy! au, fluff

Word count: 1.3k 


The baddie of the town asks you out on a date and what follows is a night of revelations about a bad boy who is a good man 

A/N:  For the anon who requested a Hoseok bad boy AU. Thank you for giving my dead ass something fluffy to write! I LOVE bad boy Hoseok! and I think this is the SOFTEST thing I have written. 


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“What the fuck are all of you looking at?” he glared at the spectators that had gathered around you two , harshly enough for them to disperse around and resume whatever they were doing. You stood frozen in your spot, tightly clutching your bag against your chest , fingers digging into the leather. Jung Hoseok, the baddest boy in town was standing in front of you and he had just asked you out on a date. With a toothpick dangling from his lips, he was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for you to respond.

“Listen buttercup I don’t have all day. Is this date happening or not?” he took a step towards you and your automatic response was taking a step back. The process continued until you were pinned against his motorcycle.  His placed his hands on either side of you and leant in close to your ear. He smelled like musk and amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. “Is it” his nose grazed your neck “or is it not” he moved back to face you. His eyes studied your face with such intensity that the end result was your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

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Dear Jensen Ackles,

since it is your 39th birthday today. I not only hope you’ll spend a wonderful day with your loved ones and are able to enjoy a tasty birthday cake, but also wanted to use that opportunity to thank you.

Thank you for giving us Dean Winchester. For making him such a well rounded and real feeling character with edges and flaws.

Thank you for putting so much emotion into your performance and managing to move us with just a lip quiver, a certain look in your eyes or one silent tear.

Thank you for being able to convey so much with so little and sometimes achieve the most impact that way. Not with grand gestures but with small but important moves.

Thank you for being true to yourself, for not letting any kind of fame get to your head but remaining beautifully down to earth.

Thank you for being goofy and not taking yourself too seriously, for knowing how to make fun and laugh about yourself.

Thank you for sharing tiny bits of your daily and family life with us here and there - it’s by no means something anyone should take for granted or see as a given or something to be expected. Thank you for that, it’s a sign of trust you have in the fandom and I hope many people will treat it as such - a gift and as something special.

Thank you for doing conventions. For sharing your views and headcanons on the show and Dean Winchester as a character in panels or meet greets.

Thank you for managing to make everyone feel welcome when taking a picture with you and trying to lessen the tension and nervousness.

Thank you for hugs, for funny stories and for your voice. Thank you for being able to embrace standing on stage and singing for and with us and enjoying it! Just between us: You’re doing one hell of a job! And we appreciate it so so much! Thank you for letting us have a good time together!


Happy birthday, Mr. Jensen Ackles. If I could I’d hand over an Emmy for you as a birthday present, because you would have deserved to get one for your acting a few times by now. So Mr. Ackles, have a wonderful and hopefully sunny day, have a slice of pie for your “alter ego” Dean Winchester too. He has had way too little time to devour some himself lately! Keep up your good work and stay true to yourself!

I and many others sure love you for exactly who your are!

Happy Birthday!!! *throws confetti*


“There is no end to something infinite. Endless, forever, those are liar’s words. But, infinity… There’s no concept of stopping, only climbing higher, and the higher you climb, the better the view is. But, I don’t know how it could get any better because damn, it’s beautiful from up here.”

Happy 7th Anniversary to INFINITE – Thank you for always keeping us in your view, and we will continue to light your way.

anonymous asked:

Are the comedies really that gay, though? Even if some characters do feel attracted to someone from the same sex, at the end of the play they all get into heterosexual relationships, and their homoeroticism turns out to be a misunderstanding. Isn't it really just a comical device to laugh at these characters? The happy ending is that they get over their homosexual desire. I feel like they are really heterosexist.

That’s certainly one reading of the plays, and there are plenty of people who argue that there’s an inherently heterosexual agenda at play in which homosexuality is just a stage of adolescence one needs to get over in the process of maturity and in order to achieve matrimony. 

