the way that she looks at him

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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Originally posted by natpekis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 7,501 (ok kinda sorry)

Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol

Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.

A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*

Y/F/I = Your First Initial


I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm

I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars

But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm

I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm


You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky. 

“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.

Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.

“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”

You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.

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Tantalizing: 03

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toy, Masturbation, Handjob, Oral, Degrading Names, Film, Exhibitionism, Blindfold, Hair Pulling
Word Count: 7,243

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15 years. Jake Peralta and Rosa Diaz were just sentenced to jail for fifteen years for a crime they didn’t commit. Jake Peralta, who is forced again and again to leave behind the people he loves. Rosa Diaz, who could have escaped but didn’t because she loves her family, the Nine Nine, so much.

Who are they leaving behind?

Amy Santiago - Who is going to be sleeping ALONE because she’s not living with her boyfriend anymore, who won’t know who to exchange a dry glance with because her best friend isn’t there either. And she loves both of them so much.

Gina Linetti - Who is having a baby and won’t catch Rosa Diaz (who she is secretly in love with shh) smiling at it, or her childhood best friend Jake Peralta doing ridiculous things to make it laugh.

Charles Boyle - HE IS BOTH ONE OF ROSA’S AND JAKE’S BEST FRIENDS. He doesn’t get to tease Jake anymore or have him around for dinner, and admire the way he plays with Nikolaj. He can’t look at Ro-Ro and admire how far their friendship has come.

Terry Jeffords - HIS KIDS. TERRY’S GROWN UP KIDS ARE IN JAIL. CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM LOOKING AT CAGNEY AND LACEY AND THINKING HOW MUCH IT WOULD HURT IF ONE OF THEM WERE FRAMED FOR SOMETHING THEY DIDN’T DO? I CAN, AND HIM AND SHARON ARE BOTH UPSET BECAUSE TERRY’S KIDS ARE IN JAIL.

Raymond Holt - HE KNEW. HOLT KNEW ONE HUNDRED PERCENT THAT THEY WERE INNOCENT AND THAT THEY CERTAINLY DON’T DESERVE TO GO TO FRICKING JAIL FOR FIFTEEN YEARS. AND HE’S GOING TO BE ANGRY, BEYOND ANGRY, BECAUSE THE SYSTEM HE WORKS FOR IS PUTTING TWO OF HIS CHILDREN IN JAIL AND THEY D O N T  D E S E R V E  I T!


Anyway I have a lot of feelings.

Flood my Mornings: And tell me that you love me

Anon said: For the next FMM I would love some J and C alone time ;) 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Hogmanay (Frasers spend the holiday with Jamie’s Scottish friend) 



(NSFW, this one—Nary a plot to be found) 


January, 1951

He was on a beach. Aye, he was, daft as that seemed. 

And laying on his back.

And naked.  

Nor did he need to open his eyes to ken that fact. The wind was whipping across him, icy and sharp in itself, and peppering his skin with a spray of sand, forbye. 

He couldn’t move arms or legs, some force weighting him to the freezing sand—and the tide was coming in, fast

He braced himself for the shock, for the frozen wall of—

But the onrush of water over his feet and legs was warm, and he groaned with the relief and pleasure of it. Nor was it just warm compared to the frigid air: each swell was as as hot and comforting as bathwater, and seemed to seep right into his bones. 

The waves came in faster and higher, crashing over him…

… then pulling back and out….

..and over him…and back…

… each sinking him deeper, deeper into the sand…

…a rhythm of heat and cold, and blissful heat again, all over his body, over, 

and over, 

and over…

…and Jamie came slowly to the surface to find that the frozen beach was his bed….

….and the steaming waves of heat were Claire’s mouth between his legs.

Her hand slid upward to tease the sensitive skin around his nipples and he moaned for her, spreading his legs wide in a question that she answered at once, taking him deep, deep into her mouth.  

His head was limp on the pillow but he watched her, the dark shapes of her hair spangled with moonlight, lapping forward like the sea foam, slow and regular and sure. He said her name, his tongue feeling slow and feckless compared to what she was doing with hers. 

Her hand suddenly slid back downward to do something that had him fisting both hands hard in her hair, arching his back and making her moan around him as he pushed deeper. The light sparked behind his eyes as he moved in tandem with her, her scalp hot, its rhythm urgent under his demanding hands. A Dhia, she could have had him right then— but he wasn’t ready to relent just yet. “Come here,” he growled, pulling her upward. 

She moved to obey. He could see the gleam of her smooth, strong thighs as she moved toward him and poised herself over—

“No,” he rasped, “come *here*”

“I—What?—" She laid a hand flat on his belly to steady herself. “Where do you want—”

He slid down and pulled her higher so she was practically on his chest.

The sweet surprise in that faint, hoarse ‘…oh.’

“Oh, aye,” he whispered back.

“You’ve never done it from that position before.” She sounded dazed.

“I suspect,” he murmured, threading his arms around her legs to tug her toward his mouth, “I shall soon be apologizing…for the grievous oversight….”

A thrill of something dark and hungry in the way she looked down at him at him when she knelt on either side of his head. He gave her that dark gleam right back when he sat up as far as he could, kissing the sweet curve of her belly, slowly…hearing the little sounds of need from her throat….slowly… the urgency making her moan in earnest as he trailed his lips down….down….Her sharp hiss as he casually laid his head back on the pillow, grinning up at her. One of her thighs was against his cheek—and he could feel it trembling. He kissed his way slowly up it, just able to see her face above the curve of her belly; and as his tongue met the warm flesh of her, and the sound she made—

He skimmed his hands up and down her thighs, her arse, as he worked, feasting on every sigh, every tightening of her legs, the way she cupped his head, the rise and fall of her as she responded to his touch.

Christ, it must be good for her, this new way, for not a minute gone and—

“Ja—oh god—” she moaned, her breathing deep and ragged as her legs went taut and she bolted up high onto her knees as though to get away. New position or not, he knew the ways of her body, and knew that as as soon as he pulled her back down onto him—

The storm of her release crashed all around him, and it was as though her pleasure entered his body, driving him with her need and satisfaction so that he felt those things—NEEDED them—as deeply as he knew his own name. His arms wrapped tight around her hips, riding the rise and swell of her as she sighed and shuddered, he felt as though he’d happily die there on that frozen beach, if this sea spirit was to be condemned there with him, too.

“Aye,” he murmured a time later, when in a far less fanciful frame of mind, as she slumped against the headboard above him and he caressed her belly, “I do humbly beg your pardon for never thinking of that before.“ 

“You are— completely—forgiven.” An aftershock ran through her and she gasped, laughing a little. “Jesusbloodyfuckingchrist….”

“Mmmm, if I’ve got ye blaspheming, it must be good,” he purred, teasing with his fingers. “Shall we try that again?”

“Oh that is *definitely* getting added to the rotation.” She sighed hugely with released exertion, and made to clamber off him, then YELPED as he held her hips firm and dove back in. “Jamie!—didn’t mean NOW—” she half-laughed, half-whimpered, wriggling madly which only intensified the pressure of his efforts between her legs. She felt it, and the whimper became a groan. He felt her brace her hand behind her on his belly, her back arching in an inexorable swell of sensation. “Jamie—JamienonoJamienot again—I'm—”

He pulled back to look her in the eye. “D’ye really wish me t’stop?

