the way he used to look at people though

So I’m reading the Mob Psycho 100 manga and I’ve reached the World Domination arc…and I would never thought that the Body Improvement Club members would be characters I come to respect.

They started out as simple-minded, genuinely kind people who do body training for their own enjoyment, and are very protective of their weakest, youngest member. And that’s nice, but they still seemed like minor characters to me and so they didn’t strike me as someone important in the story. Then came this scene:

Not only does President Musashi (a mere human) saving Mob from Shibata (an esper) makes me cheer, but also what he says shows how much Mob means to the whole club. Mob is not just the weaker friend in their club that needs people like them, who are bigger and more muscular, to care and protect from danger. Mob is their inspiration because of who he is: a hard worker who won’t take the easy way out, even though he can. The members of the Body Improvement Club don’t protect Mob because he is the weaker teammate. They protect him because they recognize his determination and they admire him.

And this is touching. Throughout the manga, we see people getting close to Mob because of his psychic powers, because they can use Mob’s power for their own benefit. But the students from the Body Improvement Club likes Mob for who he is, not for what he can or can’t do. They look up to him because of the values he carries and most importantly, they are the few who notices it before acknowledging Mob’s psychic abilities, while many other characters take some time before they realize Mob’s real strength lies within his personality. 

Mob Psycho 100 is a story that values people who are pure at heart, people who are seen as naive and don’t chase after power or fame or money like the rest of the society. It is through these people that we find true strength and friendship. It is people like Mob and his beefy classmates from the Body Improvement Club that are worthy of our admiration and respect. 



Photos taken from the Mob Psycho 100 manga.
All credits to ONE.

Jon Statistically Acts Way Different Around Daenerys And Sansa

I ran the scripts and selected the dialogues of three characters: Jon, Daenerys, and Sansa and did some analysis of their word counts and their most commonly used words and phrases. The results are actually really really interesting and I’ve reached a few conclusions and confirmed a few assumptions I had before I started.

First, a few basic charts…

This is the total word count of Jon and Daenerys respectively in season 7. I think an entire season is enough to extrapolate some conclusions in WHAT the characters said, HOW FREQUENTLY they spoke, and TO WHOM they spoke. Here are my conclusions, with supporting data.


1.) Jon Snow is really uncomfortable and quiet around Daenerys.

In scenes that Jon Snow and Daenerys shared - she completely dominated the “conversation”. She speaks almost twice as much (!) as Jon in the scenes they share but actually Jon has a fair amount more dialogue in the season as a whole. I only counted dialogue spoken to each other.


2.) Jon and Daenerys speak a different “language” when together.

The difference between Jon and Daenerys isn’t just about quantity of word usage. They are drastically different when it comes to what they talk about.

These are Jon Snow’s 25 most commonly used words for his scenes with Daenerys. He addresses her formally. He speaks mostly commonly about his people - the threat to the North - and his perceptions. How he senses the world. “See” “seen” “real” “know” “think”. There’s nothing about his family. North doesn’t even register. He does seem to speak about being burned. Neither Stark nor Targaryen register on Jon’s list.

These are Daenerys’ 25 most commonly used words for her scenes with Jon Snow. There’s all sorts of talk about her family. Her children. Her dragons. The North as a proper noun and north as a directional indicator both register on the list. “North” wasn’t even on Jon’s. She somehow used perpetuity enough for it register. She mentions Jon’s house by name and also hers. There’s kneeling. There’s “born” “last” “best”, words that all have to do with legacy. She speaks much more personally and philosophically to Jon than he does to her.


3.) While Daenerys’ rate of speech is basically the same regardless of whether Jon is there, Jon only uses way less words with Daenerys.

It’s not just that Jon is a silent, brooding type who refuses to open up to anybody. Despite spending most of the season with Daenerys, Jon actually speaks more than 3 times more frequently with characters other than Daenerys

Jon’s word bubble now contains language that infers that he thinks frequently about family, his father, the north, specific names of people, the Stark name. Now some of this surely is due to the audience he’s speaking with, but the passive/active voice and his word choices are extremely different.

On the other hand, Daenerys’ behavior changes very little when she is with Jon versus when she is with other characters. She spends the season about equally split between Jon and other characters. Her rate of speech doesn’t change very much and her word usage is also roughly identical.


4.) Jon is significantly more open with Sansa than Daenerys.

Despite spending two episodes with Sansa and 4+ episodes with Daenerys, the dialogue between Jon and Sansa is almost identical to that of Jon and Daenerys. His word usage also changes. He asks more questions with Sansa. He talks about “father” and the north and Winterfell. I only included scenes where Jon spoke directly to Sansa.


5.) When she’s not with him, Sansa talks about Jon and what Jon needs….a lot.

These are Sansa’s most commonly used words. Her most common words (other than know) are Jon and Winterfell. Those seem to be the two most important things to her. She also uses the names of other individuals. Arya, Cersei, Bran missed the cut by one word usage. She mentions family, the North, home, Lady. She is almost singularly focused on protecting her home for Jon. Her uses of “men” “need” and “trying” are almost always in reference to trying to get men they need “for Jon”. In almost every single instance. Her speaking patterns are very similar to Jon’s when Jon is not with Daenerys.


Main Conclusion: Even though Jon and Daenerys shared significantly more screentime than Jon and Sansa, the viewers got two entirely different versions of Jon Snow.

a.) Jon Snow with Daenerys: Jon Snow talks far less often. Asks almost no questions. Does not seek her opinion. He only seeks her help with the Night King. He doesn’t ask her about her family. He doesn’t tell her about his family. JON SNOW DOES NOT SUDDENLY STOP CARING ABOUT FAMILY WHEN HE GOES TO DRAGONSTONE.

b.) Jon Snow with Sansa: Jon talks with far more frequency. He asks her a lot of questions. He asks her opinions. He discusses family with her. Their father (*wink*). The North. The things he cares about. He doesn’t try to change the subject when a personal inquiry is made. 

c.) Jon’s conduct with Daenerys in their shared scenes is MOST SIMILAR TO HOW HE ACTED IN HIS ONLY SCENE WITH LITTLEFINGER. LF prodded Jon to try to get to know him. Jon gave him nothing. Jon told him to leave and that he had nothing to say to him. The only time Jon opened up is when LF brought up Sansa…in which Jon proceeded to chokeslam LF against the wall. I think we can see what subjects cause Jon to open up.


There’s no way this is an accident. Jon does not want to talk about his home, his family, or things he cares about with Daenerys though he is able to do all of that with Sansa and a litany of other characters during season 7. 

Daenerys is who she is though she tries to fight it. She cares about conquering, obedience from her subjects, and intimidating her enemies. She’s roughly equivalent to Achilles from the Illiad. She desires the fame, the feeling of being the focus. She does have a fondness for Jon, but she dominates their conversations in a way that prevents her from knowing ANYTHING about him other than his heroism and what other people tell her.

Of the three characters that I looked at; two use the same language (excepting Jon’s scenes with Daenerys) and desire the same things. Two talk about family. About home. About their people. Jon and Sansa. 

If compatibility of a potential King and Queen is important, and it seems pretty obvious that Jon Snow could only realistically end up with one of Daenerys or Sansa, then the pair that IS the most compatible and open with each other is pretty obvious… 


The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k


The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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Never Enough

Summary: Stiles is bummed about Lydia not liking him. You’re hurt inside because you’ve always loved him. After Stiles gets back from being beaten up, Lydia leaves to find Jackson. (This was when he was a Kanima). His dad sits down to talk with him.

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader, Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, fluff, angst, heartbreak.

