this film creeps me out so much

Dan and Phil’s New House! (Map #1)

*puts on my detective glasses* *dragging out my investigation cork board*

Since we’re getting neither a TABINOF-style map nor a house tour, it’s all up to us to map out their new home, so I thought I’d summarise what I could tell from today’s liveshow (the first live show in this house) - especially for the people who didn’t get to see it!

I don’t know if this makes sense to anyone but me - we honestly don’t know much. We didn’t get to see any more than the “TV snug corner”, which is the same corner that this creep shot of Dan was taken, and the rest is mapped by description.

Here are some notes:

  • A room being a “not filming room” does not mean they’re never going to film there or that cameras are forbidden or anything. An example is Dan’s bedroom, which he is not going to film in anymore, but as he mentions, he’ll still film stuff in there if he needs it for a sketch. The upstairs lounge will not be filmed because it’s up the stairs and they are lazy. We’ll still see pictures of it soon, most likely.
  • Phil’s bedroom will look basically the same (and he’s still filming in it), but Dan is totally redesigning his to something he feels represents himself more. It “looks like the moon”. The only things he really kept from his old room are silver, apparently.
  • I don’t know what the room with Dan’s new filming corner is, they didn’t specify what it’s used for except for that. You can see some stuff and furniture through the mystery glass in the liveshow if you want to investigate it yourself. 
  • The gaming video room is originally a bedroom that they’ve just put a desk in. It’s (according to Phil) “about 25% bigger, so we can move the lights around”.
  • “The Hallway Plant” and “The Couch from the Lounge” references their old apartment and where these items were located there. I’m not entirely sure about the plant but it looks like the same one.
  • We have heard no mention of a kitchen or bathroom, so they could be anywhere, and there could be even more rooms.
  • There is apparently plenty of storage closets.
  • Phil introduced the idea of getting a fish in the liveshow. Dan was not ready with a settled answer, but did not seem to be opposed to the idea. He left it up to Phil.
  • “When will you get a dog?” “When a house is bought, I guess”
  • We do not know if they have a garden.

If I missed anything, please tell me, I shall update further when we know more. Evidently, we have to do the job ourselves this time.

The significance of the painting in WINGS Short Film #1 BEGIN

I’ll admit it. The painting creeped me out so much. But it does have significant meaning as there is an important painting in Demian: The Story of Emil’s Sinclair’s Youth. Here’s a brief summary of the painting’s significance in the novel which will probably help people understand its symbolism in the short film.

  • Emil Sinclair has entered boarding school but does not really fit in, he is teased and then ignored by the other students.
  • At the park, he sees a young woman who he describes as “tall and slender, elegantly dressed, and had an intelligent and boyish face. I liked her at once”. He calls her Beatrice, and she becomes an ideal for him.
  • He never approaches her but instead paints a portrait of her. However, he realises that the painting resembles Max Demian (who is a mentor figure to Sinclair), who he has not seen for a long time.
  • After a while, Sinclair then believes that the painting doesn’t resemble Beatrice of Demian, but himself (“my inner self, my fate or my daemon”).
  • This foreshadows the ending of the novel where Sinclair sees Demian within himself, in the sense that he has learned to question the ideals around him and become his own person. Demian was the one person who helped Sinclair open his eyes to the world, and become independent.
  • Maybe this is why we are having trouble distinguishing who the person in the painting is in BEGIN. Maybe it’s not suppose to be one person.

The Apple | The Painting | Abraxas | Frau Eva

anonymous asked:

What do you think about Susan Kay's "Phantom"?

Oh, gosh… mixed feelings?

I remember the first time I read it through, I liked it a lot, way more than Leroux. I was a younger phan, as you might imagine, heavily influenced by the 2004 film, and Leroux’s Phantom creeped me out. Kay’s Phantom was, in my eyes, far more romantic, which was probably intentional, given that Kay wrote her Phantom based on both Leroux and the ALW stage production. So I basically preferred Kay far more than Leroux. Looking back over it now, though, I’ve pretty much changed my mind, and quite a lot of it has to do with Kay’s portrayal of Christine and the parts of the book that are actually covered in Leroux’s novel.