She looked down at him…then released a deep, shuddering breath that ended in a wicked grin. She snaked her hands down to hold his head in place, and moved forward, braced on her knees to–

Didna think so

anonymous asked:

Love all of your stories! Could you do one where Archie and Betty are dating but Archie isn't treating her very well so Jughead gets all involved or something

I don’t want the Archie fans to get mad at me so this is totally AU!
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“I’m fine Kevin, just..leave it.” Betty whispered, her eyes downcast as she tugged her light blue cardigan tighter around her shoulders.

“No Betty. You’re not, I see the way he talks to you, the way he makes you feel. And what about Jughead..”

“Enough.” Betty hissed out, cutting Kevin off as she winced visibly at the name.

“I’m just saying Betty, you’re in love with him.. I don’t understand why you’re still with Archie if..”
Kevin rambled, trailing off when he saw the look in Betty’s haunted green eyes.

“Just… please Kevin… leave it alone.” She wiped her sleeve under her eyes, catching her remaining tears as her best friend wrapped his arms around her shoulders, sighing heavily and pulling her into his side

“Okay. Okay I’ll leave it alone. But Betty, I’m not just gonna sit by quietly next time he yells at you like that.”

Kevin was referring to the way Archie had screamed at Betty in the hallway this morning , apparently she hadn’t got the memo that all the cheerleaders were supposed to wear their boyfriends away jersey and he had lost his mind.

“I know kev.” She whispered, her eyes fluttering.

“What’s going on?”

Betty’s eyes snapped open to see her absolute favorite boy standing before the lunch table, his fingers clenched around a brown paper bag as he stared , concerned at Betty.

“Hey juggie.” She whispered, a weak smile on her face.

“What’s going on?” He repeated, dipping his head and catching her eyes.

“It’s nothing..”

Kevin scoffed
“It’s most definitely not nothing, your best friend is an asshole.”

Betty pulled away
“Kev..” she warned.

“Archie, what did Archie do this time?” He was coming awfully close to growling as Betty shook her head

“You know how he is. I just.. It’s not a big deal, he just yelled at me in the halls this morning.” She whispered, embarrassed as he threw his bag onto the table.

Speak of the devil, the red headed boy was currently on his way over to the lunch table, Betty’s eyes flicked up to Jughead

“Juggie, don’t..”

“Hey guys.” Archie smiled, his American boy charm had worn off a long time ago and now the sight of his smug face made Betty sick.

Jughead stood in front of Betty, his shoulders straight as he came face to face with Archie.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, crossing his arms as Archie stared confused

“What’s the matter with me? What are you talking about?”

“You’re ridiculous, and pathetic. Does yelling at Betty make you feel better. Making her feel like shit? That’s fun for you? I’m so sick of the way you’ve been treating her. Get over yourself Archie and look in the mirror. She’s the best of all of us and I’m tired of you making her feel like she’s not.” He glared dangerously as Archie puffed his chest.

“What you’ve got a thing for my girlfriend.. pal? She’s mine. Mind your own business and stay out of it.” He tried to push past Jughead but he shoved back with equal force, an all out fight was bubbling on the surface and the tension was so thick Betty felt light headed as she watched the two boys become more and more physical.

“Enough! Please, just stop!” She called out but it wasn’t soon enough, Archie had swung his fist directly into Jugheads face as the cafeteria went dead silent.

“Jughead!” She went to him as he leaned against the table.

At first Archie had been shocked, he had just punched his best friend, but seeing the way Betty cradled the dark haired boys face, his anger came back full force.

“What are you doing?” He yelled “I’m your boyfriend not him! Why are you on his side?”

“Because I love him!” The blonde haired teen yelled desperately, her eyes boring into Archie’s, it was too late to go back now. She walked towards Archie

“I love Jughead. He treats me right and he doesn’t need me to change, and even if he doesn’t want me like that, even if I just ruined our friendship I don’t care because it’s true.. I love him.” She whispered the last part to herself, vaguely hearing the quiet gasp from behind her, straightening her shoulders, she turned from Archie and began walking out of the cafeteria

“We’re done Archie, find someone else to push around.”

Jughead was frozen to his spot for a moment, only coming out of it when Kevin tapped him softly on the shoulder

“What are you waiting for Romeo, go get your girl.” The excited teen grinned

Jughead pushed past his classmates and finally caught up to Betty as she was slowly heading down the hall, her shoulders slumped.

“Bets!” He called, watching as she stiffened and didn’t turn around

“It’s okay Jughead, I get it. You don’t have to feel sorry for me, let’s just forget that ever happened.”

He smiled, and stood directly behind her.

“I love you Betty Cooper.”

She whipped around
“What..”

He cut her off by pulling her into his body and capturing her lips with his. Home.

When they finally came up for air, He was grinning and rubbing his nose against hers.

“You love me?” He asked, a permanent smirk on his face.

Betty laughed, loud in the empty hallway

“Took you long enough to realize.”

She pulled his lips back to hers, smiling into the kiss.

Marichat May Day 24: I owe you one

This is the shortest so far, I think


Marinette looked so relieved when she finished all the homework she had to catch up on. Being Ladybug really made her fall behind in school and she wanted to catch up with everything these days when she had some time to spare. And use the lack of akumas as much as she could.

“Thank you for the help, Chat.” she said looking over her shoulder at him while she put the books on her desk. “I couldn’t have finished this without your help.”

“It is nothing, I’m always happy to help.”

“No, I owe you one.” she declared and made her way back to the chaise to sit next to him.

“I like to think of myself as a selfless gentlecat. But, I won’t refuse some cookies as a token of gratitude for the help I offered.”

Marinette rolled her eyes fondly. “And how many cookies would you like?”

Chat tapped his chin thoughtfully before answering. “I believe a dozen for every task I helped you with would be reasonable.”

Marinette made a noise of surprise. “A dozen for every task? Chat, that would mean about twelve dozens of cookies.”

“And your point?”

“Chat, that’s 144 cookies.”

“So?”

Marinette looked at him, with his all serious expression wondering if one could die from cookie overdose.

“You are such a cookie slut.” Marinette blurted out.

Chat looked surprised at her before a proud smile appeared on his face. “A title I’ll wear with pride.”

Needless to say, the next day when she checked his Instagram, Chat had Cookie Slut™ in his description.

darkeststar310  asked:

How about how Mai would benefit from Zutara?

What Mαi would Gain from Zutara

Mαi would gain the opportunity to date a boy who makes her smile:

Who shares her disdain for politics:

And whom she really seems to like more than Zuko.

She would be free of any ties to the royal family

And could go off on her own adventure

Where she wouldn’t be stifled by the palace and her parents.

Mαi:  I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted. As long as I behaved … and sat still…and didn’t speak unless spoken to.  My mother said I had to keep out of trouble.  We had my Dad’s political career to think about.

The burden of providing the Firelord with an heir would no longer fall on her

Which is probably for the best.

And she wouldn’t spend hour after hour, befuddled

Mαi: Zuko, what is wrong with you?! Your temper’s out of control. You blow up over every little thing. You’re so impatient and hot-headed and angry.

While her boyfriend is undergoing a metamorphosis that she doesn’t, and may never, understand.

Zuko: When I got to the meeting, everyone welcomed me.  My father had saved me a seat. He wanted me next to him. I was literally at his right hand. 
Mαi: Zuko, that’s wonderful.  You must be happy? 
Zuko: During the meeting, I was the perfect prince.  The son my father wanted. But I wasn’t me. 

She would get the opportunity to live for herself

And not have her life decisions revolve around Zuko.

And most of all, she would be free to associate with people who get her:

Zuko: I saw it and I thought it was pretty. Don’t girls like stuff like this?

Instead of a boyfriend who is as confused by her as she is by him …

Zuko: Well, at least I feel something…as opposed to you. You have no passion for anything.  You’re just a big “blah”.

