the parts should have been switched

The Adrien Diaries...

30 Mar 2017

…well fuck.

My day began with my life ending. It’s over. Done. I’m ghost-writing this right now.

It started slowly.

With the initial burning sensation, I was concerned.
After I looked down and saw my life falling in clumps at my feet… I felt the stirrings of panic.
But it was with Nathalie’s reaction when I came downstairs for breakfast that the true horror of my “situation” began to settle on me.

And then I had to face my father

…is it healthy to see your life flash before your eyes twice in less than 3 months?

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Dawning in Dust: Part V

Claire had always had a knack for compartmentalizing. Whether it was life after her parents’ death, being a nurse in the War, or her recent life as a solitary nomad, she could separate herself from feeling and fear to deal with the here and now. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and set to work.

Despite Claire, Jenny, and anyone else’s opinions on the matter, Jamie had flatly refused pain medications. The stare down between the two siblings was something to behold, but the results didn’t change. He asked for a towel to replace his pillow, a few drams from the farm’s whisky stock, and to be left alone while his back was tended to. Claire had averted eye contact, but caught the gist of the Gaelic arguments going back and forth from all four Scots. They didn’t trust her enough to leave her alone with him, despite the fact that Jamie could probably knock her flat even in his present condition.

“Is… something funny?”

Claire started, nearly dropping the scissors she was about to use to cut his shirt open.

“Don’t do that!” she scolded.

“Sorry,” Jamie replied, though the curve of his mouth suggested he found her quite amusing. “Ought I not be concerned that ye were smirkin’ whilst preparing to slit my shirt open?”

Claire gave him a look. “Oh, I was not ‘smirking’”.

“Aye. Ye were,” he retorted, eyes gleaming with mischief. Claire gave him a look, then smiled and shook her head.

“I think you may be drunk my lad,“ she rejoined, putting the scissors on the table and seeing his raised eyebrow. “Alright. I might have been,” she conceded, taking a knee by the camp bed and pulling a hair tie out of one of her pants pockets. “May I?” she asked, holding it up for him to see.

“No, I am'ne and aye, ye can,” he replied, resting his forehead on his arms so Claire could pull his hair out of the way.

Being caught up in the bantering, Claire didn’t realize how tense Jamie had been. She reached to gather his hair, expecting the warmth of his body this time, but not his reaction. It was as if he unconsciously melted into her touch; like every wave of his copper hair that passed through her fingers rid him of some burden he carried.

Claire could see his pulse beating in his neck, steady but fast; goose flesh rippled over his arms; she knew without looking that he’d closed his eyes. He looked so young and vulnerable and yet he trusted her, a complete stranger, to do this. Trust was a rare commodity these days. She swallowed, placing a hand on his arm again as a sudden wave of tenderness swept through her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, open and fathomless.

“Ready?” she whispered.

He continued to gaze at her for a moment longer before he nodded.

“Aye, Sassenach.”

Claire exhaled, gave his arm a light squeeze, and picked up the scissors again. Jenny had brought a stash of saline and had soaked Jamie’s shirt with it in order to make its removal easier. Claire hoped to trade for some before she left. The antibiotic ointments and fresh bandages were lined up and ready.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” she muttered, reaching for more saline.

Claire had hoped that the scabbing hadn’t fused with the shirt cloth but found her hopes dashed as she began to tug on the tattered pieces. Jamie’s skin tried to come up with his shirt. The extent of his injuries weren’t apparent while covered up but she could feel now how many lacerations he must have. Claire looked down, seeing that he was clutching the frame of the cot again. As if he sensed her, he opened his eyes to look at her again.

“Do what ye must. I’ll stand it,” he said gruffly, then shut his eyes again.

Claire pursed her lips, but went to grab more damp cloths from the hearth. Placing these by her other medicaments, she grabbed an end of shirt cloth and the saline bottle.

Alright Beauchamp. Squirt the saline underneath and pull the cloth. Stanch bleeding with the damp cloths. Assess. Clean. Disinfect. Possibly multiple times. Keep the wounds moist until scabbing shouldn’t result in infection. Now, how to do this on a large, pig-headed Scot who refused pain medication…

“This is a lovely place,” she said to try to distract him, selecting a bit of shirt that didn’t appear to stick as much.

Saline and pull, saline and pull..

“Aye,” Jamie muttered. “Aye it’s… been in my family since the 1700’s. Ancestral and all that. It’s a bonny place.”

“Mmm,” Claire agreed, pleased to see no bleeding from the first strip. “Are all your family fluent in Gaelic?”


Jamie’s forearms strained as Claire removed the next bit of shirt, taking most of the healed skin with it, but he made no sound.