Your P.O.V

I lean against my locker, forcing my gaze away from Stiles. He trailed after Lydia, who hadn’t a care in the world. In fact, she looked like she didn’t think Stiles existed. It was as if he was a fly on a wall. I watch the interaction, a pang in my chest began to grow. I have to admit, I’d always loved him. Stiles, I mean. But, to him, I was never enough. Even when we were younger, I was never beautiful in his eyes. It was excruciatingly obnoxious. I glance at Scott, who stood not far from Stiles. He gave me a pitiful smile. Even before he got his powers he knew I loved Stiles. He knew the interaction broke my heart. 

I sent him a smile he knew was fake before walking off. I couldn’t stand to watch it happen again. I am so tired of doing the same thing over and over again. I shake my head to distract myself. The game was tonight so I had to focus. Instead of meeting the pack for lunch in the cafeteria, I made my way to the lacrosse field to practice. I slip on my headphones, blasting them as loud as I possibly could. The more I hit the net, the angrier I got. When I missed the last shot, tears started to corrode in the crooks of my eyes. Not now.. not here.. I pack up my stuff and head home, not bothering to finish my last class. I was never enough… No matter how hard I tried- I would never be enough in his eyes..

Later That Night..

I sat down next to Scott, watching the game begin. I was a little late so I wasn’t able to be there for Coach to pick me. When he saw me though, he lit up. “(Y/n)! We were looking for you everywhere! You’re up to change next!” I nodded, putting on a forceful smile. A few seconds later, a person I didn’t expect to see sat down next to Scott. “Isaac??” I asked, perplexed. “What’re you doing here??” He smirked. A random sensation making its way into my body. A flutter.. of warmth? “I’m here to win. So-” he said looking at Scott. “What’s the plan?” Scott glanced between the two of us, smiling genuinely.

“(Y/n), Issac and you will be up soon. You’ve gotta knock enough people out so I can be on.” We nod in agreement before I made my way into the field. I glance back at Stiles, his eyes on Lydia, who was sitting next to Melisa. She wasn’t even looking back at him. She was watching Jackson. I roll my eyes huffing. Moments like these made me happy that I joined lacrosse. I noticed as soon as I made my way onto the field, the players seemed to tense up. I was the most aggressive player. People from other teams called me merciless. Which I was.

Isaac’s goal was to get as many of our players out so that Scott could get in. My goal was to destroy the other team and stall the game as long as I could. The mere thought of being Scott’s primary weapon made me feel powerful. I was fast. Too fast for any of them to catch. My adrenaline level had sky rocketed. And with this new found anger, I was ready for anything. I squat down low, eyeing each of the boys like they were my prey. My gaze halted when I found a large one. He was tall, really tall. But he was buff with a lot of weight. Ya know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. 

My breathing began to pick up as I stalked back and forth. I could tell there was a massive uneasiness between the boys on the other team. I guess my reputation proceeded me. The second they blew the whistle, I bolted across the field, faster than anyone of them could have predicted. Before the burly boy knew it, I dug my body weight from under his feet and through him over my shoulders. His face smacked the dirt like a sack of pudding hit a brick. The crowd ‘oohed’ at my harsh actions. One our players peered over at me, tossing over the ball as soon as I got up from drilling the boy. I ran across the field, dodging every move that came my way.

Finally there stood a boy a few feet in front of me. I smirk, barreling towards him, I push him out of the way before making the goal. However, Coach screamed louder than the rest. They called the point and we started again. Isaac was finally able to get Scott in, however he had to sit out due to an injury. I nod at him, saying with my eyes that it would be okay. Even after though, I felt his gaze harden on me. Something was different with him. I shake my head, pulling my focus back on the game. I paced back and forth, picking my next prey. The whole time though, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. Scott… It was a look of worry, something I was use to seeing from him. 

But the look he wore seemed a little different. Not worry for me. Confusion and worry. Confused as to how I was able to do what I did and worried for how heartbroken I actually was. I tore my gaze away, focusing on the game. Stiles scored the last few shots, winning the game for us. I was about to hug him when I realize his gaze was on her. It always was. And then, the lights went out. Screams and shouting echoed the field. I remove my helmet, trying to adjust to my surroundings. And then, the lights came on. People surrounded Jackson, who was apparently dead. 

Scott, Isaac and I exchanged confused glances. Mr. Stilinski broke through, shouting. “STILES?! WHERE IS MY SON?!” Oh my god.. They had him.. The rest of the night, I never left the Sheriffs side. I helped put out missing reports and slept in the police station, refusing to leave until he was found. Mr. Stilinski sat down next to me, two cups of coffee in his palms, handing one over to me, I smile as my inaudible thank you. He leans into me, whispering in a fatherly tone. “Why don’t you go home? Get some sleep, sport.” He only called Stiles and I that. I shake my head. “I won’t leave him. I won’t sleep tonight anyways..” He sighs, smiling down at me. “C'mon, you can stay at our house till he comes back.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Originally posted by hopesanddreams321

Third P.O.V

The moment we get home she sits down on the edge of his bed. (Y/n) didn’t sleep all night and all day. Mr. Stilinski coaxed her into changing into normal clothes. Besides that though, she remained in his room, at the foot of his bed. Despite her harsh and unhealthy attempts, (Y/n) finally fell asleep, teary eyed with dark circles, she was wrapped in a ball at the edge of his bed. Little did she know, Mr. Stilinski came in, pulling a blanket over her before sitting down at Stiles’ desk. He glanced down at her, sighing. “Where is my son..” A voice croaked from the door. “Right here..” It was.. Stiles. Mr. Stilinski stood up, crying as he hugged his son for dear life.

Originally posted by bestiadelgevaudan

After a few seconds though, he noticed the dark bruises and marks that cascaded across his face. “Who did this to you?!” He asked with quiet anger, remembering that (Y/n) was still well asleep. Stiles shook his head. “Dad- it was no one- just some kids at the other school who weren’t too happy that we beat them-” He interjected, angry. “I’m gonna have a word with that school-” Stiles shook his head. “No- dad- I’m fine-” Mr. Stilinski pulled him into a hug once more before letting him wake up (Y/n), who laid sleeping peacefully for the first time in god knows how long.

Your P.O.V

I curled myself deeper into his blankets, breathing in his comforting scent. Seconds later, I hear a mermir of two voices. It stirs me slightly, but doesn’t wake me. Minutes go by before I force and pry my droopy eye lids open there stood on outline of a boy. And then I realized, it was Stiles. Automatic joy rushed through me as i bolted up and off the bed, tackling him onto the floor. I sat on his lap, face burrowed in his neck. I started to shake. “Stiles- I-” He nodded, understandingly wrapping his arms around me. After a few minutes, I let go, eyes wide at his bruises. “Stiles! Oh my god! Who did this to you?!” He takes my wrists, sighing. “I’m fine, (Y/n).” 

With one of his thumbs he wiped away a tear. “I was so worried about you.. I thought-” My voice croaked. He pulls me into another warm hug. After talking for a little longer, he finally coaxes me to head on home. I hug him and Mr. Stilinski again before heading home. However, the whole trip home, I couldn’t help but feel broken. I noticed the endless presents on his desk, all of which were for Lydia. And guess where she was? With Jackson.. Always with Jackson. I hated this empty feeling.. I plug my headphones in, blasting the music. I needed to move on.. 

The minute I walked in the door, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see that it was from Isaac. We need your help. Meet us at the abandoned warehouse down the street. I look up from my phone, with a determined look. I drop my bag and sprint upstairs, shuffling through my belongings to open up my weapons. After grabbing them, I got in my mustang and headed over to the warehouse. 