Will never trust or open up to her the way she wants …

Mαi: All I get is a letter. You could have at least looked me in the eye when you ripped out my heart. 

And just isn’t that into her.

Azula: The thing I don’t understand is why. Why would you do it? You know the consequences. 

(Meanwhile … )

Zuko: My sister was on that island. 
Sokka: Yeah and she’s probably right behind us. So let’s not stop. 
Zuko: What I mean is she must have come here somehow. That’s our way out of here. 

(On the other hand … )

Sorry, Mαi.

Kalagang #07

1x08 We Will All Be Judged By The Courage Of Our Hearts

In this episode, we get to see more of Wolfgang’s back story – specifically his relationship with Felix, and with Wolfgang’s abusive father. It’s heartbreaking to see Wolfgang suffered so much in the past, but at the same time we see Kala’s feeling towards him gets deeper as he opens up about his pain.

Kala: I was always afraid as a child. I couldn’t sleep if the light was off or it was too quiet. I don’t like the quiet. I used to fall asleep in my father’s restaurant. I’ve always hated being alone. (1x07)

At the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, Kala told Wolfgang she doesn’t like the quiet or being alone. But here, we see Kala who is at the movies with her family – she is not alone, and it’s obviously not quiet because of the laughter from the audience – being not fine at all. She is crying because of Wolfgang; she is crying for him. It just shows how much Wolfgang has consumed her; how much he means to her.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

In Berlin, Wolfgang is at the hospital after Felix got shot from Steiner. He is in a very quiet place, and he’s all alone now – another cinematographic contrast between two characters. And it’s also great to see that Kala who doesn’t like the quiet and being alone visits the place that is quiet and ‘lonely’. Wolfgang doesn’t even cry because he can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has forgotten how to cry.

Again, with Kalagang you can turn any place into somewhere romantic…and bathroom is definitely becoming their thing.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang tries to suppress the pain and anger all to himself like he used to, thinking that he’s alone. Then Kala shows up. When he senses Kala and looks right at her, he’s really surprised – not just by Kala’s presence, but also by her tears. She is literally crying for him. Wolfgang didn’t ask anyone for anything, and yet she is sharing his pain and sorrow.

So he has all these mixed feelings going on in a split second – sad, angry, surprised, sort of relieved to see her, and then like he’s having another moment of falling in love with her. I mean, wouldn’t you fall for someone if that person shares your pain and even cries for you, when you thought you’re alone in this world? I would.

Wolfgang: [What happened to him?] It was my fault. I wanted to prove something. I wanted to change something that can’t be changed. [What?] The past.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Just look at how hurt he is. It’s so heartbreaking. Wolfgang was about to give himself another chance to believe in miracles – start a new life. He was ready to fly over to India to see Kala. He was so desperate to put the past behind him. Then this happened; the world once again pulled Wolfgang back to where he was. When Wolfgang tells Kala that it’s his fault Felix was attacked, I think he secretly also wanted to tell her – he really wanted to meet her in person, and it hurts because now he can’t.

The way Max delivered this whole scene where he talks about Wolfgang’s childhood was so good. So on point. You can feel the depth of his pain even before we actually hear his story.

Kala: You’ve known him a long time. How did you meet? [Detention]

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

Look! Kala’s hand is on Wolfgang’s back (or is it his arm? whatever)! Last episode Wolfie touched her, and now, she’s touching him. Our Kalagang is getting closer to one another! It’s hard to see from this GIF, but if you go watch full episode (video) you’ll see Kala’s fingers gently stroking Wolfgang’s back. AH FEELS.

Felix: Wolfgang? Nobody’s named Wolfgang. OK…Wolfie. What are you in for? [Fighting] Cool.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

From here, we get to see Wolfgang’s relationship with Felix.

Wolfgang: Where are you? [At the movies. With my family] Makes sense. [Why?] Felix loved the movies. We cut school to watch films all the time.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

The only times when Wolfgang smile like that – not the usual kind of smirk he does to others, but real, genuine, happy one – are when he’s with Felix, Kala, probably his mother, and his cluster. Right now, it’s just Felix and Kala.

Conan: No one will remember if we were good men or bad. All that matters is that two stood against many. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen…then to hell with you!

This film is one of the things that made Wolfgang who he is today. It’s not just a film which he and his best friend enjoyed watching when they’re little, it sort of gave young Wolfgang a kind of guidance for his chaotic life. So it’s like Conan is Wolfgang’s Ganesha, I guess.

Wolfgang: I don’t know why he liked me. In those days, when we moved from East to West Berlin, I was the kid everyone hated.

Original post [x] @wolvesinwinter

Here, we get a glimpse of what would Wolfgang do when he is in serious trouble: he doesn’t ask for help. He tries to take care of the problem all by himself. He protects the ones he cares by not letting them into this mess. And he fights…he fights hard.

No wonder Wolfgang doesn’t ever ask his cluster for help.

Original post [x] @iseeuvillain

This is why Wolfgang thinks of Felix as his brother. Because Felix never leaves him – he is always there for Wolfgang, and he always comes back for him.

Wolfgang: [That was your childhood?] No.That was nothing…compared to my father.

When Kala is shocked by his rough childhood, Wolfgang lets out a sigh mixed with chuckle as if that whole story he’s just told her was nothing. As soon as he is about to talk about his father, Wolfgang’s face stiffens. You can see how much Wolfgang’s already disgusted just by thinking of his father.

Anton: Life is just five things – eating, drinking, shitting, fucking…and fighting for more. I didn’t say anything about crying. Crying is for bitches. Is that what you [Wolfgang] are? A little bitch?

What’s so heartbreaking about this scene is that – not to mention how abusive Anton was – as much as Wolfgang hates his father, ironically, everything about Anton including his ‘motto’ influenced Wolfgang. It was inevitable that his father made Wolfgang who he is.

Because of his father, Wolfgang couldn’t cry – which explains why he doesn’t cry up to this day…as well as why he’s been suppressing his emotions.

Kala: He would do anything for you.

Original post [x] @kalagang

The way Kala is looking at Wolfgang – I thought this might be the first time when Kala saw something good and beautiful hidden inside of him. At that moment, she felt this deep, unbreakable, and pure friendship between Wolfgang and Felix. She felt how much Wolfgang loves and cares about his brother.

Wolfgang: He’s my brother, and not by something as accidental as blood…by something much stronger. [By what?] By choice.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

This line sort of emphasizes that Wolfgang is, again, the guy who does not believe in things like miracles. Because he believes in choice. To Wolfgang, his family was not his choice. To him, miracle is also not a choice; it’s something that just happens. It’s beyond his control.

And this makes Kalagang’s relationship so interesting because…Wolfgang who believes in choices is connected to Kala – the connection that is not based on choices; while Kala who believes in miracles is hesitating over a choice that may change her life. Each of them believes in something that other doesn’t…and now, they’re being challenged by what other believes in. I’m kinda rambling, but see what I mean?

The more I rewatch Kalagang moments, the more I realize how their relationship is so fabulously complicated – they are complete opposites, but they accept each other. At the same time, they challenge each other…and eventually build up this beautiful and intense relationship based on their differences.

Manendra: You are going to call up my son and you are going to tell him that you cannot marry him. [What?] You know in your heart that’s the right thing to do. I could see it in your eyes. That’s why you stopped the wedding to keep yourself from committing this terrible mistake. […] But now, luck has given us another opportunity to correct it. All we require is the will…

OK, to be honest, when Manendra visited the temple and told Kala that she should call off the wedding with Rajan, I screamed with joy. I was like ‘YES! FINALLY! Now she can see Wolfgang without feeling guilty! They can be together!’

and then this happens…oh dear.