I personally don’t think there’s any textual reason to think that homosexual desire is presented as a joke though. I just can’t think of any instance of same-sex attraction where the comedy is in the attraction itself. The most overt instance of homoeroticism is probably Antonio in Twelfth Night, but I don’t see any reason why his expressions like ‘I do love thee so / That danger shall seem sport’ (2.1.42-3) or his ‘desire / More sharp than filed steel’ can be construed as funny. In fact, they’re remarkably sincere and heartfelt, as is his plight when he thinks that Sebastian is refusing to recognise him, which is nothing short of heartbreaking, even if the audience are made aware how the misunderstanding has arisen.

The main complicating factor is that the tradition of comedy Shakespeare writes in calls for a set of marriages at the end, and makes no space for homosexual relationships that can’t be celebrated through matrimony. It’s the form of comedy itself that’s heterosexist, not Shakespeare; he’s a lot more interesting than the conventions he’s working in. As I see it, there’s almost always a disjunction between the form of the play and the content when it comes to Shakespeare. As I’ve mentioned quite a few times before, Shakespeare has a tendency to problematise comedy marriage endings, and to highlight the unnaturalness of the convenient pairing off at the end.  After all, he chooses to put what we would call ‘gay’ people in his plays and doesn’t necessarily marry them off at the end. I think it’s significant, for instance, that the both Antonios remain alone and unmarried at the end of The Merchant of Venice and Twelfth Night. If homosexual love is always a mistake or a process of maturation for Shakespeare, then the logical thing to do would be to find partners for these aberrant individuals and diffuse the homoerotic sexual tension raised by the play. But in leaving some people out of the pairing off at the end, Shakespeare stages the fact that there are people who don’t fit into the kind of society that prioritises hetereosexual unions. It precisely highlights the fact that the happy ending depends on the repudiation and sidelining of people who don’t fit into the overall scheme, and it complicates that definition of ‘happy ending’. It also makes me think that you can’t entirely dismiss homosexuality in these plays as a ‘misunderstanding’ or ‘mistake’, given that some people remain ‘uncorrected’.

I would stop short of saying that the plays are ‘gay’ as such, but as I read it, the idea that Shakespeare is heterosexist confuses the form with the content and doesn’t make space for the subtleties of his treatment of certain characters. Anyway, it’s rather unlikely that a man who wrote 126 often highly sexual poems addressed to a young man would use same-sex attraction as a mere comic device.

Pros (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by nestorquik

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot

Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^

Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore


“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.

“Pardon, miss?”

Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.

“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”

You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”

The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.

You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.

“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.

Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.

Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.

“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.

“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.

“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.

“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”

You began to smile to yourself.

The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.

‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.

Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.

Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.

Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.

You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.

Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.

‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.

“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.

You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.

“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.

You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.

Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.

Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.

“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.

“Wait, but-”

“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.

The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.

So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.

And his hair, was blue.

“Sorry about that.” he admitted.

“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.

He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.

“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t mention it!”

“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”

“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”

You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.

Ethan shook it heartily.

Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.

❆   ❆   ❆

“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.

Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.

“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.

Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.

“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.

“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.

Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.

You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.

Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”

Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.

They started to chat his name.

You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.

“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.

The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.

“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”

The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.

“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”

❆   ❆   ❆

You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.

You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.


The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.

“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.

Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.

“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.

“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”

Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.

“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”

“I sure will.” you said.

“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.

“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.

“Deal.” Ethan agreed.

Being forgetful certainly did have its pros.


(A/n): W o w,  how  c h e e s y

Self-Care & Helpful Tips for INTP “The Thinker”

Functions: Ti-Ne-Si-Fe


  • Great analyst & abstract thinker
  • Imaginative & original
  • Open-minded
  • Enthusiastic
  • Objective
  • Honest & straightforward


  • Very private & withdrawn
  • Insensitive
  • Absent-minded
  • Condescending
  • Loathe rules & guidelines
  • Second-guess themselves

