that would take too much time

anonymous asked:

Did Joey always want to keep Bendy at the studio, or has Henry ever taken him out to explore the real world, kind of like a father-son outing?

Joey always recommended that they stay at the studio or at least, not go out alone. He didn’t just trap them in there or anything, he’d just worry about them if they go out alone.
Henry would take bendy out to go draw and walk around and explore or drive around. It was kinda their thing, like how piano was he and Joey’s thing. Whenever he goes out, he always takes note of what’s changed, if anything.
Bendy used to sneak out a lot but after some bad experiences due to carelessness he eventually stopped doing so as often.
Alice is more cautious and while she sneaks out more often, she’s careful enough to avoid too much unwanted attention. Sometimes she just needs to get out of the studio for some alone time and fresh air. She has a regular spot that she likes to visit and relax by herself. She would bring Sammy there to help him write. The studio was too uncomfortable to get any work in sometimes.
Boris liked to go out to watch movies in theaters with Wally or Joey or Bendy and Alice. They have a theater room in the studio but it’s just not the same as going out and experiencing the reactions of other strangers. They also take him to the dog park to run around. He likes to run.

Being trapped in an elevator with them

Jinki (Onew - SHINee)

Jinki would sigh deeply once it stopped. Maybe press the floor button to see if it would continue.
“Really?” he’d mutter to himself as he pressed the emergency button. “Hopefully they won’t take long. Are you alright?” He’d asked turning to you, flashing you that charming smile of his. Any worry you were experiencing would be lessened.
“Yeah, not a huge fan of confined spaces but hopefully they won’t take too long.” He’d nod in understanding offering his hand for you to shake.
“I’m Jinki, by the way. Let me know if it gets to be too much and I’ll do my best to help you calm down.” you’d return his infectious smile as you shake his hand.
“I will, thank you. I’m Y/N.”
As the time ticked by you’d start to get hungry, face heated as you stomach grumbles loudly.
“Ah, sorry. I had an early lunch…”
“Haha, don’t worry, I’m hungry too. If you like chicken, I know a great place to get some.” That adorable smile back on his face immediately brings the corners of your lips up, “And if you haven’t had enough of my company by then, we could go together maybe?” You nod in excited agreement.
“That would be lovely!”

(He’s such a lovely cute little bean >v< - admin Mimi)

Originally posted by jonghyuns-flat-ass

Yugyeom (GOT7)

This adorable little Maknae wouldn’t know what to do at first when the lift stopped moving. He’d be internally panicking himself, his eyes wide and darting all over the doors to see if they were going to open. He’d forget all about the fact he wasn’t alone until he heard sniffling. He’d spin to see your eyes wide and full of fear, tears gathering.

“I-it’ll be okay!” He speaks suddenly causing you to jump and look at him. “It’ll be okay.” He repeats reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “S-someone will come.” 

“What if they don’t? It’s late, what if everyone’s gone home?” You respond, your words fusing together as you rushed to get them out in your scared state. 

“They will.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “And until then, I’m here with you, okay? You’re not alone.” Slowly, you nod and accept his arm as he wraps it hesitantly around your shoulder in hopes of comforting you until someone arrived.

[*whisper*I’m too lazy to find a gif i like that fits so have this one of the baby looking niioooce ~Chee)

Originally posted by j-miki

Jinyoung (GOT7)

Instantly frustrated when the small metal box shudders to a stop. He grumbles under his breath before stepping forward to press the emergency button impatiently. 

“I-I think they’ve heard it.” You stammer out. He turns to look at you wide eyed, he hadn’t realised anyone was still with him. He assumed everyone got off at the last stop. 

“Oh, right.” He gives an awkward almost embarrassed smile. “Uh, are you alright?” 

“I’m not good in confined spaces for long.” You confess uneasily. “I hope it won’t take long.” He simply nods and leans against the wall. 

“Uh, I’m Jinyoung.” He announces, not wanting it to be awkward in the small space between you. He had no idea how long you’d be there and the last thing he wanted was to be stuck suffocating on tension. 

