the way he's looking at him though

“My father left us when I was two. The last time I saw him was my fifth grade graduation. I do know he’s alive because I found him on Facebook. Apparently he drinks a lot and goes to left wing protests. I’m not bothered by it. I think it’s funny. Sometimes I hope he comes looking for me just so I can turn him away. I did find an old journal recently from my childhood. It had The Powerpuff Girls on the cover. Inside were some pages where I had been practicing cursive, and I had written things like: ‘Why don’t you call me?’ and ‘Why don’t you like me?’ So it clearly bothered me then. Even though I don’t care now, maybe it’s impacted me in a way that I’ve yet to discover.”

(São Paulo, Brazil)

Can we talk about how sweet and gentle Thomas Hamilton is though…

Like the way he waited for James to lean in to him before he kissed him.

Or how he waited for James to turn and look at him, to meet his gaze before bumping their foreheads together.

Or how he cut himself off from reading to smile when he realises James was looking at him.

Or how even after his father was rude and insulted him and his friends he was the one who broke the silence first and was amused that James had told his father to leave his own house.

Or how apparently he forgave Peter for his betrayal.

Thomas Hamilton is a literal angel and it’s unfair that he had to suffer for the sake of plot.

anonymous asked:

What Iroh tells Aang when they're walking in the tunnel looking for Zuko and Katara about how power is overrated and he's wise that he chose love, doesn't that confirm that Aang was right in not staying with the Guru and him not letting go of Katara was the correct choice?

Well, in a way yes. The Guru was not really saying that he should let go of love. He was saying to let go of attachment or he cannot go into the Avatar State. Aang did not understand that, though. So he told Iroh that he felt like he had to choose between love and power. And Iroh said he made the right choice that love is the most valuable thing. Now, I am not saying that Aang left to go rescue Katara simply because of his attachment or that he was being selfish by doing that. He left because he genuinely loved her and he wanted to save her. And he was willing to sacrifice his power, out of love for Katara. He had a pure heart by doing that, even if he was minsunderstanding. 

But because he didn’t let go of his attachment and open his chakra first and master his Avatar State, it wound up making him lose the fight. Then he almost dies and finds himself awakening from his coma on a boat going to the Fire Nation. He feels like he made he wrong choice. Everyone thinks he’s dead and he lost his honor. He runs away feeling like he has to be detached and let go of love to redeem himself. But he doesn’t have to give up love, just attachment.

Aang’s dilemma was a parallel to Zuko’s. Zuko also had to choose between love and power. That’s why I think the story would have been better if he chose love. I think it is more consistent with his personality, his kundalini awakening, the themes of the show, and it also would have mirrored Aang’s choice. He had an opportunity to side with Azula where they had a guaranteed victory to seize Ba Sing Se and defeat the Avatar with the Dai Li on their side, but he’d sacrifice power for the love he had for his uncle, and he gets defeated. I think that would have made the story more beautiful and meaningful, rather than resorting to a plot twist like his betrayal for cheap shock value.

Then he winds up going home as a pawn being used by his sister. He is heading back to the Fire Nation with dread, just like Aang. Since Zuko is awakening spiritually, he no longer desires attachment, but unconditional love. He has regained his honor, but he has lost genuine love as he is separated from his uncle who has been branded a traitor and he is all alone. His father’s “love” is empty in comparison. I think this would have made a much better story, and it would have been far more emotionally engaging character development if it focused on how he missed his uncle instead of “OMG Evil Zuko!”

Zuko spends all of his time in the Fire Nation feeling alone and unloved. Meanwhile, Aang has Katara’s unconditional love, and while he loves her, he takes her for granted. After Zuko joins the GAang, he and Aang become good friends. Katara and Zuko fall in love. Aang sees that the most selfless act of love he can offer is to let Katara and Zuko be happy with each other. Zuko finally gets the love he needs, and Aang finally lets go of his attachment and shows his love for his two friends by letting them be happy together. A true selfless Avatar. The message of the story is unconditional love.

What Language Barrier? (Final Part)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, and Comedy
Words: 2,371
POV: 2nd Person
Song(s) of the day: Lucky Girl

Previously: part 1

Originally posted by jjilljj


“No! No! No! Okay, guys please help!!!” Seokjin pleaded loudly, not wanting to waste another moment.