Turn-on = Understanding

Turn-off = Manipulation

What stresses INTP out

  • Being in an environment where they feel controlled by others.
  • Not being allowed to go with the flow of the moment.
  • Being required to do simple and repetitive tasks.
  • Being surrounded by individuals they see as incompetent.
  • A lack of autonomy.
  • Being in charge of the quality of another person’s work.
  • Not enough alone time. Too much extraverting.
  • Being immersed in emotionally charged environments.
  • Being in a place where their expertise is not appreciated.
  • People “barging in” on their space.
  • Not having their strongly held values validated

How to help an INTP experiencing stress

  • Give them alone time and space
  • Excuse them from some of their responsibilities
  • Let them get away from everything
  • Don’t ask them how they feel or if they’re okay
  • Encourage them to have some alone time exercising
  • Let them know it’s okay to feel unreasonable sometimes
  • Stay out of the way and forgive out-of-characteristic behavior

How INTP handle Grief

  • Bury their feelings
  • Not good at opening in front of others

How INTP handle Guilt

  • Over-analytical
  • Pressure themselves to do better

What INTP are like when Sad

  • Appear apathetic & disinterested
  • Dislike feeling vulnerable

What INTP need after a Bad Day

  • A new project to distract them from self-destructive thoughts

What INTP do when Angry

  • Ignores their anger for years at a time until they eventually snap unexpectedly and spew snarky insults about the opposing party’s intelligence.

What INTP Should do Instead

  • Take note of when and why they’re feeling angry, rather than pushing it down, in order to avoid outbursts.

What INTP Struggle with

  • Giving words of affirmation

What INTP are Hard on themselves for

  • Constantly feel like they should be do better

INTP’s Purpose in Life is

  • Seek that which is unknown

What INTP Need to Know

  • Emotions aren’t scary monsters, and you are not void of them. Being vulnerable is not the worst thing in the world. It is okay to live in the moment, and not feel guilty for it.

What INTP Should never Forget

  • You are capable of true warmth. We value your intelligence and are thankful for your unique views and understanding. You are always someone we can depend on to solve the problem at hand.

Day #123: All of Me

“When I first came here, I didn’t think I would stay. I was ambitious, power-hungry, and mean, and I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. A few good friends showed me the error of my ways, but it was you, Twilight, who taught me the most important lesson of all. I don’t need to be any of those things, ever again, because with you by my side I can do absolutely anything. You keep me grounded, you keep me safe, and you make me happier than I have been in my entire life. I vow to love and care for you, Twilight, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, and far, far beyond.

But I vow to do it, even when it isn’t easy. I vow to be with you through the tough times and the rough patches. And even though things might not always be smooth sailing, I vow to work through all our problems together. I also promise to pour the milk for your cereal for you and try to help you when you’re doing one of your nightly planning sessions, even if you say you don’t want me, because I vow to understand you, even if we might be worlds apart. And while I can vow and promise a lot of things, there’s one thing I swear I’ll always be.

Twilight Sparkle, even if we’re married, I vow to always be your friend.”


“I knew there was something magic about you the first time we met, Sunset, but it took me a while to figure out exactly what it was. You took a shy, nervous girl who talked to her dog and made me who I am today: the happiest girl in this or any world. Without you around I don’t think I would even recognise myself anymore. You’ve saved me, Sunset, from the walls I built around myself, from a cruel and malevolent, world, and from my own demons. I sleep soundly, now, knowing that you’re right next to me and that I’m going to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. You’re beautiful, strong, and I love you more than words can ever express.

I vow to give my heart to you, because I’m certain you’ll keep it safe. I vow to let you handle some of my spreadsheets when needed and give you the cold side of the pillow. Well, sometimes. No matter what might happen, what crazy things we might argue with, I vow to be by your side and stand with you, not against you. I vow to give you the kindness you’ve shown me for so long. And while all those might just be words for now, I vow to make them true with my actions. I vow to love you, and I vow to be your friend till the end.”

[Vows written by the glorious @bestshipisfriendship & @deathscar. I’m not good at the sappy stuff, thanks guys!]