Third P.O.V

Mr. Stilinski let Lydia in. She headed upstairs, knocking on his door. “I’m fine, Dad.” The knock came again, Stiles huffed, whipping open the door. “I said I’m fine-” He stopped when his eyes fell on Lydia. “Your dad let me in.” She muttered quietly. A heavy blush rushed through his cheeks. “Uhh- come in.” Cautiously, she did. “What happened to your face?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Pff- it’s nothing-” Lydia didn’t bother to press on. Stiles couldn’t help but feel an empty whole in his heart. He wanted her to love him. After a few seconds of silence, he walked over to see her teary. 

“They won’t let me see him..” Jackson. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.. What could he possibly say that would ease her? They sit at the edge of his bed. Lydia stands to pace, something that bought her strange comfort. Her eyes soon fell upon a massive pile of presents, mostly unwrapped. “Stiles, why do you have feminine products?” His eyes went wide as he scratched the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t sure what to get you for your birthday, so I just bought a bunch of stuff. Most of which, I’m gonna return.” She pointed at the TV, with a confused expression. 

“That, I’m definitely returning.” All of a sudden, she got a text. “You’re gonna wanna see this.” Jackson’s gone. “I have to find him.” Stiles stopped in front of her. “Lydia- it’s not safe- you have no care in the world about your life- but if you die- I’ll go out of the fricken mind!” She rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Fine. I’ll find him myself.” Stiles called after her, huffing. “Lydia!” She walked out, her strawberry blonde hair bounced up and down as she slammed the door. Stiles didn’t bother following her. He rested his head on the palm of his hand, moving his feet around in the spiny chair. 

Originally posted by loveahale-blog

A few seconds later, Mr. Stilinski leaned against the doorway. “So, you and her? Is there a thing there?” Stiles shakes his head, a sad expression plastered on his face. “No, she’s in love with someone else.” His dad chuckled slightly. Stiles asked puzzled. “What’s so funny?!” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, sitting down next to his oblivious son. “Son, if you haven’t noticed by now- I don’t think you ever will. I know this is not my business but a girl we’ve both known our whole lives has liked you just as long, if not longer, than the girl you were just with. Get some sleep, sport.” And with that, he left stiles to ponder his thought. However, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t think of anyone.

Your P.O.V

I pull into the warehouse parking lot. Scott and Isaac stood before me. “I told you not to call her!!” Scott hissed at him. I shake my head, smirking. “With what may or may not go down tonight, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.” I could have sworn Isaac’s eyes raked up and down my body before glancing back at Scott. “She’s right-” He said, biting his lip. “We need her.” Scott rolled his eyes before reluctantly heading in. Deep down, I was like a sister to him and a daughter to Melisa. I understood that he didn’t want to see me get hurt. I mean, I was human after all. To him, I was precious cargo. When we walk, I look over to see Mr. Argent. I was close with Allison so that brought me even closer to Chris. We respected each other. He shakes my hand, a small smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” I grinned. “You too, Mr. Argent.” All of a sudden, he tenses up. I run over my shoulder to see Derek walking out dramatically from the darkness. I can’t help but roll my eyes. He looks at all of us before stalking towards Jackson’s body. Scott questioned his motives, looking for something- someone else. “Wait! Where’s Lydia and Peter?!-” Derek mutters, unzipping the body bag. “There’s no time-” He interjected, roughly. “Think about it Scott! Gerard is just going to keep using Jackson- killing more people who dare to get in his way!” Mr. Argent took a few steps forward, shaking his head in denial. “No, no- that’s not true! Gerard wouldn’t let a wild animal let loose!” All of a sudden, another voice interrupted the argument. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

I turn over my shoulder to see.. Gerard. And in a matter of seconds, everything went to shit. An arrow shot out from behind Gerard. Scott and I croak at the same time. “Allison?” He had her too. I turn over my shoulder to see Isaac fall down. The arrow. Scott and I run over to him, Derek on the other hand, was thrown into the other room. Mr. Argent shot at the Kanima, Jackson, before running from him. “I’ll make sure he’s okay- GO! Help Chris!” I say towards Scott. Isaac nods, reassuringly. Scott looked between the two of us before running to the other room. I turn my attention back to Isaac. He laughs, despite the pain. “Ya know, (Y/n). Of all the ways to steal my heart- this has to be the worst.” I can’t help but smile. “Isaac, if I was gonna steal your heart- this wouldn’t be my first choice.”

I wrap my hands around the arrow, pulling it out. He groans, his head falling back. My heart picks up slightly at how attractive he looked in this moment. “How would you steal my heart then, (Y/n)?” Automatically, I blush. “I have a few ideas-” I say, winking at him before pulling him up and off the floor. I touch his chest with my hand. The interaction was sweet. “You okay?” He nods, stuttering slightly. I could have sworn his face flushed. “Uhh-yeah- I’m good. Let’s go.” We enter seconds before Derek is thrown to the ground. He gets up and we surround the Kanima. It was as if a whistle blew because in no time, we were fighting in unison. The Kanima, Jackson, threw Scott and Derek to the side. Isaac laid on the floor, not too far from me.

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Jackson made his way towards him. And in that moment, it was as if all my pain washed away and the only thing that mattered, was Isaac. I push myself up and run at Jackson with full force. I drop kick him in the stomach before jumping up to punch him. He falls to the ground with a loud thud. “DON’T!-” I punch. “EVER!-” I punch again. “TOUCH!-” And again. “HIM!-” I wrap my hands around his scaly collar, using all my strength and adrenaline to throw him against the concrete wall. It snapped in half. I was fuming, pulsating with energy and rage. It was a new found feeling. And I liked it. I could have sworn I saw a look shared between Isaac, Scott, Derek and Mr. Argent. And then, the adrenaline left. I fall to one knee, looking up to see Isaac holding his side, a smile on his face. However, it quickly fades when knife shards slice through him.

Originally posted by giinaslinetti

He spits out blood, falling to the floor. “NOO!!” I exclaimed. Allison snickered over his body, her daggers at the ready. Desperately, I begin to crawl over to her. However, before she could make any moves, her weapons fell to the ground with a loud clank. Jackson wrapped his scaly claws around her neck, choking her slightly. She gasps, looking over to Gerard with confusion. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He comes out from the shadows, smirking. Scott watched the interaction with fear. “He’s doing exactly what he came here to do.” Gerard smiled at him. “You knew.. You smelled it on me- at the station.” Isaac croaked, sitting up. “He’s dying..” He nodded. “Sadly, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer- but the supernatural does.” Mr. Argent barked at him, watching his daughter cautiously.

“You monster!! You took away my sister, my wife and now, now you threaten my daughter-!!” Gerard growled back at him. “I WOULD KILL MY OWN SON TO SURVIVE!” He turned his attention back towards Scott. “You know what you have to do Scott.” He looks down, ashamed before lifting Derek up. I push myself up, watching the interaction closely. Gerard lifted his hand up to the sky, letting out a victory cry. However, it was no victory. Seconds later, black goo dropped down his arm. He cried out in pain, glaring daggers at Scott. “MOUNTAIN ASH!!!” Scott glanced back and Derek and I, smiling. “I had a plan.” I couldn’t help but grin. Gerard crumpled to the ground, groaning. Jackson let go of Allison, puzzled now that his master was dead.

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Allison turned over her shoulder to kick him away. The minute she did so, a car ran through the door, running Jackson over. I force myself up despite the pain that emulated in my side. Isaac ran over to me, wrapping his hands in my face. “Are you okay?” I nod, looking over to see Rosco. Stiles shrieked as Jackson jumped on top of the car. Lydia hopped out. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He stuck to her, not even bothering to check on anyone else. She stood in front of Jackson, almost weeping. She croaked, holding up the key that he had given her. “Jackson?” The moment he saw it, he shifted back to a human. He hugged her as if his life deepened upon it. The minute they pulled away from each other, Derek and Peter came in for the kill. Lydia gasped, cradling his now lifeless body.