The younger males began to laugh and gathered in a huddle as they devised a way to keep you at Big Hit Entertainment awhile longer or at least until Seokjin successfully asked you out, whichever comes first.

Jimin pulled away from the huddle, “Wouldn’t she pissed off that we deceived her though?” He questioned, finding a tiny problem with their evil plot.

Taehyung gave him a look before forcibly pulling him back into the huddle. After discussing a couple more details and practicing what phrases to say in English and in Korean, they simultaneously clapped their hands and broke the huddle.

           “Alright, starting tomorrow, Operation: Get Jin hyung a Girlfriend commences!”

           “You know we really should come up with a better name for this…” Yoongi commented, finding the operation name a bit stupid.

The following day was filled with learning English phrases that were too advance for the members of BTS. Why did they choose to learn advance level phrases? The answer is quite simple. The harder the phrases, the harder it will be for the boys to properly say them and will force them to switch to Korean. This is why they are happy that they have a brainy leader on their “team”. He comes up with all good plans.

You calmly entered the company building, your hair styled in a neat ballerina bun with a few strands of hair cascading down, as you navigated your way through hallway after hallway until you finally reached the meeting place where you will be testing the fellas on their English-speaking skills.

           “They better not pull anything…” You thought as you opened the door to their original practice room where you saw seven men smiling rather innocently at you. A little too innocent for your liking.

You gave them a look, wondering what they are hiding. From the months you worked for Big Hit Entertainment and gradually got to know them, you noticed how devious these boys can be.

           “Alright, who wants to go first?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms over your chest.

The members looked at one another, giving each other an expression that essentially said, “Remember the plan.”

Yoongi raised his hand first, wanting to get this test over with. Plus, just like they discussed, his phrases were deemed interesting and a bit hard to comprehend what he wanted to say. Even Namjoon had a hard time trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

           “Alright Yoongi. Give me your best shot, okay?” You requested politely with a sweet smile painted on your lips.

Remembering what the plan was, Yoongi started off with simple phrases, such as “how are you?” and “where are you from?”, but as the conversation went on, you began to notice that he was starting to stutter over his words and eventually gave up and switched to Korean. You found that rather odd since Yoongi was never known to give up that quickly.

           “Um…” You began, trying to find the right words to say, “Well, that was an interesting attempt Yoongi,” You pulled out your smartphone and typed a quick note, “So for you, I think we need to practice music conversation phrases.” You announced as you still felt rather confused with his conversation. From what you could understand, he was talking about the piano and something about Daegu.

With a confused expression still written over your conversation, you called for the next member, hoping that each member will show enough progress that they wouldn’t need you anymore. Unfortunately, that was not the case. As each member went to test their conversation skills, their English-speaking skills gradually worsen with each attempt.

Finally, it was Seokjin’s turn. You let out a long sigh of relief since Seokjin’s skills were considered the second best after Namjoon.

           “For the love of God, Jin oppa, please actually show me your English-speaking skills. I know you and what you are capable. Please, just do your best.” You pleaded, rubbing the temples of your head, feeling a headache coming on.

Seokjin made a face, suddenly feeling bad that you are being tricked by him and the rest of BTS. Throwing the plan out the window, he decided to showcase his best English-speaking skills. The joys of being in love.

           “Y/N-ah, I want coffee.” He spoke in almost perfect English, causing you to smile.

           “Then why don’t you go get coffee, Jin oppa?” You replied in English, chuckling a bit at his phrase since it reminded you of the infamous line he said when he was filming for American Hustle Life. Your chuckles gradually turned into laughter as you remember all the boys attempts of flirting with the “girl” in English.

           “Y/N noona? You okay?” Jungkook asked in English, finding it a little creepy and a bit odd that you were laughing suddenly.

You wiped the tears that were forming because of you laughing too hard.

           “Oh, I’m sorry Kookie, I was just reminiscing of your days during AHL, and your attempts of flirting in English.” You confessed, giggling near the end.

A playful smirk graced Seokjin’s lips as a lightbulb went off in his head.

           “Do you speak Korean?” He asked in English, deciding to initiate the infamous conversation that all the BTS fans like to quote.

You stared at him in awe, unsure if he was being serious or not.

           “Um… sort of?” You replied in a questioning tone of voice, causing the other BTS member to laugh at your confusion.