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People be saying in the bakudeku tags “I dont ship bakudeku” “I dont like bakudeku” “blah blah blah”

….Like? no one asked…???

You dont see me bashing your ships in your tags? Maybe because I respect other people’s feelings way more then hating on something people like????

Life Everlasting

Donovan, Elizabeth, James March x Reader

There was never a dull moment with your best friend Donovan and the love of his life, Elizabeth. She’s also referred to as “The Countess” by most. From the wildest parties to killing for blood, it was a unique friendship you shared.

1994 was when Donovan was turned. He went through a low phase of his life that resorted him to doing drugs and hanging around that blonde, frizzy-haired druggie, Sally McKenna. He couldn’t handle the dosage he injected, and luckily for him, The Countess was there to save his life and they’ve been together ever since.

When The Countess informed her brunette lover boy about being a blood sucker, he didn’t believe it at her first until she showed him her photos from every decade that she was lucky enough to be a part of as early as the 1920’s.

Of course, since Donovan was so infatuated with her, he wanted to be turned into what she is. And when he had a thirst he felt like he could never quench, she served him blood from her secret stash.

It didn’t take long for Donovan to tell you about his and Elizabeth’s nature. In fact, you wanted to become what they are because of the promise of “life everlasting”. Being able to live forever meant endless possibilities to you. Lucky for you, The Countess was more than willing to turn you since you’re her man candy’s best friend.

Rarely do you ever step foot inside of their residence, the Hotel Cortez because you were always out at parties and even traveling to all sorts of countries. But when you do step on the grounds of the hotel, it’s mainly you waiting in the lobby for Donovan and Elizabeth to come strutting out of the elevator.

You arrived earlier than usual today and you shot your best friend a text message about your arrival.

Donovan: “Just hopped in the tub. Feel free to come up if you want.”

Great. Knowing Donovan, he takes the longest baths and takes years doing his hair. You passed on his offer to be an occupant in his suite seeing that there’s a bar upstairs that you’d rather tend to. It was like a ghost town within these walls and the only sounds you hear is the music coming from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The lady tending the bar, Liz Taylor, isn’t a stranger to you as you know she’s been working this bar for many years.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?” Liz asked, sliding a napkin your way, knowing you’ll be ordering a drink.

“I’ve be great. I’m just, you know, waiting on my best friend who won’t be ready anytime soon.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to wait because you despise waiting on people.

“And what’s your poison for today, hmm?”

“I’ll take a Long Island, Liz.”

“Of course.”

All of a sudden, the air around you reaked of cigarettes. You no longer are the only customer of Liz Taylor seeing from the corner of your eye, someone sitting just 1 bar stool away from you. You couldn’t help but slightly turn your head to look and to your misfortune, it’s the one person you despise most in this world, Sally Fucking McKenna. When Donovan’s mom confessed that she was responsible for Sally’s death, all you could think was good riddance.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You spat before taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage.

“Yeah. Surprised to see you in this dump.” She took a puff of her cigarette before insulting you. “Bitch.”

“Sally. You will treat this fine lady with respect.” The deep, male voice coming from behind you startled you. Sally responded by ashing her cigarette and leaving elsewhere.

“Thank you. Even though I had it under control.” You thanked the stranger who made his way to your view.

“Nonsense. It is I that values every guest that steps foot inside my hotel.” The man sat beside you. He was fair skinned, with a pencil thin mustache, groomed hair and wore a suit. Other than the tone of his voice similar to Clark Gable, the cigarette holder in between his teeth threw you off a little. It’s like this man used a time machine being fresh out of the ‘20s.

“You own this hotel?”

“Ah yes. Introductions are in order. My name is James Patrick March.” He said proudly as he gazed at the walls and light fixtures. Liz slid him a glass of whiskey and he took a sip, then brought his focus back to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You felt that an introduction of your last name was too old and formal for you.

“Might I ask, what brings you to my hotel?”

“Oh I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“I see. Do you care for a companion while you wait?”

“Of course of course. I enjoy making new friends.”