I think my favorite portions of the book, and the ones I appreciate the most, are the ones detailing Erik’s past. Those, I think, are pretty convincing and well-written. However, once Erik meets Christine, it sort of goes downhill, and I’m really not a fan of how Christine is described as a mentally unstable person who would always need someone to take care of her - the part where she mentally regresses into a child after seeing Erik’s face and his coffin makes me feel kind of icky. And I’ll just quote my most favorite of lines here:

I’m beginning to realize just how much of a child she really is, how terrifyingly immature and vulnerable - even unstable. There’s a fatal flaw running through her, like a hairline crack in a Ming dynasty vase, but that very imperfection makes me love her with even greater tenderness. I don’t suppose for one moment that [Raoul] is aware of the never-ending care she’ll need. Whoever marries Christine is going to have to be prepared to play the father as well as the lover; if she lives to be eighty, she may never be more than a child at heart, a lost and frightened little girl bewildered by the demands of reality.

What happened to my Leroux Christine, who got up and told Erik, “Hey, I think your face is okay!” and then burned his masks? I think it’s also heavily implied in Kay that it was Papa Daae who deliberately cultivated this in Christine, stating that he liked to keep Christine as a child, which is something else I wasn’t quite comfortable with.

Other Tumblr users like fdelopera and redeaths have mentioned that it feels like Kay fell in love with her creation of Erik, and I agree with that. Leroux obviously feels pity for the Phantom and at the end of the book mourns the man Erik might have become if he had not been ostracized by the rest of society for his deformity, but he doesn’t shy away from the creepiness of the guy, and Christine is almost always seen as being in the right for being frightened of him and wanting to leave with Raoul. Kay, on the other hand, just really loves her Erik and I felt like every character that meets him ends up in awe at his skills, his voice, and his magnetic sexuality. It really does feel like Kay expected Christine to just give in and fall in love with Erik, and the fact that she doesn’t is seen as, well, wrong. There’s a passage where Christine berates herself for not being able to love the Phantom, and I can’t help but feel that it was Kay putting her own thoughts about Christine into the novel:

The thought of that white rose filled me with such bitter shame, made me hate my ignoble cowardice, my unworthy physical shrinking, the childish, lingering revulsion for that face. Yearning to turn and reach out to him, I remained unable to conquer that inner fear… because I lacked the courage of a rose, I could not set him free.

And this one, after she accepts Raoul’s proposal:

How can I go back to Erik too frightened to say yes and yet unable to say no? How can I look upon his grief and still stay sane? Oh, Erik, why did it have to be me? You chose a timorous, shrinking mouse on which to lavish your passionate devotion when, if God was loving, you should by rights have had a splendid young lioness!

…My love is just a shoddy, broken little toy that I’m too ashamed to own. Don’t cry for my loss, Erik… I’ve never been worthy of your tears.

To some extent I might agree - Christine in the original novel may very well have been ashamed of her feelings for Erik, not least because there’s a strong undercurrent of sexuality to it that she would find dangerous and forbidden. But Kay here makes it clear that Christine finds her love shameful and unworthy because she doesn’t have the courage to accept the Phantom, and it sort of brings out the inner snark in me. (Ooohh, she’s afraid to accept a terrifying deformed murderer who keeps shouting at her as her lover? How awful, how could anyone be afraid to make that decision?)

The relationship between them also lacks that sort of power reversal I enjoyed in Leroux, because in the original, while it was the Phantom who did the kidnapping and hypnotizing and forcibly brought Christine down to his lair, very often it was Christine who remained strong and forthright despite all this while the Phantom was “like a dog sitting by its master”, a “faithful slave”, subtly showing that while the Phantom might try to have physical control over Christine, it was Christine who in the end had emotional control over him, so to speak. I never really got this sense in Kay’s book, where Christine always seemed the worshipful student whose always in awe of him. I can’t ever really see Kay’s Phantom crawling towards Christine and kissing the hem of her dress. And just to be clear, I wouldn’t hate this relationship if there was some progression or change in it, like Christine becoming stronger, but I never felt like that happens. Even at the end, during the kiss scene, the Phantom describes Christine as more broken than strong:

I’d totally dismantled this child… taken her to pieces in my crazed determination to make her heart tick in harmony with my own. I’d taught her to sing like one of God’s own angels, I’d loved her more than anything else upon this earth… but my love had destroyed her, reduced her to a pitiful creature barely aware of her own actions… made her as mad as I was myself.