           “You don’t know annyeonghaseyo?” He asked in English once again, flashing a knowing type of smile, hoping you would catch on.

Then it finally hit you…he was doing his infamous attempt at flirting.

           “No.” You answered, stifling your laughter and holding back the smile that was threatening to form.

           “Well, I want coffee. Do you know where I can get coffee?” He continued with his charade, causing you to break out into a small fit of laughter.

Playing along with this charade, you pretended to direct him to the nearest coffee shot, just like Nate did in AHL.

Faking a confused yet blank expression, Seokjin broke his English-speaking streak by switching to Korean.

You faked confusion in response, still trying your hardest to have a straight face. Eventually, Seokjin grabbed your wrist and started to pull you out of the room.

           “Well, I want coffee. Let’s go.” He stated politely as he forcibly yet gently pulled you out of the room.

The rest of the members stared at your retreating bodies with such confusion, wondering if they are going to be back or not.

           “Was that part of the plan?” Hoseok asked, smiling rather nervously yet with a hint of confusion.

           “Uh… I don’t think so.” Jimin answered, staring blankly at the door, blinking a few times.

           “Dang… Seokjin hyung finally grew some balls and asked Y/N noona out…and it was before I turned forty years old.” Jungkook commented, teasing the eldest member even though he was not present.

The other members simply laughed/chuckled at their maknae’s comment and silently hoped that their hyung will finally confess his feelings for you.

At the nearest coffee shop with Seokjin, you stared at his back with pure confusion written on your face, as he ordered for the both of you. You both patiently waited for your drink order to be ready and once Seokjin’s order number was called out, he walked up to the bar and grabbed your drinks. He politely handed your usual coffee order as you both made your way through the café to find a vacant table to sit at. Finding a vacant table by the window, Seokjin set his cup of coffee down on the table before rushing over to you and pulling out your seat like a gentleman.

You smiled shyly at his act of chivalry and took your seat, pushing your chair in yourself. Seokjin did the same before grabbing his cup and taking a sip.

           “So…why did you bring me here?” You asked in English, still wanting Seokjin to practice his English-speaking skills.

Seokjin almost choked on his drink, realization hitting him. He didn’t think that far ahead. All he thought of at that moment was get you alone and asking you out on a coffee date. That was it.

           “Shoot…” He cursed in his mind as he tried to quickly translate what he wanted to say from Korean to English in his head.

Noticing the smoke coming out of his ears and this super focused expression on his face, you nervously smiled as you reached over to grab his hand.

Seokjin’s body froze at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. His ears started to turn a reddish-pink color as he felt embarrassed by the fact that you were making the first move. He wanted to be the man and be the first one to initiate everything. Your guys’ first kiss. The first “I love you” confession. The list continues.

           “Y/N ah…” He nervously began, avoiding looking at your beautiful eyes, “Do you like me?” He asked in English, stuttering over few words.

You almost choked on your drink, did you like him?

           “Well, of course I like you Seokjin! You’re a really good friend.” You replied in English, suddenly feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

Seokjin smiled shyly, letting go of your hand, as he began to rub the back of his neck nervously.

           “No. No. I mean,” He let out a sigh of frustration, “Do you like me as more than a friend because I am going to be completely honest with you. I have fallen in love with you and the thought of you leaving the company makes my heart hurt. I want you to be my girlfriend because I can’t stand the fact of someone else being the one you share precious memories with.” He spoke quickly in Korean, leaving you staring at him in awe.

He lifted his head to meet your confused gaze. Of course, you didn’t know what he was saying. Seokjin scoffed, feeling frustrated with himself.

Deciding to take your silence as a chance to quickly translate everything he said in English, he failed to realize the soft smile gracing your lips.

           “Seokjin oppa, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You said in English as you smiled brightly at him.

Seokjin’s eyes widened, “Wait, what did you say?” He asked in Korean, trying to confirm the fact that you did understand him.

You giggled at the shock expression that was gracing his handsome face. His exaggerated expressions always brought a smile on your face. Can’t forget the laughter as well.

           “I said, I would love to be your girlfriend, Seokjin oppa!” You repeated in English, this time raising your tone of voice so that his “old man” ears can hear you.

Seokjin made a face and stared at you, wondering when and where did you learn to understand Korean.