James shot you a grin before getting Liz’s attention. “Cleopatra, would you please get Y/N whatever it is she may need until she scurries off with her acquaintances.”

“What? No? I’m okay. I don’t mind paying for my drinks. Plus, it won’t be too long until my friends are ready.”

“No matter, dear. See to it that a stunning creature such as yourself deserves it.”

You almost choked on your own spit from James’s statement. No one as handsome as him has ever complimented you in that way and you couldn’t help but blush. You even crossed one leg over the other and straightened your back to look put together.

“T-thank you.”

The next few minutes led to you asking a handful of questions about James’s beloved hotel seeing that it makes him happy talking about it. He even listened in on your babbling about the extravagant parties you’ve attended in the past. But not yet have you informed him about your nature of being a blood sucker in order to survive.

You were too caught up in this bubble with James that you didn’t even notice your friends appearing behind you. And this time around, you wanted them to take their time because you wanted to get to know James more and more. After all, he is very charming and also good looking.

“James.” Elizabeth spat.

“Elizabeth.” James spat back, standing up to show his height compared to hers. You narrowed your eyes at the two in confusion for the sound of hatred for each other.

“All ready to go, love?” Elizabeth asked, gazing at you with those eyes covered in well blended eyeshadow and sharp, winged eyeliner.

“Huh?” You snapped yourself out of it. “Oh yeah let’s go.” Just as you were about to gesture your hand to shake James’s hand, he acquires your fingers, lifting it so that he could plant a kiss on your knuckles. Elizabeth scoffed at his gesture but you didn’t even noticed.

“Pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” James slowly let’s go of your fingers in his grasp as if it was a delicate object.

“Nice meeting you too James. I’ll see you around.”

As you were walking closer to the entrance and further away from James, you couldn’t help but glance behind you to take one last good look at him. There he was, his hands behind his back, still standing in same spot you said your goodbyes at, just watching you as you leave.

Once you passed through the doors of the Hotel Cortez with Donovan and Elizabeth by his side, you could already hear a car honking from a distance being it’s normal to hear every 5 minutes in Los Angeles.

James also didn’t leave your mind just yet and you couldn’t help but burden Elizabeth with your question. “How do you and James know each other?”

“Oh, just an old friend, sweetheart. We go way back.” Elizabeth shot you a quick elevator look, then brought her view back to the traffic as the three of you wait for your limo. “But, I see he’s taken an interest in you.”

“Are you serious? You’re kidding.” You crossed your arms in front of you in disbelief as you stifled a smile. The Countess has to be lying. But then again, when has she ever lied to you? She’s always been a very straightforward person with you.

“Really best friend?” Donovan scoffed playfully. “Only a fool wouldn’t notice.”

Wow. At first you thought James was just being friendly to you only because you’re in his hotel. But, finding out that he views you more than just that, even though this is the first time meeting him, brings butterflies in your stomach.

And now you want to find the soonest excuse to come back to the hotel Cortez so that you can resume your conversation with Mr. March.

Hello!! I have a question for anyone who’s seen/read Brokeback Mountain, please :)

I watched  the film again last night ( I shouldn’t have let myself be convinced, been an emotional mess since) after a few years and you know how it goes, when you’re confronted with the same story in a different stage of your life. You grow up, you develop as a human, you learn, you live and get shaped by what you go through, therefore your reactions and emotions inevitably change in relations to facts you’ve been exposed to at 15, 25, 40 etc. I didn’t exactly see the same film I saw as a teenager or as a young woman (last time must have been 5 or 6 years ago), but I was left with the same identical question:

What do you think Ennis means at the very end, when he stares at the old shirts in his closet, full of emotion, and says “Jack, I swear”? Not in a general, sentimental way; what do you think he’s actually swearing to Jack?


Choose your own adventure:

A charming and beautiful swamp demon comes parading out of the shallow creek. In a deep, sonorous voice, he tells you that you have been Chosen, and you are the one who was prophesied to return to him the Green Ball of Joy, stolen by the river in years long past.