I kind of wonder if the “pitiful creature” bit was deliberate, since it’s said in ALW’s stage show, though ironically from Christine to the Phantom, not the other way around. And in the end, Christine becomes a sort of zombie who just lives her life waiting to die and be reunited with the Phantom. Whoop de doo. Not to mention that I feel like all of Erik’s relationships with women in Kay’s book sort of ends up like this… but that’s something for another day. And I think it would be fine if this were treated as unhealthy and creepy - to some extent, I think it is - but at the same time it’s also seen as the epitome of romance, and I really don’t think it is.

Well, damn, this became an essay. But I’ve had some of these things on my mind for a while. Just to be clear - my own opinion, nothing else! I heavily criticize a lot of Kay, but I do find her writing enjoyable (if occasionally purple prose-y) and the first three-quarters of the book are good. It’s just… her Christine and the relationship with Erik… eh, not so fun.

Six Months

Author: underthesebb
Pairing: reader x Sebastian Stan
Word Count: 4,633
Rating: PG-13
Warning: It’s long…
Request: Paraphrasing, I got a request about the reader and Sebastian breaking up and months later are cast in a movie and must work together.  ENJOY!  

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Would love some ff about future Claire remembering her wedding anniversary to Jamie, thanks


Being back at Lallybroch after all of these years had been an adjustment. Jenny was her usual self, her poor temper reserved solely for me. I’d been content to stay as far away from her as possible, Jamie, as always, had been caught up in any number of Broch Tuarach’s political issues. His ability to lead the men hadn’t dwindled over the years, and even now, when he was no longer Laird, tenants still sought him to ease their burdens. We’d been given the master suite for our stay, the tapestries on the wall unchanged in twenty odd years. The memories came flooding back, those good times in the early days. The potato party, wee Jamie curled up in my lap and Jamie by my side. Days when Jenny wasn’t so cantankerous, when she felt like the sister I’d never had.

My eyes caught the heavy set wardrobe that now stood in the right-hand corner of the room, the only new addition to the furniture. There was something incredibly powerful about it, it’s thick panels decorated with such intricate carvings, they matched the ones that had been added to the posters of the bed. Having gravitated towards it, my hand reached out almost unconsciously, resting gently against the fine knob. The urge to twist and open it was great, but it felt very personal. Electricity buzzed through me, my fingers twitching against the grain.

The scent of stale pine hit me before I even clocked that I’d opened the doors, the darkness clearing to reveal just one item that hung there. It was the leaves that caught my attention first, the image of my first coming into contact with those embroidered patterns flashing before my eyes like an exposed reel of film. My wedding dress, in all of its glory. The off-cream of the skirts still shone like new. It had been well taken care of. I didn’t think I’d changed too much over the years, but my waist had certainly filled out after having Bree. A small part of me envisioned what it would look like, whether I should try it on.

“Ye’d look sae bonnie, Sassenach, and ye ken it well.”

He was adept at creeping up on me, even more so at pulling the very thoughts from my brain. Turning slowly I swivelled towards him, I wished I could close the doors on that day, grateful as I was for the terrible circumstances that had thrown us together, but happy to be where we were now, having weathered those deep dark storms. His eyes shone in the dim light of the room, still as handsome as he ever was, those wondrous blue pools almost glowing in the dim light of the room.

“You know how difficult it was to get me out of it, Jamie. Can you imagine how long it took me to actually get into the damn thing.” I made sure to inject as much humour into my tone as possible, that tiny bit of optimism rearing its head at his suggestion. It had taken almost the entire public house to tug me into the bodice alone, but all at once the idea of reliving that night with the loss of the nervousness seemed awfully appealing.