           “You can understand me?” He asked in Korean, feeling both happy and a bit curious with the fact that you can understand his native language.

You playfully scoffed, “Well, yeah… how else do you think I am teaching here and helping you weirdos with your English? Do you honestly think they would let a person work at their school who cannot understand a lick of Korean? I don’t think so.” You explained, but this time in Korean, causing Seokjin’s jaw to drop.

He wasn’t going to lie but hearing you speak Korean was music to his ears. He thought hearing your melodious laughter was his favorite thing in the entire world, but hearing you speak Korean takes the cake.

Seokjin playfully glared at you, “Wait a minute! Why didn’t you say something before?!”

You simply shrugged, finding his over-the-top reaction amusing.

           “You guys didn’t ask and just assumed that I didn’t know how to speak or understand Korean.” You replied in English, taking a sip of your beverage.

Seokjin continued to stare at you in awe, “Now I don’t know if I want a devious person as my girlfriend.” He playfully announced, standing up from his seat and walking over to you as he helped you out of your seat like the gentleman he is.

You gasped, faking being offended, “Says the man who devised a plan with his members to keep me around longer.” You playfully argued, revealing that you knew of their little plan.

Seokjin froze in his tracks and then turned his head towards you. He let out a nervous laughter before speaking.

           “You knew about that?” he asked in Korean as he quickly fixed your beanie, not wanting you to catch a cold.

You rolled your eyes, “It doesn’t take a rocket science to know that you boys are always planning something,” You then stood on your tippy toes and placed a shy yet loving kiss on his cheek, “You guys should work on your poker faces because they suck right now.” You playfully advised in English as you began to tug your surprised boyfriend back to the company.

           “So, how should we tell your members?” You randomly asked in English as Seokjin held the entrance door for you.

           “I think they know. Now Jungkook can stop making jokes about things that will happen before I confessed my feelings to you.” Seokjin replied in Korean, walking inside the company building after you.

You stopped in your tracks, “Wait what?”

           “Don’t worry about it baby.” He said in English, interlacing your fingers with his as you two made your way back to the practice room.

As soon as you two stepped inside the practice room, you were instantly bombarded with question after question.

           “So, do you want to tell them, or should I?” Seokjin asked you in Korean, trying to hide a knowing smile.

You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend.

           “I will tell them Seokjin oppa, besides it will be fun to see the shocked expressions on their faces.” You responded in Korean and like clockwork, the rest of BTS had the most hilarious shocked expression written on their faces.

           “You can speak Korean?!!! Why didn’t you say anything?!!”

           “You didn’t ask…”

A/N: With that concludes my little Seokjin scenario! Hope you guys loved it :) Aww, I want to write for Seokjin more often now ^^ Anyway, be sure to check out my two ongoing series, We Bring The Boys Out! & Not A Kid Anymore!, it will make me happy lol but I will try to write other things for different members and different groups! :) Happy reading! 

A Village in Miniature

So, work has been a real pill for @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite both, with night especially taking on a lot of shenanigans that really suck the energy out of the entire day. It’s nuts, folks. We have the upcoming Zelda game coming out to look forward to, but in the meantime I (neon) decided to write a little fluff, and we’re gonna share it with you. Enjoy!

Dean walked briskly, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. So long as he didn’t dawdle on his way, people probably wouldn’t notice him. It was a tried-and-true method for sneaking around in plain sight. Dean was no stranger to that. He was no stranger to sneaking into places without paying the admission, either.

He’d never done anything like this before, though. The weight of the responsibility was a lot heavier than the small weight in his front pocket. He couldn’t mess this up.

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eadris  asked:

OHHHHH HOW ABOUT THE BMP BUTLERS DO THE "GRIND ON ME" CHALLNGE AND the rest is up to you, maybe mc walks in on them doing it?

Claude: Once he saw her, he immediately paused. Then, he hastily got himself up and started dusting off the floor. He simply said that there was dirt on the ground and no prince of his should be walking on it. The way he grinds is so robotic and so not sensual at all, and whenever MC saw him she had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Luke: You know how dogs dry hump? That’s how his grinding looks like. He gives no fucks, he just starts grinding like a wild animal. When he realized he was being watched, he would turn it into her fault, and yell at her with a steaming blush that she had no right to be in here at this hour, even though it wasn’t even a private area.