Do you:
1. Obtain him the Green Ball of Joy from the mud and wash it off, because he somehow didn’t see it and it’s right there?
2. Refuse to touch the tennis ball, and throw sticks for him instead?

Zimbits Battle of the Blades AU

so. well. Y’all remember this post? About a Canadian TV show that makes hockey players learn how to do pairs routines with figure skaters? It’s Jack and Bitty now. Leggo. 

  • It’s a year or two after Bitty graduates from Samwell. He won the Frozen Four in his Senior Year, and Jack has a Calder trophy and Stanley Cup win under his belt. They are both publicly out, but they’ve kept their status as a couple lowkey for now. 
  • The execs in charge of Battle of the Blades decide they need a new gimmick to increase ratings. Enter: Queers!!! On Ice!
  • They want one F/F and one M/M pair of skaters, in addition to the regular straight couples. It’s easy enough to find female skaters willing to pretend to have a gal pal, and the NWHL has several out queer players, and yet…
  • The producers can literally find no male hockey players or figure skaters who are a) available, b) notable public figures, and c) willing to spend months within inches of another man at all times, except for Jack and Bitty. Fuck it, the producers decide, and make some calls. 
  • Cue the Intense Relationship Discussion.
  • Bitty would love to figure skate again, and Jack thinks the cross-conditioning sounds like a good idea, but both of them have reservations about the public scrutiny this will put their relationship under. 
  • Enter George with a life-saving idea: what if they announced their relationship via the show? They’d have to pretend to just be good friends early on, but then Jack could gradually dial up the heart eyes and Bitty could stop self-censoring, and by the end of the show they would have “started dating.”
  • The two of them agree to George’s proposal and filming starts.
  • All the hockey players are sent out on the rink in hockey skates first, and Bitty pulls off a flawless double axel the second he gets on the ice. “Dear me, I must have forgotten which skates I’m wearing!”
  • Jack Zimmermann, hockey god, falls flat on his face the second he puts on figure skates. He and Bitty unintentionally recreate the “Toepick!” scene from The Cutting Edge at least twice. 
  • Lift training is a total wash. Half of it is unintentional flirting- “Yes, Mr Zimmermann, your hand is supposed to go on my butt.” “I see you’ve been keeping up with your squats, Bittle.”- and the other half is Jack screwing up and Bitty nearly dying, as per canon.
  • The judges are always commenting on what great chemistry the two of them have, probably because they were linemates back in the day, right? “Well,” says Jack, “we’re a team.” 
  • Dear lord the interview segments are ridiculous. 
  • Half the time, Bitty’s explaining some bullshit heteronormative requirement of pairs skating, and the other half he’s slowly but surely unloading Jack Feels™ onto the audience.
    • “Rule number one, never fall for a teammate.”
  • Meanwhile, Jack isn’t even bothering to hide his crush on Bitty/Bittle/my partner/Eric- what he calls him depends on how adoring he is at the moment.
    • “Jaw-dropping. Awe-inspiring, the best thing that’s ever happened to me… wait, this was supposed to be about the Stanley Cup win, not being on Bittle’s line? Yeah, that was nice too.”
  • Around Week 4, the entire nation of Canada needs to know- are they partners, or are they partners? 
  • Every. Single. Song. fits the dramatic arc of their “new relationship.” Canadian hits? “Stop Desire,” Tegan and Sara. 80s week? “How Will I Know,” Whitney Houston. Hollywood? “I’ll Cover You,” RENT.
  • They get to the finale on the combined strength of Jack’s cheekbones and Bitty’s media savvy. Ransom sends them updates on his family’s latest adoring comments. 
  • Of fucking course their last skate is to “Halo.” What is this, amateur hour?
  • Of fucking course they win. What is this, Yuri On Ice?
    • Yes this headcanon was 37% inspired by the fucking Episode 12 pair skate but that’s a whole other kettle of fish
  • When Jack hears they’ve won, in the “heat of the moment,” (read: in a carefully choreographed move endorsed by George months ago) he sweeps Bitty into a show-stopper of a kiss. 
  • The nation of Canada gets a little weak at the knees. 
  • “So, yeah!” Bitty announces in his last interview segment, post-win. “Me and Jack are dating!”
  • This is getting super long but then they’re a public couple and they donate the money they won to You Can Play and the SMH Squad hosts viewing parties for every episode, thank you for your time.
How the Shadowhunters characters (as requested) would react to...