Originally posted by inveens

She reluctantly pulled herself away from him. Stiles took a step forward to comfort her. It made my heart break to watch him throw himself at her. However, he paused. We all looked down at him. He rose up, howling before he let out a growl and turned back to normal. Holy shit.. Lydia lunged forward, clinging to him. I glanced back at Stiles. His eyes were wet from heartbroken tears. I was so mad- how could someone as selfish as Lydia do that to someone like Stiles. He gave her everything. And she continued to treat him like dirt.. I turned over my shoulder. Not even daring to say goodbye. But as soon as I started walking, I felt dizzy and disoriented. And then, everything went black.

Third P.O.V

Isaac watched (Y/n) fall to the ground. Before she hit the concrete though, he caught her, concern washing over his feature. “(Y/n)!?! Scott! I need help! I think she’s lost too much blood!” He ran over to her. As did Allison, Mr. Argent, Derek and Stiles. Isaac lifts her up, cradling her now cold body. “SCOTT-!” He exclaims, petrified. “-SHE’S FREEZING!” Scott glanced at Stiles in fear, (Y/n) meant everything to them. “OKAY- C’MON! Deaton will know what to do!!” They hop in the Stiles’ jeep. Isaac held (Y/n) close to him. He couldn’t help but begin to feel something for her. Little did he know, he was falling for her. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face with his thumb. The interaction was so small yet so intricate. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles drove fast, desperate to help his friend. But deep down, a strange feeling began to bubble inside. It began when he first noticed the intimacy between his dear friend, (Y/n), and the fairly new werewolf, Isaac. The soft touches and lingering looks bothered him to no end. But why would it? Finally, they pulled up to Deaton’s office, shuffling in. An hour pasted before Deaton came out from examining (Y/n). “So, how is she?” Isaac asked, his tone full of genuine concern. He glanced back at her body before eyeing the boys. The rest of them arrive seconds later before the doctor spoke again. “How’s (Y/n)?” Mr. Argent asked, his daughter at his side. Deaton sighed, rubbing his temples. “I was just about to tell the boys before you burst in. Did anything happen to (Y/n) when you fought? Like, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?” 

Scott nodded, glancing between Derek, Isaac and Mr. Argent, who saw the events transpire. “Yeah, she threw Jackson, in Kanima form, across the room and broke the concrete wall in half. She’s human-” Stiles interrupted, wide eyed. “Wait- she THREW Jackson?!?! In KANIMA form?!?!” Derek nodded, jaw tight. “I’ve never seen that kind of power before..” And in that moment, they all looked back at her. Her body was motionless. Stiles looked at his best friend memories of their childhood flouded in his head. “What’s wrong with her..?” His voice croaked. Deaton sighed again. “I was looking through some old supernatural books and there is a story that’s said to revolve around the birth of supernatural creatures. And sometimes, there are true creatures. Creatures that are born with a legacy. Rarely, however, the supernatural can create something- new. It can evolve-” Stiles rudely buds in. 

Originally posted by haleinskis

“So, what’s this go to do with, (Y/n)?!” They looked back at her before glancing back at Deaton. “She’s an evolution. A new creation. Completely natural too. Nothing in her system’s out of the ordinary.-” Scott asks, with pure curiouscity. “So, what is she?” He sighs. “She’s human but I believe she’s two other creatures-” He pauses, Stiles shouts. “WHAT IS SHE?!” He looks up at them. “I’m not totally sure-” Stiles barks back at him again. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT SURE?!” Scott pushes him back. “Stiles-” He looked back at Scott and then back at Deaton, breathing heavily through his nose. “Isaac walked forward.

 “So, what do you think she is?” The doctor shrugs, shaking his head. “I’m not one-hundred percent sure. There are hundreds of creatures she could be..” Derek nodded. “So what are we gonna do about it?” The vet doctor glanced at the young motionless body. “You keep an eye on her. Her real abilities should finally awaken during the blue moon.” Isaac and Stiles spoke in unison. “That’s tomorrow!” Deaton shrugged. “You boys have a lot of work to do.” 

(I hope to turn this into a series. MESSAGE ME or INBOX ME if you want me to continue it. I was thinking succubus and vampire reader??)

Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine with RFA + Saeran with a very short MC? Probably like 4'10-5'0 ft. This could be NSFW but doesn't have to be! :) thanks!

Anonymous said:

Hello there ^^ I would like to please request the RFA reacting to meeting the MC for the first time, but she’s a lot shorter than they expected. I wonder what that would be like since I’m 4'11 (about 150cm) and almost 20, so I feel like I look younger than I actually am T^T Thank you!

ok bUT CAN YOU BELIEVE WE’VE DONE HUNDREDS OF REQUESTS BUT NOT SHORT MC?? I swear most blogs have it, especially one that’s been around for a while like us;; I can’t believe it myself. Anyway, this will be SFW.

I made it more like mini-fics than a reaction because I can’t imagine anything other than, well, surprise and coming to terms with it. I’m sure you guys have read tons of short MC headcanons elsewhere already ahaha ^^

(Note: let’s assume MC has passed the age of puberty, otherwise being short before the end of puberty isn’t too surprising, you know?)

–R.I.

Request Killing: 7/30


Reactions to a Short MC

Yoosung

  • Out of everyone else in the RFA, he’d be the most mature and least judgmental about this, surprisingly
  • Honestly, he’d just be so excited to even meet you, he wouldn’t care how tall or short you were, or how you looked at all
  • Doesn’t even realize that you’re short until Seven starts making jokes about it
  • Yoosung would defend you first before looking at you more carefully and realizing that you were shorter than the average person your age, but he still wouldn’t care
  • “Don’t worry too much about it,” he comforts you, flashing a cheerful smile. “Being short isn’t a bad thing!”
  • Gets angry for you every time someone makes a comment about your height
  • Never teases you
  • Sure, sometimes it was difficult to find you in a crowd, but that gave him an excuse to hold your hand
  • He also loved getting things for you whenever you couldn’t reach
  • He just enjoys your company and treats you with respect regardless—just because you’re short, it would never mean he should respect you any less. At least, that’s what Yoosung believes

Zen

  • With him being as tall as he is, he thought he would be able to spot you in the crowds immediately at the party
  • Apparently he was wrong. He swore he’d be able to recognize you even though he’d never seen you before, and yet it’s been an hour since the party officially began and he hadn’t seen anyone that reminded him of you
  • And then he’d feel a poke on his back and turn around to find… no one
  • Huh?
  • You tugged at his sleeve, making him look down. Oh.
  • Though he hadn’t been the one to find you, he did recognize you immediately, and a big smile stretched across his face. “MC!” he exclaimed in glee, reaching his arms out to hug you—only to realize he wouldn’t be able to reach you unless he lowered them
  • Well… He was nearly an entire foot taller than you, after all.
  • Doesn’t understand why he feels a wave of pride rushing through him when he realizes how adorably short you are
  • But he loves it.
  • Uses you as a head rest, his arms hanging loosely around your shoulders
  • Asks to compare your hand and feet sizes, even though he knows he’s bigger than you in every way
  • Jokingly flirts as your hands are pressed together for comparison, “If you were a little taller, this could’ve been that much more romantic… I would’ve been able to put my forehead against yours, you know~?”
  • Loves teasing you about your height because you flash him an adorable attempt of a scary look every time
  • But he hates when someone else makes jokes about your short stature, and defends you every time

