there are so many more but I don't want to sit here for days typing sorry

everyone is gay: the musical // magnus & even, t+

aka: magnus has an awakening and even is unfortunate enough to be near it.
(for ceecee aka @westiris, thank u for supporting my impulsiveness love u)

“I gotta ask you something.”

Magnus blurts it out over lunch one day when it’s just him and Even sitting at the table. Even doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know that Magnus is staring intently at him, hands in his lap as he waits for Even to tell him, “go ahead, lay it on me, I’m a human search engine.”

“What’s up, Magnus,” he all but sighs instead, tossing his phone onto the table.

Magnus doesn’t even hesitate before beginning with “So you’re bisexual,” and Even’s patience is already compromised.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any evidence of Kaisoo? Like they love each other, or how they stare at each other lovingly, they take care of each other, they are jealous when someone flirt with one another, they hold hands? Because I wanna believe that Kaisoo is real :(

hello! if you’re asking for something physical like a kiss, then im sorry anon but we don’t have that. other things that people may just brush over tho, kd has a lot of those. sadly i can’t show you all of it bc theres simply too many so ill mostly be writing down links to other people’s analyses and moments other shippers sent me. without them this probably wouldn’t be as good. in the end its yours to decide whether you think they’re real or not. im only here to present moments and theories that go around in the fandom.

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anonymous asked:

You and exadorlion and everyone else. Are in this super cute Hamilton clique. I want to be apart, but I don't have any talent to offer😓

Okay! So, I totally understand where you’re coming from - it’s easy to look at groups of friends and want to be a part of it. I’ve been there Many times.

However, I’m going to go into what I’ll call “mom-mode” and say that it is super important to let friendships develop naturally. This might get a little long because this is something I have quite a few thoughts on, so bear with me.

If you chose not to read, it can be summed up with this: It’s not about talent, it’s about personal connection

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anonymous asked:

lmao I get that this is a weird question and i'm sorry to bother you but since I'm still quite a new fan of got7 and monsta x I was wondering if u could explain why I see so many people saying they think jackson and wonho are bi? asking u since you made that iconic post and i'm already a bts fan so definitely don't need clarification on yoongi, aha. I hope this isn't too strange and that ur having a good day!

Fhsjdkdjdkdk it’s not exactly iconic but thank u so much! Well from what I know:

 • wonho dated a trans boy in his uzzlang days 
• openly said that “gender doesn’t matter” when they asked for his ideal type 
 • shows a lot of love to male fans, always blowing them kisses (happened on after school club multuple times) n saying he loves them
• was extremely excited when he read a comment on a vlive calling him “wonho hyung”
 • he was asked about a group’s performance but all he kept saying is that they’re really handsome
 • says that he enjoys wiping the sweat off his members and gave minhyuk a lapdance at a fansign
 • i don’t remember but there was another video from his uzzlang days where he had his arm around a boy’s shoulder and was really close and kept trying to kiss him n looked p serious (as in, not fanservice before any hets come here. It was Gay. im a gayologist ok) 
here is a post that highlights some of these things: ()


 jackson is like the closest to openly bisexual there is like u just look at him and know that he’s not a het u don’t need examples but here are some of them which are iconic from what i remember: 
 • he kissed this old guy on television and the guy looked so smitten after fjshsjs, no straight man would ever do this. ok. especially w sb that old. hope he’s js’s sugar daddy after that
 • that another time on real men i guess where he fell in love with this military officer and couldn’t stop talking about how handsome he was n hugged him really tight n was like “why do u have to go”
 • he was taking a trip w jinyoung somewhere and acted like such a clingy boyfriend he made jinyoung sit next to him and hold his hand the entire time and jinyoung stopped holding his hand and jackson was sooo whiny
 • on celebrity bromance with jooheon he said that “between men, hearts can beat fast too, it’s not just a girl and boy thing”
 • lapdances. Lapdances everywhere
 • that time on weekly idol jaebum told him to recreate a scene w yugyeom where they were literally nose in nose n jackson… was.. so into it…and he told yugyeom to look at him n at one moment (like 1:52) it actually looked like he wanted to kiss him but stopped himself . Gay.  ()

 (if you still know he exists, can any good gay soul please help me with some more jackson moments or links, it would be rly appreciated?) 

anonymous asked:

You sure do the devil's advocate a bunch, don't you think?

Does it seems like it? L says I do.

Because there is another side and you can’t just brush it off because it doesn’t fit your narrative.

There is a public persona and a private. They are not the same. And to forget that and to assume they are the same is ridiculous. The are thousands of actors here that are living happy out lives in their personal lives but are closeted for their public persona.

I’m sorry but we make choices in this business rather you like them or not. And compromises. You make a conscience desicion. Do you want the career that you want and do you go along with the game or do you take a risk, out yourself knowing how Hollywood and casting is, and run the risk of not getting the work you want after.

I think you all confused what a choice and force is.

The force part is that in this business you feel that you have to conform and do what is asked so you get the roles and projects you want. That is forcing an issue. But you choose how you respond to it. You have the choice to play along and conform or say fuck it and do what you want, or you find a happy middle ground that everyone can live with. (Bearding is that middle for most. It allows them to be who they are in their private life while giving the studio the public persona they want). Force is that studios are still allowed to type cast people by race, color, religion and sexual orientation. Force is that the studios give you basically a handful of options and aren’t willing to budge. That is what is forced on people.


Choice is how you decide to respond to ultimatums.
As an adult you make choices everyday that you might like and some that you hate and guess what sometimes you have a compromise for some inbetween land.

As A will tell you, it is a choice to stay in the closet, to beard or not. Oh you can decide no. But that no has consequences and you have to decide if you are ready for them. You risk losing roles, less publicity. Stereotyping. Type casting.

Case in point as many know X recently just went through this. He was scheduled to do an Interview and make his annoucement. this had been planned for weeks (hell months). Do you know the mental preparation that went into this? literally four days before he gets called in for a sit down and basically told no. He was told very clearly that it was in his best interest not to do this. They have a part for him and they dont want to deal with this type of annoucement. So if he wants the part than he has to stay publicly in the closet. (He lives an out personal life and you all need to understand the difference).

Force is studio saying if you want this part, we want you to keep publicly playing straight.

Choice is how he responded to it. He decided to stay in for the role, and promptly shelled out more than my car and broke the contract with the team that he felt didnt stand up for him. That was his choice. No one could make it for him. he could have chosen to say no I’m coming out. And boy part of me wishes he had. But that isn’t my choice. Its his.

And fuck you if you think it was easy. you werent one of the ones on drug watch and suicide watch as he struggled with what he was going to do. We were. We literally reorganized our lives to insure that someone was with him at all times until he was able to reconcile himself with his choice. part of it was the mental readiness that he had spent days and weeks and months getting ready for publicly coming out.

Am I angry. fuck yeah. Am I mad that he is in this spot? Yes. do I think it is highly unfair? Fuck yeah.

But how is this any different than any other job.

I dont know if the fact that gay marriage is now legal and because there are more and more gay characters on tv, that you all are suffering from a kumbuya (its to early to even figure out how to spell that) moment or what.

But just because all this positive has happened doesn’t mean stereotyping, prejudice, and discrimination just up and fucking disappeared.
(If it had then I would not have had to sit up all night after someone I love tried to shove a bottle of pills down his throat. And yeah that was a choice too).

