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Well then. Not only was Seokmin born on this day but so has Vernon! Our beloved Hansol Vernon Chwe, our beloved half caucasian half asian idol! My dear fellow ‘98 line!

Originally posted by sneezes

Ok so, lets get the obvious out of the way. Yes, Vernon is super attractive, insanely so perhaps. is genes have clearly worked in his favour.

Originally posted by sneezes

Clearly, he is extremely handsome, very naughty.

But the thing that impressed me the most with Vernon is how hard he has been trying to improve himself.

So we all know that his first attempt at showing off his rap skills as an individual had been anything but successful. 

Originally posted by buseunqkwan

Indeed, he kinda tried to bite more than he could chew. He tried to be too ‘gangsta’, too ‘hardcore’ before he could develop.

However, instead of closing inside of himself when he failed, instead of throwing a fit, he accepted defeat and decided to learn, to evolve as an artist. Indeed, he continued to grow, rather than blame others.

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every time lexa says clarke’s name: 26/?

(ʘᗩʘ’!!) “oh my god” !!!

asks are open! 

golden maknae, jungkook, is ready for your questions! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

Title: Our First Night

anonymous requested: Could you do a request for a girl who is around 19-20, dark blue eyes, pale skin, and dark brunette hair who is like innocent looking but actually has a really dirty and witty sense of humor. And Negan kind of falls in love with her? Could her name be Lara? And could it involve smut? Like dirty sex haha with anal and him talking really dirty before the sex and then during? 💓 💜

Character(s): Negan and Lara (original female character)
Summary: Lara has a big crush on the leader of the Sanctuary, Negan. Tonight, though, she finds out just exactly how mutual the feelings are.
Word Count: 2,904
Warning: SMUT! Honestly, dirty af smut! Significant age difference and anal! So, beware if you are not into that sort of thing! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent me this! And also, thank you so very much for including some features so I can picture the girl and include it in the story! Whoever sent this request in, I hope it meets your standards and that I executed your idea well! Thank you again for sending it in! Enjoy! :-)

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Elements - Part 6 - Happy Warrior 

I think it is one of the most interesting episodes of Elements so far, so I wanted to comment about some observations: 

  • The design of the entire Elemental Fire Kingdom is really detailed and I think it’s quite pretty.
  • The trait for all Fire beings appears to be forever fighting/angry. 
  • Flame Princess is a dragon, rather than just an enlarged version of her original shape. She also rejects Finn’s attempt at rational discussion with “Stop talking to me like we’re friends.”
  • Finn becoming a part of the Fire World changes him so much into straight out suggesting to kill LSP.
  • The entire Elemental Fire Kingdom is about to attack the Elemental Candy Kingdom, whose relations has always been unspokenly tense well before Elements.
  • The fact that Finn is part of this attack and the potential disaster he’ll create both physically and emotionally to himself, Flame Princess, Princess Bubblegum, and everyone else depending on how this pans out. (But most notably FP and PB)
  • Cinnamon Bun’s line at the end of the episode: “Surely, this is the end of all things.”

SUPER BIG thanks to the entire team behind Wander Over Yonder for giving us such an amazing show. You’re all the best!

It was so much fun to watch this series from day 1 and see it progress throughout the years. Definitely earned it’s place as my favorite cartoon of all time!

Here’s to still hoping for a potential season 3!
(Plus we still got Monday’s eps and the finale left!)
Best of luck to you all!

Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B is here, y’all. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A)

Chris licked his lips nervously, his fingers playing with the hairs in his beard. His meeting was with Emilia London, an old friend who happened to be the head of production at Sony Pictures. He’d secretly printed a copy of your mini series in its full, original glory while you were asleep last night, after you turned down his suggestion to pitch your Chris Evans mini series. He went behind your back because he wanted it to become something- not because it was a story that surrounded the two of you, but because he believed it had great potential.

“What do you think?” He spoke the second Emilia put the stack of pages down. “Do you like it?” He asked then spoke before Emilia could. “‘Cause I’ll go on the record and say I love it, like- I’d love to direct something like that.” Emilia chuckled softly at Chris’ excitement, knowing he was slightly biased as it was his fiancée’s work. “I know I’m her fiancé,” he said because he knew too. “Which is why I’m asking you, is this worth something?”