"Aye,” he said after a moment, realizing the damp cloths Claire was dabbing him with wouldn’t hurt. “Since we were bairns.”

"That’s wonderful,” Claire replied, giving him a moment to recover. “Language is fascinating. Everything else may be shot to hell but people always find ways of communicating.”

"There are more ways than words to do that Sassenach,” the Scot responded dryly.

Claire wasn’t sure she heard him right but, looking down, saw one blue cat eye crinkled in amusement. She smiled and shrugged in assent, appalled to feel a blush creeping up her neck, but her mind returned to his back in the next instant.

God, what did they do?

"Alright. This is the worst part.”

He’d kept his gaze on her and nodded, gripping the cot tighter and setting his jaw.

Saline and pull, saline and pull…. Jamie’s breathing turned into hissing noises, but he still remained silent…. Saline and pull, saline and pull…. the muscles of his arms strained as he held on…

"Almost got it… keep still…” she breathed. Jamie responded with a huff of breath but continued to do as she asked.

Saline and pull, saline and pull…

"Done!“ Claire exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing for the last of the damp bandages to wipe the trickling blood away. Between the stress of removing the pieces of his shirt and the fire in the hearth, Claire felt her own perspiration make its way down her face and back. She wiped her forehead with her arm, then poured more saline on the cloths she’d put in place.

"Well done,” she said softly, bringing a cup of water for him to drink. “I need to clean and redress it, but that can wait a minute.”

"This isna whisky,” he said huskily, forming what he could of a smile. Claire noted the paleness of his face, but his eyes were still focused.

"I promise you’ll be fully rewarded later. Right now though,” Claire gave another Nurse Randall look, “I need you coherent.”

"Careful lass,” Jamie said as she stood. “A promise is a verra serious thing in the Highlands.”


The human body is a miraculous thing. So many connections and processes required for life to go on. Things seen and unseen that is the makeup of a person. Claire removed the cloths and gazed at Jamie’s back in fascinated horror.

"Bloody fucking hell..”

"Aye. It was.”

Jamie sniffed out an uncomfortable laugh, but the tension in his shoulders had returned. Claire took in his flayed skin, some wounds deep enough to cut the muscle underneath. How could he have stayed still like this, let alone ride a horse?


Claire jumped at her name, eyes snapping to Jamie’s. “What?”

"The uh, captain you encountered..” Jamie looked down then. “T'was him that flogged me.”

She nodded and blinked hard, then turned to her pack. He may have refused his sister’s medicines, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

"Why were you flogged?” Claire asked, keeping her tone calm as she spread the topical lidocaine through the welts and blood on his back. It wouldn’t completely numb the area, but it would at least take the edge off.

Jamie made a Scottish noise. “Obstruction.”

"Obstruction? Does that exist now, with no one to enforce it?”

"It does if ye have the numbers to make it so.”

"And he does?” she asked, hoping the talk would at least distract from the first round of cleaning.

"Aye,” Jamie all but whispered, blue eyes staring straight ahead as Claire set to work.

"We served together in the Last War. Randall and me I mean,” he continued. “Near on four years ago now, they evacuated our companies from the mainland. I was… glad to come home, away from all of it.“

Claire felt a pang in her own heart at his words.

"Ye might not have noticed when ye arrived but we’ve many tenants near here. Small places that have been part of this land for generations. We didna have the old ways of collecting rents and pledging fealty but… we look after each other. The way it should be.”

"It sounds wonderful,” Claire replied softly, switching out a used cloth for a new one. “Are there many families?”

"Aye, a fair few. Not as many as there once was but-ah!”

"Sorry. This one’s very dirty.”

"S'fine,” Jamie hissed, burying his face into his forearm.

Claire glanced around for something else. “You still have lamps here. Old habits die hard?”

She saw Jamie smirk despite what she was doing to him.

"We’ve electricity.”

Claire stopped dead.


Jamie lifted his head and grinned at what must have been a flabbergasted face.

"Electricity. Dinna have it where you come from?”

"No one’s had electricity since the virus outbreak spread to the utility systems.”

"Well, this modest farm never tapped into the utility systems. We harvest it with old fashioned water power.”

"You’re kidding.”

"No, I’m not. If ye can patch me up, I can show ye tomorrow.”

"Nice try. You’re not moving from this bed for at least three days,” Claire replied, moving on to the next laceration.

Jamie gave a grunt of amusement, but silence soon followed as Claire continued her work. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Claire felt a weight to it; it was as if something hung in the air that wasn’t quite tangible, but just within reach all the same.