Okay but here’s how I see it- Adrian is Rosa’s Teddy and Milton is Gina’s Sophia

Let me explain:

On the surface, and even beneath the surface- Teddy and Adrian are totally different people. Complete opposites, if you will. But for Amy and Rosa? They serve the same purpose- the ones who seem Just Perfect but at the same time, not really.

Teddy’s like Amy in the way that he’s very organized and likes supposedly “nerdy” stuff such as police codes and binders. Extreme Amy, if you will. But ultimately, Teddy wasn’t the person Amy wanted, or needed. Deep down they weren’t similar in the right ways. Amy wanted to become the youngest police captain on the force, Teddy wanted to brew and bottle pilsners.

Teddy was nice but he was too boring, to quote Amy. Too tame. Yet, Jake could always be counted on to make Amy laugh, and he could challenge her and he could cater to her competitive streak because he had one of his own.

Likewise, Adrian is like that for Rosa. They both like… Nancy Myers and… knives? Honestly I don’t even know. But they share similarities, and Sketchy Adrian just seems Perfect for Rosa, doesn’t he?

Except- Rosa’s been mentioning Adrian less and less, actually not at all for most of the second half of the season, and while she’s been maintaining some semblance of her love for him this episode with her “yeah I just want him to be happy” and “good looking guy, weird energy” it’s all falling flat- especially when he starts snorting cocaine on purpose and gets all… high, to say the least.

Sorry, but that doesn’t look like someone who’s mildly amused by the love of her life.

Also the way she fiddles with that cocaine knife when he starts getting hyped up makes her seem scarily angry or at the very least annoyed??

Sure, Adrian means well and he does love Rosa a lot- but how long can Rosa tell herself that that’s enough?

Rosa is a “badass but not an anarchist”. Adrian would kill a child if said child was a “dick”. Not trying to say that makes Adrian problematic or anything, this is a comedy and he said that for comedic purposes- Jason Mantzoukas is amazing and honestly cracks me up a bunch. But fundamentally, Rosa and Adrian have different rules, and that sets them apart in ways that will ultimately make them incompatible in the long run.

She chose the Nine-Nine and left him in Argentina by himself. Even faced with the prospect of fifteen years in jail she chose her family over a fresh start in Argentina with no scorpions/too many scorpions. He wasn’t enough.

On the other hand- when Jake first met Sophia, she seemed amazing and just the right fit for him. She was fun, witty, loved Die Hard, and was all around amazing. Except… not. They came into conflict over their jobs, and ultimately saw the world in different ways. Sophia also wasn’t as committed to their relationship as Jake was.

I’m not saying that Milton is gonna walk out on Gina- far from it. Dude is a Good and Decent guy who seems to genuinely make Gina happy. He’s a BOYLE. They all say “i love you” to each other constantly. Of course he’s a great guy who wouldn’t walk out on the mother of his child, just look at him:

And I’m not going to pretend that snowboarding, melted-snow-donating Milton isn’t exactly what Gina needs right now. He’s sweet and affectionate and he spontaneously dances with Gina. Obviously they’re on the same page baby name wise (side note: THE ENIGMA/ENIGMO IS A SUPER DOPE NAME).

But… how long can Gina be content with someone who, put simply- probably wouldn’t challenge her in many ways? And possibly, maybe not even in any way. We don’t know that much about Milton yet, but from what I’ve gathered, about him and Boyles in general, he’ll likely end up always doing Gina’s bidding and going along with her every whim.

Which, again, is what Gina needs right now. She’s had a tough year, where she got hIT BY A BUS and was legally dead for two minutes- the girl could use a break!! And in Rosa’s words, “After she got hit by a bus, no one can say no to her.”

Sadly, I’m not sure a submissive Yes-man is what Gina wants or needs in the long run. Gina does best when she feels the need to prove herself, and admittedly at times she can go a little bit overboard and she needs to be reined in.

Milton’s a kind and precious dude, and of all the horrible men in this world that could possibly father Gina’s child (Gina’s pregnancy squick is another matter, but maybe you lose all fear after getting run over by a bus idk), I’m glad he’s the baby daddy. (Sorry for saying baby daddy)

But once Gina gets over how cool snow boarding, winter apparel, impromptu dinners, and having similar thoughts on baby names are- she’ll find herself yearning for more.

She’ll find herself yearning for someone who can pleasantly surprise her in ways she won’t expect, someone who brings something new to the table, someone who can easily rile her up but also be her best companion.

I’m glad Gina and Rosa are both at the very least content with their romantic partners right now- but this isn’t their endgame. Not to me, at least.

Rocky Beach Resort

Summary: Y/N brings her friend Peggy along to her father’s reunion with his old University buddies, only to bump into some boys she hasn’t seen since she was young. 

Author’s Note: This is the first installment of the one-shot series I’m starting based on this post (courtesy of @margxrxtcarter). I’m really looking forward to this series (is it even a series if it’s all one-shots???) xx

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“Ah, heaven!”

You grinned as you closed the car door behind you, fully taking in the warmth for the first time since your pit stop a few hours ago. You retrieved your suitcase from the back of the car, before turning to Peggy.

“Isn’t this just…”

“Amazing,” she finished, gazing at the surroundings.

The building in front of you was like a huge villa, with a grand porch encircling the ground floor. It was wooden, like a cottage of sorts, but its elegance could be recognised for miles. It was surrounded by large, green trees that reached all the way down to the shore, where the coastline was dotted with little, secret beaches.

“This is how rich I want to be,” she stated decidedly, nodding softly.

“One day…” you sighed.

“Come along, girls!”

You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and began following your father, who had exited the car and retrieved his own suitcase from the boot. Peggy followed suit.

The reason behind why you were going to spend your holidays in this paradise was that one of your father’s old university pals had invited the whole college gang to his holiday home as a sort of reunion. You weren’t unfamiliar with his friends, as you’d seen them a lot growing up. You’d argued your way into letting Peggy come along, seeing as you would have been the only girl there if she wasn’t.

“Well, well, well, look who it is!”

Your father let out a deep laugh as he went over to shake his friend’s hand.

“Long time no see, Joe!” he exclaimed.

“And whose fault is that?” Joe retorted, causing your father to raise his hands in defense.

“We’re all here now, so let’s enjoy it. Y/N, you remember Joe’s boy, Steven.”

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You don´t listen // Montgomery de la Cruz

A/N: I´m from Germany so I have no idea how the schools in America are like. 