“It’s good,” Emilia nodded and Chris grinned. “But,” she continued and his smile faltered. “It’s too perfect.” She explained when she saw Chris’ eyes narrow slightly, “there is nothing other than the pre-term labor to spark excitement, Chris. There is no drama, no problem and resolution. It’s too smooth a ride, it’s not enticing. Yes, it’s super romantic and very sweet but- you know you need more than that to make a good movie, or even a television series.”

“I know,” he nodded, his hand reaching to fiddle with his beard again. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just thought the world is chaotic and messy enough for this to be a good escape.” Emilia nodded in agreement with pursed lips. “Thanks for seeing me anyway, I appreciate it. Hopefully her meeting with Geoffrey Davis went well, I really think she has a future in Hollywood.”

“She does,” Emilia nodded, reaching for the stack of pages. “She’s got a lot of potential and she’ll make it very far if she gets the right person to view her work. I can tell you right now Geoffrey Davis is not the right person, he’ll no doubt cancel on her today.” Chris frowned at that, immediately reaching for his phone to text and ask if you were okay. “Y/N is a skilled writer, she’s got a gift for telling stories. A very good eye for detail,” she continued praising your work as she skimmed read the pages again. “Her use of dialogue and imagery, it’s brilliant. Her vocabulary could be expanded, but I guess if she’s thinking of script writing- it really doesn’t matter as long as she gets her point across to the director. I like that she’s got a good balance of clichés and originality, it really sets her apart from others.”

“Yeah, she’s one in seven billion,” Chris smiled when he thought of you, then glanced down at his phone. It was a good sign that you weren’t replying, right? It meant that Geoffrey was meeting with you and you were too busy to respond. “Do you have any other advice?” He reached over and patted the pages like he would a baby because it was your baby. “I’d really like for this to become something.”

“Chris,” she shook her head. “It’s got potential, but it can’t become something if it’s that happy and perfect. She needs to change the plot, or at least- add more into it.” Chris sighed and she did too, then remembered what Chris told her about how the two of you met. “You said the two of you met because of this series, right?”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I found the link in my Twitter mentions a while back and fell in-love with it. I tried to find the writer, but um- everything’s fairly anonymous on Tumblr. But as fate would have it, I met her at the Sydney airport. I saw her in the check-in line and I had this inkling about her, like I had to talk to her. I thought I wouldn’t get to as I missed a few very good chances,” he chuckled when he remembered how many times he failed to approach you. “But then I caught her at Starbucks, made my move, and the rest was as they say…history. We’re engaged now and she’s absolutely perfect for me.”

“How was the getting together for you?”

“God,” he groaned then laughed. “It was such a hassle. A lot of unnecessary drama and road blocks, we practically-” He stopped when he realized what Emilia was getting at; the gleam in her eye and the smile on her face said it all. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Talk to your fiancée first,” she advised after she nodded, and Chris nodded with an excited grin. “But I think you’ve got a story to tell that many, including myself, would love to buy and produce.” She slid the stack of pages back across the table to him. “This is good, but your love story- it’s going to be a lot better.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded in agreement, “it is.”


• • • • • • • •


You stared at your phone, contemplating whether or not to reply Chris’ “is everything okay?” If you didn’t reply, he’d think you were still in the meeting and it’d give you some more time to come up with a better story of what happened. So you left it, ignored your fiancé’s text, and continued doodling on your paper coaster.

You stirred your untouched vanilla latte which had gone cold; the toasted blueberry bagel you’d bought and not even taken a bite of had gone stale as well. You weren’t really in the mood to eat or drink anything, not with everything you’d heard everyone say about you and your relationship with Chris running through your mind. You doodled a little cartoon version of you like the doodle from your mini-series, except this time you were holding a broom and not an Oscar. It was clear where your future laid, absolutely not in Hollywood. You knew you were being over dramatic. You also realized you’d broken the promise you’d made Chris, your mom, and Ava: to not let one rejection fuck you over. You tried to keep it, but it was hard; you were pretty fucked.