“Oh, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Jinyoung.” You respond smiling politely at him. He smiles back. 

“So what’re you doing here?” He asked and the two of you fall into simple, light conversation distracting you both from the situation.

Originally posted by umma-jy

Kyungsoo (D.O - EXO)

The elevator stops harshly without warning and you both stumble. Kyungsoo manages to catch himself but you fall over having been wearing high heels. 

“Oh!” He exclaims noticing and bending over to hold his hands out to help you up. “Are you okay?” 

“I think I twisted my ankle.” You wince as you try to move it. 

“Don’t move, just stay there.” He instructs straightening up. He presses the emergency call button before crouching next to you. “Here.” He offers reaching out and helping you slide your shoe off. “It’ll help if you don’t confine it.” 

“Oh, okay, thank you.” You smile warmly up at him and he smiles back. “Are you hungry?” You ask picking your bag up from the floor. “I always keep snacks in my bag, you never know what will happen.” You take out a few different snack items and he laughs lightly. 

“Wow, okay.” He agrees and sits down comfortably, accepting an item from you. “Thank you.” You smile widely and you both start to nibble on your snacks, making conversation as you went. 

You were both so immersed in getting to know one another that you didn’t notice the time go by. The only evidence that you had been there for a while was the fact that all your snacks were gone, empty wrappers filling your bag.

“Oh, I’m Y/N, by the way.” You announce as he helps you out of the elevator, an arm around your waist, your arm around his shoulders. 

“Kyungsoo.” He smiles, helping you find your location before leaving with your number saved safely into his phone.

Originally posted by dokyunggie


Thank you for the request!

anonymous asked:

Can you translate the tweet/s of yana about BoTAs' staff party.. sorry I've tried google translate but I still can't have a good grip about the thought lol. My bad. Thanks and have a good day =)

Hi, sorry for my late reply!

I hope it’s okay if I just sum up what she said instead of translating everything word for word (that would take much more time^^;)!

- Yana went to the BotA party to celebrate the success of the movie

- the director, screenwriter, voice actors, storyboard artists, animators, SID, they were all present at the party

- Yana talked with the animators about how difficult it is to draw Sebastian and said she wished Ms. Shiba [*art director of the BotA movie, she supervised the quality of the drawings of the main characters] would supervise her drawings of Sebastian, too (lol)

- Yana was very glad that she could talk directly with the staff and listen to their “behind the scenes” stories

- She once again expresses her gratitude for the anime staff and their efforts

“Mr. Ono [*Sebastian’s VA] said to me “Tobocchan [*Yana’s nickname], I recently recorded the ad for the new [Kuroshitsuji] comicbook”, so it seems that the commercial for the latest comicbook (vol.25) is going to be narrated by Sebastian. I wonder if the ad is already airing?”


That’s it!

And btw, you can watch Sebastian’s ad here ;)

‘Finger-Guns’

Screenshot of my FFXIV avatar, Jesse Mc’cree. Put a lot of time and love into assembling his current look, which is totally worth it when folks get to enjoy it too! I’ve had a few folks ask to take pics with me and plenty who ask what time is. It’s honestly such a blast!

My McCree obsession  continues even into other games it would seem.

ATTENTION! NEW STORY LINE

Today I’m starting the first queue of the NEW STORYLINE ON THIS BLOG! A lot of you agreed with me that things went WAY too fast originally so I have a plan to make things take time and I’ve got A LOT of good ideas.

So here’s some facts about the story line:

-The old story line will still be present on the blog and you can look at it as much as you want! Let’s just say it was an alternate universe of sorts!

-I’m beginning the plot with them all at their homes before the garrison! or at least my (and @motherfluffinstarboy‘s) headcanons about what home lives would be like before the garrison. I feel like this is a really good way to extend the story a little.

-They will move in together into the castle of lions! I’ll probably only play a day or so for each of them at their original homes, but it’ll be about a week of queues.