It was a week ago that you last had spoken to Montgomery. The last time was at the party of Bryce Walker. You were so drunk, that he had to drive you home and walk you to your front door. And that´s when you did something you regretted. You kissed him, you kissed him in your drunken state, but the worst part was that he pushed you away. He didn’t even want to kiss you and it hurts. The problem was that you had a crush on that brown haired boy with freckles, but since that night you couldn´t look at him, you were too embarrassed.
You were walking through the hallways of Liberty High, making your way to communication class. You sat down in your usual seat in the classroom. You were the first on in class so you pulled out your phone, answering texts from Jessica and Sheri. “Hey Y/N, how are you?” You looked up and saw Sheri standing in front of you. “Hey Sheri, I´m good and you?” You greeted her with a small smile. “Good, I never thought I would see you here today?” She exhaled with a small smile. “What do you mean?” You tried to sound confused, but of course you knew what she meant. This was the only class you and Montgomery had together and to avoid him you skipped it. “You skipped this class for almost a week.” She said and you rolled your eyes. “Well, I´m here now.” You answered and she nodded, sitting down in front of you and started conservation about something that happened during cheerleader practice. People started to gather in and with them also Montgomery and Bryce; of course they had to sit down on our table. “Hello Lady´s.” Bryce greeted you smirking. Sheri greeted him with a short hello while you just nodded. “Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while, you look good.” Bryce shoots you a smirk, winking at you. “Thanks Bryce.” You said and rolled your eyes. You sighed in relief when Mrs. Bradley came through the door and began her lesson.
For the rest of the class you scribbled in your text book, avoiding every glance Montgomery shoots you. After the bell rang you almost stormed out of the class room, making your way to the library, the only quiet place and also the best one to avoid Monty. “Y/N, wait a minute.” You heard Montgomery shout after you and you quickened your pace. He turned you toward him and looked at you confused. “What?” you snapped pushing his hand off of your shoulder. “You have been avoiding me.” He simply stated and you rolled your eyes. “I have not and now excuse me I still have an essay to write.” You tried to walk away from him but he stopped you again. “Is it because of what happened at your porch last week?” he asked and you took in a sharp breath. You shook your head no, avoiding his gaze. “Come on, Y/N/N, look at me.” He whispered and grabbed you hand, squeezing it slightly. “Stop Monty.” You said and pulled your hand out of his grab. “Stop being nice. That makes hating you a lot harder.” You whispered and you knew it was childish but it was your way to protect yourself. “You hate me, but kissed me?” he asked clearly amused. “God, I take everything back. You´re an asshole.” You mumbled more to yourself and walked away from him, not only hurt and embarrassed but also pissed. “Come on, Y/N/N, it was only a joke.” You shook your head, tears starting to well up.


You sat in the library trying to focus on your essay. But every time you tried to form sentences your thoughts to that arrogant jock. Maybe it was your own fault. When you didn’t kissed him and controlled your emotion, you wouldn´t be in this situation. You could no longer pretend to see him just like a friend, like you didn’t fall for him.
Your phone, what was lying next to your text book, began to vibrate. You looked down and saw that it was Sheri, asking you if you want to go get a coffee with her after cheerleader practice. You told her that you will wait for her at the parking lot. After half an hour later you made your way into gym deciding to wait on the bleachers for Sheri.
When you stepped into the gym Sheri instantly spotted you. “Hey Y/N” she greeted you with a big smile and waved at you. Your gaze wandered around the gym and you spotted Montgomery. You thought about leaving again, but decided against it; it would look stupid and childish. So you sat down on the bleachers, pulling the book you were recently reading out of your school purse. You tried to focus on the words written in your book, but your eyes always wandered toward Monty. To say he look good in his baseball shirt and sweatpants was an understatement. You noticed that you began to bit your lips and instantly stopped, turning your attention back to your book.
“Hey Y/N, do you wanna play with my bat?” Bryce shouted flirty at you and the rest of the boys began to laugh; except for one jock who shoot daggers toward Bryce, what you didn’t noticed. “I think you couldn´t handle my swing, Bryce.” You shouted back, with a fake smile on your lips. The boys behind Byrce laughed and with them the Monty. But Bryce wouldn´t give up and walked toward you. “Well, but I can try. I could skip the rest of practice and we could go over to my house.” He leaned on his baseball bat smirking and winked. “In your dreams, Walker.” You looked back down at your book, feeling uncomfortable that the whole gym is watching the scene. “But we could make this dream come truth.” He smirked up at you and you sighed. “Stop talking before I throw up.” You shoot him another fake smile, hoping he would finally stop. He lifts his hands in defense and turned around, going back to his friends and continue practice. Your eyes meet Monty´s and he shoots you small smile.


You lay on your bed finally finishing your essay that was due in two days. A knock on your door tear you from your essay and in your doorway stand your mother a smile on her lips. “What is it, Mum?” you asked, returning the smile. “Well, there is this good looking boy standing in our living room, asking to see you.” She simply stated and you raised your eyebrows surprised. “Wait, what good looking boy?” you asked her confused, sitting straight up in bed. “You know the one with freckles. He says his name is Montgomery.” She answered and you let out a sigh. You got up and walked behind your mother downstairs. Midway down the stairs you stopped, looking at Monty with a frown on your face. He was talking to your father and they seem to get along, normally your father hates every male that comes near you. “What are you doing here?” you asked from your spot on the stairs and Montgomery turned around, a nervous look on his face. “Uhm, I wanted to talk to you.” He said and shoots you an even more nervous smile. “Are you two together? I mean is he your boyfriend?” asked your father and looked at you delightful. “No dad, we are not together.” You look at your father who held now a slight disappointed look. “Come Monty, we´re going to my room.” You said and began to walk upstairs again, hearing him sprinting toward you. “Keep the doors open you two.” Your mother shouted after Monty and you. “God, Mom stop.” You mumbled, but by her snickering you knew she heard you.

Montgomery stands in the middle of your room, looking at your pictures and the books in your bookshelf. “You have a lot of books.” Montgomery mumbled scanning through your books. “So that´s what you wanted to talk about?” you asked amused, standing next him after closing the door. “No, of course not.” He said, finally turning toward you. “So that night when you kissed me, I pushed you away, not because I didn’t want to kiss you but because you were drunk. I doesn´t want to take advantage of your drunken state.” He said and you laughed sarcastically, which earned you a confused look from Montgomery. “You don’t have to say this so I feel better. It´s ok. You didn’t want to kiss me, it was my fault that my feelings overwhelmed me, so no need to feel bad.” you rambled looking at your hands. “Like always you don’t listen. I want to kiss you since middle school, but you were drunk and I wasn’t sure you really wanted to kiss me, so I pushed you away.” Your head immediately shoot up when his words had sunken in. “You want to kiss me since middle school?” you asked surprised, a small smile forming on your lips. “Well, yeah. Your lips look really kissable.” He mumbled and you chuckled at his words. “Same goes to you, I guess.” You whispered smiling at him. “Why didn’t you kiss me, when you wanted to do it since middle school?” you asked amused, lifting an eyebrow playfully and he rolled his eyes. “We´re friends and I didn’t want to ruin it. You´re one of the few people who put up with my bullshit.” He whispered taking a step toward you. “Yeah, you can count yourself lucky, de la Cruz.” You smiled at him, also taking a step forward. He hummed approvingly, his hands wandering to your hips, pulling your slowly closer to him, while your hands rested on his triceps, making their way to his shoulders and then to his neck. Before you could make another remark his lips were pressed against yours. You pulled him closer by his neck, enjoying the kiss. It was better than that night. He gingerly bites down on your bottom lip, which elicited a moan from you. Monty used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, while he pulled you closer by your hips, your hands tugging slightly at his hair. When someone cleared their throat you broke away, panting slightly. You looked at your mother, who held an uncomfortable smile on her lips. “Yes mom?” you asked; your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment. “I, uhm, just wanted to bring you kids something to drink and a snack.” She mumbled, putting the tablet down on your desk. After making her way back to the door she looked at you with a smile on her face. “So you´re sure he´s not your boyfriend?” she asked and you groaned in annoyance. “Bye mum.” You said and pushed her out of the door, closing it behind her. “That was awkward.” You said laughing. Monty nodded and walked toward you, pulling in another kiss. This was one was much shorter, but not less sweet. Monty pulled away, too early for your liking, smiling down at you. He leaned his forehead against yours before asking: “So, tomorrow Monet´s after school?”

SOOTHE

Sting - Part 2 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover. You are the absolute best . 

WARNINGS - None, maybe some angst idk . 