"Why you?” she blurted. “Why did he come after you?”

“I wouldna give him what he wanted. He..” Jamie shook his head, as if to catch the right words. “It’s… personal. Wi’ him, I mean.”

Claire moved to the table to grab the antibiotic ointment. If the scars on this man’s back were any indication, “personal” was an understatement.

“What was it that he wanted?”

A moment passed. Claire thought Jamie was going to ignore her question, but felt him shift a little as he sighed. Exhaustion and sweat lined his body and, when he spoke, he sounded far away.

“Power. Respect. He demanded it, always. The thing he never understood was what it took to earn it.”

Sensing this was all he would say on the subject, Claire nodded, bending down again to smooth Jamie’s hair out of his face. Still pale, but eyes clear. He blinked blearily at her as she touched his cheek with the back of her hand. Slight fever.

“Rest now, hm? I’ll guard the whisky.”

One corner of Jamie’s mouth turned up and he nodded.

“I’ll hold ye to that, Sassenach.”

Claire chuckled, allowed her thumb one light caress of his cheekbone, then stood and covered his back with a light bandage. She’d have to redo the process again, but Jamie needed sleep first.

Claire turned to tell him so but looked down in time to see that his eyes had already closed and his lips were slightly parted in restorative sleep. Smiling to herself, she pulled a tartan blanket off the high backed chair near the head of the cot and laid it gently over him. Claire curled up into the chair, watching over him until fatigue dragged her under, forcing all thoughts and feelings blessedly from her mind.

Back at it once again, but this time I’m talking about Oda and Dazai. 

So, let’s start with the beginning where we see Oda, Dazai, and Ango meet in bar Lupin. Their bond is an oddity and pretty comical at times. They speak about their jobs and Dazai gets excited when he’s told he would probably get blown the fuck up if he did Oda’s job.

This is one of Oda’s first thoughts about Dazai form his point of view. He doesn’t fear him, but he does give Dazai’s reputation recognition. Oda is (most likely) older than Dazai, but views him as an equal. Also, this shaggy, young boy in man’s clothing wouldn’t look like he could harm a fly at first glance, but Oda learns over time.

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just musing to myself about Toon Boom
  • Pivot’s animations would’ve been possible to do in Flash. If I switch to Toon Boom Harmony, there’ll be a few perks, but I’d imagine the end quality should ideally be about the same, or even see a bit of an improvement (yes, there will be more fight and story animations in the future)
  • What WOULD have been exceedingly difficult in Flash would’ve been some other rigs I have thought of making. E.g., an arachne rig. While possible in Flash, it would’ve been a mess of parts and breakdowns. Toon Boom makes that much more manageable. There was another project I wanted to do, something like ‘Daily Lives of Monster Girls’ that was legit a slice of life / interview thing, short format video series. Toon Boom would make this much more feasible.
  • Painted backgrounds are much easier to work with in TB. That’s a huge plus, both for me and for people I collab with.
  • I still need to finish up my rig. I have the front, profile, and 3Q angles done. I still need to do the 3Q B and the back angles, as well as the mirrors for the head. I also need to reorder the drawing substitutions so it all lines up.
  • I want to release one super-short animation as a test using Premium, something that highlights its strengths as well as proves to myself that I can animate effectively in the program. I have until May 6th on my trial.
  • I’ll need to open up commissions soon to start raising money for a license. It’s a $2000 goal, so that’s steep. The nodal maps and the functionality afforded should make it all worth it though.
The Purpose of Love // c.h

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Requested: Yes

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Description: When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

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“Y/N, are you listening?”

You stopped painting your nails and met your manager’s angry eyes.

“Of course I am.” You answered and continued painting your short nails a devil-red colour.

“What did we just say?” Your manager, Louise, asked with crossed arms sitting at the other end of the table. Five other people were sitting at the table, all staring at you as they waited for an answer.

“That I should…” You hesitated because you definitely hadn’t heard a single word throughout the entire meeting. “I should be nicer to the paparazzi.”

“No, but we need to work on that, too,” Louise commented and leant forward. You sighed and put the nail polish aside, waiting for the actual important news.

“You’re getting a boyfriend.” You corked an eyebrow at Louise’s words and chuckled slightly. Jesus, you wouldn’t go that far just for publicity.

“This is not your management sitting at the table and you haven’t even asked who they are,” Louise said in a disappointed voice.

“I just assumed you had replaced my team, I guess.” You avowed, earning a death glare from Louise.

“No.” She disclosed. “These people are 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management. You’ve heard of the band.”

