there was no defense

Honestly, do you ever think about how broken Oliver is in Season 1 that when his own mother shoots him, he’s not really that upset about it?? He justifies her behavior with, “She was defending herself.” Which is true, in part. But this also shows how lost and alone Oliver feels, that when someone else acts in a way that doesn’t make sense to other people…Oliver understands. He sympathizes with the pain and the willingness to do whatever it takes to survive. Because he knows what it’s like to live with only fragmented trust, to be only a fraction of yourself.

Honestly, when Oliver Queen loves you, he’s willing to give you the benefit of the doubt a million times over (which is basically the summary of Season 2). This is so beautifully ironic, coming from a man who says he can’t afford to trust anyone. The truth is…he knows himself well enough to know that when he trusts, he trusts with his whole heart; when he trusts you, he will die for you. This also explains why Oliver comes to Barry’s defense in Season 5; even when everyone else is hurt and feeling betrayed, Oliver sees pieces of the lost boy that he was in Barry’s poor choices.

Honestly, Oliver Queen has a beautiful soul and does not receive near enough recognition that he deserves.

Date a boy who...
  • Looks at you like you put the moon, sun and the rest of the starts on the sky- 

-even when you are not there

  • Decides to be goofey with you
  • Seems to drift close to you because you make him comfortable
  • Is there to offer you help and at the same time respects your boudaries- 

-and decisions

  • Would fight tooth and nail for you when you are vulnerable
  • Will never give you his back and instead receive you with a hug
  • Trusts you abilities no matter what
  • Will open up to you on his moments of weakness because he trusts you
  • Who will be there for to have your back even on the moments you are doubting of yourself
  • Date…. Shiro

Date Takashi Shirogane

Friendly reminder that in Season 2 Karamel got a pretty solid build-up, which included a True Love’s Kiss™, emotional ILYs, and Kara giving Mon-El her most treasured possession (her mother’s necklace). Also, TPTB made it clear that Mon-El is the love of Kara’s life, and they pretty much set in stone that Karamel is endgame. Whatever happens in Season 3 is just part of the journey. Remember that every good TV love story comes with drama, and the bigger the angst, the greater the payoff. So fear not, my sweet karamels. Everything will be fine. ◕‿◕✿

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Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

Words: 1460

Rating: K - T (for now)

Warnings: Does ass count as a swear word?

Chapter One - Self Defence

                You kept your breathing paced as you went through the motions. Dodge, swivel, kick, pin. You say it in your head as you miss his punch, get behind him, take out his knees, and pin him. Your instructor taps the mat and you let him up with a smile and he nods his approval of your technique, only pointing out that you pinned him too lightly and in reality you would have to be more aggressive. You nod as you take his criticism, agreeing wholeheartedly.

               You were weeks deep into your self defence class, a class absolutely necessary. You were proud of how far you’d come and how quickly you were able to disengage your instructor. He wasn’t taking it easy on you either; you had asked him not to.

               You weren’t the only one that noticed how well you were doing you noted as you took a drink from your water bottle. This small gym had become your favourite haunt after work and you noticed every new member throughout the weeks, and developed a friendly accord with the regulars.

               There was one particular new member, only been there for a few days but clearly not his first gym as he went through his circuit with practised ease. On his water breaks, you noticed him watching you, trying to keep the glances casual but would always observe until you got your trainer onto his back. He would smile and get back to his workout quickly before you noticed.

               “He’s here to film a movie. Some sort of celebrity. That’s why he’s out our gym. Low profile. He works hard though, and a nice guy.” Your instructor mumbled next to you, always willing to give you the gossip at the gym. He took out his fake knife – a wooden stick – for your next section of training: disarming an armed attacker. You especially liked these drills and jumped right back into it.

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Past Lives

Every so often, Yufuin could be persuaded to walk to school with Kinshirou in the mornings. Yufuin would generally complain about it, especially since Kinshirou was one who liked to be at school early and Yufuin was…not. But Atsushi and the rest of the Defense Club had somehow convinced him that it would be a nice, romantic gesture, and so he had agreed. This did not make him any more pleasant in the mornings, however, and Kinshirou was used to walking next to a rumpled and half-awake Yufuin in questionably comfortable silence.

