the most perfect person in existence

Death Note (2017)

This movie was…well, it was something. And that something is terrible. My thoughts:

Good Things:

  • William Dafoe as Ryuk was amazing. He fit the part perfectly and was delightfully creepy. 
  • Kieth Stanfield was surprisingly good as L. His mannerisms were perfect, and his more emotional approach gave the character an appealing weakness amidst his oddity.
  • The few gambits that actually appeared were very well-crafted, particularly the finale. They actually felt like Death Note, unlike the rest of the film.
  • Light’s facial expressions and girlish screams made me laugh so much that I’m putting them here

Bad Things:

  • The establishing shots existing only to demonstrate how Mia and Light are edgy outcasts who will naturally have perfect chemistry
  • “Light Turner”
  • Everything about Light’s character. He’s the opposite of the original character- an outcast, stupid, easily controlled by his emotions, acts like the most suspicious person on the planet, outright admits to being Kira to L’s face- everything that made the original Light great is gone and replaced with something that doesn’t fit. 
  • How is decapitation the first method of death you think of for a school bully
  • The pacing is so bad. Like, it’s hard to even give a specific example because the entire movie counts.
  • “Your mom was kind of a hippie.” THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE HOW STUPID HIS NAME SOUNDS.
  • Where are the mind games and gambits? There were precisely two moments that felt like the original in terms of genius and complexity.
  • Character motivations. Almost no one has a believable reason for doing what they do. Mia especially. She just…comes out of left field.
  • “If we make the deaths super gory, people will think we’re cool.”
  • “If we say the word fuck a lot, people will think we’re cool.”
  • The lack of subtlety. 
  • L comes from a creepy orphanage for some reason
  • Matsuda is not here
  • The romantic plot is so. Bad. “Hey, I can impress a girl by showing her how I have the power to murder anyone I want!” “Hey, I’m into that!” “Let’s plot the deaths of dozens of people on our next date!”
  • On that note, all the dialogue is terrible
  • There’s something about the way everyone treats L that’s just…off. In the original, he was eccentric but respected. Here, he’s eccentric and no one likes him.
  • Why is Watari so obsessed with sleep????
  • Watari was pretty much wasted tbh
  • No feel of rivalry between Light and L whatsoever. 
  • Why is everything so edgy????
  • The flowers that just friggin…explode when Mia lands on them
  • What is with the corny pop music at inappropriate times???
  • Light having a “Normal People Scare Me” sticker on his locker pretty much summarizes the entire movie
  • No potato chip scene. A travesty

Basically, watch this movie if you want a good laugh via ridiculous edginess, unneeded gore, and necessary swearing. I would’ve liked to see an Americanized Death Note that made better use of its differences from the original to better fit its target audience, but this movie just tried waaaaaay too hard to be dark and gritty while giving nothing of substance. But it is hilarious. And at least it’s got William Defoe.

I seriously have no chill when it comes to liking something. When I like a song, I listen to it like 100 times on repeat. When I like a tv show, i spent the whole day watching it. When i like a person (mostly someone who doesn’t even know i exist), i search the whole internet for them, make them my lock screen and home screen background and declare that they are the most perfect person on earth.
There’s just all or nothing for me.

Let me drown in my Darkiplier hell.  My inner fanfiction writer won’t let him go.

And yet the analysis machine rolls on…because I’m clingy and can’t let go.

This time around, I was thinking about what Mark had said about Dark through his charity livestream around the time the date video released (transcript here), and how they were able to translate that into what we have seen in Darkiplier’s entrances.  One of them in particular stood out to me the most.

“Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics.  He exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one.

Honestly, I think a lot of people have already had this as their personal canon for Dark, given that a grand majority of the ones I’ve seen just consider him some kind of demon who took a liking to Mark because come on, he’s famous and has a rather muscular body that’s PERFECT for…demon…plans…or whatever demons plan out.

Actually, what really caught my interest is that Darkiplier doesn’t obey the laws of physics.  As a physics major, this makes me wonder what laws he could be following, as I personally believe that any world follows some form of “physical law”.  I sat on it for a few days before I figured it out.  It’s pretty rational too.

He runs on video editing logic.

Originally posted by its-miki-la-chicana

He doesn’t walk anywhere, he jump cuts.  Notice how he never walks us to a table for dinner, we just…appear there.  No problems, after all.  He has the power of jump cut.  We’ll just be there because we can.