…finding out you were seriously injured on a mission? - @the-star-wars-princess


Originally posted by jemcarstvirs

The second he found out he ran, ran to where he was told you would be and never looked back. He didn’t think his heart could race this quickly, his mind travel in this many directions or his legs carry him this fast but all of it was possible and all of it was happening right now. The second he saw you, saw your fragile and damaged body, a tired and nervous smile spread onto his lips “Hey baby” he would coo, his voice breaking half way through as he rushed to your bedside, his hand quickly finding yours “Im here, you’re gonna be okay, it’s all gonna be okay. I promise you Y/N, I promise.” and you believed him, you would lean into his arm and slowly flutter your eyes shut, his free hand grazing the hair from your face, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He wouldn’t leave your side unless someone forced him to and even then he would wait until he was allowed back in, he wouldn’t be able to rest correctly until you got better, you were his weakness, his one true love, and he would stay with you forever.


Originally posted by sapphicalexandra

She couldn’t believe it, I mean how could she? You were the best shadow hunter and fighter she knew, she loved. She blinked rapidly and cocked her head to the side “W-What?” She questioned, barley being able to choke out that one word. Once she had regained her wits she would find you immediately and try her absolute best not to look terrified in front of you “Hey” she would start, her fingers grazing your exposed arm “I’m so proud of you” she would reinforce, giving a small smile. You would scoff and shake your head “I got hurt Izzy, badly, that’s nothing to be proud of” you would reply. Her face would contort but only for a moment, her hand stopping grazing your arm and would move to hold your hand, her thumb settling from lightly tracing the back of your hand “On the contrary love. You fought back even with your injuries and better yet, you beat the bastards ass, and that’s why I love you” and with that she would place a loving kiss on the top of your head and stay by your side until you had regained your health


Originally posted by smilefortheliving

He didn’t even let the informant finish their sentence. All he heard were the words Y/N and injured in the same sentence and he was off, strutting down the hall to where the institutes infirmary was. The second he opened its door he saw you, the man he loved in the very back of the room, cuts, bruises and blood surrounding their  body, and that’s when he felt the urgency, the dread, the defeat and the anger. He basically flew across the room, his hand on yours before he even realized “Y/N” he would begin, his eyebrows knit tightly together with fear “I’m so glad you’re okay….that you’re safe” he stated with a sense of relief, his lips curling into a small smile, not wanting to let on how scared he was. He would slowly lower his body to kneel besides your bed, watching every rise and fall of your chest “Nothing like this is ever gonna happen again” he would vow, his assurance giving you feelings of love and safety “I’m sorry” you would mutter. He would immediately shake his head, his free hand cupping your cheek “You have nothing to be sorry for. You hear me? Nothing. I love you okay?“


Originally posted by alec-magnvs

"Its alright sweet pea, you’ll be alright, I’ll get you fixed up in no time” he would declare, his hands moving swiftly on top of your body. Alec had brought you here, figuring A. Magnus would want to see you and B. that he could help you more than anyone else. He had see damaged and injured shadowhunters before but your injuries affected him, scared him. He would give you small encouraging smiles here and there, urging you to close your eyes and relax as he stated “I’ll get you back to brand new quicker than you think. I promise”. After he was done he would encourage you to rest. He would sit by you mr side and watch, watch your breathing, making sure he had done his job and kept his word on his promises. His heart would thud louder than he thought possible, only quieting itself for when you spoke “Magnus?” You would question, peering over to view him at your bedside “Thank you” you made sure to stress, he had to know how appreciative you were of him. He would give a grandeur smile and a slight chuckle “Its what I do sugar. Glad to be of service” you would smile in response, giving a nod from your head “I appreciate it, appreciate you”