Lets look at teaching. I know several gay teachers. Do you think they all just come out to the schools they teach in? No because teachers are still getting fired in schools for being gay. Male teachers fucking molesting and sleeping with teenage girls all the time. Women sleeping with teenage boys, but parents freak the fuck out over a member of the lgtbq teaching their child.

So you seriously not see how fucked up the thinking in this country is.

Studios will promote the likes of rkelly but heaven forbid you be a man and want to bring your bf to the red carpet.

I dont know if folks pay attention to the news but the department of justice just said that discrimination laws and equality laws do not project lgtbq+ in the workplace.

So it might be fucking 2017 but it sure as hell isn’t easier or safer to be yourself.

How
Fucked
Up
Is
That???

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you can make a alternate/happy ending of the interview (if you don't mind.) That story has been stuck in my head and I'd love to read another version of it. :)

Oh, I’d love to! I did like the idea then, and the format I was trying to reflect based off the film I was inspired by. (Its name is Jackie, I thought the film was rather good, here’s a link to the trailer if you’re interested!)

Also if anyone else hasn’t read the original version of Interview, I suggest you read that first.

Thank you and have an incredible day!

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You sat beside the hospital bed, a hand wound about your husband. 

However, for once, there was no comforting thumb rubbing your knuckles, or gentle smile on his face.

Because he was asleep.

A coma, specifically. 

He’d been this way for weeks. 

But he’d been becoming responsive. 

It had even been recorded by medical staff.

A small squeeze of your hand when you cried.

A few murmured words when you spoke.

He was getting better.

He had to be. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, by a nurse, her voice soft.

“Mrs. Han? There’s a reporter here to see you.” 

“I thought…I thought I asked for no reporters.” You hummed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You had hardly gotten a wink of sleep.

“Yes well…he was sent by your father in law. Mr. Han wanted some sort of update while he’s away and Mr. Jung was the closest in the area.” 

“Is that verified?” You asked, hesitance apparent in your words. 

“Yes, Mr. Han called us this morning to let us know.” She sighed. “He also believed…it may help you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, sitting up awkwardly. “N-No more than a few questions.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a period of silence before the journalist arrived that you couldn’t help but feel another wave of exhaustion crash over you, your body weak.

It wasn’t the type of exhaustion caused when you didn’t sleep, though.

It was the kind from when you felt drained. 

You had cried until your face seemed engraved with permanent tear stains. 

Your body was seemingly weighed down with cinder blocks, each step heavier than the next. 

Your grief swelled inside of you as though you may burst, your hope muddling with weary aches. 

“Mrs. Han?” An oddly bright voice chimed in your ears. 

You turned to see a young man, his hair disheveled and wrapped into a loose bun with strands slipping over his muddy eyes. 

You didn’t know entirely how to react when his lips stretched into a smile. 

A smile was refreshing, most of the time.

But not now. 

He understood immediately, anxiously clearing his throat as he approached you, reaching out a hand. 

“I’m sure the nurse already told you about me but I’m Jung Byeon.” 

You slowly took it, dipping your head lightly. “MC.” 

He pulled up a seat, sitting down beside you, tapping his notepad as though he was excited. 

That wasn’t appreciated by you. 

“So, what…exactly happened?” 

You narrowed your eyes, raising a perplexed brow. “What…? I-Isn’t it a-already all over the n-news?” 

“Well, a version of it. Mr. Han specifically requested to hear it from your point of view. Knowing that you were closest to your husband at the time.” 

“…Oh.” 

The memories had sat in your mind, hints and reminders haunting you every moment it could.

You knew it better than you knew yourself. 

“I-It…It might give you some…closure as well to talk about it.” He remarked. “Think of me as like a friend, I’m just here to help.” 

You took a deep breath, soaking in his words. 

“Alright…”

“So, would you be able to describe to me what happened?” 

You had been standing beside your husband, the two of you happily talking in the early morning before he had to attend one of his meetings. 

Your hands were entwined, you yourself pressing close against him, a dazed expression painting your face. 

“We were together early in the morning.” You felt a faint grin appear as you thought of him. “We’re almost always together. It’s nice to always have someone by your side. I-I hadn’t even thought that anything was off.”

You were too preoccupied to notice the figures upon the roof. 

Your frown quickly reemerged. 

“Do you have any idea as to why the perpetrator was after him?” 

“N-no, he’s the kindest, most considerate person I know!” You insisted. “I-I mean he can be cold b-but…he’s never needlessly aggressive. He’s polite with clients and coworkers. I-I can’t imagine anyone truly wanting him dead.” 

“They’ve stated it had to do with his business as a whole. Moreso what he represented than who he was. And what he represented was wealth and power, something many people want” 

“He didn’t deserve that.” You replied sharply. “H-He didn't’ deserve any of this. He didn’t choose to be born into the life he has! None of us get to choose for the environments we were raised in, so why do so many act as though he wanted any of this?” 

“I don’t know,” Jung mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

You felt anger pour from your fingertips, drawing about you as though you were paper. 

“T-That bullet sounded like a train.” You said, your tone trembling. “The whole s-situation was like watching someone be pushed in front of a train.” 

“How so?” 

“I-It all goes by too fast for you to process at first. All you hear is a w-wailing, a-and s-screeching until it all comes to this horrible realization.” 

You had just assumed it was a car or something of the sort. 

Until you heard the breath be snatched from Jumin, a short, desperate gasp erupting from him before his body collapsed against you, sloppily pushing you behind him. 

“H-Honey?” You had switched your head back, a horror smashing into you as you found his eyes wider than dinner plates with surprise as blood dribbled from his mouth.

And as well, from the side of his head. 

His grip had tightened on you suddenly, as though some sort of attempt to shield you, or hide you away. 

He opened his mouth to speak, barely coherent words rasping from him. 

You could hardly believe what he was telling you. 

“And what did he say?” 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you drew him down to the ground, his strength dispersing from him in moments. 

You set his head in your lap, ignoring the security that raced about frantically. 

His blood was smearing against you.

His blood. 

He was bleeding. 

You threw off your jacket, covering the wound, refraining from breaking into furious sobs as you saw the bits of flesh dangling helplessly to his head. 

This shouldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening?

“Are you okay, love?” He wheezed again, his eyes rolling towards you. 

“I-I’m fine!” You cried, tipping your head in the crook of his neck. “Y-You’re going to be fine too! I’ll make sure of it! O-Okay?” 

And you swore, after hearing you assure him, he grinned.

It was a small, feeble grin.

But one nonetheless.

“He held my hand, t-the entire time.” You felt the tears spill down your cheeks again, your chin quivering. “It’s l-like I was his lifeline.” You huffed. “And I’m not letting go until I see him awake! U-Until he’s okay!” 

“You care very much-” 

“I love him!” You snapped. “He’s everything to me!” 

“Well, what do you plan to do if he doesn’t wake up?” 

Your breath hitched. 

You were silent for a bit, before scowling.

“He’s going to wake up.” 

“There’s no guarantee.” 

“He’s been showing response signs! He’s expected to wake up-” 

“Expected doesn’t mean for sure-” 

“You need to leave.” You snarled. “Now.” 

“Ms. Han-” 

“Leave. Now. Please.” 

Jung opened his mouth to speak but clamped his mouth shut as he began to scramble to his feet. 