Originally posted by septicpotato

His emotions literally operate how we see him.  His anger leaks through in glitches, ruining what is otherwise a “cleanly shaped” image of himself.

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Notice how the angrier he gets, the more glitches and zooms occur.  On top of that, the one thing I utterly love is how the camera shakes.  Dark’s rage is leaking at such a capacity that even the dimension we’re in is shaking.  It remains as my favorite effect applied in the entire series, and if Mark ever does bring him back for another round, we get more camera shakes.  Shake that camera like you shake that neck, dude.

But compare that to when he’s finalizing how we’re going to be together forever and that we can never leave.

Originally posted by lum1natrix

No glitches, no rapid camera shakes, hell, Dark’s not even saturated in color filters like the wine bottle next to him.  He’s fully in control of his berserker rage and now the dimension we’re in is fully stabilized.  There’s nothing to be angry about; he’s won.  It’s the ONLY scene where Dark isn’t surrounded by glitches.  So for the first time, he’s not even angry.  Holy shit.

But there’s one thing that solidifies my theory on Darkiplier’s physics logic.  And it’s this one right here.

Originally posted by septicpotato

Darkiplier somehow has the ability to keep us trapped in a loop in this prison until we take another ending route.  We can all assume that perhaps he just uses his otherworld demon powers to keep us here for him to watch us go through our personal hell.  But let’s reword this logic.

What if…instead of saying he has the power to trap people in dimension loops…

He has the power to rewind time?

Like a video cassette?

Or a YouTube video?

Shitty borrows Jack’s computer sometimes, that’s nothing new. What’s new is the untitled folder just sitting on his desktop. It can’t be porn. He set up Jack’s porn folder himself. So, he knows it isn’t porn. But who keeps an untitled folder on their desktop?

Jack. Jack Zimmermann keeps an untitled folder on his desktop. An untitled folder filled with pictures and iMessage screenshots of conversations with Bitty. The pictures are mostly of Bitty, though some group shots of SMH and some others are thrown in as well. He has pictures of Bitty baking in the Haus, of Bitty walking across campus completely oblivious to the camera pointed at him, of Bitty doubled over laughing on Jack’s couch. Very rarely does Bitty seem to be aware that he’s being photographed, and yet the lighting is perfect, a calm sort of happiness seems to be radiating off of him. None of them are dated, none of them are titled. Each photo holds a memory of a person in love.

For the first time, Shitty realizes this is exactly how Jack sees Bitty all the time. Like he’s the most precious thing in existence

Punk (Chap. 7)

Originally posted by miamirasmus

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2510

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback again I’m completely blown away.  Sorry that tags have been finicky, not sure what tumblr’s deal is lately.  I hope you like this chapter, thanks for sticking around!

The crisp, cold air outside the club was a welcoming relief but did little to halt the burning tears cascading down your cheeks or the hot waves of mortification and shame radiating out from deep within your very being.  The cold air bit at your nose and throat as you allowed yourself to suck in great gulps in attempts to keep the impending panic attack at bay.

This can’t be happening, this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Ethan stood at the curb, attempting to hail a cab while you toiled over your interaction with Bucky.  This wasn’t like how it was in the movies.  Wasn’t Bucky supposed to be completely awestruck with your transformation? Shouldn’t he have been at a loss for words? Instead he was completely taken aback for all the wrong reasons. He’d looked at you with utter confusion, probably wondering what the hell you were doing in a dress, wearing makeup, sporting heels, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing…and he didn’t like it at all.

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My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.

He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.

Love, Youngmi

We need to swap the Romantic view for a tragic (and at points comedic) awareness that every human will frustrate, anger, annoy, madden and disappoint us — and we will (without any malice) do the same to them. There can be no end to our sense of emptiness and incompleteness. But none of this is unusual or grounds for divorce. Choosing whom to commit ourselves to is merely a case of identifying which particular variety of suffering we would most like to sacrifice ourselves for.

[…] The person who is best suited to us is not the person who shares our every taste (he or she doesn’t exist), but the person who can negotiate differences in taste intelligently — the person who is good at disagreement. Rather than some notional idea of perfect complementarity, it is the capacity to tolerate differences with generosity that is the true marker of the “not overly wrong” person. Compatibility is an achievement of love; it must not be its precondition.