Alberto: He focused on it a little too much. If he even messed up his grind a small amount, he’d force himself to start all over again. It’d take a while for him to notice MC, and when he did, his cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. He stood up, told her to forget anything she thought she saw, and left the room.

Jan: Um? He’s been grinding since he was in the womb? You know he nails that shit. He even has the music blasting when he does it. When the MC walks in, he turns his head and waves, then gets back to it. MC ends up cheering him on and encouraging him.

Yu: He has planned this out for weeks. He made sure Alan was occupied with some cards or video games, Glenn was in his office doing piles of work, and their parents were on vacation. He is ready. What he wasn’t ready for was to see that he left out one person. The person he least wanted to catch him do this. When she began clutching her stomach in laughter, he replied in an embarrassed tone that he was curious and wanted to try it.

Louis: Paranoid little baby. If he even heard the wind, his head would shoot up and he’d sit down in an instant. That saying, when he saw that it wasn’t the wind this time, but in fact MC, he’s a dead man. He was so embarrassed that he ran out of the room and ended up apologizing to MC over and over for having to see that.

  • me: if yuuri had beat yurio, he would have retired after the GPF, though not necessarily happily. the way he was looking at yurio while watching his performance made it clear that he was still torn about the decision. but since he won silver he's determined to complete another season, and he gets to do so without worrying that he's taking viktor away from something he loves. plus the gap between yuuri and yurio was so small that they practically tied anyway. so ultimately, yurio winning was a good thing
  • also me: yuuri deserved to win, he deserved it so much, he worked so hard and I love him and he DESERVED-

Let the record show that I did not consent to this.

Let it show that I did not vote for this man, that he did not represent me, that I did not believe he was deserving of being here, that I grieved his ascension.

Let History record my objection to him, to the ways he humiliated women and vilified Muslims and threatened protestors and disregarded people of color.

Let it record my repulsion at his tremendous cruelty, his lack of compassion, his contempt for dissension, his absence of simple decency.

Let witnesses mark down my disgust at the way he boasted of infidelity, at how he ridiculed a disabled reporter, at the way he attacked female opponents for their appearance, at the way he marginalized immigrants.

Let it be remembered that I did not look the other way when women accused him of assault, when the reality of his Russian alliances came to light, when he refused to share his tax records—though large portions of the American media and its people chose to.  

Let it be remembered that I did not buy into the fear that he perpetuated of those with brown skin or hijabs or foreign birthplaces.

Let the record show that I looked on with disbelief as he spent countless early morning and middle-of-the-night hours following the election on social media, broadcasting a steady stream of petulant, insecure, incoherent messages instead of preparing to do a job he was ill-equipped for and seemingly not all that interested in.

Let the record show that I watched him assemble a Cabinet of billionaires and bigots, of people woefully unqualified to steward our children, our safety, our healthcare, our financial stability—and that I was horrified by it all.

Let it be remembered that my faith would not allow me to fall in line behind this man while so many professed religious people did; that I saw nothing resembling Jesus in him, and that to declare him Christian would have been to toss aside everything I grew up believing faith in Christ manifested in a life.  

Let History record my grieving at the racism and bigotry and homophobia that characterized his campaign, marked his supporters, and is evident in his assembling Administration.

Let it be known that I was one of the more than 65 million people who voted for Hillary Clinton; who understood that though flawed, she was an intelligent, experienced, passionate public servant with the temperament, commitment, and qualifications to lead and lead well.

Let the record show that I greatly lamented the day of his inauguration, and that I promised to join together with other good people to loudly resist and oppose every unscrupulous, dangerous, unjust and dishonest act this new Administration engages in.

History has been littered with horrible people who did terrible things with power, because too many good people remained silent. And since my fear is that we are surely entering one of those periods in our story, I wanted to make sure that I was recorded for posterity:

I do not believe this man is normal.
I do not believe he is emotionally stable.
I do not believe he cares about the full, beautiful diversity of America.
I do not believe he respects women.
I do not believe he is pro-life other than his own.
I do not believe the sick and the poor and the hurting matter to him in the slightest.
I do not believe he is a man of faith or integrity or nobility.
I do not believe his concern is for anything outside his reflection in the mirror.