Originally posted by ohmysaphael

He hadn’t thought anything of it, he just thought it was another mission you were assigned to, ya know? Get the bad guys, turn them in then come back home, to him, but this was different, you hadn’t come home yet and there was no explanation as to why, all up until he got a call from Alec saying nothing except the words ‘something happened’ “Where is she?” He would question, his voice somewhat soft, questioning but when Alec only sighed in response Raphael shouted the words, demanding an answer, fangs coming out even thought he knew he couldn’t be seen. Alec would murmur a response and tell him to get here quick and that’s exactly what he did. He was at your bedside in a matter of minutes, fighting anyone who dare told him to step off. His thumb would caress your cheek gently, his eyes glancing over your entire body “It’s okay mi amor…no one can hurt you anymore I’ll make sure of it. I’m here, I’m here” he would mumble, hoping to get any response out of you, and tightly grasping your hand when he didn’t. He would wait in the institute all night long, jumping awake whenever you stirred or had a hiccup in your breathing, Magnus had never seen him in such a wreck. When you finally awoke he would lose his breath in his throat, quickly rising to inch again stand above you, his smile curving into on of love “Good morning sleeping beauty, glad to see those beautiful eyes”


Originally posted by smilefortheliving

This was exactly what he was afraid of. He had already lost a good deal of his life to the shadow hunters, he wasn’t about to lose you. His alpha mode would come out, frightening any shadow hunter who passed by him but they let him stay. They let him stay by you for however long it took, his hand intertwined with yours, his fingers brushing any strand hair that whipped in front in your face, guarding you even from your hair. He knew how strong you were, that you could take care of yourself, but seeing you in the infirmary in the state you were in, all he wanted to do was to make it all go away, make you feel better and for you to stay awake for more than thirty minutes tops. It was a bit before you fully recuperated but he was there with you every step of the way, he would make sure nothing like this ever happened again “I just want to keep you safe. I’m ashamed that I couldn’t do it this one time” he would tell you, his head hanging in defeat. “Luke” you would begin with an understand and solemn tone “You have your pack, your own life, you can’t always keep me safe, I am capable ya know” you would joke, a smile peaking out. He would nod his head in a symbol that he agreed “I know Y/N, I just can’t ever lose you” and with that he would plant a small kiss on your forehead “And you never will” you assured, leaning into the affection with a grand smile


Originally posted by meliorn

He had no clue what to do, he had no idea what state you were in, all he was told was that you were hurt and you’d need a few days. He would show up with nervous and sweaty palms asking to see you. When he saw you everything fell “Y/N” he would start breathlessly, his feet carrying him to your side. He knew a simple band aid wouldn’t do the trick ,but he also didn’t know what would ,so he would just be there, to comfort you and to keep you company. Telling you stories, jokes, he even brought a few movies that he was hoping the two of you could watch. He would try not to let it show how absolutely terrified he was for you but he wasn’t that good of an actor. During a movie the two of you were watching out of the corner of your eye you would see him, staring intently at you. You would turn over and almost chuckle “I’m alright Simon” you would declare, making sure he knew that. His hand would wrap tighter around your own “I know that…I think” he would honestly admit “But I don’t want you to be alright, I want you to be amazing, feel wonderful, awesome!” He would rant, his smile as wide as it could be. You would shake your head, but still manage to smirk “I know. And with all these jokes and movies I’ll get there” you stated jokingly, your thumb stroking the back of his hand “Thank you Simon”

First Draft

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Could you do a AU where the reader is in college and runs into an old classmate from middle school, but when she was at that school everyone were mean to her, and ever since she left she has gained self confidence but seeing how mean her old classmate can still be(like sugary rude comments) it crumbles and Dean came to her rescue because he has the biggest crush on her, and has never made a move, but he can stand the way her classmate is talking to her or something like that? Pretty please?

Pairing: student!Dean x reader

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I thought this one got pretty cute at the end…

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