—  Alain de Botton, ‘Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person’
Mine (M)

gif credits to Smuttyfairy

Summary: When your shower-drying session gets cut short and you’re left with nothing but a towel, Jungkook couldn’t help but indulge in his thoughts when he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak what was on his mind just before you ran off to your room and slammed the door shut, only to have your fretting thoughts interrupted as Jungkook entered the room uninvited with eyes darker than sin.

Genre: smut w/ plenty of dirty talk c:

Insert Versions: Noona | (Y/N)

Word count: 5613

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy & Admin Kookfairy

A/N: So this scenario is based on a dream I had long ago in which I did tell Admin Kookfairy about to which in turn she made this soft, innocent & somewhat comedic dream into a turn for the dirty. The dream was basically me having friends (BTS & others) over and at some point I go and take a shower, get kicked out of the bathroom by my friend’s older brother (played by Yoongi in this) and find Jungkook sitting outside in front of my room to where I freak out inside because I’m in nothing but a towel and then I go to my room and see the mess that it is and freak out more. Then I wake up. LOL. At the time I didn’t think to write out the dream in any way but since I had almost forgotten it completely I considered the idea of it. So here it is now, my fluff dream + Admin Kookfairy’s rude words inspired this scenario to fully be written. We hope you all enjoy another collaboration of ours. ~ Admin Smuttyfairy

P.S. How many times have you seen “Mine” as a title??? xD (def fitting for this scenario)

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Sewoon’s ig update:  된거 맞네요😶
내일 10시 오르골라이브에서 만나요✌

Yes, it’s working*😶
Let’s meet on Orgel Live tomorrow at 10✌️

*In his video: “is it working?”

trans credit ©sewoonari

anonymous asked:

honest question, what do you see as the appeal of SanSan? I know the series is based in the middle ages when age differences weren't as big of a deal, but it still seems weird to me

well it would definitely seem weird to anyone who hasn’t read the asoiaf books (idk if you have or not) but yeah obviously the show gives little evidence of a relationship between them, and also sandor is much older in the show than he is in the books (he’s only 16 years older than sansa in book canon). 

i could go on and on about why i love sansan, but the basic appeal for me is the whole “beauty and the beast” archetype. sandor is an older, broken, misunderstood man and sansa is the beautiful, out-of-reach fair maiden. he cares for and protects her as best he can, while she reminds him of the innocence that was stolen from him as a child. sandor wants to protect her from the evils of the world that she’s so naive to.

i also love the idea of “true knights” as it pertains to their relationship. all sansa ever wanted was a true knight to save and protect her, the perfect picture of valor and chivalry. sandor knows true knights don’t exist, as he tells her many times. slowly, sansa learns this to be true. that life isn’t a song, that knights can be cruel and fail all expectations. when sandor, the only member of the kingsguard who isn’t a knight, is also the only one that never beats her and actively tries to help and protect her. this “ugly”, harsh man is more of a true knight to sansa than any of them.

sansa is both sandor’s weakness and the person who gives him the most strength. he’s drawn to her, as she’s drawn to him. they bring out the best in each other (i.e. sansa’s bravery, her compassion, her kindness; sandor’s tenderness, his honor, his protectiveness). sandor is the only one to go back for sansa when the mob attacked them in flee bottom. he saves her, purely because he wanted to.

obviously i do not advocate for a relationship forming between them while sansa is in kings landing and still underage, it’s a ship made up of future potential and lots of foreshadowing. in the books, sansa thinks of sandor constantly after their separation. she wishes she had run away with him when he offered to protect her at the blackwater, wishes he were there with her, mistakes other people for him, and even has a dream where he shares her marriage bed. george r.r. martin wouldn’t put all of that in his books for no reason. 

but for me personally, i just think their relationship is so beautiful. sansa stark, who wanted nothing but a handsome knight of the songs ending up with an “ugly”, broken, brash man is such a great concept to me. that she could find the true love she always dreamed of with someone so unexpected. and sandor, my sweet sandor, who has had nothing but pain in his life (much like sansa), who always assumed love was something he would never be allowed to have, being loved and cared for by a beautiful, highborn girl who sees him as a man rather than a dog. i love it. everything about it. 

their relationship is so misunderstood, and it honestly just makes me sad, because those who don’t understand it are missing out on something truly amazing. i love sansa and sandor and i will ship them forever and ever. thanks for asking!

anonymous asked:

God it must have been terrifying seeing drogon entering the dragon pit, and slowly lowering his shoulder so dany could get off. It was such an important and necessary show of power.. that's why I really loved that scene. Just knowing what seeing that would mean to these characters- fully grown dragons and a dragon rider who has, for lack of a better word, control over them. These people grew up hearing stories of exactly that.