Jaehee

  • At first, she didn’t think that short person awkwardly trying to catch her attention in a subtle way was “MC” but realized that it really was you when you introduced yourself
  • Extremely surprised that you’re shorter than her
  • She thought she was short already (especially since she was surrounded by the tall RFA men, but Jaehee is actually average height)
  • She feels like she’s your older sister
  • Tempted to tease you, and beams innocently as she gives into the temptation
  • “MC~ Can you help me get this, please~? I can’t seem to reach it,” she said, pointing to something on a shelf that she could clearly reach if she stretched her hand
  • Would be taken aback when you basically climbed the shelf and returned with the item in hand, acting nonchalant about it
  • After the initial high of teasing you was over, she’d just talk to you like normal
  • But every now and then she’d find herself smiling because you look adorable and she can’t help but fawn over tiny things
  • Uh, not that she would say you’re tiny, of course…

Seven

  • He doesn’t hold himself back from squeezing you into a hug the first moment he sees you
  • Seven had already seen how you looked in the photos he’d found when he researched about you, but seeing you with his own two eyes made him realize just how short you really were
  • A goofy grin was on his face as he spun you around in his arms
  • “Why didn’t you tell me you were so cute and cuddly~?” he asked, pouting as he continued to hold onto you. Seriously, he had no qualms about being so touchy despite having only just met you
  • You’d stick your tongue out at him for calling you cute—gosh, you weren’t a little kid!
  • But he’d continue to treat you like one, even after the party. You would’ve thought the hype about your short height would’ve worn off soon, but it didn’t.
  • He’d use you as an arm rest
  • Lifts you up and spins you randomly
  • Tells you to look both ways when crossing the street, every time, saying that other people wouldn’t be able to see you because you were so short
  • Uses you as a teddy bear, cuddling you every chance he got. (But always ‘just friends’ though, according to him)
  • Pretends to forget your age all the time and asks when your 7th birthday will be
  • Teases you so much, you almost regret ever going to that party…
  • The next time you meet up with him, you were definitely wearing heels. It wouldn’t increase your height all too much, but it sure would let you stomp on his toes. Maybe then he’d fall down in pain. Who’s short now, huh?

V

  • He couldn’t help but worry about you the entire time at the party, nervously following you everywhere
  • Eventually, you’d be fed up that he just kept following you and not saying anything
  • He didn’t answer when you demanded why, averting your eyes as he thought to himself that you were short like a kid, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust you by yourself… There were so many people at the party, who knows when someone could bump into you?
  • And as you stood there, arms crossed, waiting for his response, that was exactly what happened.
  • A lady knocked into you by accident, causing you to trip and fall into V’s arms
  • It was then that he noticed just how short you were, because he couldn’t help but compare your height to his own
  • Before he knew it, the words had left his lips, “So much shorter than I thought…”
  • He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you whacked at his arm, he realized his mistake
  • Feels guilty for insulting you and stays far away for the rest of the party
  • Over time he’d get used to it
  • Would pet your hair a lot
  • Looks out for you as if you were his younger sibling
  • Hugs you as a greeting, but always ends up lifting you off the ground by accident
  • Apologizes profusely every time
  • But he never learns from his mistake honestly
  • At least he treats you to a drink after, which you liked because you could spend time getting to know this mysterious man better :)

Jumin

  • “Are you lost, miss?”
  • That was what Jumin had asked when he first saw you at the party, only to realize that you’re the MC he always talked to in the chatroom
  • His eyes widen slightly as he realizes that you’re much shorter than he imagined
  • He did expect a height difference since women were normally shorter than men, but he had expected you to be around Jaehee’s height
  • Still, he didn’t comment about it, instead greeting you with a professional smile as he asked how the party was
  • You roll your eyes at his formality, telling him to drop the act since you were friends, after all
  • Jumin would have trouble stopping himself from glancing at you constantly, still focused on your height
  • Also worried that he’d lose sight of you
  • Questions your age over and over, even though the answer doesn’t change
  • Until he asked for the 60th time and you dryly reply that you were a few centuries old and shrinking. “Happy now?” you sigh
  • It was then that Jumin realizes his rudeness, and smiles sheepishly
  • He puts an arm around you so that he doesn’t have to keep looking at you to make sure you weren’t lost, holding on tightly
  • But then he feels a strong tug on the tail of his tuxedo, and he turns to face you, only to realize that his arm was around your neck
  • “…Oh. My bad. I thought that was your waist.”

Saeran

  • He had been hiding out near the bathrooms (where hardly anyone passed through), waiting for you to pass by so he could take you away
  • Well, he was lucky that you’d been dared to drink as much as you could tonight (Seven had been teasing your alcohol tolerance because of your height, saying you couldn’t possibly hold your alcohol with such a stature…)
  • You were running to the bathroom, trying to make it to the toilet to throw up, because… well… you’d had waaaay more drinks than your body could handle
  • Unfortunately, Saeran hadn’t been aware of this.
  • I say “unfortunately” because he wouldn’t have grabbed you so quickly, had he known. And then you wouldn’t have vomited all over him.
  • SHIT!” he swore, wrinkling his nose at the stench. But a job was a job, and he had to escape quickly before anyone noticed you were missing. So, out the window he went, leaving behind a trail of bile. This was probably the most disgusting (and obvious, honestly… someone’s going to notice the vomit and lack of its culprit) kidnappings Saeran has done in a while.  
  • He was still surprised that you were so short, though, as he carried you. He laid you gently in the back of the car, and you fit just perfectly thanks to your height. He bit back a smile, finding it amusing. Then he proceeded to drive all the way back to headquarters.
  • Although he had been ordered to take you to the Saviour immediately upon returning with MC captured, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by you… so he decided to lie down beside you, even though he wasn’t supposed to.
  • He held you in his arms, relishing the feeling of your body against his own, secretly comparing how much shorter you were in comparison to him.
  • He gently lifted your hand, smiling at how much smaller yours looked when he held it. You were so much shorter and smaller up close, appearing so innocent… 
  • And Saeran couldn’t help but relax while holding you like this, gradually drifting off to sleep.
  • Well, he would only have this night with you, after all. He felt a bit regretful, but he knew he couldn’t go against the Saviour’s desires… whatever her intentions would turn out to be.

You know, the BNHA fandom is a really wonderful place.

Ship wars? Don’t even really exist.

There’s not TodoDeku vs. TodoMomo, no IzuOcha vs. MidoTsuyu vs. Tsuchako, no KiriBaku vs. Kacchako, no KamiJirou vs. MomoJirou, etc.

And brotps are everywhere. Don’t ship it romantically? You probably broship it.

Polyships, broships, gay ships, and straight ships are all over the place and there’s no fighting.

KatsuDeku fans understand that some people find their ship uncomfortable and they tag it.

There’s no hate for the girls. Yaoyorozu, Asui, Hagakure, Ashido, Jirou, Uraraka, Hatsume, Kendou, Shiozaki, and Toga? All awesome.

There’s no twisting the parents into horrible people. Mrs. Bakugou? Kickass mom who don’t take no shit. Mr. Bakugou? Nicest dad on the face of the planet who keeps his wife and son from killing each other. Mr. Jirou? Protective dad who just wants what’s best for his daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka? Loving parents who are so proud of their little girl. Inko? Mom of the goddamn year; she’s amazing and we all know it. Mrs. Todoroki? Tragically abused woman who wants to make up for hurting her son, loves her children to death, and just wants them to be happy. All Might? Not technically anyone’s dad, but he might as well be, and he’s awesome at it.

The only really awful parent is Endeavor, and there is absolutely no one in the fandom who tries to justify his behavior.

Even All For One is a sorta okay dad to Shigaraki, in a weird way.

And the headcanons, good lord, the headcanons.

There’s just so much to think about.

Who’s the traitor? And why? What’s this character’s sexuality? How about this one? Is this character trans? What gender does this character identify as?

Trans!Bakugou, nonbinary!Kaminari, pan!Kirishima, etc. are all just accepted and no one really gets shit for it.