-In all likelihood: ships will be the same! Plance, Sheith, and probably some Mallura because accidentally started shipping that.

-They are all going to start as teenagers (5 teenagers am I right)

-If you have any questions feel free to ask!!! and thanks for all of you for sticky with me!

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Some… BROBOTS!

uhh…. thing I did a little bit ago because of my appreciation for my friendo @ Blackggggum as they are super inspiring (and ridiculous)

So I did some reffing and design based on their beautiful pictures, I would probably change a lot now looking at it, but it was the first time ever doing anything vehicle/machine related ;;;;;;;
(S!P: Hummer / S!S: QUADRO4 (4 wheel moped?)

It was really fun and different though!!  (´ヮ`)  ♡

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i wanted to do a comic where Zen gives his backstory about his long hair and how he treasures it, but then in a turn of events, Zen ends up at the Mint HQ and Unknown cuts off his hair. MC goes with Seven to the Mint HQ to save Zen and everything goes well in the end..MC cuts her hair short so their hair can grow together :’3 The comic would take too much time so I just did it in this format~~ 

fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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how does harry manage to update his fashion sense with each of his eras?

2012 - sweet dorky kid who might offer to pay for your ice cream and will want to “take it slow, yeah?”

2013 - some bratty frat boy who always gets what he wants but you would still let him fuck up your life

2014 - the matured ex frat boy who left the frat when he got educated on “no means no” and “rape culture” & switched his major to art or some bullshit like that

2015 - that one guy who spends WAY too much time at record stores flipping through queen and the rolling stones commenting about how he “listened to this shit wayyy before it was fucking hipster” even tho he was born in the ‘90s

2016 - the cute new dude who your boss just hired and all the girls (and some guys) in the office have a crush on and so you try to find him on social media but he has absolutely none

2017 - intimidating as fuck guy who gets iced coffee every single morning at 7 am with some weird ass bell bottoms on but when you actually have a convo he just starts crying about how much he loves the bees and “we need to save them at all costs”

Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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Somebody should make a resource management sim game about a veterinary hospital.

You’d start out with a little clinic and a budget, and get to choose which equipment you invest in, like Xray or Ultrasound, what types of surgical equipment and lab set up you have, etc and just one vet.

Your vet gains experience by the caseload they see.

You get to set your opening hours, and basic prices. Occasionally ‘special’ cases will pop up that either ask you to work for free/goodwill, or are aggressive clients, or otherwise unusual where you can make a choice of action. You also get to see assorted comments pop up from social media about your practice, whether the vets are likable, whether you cost too much etc.

Over time, if your practice is profitable, you can hire more vets and staff, buy more equipment, expand the building or hire a locum so your sole vet can have a break.

Hired vets and staff have assorted stats detailing their experience, interests, skills, mental health and burnout. They might even have other stats like ‘alcoholic’ or ‘bird phobia’. Sometimes they will get injured or need to take parental leave. Manage them well and everything’s good. Manage them badly and they quit, one way or another.

It would be interesting to see a game from a management and behind the scenes reality side rather than the ‘save all the cute animals’ side of things that we usually get. Might also help the general public understand what happens when you’re constantly told you’re too expensive, regardless of your costs.

Some random headcannons because I love thinking about this stupid dysfunctional family

- Noodle wears everyone’s clothes

- yes even Russels even tho the shirts literally swallow her

- Murdoc roams around the house at night bc he cant sleep and checks up on the bandmates to make sure theyre ok

- no one knows about that and Murdoc wants to keep it that way

- 2D loves sweets and the rest of the band try and hide them from him because otherwise he’ll eat them all in one sitting (boy needs to take care of the teeth he has left)

- 2D loved carrying Noodle around when she was little. Now shes nearly too big and hes really sad about it.

- Russel drums his fingers on every surface ever and it drives Murdoc crazy

- 2D has sung Noodle to sleep so many times when she was little

- murdoc has too and Noodle loved his singing just as much as 2D’s

- 2D has glasses

- Noodle was super close with Del. Second only to Russel

- Russel would sometimes take naps only because little Noodle wanted to see Del.