Oh it must definitely be terrifying, to actually witness the kind of magic that only exists in myths and legends. That’s why, as you put it, it was a very important and necessary move on Dany’s behalf & it’s not even the first time she has pulled it off. It’s a move our girl has been perfecting over the years. Back in Qarth, she learnt an important lesson that the image you build carries more weight than what lies underneath. She was rejected at the gates despite being Daenerys Targaryen but Xaro was the most powerful person in the city because he built an image of being the wealthiest, despite his wealth being an illusion.

When Dany went to Astapor, she pretended to not understand Valarian, didn’t show her disgust for slavery and meets the slave master as a potential buyer. In the books, she even wears her Qartheen gown to appear rich.

When she goes to Yunkai, while negotiating for the siege, she changes out of her usual outfit and slips into a beautiful queenly gown. She even casually throws a piece of meat at her dragons for a subtle display of power and to insight fear.

In Meereen as well, she shoots barrels full of collars of former freed slaves to make a powerful statement for her agenda to eradicate slavery.

Even with the Dothraki, since they only respect strength, she walked out of a flaming temple in Vaes Dothrak. She could have escaped with Daario & Jorah but she chose to display her fire magic in a city full of all the Dothraki clans. Later she mounts Drogon, names them all her blood riders & gives them the same speech Drogo once gave when he riled up his people to sail for Westeros. All of these were necessary displays of strength to get the Dothraki to follow her.

Now that she’s in the great game, she does it even better, her first impression on Jon Snow was very powerful and intimidating. She sat on that throne for the first time just to be greet him. His weapons & boat were taken, the Dothraki welcomed him and even Drogon casually stopped by to say “Hi.” She wanted him to see her power & understand that her benevolence is only out of the kindness of her heart, before she asked him to bend the knee.

That meeting was probably the most important of them all, she was finally meeting all the leadership figures in Westeros for the first time. When her entire army had them surrounded, Daenerys arrived like a Queen in the end, riding a dragon to top it all. She doesn’t have power, yet, but it was a very powerful move from a political standpoint. They all had to see that now that the dragon has arrived, lions won’t stay at the top of the food chain for long. 

PS: Sorry about the rambling, I just realised that this answer got a lot longer than what both of us intended. I just love this woman too much!  Haha

Beautiful Dreamer

A Dean x Reader

A/N: This is my entry for @avasmommy224 ‘s Birthday Writing Challenge! I’m not sure what genre this is, it’s just something that came up when I thought of my prompt. I haven’t written much, so be gentle. Let me know what you think. I hope you like it, girl! Happy Birthday! ♥

Prompt: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

Word Count: 2,056

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

When Dean Winchester walks into a room, he demands attention. Not the ‘look at me I’m so attractive’ type of attention, but the ‘fuck with me and I’ll literally kill you’ type of attention. It’s intoxicating and disgustingly arousing, something you’re not even close to being used to. Your entire life had consisted of working at your family’s diner, busing and waiting tables for measly tips that couldn’t even buy you a box of tampons. Your life had been painstakingly boring, until that one unforgettable day your entire life changed.

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1996 - Sixth year

All of the marauders sat in Professor Slughorn’s potions room in the dungeons. Although colder than most classrooms upstairs, Horace had always kept the room nice and well decorated.

James and Sirius enjoyed this class, even if it was shared with Slytherins. Peter didn’t like or dislike it, and Remus did not like potions at all, which was rare because was the one who actually liked to study. He didn’t really have the gift for the art of potions though he respected that it was a very important subject, but just disliked having to work so hard not to fail.

That class too, strangely, was Sirius Black’s favorite. Yes, Sirius Black as in “the boy who slept during most classes and took detention once a week” liked potions. Remus sometimes found himself staring at him with envy during that class while thinking that Sirius was a lucky bastard, like those muggle children who do well in school without needing to make an effort, and could easily understand the most difficult things.

However James Potter loved that lesson, not only because he had no difficulty with potions, but also - and especially - because Lily Evans was in their class. Not even the fact that Snivellus was there aswell could ruin his joy of being able to spend two whole periods watching the redhead closely, listening to her laughter, the conversations she had with her friends, and watching her smile. He could see the palpable difference that the relationship between the two from one year to another. It even seemed like Lily had missed him during the holidays. Even Peter ‘unobservant’ Pettigrew had noticed the difference in the air. The discrete smiles that the girl threw to James from time to time at breakfast rather than simply cursing him as a way to say good morning, or perhaps it was the times when Marlene or Dorcas whispered little things to Lily and the three of them looked at him with smiles on their faces, and Lily always with that look of doubt and questioning, every day seemingly growing more curious toward James.