“Yes ma’am.” He returned. “T-Thank you.” 

You were silent. 

You didn’t dare move until you heard his steps fade away down the hall. 

You wiped at your face, turning back towards Jumin. 

You squeezed his hand, laying your head on the mattress. “I’m staying here. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” 

And to your utter surprise. 

You got a response. 

It was dry, yet each word was laced with a tenderness that could only come from him.

“I’m not leaving either darling.” 

anonymous asked:

Hey!^•^ if you don't mind, I'd love if you could write boyfriend canon for romano? And maybe America?

This will be a bit hard and kinda short since a lot of my headcanons for America as a boyfriend are the same or at least very similar to my headcanons for him as a friend. So with that said, here we go!

America Boyfriend Headcanons

- He is a total snuggle addict. At night, he loves to wrap you up in his arms and fall asleep with your legs tangled up together. The downside of this though is that he’s practically a human space heater, and you’ll be sweating buckets while he just sleeps.

- Although he’s a snuggler when he’s trying to fall asleep, he’s not much of a cuddler when he’s awake. He has trouble staying still for long enough to have a proper cuddle session with you. He can’t help it - he’s just antsy. He’ll sit next to you for a while, but unless you two are eating or watching TV together, he’ll probably be fidgeting too much to really enjoy cuddling.

- He hates cliche dates. He thinks they are boring. If you try and go to dinner and a movie he might just be sick. Nope. Dates with him have to be exciting. He loves things like amusement parks and bungee jumping and drunken mini golf at midnight.

- The guy is obsessed with decorating for holidays. Like, even if you don’t live together, he will come to your house because he needs to make the place festive. Cotton cobwebs and skeletons at halloween, Paper hearts hanging from the ceiling for Valentine’s Day, and confetti and lights dangling from everywhere at New Years.

- When the two of you are out in public, he’s not much of a hand holder (be grateful, because if he were, he’d just be pulling you all around over the place) but he’ll sling an arm around your waist and hold you to his side when he’s walking once in awhile.

- He hates talking about his day (he’s already lived it, why would he want to waste time repeating it?) but he always asks you how your day was. Always. And he’s happy to listen to you talk about it for hours, so long as you don’t make him sit still the entire time.

- One closet in your house will be dedicated solely to Coca-Cola products. He can’t get enough of them, and when you run out, he goes nuts. Better to just keep a closet stocked full of them to keep him from freaking out.

- You have to go with him to every nearby Comic Con every year. It’s not up for debate. You’re going.

- He loves starting tickle fights seemingly out of nowhere and for no reason, and he almost always wins, but he’s a sore loser if you somehow manage to turn the tables and tickle him. He’ll thrash around aimlessly and laugh until he’s crying while he tries to push you away from him, then pout for hours and childishly refuse to talk to you when you finish. If you want to win, take my advice and go for the heels of his foot. He won’t be able to take it.

Romano Boyfriend Headcanons

- He keeps a drawer full of his things at your place in case he ends up spending the night. Nothing really permanent, just some clothes, clean underwear, a charger for his phone, and some other little things. Over the months, that little drawer of things just somehow naturally evolves into two drawers, then three, then the hallway in the closet starts to house a few of his suits for work and the kitchen cabinets somehow all have his favorite snacks stored in them and the bathroom holds a few bottles of his shampoo and aftershave and… oh look at that… he’s moved in completely. When did that happen?

- He needs constant reaffirmation that you like him. He’s had too many experiences where people he cared for left him, and those who didn’t leave him would tend to use him. He wants to know - no, he needs to know that you stay with him because you care about him. Hold his hand for no good reason, give him a random peck on the cheek in public, or curl into him on the couch. It’ll make him feel reassured that you actually love him.

- Romano shows his love for you in strange ways. He tries to mask his compliments of you with indifference and tries to push you away sometimes because he thinks there’s just no way you aren’t just using him while at the same time begging you to stay close to him with his eyes.  

- He can be quite the romantic at times. I mean, come on, he is Italian. Be prepared for dinners by moonlight, walks under the stars, and romantic candlelit baths.

- He has trouble falling asleep. It’s much easier for him to fall  asleep to the sounds you make. He’ll fall asleep to the sound of your breathing, but he absolutely adores the times you stay up whispering about whatever is on your mind to him. Your voice soothes him like a lullaby and he’ll be out in no time.

- Please tell him that you love him. Good. Now tell him again. And again. One more time, please? Please? He loves to hear it. He loves to hear it so much. It makes his entire day.

- He’s a bit prone to jealousy, so if he sees you spending just a little too much time with someone he especially doesn’t care for, he’ll be sure to sling an arm around your waist and drag you close to him. He’ll be as affectionate as possible in front of everyone in order to show off that you are his and he is yours. 

(Sorry about the format of these, my computer is busted and my tablet is… well, just acting weird. It makes typing pretty difficult. Hope this okay!)

~ Admin Sparkle

anonymous asked:

A and B is like this happy couple that everyone knows about but they have to break up at the end of senior yr coz they have to go to different colleges. Before they break up B ask A to at least keep them in their mind for a bit and they agree if they still want each other they would get back together after college if not they don't. Whether they do or not is up do you :) spamano pls? (Sorry I wasn't sure if it sent or not and I was listening to Taylor swift's wildest dreams so

High School is different for everyone. For Lovino and Antonio it was just another stage of life that they needed to get through, that is, until they met each other. The moment they bumped into each other in the hallway that fateful day, it was love at first sight. At first it didn’t seem like they would get along as good as they did, yet they proved to be almost inseparable, soon enough becoming the most well-known and cutest couple of their entire class. They were wonderful and lovely, adored by both staff and classmates all around. It was the type of love that you assumed only existed in fairy tales. However, High School didn’t last forever, as Senior year flew by in the blink of an eye, and next thing they knew graduation was in less than a week away. Yet…a single problem remained. They wouldn’t be able to be together any longer, because they would both attend different collages in different parts of the country. That’s when they both agreed on a sad, yet expected choice…

“You sure you want to do this, Lovino?” Antonio asked, the two laying down on Lovino’s bed, just staring up at the blank ceiling as they held hands.

“Yeah. It’s…easier if we do it now rather than wait, you know.” Lovino said, trying to sound confident, but the hesitation was still there. Antonio turned to the side, pulling Lovino into an embrace. Lovino snuggled into it, purring at the warmth.

“I wish that it could be different.” Antonio murmured. But how could they even try to fix it? They would be thousands of miles apart from each other. Hell, Lovino was going to study overseas. He had gained a full scholarship to one of the best culinary schools in the world, and Antonio would never allow him to simply walk away from the chance. Not like Lovino would give up on it either.

“I know…it fucking sucks.” Lovino groaned, burying his face into Antonio’s chest. “I…I really don’t want to say goodbye…”

“I know.” Antonio kissed Lovino’s forehead, not noticing as a tear escape the edge of his eye. The two simply holding each other in silence for hours, agonizing over the fact that couldn’t be changed. They would never see each other again. Even if they tried to stay in contact, it would be almost impossible due to them living on their own lives. It was painful.

“…GAH!” Lovino finally sighed, sitting up on the bed. “Hey, listen, I have an idea!”

“Hm?”