Louise stood up from her chair and walked all the way over to your seat, only to take away your nail polish to catch your full attention. She sat down on the table, holding intense eye contact, making you shutter. You didn’t really like Louise - sometimes she could be quite scary.

“I don’t want to date four boys at once.”

“Sometimes I think we should get your IQ checked.”

“I’m kidding.” You confirmed and nodded. “Continue.”

“Calum Hood, the bassist, need…” Louise paused and looked into the air, thinking about her words carefully. “He needs a ‘correction’. In addition, we all think you should be part of that ‘correction’.”

You looked over to the five people at the table. They were all dressed as normal people - unlike Louise and her management. She would always wear “business-clothes” as you liked to call it to annoy her. 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management seemed cool. You wished you switch them out with your own management.

“I don’t want to date a band member.” You hissed, making Louise cork an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, you don’t have a choice.”

Of course, you didn’t. Ever since Louise saw some potential in you, she had been controlling your life. You didn’t remember who found you singing with your acoustic guitar on Hollywood Boulevard, but the person brought you to Louise who immediately took you in as a client. You couldn’t say no; it was your dream. Since then it had been EP’s, red carpets, showing up to award shows but never winning anything. A whole year had passed and Louise had promised you to make something better in 2016 - yet nothing had happened yet.

“You’re meeting him tomorrow, Y/N.” Louise pulled you out of your thoughts and jumped down from the table. “Let’s try to impress him, okay? Don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m never a bitch,” you yelled after her.

Everybody had already left without you noticing and as soon as Louise closed the glass door, you sat alone in the big meeting room with a frown on your face and a nervous feeling in your gut. You actually liked 5 Seconds Of Summer - you just didn’t know anything about the boys. But if he was a nice guy, then pretend-dating him for a couple of months wouldn’t be the worst.

The next morning, you drove to Louise’s management where she had texted you to met her and Calum. You entered the massive building and took the elevator to the 10th floor with everything being a routine. You walked out and in the doors until you eventually came across Louise’s office. You almost kicked the door in when you entered, making Louise and the stranger turn to you.

You recognised Calum immediately. His brown hair was sticking to his forehead as he pursed his lips, putting away his phone. You sighed as you could almost see the lust play in his eyes.

“This is Calum, Y/N.” Louise had put on the voice you use when you talk to kids.

“I’m aware.” You answered and sat down in the chair beside him. Louise had a huge amount of empty space in her office. The only thing that was in there were two plants, a desk with a swivel chair, and two other velvet chairs in front of that desk. The rest of the room was empty.

You felt the desire to throw your feet on her desk but instead you tried to keep a positive attitude - tried not to give Calum attention.

“Calum, this Y/N.” Calum nodded politely. Louise looked something up on her computer, reading some stuff aloud.

We hope that this relationship is gonna work for both sides… blah, blah blah… this is not only important for your career… blah, blah, blah… it’s important to have good chemistry… blah, blah, blah. You get the point.”

Both you and Calum nodded as Louise shifted between looking at you two. Her left eye always seemed redder than her right and it freaked you out every time she looked at you.

“We’re thinking the relationship should last at least 6 months.” Louise continued scrolling through something on her computer while talking to you. “Rumours need to be spread as soon as possible and what better way than to see you two ‘hanging out’. We’re calling out TMZ tomorrow where’ll you two will be seen together.”

Louise smiled while rambling on. She continued talking about how PR was for the best and it didn’t have to last long, but it would be better if it could last six months.

Ugh, six months was a long time. And you had gotten the bassist. You would have preferred the lead singer as a fake boyfriend - Luke was cuter.

After a good thirty minutes of Louise talking about the following stunt, she left the room so you two could be ‘alone’.

None of you said anything. You just stared at his rosy cheeks as he observed your reaction. Which was a cold stone face.

“What kind of person are you?” Calum questioned and tilted his head. You furrowed your brows, not fully understanding the question.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, what type of person are you?” he repeated with a hand gesture. “Green Day or the 1975? Hook-up or true love? Ice cream or cookies?”

“Uh, Green day. True love. And cookies.” You answered and stared outside the window while Calum was nodding. Your hands were on your lap, lightly tapping along to a song stuck in your head.

“Do you actually believe in true love or are you just against hook-ups?” Calum asked again and you sighed when you turned around to face him. His eyes were darker than the night as the grey t-shirt were hanging loosely on his strong chest and huge biceps.

“I believe in true love.” You answered with raised eyebrows, waiting to be shut down.

“So, you’re not against hook-ups?” Calum smirked and you instantly knew where this would be going.

“No,” you clicked your tongue. “However, I don’t do ‘hook-ups’.”

Calum frowned before putting a wide smile on his face.