So, yeah, those two periods before lunch were his favorite time of the week, coupled with the Quidditch practice that was starting early that season.

“Very well, very well students! Take your seats, please!” Slughorn came into the room. Some of the students were finding their places and taking  stuff from their backpacks, and others were talking loudly or up to something like Sirius, who controlled a flock of small lilac-conjured birds with his wand that hung around Snape’s head like a halo, making the Slytherin glare at him with hatred flashing in his eyes as he set his cauldron up on the other side of the room.

Peter shoved Black with his elbow and he undid the spell before the corpulent, panting teacher climbed the small step that separated him from the rest of the tables and turned to the students. Slughorn stood behind his desk, which was large and long just like the the students ones, which divided them into four people at each desk, but his was only used by him, and contained four cauldrons over flames with bubbling potions inside each.

“James…” Remus looked at his friend with a frown, making a little grimace and wrinkling his nose while unpacking a piece of parchment from his backpack.


"You really used that herb soap that my mother sent you at Christmas.” He laughed weakly after a moment. “You know, she makes it at home. It doesn’t smell very good, you don’t have to wear it. I’m not gonna tell her.”

James stared at him in amazement.

“How could you possibly know? It barely smells, I can’t smell a thing!”

“Smell is a very underestimated sense, and we of the subspecies Canis lupus fortunately us e it very well” Black replied, smiling at his friend.

“Are you kidding?” James turned to him and folded his arms doubtfully. "Even in human form?” He asked, in a lower voice.

“Of course, Prongs.”

"Prove it.” James raised an eyebrow at Sirius.

“You used tutti frutti toothpaste this morning.”

"And he’s wearing Peter’s socks.” Lupin completed as Sirius nodded.

James stared at them both, surprised.

“Very well! So let’s start.” Slughorn caught everyone’s attention. “In today’s class I want to show you some of the simplest and most powerful potions we can learn to do. Come on, let’s go, without a delay, get out from behind your tables and line up here so you can see them well!” He called out, grinning and waving his hands for the students to approach.

One by one the students left their desks and stood in rows in front of the teacher, some having to peer over the shoulders of others to see well.

“Ten points to the house of the student that knows how to recognize these potions.” Slughorn gestured to the table, but the class was silent. “No one?”

James nudged Remus’ side with his arm, but his friend quickly pulled himself away and grimaced. Potter laughed softly, Lupin was always so nervous about making a mistake in front of Slughorn.

“Uh, excuse me, sir.” Lily Evans said suddenly.

“Please, Miss Evans, teach these students something,” he said, still in a cheerful tone. James automatically paid attention to the girl when he saw her take a step forward and approach the first cauldron.

“This is veritaserum.” She looked at the teacher, who silently agreed. “A potion that forces those who take it to tell the truth until it wears off.”

“That’s right, Miss Evans, very good.”

She moved on to the next cauldron. The professor opened the lid and she peeked inside him briefly and made a grimace, pulling away a little as the steam touched her face.

“Polyjuice. It’s used so that the person who drinks it can take the physical form of another, needing some part of the person in which they want to transform into, like a hair or a piece of skin.”

"Disgusting” Black commented beside  James, who ignored him.

“Well done!”

She moved on to the next one, and Slughorn carefully removed the lid. A more dense, calmly dancing steam rose through the cauldron into perfect spirals, spreading slowly through the air around nearby students.

“That’s… Um…” James could tell that the girl blushed briefly, and looked at the teacher. “Is it amortentia?”

“That’s right, Miss Evans.” He smiled, nodding. “A love potion. The most powerful love potion that exists, to be more precise. Undoubtedly the most dangerous potion in this room.” He remarked. “You can make anyone who drinks it fall foolishly into an obsessive and irrational passion. Can you tell me the main characteristic?”

Lily blinked a few times and looked at the teacher, realizing that he’d spoken to her.

"Ah, yes. Amortentia presents a different scent to each person who feels it, according to what attracts us most.”