I believe he is a danger to our children.
I believe he is a threat to our safety.
I believe he is careless with our people.
I believe he is reckless with his power.
I believe America will be less secure, less diverse, less compassionate, and less decent under his leadership.

And if I prove to be wrong, it will be one of the most joyful errors of my life. I will own these words and if necessary, willingly and gladly admit my misjudgment because it will mean that America is a better and stronger nation, and the world a more peaceful place.

But right now I don’t see that happening.

Right now I am worried for my country, concerned for our planet, scared for the future of my children, and greatly saddened that 62 million Americans seem okay with all of this.

Let the record show that I was not okay with it.

Not at all.

John Pavlovitz


“Here’s a real question: how have you survived this long when you’re so violently self-destructive?

Andrew cocked his head to one side in a question. Neil didn’t know if Andrew was playing stupid to rile him or if Andrew really was oblivious. Either way it was frustrating. He wondered why no one else had caught on, or if people noticed and just didn’t care enough to say it. Now that Neil saw it, though, he couldn’t look past it. Anytime the Foxes mentioned Andrew’s upcoming sobriety or Andrew’s name popped up in write-ups on the team’s performance at games, the focus was on what a danger he was. People talked about his trial and how it saved them from Andrew. No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself.

so in the Ep. 10 teaser, viktor asks yuuri what yuuri is going to get him for christmas and yuuri says “something round and gold.”

we all know he’s talking about a gold medal BUT JUST THINK OF THIS:

  • yuuri loses the grand prix (maybe still places but doesn’t get gold). 
  • viktor is, of course, totally proud of him either way, obviously. 
  • but anyway, after the grand prix, for christmas (and viktor’s birthday too, technically), they’re sitting on the floor exchanging presents. 
  • yuuri hands viktor his present and says “even though i didn’t win the gold medal….” 
  • and viktor is confused, looking down at the box, but starts unwrapping his gift.
  • when he opens the box, he finds a pair of gold bands and yuuri says “i still wanted to get us* something round and gold for christmas.” 
  • and viktor picks up the ring meant to be yuuri’s and picks up yuuri’s hand, slipping the ring on his finger. viktor’s hands are shaking. yuuri’s hands are shaking. 
  • and then yuuri picks up the ring meant to be viktor’s and places it on viktor’s hand. 
  • they probably both have tears in their eyes at this point and viktor pulls yuuri into a hug (picture: yuuri and viktor both on their knees on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around each other, one of viktor’s hands is clutching at the back of yuuri’s head like he did when he cushioned yuuri’s fall in ep. 7). 
  • and then viktor says something like “you know, i’ve had the chance to wear a lot of gold in my life… but this? i think this fits better than any of my medals ever did.” or something equally corny and life-destroying. 
  • and then they’re kissing and showering each other in “i love you”s because they’re so damn in love and i’m going to die just writing this.
  • (and later, when viktor and yuuri are in bed, and yuuri is asleep, viktor slips the ring off of his finger to look at it in his hand and he notices a tiny engraving in japanese on the inside of the band. the next day, he asks yuuri what the characters mean and yuuri blushes, but tells him “it’s ‘stay close to me’ in japanese…” and then viktor is grabbing at yuuri’s hand and yuuri is low-key resisting because he’s embarrassed but when viktor finally gets it off of his finger, he notices that “stay close to me” is engraved on the inside of yuuri’s band in russian. and then viktor is smothering yuuri in love and affection again because really. this boy. is too much. <3 )
  • (also, even though they can’t actually get married in either of their home countries, it’s a promise that one day, when they can, they will make that commitment to each other. but until that day comes, they know what the bands mean to them and what they stand for - a promise to stay by each other’s side.)

*I’m saying “us” because winning a gold medal would be just as much for Yuuri as it would be Viktor and getting engaged would be just as important to both of them.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she really means: in season 9 episode 21 of Friends "The One With the Fertility Test" Chandler tells Monica they are both incapable of having a baby, due to low sperm motility and an inhospitable environment. I always assumed Chandler lied to Monica about his low sperm motility so Monica wouldn't find out she was the reason they couldn't conceive. (Even though there was no way to prove it). However, when the doctor calls and Chandler answers, he asks to speak to Monica...if something was wrong with Chandler, the doctor would've told him because he was already on the phone. And when Monica asked Chandler if there was a problem with him or with her, before answering, Chandler hesitates and looks off to the side a little before saying "actually it's both of us."
  • so basically all I'm ever going to think about is how Chandler probably did lie to Monica to protect her from knowing that she is the reason they cannot naturally have a child, the one thing she has wanted since the beginning of season 1, and now i have to cry for eternity

Let’s please talk about this moment

Jun was trying really hard to hide that he was about to cry, Vernon noticed, and probably teased him for it because it was a rare sight. When the staff came with tissues, Jun kind of scrambled to get one, like he didn’t want anyone to notice. Vernon had his full attention on Jun afterwards and rubbed him on the back even though Jun kept walking away and looked at him like, “What? I wasn’t crying.”