Speaking of Bakugou, no one’s trying to pretend he has some sort of excuse. The entire fandom is aware that he’s a dick, and they don’t try to give him a tragic backstory to justify it. He’s the way he is because nobody ever criticized him as a kid, and whether you like him or not he’s a great character.

All of the characters are flawed, but those flaws are accepted; those flaws make us love the characters even more.

And the nicknames; they’re great too. I’ve already made a post about that, though, so I’ll ignore it here.

And then there’s the way people look at the series; the analyses, and the way some people notice things that others wouldn’t.

The character hate is beautiful too, in a way. Characters aren’t hated because they’re bad characters. Endeavor (probably the #1 most despised character) is hated for being a shitty dad. Muscular is hated for killing Kouta’s parents and generally being a dick. Mineta (who some people like and others don’t) is often disliked because he’s a perv. But those traits are never viewed as the only part of the character.

Endeavor has an inferiority complex. It doesn’t justify shit, but it’s there and we all know it, and people have pointed out the similarities his character shares with Bakugou. Muscular is a horrible person, but he’s a great villain who had one of the most intriguing battles in the series. Mineta is an incorrigible flirt, but he flirts with all girls, even old ladies, and it’s pretty obvious that he’s a good person. On top of that, his character has actually shown a little bit of growth (even if it is admittedly a little fun to ignore said growth for the sake of comedy).

And shipping something doesn’t mean ignoring other relationships. Uraraka is always extremely close to Midoriya, even in KatsuDeku and TodoDeku fics. Kirishima is always Bakugou’s bro, even when the pairing isn’t KiriBaku.

I could probably rant on about why this fandom is so amazing for years, but this post is already ridiculously long.

This fandom is an absolutely wonderful place and I really hope it stays that way.

Last night episode was personally the best episode arrow has ever produced. This was a very deep character study of oliver queen. It tied perfectly to his time in the island, his state of mind when he came back to starling as the hood, and present day oliver. After all, they are the same man just in very different states of mind.

To understand this episode properly I think we must remember that for five years Oliver Queen was a slave of circumstances and others. For five years his entire existence was out of his control. He had no control over his circumstances, over his body, over how his body was shaped into a weapon and how his body was used as a means to an end. For five years Oliver Queen wasn’t treated as a human being but shaped into a weapon that you could use as you pleased to achieve whatever purpose you had. 

That matters because all that contributed to how and why Oliver slowly but surely stopped seeing himself as a person as a human being. Instead for five years the darkest side of human nature were fostered and used and abused. He was constantly pushed into dark headspaces were he still had no control. Slowly he began to think of himself as a monster who carried great darkness with him. He began thinking he was irredeemable. 

Talia confirmed that for him. She saw that monster and that darkness. And she provided him with a mask to channel that into action. Oliver bought into that. I think for him that was who he really was…he wasn’t someone he was something. something else. He was the weapon that was in the making for five years. 

When Oliver came back to Starling city he really didn’t think himself as a person he thought of himself as something. Oliver Queen was just a vessel for the monster. He needed him because it gave him a form but really all he cared about was The Hood. 

S1 Oliver probably did find pay off in killing and to an extent it did probably bring him a sort of enjoyment. Not in the sense that he wanted to kill just to kill but in the sense that he believed he was helping but also he was finally in control again. Killing gave him control. This is a man who for five years was used and abused and forced into a weapon. So yes, finally having control over your body and skills was probably exhilarating to him. S1 Oliver was darkness. He was a man who believed he was a monster and irredeemable but if he had to live he was going to be in control and try to do something good. That’s why he did. But at first he had no motivation to try to find another way because he had no concerns over his humanity simply because he didn’t believe he had one. 

This is why s1 Oliver struggled so much with reconnecting with his family and friends. This is why s1 Oliver couldn’t trust his best friend, mother, and sister  would love present day him because in his mind there was nothing left of that person. Now he was a weapon. He was darkness and a monster. He still loved them though. Oliver has always loved them. It doesn’t matter how people used him or how they destroyed his perception of himself the one thing he never lost was his ability to love his family and friends with everything he’s got. But even then he loved them in the best way he could and for him that was loving them by keeping them away from the monster he saw when he looked in the mirror. He wanted to let them believe he was still the man they loved and lost because that would help them. And he could give them that mask. 

I think that changed slowly through Diggle & Felicity because Diggle & Felicity met Oliver at his lowest and darkest time. When he had given up on his humanity and his ability to be someone other than a weapon. Earning their trust and love changed him because they saw goodness in him. This was later extended to Tommy, Moira and Thea. Tommy finding out his secret and before he died telling him he wasn’t all those awful things. Moira telling him she knew and she was proud of him. Thea reacting with love, support, and pride when she found out about his secret. All these things scraped the rust that had formed over his perception of himself. So yes, he started to believe he is a hero and that made all the difference in his life. Oliver found a purpose in his mission of helping people. 

Its a beautiful story because when Oliver told Prometheus his friends are his strength he wasn’t lying.

 Oliver’s entire journey has been shaped by love. The love he has for his family and friends and the love they have for him. The love he has because at the end of the day he guarded this in the deepest part of his heart and never let anyone take that from him. He never stopped loving them. Their love for him because in a way it slowly began to rescue him. Their love prove to him that he was worth loving that he must have some light in him- even when he didn’t know what that was. He knew it was there.

Now the hardest part is that unfortunately that is all not enough. It is not enough if he can’t love himself. And at the end of the day that has always been Oliver’s biggest and hardest battle. The one within. Learning to love himself again. Learning to believe in himself again. Learning to see himself as someone who is human, flawed, but at the end of the day still good and worth it. This is all something Oliver has to do for himself. Felicity can’t do it for him. Thea can’t do it for him. Diggle can’t do it for him. It is something only Oliver Queen can do for himself. 

I love Arrow and Oliver Queen because Oliver’s journey is one grounded on the resilience of the human soul and our ability to come back from the darkest of places and find goodness within ourselves. It is a journey about learning to love oneself despite our flaws and our darkest parts. It is about learning to harness the goodness and light without ignoring that most of us carry darkness within. It is about choosing to be good despite our losses, circumstances and flaws. 

Oliver’s most courageous battle has always been the one to save himself. 

Me starting Hunger Pangs in early 2016: lol what even is this, okay, so there’s a vampire and a werewolf who fall in love and hilarity ensues, maybe have something in there about overcoming prejudices or something, throw in a war or cultural divide idk PUNS so many puns this is going to be the fluffiest piece of feel good shit ever.

Me reviewing final draft of Hunger Pangs in 2017:


“He promised us,” the vampire wailed as blood streamed from his nose, shrinking in on himself as Nathan stepped toward him again, “I didn’t think it’d come to this, I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think,” Vlad interjected coolly, “that a megalomaniac with an insatiable lust for control over death, wouldn’t try to control vampires, a part of the undead race, and use them to open up a portal to the Underworld? Are you mad?! He’s been using zombies for centuries!”

“But we’re—”

“Melville, I swear if you say ‘better than them’ I will personally twist your head off and sew it on backwards.”

“He promised us freedom!”

“Freedom from what?!” Vlad shouted, and Ursula took a prudent step back. She could feel the electric charge in the air, thrumming between her teeth. “We’re a race of immortal parasites sitting on top of centuries of wealth and privilege, founded on war and slavery, what could you possibly need to be liberated from?!”

“Elizabeth was right,” Melville spat, still trying to avoid Nathan even as he sneered at Vlad, fangs on show, “You’re weak. You let this dog and his,” his black eyes darted to Ursula, “bitch get into your head. But then again you always were a human lover. Anyone could see it, the way you doted on that half-breed sister of yours. She’ll be the first up against the wall, her and her little pet huma—”

Lightning flashed.