"Oh, that explains it.” Sirius commented, as if talking to himself. James looked at him, seeing the boy comfortably propped up on the table behind them and arms folded. Potter raised his eyebrows curiously, and he shook his head in response. “Forget it.”

James smelled the scent of mint, strawberry and wet grass.It was a light smell, as if it inebriated his brain without him even realizing he was feeling it. He had no doubt as to why he smelled this, he smelled it every time he was close to Evans, from first year and the first time he saw her. The intoxicating sensation happened exactly as his infatuation with Lily had happened; suddenly and without him realizing it. When James realized that he loved her he didn’t know how or when it happened. It was as if it had always been this way.

"Very well done, Miss Evans! Very well done!” Slughorn looked as if he was going to jump with excitement, and Sirius laughed weakly again, slightly amused. “Ten points to Gryffindor! Thank you very much for your help.”

Lily stepped back, looking a bit puzzled.

"Now, that last cauldron contains a very… curious potion.” The professor uncovered the latter, letting a golden steamer rise through the air. “Its name is felix felicis, but it’s more commonly known as liquid luck.”

All the murmurs in the room suddenly stopped as all students snapped to attention at this last sentence.

“Yes that’s right. Just one sip of felix felicis can cause nothing to go wrong in your life for a whole day.” Slughorn stirred the potion causing the liquid to bubble lightly. "Just a sip of that little potion can make you the luckiest person in the world for only a few hours.”

There was silence as the students thought about this.

“Whichever student  within the next hour that can produce the best draught of living death will be rewarded with this generous dose of liquid luck.”

Slughorn looked around.

“So, what are you waiting for? Move! time is running out! Good luck to everyone!”

James needed to look at his friends at his side, somewhat surprised, before he hurriedly moved to follow the other students to the ingredients cabinet in the back of the room. That was an awfully big prize. Just imagine what felix felicis could do during the final of a Quidditch Championship!

“Nope. Against the rules, you can’t use it during a game.” Remus said it next to his ear, as James once again looked at him surprised.

“Did I say this out loud?”

“No, mate. I just know you.”

“You’re freaking me out today, Moony.”

"I hear he does it every year with the sixth years.” Peter commented next to them as they took the ingredients they needed and piled them into their arms.

“If I win, I’ll rob Gringotts.” Sirius remarked as the four friends sat down at their table with all the necessary ingredients.

“You already have an inheritance greater than any of us, Padfoot.” Peter looked at him in astonishment. "What would you possibly do with the money?!”

"It’s not about the money, it’s about adrenalin, and about being the first wizard to rob the safest bank there is.” He smiled wickedly at his friends, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“Just until the effect passes.” James said, already beginning to put the first ingredients in the cauldron after lighting the flame and finding the recipe in the book.

"And then you’d be the first minor wizard to go to Azkaban for the stupidest reason.” Remus nodded, making the others laugh.

The sixty minutes passed with a blink of an eye. James and Sirius were good at potions, but this one demanded to be more than just good. Remus was the first to fail, creating a hole in the bottom of his cauldron that only got bigger as minutes passed regardless of what he tried to do to stop it. Then Peter did something wrong that resulted in his potion becoming white and oily and bubbling until it leaked all across the table. He and Remus cleaned up their mess with some difficulty and then began to watch the competition that naturally settled between James and Sirius, who obviously couldn’t win anything because they were more concerned about sabotaging each other and laughing at it. As a result, James’s potion turned into green snot and Sirius’ stoned stonecutted, and became black like charcoal.

“Okay, boys, time is up!” Slughorn warned, exactly one hour later. “Drop your instruments, I’ll go through each student and find our winner.”

The professor began to move from table to table, beginning with the side of the Slytherins, and James tried to peer into Lily’s cauldron that was sitting in front of him. She stirred a substance that looked completely uniform even though the steam was dark and smelly.

“Sirius, stop.” Remus scolded, pushing the boy’s hand away from James’s cauldron. “You don’t know what that is, it can hurt you, it might even burn off your finger.”

James laughed between them as he watched Slughorn approach. The teacher didn’t seem pleased with any of the students, until he reached Snivellus’ cauldron. James was already making a joke in his head to mock the boy when Slughorn exclaimed and clapped his hands together.

“Good god, Severus, this potion is impeccable! I haven’t seen a draught of living death this perfect since I last made it myself!” He exclaimed, laughing. “Congratulations, boy, my congratulations, you have a gift!” He patted Snape on the back, then walked away. “It will be very difficult for anyone in this room to outdo this result!”