Sugar Daddy date ideas

Obviously to start out with you have coffee, drinks at a nice/fancy bar, lunch/dinner.
Once you start to get closer and more intimate, dates I have had or am planning for the future are:

- wine tasting at a vineyard, or tasting scotch at a distillery, or beer in a brewery

- for bars, take him to a secret speakeasy he doesn’t know about, or suggest he gets a room at a luxury hotel with drinks in the bar beforehand 😉

- couple’s spa/ massages, champagne and plenty of private time

-if your SD likes clubbing, invite your hot girlfriends (make sure you can trust them not to steal him away) and have him get a table at an exclusive club.

-have him take you to Vegas to gamble! He should give you some money to play with, and maybe you can win some more to take home

- shopping at boutiques/department stores (pick things out for him too! Make sure it’s not just all about you. Choose things you think look good on him and tell him he looks sexy, that way he’s less likely to feel like you’re using him.. though of course you are)
Also, you can ask him to pick out clothes that he thinks look good on you (or lingerie 😉) that way, you can play it off as him buying you new clothes for his own enjoyment! Tell him “I can’t wait to wear this for you..”

- if you’re not shy, take him to a sex toy shop.

- have him take you to a concert or play in the VIP section.. maybe you want to see Jay Z, Beyoncé or Kanye on tour? Or maybe he enjoys Broadway?

- for the more refined SD maybe ballet or the opera.. if anything it’s a nice excuse to get dressed up in black tie and look stunning. If you don’t know anything about it read up on whichever show you’re going to and the careers of the performers, and make it sound like you know what you’re talking about!

- for the sporty SB’s go skiing, play tennis or even better, golfing. If you know how to golf that is a huge plus in the SD world because it’s a sport that many businessmen enjoy and use to close deals! Use going golfing with him to close your deal 😉

- if you don’t want to play a sport then you can at least go to a game with him! What’s his favorite sport? Football, soccer, baseball, basketball? Maybe he can get court side seats! And again, read up on the sport so you’re not constantly asking him to explain what’s going on. Nothing is more annoying. You don’t have to go overboard and pretend you’re a huge fan, as that’s annoying too if you’re faking it, but at least have a general idea of how things work.

- upper class sporting events include polo (veuve clicquot polo classic for example), Wimbledon or the US Open, or the Masters golf tournament. These tickets are generally more expensive, and you should dress nicer.

- cooking classes! Learn how to cook each other’s favorite meals

- gallery openings and museum exhibitions, or charity galas. This depends on whether your SD wants to introduce you to his friends and society (assuming he is part of society). Even if he isn’t, you can buy tickets to major art events such as Art Basel in Miami. Or attend an art auction by major auctions houses such as Christie’s or Sotheby’s

- Getaway for the weekend to the beach! Remember, if he’s kind enough to book tickets and arrange everything, it’s your job to make the weekend as stress free and relaxing for him as possible. And long walks on the beach, while cliched, are still very romantic! And take care of him while you’re there - for example make sure his drink is always full (you order with the waiter so he doesn’t have to) and put sunscreen on him, throwing in a little massage.

- My SD took me in a helicopter to the Hamptons. Got to see this incredible view of New York as we were flying out (and on the way back as well)! Or for the more adventurous pairs.. sky diving?

- have him rent a yacht for just the two of you for the day/weekend (or if he owns a yacht, even better)!

- for the traveling SD, have him take you along on his business trips. London seems to be a common destination for these types, as does NYC, LA, and Hong Kong.