- Murdoc is reaching a point in phase 4 where he appreciates his band so much and he’s trying to show it. Trying. We all know that this man is The Worst

Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

Dating Kim Taehyung Would Include:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

  • He’d be happy 99,9999% of the time
  • Giggle for no reason
  • Complimenting you 24/7
  • He’d love to make you blush
  • He would make sure you smiled everyday, no matter what
  • Highkey so romantic of a boyfriend
  • he’d make you breakfast
  • sometimes he’d even surprise you with breakfast in bed
  • he’d buy you flowers
  • but not roses
  • because that’s too common
  • building forts together
  • and giving your fort a cool nickname
  • so much skinship
  • i mean it
  • he’d love to be the big spoon
  • randomly comes up to you and hugs you from behind
  • likes kissing you at random places 
  • like your nose
  • he loves kissing your nose
  • when he’s away he’s texting you at all times
  • buys you teddy bears
  • and sprays them with his cologne 
  • to hug them when you miss him
  • loves it when you wear his shirts
  • he’d find it so cute
  • and would probably take pictures of you wearing them
  • speaking of pictures
  • he’d have so many of you on his phone
  • and when he’s on tour he’d show them at the boys or people he met
  • and brag about how perfect you are
  • “Ain’t she so cute? Yep, that’s my baby..”
  • brags about you a lot in general
  • because he feels so lucky to have you
  • calls you cute nicknames
  • but his favourite is
  • “My alien”
  • because it’s special
  • like you
  • Making fun of Jimin together
  • Or the other members in general
  • and them getting mad at you two
  • “You’re just mad because you’ll never have as perfect of a girlfriend as her”
  • Getting jealous and insecure easily
  • and you having to reassure him
  • and let him know he’s as important to you
  • as you are to him
  • And telling him that you’re never leaving
  • Holding him in your arms until he calms down
  • because If you let go he might break
  • Since he’s so precious and fragile

Originally posted by chimtae

Requested by anon!

Hope you like it!! -Admin VanillaKookie

jehnt a réagi à votre billet “for reference: other options for Bahorel in The Worst Les Mis…”

Now I think the actual worst les mis playlist would be les mis characters as songs from les mis they didn’t sing in

h-holy crap … you’re right

Valjean - I Dreamed a Dream (I had a dream my life would be / so different from this hell I’m living / so different now from what it seemed / now life has killed the dream I dreamed)

Javert - A Heart Full of Love (in my life / [he] has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun / and my life seems to stop as if something is over / and something has scarcely begun / in my life / there’s been no one like him anywhere)

Fantine - Valjean’s Soliloquy (if there’s another way to go / I missed it twenty long years ago / my life was a war that could never be won / I am reaching, but I fall / and the night is closing in)

Cosette - Red and Black (it is time for us all to decide who we are / do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? / have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay? / is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? / the colours of the world are changing day by day)

Marius (about his father)  - On My Own (sometimes I walk alone at night / when everybody else is sleeping / I think of him and then I’m happy / with the company I’m keeping / the city goes to bed / and I can live inside my head)

Enjolras - Stars (those who follow the path of the righteous / shall have their reward /  stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted / filling the darkness with order and light / you are the sentinels, silent and sure / keeping watch in the night)

Grantaire - At the End of the Day (at the end of the day you’re another day older / and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor / it’s a struggle, it’s a war / and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving / one more day standing about, what is it for? / one day less to be living)

Les Thenardier - The Confrontation (you know nothing of [Thenardier] / I was born inside a jail / I was born with scum like you / I am from the gutter too)

Eponine - Castle on a Cloud (there is a castle on a cloud / I like to go there in my sleep, / aren’t any floors for me to sweep / not in my castle on a cloud)

Mlle. Gillenormand (about M. Gillenormand) - Master of the House (Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit! / comforter, philosopher’ and lifelong shit! / cunning little brain, regular Voltaire / thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there / what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse / God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!)