“Aye, I didna think it was an easy task, but I think we can manage.” I recognised the Fraser stubbornness immediately, once he had an idea it would take a better woman than I to talk him out of it, and I wasn’t all that sure I wanted to.

And now it was pointless to even argue, I could see by the set of his jaw, by the tilt of his head that he’d seen my hesitation. He knew I ached to have him run his fingers along the back of my neck as he had done on our wedding night. This time, however, I wouldn’t pull away. I must have blushed, for his hands reached up, his fingers coming within inches of my cheek before he stopped.

“What; suddenly shy, Mr Fraser?” I couldn’t help but tease him, his impromptu relapse endearing him to me further, something I didn’t think was humanly possibly anymore. He looked just as innocent as he had done that evening, the twinkle in his eyes, the shaky peace he made with himself internally as he determined what he thought I may or may not approve of. He was that twenty-three year old virgin again, desperately in love and eager to please but treading carefully over the various bumps and bruises that stood between him and I.

There was one major difference between then and now, though, now I knew how deeply and irrevocably in love with him I was. I felt myself smile, the flutter of the muscles at the corners of my lips tingling as they rose.

“Ach, shy? Ne’er, Claire. Now, let’s see about getting ye into that dress, aye?”

It had taken us an inordinate amount of time to re-fit the dress, it’s flowing fabrics bunching around my legs and tangling as we tried to get it over my bottom. Eventually we did manage it, the laces a little more let out than they had been before, but it still fit. I stood looking myself over in the full length mirror, Jamie standing behind me the whole time. I could see him battling with himself, his hands itching to touch me where they lay against his sides. I was half enamoured by the vision of myself in the mirror, half captivated by Jamie’s reaction to it. Another memory hit me, the subtle way his mouth dropped open was almost identical to the moment he caught sight of me outside the church, the glimpse of his tongue hiding behind his teeth, aching to moisten his lips but too caught up in his thoughts to actually follow through with the request.

“Did I ever tell ye of lucky I am?”  He was breathless, his words all sort of moulding together as he spoke. He had, of course. How many times I’d lost count. He’d always been the vocal one, especially with matters of the heart. Our wedding night had been no exception, I still remembered the stories well, those of his parents and their runaway shotgun marriage. He was a born storyteller; captivating, charming and magnetic.

“Blood of my blood…” I whispered, the words just flowing, almost as if he’d pulled them from within me.

“Bone of my bone…” He returned, his tone now reverent, remembering as I was those last nervous moments of the ceremony which had been thrust upon us, yet had made for the most perfect coupling. It may have been for convenience and safety, but now it was for love and passion, defying even the laws of time and space.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed Jamie move, his lips brushed the back of my neck and, if he had been melting earlier, it was I who was melting now.

“I mean to take my time.” He mumbled between kisses, his hands coming to rest on my waist now, pulling my almost limp form against him. “I didna fully get the chance all those years ago, to worship ye, but tonight I shall.”

“Oh, I think you did well enough, Jamie.” I could have said any number of things after this, but his mouth was making delicious patterns against my heated skin and my mouth to brain function was steadily decreasing. Moans filled the air, and I was slightly embarrassed to realise that they were mine, but that didn’t mean I was about to stop.

The skirts, only just fastened and still warm from his touch, came off first, hitting floor with a very slight poof; dust lifting, disturbed by the fabric. I dipped my head to watch the mass of linen settle, the motes curling around my ankles on the slight draught that had been created. Jamie’s hands were making soothing moves against my shift-covered thighs. Basking in the heat of him I shifted my feet apart, relishing the feel of his rough tartan against my backside.

The ‘slow’ part of the arrangement he reserved for the disentangling of my laces, his usually deft fingers making languid, deliberate sweeps as he undid the small bow at the base of my bodice. The two, now loose, strips of thin rope hung wildly, I could feel the tickle of them directly over my bottom as Jamie ran his nose over the backs of my shoulders. I could feel the tendrils of his hair as he shifted from one side to the other, the elusive scent of apples floating around us. He must have been pressing them in the barn all day, him and Ian knee deep in their whisky and cider stock. A small part of me regretted my self-imposed isolation, I was missing out on all of these little moments, moments I would have been active in before.