James exchanged a shocked look at Sirius, who if possible, was frowning even more at this point. Snivellus always did so well in potions, and it drove Sirius crazy.

Slughorn kept going, but found no other potion that compared to Snape’s, which was a shame, as James was hoping that Lily’s was at least excellent, but when the teacher looked at her cauldron he just grimaced and asked that she didn’t inhale the smoke for too long.

"Well, as promised, here it is. A dose of felix felicis for the pupil who made the best potion.” The professor filled a small bottle with the golden liquid and handed it to Severus, who sketched the beginning of a smile, which disappeared as quickly as it appeared. James rolled his eyes, wanted to tear that bottle from his hands and hand it to Lily. There was no reason other than the fact that if it were up to James, she would always win what she deserved. She at least deserved it much more than Snivellus, everyone knew that.

“That’s it for today, class. I want you to write a summary of what probably went wrong in the brewing of each and what you might have done differently for the next class. See you tommorow!”

Slughorn almost always released them at least ten minutes early, and Sirius loved it. He liked to say it was because the class ended just before lunch, and Slughorn wanted to have time to get to the table before anyone else to get a good seat, which turned out to be good for all his students as well.

The group followed the dungeon corridor talking in their groups of friends, one after the other, and Remus went in front of James and Sirius, trying to explain to Peter the transfiguration test next period. James was zoned our, thinking of Lily’s reaction when she saw the amortentia, wondering what  the scent was that she smelled. He looked away after a bit, as they were already approaching the main hall door, to his best friend who walked beside him.

"What did you smell?”

Black looked at him. He smiled, walking with his hands in the pockets of his uniform.

“Cinnamon, old books, and-” He looked at the two boys walking in front of them and took a long step toward Remus, walking beside him and sniffing the curve of his neck briefly. “Chocolate.” He smiled at Remus’ confused look before running to the Gryffindor table to find a good place for the four of them.

James smiled briefly at the boy’s statement, reaching Remus and Peter and walking alongside Lupin. He looked at this one.

“What smell did you smell? With the love potion.”

“Ah.” Remus seemed to understand what that was about, and frowned down at the floor. As he formulated the answer in his head James saw a few red marks begin to appear on his face and he laughed weakly. "I don’t … Remember quite well.”

“Oh, come on.” James shook his head. “Cheap cologne? A motorbike or something?!” He joked, and the red spots on Remus’ cheeks intensified. He cleared his throat, but smiled weakly and shook his head.

"Leather, cigarettes, and…” He looked at James suddenly, his face turning white. “Wet dog.”

James threw back his head, laughing. He patted Remus’ back as they approached the table, then shook his head. James stopped laughing as Sirius sat and slid to Lily’s side on the table, resting his arm around her shoulders.

“Evans, my Lily of the field!”

“Ugh, Black. What you want?” She raised an eyebrow at him, only slightly amused. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten into more detention, because I’m not telling any lies for you this time.”

"What did you smell with the love potion?” He asked, almost making James choke on air. James sat carefully beside his best friend, staring at the table, but he was silently listening to the conversation.

“That’s none of your business, is it?”

“I just want to prove something.”

“And what would that possibly be? Are you dreaming that I might have smelled your ugly arse?”

He laughed weakly.

"It’s not my ugly arse, is it?”

Lily stared at him hesitantly for a moment, then narrowed her eyes at him.

“Go to hell, Black.”

“Ugh, so tense.”

Lily pulled away from him, freeing herself from his arm, and Sirius turned to the boys smiling with conviction.

The food appeared in front of them, and they soon filled their plates. James didn’t realize how hungry he was until he saw food in front of him.

The conversation soon flowed between the students while they ate lunch, especially between the girls who were in the potions class and the Marauders. They talked about felix felicis, about what they would do if they had won it, then what Severus would probably do - which was a big question, which made James uneasy at the thought of Snivellus’ delusions about Lily - and finally, to James’ displeasure, who was beginning to be nervous, they returned to the subject of amortentia. Dorcas said she smelled fresh ink and green tea, and Marlene smelled pumpkin and mint juice, but Lily stayed quiet.

"You know, Evans, I don’t think you smelled anything, and that’s why you don’t want to say it.” Sirius nudged, and she rolled her eyes. "You have no heart, do you? That’s what you don’t want us to know, because it’s kind of sad, honestly…” He said dejectedly, which thoroughly annoyed Lily.