And if anybody asked why he decided to indulge Yufuin that morning, he would claim shock that Yufuin had started talking in the first place.

“Hey President,” Yufuin said suddenly, “do you think we were enemies in all of our past lives?”

Kinshirou blinked. “Are you talking?”

“About past lives.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Too early. Answer the question.”

“Is it already time for you to wax philosophical about life? This is a bit early in the day for you. Usually you wait until lunchtime at the least.”

“President, it’s too early for this. Stop messing around.”

“Could you please elaborate on the question?”

Yufuin sighed. “Well, we have pretty opposite personalities. I don’t think base personality changes that much between lives, so, in theory, we’d have had similar personalities throughout all of our incarnations. On a good day, we fight like cats and dogs, so our past selves were probably the same way, right?

“You’re assuming that we would have known each other in previous lives,” Kinshirou replied, pulling Yufuin to the side of the sidewalk in order to avoid an oncoming cyclist. “What makes you so sure we did?”

“I think Atsushi is definitely an anchor point.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmmm.” Yufuin tilted his head up to stare at the sky in thought. “Well, I figure in every life there are some things that are different, and some that stay exactly the same. So pretend our life is a galaxy.”

“A galaxy?”

“Yeah, humor me. In this metaphor, we’re random planets. Now, not every planet belongs to the same galaxy. These would be the people you never meet. Then, there are meteors and stars and things in your galaxy that you have a possibility of meeting, but it isn’t a sure thing. And then there are planets that orbit around the same sun as you, so you’ve got to meet up with them at some point. Atsushi’s our sun.”

“I think I understand your theory, although your understanding of space is questionable-” Kinshirou paused to yank on Yufuin’s arm and stop him from walking into a pole. “Please pay attention to where you’re walking!”

“If you’re gonna watch out for me, I don’t need to worry,” Yufuin replied. “Anyway, the metaphor’s not exactly solid. There are bound to be multiple anchor points in someone’s life, so there would have to be multiple suns. But for our purposes, Atsushi is our overlapping sun.”

Kinshirou scowled at Yufuin’s flippant attitude towards pedestrian safety, but continued the conversation nonetheless. “Theoretically, then, in all of our past lives we’ve been mutual friends of Atsushi, but enemies to each other?”

“Not exactly. It’s not a given that we were friends with him, just that we both knew him. But the situations were probably different.”

“So, for instance, we were all daimyo in a past life, but while both of our houses had amicable relations with Atsushi’s, we were rivals?”

Yufuin chuckled. “Who says we were Japanese? Maybe we were American, and we were on opposite sides of the Civil War, and Atsushi was Abraham Lincoln. Or maybe we were Angolans during World War II, and you were UNITA, and I was MPLA, and Atsushi was Che Guevara.”

Kinshirou looked at Yufuin in astonishment. “Do you actually pay attention to your history lessons?”

Yufuin made a face.

“At any rate,” Kinshirou continued, “do you have any idea how old the world is? We would’ve had countless reincarnations, so it’s feasible that we’ve been Japanese before. All of those scenarios are plausible. In theory.”

Yufuin grinned. “But that doesn’t take into account the increasing population of the world. There are more people here today than there were even 200 years ago, so the newer people would’ve only lived a few cycles.”

“By your logic, we might be people who’ve only lived a few cycles. Maybe we’ve never been reincarnated at all, and this is our first time.”

“Nah, we’ve definitely been around for a while. How else could there have been so much animosity between us over a stupid curry incident? Clearly, that had been building up for centuries.”

“Hmph.” Kinshirou crossed his arms. “Perhaps I’ve just always hated curry, and not everything in my life boils down to petty arguments with, about, or surrounding you.”

“Impossible, curry’s delicious. You accrued bad karma in the past, and that’s why you were born with defective taste buds this time around.”

“Excuse me? I am not defective!”

“You know, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“About being enemies? Yes, I imagine that we always have been. Even when we get along, we fight.”

“Exactly. Which makes this life extra special, doesn’t it?”