“Let’s make a promise.” Lovino turned to Antonio, staring into his eyes. “After…we part, I want you to promise me to keep me in your mind. Just for a little while longer, and I’ll keep you in mine. And…if by the time we see each other again we still feel the same then…” By the end of the sentence Lovino had tears falling down his cheeks, Antonio quickly hugging Lovino as tears of his own escaped his eyes.

“I promise.” Antonio whispered, smiling at Lovino as he held his pinky finger and wrapped it around Lovino’s. “We’ll keep in each other’s mind…and live on.”

“…yeah. We’ll…live on.” The two shared one more kiss.

“I love you, Lovino.”

“I love you, Antonio…so very much.”


It would be over seven years since that night. Antonio would go on to study law, graduating to become a prestigious lawyer at top of his class. Lovino would graduate to become a premium chef, working in the most exclusive of restaurants within Italy for a couple of years before being able to move back to his home city, where he planned to create his dream restaurant along with his brothers. The past seemed just that; past.

“Remember to get the milk, hold on, hey Luddy, do we need anything else? Oh! And some sausages!”

“I know I know.” Lovino grumbled, talking to his brother on the phone as he pushed the shopping cart. He was buying some grocery for himself when he made the mistake of asking his brother if he needed anything. Now he had an entire list to look for. “I’ll get you the stuff and drop them off at your place.”

“Alright! Thank you so much, Lovi! We owe you one-AH HE’S WALKING, LUDDY, GET THE CAMERA-!”

Lovino sighed, hanging up and getting his phone away. His little brother was already married and with an adopted child to call his own. He hated to admit it, but he felt old.

Where was his happy ending dammit?

“Right, some eggs and then milk.” Lovino went off to the area where the milk was at, and glanced around looking for the one he was looking for. However, as he usually did with things that were in tall places, he struggled to reach it from the top shelf. “Oh for fuck sakes.” He hissed, growling as his curl began to crunch up in frustration. The least time could’ve done was to make him any taller? It appeared Lovino would finally give up on his conquest, settling to maybe not get the milk. However, another shopper went ahead and reached up, easily picking up the milk from the top shelf.

“Here. This is the one you want, right?”

“Oh!” Lovino held the milk. “Y-Yeah, thanks, um…” Lovino glanced up, and the moment their eyes met, they froze in their spot. After so many years, Lovino once more was able to see those beautiful green eyes that he had dreamed about for so many years. He couldn’t even form out words, his heart beating ever so fast.

“…Lovino?” Antonio whispered, a smile appearing on his features as he recognized his former love.

“A…Antonio…” Lovino gasped, barely holding the milk in his hands. It was him. It was Antonio. He was there. In front of him. After all of this time… “…It’s you.”

“Lovi!” Antonio settled down the milk and instantly wrapped his arms around Lovino, picking him up in a hug before spinning around with him. “Lovi it’s really you!”

“GAH! Yeah, it’s me! Antonio! Put me down!” Lovino asked, his face burning as his mind began to rush with memories and emotions of all kinds. Antonio settled him down, but didn’t let go of him just yet, just excited and overjoyed.

“Lovi…I can’t believe it, it’s been so long, look at you!” Antonio squealed, quickly smushing Lovino’s face. Lovino grabbed a hold of Antonio’s hands.

“Yeah, I’m here!” Lovino lowered Antonio’s hands, but he didn’t let go of them just yet. “You…you’ve gotten taller too.”

“Have I? I honestly didn’t notice…” Antonio chuckled. “…hey, how come you’re here though? You were studying in Italy?”

“I saved up enough money there and came back here to build the restaurant my brother and I have always wanted. I just arrived a month ago, actually.” Lovino leaned closer to Antonio. “What about you? For once you aren’t wearing a t-shirt that’s three sizes too big.”

Antonio laughed. “Well, I’m a lawyer now, so I guess those kind of t-shirts are just back home.”

“A lawyer…” Lovino smiled ever so brightly. To think Antonio could go this far. It made him extremely happy. He truly did live on as they promised. “…I’m so glad.”

“Hey, Lovi.”

“Hm?” As Lovino glanced back up, Antonio stood mere inches away from his face, much to his surprise.

“You’re still on my mind.” He whispered. Those words alone almost had Lovino burst into tears, but instead he just gritted his teeth, punching Antonio lightly before hiding his face.

“Bastard!” Lovino hissed, however he was smiling, a few tears escaping his eyes. “You…you could’ve just gone on with someone else, you know?! Don’t you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or something?!”

“No,” Antonio went on. “I…I really couldn’t forget you, Lovino.” He leaned closer, holding Lovino’s hands. “Did you forget about me?”

“AS IF I COULD EVER!” Lovino yelled, throwing his arms around Antonio before burying his face into his chest. “You ass…even when I flirted with so many other people your smile always kept popping up in my mind…I couldn’t get over you dammit…”

Antonio smiled, holding Lovino in his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“You better be!” Lovino growled, looking up at Antonio as the two simply stared at each other. It felt as if they had both found a sense of accomplishment that they had never felt before. It was as…if they were complete and whole.

“Well…how about you come by my place? We could catch up.”

“I can’t, I promised Feli I would come by his place for dinner. Though…” Lovino’s cheeks burned red. “You could come over…and we could have dinner there together.”

“Feli wouldn’t mind?”

“He won’t. He owes me for coming down here and do his shopping.”

“Is that so?” Antonio stood silent for a few seconds, and then surprised Lovino with a peck on his lips, a feeling both missed ever so dearly. “…I still love you, Lovi.”

Lovino smiled. “I still love you too, Antonio. Very very much.”

Why some fans don't understand the concept of being a fan.

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As a YG stan I’ve never understood how a number of fans (not all) think it’s fine to bring down their idols in any way possible. I read some confessions and know it’s everyone’s personal opinion but some I just don’t get. A number of confessions have stood out to me, not naming any, but they go around the same lines and with what’s going on in the fandom I thought of a few things.

1) You don’t control their lives, they don’t owe you anything with who they date. Leaving mean comments on Kiko’s instagram does not make you a better person, you are not protecting GD. In fact you’re hurting someone close to him and that’s that. You can’t hate on Kiko just because GD has sunken your ship. He’s a grown man with a load of money and if he wants a girlfriend then let him have one. This isn’t even about Kiko anymore, it’s about Big Bang in general to be honest. Let them be because they’re grown men and the last thing they need is a fangirl crying in their faces over how her oppa isn’t dating her and is somehow dating ‘satan’. At the end of the day their girlfriends will get a lot more than you will. That is the reality of the world my friend.

(it didn’t look like top at first but aye I just needed a picture ok)

(she’s gorgeous stop hating on her)

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2) We’re here for the music and nothing else, we’re here to support them because we found a liking towards them because of their music and maybe many other reasons but that won’t give us the right to control them. Just because GD might be sad we have no right to know why unless he tells us, some jokes that are tweeted towards any member of the family can hurt because some jokes need to stop. Don’t bring up past scandals, they’re human too. We all make mistakes, they do too. Don’t like something they do then get it off your chest but don’t go tweeting death threats because being a kpop idol isn’t as easy as it seems.