“Stop being such an idiot!”

“Then prove otherwise! Why don’t you say it, if we all said it? Are you afraid that we’ll find out something?”

"I just don’t see why I’d tell you something personal. Why do you want to know so much, huh? Are you interested in me?”

"Fortunately you’re not my type redhead.” He shrugged as he ate. "Which is good, because I don’t want to be in love with someone with no heart…”

“Ugh!” She looked at him indignantly. It seemed like Lily was taking his joke a little bit too personally, which was curious.

“Prove me wrong!” He looked at her, now demanding “If you have nothing to lose, and nothing to hide, why don’t you just say it!”

Lily stared at him for a moment, seeming to decide upon something. She dropped her cutlery and turned to Sirius, and by now  James’s eyes were glued to her face.

“Right. I smelled fresh herbs and wet earth and tutti frutti. If you know what that means let me know, because I don’t know either. But it doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart! It’s normal not to recognize what you’re most attracted to in the first place.” She got to her feet, taking her pack from the floor. "I’m going to the dormitory girls. I need to get some books.” she warned Marlene before leaving the table.

When she stepped away, Sirius turned his head to James as slowly as possible, his smile slowly spreading across his face as Remus stared at his friend with a smirk that said he already knew exactly what that meant. James couldn’t even breathe.

Thanks again to the lovely @nineandthreequarterrs for helping me with the translation and doing all the hard work! 

BTS reacting to you saying you’re ugly

His mom mode would turn on.
“Stop talking nonsense, Y/N. You’re gorgeous. And know continue eating that piece of cake before I eat it.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

You couldn’t understand why he’d choose you since there are millions of girls/boys who are prettier than you.

“If I really wanted another girl/boy I would have already gotten one. But I didn’t because you’re all I need.”

Originally posted by notjustaphase

“I fell in love with who you are and not how you look like.You’re beautiful on the inside and that’s all that matters to me.”

Originally posted by junghoseok

He would be philosophical.
“There are no ugly people. Everyone is different and perfect in their own way. That’s why humans are called individuals.”

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

He knew exactly how you felt.
“I can tell you whatever I want and you still wouldn’t believe me, would you ?
Listen, don’t pay attention to your insecurities but work on your strong characteristics, jagi. Only that way you can become happy.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

“Stop saying that ! You remind me of a tiger with those stretch marks and I love tigers.”

Originally posted by kimthwriter


“So you’re ugly because you have pimples ? Then I’m just as ugly as you, if not even uglier.”

*you tell him he’s the most beautiful person that exists*

“Then you’re just as beautiful as me. Don’t even try to fight me on that one.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Requests are open !

Falling In Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader fall for each other but have a hard time expressing it, for fear of rejection.

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: Slight Cursing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyyy guys!!! This is my entry for Mimi’s aka @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s “Mimi’s Trope Challenge”!! I got the prompt: Secretly in love but for some reason can’t express it. I hope you guys like it!! *hides face* Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

You know that butterfly feeling people say they get when they’re in love?

Well I used to think that was a bunch of bullshit. I wasn’t like your typical girly girl who was all about the weddings and the falling in love at first sight. It just wasn’t me.

Why, you ask?

Well, because in my humble opinion, true love didn’t exist. One didn’t just fall in love out of the blue with someone and say “oh you’re the one for me”. At least not in my book.

But fuck me, man. Who would have thought that I would eat my own words? And in huge heaps of it. Hell, even to this day, I’m at a loss for words with this overwhelming feeling. And it scared the living hell out of me.

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Abandonment Complex

Scenes repeat, not because they are especially meaningful but because their creator suffers from a fundamental complex. This is something Kaneki narrates as he futilely fights Arima, again and again, unable to change the results from their last hundred or so spars.

This is not the first, but the third time that Urie has sat back completely helpess to watch while somebody dies in front of him in order to protect him.

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Love Yourself

WARNING - self doubt , assholes degrading the reader . 

Request - Thank you so much @melconnor2007 for the request . I hope you like it . 

Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please 

A/N- This wasn’t easy to write . For the first time , I started with a blank page thrice . Tbh , there was a time I felt like this but I no more do . I don’t give shit about people think about the way I look . I like myself and that is all that matters . I don’t like people who choose to like or not like me over superficial things like appearances . So I am open to anyone who wants to speak with me . I want you to make yourself feel better . And one day I hope you realise that you are  beautiful . I LOVE YOU 

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

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