“Miss Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar male voice and looked up, realizing why it was so familiar; it was only a voice you’d spent the last three years listening to at lectures. Because why not? Why not have your least favorite professor tell you how much you sucked after you were rejected by a huge production company. Though you were being slightly unfair, he was only your least favorite because he was boring compared to the rest of your professors- he’d always been kind to you. You managed a smile when he asked, “is everything alright?”

“I could lie and say ‘yes’, but I think we’d both know I was lying.” You said and he nodded, chuckling. He used his hand to gesture at the chair, politely asking without words if he could join you. “Yeah,” you quickly nodded, “of course.”

“Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“I would, but not with one of my old professors,” you admitted and he nodded with an understanding smile. “Can I ask you something, and will you be honest with me?” He nodded again, then took a sip from his paper cup. “Did you mean it when you told me I had potential?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he answered. “Why? Did something happen, is that why you’re doubting yourself?” You dropped your gaze, stirring your cold coffee. “You did that a lot in class too, you know. I’d tell you to change one paragraph, and you’d freak out and question your entire piece.” You chuckled softly with limited humor; all your teachers- since you were in grade school- always had that same comment. “You’re good, Y/N. I could tell you that a thousand times, but you need to believe it yourself.”

“I know,” you nodded, dropping your hand to your lap. “I just- I had a meeting with New Line Cinema and they didn’t even want to see me.” He sighed because he knew all the setbacks that came with the industry you wanted to be apart of. “They were so mean about it too, I mean- are they all going to be like that?”

“Pretty much,” he nodded. “But you knew that going in, I told you what would happen and you told me you could handle it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Look,” he chuckled; you reminded him a lot of his younger sister, even the twelve year age gap between you and him were about the same. “It’s going to be a rough ride, but if you’re truly passionate about it- you’re going to get there. You’ve got potential, Y/N. I believe in you, you just need to believe in yourself.”

“Thank you, Professor Killian,” you smiled.

“You can call me Daniel, all my friends do.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you shook it, smiling. “And it’s not like I’m your professor anymore,” he reminded you as you both withdrew your hands. “Which is kind of a relief, 'cause I hated being your least favorite.” He teased and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you grimaced.

“You weren’t my least favorite,” you tried to defend yourself and he laughed, shaking his head as if to say it was alright. “I liked you as a person, you were always very nice to me. I just-” you winced as you admitted in a sheepish tone, “your class was boring compared to the others.”

“Not every teacher is meant to inspire and mesmerize, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Some are just meant to guide an already brilliant mind, a mind like yours.” He told you and you smiled. “You may have come third in the class, but you’re the only one I see doing some very incredible things. Just keep doing what you’re doing and don’t let the setbacks kill that light you carry, it’s what makes you and your writing special.”

“Do you have any other advice?”

“Dump that fiancé of yours,” he responded and you frowned; all that fondness you carried for him faded as soon as he said that. You felt your jaw tightened as he continued, “you’re never going to make if you stay with him. No one is going to take you seriously if all they see you as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I bet you were turned away today because of him, weren’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter why I was turned away,” you bit and Daniel knew he’d struck a chord; he did it on purpose, just to see how you’d react and so far- it was exactly as he’d expected. “And I couldn’t care less if all they see me as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I’d be happy to be just his wife and mother of his children because it is not a bad thing to be. Honestly- if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, I’m going to die a very happy woman.”

“I know,” he nodded and your facials turned from angry to confused. “I just said all that to see if you really love him as much as you say you do.” You must have looked even more confused because you couldn’t remember talking to your professor about Chris. “I read your mini series, the one that brought the two of you together? It’s aspiring, it’s the kind of love people spend their entire lives trying to find. I’m lucky, I’ve found that with my wife. And you are too,” he nodded and you smiled. “Everything is going to work out for you, your relationship- your career, it’s going to work. It’ll take some time, but it’ll work out.”