“Not even one-night-stands?”

You snorted and finally put your feet on the desk, without realising how rude it was. You didn’t want to date something for publicity but here you were. Sitting in front of a guy that seemed like a douche, as he kept asking you questions about sex. You ignored his last question and instead you starting provoking him; just to have fun.

“You’re not that good at bass, honestly. Plus, your bandmates are hotter than you. ” You smirked, making Calum bite his lip. You exhaled and smiled innocently at you. He was looking for a clear comeback

“You’re supposed to be a singer, right? Yet I haven’t even heard of you.”

“Well, let’s just blame that on the manager we both just listened to ramble. Oh wait, no, we didn’t, cause she’s boring.”

Calum raised his chin and you shook your head while looking down at your lap. It felt like you had gotten everything out your chest. You hated being polite when you didn’t feel like it. You had to be polite to interviewers, paparazzi, management, crew, everyone. Hating on someone you didn’t really know felt somewhat good.

“We both know why they choose you, right?” Calum inquired with a smirk to which you shook your head as an answer.

“Because of my sparkling personality?” You joked. Calum chuckled, making your stomach turn.

“Because of your attitude. Not your personality.”

You bit your inner cheek, thinking about it. Everything made sense now. You remembered seeing all the front magazine covers with titles such as “Calum Hood: Out with another girl” or “The fuckboy of 5SOS” or “Why Calum Hood is a fuckboy?”.

“My attitude is my personality.” You admitted.

A/N: uh, wow, part 2?

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Blood Relations Part 7

Originally posted by got7kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 - Extra, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

A/N: annyeoooong! This is the 7th part and, ohmygod, I can’t wait for you to read it and tell me what you think, because…. It’s getting more seriouuuuuus. Anyways, enjoy!

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Words: 3125

Pairing: Jaebum/Reader

Summary: You continue the investigation in order to find why you are here, but you discover something completely different….

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I just dreamt that one of my cats had undergone a strange metamorphosis and reverted to infancy - but instead of becoming a kitten, it became an egg.

The egg soon hatched into a small, black chick, which rapidly grew into a horrifying, eyeless hybrid of cat and bird. It ran blindly around my house, and wouldn’t stop shrieking. I couldn’t get a good look at it because it was nighttime and none of the light switches worked when I tried them, and it bit my hands whenever I approached.

That’s not the weird part. The weird part is that dream-me wasn’t frightened by any of this. The whole time this was going on, all I could think was:

“What does this thing eat? Am I supposed to keep it warm? Is this behaviour normal? It’s incredibly irresponsible of me to be so unprepared for this - I should never have been allowed to own a pet.”

If I believed in dream analysis, you could probably have a field day with this one.

Unwanted (part 3)

Summary: The reader is kidnapped by Hydra and finds out that she is Tony Stark’s daughter. She is taken under the wing of the Avengers with Bucky and Steve acting as her protectors. The reader discovers the truth about her family while trying to grieve over the death of her mother, who died during the events in Sokovia. Will she be able to forgive the people responsible for her mother’s death? Will she survive the danger that has fallowed her all her life?

Bucky X Reader X Steve

Words: 1422

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could make a part 2 to the cheating scenario. If you could could you make it more happy and fluffy because I cried reading the other one. Gomen~ 💟

Now for the most common request, lol, here is a continuation of THIS prompt. I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it completely fluffy/happy because of the fact that the boys cheated on their s/o, and also because the other half of the requests for a continuation wanted angst, but I shall try my best. Now remember kids, never take back a man who cheats on you unless he has thoroughly learned his lesson. 

Hanamiya had scoffed when you had broken up with him. He had been sure that you would either come crawling back, or he’d outgrow you and move on to the next bad boy loving floozy. For a while he had been right. Girls had thrown themselves at him, unable to resist his dark allure. He hadn’t taken any of them though, much to his team’s amusement. Hanamiya told himself it was because they weren’t pretty enough, or that their boobs weren’t the right size. In time he came to realize, and begrudgingly accept, that what was wrong with them was that they weren’t you and they never would be. The realization continued to irritate him, agitating him more and more each day until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you back. Cornering you after school, Makoto leaned against the door frame, successfully blocking you in your classroom. “We need to talk, _____.”

Apologies were not Aomine’s claim to fame. You had never heard him apologize for anything and there was good reason for that. Aomine didn’t apologize, at least never wholeheartedly. It was a point of pride for him, no matter how annoying you and Momoi found it to be. After you had caught him cheating on you and cut off your relationship, he had sulked and pretended like it didn’t bother him. A deep sense of guilt and pain throbbed in his chest when he thought of you. Seeing you every day, chatting with Satsuki, praising Sakurai’s bentos, and occasionally flirting with other males was beginning to turn the throb into a hot ball of lead. One day, as the two of you on the roof beside his reclined form, waiting for Sakurai to arrive, Aomine spoke up, “I know I’m the asshole that cheated on you, but would you ever consider going back to what we had?”