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PART 1 - STING 

You wanted to let it go . Well at least you tried to . But you couldn’t . How could you when every morning you were blessed with the sight of the new couple together at the cafe. You stopped going there. You just couldn’t .How you wanted to walk over to him and tell the truth. It wouldn’t be that hard , maybe he would believe you. But then again , you now knew how manipulative your friend was and you were sure she would cook up some story .

 It hurt you . For the past 6 months you were hurting under the impression that Bucky cheated on you . That he was with another person while he was with you . He craved pleasure in someone who wasn’t you . The thought of him touching another person , kissing another person and having sex with them increased your hatred towards him . But to now know that it was all a lie hurt even more. You lost a man that made you oh so very happy.

But it wasn’t really your fault , was it? She fed you with lies for over a week . She told you about how she had her suspicions about Bucky’s character .Until that day she called you and told you that he cheated. You felt that she was your true friend .She looked out for you . You were glad that you decided to befriend her 4 years ago at the office party.

You called her that night to inform her that you were going to your brothers , and that you were going to stay there for a while. But she didn’t lift the phone.

She called you a few times and the conversations only lasted a few minutes and then she stopped calling all together . But you had your brother so you didn’t think much of it. You even called her to inform that you got a job near the old one and that you will be coming back , but she didn’t lift her phone .

Now you could see it all so clearly .How she betrayed you with her lies . Why would you ever think that your bestfriend would ever do such a thing.

It  wasn’t easy passing her occasionally and not just slap her for doing this to you . As the days increased the guilt on her face became evident. You could see that she knew exactly how bad she fucked up . But you didn’t know if it was real guilt or she was just acting so that you wouldn’t tell any of this to Bucky .

But you knew he deserved to know the truth . If he chose to stay with Sabrina even after knowing the truth then there isn’t much you could do. So you decided to tell him. He worked in the firm right next to yours , and so did Sabrina . You walked through the hallways searching for the that had his name on it. But before you could , you were being dragged around the corner by you ‘best friend’.

“Fucking touch me again , and I will break your hand.” You scolded pulling your elbow from her hand

“What are you doing here?”, she asked sternly.

“I came to meet Bucky.” You replied.

“For what huh? You are going to tell him the truth?”
“Yes.”

She laughs bitterly at this .

“Do you really think he is going to believe you?”
“I don’t know. But I can try to make him see how pathetic you are.”
“Oh honey . Don’t you see how happy he is with me . I love him more than you ever could. He deserves much better than you . And that’s why he has me .”


The words stung your heart, but you couldn’t show it to her. You knew that even if a hint of belief crossed your face she wouldn’t use it against you.

She pushed past her with tears stinging your eyes and made way to your office. You couldn’t look at her anymore or Bucky . Maybe he was happier now . Maybe she was better him .

With a clean face and tissues in your hand you sat back in your office and got back to work , hoping that it would be a distraction from the current situation .But however hard you tried you couldn’t remove the image of Bucky from your mind. You were reminiscing .

You remembered your first date. The ever confident and flirtatious Bucky Barnes looked so cute when he was shy and nervous about asking you out . And when you accepted the smile that grew on his face was blinding . It was nothing fancy . He took you out to a nice restaurant and then to your favourite ice-cream parlour  . It was a day you could never forget because it was the first time you had a taste of his lips.

You hand rose to your lips as you rubbed it thinking about how tender and gentle the kiss was. You let the tears flow down your cheek staining your shirt when you heard your door opening .

In front of you stood Bucky with Sabrina by his side.

You got up from your seat and looked at both of them .

“Bucky , she’s not worth it . She left you!!!” Sabrina said trying to pull Bucky out of the door.

You could feel the anger boiling inside you . How the fuck could she even say that?? I left him???

“I know. But I want to know why?”  he said looking at you . He looked hurt , he looked the way you looked when she lied to you about Bucky indecency .

“But why? I mean , why does it matter now.” She knew that there was no way out of this situation , she looked worried about the cat getting out of the bag.

“I just need to know.” He walked towards you , standing in front of your desk , his eyes boring into yours. “Tell me .”

You knew if you told him the truth he wouldn’t be with Sabrina. But what if she was right? What if he was happier with her than he was with you?

“Y/N Please.”. he begged. He looked hurt and angry he deserved to know the truth .

“I thought you cheated on me.”, the words barely audible.

“What?”, Bucky was taken aback by your words.

“Wha…What  did I ever do to make you think that? I neve…I never cheated on you.”

“I know that now.” You say with your head down , sounding guilty. You knew it wasn’t your fault but you did hurt Bucky .

“Why did you think that?” He asked a little more sternly.

“I…Because..”, you wanted to tell him, but you still weren’t sure for some reason .

“Y/N , just tell me.”

You could see from behind Bucky that Sabrina was already standing with her head down , looking guilty as fuck.

“Sabrina told me.” , you blurted out . You couldn’t hold it back. He needed to know.  

“What?? “ he asked turning to face her .

As the words came out of your mouth she instantly looked up to you , anger behind her gaze .And now that Bucky turned towards her , her expression completely changed.

“Is it true?” You expected him to be more angry and furious , expected him to scream at her .  But he didn’t . He felt the same thing you felt when you found the truth. Betrayal . He couldn’t believe that someone was capable of doing this .

“Yes . But Bucky I did it because I love you.” She pleaded taking his hands in hers. He pulled away instantly.  

“Well thats a weird way of showing it. You took away someone I loved the most . And you want me to believe that you love me?”

“Bucky ,please….”

“Get out.” Was all that he said . She was crying  . You didn’t know what to feel . Were you angry yes. But you were a little sad too .You knew the feeling . You knew how you felt when you thought Bucky didn’t love you .

You watched her walk away . out of your office. Wiping her tears . You looked at Bucky who still had his back towards you .

“I am sorry.” You didn’t know what you were sorry for exactly but you said it anyways .

He slowly turned towards you as you continued speaking, looking down at your desk.

“I know that things ended badly ,and you love or loved Sabrina , and I don’t know where we stand but….” you squeaked in surprise as you felt him press his lips against yours.

After a moment of surprise you melt into the kiss and wrap your fingers around his neck. The kiss was urgent and full of need.

For someone reason tears rolled down your eyes as Bucky hugged you , close to his chest .

“Hey , it’s okay .”

“I thought I lost you now. I thought you loved her.”

“I love you . Always did.” His words soothed your heart and your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you.” He pulled you closer to his body , hoping he doesn’t have to lose you again .

A week passed before your path crossed with Sabrina’s. You saw her enter the cafe. You couldn’t to sip on your tea when she came and sat in front of you .

A few minutes of silence passed before she spoke up .

“I am sorry . I was selfish . I should have never hurt you . I know you can’t forgive me . And I know you can never trust me . But I just wanted you to know that I ashamed of what I did . And I am sorry.”

You didn’t know if you could believe her or not. But you knew that forgiving her will give a fresh start to the both of you.

“As you said I don’t know if I can ever trust you  , but I do accept your apology.” You say smiling .

She smiled back softly.




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PLL 7x15 In The Eye Abides The Heart - Thoughts (long, as per usual, sorry!)

- Not one answer, like I expected. But you know what’s weird… I still really liked the episode. That goes to show that PLL can still be entertaining 7 years later… if they pace the episode fast. Every scene was relevant. No wonder they did the 2 week break last week, after 714. If we had to wait 2 weeks now for the next episode… we’d go crazy. The plethora of answers from 714 lasted us, but this would never last us 2 weeks. Good planning Freeform. Not calling the episode bad! Because again, it was very entertaining. That was 42 minutes of fun! Genuinely, I appreciated every scene to be honest.