Your phone chimed and its screen lit up, both yours and Daniel’s gaze darted to it. Daniel drank the rest of his coffee as he rose to his feet, “I should probably get going. Mandy sent me to get diapers and this was a little detour.” You looked up at him and smiled because you didn’t know he was a dad. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N.”

“You too, Prof- Daniel,” you corrected yourself and he smiled, turning on his heel and making his way towards the exit. You waved at him as he got into his car then turned your attention back to your phone. You picked it up and opened Chris’ text, chuckling in absolute awe and amazement when you saw what he sent you.

Coming to get you now, someone wants your story.

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Part 5C

(beware my tacky edition skills) 

i hit 250 followers the other day and honestly i am just overwhelmed by the love and attention this little blog of mine got, that’s why i decided to do a follow forever♡

special thanks

@sixshotsofgigglewater: honestly if it wasn’t for you not only i wouldn’t have gotten into harry potter as a fandom but i would not be here typing this right now. everyone should follow you to see how witty and hilarious you are, and so full of knowledge, you’re my personal pottermore! thank you for hyping me up in my best and my worst, and per cent anni♡  

@maud-eration: you’re one of the first people i got to talk in this site and i love to see your posts in my dash!!! i feel like we have very similar thoughts about several things and i could talk with you about credence for hours too

@potthr: i remember talking to you about tips for blogs and you suggested this username to me, and i cannot be more glad! i will always remember that♡

@nacrissablack: you were one of my first followers too and you’re always tagging me in personal posts and i am just so thankful for all the likes and interacting i get from you! so i hope we talk more

@pctter: your blog is GOALS and you’ve been so supportive to me that i cannot help to feel blessed and thankful, really! i do hope we can talk more as well

@burkesandborgin: you’re also one of the people i first talked to, you asked me about skincare and it made me so happy! making the tumblr awards was so fun too and i just feel so thankful to have you around

@ff-sunset-oasis: we started to talk so recently and to follow each other but i am just so happy to have found someone i can hype myself up about blaise and theo like djgdsg your fics are goals and i am just so glad i found your blog!

and to the amazing blogs i follow (mutuals are bold)

a to d: @abrcxasmalfoy @acciolunalovegood @alicelongbottom @aliciavspinnet @asktheboywholived @astohria @aurorpercival @blacksiruis @blacksistrs @burkesandborgin @chocolatetoads @cho-chang @clbuspotter @dailyprophet @deatheatcr  @dracolucivs @drerry

e to h: @emilyscartoons @episkys @evanrsiers @fantastlcbeasts @ff-sunset-oasis @findfyre  @fleuvrdelacour @flintwoods @flintxwood @flurishandblotts @foreverjily @gcnnyweasleys @ginevraparkinson @ginnyweasleu @goldstein-sisters @goldstelns @gryffinndor @gryffndrs @harryjawes @hermionesmenacinglook @herowyn @hispadfoot @howlingremus @huffelpuff @hyppogriff @hwfflpuff

i to o: @jamespottuh @jilys @johnsremus @kapitan5o @leekycauldron @lilyevians @lilygrabharryandrun @littlenifflers @luxiusmalfoy @maraudre @maud-eration @mcgonnagal @meraudurs @mlafoy @mvlfxy @mxlfoydraco @mxrcusflint @nacrissablack @njmphadora @nottxbones @nymphvdora @ohgeorgie @oliverswood

p to r: @padfootd @padmapatil @padmapatilz @pansyparkinscn @pansyparquinson @parvatpatil @parvati-patil @pctter @prcfessorlupin @peppermintparvati @pondsamelia @potthr @provocative-envy @qveersirius @puveblood @ravenneclaws @regulusblach @regulusblackss @remusluvpin @remushlupin @remuz @residentpotter @ronahld @ronweaselyz @ronweascly @rowle @rronaldbiliusweasley @rubeushagriid @rvenaravenclaw 

s to z: @scamandersnewt @scorpiusmalfqy @shriekingshxck @siruisblack @siriusblacc @siriusbllck @siriusisntdead @sirussly  @sirriusly  @sixshotsofgigglewater @slughcrn @slyherin @somnumdraconi @slytherns @slythierins @slytherin-salazar @sirjsblack @sxctumsempra @tcrtarus @thcodorcnott @thebloodybaron @theodornott @thunderbjrd @tonksnymphdora @vixtoireweasley @weaslly @zabiniblaise @zcbini

(edit: tumblr is acting like an asshole and some of my mutuals don’t appear in bold so i am sorry about that and any potential names i might have missed T_T)

One of my greatest fears in dating is or was that I would hurt the individuals for whatever reason. Probably because I know what I want in a relationship generally speaking (no, I am not going to explain in detail.)