Gavroche - Epilogue (for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise)


BONUS:

Bahorel - Look Down (I know the meaning of those 19 years / a slave of the law)

Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

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My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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The Thing about Mary

It’s been awhile since I made a post about Mary… it’s overdue. *crackles knuckles, limbers up fingers*

It made no sense. None of what they wrote made sense. What was the narrative point of Mary? To “create” Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? I call bullshit; they were already that without any external help. Moreover, if that was her purpose all along, she sure did a lot to destroy that very thing: the dynamic of arguably the most famous and celebrated male friendship in English literature. Just in case we’ve forgotten: 

Mary started undermining both John and Sherlock, individually and together, from the moment she appeared on the screen. She had already interrupted John’s attempted proposal once to excuse herself to the bathroom or wherever she went (”Now then, what did you want to ask me?”)*, then interrupted him and corrected him and laughed at him throughout. Her pattern of gaslighting, demeaning, and manipulating him continues through every moment of their shared time together on screen. Nowhere is it more evident than in the opening of His Last Vow, wherein she basically follows textbook procedure on gaslighting, from correcting his perceptions (”about a month, actually”, “see? That does happen!”) to doing it in front of a third party (humiliation) to questioning his motives and abilities (”why you?”) to outright forbidding him to do something (”you can’t go”) to inserting her presence where he clearly didn’t want it, then trying to sugarcoat it all by giving him a compliment - one which he reacted to not with pleasure or a softening of his obvious anger, but with a terse statement that he was already aware of what she was complimenting him on. It’s an abusive relationship, full stop. 

*Shout-out to @blogstandbygo​ for pointing this out in our recent hang-out with @addictedstilltheaddict​ and another friend in Toronto last week

She inserted herself between them from that very first scene and made it clear that any form of friendship they were going to have was to happen through the medium of herself, and only on those terms. This was so clear to John that he patently disguised his intention to see Sherlock to her as of their first conversation about it (during which she was openly mocking his blog posts about Sherlock, another form of demeaning and humiliation). This forced brokering of their relationship led to John eventually being ousted from his own friendship with Sherlock (who was too distracted by Moriarty to notice Mary’s machinations, alas). John was so unhappy with this dynamic that became the least like his canonical self that we had ever been shown before that point, going so far as to actively seek out an affair. This is decidedly not like John Watson, the man who got himself arrested because someone insulted his best friend. Loyalty is as much a part of John as his thirst for adventure. He was made to feel so superfluous by the wife who compared him to a dog and the friend who didn’t notice what was going on that he was looking desperately for escape. 

Mary, on the other hand, never gave John her loyalty. She never even gave him the truth. She died without him even knowing whether her name was really her name (doubtful, given the sort of work she was doing while using it). Mary gave John nothing but lie after lie after lie. He could never trust a word that she said, and he hated it. She was willing to do anything to him, as long as it kept him by her side. She was willing to shoot the man he was still grieving years after his (supposed) death and never tell him after, no matter how much it would have devastated him to lose Sherlock all over again. As for Sherlock, she shot him without a second thought, smirking and condescending. 

Mary never once showed a shred of remorse for any of it. Not for any of her past crimes, which included killing people for money - not for anger, not for principle, not for political manoeuvring - but something as tawdry and meaningless as money. Gross. And she never regretted it. Not that the creators of the canon decided to show us. She never expressed any regret for having lied to John, nor for the way she constantly treated him. She never expressed any gratitude to Sherlock for having rid her of the blackmailer that would have sent her to prison for a very long time. She accepted it as her due, without blinking. She never thanked Sherlock, John, or Mycroft for having become accomplices in her attempted murder on Sherlock’s life in not having reported it. She assumed that was her right, too. Mary was a psychopath and narcissist, not caring about right or wrong, just what benefited her. 