3) Your ship is not real, be offended if you like but just remember that YOUR SHIP IS NOT REAL. As a TopRi and nyongtory shipper myself I enjoy their interactions and reading their fics but I know that they will never be real because shipping is just a imagination. No amount of predictions, evidences or reading of faces or other things will mean your ship is real. Skydragon, topri, nyongtory, todae, gtop,daragon and every other ship out there is not real. Have fun with shipping, make edits or write fics, do whatever but do not bash other ships and provide evidence and act insane trying to prove that your ship is real. Even tweeting your idols about it can make them feel uncomfortable. It’s hard enough smiling and giving fanservice so at least give them a break. Just because they hug one another and stand close and even hold hands does not mean it’s real. This type of behavior is normal as it’s considered showing love but not love where it ends with them in bed, that stuff is for fanfics. They have a different upbringing, we all do. We all live in a different country with different cultures with what’s acceptable and what isn’t. Just because one of them hugs the other too tight does not mean they’re dating. It’s called fanservice and they’re close backstage but you have to hype up the fans once in a while.

4) CL and Bom. There’s so many speculations that CL doesn’t support Bom because while Bom is suffering CL is out at fashion shows. HOW STUPID ARE YOU? (sorry) Just because CL isn’t at Bom’s side giving tissues does not mean that she doesn’t support her. Even if YG family doesn’t show it as such they’re still an extremely close company and look out for another. I hate to bring this up but even GD spent time with his family during his scandal and BB even did CF’s in New Zealand for North Face without Daesung but they were still there for him. Considering CL is a leader of a successful girl group anyone can make her a easy target. CL is a damn good leader, hence being the reason why she’s the leader in the first place. I don’t know what Bom is doing and how she’s coping but I’m going to stick here as a fan because she needs our support and you bringing down her group members isn’t going to help. Before your group members comes your family and even if your group members are like your family it does not mean you hold them down because of what’s happening to you. These girls are close, the entire company is close so leave it at that.

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5) CL and Minzy don’t like one another. Again you don’t need to display every emotion on a camera, just because CL may seem distant from Minzy during broadcasts or 2NE1 tv does not mean they don’t like each other. If they didn’t like one another then Minzy would have left ages ago and she hasn’t so long story short people need to stop judging from what’s shown to us.

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6) Team B getting recognition despite having not debuted as well as Winner. What has happened can’t be changed and if you don’t like the fact that rookies who haven’t debuted are getting a chance to perform already then you need to sit down. This is the K-POP industry we’re talking about and we all know YG will do anything to bring in money and if it means putting Team B and Winner on the set list for the YGFamily Concert then so be it. It’ll bring in more fans and those who attend the concert will have more acts to see making their money well spent. Pretty simple.

7) Seungri will always get hate. I’m Seungri biased but he’ll get hate no matter what because he barely made it and he’s the maknae and it sucks knowing that my bias will get hate no matter how hard he works. He isn’t the only glue holding BigBang together, it’s all of them. But before judging him or any other member of the family take some time out to learn a bit about these idols because it’s not all fun and games. He isn’t the favorite and you can easily see it from how his promotions went but he’s still cared for and considered part of the family. Plus his album was a last minute thing so of course YG didn’t have time for promotions so everything was left to him but before you judge Seungri make sure you think twice.

8) Yang Hyun Suk. He has no idea what a world map is and can’t tell the time but to be honest we owe this man a lot. We easily criticize him for not giving comebacks and stuff but put yourself in his shoes. Leading a hugely successful company with artists who dominate the charts then you’re going to want to delay your comebacks because that makes the fans want more and it gives the artists to work better. Give the man a break because we wouldn’t have all these amazing acts and I’m sure we’d all wait a little longer for a comeback because knowing YG it’ll be more than amazing. I’m sure we’d much rather wait for a good comeback than see artists show up at festivals and dance until they faint.

9) Stop hating on Jennie Kim.The girl hasn’t even debuted yet and she’s flooded by rumors and so on. A rumor isn’t true because it’s a rumor. Just because she’s being somewhat promoted by featuring on singles does not give you the right to hate her. It’s how the music industry works. It’s called promoting and building a name for yourself.

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10) BigBang going to the army. It would be a miracle if they went together but no, they won’t. What do you think was the point of Winner and Team B? Their age plays a big part because I’m sure Seungri wouldn’t want to do his duty at 24-25 and would much rather go around 27 or so. Going now would be good because they’d be back together but then the company won’t be balanced. Who’s going to be on variety shows in Japan if they’re all gone at once? Who will be in films if they go at once? Who will do CF’s or create a album if they leave at once? YG has got this planned out because BigBang is one of his biggest source of income, both as a group and solo. If BigBang leaves for two years that profit won’t be there, but if they go at different times that profit will be stable. After all satan needs a new gold watch.

As fans we need to understand that nothing will go our way. No amount of hating on YG will change that. We can however show how thankful we are for them and buy their albums or singles, help one another in the fandom out and make friends and for the heck of it comment on fanfics. It will bring down the bitterness one way or another. We’re pretty lucky compared to other fandoms that have groups from companies such as SM. Because I’m not much of an EXO fan but I feel bad that they’re under SM. Compared to anything our artists have more freedom and are even open with us fans so lets not jeopardize with acts of hate towards each other and idols.

Just please let your idols be themselves and support them.