Additionally, part of who I am as a Scorpio and INFJ individual is that I tend to hold people at a “surface friendship” not letting them in deep to the core of me. For sharing my journal of my journey so publicly, I am a very private person. (Isn’t that just a contradiction).

With some people I meet, it is an easy ship passing in the night. But, with others, they slip through my shields or defensive walls. In those cases, I love easily and intensely the whole being. But, it is rare.

I hadn’t thought of how much this experience, although exciting, beautiful, and necessary, would potentially hurt me.

In the past, I would immerse myself in safety of just locking Everyone out. But, that isn’t healthy; that is stagnation and death. I have a lot to give and deserve to honor and acknowledge my needs and desires. I too matter. My needs too matter and I deserve to have happiness.

Truly, happiness is in the Journey. It is found within. But, we are designed to love and support one another, not live in a vacuum. Therefore, mourn this momentary loss. Get up and try again.

Please know, I may not be able to respond to messages right now. I need to heal and recharge. Yes, I am OK. Sure send a picture of flowers, horses, beautiful scenery, or do something kind for another.

😘😘😘

Imagine meeting Chris at the Oscars.

A/N: Okay, so this was a request from @joeidevivre I could see something like this when I watched it too, just didn’t think to write one. So thanks for requesting, it definitely pushed me to write it. It also gave me an idea for another series seeing as my other series might be coming to a close soon. 😢 And I know I know, “why is the reader a writer again?” Well- that’s my passion and what I know. (I’m sorry 😐) Anyway, enjoy. I’d love to get some feedback so I know if it’s a series worth pursuing. X

“This way, everybody.” The tour guide called, holding up a hand to make sure you could all see him as he led his group off the bus and towards the Dolby Theater. “Let’s keep it moving, we’re on a tight schedule.” He reminded the group for what felt like the hundredth time.

“The Dolby Theater!” Iris, your best friend who was visiting from the UK and the reason you were on a tour in your city, squealed. “This is where they hold the Oscars,” she nudged your arm with her elbow and you nodded, mocking her with fake excitement. “I’m glad you’re excited,” she teased, trying not to laugh.

Your best friend knew you’d much rather be at home working on your script than on a bus tour with her; a script that was hopefully going to one day take you inside the Dolby Theater as an honored nominee. You’d always been passionate about writing as a child, but it wasn’t until you turned twenty that you decided you wanted to pursue it as a career. For the past three years, you’d been studying film and media with a major in directing and screen writing. You’d recently graduated with an opportunity of a lifetime thanks to your professor who saw great potential in you; she got you a meeting with Paramount Pictures. So yeah, you’d much rather be at home working on a script that was possibly going to make or break your future.

“I have a lot riding on that script, Iris,” you reminded her.

“I know, Y/N,” she looped her arm with yours. “But you’re also stressed beyond recognition. You need a break, you’re going to burn out your brain before you even finish that script. You’ve still got another six months, you can afford one day off.” You sighed, but said nothing because she was right. “Plus- you should really get to know your home ground.”

“I know my home ground, I’ve been living in Los Angeles for as long as I can remember.”

“I meant the Dolby Theater,” she corrected you, smiling. “You’re going to be here a lot once Paramount and Hollywood sees how freaking talented you are.” A smile creeped onto your face when she said that. “C'mon,” she chuckled, pulling you along to get ahead of the rest of the group. “Let’s go get acquainted with the stage.”

Inside the theater, the stars sat quietly in the dark waiting for your arrival. You’d been so lost in your work that you’d completely forgotten that the Oscars were today and you were about to walk into the event thanks to Jimmy Kimmel’s elaborate plan to surprise unsuspecting tourists, and you- a Los Angeles local.