“How so?”

Yufuin wrapped both of his arms around Kinshirou’s waist, resting his chin on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “Well, how many times do you think we’ve overcome our differences like this? And so early in life, too.”

Kinshirou flushed. “Get off, we’re in public!”

“I bet my past selves are so jealous,” Yufuin continued as if Kinshirou hadn’t spoken.

“You keep making all of these assumptions about our past lives with absolutely no evidence to back it up. There’s no reason to believe that we’ve never…been together in past lives.” Kinshirou pulled at Yufuin’s hands, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Fair enough. It’s just the feeling I get. Like, every time before this, you’ve been the Tybalt to my Romeo, but now you’re Juliet. Or, I guess you’re still Tybalt, but now Romeo is in love with Tybalt and not Juliet.”

“In the future, please put more effort into your metaphors.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on it. The point is, I just get the feeling that this is the first life where we’ve gone from being enemies to being close. So maybe the next life will be the same. Or maybe we’ll get over being enemies faster and faster.”

“And then what, Yufuin? What’s the point of all this? Honestly, let go, we’re standing where anyone can see!”

Yufuin swerved suddenly and pulled Kinshirou off of the sidewalk behind a small cluster of trees. “The point,” he said, pressing Kinshirou back into one of the trees, “is that the sooner we get over hating each other, the sooner we can do this.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over Kinshirou’s, and Kinshirou shuddered.

“We don’t have time for this,” Kinshirou said faintly. “Besides, you’re talking as if we’re supposed to be together in future lives too. Are we switching from reincarnation theory to soul mate theory?”

“I didn’t say that,” Yufuin said, kissing Kinshirou on the neck. “But since you suggested it, what do you think?”

“I didn’t suggest it,” Kinshirou replied, sliding a hand into Yufuin’s hair. “I don’t even believe in reincarnation.”

Yufuin kissed the corner of his mouth. “But if you did?”

“If I did, I think it would be implausible that we’ve never been together before. After all, some things are different, but some stay exactly the same.”

Yufuin smiled. “You know, if our chemistry in past lives was half as good as it is now, you’re right, there’s no way we haven’t been together before.” He slid a hand underneath Kinshirou’s jacket.

“Hold on a second, Yufuin, we don’t have time for this. We need to get to class.” In spite of his words, Kinshirou felt himself leaning in to Yufuin’s touch.

“We left early, it’ll be fine,” Yufuin said, sliding his hand around to Kinshirou’s back. Kinshirou reflexively pulled Yufuin closer.

“Besides,” Yufuin continued, “we’ve been deprived for centuries. We need to take advantage of the moment.”

“Yufuin, be serious,” Kinshirou said. “Everyone will be able to tell-” Yufuin silenced him with another kiss.

“I promise I won’t leave any marks unless you ask,” Yufuin whispered, and Kinshirou had a hard time remembering specifics after that.

Incidentally, that was the first and last time Kusatsu Kinshirou was late to class, in any of his incarnations.

ok so i just rewatched 3x06 and i have so many emotions about alice harvey because:

  • “wandering hands…that’s how it starts. they touch you when you’re bending over, or they stand too close.”
  • “i thought when i grew up i’d be safe.”
  • “your childhood was bad, so was mine! it doesn’t excuse anything.”
  • “i haven’t needed protecting since i was 12 years old.”

I NEED ALICE BACKSTORY! WHO HURT HER??! CUZ I WILL HURT THEM

anonymous asked:

What musicals have you listened to?

I mean, not a lot - considering that I’m sorta kinda new to musicals like I got into them abboouuttt six months ago?

:: Marvin Trilogy (In Trousers + Falsettos - OBC and Revival)

:: Great Comet

:: Legally Blonde

:: Something Rotten

:: DEH

:: A New Brain

:: Hedwig and the Angry Inch

:: Kinky Boots

:: Book of Mormon

:: Hamilton

:: Fun Home

:: Rent

:: Rocky Horror Picture Show

:: Les Mis

:: Putnam Spelling Bee

:: Wicked

:: and i think that’s it? I can’t remember any more off the top of my head.