submitted by- oppas-eyeliner 

barney and robin's real ending (in my personal universe it's a bit too fairytale)
  • It's 2030, Robin is driving and Barney is on the passenger seat, they're talking
  • R: Remember when we were in Hong Kong?
  • B: Yeah asian boobs, I mean, girls, everywhere
  • Robins rolls her eyes
  • R: I mean //that// day
  • B: Of course I do, Robin, how could I forget?
  • Robin sights and pouts slighly like she's upset but not in an entirely sad way
  • R: She was so small
  • B: Yeah
  • R: And now, college
  • B: Yeah, about that, do you think it'd be too much to put a tracking device on her? I'm thinking on the teeth maybe-
  • R: Barney!
  • Robin takes one hand off the wheel and slaps his arm
  • B: Ouch! Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it. Remember: dorms, booze, frat boys
  • R: Frat boys?
  • B: It's college anything could happen, we have to take precautions
  • Robin looks thoughtful for a moment
  • R: We could ask Marvin to look after her
  • B: That's not enough! we should-
  • R: Shut it Barney she can see us
  • B: Fine but we'll discuss it later
  • It's 2019, Barney and Robin are on a hotel room in Hong Kong. Robin is rushing around looking for something work related and Barney is sitting on the bed looking anxious
  • B: Robin?
  • She doesn't listen
  • B: Robin, hey
  • Barney holds her wrist as she walks by
  • R: What Barney? I can't find my things and I'm late
  • B: There's something we need to talk about
  • Robin finally pays attention to his expression and her own shifts from frustration to concern
  • R: Is something wrong?
  • Barney takes a deep breath and tugs her toward the bed. She sits in front of him, their eyes lock
  • B: We have to talk about where this - he gestures in between them - is going
  • R: What do you mean?
  • B: Look, Robin, neither of us ever wanted to get married-
  • R: Wait, Barney, I know you hate being away from home but I just got a proposal to move back to New York, I'll barely travel anymore you won't even have to come if you don't want to I-
  • B: Hey Scherbatsky, calm down
  • R: No! You're about to ask for a divorce!
  • B: Wow, wait, no, that's not it
  • He holds her hands and shifs so they're sitting closer now
  • B: When we got married I vowed to always be honest with you, and lately I've been wishing for something, something you might not want to share with me, and that's why I've kept it to mysel only because I thought-
  • R: Cut to the chase Barney, you're making me nervous
  • B: Okay. I think. No. I know I want kids, but I want you more, so if you don't want them, that's fine, but if you could do this for me, Robin, if you've changed your mind even a little bit about this please
  • R: Barney, I told you, I can't
  • Robin let's go of his hands to rest her palms on her own flat stomach
  • B: I know, I know, I was thinking we could adopt
  • Robin gets up covering her mouth with one hand and starts pacing around the room
  • B: I get it if you don't want this, I knew about it when I married you
  • R: Be quiet I need a minute
  • They stay in silence for a long time Barney on the bed and Robin still pacing. Eventually she stops in front of the window contemplating the view of that strange city
  • R: We could do it here
  • B: What?
  • R: Before we leave for the U.S., I can call some favors
  • B: I don't follow
  • R: A little girl, I think, they leave so many of them here
  • B: Are you saying...
  • She turns around to face him, the corners of her mouth are curved up just slighly
  • R: We're getting a daughter
  • Robin's voice is a whisper but the words make Barney smile openly
  • B: We're getting a daughter!
  • He jumps off the bed and rushes toward Robin taking her in his arms and kissing her. When they break apart there's laughter and tears and they're terrified but really happy at the same time
  • Barney and Robin are on an orphanage, there are kids running everywhere, they are starting to regret their decision and are about to leave when a little girl stops them, she looks about seven and her black hair is tied back with a red ribbon, an employee comes running after her
  • (M is for the little girl and E is for the employee)
  • M: Miss, Mister, do you think I'm too young to know if I like girls?
  • Barney and Robin smile in surprise at her question and the employee looks mortified
  • E: I'm sorry, she's always like this, out of control
  • R: It's okay
  • M: Are you gonna answer?
  • E: Mae!
  • Barney laughs
  • B: I think that's something you always know
  • M: See?!
  • The little girl looks victorious but the employee eyes her angrily
  • E: Let's go, that's enough for the day
  • M: You need to get over yourself
  • Barney bursts into laughter then and Robin slaps his arm but she's holding back one of her own
  • E: I apologize, she watches too much TV, hockey games made her agressive
  • That sentence makes Robin freeze and Barney looks over at her smiling in utter amusement
  • B: So you like hockey?
  • M: Yes, and the news, actually aren't you Robin Scherbatsky?
  • Barney pokes Robin's ribs and she comes back to the real world
  • R: Yeah, I mean, yes, I am
  • M: You're everywhere, your life must be awesome
  • R: I guess, I've seen a lot of places
  • M: That's so cool
  • E: Okay, Mae I'm serious time to go
  • M: Fine, fine, bye
  • She waves her little hand at them as she walks away and Barney and Robin are left with a sense of accomplishment
  • Back to 2030
  • There's a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl on the sidewalk, her hair is tied back with a red ribbon, she smiles when the car pulls over and opens the door to get in
  • M: Hey mom, hey dad
  • B: Hello baby girl
  • M: Dad I told you to stop doing that, I'm going to college!
  • B: But you'll always be my baby girl
  • M: God you're so cheesy
  • Mae rolls her eyes and Robin laughs
  • R: Are you excited?
  • M: Are you kidding me? It's gonna be legen - wait for it - dary! Legendary! Plus, lots of college hotties
  • B: That's my girl!
  • Barney and Mae high five and Robin rolls her eyes
  • R: You do remember we're going to Canada in two weeks right?
  • M: Of course! Not gonna miss the Scherbatsky's annual hockey game on the year we kick aunt Katie's team in the ass
  • R: Now, that is MY girl!
  • Robin and Mae high five and Barney smiles
  • M: Why are we going to uncle Ted's again?
  • B: It's the anniversary of the gang
  • R: The day they met me twenty five years ago
  • M: Wait does that mean aunt Lily is cooking?
  • R: No, I think it's aunt Tracy's turn
  • M: Thank god, aunt Lil's "gourmet" taste kills me
  • R: Yeah, don't ever tell her that
  • M: I know, I know "Aldrin justice"
  • B: Your aunt Lily is an evil mastermind that must not be toyed with. We're serious
  • M: Sometimes I think you guys overreact
  • Barney and Robin exchange a serious look
  • R/B: Just don't tell her
  • M: Wow, okay
  • They arrive at the Mosby household and Robin stops the car, as soon as she does Mae jumps out and runs for the door screaming she'll get revenge on Marvin and Daisy for whatever new prank they pulled on her, her parents stay in the car watching
  • R: Does it ever bother you?
  • B: What?
  • R: That she doesn't look like us
  • B: Robin, she's exactly my type
  • R/B: Asian with some boob
  • They say it at the same time
  • B: Yeah!
  • R: That's disturbing
  • B: For once I agree let's never say it again
  • He's starting to get out of the car but Robin holds his arm to keep him in place
  • R: Seriously, does it? Bother you I mean?
  • B: Robin, I think if we did have children that were of our own blood they still wouldn't be as perfect as Mae is, so no, it doesn't
  • Robin smiles
  • R: Thank you
  • B: For what?
  • R: Everything
  • B: I agreed to a divorce three years into our marriage why are you thanking me
  • She slaps his arm once again playfully
  • B: Okay, you know what, it was entirely my pleasure
  • Their eyes lock and they smile in perfect sync leaning in for a kiss but are interrupted by Mae shouting from the door
  • M: Hey! Are you guys coming or what?
  • R: We'll be there in a second!
  • Robin gives Barney a quick kiss and they get out of the car and walk toward the house, their second pair of wedding rings gleam under the sunlight

allmyfavefandoms1  asked:

Hey! If you don't mind, could you either do: This is a mandatory partner project and since everybody else is taken I have to have you as my partner AU or I don’t want to go to this party/dance alone so please be my date AU? Thank you so much! I love reading your fanfics!

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Sakura hated partner projects. She believed everyone else was incompetent and that she was going to be doing most of the work anyways so why bother having partners? Basically, partner projects were just ways to give good grades to the slackers. Sakura’s eyes darted to Naruto, who sat a few seats to the left of her. 

Naruto was the type to be wary of for partner projects. He wasn’t exactly lazy like Shikamaru was but he wasn’t really bright to begin with. It was a shame though because Naruto was quite hard-working if he put his heart into it. Sakura glanced at Chouji and Shikamaru who sat a few seats in front of Naruto. Those two were troublesome because they seemed to be more interested in eating and sleeping rather than studying.

Sakura sighed. It was going to be difficult to choose a partner. She would have to think of some way to turn down Naruto gently so that he wouldn’t be offended. Sakura pondered over what to say to Naruto. Perhaps if she offered to treat him out to ramen, he wouldn’t be as upset about her rejecting him as a partner.

“Okay! Is everyone partnered up?” their teacher, Kakashi, asked as he clapped his hands together.

Sakura opened her eyes as she glanced around the room. She hadn’t realize how long she had been thinking to herself. Everyone seemed to have partnered up already. Even Naruto, who she had thought would come to her first, was sitting next to a violet-haired girl named Hinata.

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Super long. I did not bother to re-read so there may be some spelling errors. 