“Why is it so dark in here?” You asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Iris replied in the same hush tone. “Maybe it’s pa-” The lights came on and hundreds of familiar famous faces smiled at all of you. “Oh my God,” her grip tightened on your arm. “Y/N!” Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized where you were. “We’re at the Oscars! We’re at the freaking Oscars!”

“I’m going to buy you all the ice-cream in the world after this,” you told her.

“Hello!” Jimmy Kimmel smiled. “Welcome to the 89th Academy Awards, would you like to come in and meet everyone? C'mon, this way.” He beckoned his head for your group to follow him; you and Iris were third and fourth in line, right behind a lovely couple who told you they were about to get married when you met them earlier. “I’m sure you all know everyone here.”

You felt breathless as you walked past the best actors and actresses in the industry, all the people you hope you’d get to work with one day. You couldn’t believe it, you were actually in front of them and they were smiling at you. You nearly passed out when you saw Octavia Spencer, who was an actress you loved and admired. You felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep in the flesh, who were just legends in Hollywood. You got to shake hands with Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone and you thought your knees were going to give way. But nothing compared to what happened next, what happened next had you in another dimension.

“Hi there,” Jimmy greeted you, shaking your hand which was undoubtedly clammy. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You nodded, unable to find the words to express your joy as you scanned the vicinity for the actor you wanted to see the most; Chris Evans. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you told him, shifting your gaze back to Jimmy so you didn’t appear rude. “I’m so starstruck right now, thank you so much for this opportunity.” You knew it was because of him as he was the host, but you also knew it was thanks to Iris; it was why you promised her all the ice-cream in the world after this. “This is- it’s amazing,” you chuckled breathlessly.

Chris smiled as he watched you interact with Jimmy, you were the one amongst many that captivated him. He didn’t know what it was about you, you were very pretty but- it was more than that. You had this aura about you that enticed him, that made him want to get to know you. It killed him a little that this was where he was seeing you, because there was no way he’d get to approach you like he would be able to at a coffee shop or a bar.

“It is amazing,” Jimmy nodded, smiling. “But I think I can make it even more amazing, who is your favorite actor?” He asked and you choked on your breath. “I saw you scanning the crowd earlier,” he commented and you blushed deeply; you didn’t know you were being that obvious. “Who were you looking for?”

“Chris Evans,” Iris answered for you and Chris heart leapt into his throat when he realized he was your favorite actor. “She is in-love with Chris Evans, she’s seen all his movies and she runs like a Tu-” She cut herself off and pressed her lips together when she saw you shoot her a warning glare.

“Chris?” Jimmy looked over to where he was sitting, in between Scarlett and his sister, Shanna. “Do you want to come up here and give her a hug?” He asked but Chris was already on his feet. “The girl’s in love with you, for crying out loud. Come up here, man.”

“Oh my God,” you whimpered nervously as you watched Chris make his way through the row of seats towards you. “Iris, am I dreaming?” You asked her, squeezing her arm. “There is no way that Chris-” You stopped talking when he stopped in front of you, looking mighty fine in his blue tux. “Hi,” you breathed.

“Hi Y/N,” he flashed his heart fluttering smile, not that you could focus on it because you were so lost on the fact that he remembered your name. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly, placing a hand on your arm; another whimper escaped your throat. “You look nervous, don’t be. We’re only human,” he told you.

“You’re Captain America,” you blurted out and immediately wanted to slap yourself, but Chris laughed which made you feel better. “I’m such a huge fan, you are just so talented. I loved your work in ‘Before We Go’, I thought your directing was-” Before you could finish what Chris was dying to hear, Jimmy interrupted.

“Sorry, but we have to keep it moving,” Jimmy felt a little bad though he didn’t show it; he could tell there was something going on between you and Chris from the look the both of you had in your eyes. “One hug, Cap, then you gotta let her go.” He teased Chris and Chris felt slight heat in his cheeks whereas your cheeks burned.