“Ach, dinna werrit about anything, Sassenach. I can hear yer mind whirring from here, just focus on this, on me.” He purred, pulling the laces through the first few holes and releasing them once more. I’d forgotten about the mirror facing me, I looked directly into the reflection of his eyes, deep blue and serious as he rested his pointer finger at the base of my spine. One touch, it still only took the one, and my heart calmed and I felt an immediate harmony pass through me. He quirked an eyebrow, humour colouring his features as he watched the muscles relax in mine. “I want to show ye what a wedding night should be like, I didna think I’d ever get a chance to show ye some of these things ever again after the mess o’ Culloden. But I do, and I plan to take full advantage of this gift, aye? I fully intend to gi’ you the wedding night that ye should have had the first time we wed.”

“How gallant of you.” i replied, harking back to that fateful night; words I’d said and meant, probably the most sincere ones from the beginning of our marriage. I tipped my head to the side as his tongue resumed its ministrations against my neck, the delicate contact of his mouth causing ripples of salacity to course through my blood. He always managed to awaken some hidden riot within me, a certain avidity that I had hidden well through our twenty years apart. From the second we’d been reunited that ocean of hushed inactivity had reared up, creating a mass of hysteria that pulsed through me at any given opportunity.

The bodice slipped, exposing more flesh at my chest, my cleavage dipping under the pressure of heavy material. I wanted to be present as he disrobed me, but I didn’t seem to have the wherewithal to keep myself grounded. Electricity, again, the shock of its first oscillation forcing the air from my lungs. He was stroking me with such veneration, the swell of emotion that grew with every button hole emptied of cotton laces nearly overflowing as the hefty corset joined its skirt counterpart in the recesses at my feet.

And as sudden as that I was partially bared to him, his sloth-like movements having given him the time to worship me as he desired, and for me to slip into near coma, my whole self at his mercy. Just as before I was stood, fire sparking in my eyeline, in only a thin slip of fabric. He didn’t need to remove my clothes for me to be naked as I stood by his side, he knew that well, but nudity was preferable at this moment. The glint of passion that burned in us both, mirrored by the flames that simmered and combusted in front of us. I wanted to be consumed by him, I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, and before I could stop myself I turned and took his lips against mine, his mouth opening as we tasted each other.

I hadn’t the presence of mind to recall his hand on my shoulder, pulling me round, or his fingers untying the one knot at the top of my shift and pushing it to the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything other than his lips against mine. The heat of our ardor made the room around us so close that I didn’t even notice that he’d completely removed my dress. I couldn’t be the only one in such a state, though, and upon realising this I began to tug at Jamie’s belt. It came away easily enough, flopping to the floor to join the other pile of clothing. His kilt followed in quick succession. I had no scruples, he wished to be slow on principle, but I just wanted to have him bared to me as fast as possible.

I twisted us around and pulled him by his shirt sleeves towards the large double bed, its silken coverlet already swept aside ready for sleep. But it wasn’t sleep I was interested in now, far from it. My legs hit the mattress first and I sat, my legs slightly parted in invitation, my hands resting on the thin base sheet, its soft puffs of cotton smooth under my palms.

“Take off your shirt, I want to look at you.” He blushed, the sight of it sending bolts of a carnal desire through every inch of me, intensifying the ache between my thighs.

“Aye, fair’s fair.” He returned, carefully tugging his shirt off and over his head. Every part of him screamed eroticism; his sculpted thighs, the bulk of his shoulders, the muscular slant of his arms. I wanted to simply lie back and take him in, but a very strong part of me wouldn’t allow it. I shimmied myself back, still keeping him in view as I leant back on my elbows.

It wasn’t usual for him to wake me before he went off to attend to his chores, but after our evening he thought it proper to at least say his goodbyes.