  • No One is Alone sounds so pretty. The song actual sets the stage for the storylines that are in tonight’s episode. Lines that I feel really work with the episode “no one acts alone - careful - no one is alone” “people make mistakes holding to their own” “while we’re seeing our side maybe we forgot they are not alone” “someone is on your side”

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gigiree  asked:

Hi:) I saw you requested some prompts earlier on? If you're still up for it, how about a scenario with a big difference in life spans between fairies and goblins? Essentially fairies are like the flowers in spring, living short, bright lives burning out so quickly in their haste and goblins are more of a slow, smolder, age and darkness only making them a bit more preserved, like petrified wood. Then when Bog finds out, he has to deal with the fact that there will be a time without Marianne.

SO I WAS WRITING THIS AND THEN IT ATE IT SO I HAVE TO WRITE IT AGAIN!

This one was hard… and to tell you the truth I didn’t want to write it myself. But I did… because you’re so nice! And how could I say no!!!

So here it is. I did my best. And to save my soul I kept it short!


It all started with a question, she remembered. 

Staring down at her ancestors through the pages of old documents. They had been searching through laws, the two of them finding ways to bypass complications, connect Kingdoms, chain links into something more than rusted chains. He’d pointed at one of the men, someone on her mothers side of the family maybe, and commented on age. That they’d died young. And then, after a moment, they’d all died young. 

He asked how, while she stared at him, confused, unknowing, while he listed causes and ailments. Disease, predator, a power struggle over a crown of ivory and silver. And she’d shaken her head no

“They died pretty old,” she explained, missing his own face twist in confusion. “I mean… here… look at this guy.” And she pointed at one- an older gentleman, drawn with sepia ink, nearly faded on worn parchment. “He was my…” she ticked of fingers, counting down generations, “great, great grandfather, I think, and he lived to be a hundred! So-”

He shook his head, protested, told her she was wrong, she had to be wrong. Because he would grow old. He’d watch the trees round him grow and die, he’d see new generations born and he’d finally preserve and disappear and grow and be remembered like everything around him. Just as she would.

Because like him she’d grow with the forest. Together.

And then there was understanding. Slow and cautious and sad. And he didn’t like that sad, not at all. He’d take tears and cries and screams, but not that sad. The type that lingers with pity and something to come.

“Marianne?”

But she shook her head -no, not now, it’s my turn to talk- and he went silent as she rounded the table, sitting atop it and taking his hands in hers. There was a long silence before she was even able to look up, and when she did he could only see faded moons and a world spinning too fast in her eyes to count the coming sunsets.

And then slowly, carefully, she began.

It would take her an hour to explain. But she did. Flowers were not the same as trees, he was slowly starting to realize as his gut tugged and pulled and his throat closed with ties of ribbons waiting to be cut. And they’re beautiful for the reason that they don’t last long. 

She didn’t think that they would have to talk about this because she hadn’t known either. “I know that this would be… this would be easier if you…” She looked away, counting the sparks flinging from the fire to hold back tears threatening to spill from where they belonged. “If you were with someone else you… I would understand… I mean I- I’d get if you’d want… if you’d want to be with…” She had to close her eyes, take a breath, try not to imagine the weight of the inevitable that swung a pendulum over her head. Because it was always there- the threat of loss. The idea that some things were too good and that she was never meant to have deserved someone like him. That one day he’d count up every tally against her and watch the scales tip and gently tell her that it had merely been something that was proven unreasonable, untouchable, unlovable-

And then his arms were around her and his scent was everywhere and he was holding her tightly. And for a moment she stiffened, not sure what to do. But soon enough she was round him as well, holding on, nails clinging between the scales at his spine with a vice.

And she was relieved, and not quite sure why he was sad. Because how could he not have known. But he was sad. And for whatever reason this was something that made suddenly so completely terrified that he refused to speak, mutter a sound, let out anything but a few shivering breaths that startled the hairs at the back of her neck into a standing ovation.

She leaned back as much as his grip would allow, kissing his jaw, cheek, eyelids sealed shut with pressure. 

“Bog… sweetheart… I’m still here,” she smiled, tried to smile. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. You’ve still got me for a long time.”

He just held her tighter. So she did the same. 

The rest of the night was spent in silence. He had picked her up and she uncharacteristically allowed it, the two of them lying beneath covers, still entwined. She cooed, hummed, explained as much as she could that she was still there and she was still here and she wasn’t going anywhere.

And after that she told him “I love you.”

And after that she stopped saying anything at all.

He wouldn’t speak until the next morning, eyes still puffy with tears, licking dried lips and smiling fangs as much as he could with a tired, aching grin. 

“You’ll stay…” he rasped.

“For as long as you want me to,” she promised.

“Forever?”

“Sure. Forever.” He nodded, slowly. “But…” his eyes grew wary again, and she bumped their foreheads together, dragging fingers carefully down his spine, “if forever isn’t possible…” she continued carefully, “… then does today work for you?”

And he swallowed, thought a moment, and leaned in to kiss her brow. “Yes, love. Today works fine.”

And they would have as many today’s as forever would allow.

ryleigh-and-cats  asked:

(Dexydex) hey if you are still doing prompts/if you don't mind doing nurseydex and 64. (Best selling author/harsh literary critic) thanks!

I’m always doing prompts :)!! - and you’re always welcome to ask for them - though I tend to prefer to only release one a day in my queue.

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64. Best selling author/harsh literary critic.
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“What the fuck man! What the fuck?!”

William Poindexter shot up from his desk where he had previously been staring half mindlessly at a blank word document that should have been his latest review.  From across the room a tall, handsome man waving a newspaper in hand was storming towards Dex.  He was absolutely fuming as he stormed closer and closer, but Dex had dealt with his type before.

There were always people who saw his work as too harsh or unflattering, and, to be fair, there were times when he was ruthless in his critiques.  However, just because he was hard on writers didn’t mean he constantly deserved to be berated like this.  He was a writer himself after all.  

Just because he worked in an office, as a journalist didn’t mean he wasn’t a real writer like so many of them claimed.   All these new age, hipster writers were always patronizing him and his reviews all because their idea of what “real” writing was differed from his.  Dex was a real writer; realer than half of the idiots whose books got passed across his desk.

Some of the works he’d reviewed over the years were downright terrible.  Everyone wanted to be the next Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, but so many of them fell short.  They wanted fame and billions of dollars, but they didn’t have the skill to back it up.  This man, now standing in front of him was just like all the others.

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crazyfangirlthatneedshelp  asked:

I don't know if u do this, but can u write me a one shot, a saphael rainy day cuddling.

Ahh I’ve never written Raphael before! I thought that writing cuddles with him would be hard, considering his personality, but I think I did it without making him too out of character. Anyways, thanks for the suggestion and sorry for the long wait!


You can hear the rain starting to hit the roof and outer walls.

It’s not that weird, in New York there’s always some good rain. Normally, back when he was still a mundane, Simon could go to Clary’s house and they would binge watch a series or movies while drinking coffee and eating homemade cookies. Sometimes even Jocelyn and Luke would join them, and they would spend the afternoon of their lives, just like a family.

But at the Dumort, there wasn’t homemade cookies. Or coffee. Or a family to spend a great afternoon with. Just blood, vampires that disliked him more than he disliked them and loneliness. Clear and pure loneliness, meeting him at every corner, in every possible room of the windowless Hotel Dumort.

It was depressing, staying in his room all day when there was a whole world out there, rain or no rain, but if he did get out he would turn himself into fried eggs.