Akashi never wavered in his attempts to fix his mistake. He had no stubborn pride telling him that you could be easily replaced, no aversion to apologizing for his obvious wrongs against you. He had found with you the one thing he had been missing since his mother had passed away: contentment. There had never been a need to keep you constantly entertained or engaged in activity with him. Simply being by your side had left him filled with an immeasurable ease, and he would do whatever it took to have you return to him. As much as he wanted to manipulate you into coming back to his side, he knew it was vital that you chose to be with him of your own volition. A little pestering was fine though, Akashi told himself as he apologized for the dozenth time, “There’s nothing I can do to erase what I’ve done to you, but if you can forgive me, I promise to be the man I should have always been.”

It seemed to the entire Seirin team that Kuroko was being unnecessarily cold to you despite having been the one in the wrong. You knew better. Tetsuya despised what he had done and was punishing himself. No matter how much he missed you or how badly he wanted to return to your side, he wouldn’t. If you forgave him, it wouldn’t be because he had begged you and made you feel guilty. It would be because you had decided to forgive him of your own free will. He owed you that much at least. 

Kise had been inconsolable for days after you had broken up with him. His eyes had been red and puffed up for weeks. Like a broken light switch, he had been unable to flip himself on as he continually remembered the look of betrayal on your face. If you had been a casual fling he wouldn’t have felt this bad, wouldn’t have lost this much sleep. A part of him hated the fact that he had fallen so deeply for you, but a bigger part felt shame at his actions. He should have known better. Should have controlled himself better. Kise mused to himself as he sprawled on the bleachers after practice, the gym completely empty. Even after the breakup you had continued to talk to him and help him out, pretending like you two had never been dating in the first place. Kise couldn’t tell if it was kindness or torture on your part. Hearing you say his name questioningly as you entered the gym, he turned to look at you. “Ne, _____-cchi, I’m sorry. I’ve tried all I can, but I can’t stop myself from being in love with you.”

Midorima was ashamed of himself. He had known better, and more importantly, he had been raised to do better than how he had treated you. There had not been a deluge of apologies after you had run away. Just one. It had poured out of his heart and mouth like a desperate attempt to cleanse his wrong. Weeks after the incident, he had seen you laughing with Takao, your eyes slightly teary and the corners of your lips pulled up into that grin he had adored so dearly. His first attempt at winning you back came suddenly one day when he placed a letter into your hands, “Your lucky item of the day is a written promise. If you will consider forgiving me one day, I swear to never hurt you the way I have ever again.” 

Your giant now-ex-boyfriend had sulked for days after you had broken up with him. He felt bad and had apologized, wasn’t that enough? But when you remained angry with him, he had returned the feeling. Realizing he had been wrong- and that pretending he had been right would take a lot of unnecessary effort- Murasakibara clung to you. His apologies were all mumbled as he followed you like a lost puppy. “_____-chin, I’m really sorry. I’m soooo sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”

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You're really still going to go see a dogs purpose? Even though they abused the dog? I would have thought you'd be pissed, you seem to love dogs

Okay, I guess I’m not really surprised to have gotten this ask when 90% of my dash is apparently boycotting this movie.

I am mad. I’m extremely upset that a dog was treated like anything less than an angel. However, I think people on Tumblr have a hard time letting go of grudges and are sometimes quick to jump to conclusions, so let me tell you why I’m going to see this movie.

Firstly, this is obviously not a widespread problem in the filming of this movie. Since that video was released, multiple people (trainers, crew members, journalists who visited the set) have come forward to defend the movie, saying that the dogs were always treated with love and respect. When you’ve got a lot of credible people defending something they could go down terribly for, it’s a good idea to take a second look at it.