Nathan reached up, tentatively checking to see if he still had eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Vlad, staring wide eyed at the blackened spot where Melville had been, doubled over and threw up.

“There, there,” Ursula soothed, patting him lightly on the shoulder. “Most people don’t know their own strength until they have to use it. You did very well though,” she smiled as he looked incredulously up at her, ”keep it up and we might just win.”


……..I did not intend for this…

late night kiss pt. 6

whaA/N: wow, uh. it’s been almost 5 months since i updated this story… please forgive me, i have made it longer than all the other parts for you all……. please don’t kill me over the ending also no worries, this isn’t the last part

summary: Following Peter to confirm your suspicions has some unforeseen consequences.

pairing: peter parker x reader

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You’d laid in your bed, awake until two hours before you had to get up for school, and thought about Spider-Man and Peter.

They had to be the same person. They just had to be.

There were three main reasons why you were convinced that Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

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New Beginning

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requested:  YN played Shelley Godfrey on Hemlock Grove and have been dating Bill ever since.Both their careers are on top now and they’re considered the golden couple now.Just a lot of fluff/romantic Bill.What do you think?

Word count: 1086

Author’s note : when the letter is in cursive and black it’s because of a memory/ flashback

Originally posted by alxanderskarsgard

The black dress looked stunning on her, it fit her curves perfectly, it was a gift from Bill. She was used to being photographed and people knowing about her life, even though she and Bill tried to keep it as private as possible.

Y/N went with Bill to the IT premiere, they both were beyond excited, it was a special day.

“It’s pretty big.” Y/N looked at the beautiful diamond ring on her finger.

“Only the best for my girl” Bill winked at her witch caused Y/N to blush.

“How do you think they are going to react?I mean It’s been almost a week and they are going to find out not even from us, but from the pictures…” the nervousness started being present in her body “ Maybe I should take it off and tell them ours-”Bill cut her off.

“Hey, it’s alright, they are not going to get mad, everything it’s going to be fine, alright?” He cupped her face in his hands and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs softly. She looked up at him and nodded, a smile appeared on Bill’s features, a beautiful one.


Bill was in the kitchen looking for a snack, when he saw Y/N. She was dressed for going out.

“Where are you going?” Bill asked confused.

“To look for a dress, I need one for the premiere, I thought I told you” she grabbed her coat and the car keys.

“Yeah you did” Bill approached her. “ But i’m already way ahead of you” now she was the confused one.

“What do you mean?” his arms went around her, putting her body closer to his.

“Well…you may have a surprise in the living room.” He smiled down at her. The excited girl rushed to the living room, once there she looked around for the gift, her eyes met with a large red box on the coffee table.

Bill followed her footsteps, but calmer, and leaned on the door frame looking how his girlfriend opened the present with happiness.

“No way!No,no,no,no,no. You didn’t!” Y/N could not believe what was before her eye, the black dress she wanted. “How did you know?” She got up from the ground, leaving the dress carefully on the grey couch, giving it one last look before approaching Bill.

“You know, when you talk to me, you think that I don’t listen, but I do. A different thing is that I do not listen to others, but you always.”

“Thank you, Bill. You’re the best.”She hugged him.

“That’s not all”He said.

“What do you mean that’s not all?”

“There is something else in that box.” She frowned her eyebrows and went again to the coffee table where the box was, and it was true, something else was there, a little velvet box.

“What are this,earrings?” She asked with excitement.

“You’ll see.” Bill was serious now.

She took the little velvet box in her hand, she hesitated a bit in opening it, but eventually she did it. There were not earrings, there was a diamond ring, a big one. Y/N’s eyes went from the ring to Bill, he was kneeling in front of her. At that moment was when it hit her, he was asking her to marry him. Bill didn’t even had to ask. She threw herself into his arms, making both of them to fall, but that did not matter to them.

“YES!I WANT TO MARRY YOU!” Her face was a constant smile as well as Bill’s.He took the tiny box from her hand, pulling the ring out and putting it on her finger.

“I love you” He said.

“So do I, my fiancé.” She was so happy to say that word. Y/N started spreading kisses all over Bill’s face, making him laugh.


Every camera was on them, Y/N’s hand was on Bill’s chest allowing the ring to be seen, one of his hands was around her waist keeping her closer to him and the other in his pocket. Even though she had pretty high heels, Bill was still a lot taller than her.

“I will never get used to the flashes, I hate that light.” Bill laughed at her words, he knew how much she didn’t like the camera flashes, it was not the fact that they took photos, it was the annoying light of the cameras. 

She could see how people looked at them, pointed at her hand and talked about it, it was the first time that anyone was seeing the ring and It was the way they decided to announce it to everyone, even their family. Announcing the engagement on the IT premiere was Bill’s idea, at the beginning she wasn’t sure about it due to as how their families would react to it, she thought it was better if Bill and her told them personally, not because of some pictures or interviews. But she decided to listen to her now fiancé, Bill.

At the corner of her eye, she saw Gustaf and Alexander, Bill’s older brothers, her nervousness grew, she did not know what to do, so she started hitting Bill lightly on the arm, making him notice his brothers. 

“Stay calm, nothing bad it’s going to happen.” It was true, but she was still nervous.

“Hello Roman and Shelley Godfrey.” Gustaf said.

“We are going to have the same last name now, but not because of some TV serial.” She didn’t know how, but those words came out of her mouth. Both men looked confused, while Bill and Y/N smiled at them.

“Hold up a minute….”Alexander started talking “Are you two?Did you get?” But he could not finish his sentence, so Y/N just hold her hand up, showing the diamond ring.

“No way!” Gustaf was the first one to hug them both “ Congratulations guys”

“It seems like our little brother is getting bigger.” Alexander hugged them as well.

“So, when are you going to have babies? I can’t wait to have a nephew.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide at Gustaf’s words, she was not ready for a baby not yet.

“Hey,hey,hey, we just got engaged, we’re not married yet, no rush for a baby.” Bill said for both of them.

“I give them six months, what about you?” Gustaf said to Alexander.

“I say…one year or after the wedding, I’m sure something is gonna come out of the wedding night.” The two grown men laughed.

“Stop talking about our sexual life or having babies, when we’ll have a baby, you’ll find out, promise.”

Y/N’s cheeks were already red because of the discussion the brothers were having, she got closer to Bill,holding harder onto him. Bill looked down at her and winked, then he kissed her forehead sweetly, making the scene the perfect picture for the cameras.


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octoberwisdom10  asked:

I adored what you had to say on how some adjustments in meaning really change how Kokichi comes across in the English version of V3. REALLY important question: Kokichi hates murder. So what was his motivation for the events of the chapter four trial? What are the circumstances of his decisions? He clearly established himself as someone who walks the line, but is there a difference for him between having a line and killing, going against one of his core values? Was he testing the game? What's up?

So many Chapter 4 questions, so little time. Thankfully, it’s one of my favorite chapters in any DR game so I don’t mind talking about it at all!

I hope it’s okay if I answer all of these in one big post! I get a lot of questions about Chapter 4 specifically (as you can see) and I thought it’d be best if I try to address all the points in common that these questions have. I’ll try to hit the main points, which are: “Why did Ouma get two people killed if he’s morally against murder?”, “Why didn’t Ouma let everyone vote wrong in the trial and get them all killed to put them out of their misery?”, and “Was Ouma’s reaction just before Gonta’s execution genuine or not?”

I’ve written quite a few pieces of meta with regards to Chapter 4 in the past, the most recent of which might help clear up the first of these points (and a little bit of the second)! The post is here, if anyone’s curious.