Simon stared hopelessly at the pile of comic books Clary brought him the other day, and the thought of her just made him even more depressed. Clary was probably running around New York, doing her work as a shadowhunter, going around warlocks, seelies and werewolves. She was probably hanging with Izzy, Alec and Jace, having fun or at least doing something, not sitting around lamenting at her own misery.

If the clouds could just be enough to protect him from the sun…

His senses kicked in. Lately he was getting good at doing that. Someone was standing at his door, but he couldn’t decipher who was exactly. The problem with vampires was that they didn’t have any type of remarkable smell. You couldn’t tell who was who with just sniffing the air. They also didn’t breathe, so you couldn’t use that either.

They didn’t even make noises when walking! For fuck’s sake, vampires were like solid ghosts.

He was about to stand up to open the door and find out who was creeping outside when it opened by itself. Well, not by itself, but by Raphael. He was certainly not the person Simon was expecting. Maybe Stan, the guy who was oddly nice to him. Or Janet, that cute young vampire that could stand him and even laugh at his lame jokes sometimes.

“Raphael?”

The vampire laughed. “Look at you, drowning in your own pity. Pobrecillo.”

Simon shot him a death glare.

“What do you want, Raphael?” Simon asked. By this point in their relationship both of them were quite used to be snarky and impatient at each other, so Raphael didn’t react to his question in any certain way. He was wearing casual clothes, to Simon’s surprise. Dark jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.

Well, casual for Raphael.

“I could smell your weeping from two floors down,” Raphael moved around and settled by the side of Simon’s bed, standing there and looking at him, “so I thought I could come and tell you to cut it out. I can’t stand it.”

“News flash, this is my room and I can do whatever I want.” If Simon were still human, he would’ve probably blushed. It was that obvious that he wasn’t feeling good? “And I’m not weeping or pitying myself. I’m just not in the mood to be around you all.”

Simon was surprised when Raphael sat by his side. For a second there he could see something on the vampire’s face; was it concern? It appeared and disappeared so fast it was hard to tell, and Simon wasn’t a fan of wild guesses lately. Still, just having Raphael sitting on his bed was weird.

“As intern chapter president is my duty to ensure everyone is in a good state,” Raphael didn’t sound annoyed anymore. He didn’t seem to be interested in mocking him anymore either. “So I’m here to help. Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll try to fix it.”

It was such a sincere offer and yet so strange coming from him. Sometimes Simon wished he could’ve met Raphael before he became a vampire, just to see if there was any difference between the Raphael he knows now and the one that he was then. He also wished he wasn’t dead. Because it was hard to tell anything from his expressions, because he liked it or not, Raphael wasn’t alive.

Just like him.

Simon shook his head quickly. “You’re going to make fun of me. Nice try.”

A one millisecond during spark on his face again. This time something close to a hurt expression, as if he couldn’t believe that Simon just accused him of that, of trying to make fun of him after he offered nicely.

“I won’t. You have my word.”

That called Simon’s attention. In one of the many conversations he had with Clary and the Lightwoods, they mentioned that in the shadow world, giving someone your word meant you had to keep it. No one knew exactly what happened when you went against it, but no one dared trying.

He bit his lip, still shaking his head.

“I was just thinking about the things I used to do on rainy days,” Simon admitted.

“Like what?” Raphael’s question came expressionless, as if he was asking just to be polite.

It was too late to back down, and Raphael wasn’t laughing anyways.

“Watching movies with Clary. Drinking coffee. Eating homemade cookies. Gathering with Luke and the Frays for family-like moments,” Simon’s voice became quieter with every word, feeling not only stupid, but also like he shouldn’t say that type of things. “Just… mundane things, you know?

“I know you guys are my family now, but I can’t get used to this coldness so easily. It’s way too different from what I’m used to.”

Raphael didn’t laugh. He didn’t say a word at all. He seemed to be too lost on his own thoughts to care about Simon’s questioning look.

And then he was taking his jacket off and lying by his side on the bed. Not to say it was kind of a red flag, but it was.

“Wow, wait, what are you-?” Simon stopped when Raphael brought him into his arms softly, like he was scared of crushing Simon.

“You know, when I was a mundane, my family and I used to go out when the rain started falling,” Raphael explained, ignoring Simon’s unfinished question or the fact that he was hugging him against his shoulder and drawing circles in his back with one hand. “My brothers and I will run around the neighborhood, getting drenched all over and screaming words in Spanish.”

“Why in Spanish?” Simon was slowly relaxing against Raphael’s body without even noticing.

“Because we said bad words, Dios, can’t you be any more dense?” Raphael didn’t sound as annoyed as he tried to convey. He sounded happy. “And then we would go back and our mother will yell at us for what we did. But it was okay. We were happy.”

“Even if your mom scolded you?”

Bueno, the truth is that she always ended up smiling and sending us to take showers,” Raphael turned a little on his side, and suddenly he was facing Simon, closer than they ever were, “but when we came back, she already prepared hot chocolate and sandwiches. And she was happy, and we were happy with her.”

A silence filled the already cold room, and Simon placed a hand on Raphael’s waist. The other vampire didn’t seem to notice, but if he did, he didn’t show it. He was looking Simon in the eye, this time not caring enough to hide his expression; the nostalgia was sealed in his eyes, obvious for Simon to see.

“Do you miss that?” Simon dared to ask. He whispered the words with too much care, not wanting to hurt Raphael or sound like he wasn’t taking him seriously.

Raphael simply nodded, not adding anymore words to that.

The rest of the afternoon they spent it like that, talking about what they did on rainy days, things that they did when it wasn’t raining, their legs tangling together and their hands finding casually each other’s bodies.

Simon wasn’t sure how long this was going to last. But it was the first time in weeks he felt some kind of warmth in his chest, so he didn’t care for later or tomorrow. He was going to cherish this moment for as long as Raphael wanted it to be.

Without a Doubt, You're the One I Dream About

Title: Without a Doubt, You’re the One I Dream About
Warnings: None
Pairings: Louis/Harry, Zayn/Liam
Words: +13000
Summary: Louis is rich and famous. Harry works at his daughters daycare center. Zayn and Liam are madly in love. Niall is Louis’ friend with transportation benefits. Maybe, somehow, everything will work out okay. Someday.
A/N: this was going to be short but no. No that never works out for me. In the middle of writing this my computer decided to be a dipshit and malfunction, so I had go finish it on my phone. That’s why at one part the indents aren’t as indented. I know, arrest me. Well enjoy. Sorry if it sucks. Might do a sequel if ya want because I feel like it doesn’t wrap up enough. I apologize for any spelling errors or what not, I tried to fix what I could but quite frankly I’m tired. I’ll fix it more later. Enjoy xx

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spartanguard  asked:

14 :) This looks like it will be awesome!

The only two people at a bar rooting for the same football team: for spartanguard

A/N: This is almost a crack fic. Sorry, I am just having fun with this one and you can’t stop me.  They are both probably OOC too.

Also, for the purposes of this fic Killian Jones is British. Another note, I only had to google one thing to write this fic.

Under my skin

He checked the time on the massive screen as he grabbed his beer from the counter and signaled the bartender to point where he was headed. He made it right on time, and he could now sit down, relax with his pint and watch the game. He carefully chose his location and sit down with five minutes left to the game.

“HEY BUDY!” He heard a scream behind him and turned around to see a blonde scoffing at him. She was bloody gorgeous and any other day, he would be all over her, charming her with his accent and smooth words. But not today. Today was game day.

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