Secondly, the video that TMZ posted is extremely biased, meant to draw attention, and cut in a way that makes it seem much worse than it actually is. That dog was treated badly in this one instance, that is absolutely true: but TMZ didn’t show the whole story. One of the producers (I think? I’m on mobile so I can’t link) came forward to explain the behind-the-scenes of the behind-the-scenes video. The dog (whose name is Hercules, by the way) had previously done the scene in rehearsals flawlessly, and loved it; he loves swimming and previously had been eager to get in the water, and they had safety divers and trainers in the water ready to rush to the dog’s aid in case he had difficulty. In this filming of the scene, they decided to suddenly switch the side of the pool from which the dog was supposed to go in, which is evidently what made him nervous. It’s inexcusable that he ended up being forced into the water, I will acknowledge that. His head went under the water not because trainers weren’t careful, but because he was swimming through a rougher part than he was used to (since he was on the opposite side of the pool) and it caught him off guard. This is also inexcusable, but the take was unfinished; trainers tried to give him a chance to swim it himself, and the moment it was clear he couldn’t (approximately three seconds later) they pulled him out, and he was fine and unfazed. They switched back to the original side of the tank, let him calm down, and he did the take completely fine.

I think that the trainers should have been more careful and paid more attention to Hercules’s emotions and skill, yes. And I will be vocal about that. Universal is doing an investigation into this incident, as is one of the smaller studios working on the film, and I am confident they plan to find out the exact circumstances that led to this.

This movie has the potential to be an amazing, touching film. Often in movies dogs are used as props (they often die simply to advance plot) or are portrayed as vicious killing machines. This film has the potential to accurately represent the kindness and compassion that dogs exhibit, and overall I think this movie can do a lot of good in this world.

I am not going to boycott it because of a biased, edited piece of video from a website which had the footage for months but chose to release it two weeks before the movie’s release. And also, PETA is a shitty organization that in general knows nothing about the lives of the animals it tries to ‘save,’ and I’m not going to boycott a movie just because PETA calls for it.

So yes. I’ve been looking forward to this movie for months. I’m going to go see it, I’m going to trust that investigations will find who is at fault, and I’m going to enjoy the movie and the amazing dogs that acted in it. And I think you should too.

Fic: Watch Your Right Flank, Asshole.

Summary: The gang plays Overwatch. You don’t need to know anything about the game, just have an idea how online gaming works. 

Characters: Tim, Jason, Harper, Cass, Steph, Duke, Damian, and some surprises. 

Summary: A messy drabble for funsies. 

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anonymous asked:

Rich jungkook and maid jimin, smut then fluff please :3 btw I love ur hc's they give me life.

+ Jimin was hired to clean and serve food, that’s it.

+ well that’s all it should have been but he figures he missed the “fuck your employer” part of the contract.

+ Jimin isn’t too upset, Jungkook is a fantastic lay. Plus it gets him extra cash.

+ College and bills aren’t gonna pay themselves.

+ Jimin moans as Jungkook takes him from behind against the dinning room table.

+ Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s ear as he rocks into him, whispering praises like “so tight” “you take me so well” “You’re my favorite person to fuck.”

+ Jungkook eventually switch the position for Jimin to be laying on the table with his knees touching his chest while Jungkook fucks him up.

+ “Fuck Jimin you’re fucking perfect!” “Jungkook please!”

+ the table rocks hard with their pace and Jimin wonders if it’ll actually break like the last one.

+ It doesnt break but Jimin is gonna have to clean it up thanks to all the sweat.

+ “same time tomorrow mr.jeon?” “Y-yes Jimin.”

+ Jimin isn’t sure when they went from fuck buddies to kinda in a relationship but it was so fast he didn’t notice.

+ After sex instead of the usual awkward redressing Jungkook would lay with Jimin in his arms and they’d talk about anything and everything.

+ Jimin is starting to get gifts from Jungkook and Jimin leaves little sticky notes of encouragement for Jungkook.

+ They even started kissing out side of sex. Sweet pecks when Jimin leaves or Jungkook returns home.

+ When Jungkook texts ‘good night’ Jimin thinks they might be really dating.

+ “Jungkook, what are we?” “What do you want to be?” “Boyfriends?” “Then boyfriends it is.”

+ Jimin snuggles closer to Jungkook with a wide smile.

Down The Memory Lane


Part 1

Genre: Fluff/Angst
Warning: Contains mature content.
Word count: 10,431

Originally posted by jengkook

June, 2014

Your mind was debating, putting up arguments in favour and against of why you should talk to him and why you shouldn’t.

You had been sitting on your bed since the last two hours, your blank stare switching between the wall in front of you and the message you’d received. What could he possibly have to talk about after all those months? You couldn’t deny that you’d always wanted him to regret what he did, or to come up with an apology. But you’d lost hope after some months, when you felt that he’s never coming back, and that you need to get him completely out of your mind.