Mary never changed her ways. There was no development of character, no softening, no realisation that everything she had ever stood for was completely terrible. Right to the last she was calling a man she had tried to kill a “pig”, offensively mimicking accents, still owning and carrying around guns and enough drugs to knock out a seasoned user. If anything, what we were shown was someone who had not only not changed, but someone who kept repeating the same behaviour. When the .A.G.R.A. team got into trouble on its final mission, Mary cut and run, leaving the other 75% of her team to be tortured or killed. She never went back and checked to see if a rescue mission was possible, never followed up, never confirmed the deaths of her teammates, just blithely moved on with her life and got married without once looking back. Sherlock offered to help her, twice. With the weight and power of the British government directly related to him, this isn’t exactly an offer to be taken lightly, yet Mary attacked him on both occasions, first shooting him in the heart and running away, then drugging him and running away - just as she left her former colleagues behind. 

If you want to take the argument that motherhood somehow redeemed Mary, think twice on that, too. I’m not a parent, but just about every mother I know would never leave an infant behind. Obviously it happens; infants get abandoned all the time. Most mothers don’t, though. Was Rosie not nursing anymore? Was she ever? Did Mary think about that before she cut and run, or was she too busy with her offensive faux-Jewish accent and possible flight attendant murder there? My mother used to tell me that her own life took on so much greater weight once I had been born because she had something to live for, someone who needed her. She stopped taking any sort of risk that would endanger her, because she had a child to care for. Mary doesn’t seem to have been similarly affected by parenthood. Her inexplicable and unsupported decision to jump in front of a bullet says that perfectly, if her previous abandonment didn’t. 

Never forget that John had the measure of Mary. It was John who knew that Mary would turn on Sherlock, should Sherlock warn her about Ajay and offer to help her again. It was John who grimly suggested putting a tracking device in the USB, knowing that Mary would attack Sherlock and steal it from him. While she was living, John had no illusions about who Mary really was. 

Mary’s decision to defy physics and leap in front of that bullet was not the culmination of an arc of redemption. What it was is a completely out of character action that jars with everything that came before it. It’s wholly unsupported by any of her previous behaviour. This was, if anything, a “redemption split second”, not an arc. Followed by her DVD wherein she pointedly tells Sherlock to kill himself or get himself killed, it is to be understood that this behaviour was an aberration from the norm. Mary never changed. If she had, she would have gotten rid of her guns and ninja outfits and come properly clean with John without waiting until circumstances forced it out, and even then only giving him partial truths. It could almost be said that Mary was pathologically incapable of telling the truth, but that would be making excuses for her. She knew what she was about. She made all of these decisions by herself, to benefit herself and her own interests. 

The Mary in John’s head never existed. It can’t even be discussed in a conversation about Mary’s characterisation, because it wasn’t Mary. It was John. And what John said about Mary at the end of The Lying Detective is a displacement of his own thoughts about Sherlock. John has a lot of dissociation issues in this episode in particular, and what he says about Mary is a statement which actually applies directly to Sherlock, not to Mary. This is John simply unwilling to believe that his marriage was as abusive and terrible as it really was, and trying to make himself feel better about it. The one person who genuinely believes that John Watson is a far better human being than he actually is is Sherlock, who calls him the “bravest, kindest, and wisest human being (he has) ever had the good fortune of knowing”. Mary literally called John a dog. That’s decidedly not what he was aspiring to. The one time she says something genuine about John’s moral superiority over her, it’s worded as a complaint (”you don’t make it easy, do you… being so perfect”). It’s as close to a real compliment as Mary ever gets. Sherlock is the one who believes in John, who sees past the temper and the grumpiness to all of John’s sterling qualities of loyalty, kindness, courage, humour, and accepts him as he is in his everyday self, too. 

The post-mortem DVDs just don’t even make sense. How did Mary know she was going to die? Even if she suspected that one of the many enemies her life of professional criminality had made would come for her eventually, it seems impossible to avoid the conclusion that Mary was still, even beyond her death, doing everything in her power to drive a wedge between John and Sherlock, even to have Sherlock die. For her to finally assume credit for their friendship is an insult to the intelligence of the viewers. 

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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