- I don’t understand the title. I was expecting Mona to sing the song again, or something like that!?

- Troain did an amazing job directing! Actually, even if I didn’t know that Troian directed this, I still would’ve left the episode thinking that it was a new director. It did feel very fresh; different to the usual. Troain clearly experimented with meaningful camera shots and my gosh did she play to the girls’ strengths. This was some of the best acting we’ve seen in a while. Shay, who I personally think is the weakest of the group, gave some of her best performances to date. 

- I haven’t seen anyone’s thoughts yet but I’m expecting that almost everyone is saying that that was Paige talking to Aria on FaceTime. We could clearly hear Lindsey’s voice coming through. The demeanour, expressions, intonation, voice… everything was Lindsey. Paige is probably in on AD’s game, which will make sense because we saw Paige’s exact hair (length and colour) coming off the person who gave Jenna the book at the end of 711. I’ll be quite mad if the producers got lazy by using Lindsey to film the FaceTime scenes, but it actually isn’t Paige. If Lindsey acted in the FaceTime scenes, which I’m 95% sure she did, it should be her character, Paige, on the other end too. Lindsey shouldn’t be playing AD if she isn’t AD/a helper.

- Paige and Ali’s scene brought a tear to my eye. All I could think about, the whole way through, was “Pig Skin”, “I own you now” and Ali threatening to expose Paige’s sexuality before Paige was ready to talk. Yet, Paige had completely forgiven Ali, which I thought was beautiful. It was an emotional nod to season 3A and I absolutely adored this character development on behalf of both of them.

- Marlene said that Ali verbalises her sexuality in 715. She started to, which was great, but I wanted a bit more. Just another line or two. 

- I’m loving how they’re handling the situation with Emison. I did find it odd however that Emily kept saying the decision was Ali’s. I don’t know why Emily felt she had a smaller say. I’m glad she eventually realised her say is important too.

- Again, like I said above, I haven’t seen anyone’s comments yet, but I’m assuming most of us are theorising that Spencer’s twin was talking to Wren? Why would Spencer be arguing with Wren? She had a good cover up though - that Wren authorised Charlotte passes to visit Mona! But, the fact she told Ezra to keep it a secret that he saw her… it came across as exactly that; a cover up. The AD reveal may not be AD voluntarily revealing themselves like Charlotte did. Ezra may piece it together! “When I saw you with Wren at the airport” … “I was never at the airport with Wren?” says Spencer. Bam, AD is revealed!

- We actually don’t see Wren again until the finale, where we see him in a very surprising interaction with someone as part of the ultimate final twist (writer confirmed that). We’ll see him again with Spencer’s twin??

- That was a bit too short though. Wren should’ve had a few more lines, and one more scene. But I guess it was supposed to be short because he was talking (supposedly) with Spencer’s twin… if that scene went on any longer and we heard any of the conversation, we’d know too much too soon.

- Marco made a good point, that someone was trying to make it look like Archer is alive (by using his credit cards) yet now they’re making it look like he’s dead. He made a good point that maybe there’s more than one person pulling the strings here. 

- Spencer using Archer’s credit card… ahhhh we were right. 

- Marco will end his relationship with Spencer because he’ll feel like Spencer only got close to him so that she can destroy any evidence and also eavesdrop on the case. Which, isn’t true. But it definitely looks that way. Spencer = sad, Toby = sad, Spoby comes back.

- I loved the absence of Toby and Caleb. Not a hater of them, but it was a breath of fresh air from the romance.

- “Can I go?” … “I can’t stop you”. I dunno why, but I loved that. Marco is obeying the law and remaining professional whilst also showing his love for Spencer by letting her go prepare a defence so to speak.

- I didn’t like the ending! They were building up to a big dramatic Riverdale cliffhanger! (Literally, a Cliff Hanger… if you know what I mean.) I thought the note was hinting that Mary committed suicide, and the camera would pan over to a dramatic reveal. The directing was amazing… the feels!!! But, I was expecting one more scene before it faded out.

- Ezria scenes were great! I liked the argument about going vs staying. I could see Troain’s directing in that. She told them to crank up the heat. I saw sparks in Ezra and Aria’s eyes that we haven’t seen in both of them in a while. There was genuine frustration at the situation from both of them.

- Aria betraying the girls was so cool. But, I wish they took it a step further like Aria actually doing something to physically hurt the girls rather than just give AD info. Writers, you have permission to break my heart. Test the friendship as much as possible. But, it’s not over. Maybe they’ll go there next week.

- Mona, Mona, Mona. Please, don’t disappear on us like that again. 5 left… please be in all 5! And omg, her admiration of the game had me smiling. That was the best reaction. Whoever wrote the ep, good choice. Her loving the evilness in the game (”it’s brilliant, I wish I did it” etc) makes me question her current loyalties however…

- I wanted Spencer to find Mary. I didn’t like the constant teasing through the bottles (cool concept!) only to end up that she won’t find her this episode. 

- The Lucas and Charles story was cool. And it seems the girls are all suspecting what we fans are… that Lucas’ apartment is bugged with cameras and microphones everywhere. Cant wait to see where this story goes, particularly with the dollhouse reference in the comic.

- NEXT WEEK’S PROMO!! Episode looks amazing! Of course, promos always look better than the actual episode but… “that’s why you were tortured” says Lucas (or something like that). Watch that be extremely anticlimactic, we won’t find out AD’s motive or anything!

- Overall, 8/10! I did enjoy it. A few tiny tiny things I disagreed with, and an overall lack of answers. But, the fast pace of it did make it feel like a love-letter to the fans. It just doesn’t compare to the shit-storm that was season 6! This is good.

the progression (and regression) of first names

hurt/comfort, mini casefile, msr ust

first in a series of fics accompanying my x files rewatch this summer. (technically this is cheating since i’m already on season 2, but whatever, i wanted to do this.) spoilers for beyond the sea, lazarus, young at heart, darkness falls, and tooms. some of these sequences are partially borrowed from chapters 4 and 5 of half-light, but i liked them so i kept them. (it is not necessary to read half-light to understand this fic.) also dedicated to my recent trip to dc; you haven’t lived til you’ve hobbled around museums and memorials on aching feet from walking too much.

warning for passing mentions of murders/death

Scully spends New Year’s Eve in a hospital room: “Because my life isn’t depressing enough,” she laments to Melissa on the phone, and Missy tries to laugh like it’s funny but it’s not. They are in mourning; their father is dead, their mother is all to pieces, and Charlie didn’t come to the funeral. Bill and Melissa are staying with their mother in Baltimore. They wanted Dana to come too, but Dana has never been one to show emotions around other people. “I need to work,” she’d told Mulder, and it was the truth. The sad thing is that Mulder getting shot has given her the perfect excuse to hide, here in North Carolina where she thought everything would matter less. 

(It doesn’t. Boggs yanked her out of hiding by her ankle, wouldn’t let her rest. She doesn’t go to Boggs’ execution because she’s afraid to believe. She’s afraid of what he’ll tell her. She hides in Mulder’s hospital room because it’s easier, but he won’t let her hide, either. He calls her Dana and touches her shoulder and she shrinks into herself like a crumpled piece of paper. He knows her too well; she is the pathologist, but he would be just as good with a scalpel. He has a way of bringing hidden things to the surface.)