- take a short weekend road trip if you can’t travel for longer. For example, go to Nantucket from Boston for the weekend, or drive to Napa if you live in California

- stay up all night kissing and talking until the sunrise is a sure fire way to make him fall in love with you and have him wrapped around your little finger

- more couple vacation ideas include going glamping on safari in Africa (not like camping at all - it’s like a five star hotel with air conditioning etc that just happens to be in a tent rather than a building), going salsa dancing in South America, scuba diving in the Maldives or Fiji, or shopping in the souks in Marrakech!

- you can always surprise him by showing up at his door with movies, a bottle of wine, and wearing a coat with nothing underneath!

You can really make memories to last a lifetime with your SD footing the bill, and it’s a win win for all as he gets to go on dates/vacations with a pretty young thing and make memories as well!

And remember, it’s his experience as well, especially since he’s paying for it. You should be low maintenance and non fussy - to an extent. Obviously your plane tickets should be first or business class, but don’t kick up a fuss if he takes you to Italian instead of Sushi, for example. ALWAYS, ALWAYS BE GRACIOUS AND GRATEFUL!!! if he wanted someone nagging him and being bitter/bitchy/passive aggressive about stupid details, he’d get a girlfriend or a wife!

Any other suggestions?


favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?


Can you believe this is the moment Even decides he’s going to kiss Isak? The way he looks him up and down and reads every emotion on Isak’s face knowing just as well that Isak wants him to do it? 
Can you believe the way his jaw clenches, the way it looks like he’s swallowing, how scared he must have been, how he smiles fondly and his eyes light up as he decides he’s going to kiss him, but how much he was psyching himself up like? It’s time! You can do it! Just move in closer, a little at a time. 
The way he arches his neck, the way he moves in fragments almost like he’s being as precise and careful as possible, like this is going to be it! I’ve been trying so hard to do anything I can to even just talk to this boy I saw on the first day of school and now here he is. 
Then we have Isak who is staring at the ground, completely frozen as this boy, this tall, funny, insanely handsome boy who had stared him dead in the eyes as he was dancing moves in. Can you imagine how nervous Isak was, the butterflies in his stomach? But how badly he was just like ! please ! do ! it !
BUT can you believe Even was slow, waiting to see if Isak would object, waiting to see if he was comfortable, not just forcing himself on Isak?
Can you believe that Even Bech Næsheim did all that, went the extra mile to do THAT, to really think about every single move he made, and still be just as nervous, just as scared, because yes he is Extra Even, cool, collected, Even who seems to exude confidence, but he’s also Even who has internal issues, Even who is just as terrified because he could easily be rejected, he could easily be mistaken, he could fumble and embarrass himself, but he decides to do it anyways because this may just be the only time he can, especially after what he saw with Isak and Emma? 
He needed to make a move now, or he was going to lose him. 
And so he does, he leans in, he moves close, and grapples with those last few seconds right before he’s about to kiss Isak, right before he’s about to finally do it, and then- 

                                         can you b e l i e v e

6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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Cassian: *doesn’t want to trust Jyn but allows her to keep the gun anyway*

Cassian: *shouts Jyn’s name whenever she puts herself in danger’s way*

Cassian: *looks impressed when Jyn takes down the stormtroopers by herself*

Cassian: *tries to convince himself that Jyn is now expendable so he can now leave her*

Cassian: *goes to find Jyn first before leaving when Jedha’s bombed even though he already told himself she was expendable*

Cassian: *tells Jyn she can’t go with him and Bodhi because she’s the messenger and she shouldn’t be harmed (sure, Cassian, whatever you say)*

Cassian: *plans to shoot Galen Erso but hesitates*

Cassian: *sees Jyn through his telescope* *panics*

Cassian: *tells the Rebel Alliance not to bomb the base*

Cassian: *when the base is bombed, only one word escapes his lips: Jyn*

Cassian: *goes to save Jyn even though it’s highly dangerous and he might be killed*

Cassian: *tries to tell himself that the reason he’s attached to Jyn is based on logic and pragmatism (sure)*

Cassian: *can’t stop thinking about Jyn though*


Me: *sips drink, eats fries* Oh Cassian dear…


‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. 'We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.


'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’


Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why he’d waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.


I still can’t believe he’s wearing jeans. […] I mean… they do look like really expensive jeans. Dark. And snug from his waist to his ankles without looking tight.
—  Simon “I’m-Not-Checking-Out-My-Jean-Wearing-Enemy” Snow