“Thank you, Jamie. I love that you took such good care of the dress, even knowing you might never see me again. It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

“It wasna me, Claire. As much as I would have, I was in the cave and then Ardsmuir. It was Jenny. It wa’ left in the chest Mrs Fitz sent across from Leoch that time, she found it and she took care of it.”

He saw the light leave my eyes, my smile dimming at the mention of his sister. He knew the issues I’d been having with her, and it wasn’t that I’d lost appreciation for the effort she’d gone through just because we’d still not eased our woes with each other; well, her woes with me. But it was just another addition to laundry list of quibbles Jenny Murray had with me.

“I ken she’s made her distaste known, Claire, but she missed ye just as much as any of us. She’s trying, in her own way, to deal wi’ Ian’s bad health as well as her bairns and to no’ be too much of a grump wi’ ye. Dinna hide yerself awa’, aye? Go and speak to her.”

“Break down the wall she’s forced between us, you mean?” I tried to keep my tone neutral, but I could tell by the side-eye he gave me that I’d failed. She had wanted me to perform tasks I wasn’t capable of, I would save Ian had I been able, but I wasn’t the witch she thought I was. “If only you hadn’t toted around the idea of ‘La Dame Blanche’, Jamie, she mightn’t hold me to such an ideal.” I wasn’t mad at him, though. He’d done that to save us all, and for a time it had served its purpose.

He kissed my forehead, took my hands and brushed his lips against them also and then turned to leave. I couldn’t help but feel at a loss; when he disappeared off for the day I was alone, lonely. But he was right, and he knew it. I couldn’t hide myself away, I couldn’t give Jenny the satisfaction. “Ha’ a good day, Sassenach. If ye decide to venture out, come and find me.” With that he left, a flurry of kilt and man. The door clicked shut, leaving behind the faint scent of him.

Not wanting to cause Jenny any more reason to gripe at me I dragged myself out of bed, my legs aching in the most delightful way as I bent to collect my wedding dress off the floor. Folding the skirts as she had, I placed it carefully back into the ornate wardrobe, leaving it just as I’d found it. Bathing quickly afterwards, I found my off-blue day dress and got myself ready, it was about time I shook off the hermit I’d turned into and listened to Jamie. He’d never let me live it down, but his words made sense.

Gazing out of the large north facing window I found my erstwhile sister-in-law washing the sheets, her arms speckled with foamy water as she dragged the large fabric over the washboard. Now was as good a time as any, I sighed, trying to come up with an excuse not to follow through and failing. Jamie asking me to come and find him had been a request, he wouldn’t be expecting me, I tried to tell myself, but I was unconvincing even to myself. He’d said it as an inducement, enticing me with the prospect of lunch, outside, with him. Instead of only seeing him during the dusk hours. I smiled as I propelled myself out of the laird’s room and downstairs, finally.

The day was warm, the sun just peeking through the clouds to heat the dry earth of Lallybroch’s courtyard. Jenny had her back to me, facing the arch as she always did on washday, a habit I’m sure she’d picked up after Jamie was taken the first time. Something she’d never found the need to change, especially with Jamie’s flighty and somewhat capricious nature. A very wise move, even if I did say so myself.

“Jenny, I…” my mouth dried completely, my words sounding high-pitched and a little bit intense as I tried to calm myself. I watched as Jenny straightened her spine, I recognised the tense set of her bones, as if she were planning to go into battle rather than have a conversation with a family member. “I just wanted to say thank you, for keeping my wedding dress in such wonderful condition. I found it,” she hadn’t yet turned, but her head had tilted towards me, a positive step, “and I couldn’t let it go by without saying how grateful I am for its grand condition.” I held my breath, I’d taken a step, if it all went downhill at least I’d made a move.

“Weel, I didna…” she began, as if she meant to brush it off, but obviously Jamie had spoken to her also, clever lad. Either way, I would not be placated. “It would ha’ been a terrible shame for it to end up as moth feed, wi’ holes and the like.” She finally conceded, continuing on with her chores. Her shoulders retained their stubborn set, but she’d lost some of the brusqueness that laced her tone. She was mellowing.