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You’re Going to Want to Remember This (14/15)

Summary: (Season 3b canon divergence). Emma and Henry thought they could escape the curse taking everyone back to the Enchanted Forest, but one year later they wake up in the loft with no memories after saying goodbye at the town line.
A/N: Took me foreverrrrr to edit this chapter because my puppy decided she wanted to be the spawn of satan today - but it’s finally up. One more chapter to go. If I’m optimistic I’ll say the final update will come Wednesday or Thursday. As always thanks for reading, commenting and liking; it really makes my day :)
Rating: M
Wordcount: ~3,400
Catch up? On ao3 or tumblr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 

  Present day

The witch’s attacks were strategic, and spread out far enough that if it weren’t for the constant fear of an attack, things would seem almost normal, apart from the whole missing a year’s worth of memories and being pregnant thing. Other than a couple more townsfolk disappearing and presumably turning into flying monkeys, for the six weeks following the attack on Charming, nothing happened.

Well, it wasn’t that nothing happened, just nothing happened to do with the witch – plenty of other things happened. Snow began coming home with a stray pair of baby socks here and a pack of diapers there and a pile began to build in the corner of loft. Henry began practicing sword fighting with both Neal and David, and even went sailing with Hook two or three times.

Hook was back to spending time with Emma nearly every day – whether it was at the station (which Emma refused to stop working at even though she was nearing eight months pregnant), Granny’s or even just hanging around the loft, it seemed that over the following weeks he was there more than he wasn’t and Emma was pregnant enough that she was far past caring what he or anyone else (including that annoying little voice inside her head that seemed to think it was a bigger deal than it really was) thought about his presence at her side.

Emma was working at the station alone, doing some routine paper work on a Saturday morning, and just as she was about to leave, David appeared at the door.

“I was walking home from Granny’s and knew you were here,” he said grabbing her jacket from the wrack and holding it out for her. “I figured we could walk home together.”

Emma nodded and took the proffered jacket, not even bothering to try to button it over her belly. As she stepped out of the station Emma pulled her coat around herself just a little bit tighter as the chill of evening air hit her. In that moment she realized that the pregnancy was not the end outcome of this whole ordeal. It was just starting.

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When I was asked to collaborate with for their Moms & Babies blog, I was immediately excited.

Throughout my pregnancy thus far, hearing the birth and pregnancy stories of other moms has been my favorite part and is extremely helpful during these nine months of change. So getting to share a bit about my journey is really thrilling.

I guess we should start at the beginning! My husband Ryan and I weren’t exactly trying, but we weren’t not trying to conceive when I found out we were pregnant I mean, I may have been spotted yelling to my fellow Glee cast mates in our final days of shooting before winter break that I was going to “switch to tequila all month to try to get knocked up” — but nevertheless, it was a surprise when it actually worked.

I think a woman is always shocked to see that yes, positive, smiley face, thumbs up (or down in some cases) and all the other emojis they’ve got on these tests these days. I was no exception. I immediately called my mom, shaking, and ran to the doctor for a blood test.

Months later — and now well into my second trimester — it’s safe to say, I’m preggo. I had heard horror stories about having gas so bad you’d have to stop valeting your car, or vomiting at the smell of your own morning breath, but I am one of the lucky ones. I never experienced morning sickness and only had an unfortunate vomit incident after a lunch of Thai food (I’ve now sworn off Thai forever).

I think I truly am one of those women that could either be a surrogate or a testimonial on I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant because it’s been so easy thus far and I’m incredibly grateful for that. Especially because I know that every woman is different and most women experience a very different kind of first trimester. One of my best friends is pregnant right now and has had awful nausea for weeks.

But trust me, just because I was off the hook for the first part of my pregnancy doesn’t mean everything is all roses. I currently feel the size of a small studio apartment and am constantly thirsty, out of breath, and tired. But I’ll get into all of that in another blog.

On the bright side, everyone is SO nice to you when you’re pregnant! It’s like your birthday every day for nine months. Nevermind that you will soon be long forgotten once the baby is born — for now, mama rules!

My husband has been so supportive and excited about the entire process and it’s definitely brought us that much closer together. (I’ll get into the nitty gritty about things like sex and feeling sexy during pregnancy in another entry.)

But for now being pregnant is proving to be one of the most amazing, fulfilling things I’ve ever done in my life. I finally feel like I’m really doing something in this world. I’ve accomplished a lot in my career up to this point and achieved a lot of goals that I had set for myself, but they all pale in comparison to the miracle of carrying a child.

I’m so proud of all the other amazing, beautiful mothers out there and can’t wait to share more with you all. Until next time!

— Naya Rivera

P.S. Here are my favorite preggo products right now:

Shrink to Fit cellulite smoother by Mio
Stretch mark minimizer and tonic body treatment oil by Clarins
Rejuvenate stretch mark serum by Shoosha

This post was originally published on’s Moms & Babies blog.