There’s a pathetic TV in Mulder’s room and they watch the ball drop in Times Square on it. Mulder’s on pain medications, which make him goofier; he counts along with the spectators in Times Square with a glazed-over look in his eyes. Scully watches in silence, hands knotting in her lap. She’s had plenty of good New Year’s Eve memories to stock up over the year - she spent the last one with Ethan, tipsy from champagne and giggling hysterically when he kissed her, teeth bumping together - but the only one she can think of now is the first year she was allowed to stay up til midnight, at nine. (She and Missy had snuck out on the back porch minutes away from midnight and sat on the step, watching the stars. She’d tipped her head up to the sky, mittened hands pressing into her knees when she felt the pressure of her father’s hand on her head and turned to look at him. “It’s a new year now, Starbuck,” he’d told her seriously. “It’s your chance to start over, to make your life whatever you want it to be.”) Scully blinks hard to stop the onslaught of tears and reaches for the tissues she’d crumpled in her pocket. 

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder says, touching her wrist. “Scully. Are you okay? Are you sad again?”

He’s high as a kite, Scully thinks wryly. “I’m fine,” she says, scraping her fingertips under her eyes. Maybe she should take some time off with Mulder after this case, give herself some time to recover so she won’t be crying all over the place every case. “I just… memories. You know how it is.” And with his sister, he must know. 

Mulder rests his head against her shoulder. “It’s 1994,” he slurs into her jacket. “Anything can happen now, Scully; make a wish.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got the wrong holiday,” she tells him. 

He points to the TV where a couple is kissing, confetti falling down on them like rain. “We should do that,” he says, raising his head to look at her. “In honor of the New Year.” 

For a half-second, she considers it. He’s been more affectionate with her over time; something shifted with them, in Alaska. Something had made them stronger. He’s called her Dana three times now. He tried to comfort her. She remembers him kissing that ex-girlfriend, Phoebe. She’s wondered how he kisses before. 

Then she reconsiders. Considers the consequences. She’s broken enough Bureau policy this year, she thinks. She is grieving, not in her right mind, and he’s on pain meds, he might not remember a thing tomorrow. She rolls her eyes and says, “Go find a nurse, Mulder.”

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Jitter Bug

This is a thing based off a lil blurby blurb I did a while back and honestly, I just fell in love with it and yeah so. Here is a fic about that. This is?? The first fic I’ve ever written about Sami (aside from occasional blurbs) and I’m really excited and I hope y’all like it. Short and sweet, the way I like it. 

Warnings: fluff, nerves, and awkward bread sticks. Hold onto your seats folks, this is gonna get mushy.

Anyways, this may just be the cutest thing I’ve ever written and I WAS BLUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME WRITING AND GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL okay it was bad.

Aight, tag list: @llowkeys @hardcorewwetrash @newjapan @imaginingwwesuperstars @helluvawriter @alexahood21 @alyneve @balorclubbabe @superrezzy00 @poisonarrow24 @imagineall-the-fandoms @laigy2213 @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld @styles-clash1 @gypsophil-a @anna-ik-e @foreverwwefan @thebutterflygirl16 @pandoorii @lilaviolet and yeah I?? Think that’s it lmao 

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Happy Fluff Crawlspace Day! Seven (!) years ago today, Shamy met for the first time. My babies have come a long way since then!

I wrote a brand new fic to mark the occasion. Thank you @nerdforestgirl for hosting this amazing event again ❤.

Coincidentally, today also marks the one-year anniversary of the first fanfic I ever wrote. Anyway, enough talk. I hope you enjoy!

The Sweetness Factor

Amy applied a dab of sunscreen on her nose and donned a wide-brim floppy hat.

“I can’t even see your cute face under that thing,” Sheldon muttered.

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Not My Season

Spencer Reid x Reader - Friendship/comfort. Kind of?

“You want me…. to come….” Spencer’s words trailed off, unsure he’d heard his best correctly the first time around.

“To the abortion clinic. Tomorrow.” Y/N was sullen, seeing the shock on his face had made it all seem real. The judgement she was so scared of facing briefly crossing his face before he managed to check it. She’d been planning on going alone until an hour ago when she’d been reading support forums. They all said the same thing, the same thing the nurse and the counsellor had told her at her first appointment. To bring someone for support if she could. So she’d turned to her best friend, turned up on his doorstep with a request, blurting it out before she lost the nerve.

“Who’s…. Who’s….” again his words trailed off, making her completely regret this.

“Forrester’s,” she replied naming an agent from the New York office that up until recently she’d been seeing. She expected the next question before it even left his mouth.

“Does he know?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, watching Spencer’s expression change again. “And even if he did, it wouldn’t change my decision.”

“Y/N, that’s someone else’s child inside your body. You can’t just….” he stopped, suddenly seeming to realise how he sounded. And she got it, she understood. She knew Spencer wanted children of his own but didn’t think he’d ever be in a position to be able to have them. She knew what he was thinking right now but she’d hoped that he’d have been able to push that aside to be able to support her.

“Spencer I can. And I’m going to. Not because I hate Forrester for breaking up with me or anything like that. This isn’t to spite him. I just can’t do this right now.”

“I could help you!” He looked at her with a gleam of hope in his eyes, almost pleading with her to change her mind. “I could support you. We spend enough time together and I know we’d make great….”

“No!” Y/N interrupted his desperate flow of words. “I know that I’d have all the support in the world but I just don’t want this. The timing isn’t right for me. I don’t want to take a break from my career, I don’t want to give up everything I’ve been working towards. This is isn’t a snap decision for the me. I’ve thought long and hard and considered all my options. This is my body, it’s my life and it’s my choice. I want kids Spencer, some day. But not now. It’s not what I want.”

“But… ”

“If I had a child right now, I’d love it yes. I’d take care of it and I’m sure I’d be a great mom. But there would always be that part of me that resented it. Because this isn’t right for me now. I don’t want to bring a child into this world that isn’t 100 percent wanted. So please don’t make me feel guilty about my decision. I came over tonight because I was hoping for support tomorrow. Not judgement, not you trying to change my mind. Because it can’t be changed. You’re my best friend and I need you right now. Will you come with me?”

She looked at him, her resolve set. And then in the tiniest flicker of his eyes she saw that his was too.

“Y/N… I can’t. I don’t think you should do this.”

With a sad expression on her face she nodded, turning on her heels and leaving his apartment.

She hated this. From the moment she’d walked through the door she just wanted to leave.

Not because she was changing her mind or regretting her decision, but because of the almost accusing looks she received from the other women in the waiting room. So much for sisterhood.

She couldn’t understand it at first, they were all here for the same reason. And then when the next woman entered the room, giving her name at the desk, Y/N suddenly did understand it completely. Because she stared too. It was inane curiosity, simply wondering what had bought them to this room. What had made someone consider this option?

Y/N knew her own reasons, her own story. But she knew that like every other woman in this room she was questioning what the others story was too. Was it something horrifically tragic? Were they just not ready? Were they going to be one of the percentage of people that climbed up onto the bed, and then ran kicking and screaming from the room, being unable to go to through with it and resigning themselves to a different fate.

The door opened again and everyone looked to see who the new arrival was, perhaps to start mentally making up a back story for this new person, to maybe try to make themselves feel better about their predicament. Or maybe to just distract themselves.

It wasn’t a woman this time, it was a man. An extremely tired looking man with ridiculously messy hair. He scanned the waiting room spotting her immediately and making his way over, and despite herself, Y/N smiled.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Spencer said as he reached her. She patted the plastic chair next to her and he slid into it.

“It’s okay,” she told him.

“I was stupid, and judgemental. And literally the worst friend ever. Everything you said was right and I was so very….. ”

“Spencer, it’s okay.” Because it was, it really was. He was here now and that was what mattered. He had come through for her.