“Yes, it would. I know it meant a lot to Jamie, and when I came across it, well, it meant a lot to me, too.”

“Aye, then I’m glad ye saw it. There’s a lunch for ye to take to the boys, it’s sat in the kitchen. They’re out just in the treeline to the west, in the whisky store wee Jamie built for them.”

I took that as my cue to leave as she began to wash once more, with added zeal. I turned, a small smile on my face, the ice finally broken between the two of us. We might never be the same as we once were, but I was happy to just be on pleasant speaking terms; for the moment. At least it would make our stay here more agreeable. I turned on my heel, my hand catching the wooden doorway as I made to collect the picnic when Jenny spoke again.

“That wardrobe, the one ye found the dress in?”

“Yes?” I added, casually.

“We had it made for ye, and for Jamie to remember ye by. The engravings, did ye happen to look at them?” Her voice was kinder now, a friendly note worming its way in.

That took me aback, I hadn’t taken a closer look after I’d discovered what lay beyond. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

“It’s carved wi’ suns and candles. Wi’ anything that signified light. Ye ken the meaning of yer name in Scots is Sorcha, aye?” She took a breath, but didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s fer that reason. Whatever is between us now, I always wanted to keep a wee bit o’ ye in Lallybroch. Especially in that room.”

I was speechless, I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. The tears did, however, gathering in my eyes but not falling, yet.

“Dinna forget the whisky besides the basket, Jamie willna forgive ye if he doesna have a fresh dram waiting.” She finished, relieving me of the duty of final words. I wiped my eyes as I wandered back into the house, a fresh wave of emotion bubbling within me as I grabbed the pre-prepared lunch and set off to find Jamie.  

Be In My Vlog! (Rap Monster x You one shot request)