In any case, I’ll try to make this my big “what went down in Chapter 4” post, but I will be discussing spoilers for Chapters 5 and 6 as well, so anyone who hasn’t reached the second half of the game should only read if they’re okay with that.

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The Only Exception (Part 9)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,249

Warnings: language, confrontation, threats, therapy session, talks of trauma, dangerous situation, talk of messed up people. Author note under cut.

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ALRIGHT ONCE AGAIN let’s talk about the difference between the sexualization in other movies and Lois Lane’s bathtub scene in batman v superman. Lots of people have done this already and I thank you all for that. But some people are still not getting it. 

For those of you who have seen Iron Man 2, you know very well there is a scene where Black Widow strips down in the back of Happy’s car. Note that Natasha makes it very clear that she does not want to be watched or seen when she does this, but you have Happy spying on her anyway against her wishes, thus objectifying her. She clearly didn’t want him to look and he did anyway, and there is the further perverse impression that the viewer is spying on her body in the same way that Happy is.  Or how about in Star Trek: Into Darkness, when Dr. Carol Marcus tells Kirk to turn around while she changes? Then, of course, he doesn’t listen and he turns around anyway, thus causing her to demand that he turn around again. Once again, this is a woman being objectified for her body – the character explicitly asks not to be viewed in a such a way, and yet she is anyway. Like with Natasha, her wishes as a person – a human being – are directly ignored. Arguments can even be made that they needed to change for whatever reason, because hey – women have a right to change clothes as they please.

A scene is not automatically sexualizing because a woman is naked, or has consensual sex. Women have a right to be/do those things if they choose. But in both of these examples, you have the women’s bodies portrayed as more important than their characters/personalities/wants/needs. That is sexualization, without a doubt. 

Now let’s look at the bathtub scene. You have Lois Lane, understandably taking a bath because she had a traumatic and confusing/mysterious experience that she wants to piece together (lots of people use bathing/shower times to think. No, she is not clothed because obviously people generally don’t wear clothes in the bath. But it is still noticeable that the camera is almost entirely focused on her face the whole time. The amount of skin that is shown is really quite minimal (though skin is never the issue – it’s the way the skin is depicted). 

Nonetheless, when Clark enters the room, a big factor is that he is making DIRECT EYE CONTACT with her the whole time. He is looking at her, not at her body. This helps establish that he values her for more than her body. In fact, what does he come in to do? He enters to simply inform her that he is cooking dinner and making other gestures to suggest that he cares for her. Further, it is Lois that continues the conversation, indicating that she wants him to stay there with her (which is quite the opposite of what happened in the other two movies I mentioned, in which the women demanded that the men look away or leave).

In this scene, Lois and Clark have a legitimate, necessary discussion that moves the plot along and lays out Lois’s motivations as a CHARACTER quite clearly. You learn that she is suspicious of what happened, and that she has a thirst for knowledge. You learn that she cares deeply about Clark and the world’s reactions to him. This scene serves as character development for her (something that many female characters are unfairly denied). She exists in this scene as more than just an attractive body – she is a breathing, thinking person. 

At no point does Lois suggest that she does not want Clark there. When he tentatively makes physical contact with her, she grabs onto him. And when he climbs into the bathtub to disprove her concerns that “he can’t love her and still be him,” he pauses to see if she is okay with it. And it is clear as day that she is – she smiles, laughs, and leans backwards to make room for him.  Is it sexualization if two consenting adults in love engage in this sort of behavior? No. That’s pretty much human nature. 

And why a bathtub scene, many of you ask? I’m sure many of you think it was unnecessary and pointedly included to sexualize Lois. But this scene is straight up foreshadowing. Lois essentially asks Clark if he can  be Superman and love her at the same time. He responds in a silly though meaningful way by jumping fully clothed into the bathtub so that he can kiss her. This implies that he would do anything for her. 

And what happens later in the movie? Oh yeah. He jumps into the water to save her from drowning, meanwhile abandoning the fight against Doomsday. He stops being Superman and becomes a mere man in love…for her. And then to further prove this foreshadowed point, he implies that he is going to sacrifice himself for Lois in particular. 

And last but not least, it is meant to disprove the idea that Lois and Clark’s biological differences stand in the way of this sort of thing. We learn quickly that they don’t, and that they’re in love, and that they’d do anything for each other. Case closed. Characters developed. Relationship established. Sexualization not achieved.

imaginary friend // h.s

author’s note: A quick shoutout to @iloveyouhaz because I submitted a part of this story to her and she was kind enough to read it and give me feedback! Hope y’all enjoy! P.S: I had the song ‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ by Dodie Clark on repeat while writing this, so give it a listen while you read! You can find it here.

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summary: Harry has an imaginary friend called Y/N

Even as a child, Harry was introverted. While the other children his age would be out and about playing, he preferred to stay in the comfort of his bedroom, spending time with his imaginary friend Y/N.

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Cherry Flavor

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“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.

“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.

“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”

Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.

Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”

“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”

“I…um, sure,” he said. Connor got up.

“Do you want a slushee? I’ll buy you one.”

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AnY Chapter 146 Spoilers ➸

Below the cut you will find my personal (and very sloppy) summary of chapter 146 with some pictures. There’s uhh… spoilers and stuff (duh) so be careful XD

Was this chapter worth the secretary at my school finding Hana Yume in my bag, going “Oh my, look it’s Hana to Yume!”, pulling it out in front of the staff and saying, “I used to read this so long ago!” while everyone burst out laughing at us? You bet!

As I will no doubt say until the end of time, please take this summary with a grain of salt. First off, it’s not a word for word translation, it’s a summary, so expect my own personal flair and interpretation to be throughout. Second, and more importantly, I am not fluent in Japanese. I will try to make it clear when I am struggling and unsure, but take everything lightly, as a single kana can throw me off a true meaning and I will not catch more difficult phrases and wordplay. I’m still learning, so keep that in mind.

This aside, enjoy the chapter! I know I sure did ^ ^

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The Recruit (Chapter 14) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 75, Part II”

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT… and dirty talk and cursing and fluff and Shake Shack and ugh. this chapter. 

A.N.: I redid this chapter into a one-shot for Mitch Week, and if you feel like you should skip it because you read it, you could not be more wrong. Enjoy the real version of “Day 75, Part II”.

Summary: Mitch and Y/N arrive in New York City and kill time on their first day before heading to meet Mitch’s brother for dinner.

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“Ugh, it’s so good. I’m so happy.” You threw your head back in ecstasy as Mitch watched you and grinned. “How’s your burger?”

“Really good.” He crumbled into a fit of laughter as you took another massive bite from your SmokeShack Shake Shack burger. You were sitting across the repurposed wooden table in the crowded restaurant in the depths of New York’s Penn Station when you saw your phone vibrate with a text notification. You slid it over to Mitch. He didn’t have a phone and he was using yours to get in touch with his brother. “Steve is going to meet us at Cipriani Club 55 downtown in three hours. He left a key with his doorman for us to get in and drop off our stuff.” Mitch read the text message on your iPhone, closed it, and slid it back over to you across the table. “What do you want to do for three hours before dinner?”

“Have sex.” You said in a normal speaking tone, eliciting a look from the construction worker sitting next to you eating his own burger. You stared straight at Mitch with a smirk.

“I don’t understand what we are still doing here eating burgers then…” Mitch also ignored the close vicinity of the other burger-eating patrons. You laughed hard. He loved seeing you so carefree and happy. “Should we go?” You nodded and grabbed your bag. “The cabs are upstairs?” Mitch hadn’t been to Penn Station since college, and couldn’t remember the layout.

“Oh, honey, we’re not taking a cab. You’re with a New Yorker. We take the subway.”

“You are so smug right now.” Mitch laughed and pecked you on the lips.

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