“She’s a writer,” Iris told Chris over your shoulder as he wrapped you into his arms for that one hug. “She’s got a contract with Paramount Pictures,” she informed him and he smiled gratefully; that piece of information would make things easier for him to look for you, and he definitely wanted to look for you once he left tonight.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Chris told you when he pulled away. “Good luck with your contract, I’m sure you’re going to do really well. Just remember to take a step back and breath when you get stressed or nervous, don’t give up, and whatever you’re scared of- push yourself into it. It’s what I tell myself every time I start a new job.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “That’s really good advice.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Jimmy ushered you, Iris, and the rest of the group along.

You looked back and smiled at Chris who couldn’t take his eyes off you; he smiled back then winced when he realized he didn’t get your last name or got to tell you that if you ever needed a director, he was available. But he smiled anyway as he made his way back to his seat because he knew what you looked like, he had your first name, and he knew you were a writer who had a contract with Paramount. Those were enough details to find you, and if it weren’t- he could always turn to the internet for help; there was no way his sweet interaction with you wasn’t going to circulate the web after tonight. Either way, he was ready to find you.

Thoughts?

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JalecMonth :: definition

What defines Jalec to me has always been their parabatai bond, the closeness that they share despite ideological friction or the occasional misunderstanding, and the fact that they always, always find their way back to each other. 

The show!relationship has always felt like the setup for such an epic romance to me, especially given the forbidden aspect in regards to their parabatai bond, and I always felt like there was so much untapped potential in the source material in terms of ‘what-ifs’.

Their parabatai bond is what makes them unique, the differentiating factor that keeps pulling me back to them regardless of how many other ships I fall for, and though most of my OTPs revolve around the friends-to-lovers trope, there’s really only one Jace and Alec.

They are truly unique in my eyes: two parts of a whole, pledged to each other through choice, bonded for life.

I’m so excited for this month, and I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! <3

*quote from A Game Of Thrones

Quite enjoyed writing this one actually. It was a refreshing way to write Loki - not all fluffy and cute and “misunderstood” but not a total psychopath either. Just clever and sassy and nasty and just… Loki. I hope you’ll agree with me when I say that the character in this fic felt much more natural. If you disagree, please tell me and I’ll experiment with it again in the future. I owe immathrowabrickatyou some credit for the story idea for this one, hope you like how I did it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Plague (Part 1)

Loki hated it on Midgard. His punishment from Odin had been Thor’s idea – to work alongside his greatest enemies, the Avengers, so as to try and earn their forgiveness. It had tampered with his plans drastically and left him thoroughly irritated.

He was not the only new recruit either. You had joined as repentance for your crimes but under much less murderous circumstances. You’d been responsible for facing the Avengers in Russia, where they had been searching for Loki’s sceptre, and after tackling you to the ground, Thor had seen your potential and brought you in. It turned out that HYDRA had been holding your family captive and, after their rescue, you agreed to join the team.

You couldn’t stand the silver-tongued God, and the feeling was mutual. Luckily that was the last thing on your mind as you sat snivelling on the sofa. Headache, check. Blocked nose, affirmative. Sore throat – of course! And to top it all off, you were stuck babysitting.
“What is wrong with it?” Loki asked, all too casually from the other side of the room. You glared at him from but Thor placed a gentle hand on your knee to quell your anger.
“Nothing is wrong with her Loki. She’s sick, that is all. You are going to be taking care of her whilst we are on a mission.”

Despite Thor’s words, both you and the trickster knew what he really meant. It was going to be your job to keep him out of trouble whilst the others were away.
“If that stupid ape gives me her disease-”
“Don’t tempt me.” You spat. Thor scowled at you and you coughed before silencing.
“It’s just influenza, Loki. Nothing harmful to us. An inconvenience at best.”

“Nonetheless…”
“Can I kill him now?” You pleaded. Thor chuckled before standing. He patted you on the head but you pulled away before he could do so for long. You certainly didn’t need mollycoddling.
“Good luck.” He declared as he departed, long crimson cape flowing behind him.
“I do not need luck, Odinson.” Loki sneered. Thor smirked and peered back around the doorframe.
“Who said I was talking to you?”

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