  You were done doing your Q&A video blog for YouTube and you were reading through comments seeing alot of your fans asking you to make a vlog with your boyfriend. The thing is that no one had any idea that your boyfriend was Kim Namjoon, well known as Rap Monster, the leader of BTS, a k-pop musical group. You weren’t sure about their reaction but since they asked, you decided to ask Namjoon to be in your next video and he said yes without any hesitation.
  You decided to do a truth and dare video with him based on YouTube comments. You turned on the camera and presented your boyfriend.
  “Hello, everyone! Um…I saw alot of comments asking me to make a video with my boyfriend so…This is my boyfriend, Namjoon!” You said shyly and smiled towards him.
  “Hello! Call me Rap Monster or just Rap Mon!” He said and smiled cutely. You were obsessed with his adorable dimples and you couldn’t resist without pinching his cheek.
  “So…Today we’re going to do a truth and dare video based on your comments.” You said and smiled.
  “I’m reading the first one!” Namjoon said and laughed. “I dare you to do a really fast freestyle rap” He read one of the comments.
  “I can’t do that!” You said amused.
  “But I can.” He smirked.
  “Do your job.” You said amused and he started to rap about you which made you blush.
  “I’m reading the next one!” You said cutely and he giggled. “I dare you to do your boyfriend’s makeup!” You said and started to laugh.
  “OH GOD.” He said scared.
  “C'MON IT WILL BE FUN!” You said hyper and he nodded scared.
  “OKAY EVERYONE SO MY NAME IS _____ AND TODAY I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW TO DO YOUR MAN’S MAKEUP!” You said loudly in front of the camera and Namjoon was biting his lips nervous.
  “First off, you need to get a BB cream and a powder. Apply it all over your ‘pacient’s’ face.” You said amused and put alot of cream on his face, changing his face color into a different one. It looked weird because from his neck and down his body had a different colour and it amused you alot. You decided to do a funny makeup instead of a serious one, like he’s used to from his MV’s and concerts.
   "I don’t want to see my face now…“ He said and you started to laugh.
  "Shhh! Just pay attention to my beauty-process!” You said amused. “Next, you have to apply the powder gently on his cheeks.” You said and applied ALOT of powder ALL OVER HIS FACE.
  “You said 'on cheeks’” He said scared.
  “I take it back. Use it all over his face. Next, we have the EYE MAKEUP!” You said and raised your fist in the air and he gulped.
  “E-Eye makeup?” He asked.
  “You’ll look better than that time when you had to dress as Sailor Moon.” You said and smirked. “Get a liquid eyeliner, a black eye powder for a smokey eye effect and…” You said and he stopped you.
  “SMOKEY EYE EFFECT? You’re doing a woman makeup!?” He asked.
  “SHHH!” You said and started to wipe the eye powder all over his eyelids, up right next to his eyebrows. You couldn’t contain your laugh too much and you started to laugh really loud when you looked at him with so much makeup on his eyes.
  “Are you d-done?” He asked creeped out.
  “NOPE. We have LIPS.” You said and brought the brightest red lipstick you had. A red one, like Hyuna’s. “Next, apply red lipstick all over your pacient’s lips and then the smokey eye effect tutorial is done! YAY.” You said as you applied the red lipstick on his lips. “TADAAAA” You said after you finished the makeup and he made you a sign to pause the filming.
  “Can you bring me a mirror?” He asked.
  “NO. You look amazing. Just trust me.” You said amused.
  “JAGIYA! Please! I’m not going to stay like this!” He said scared.
  “Okay okay, go to bathroom.” You said amused and he went to bath.
  Suddenly you heard a girly scream but you knew it was just him scared of his own face…He looked like a fancy old lady who just found out what makeup actually is.
  “JAGIYA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FACE?” He yelled and you started laughing really loud and went in the bathroom.
  “Makeup?” You said innocently.
  “YOU DON’T NEED TO yell because I’m right here next to you. And you need a makeup remover, look.” You said and gave him a makeup remover cream.
  “Thanks…Oh God..” He said. After he was done taking off his makeup you went back to continue the video. You turned the camera on again and he started to read through comments again.
  “Hmm…Let’s try truth too.” He said and you nodded. “It’s true that you like to dance alone in your room?” He added with his eyes glued on the comments and you blushed.
  “Ummm…Y-Yeah…I ALWAYS DANCE ALONE IN MY ROOM! It’s not like I’m the only one who’s doing that…” You said amused.
  “I should give you more surprise visits then.” He said amused and you punched his shoulder amused.
  “It’s true that you have underwear on?” You read a comment amused and Namjoon blushed and laughed. “Ummm I don’t know man, let me check.” You answered sarcastically and he laughed harder and blushed.
  “I dare you to sing Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj.” He read another comment and you started to yell the chorus. You weren’t a bad singer but this time you were pretending. You were yelling instead of singing which made Namjoon laugh again.
  “BANG BANG INTO THE ROOM!” You said and pointed to him to continue.
  “I know you want it~~~” He continued.
  “I’ll let you have it!”
  “WAIT A MINUTE LET ME TAKE YOU THEEEERE!!!!” You yelled and started to laugh.
  “I dare you to say 'potato’ in 5 different languages.” Namjoon read another comment and you started to laugh and checked Google Translate.
  Korean: gamja
  Japanese: poteto
  Chinese: tudou
  Italian: patata
  German: Kartoffel” You said amused. Well, you knew that you have amazing fans…Yeah.
  “I dare you to give your boyfriend a piggy ride.” You read another comment. “ME? A PIGGY RIDE TO HIM?”
  “This will be fun.” He said amused and you tried to pick him up. He was laughing so loud at your hard-try and hugged you instead.
  “Forget it.” He said amused.
  “Awww thanks.” You said and hugged back.
  “Two more dares!” He exclamed and read more comments.
  “What about this one? I dare you to do one of SHINee’s choregraphies!” You said excited.
  “SHINee!? Their dances are TOO difficult!” He said worried.
  “Don’t worry. No one said that I have to dance exactly like them.” You said amused and started to dance to Ring Ding Dong with mixed steps. It looked really funny, it made your boyfriend, Namjoon, laugh at your sillyness.
  “And the last one…I dare you to play Crossy Road for 5 minutes without loosing.” Rap Mon read one more comment.
  “CROSSY ROAD? That game is the nightmare of my life. I still can’t understand how V did 500+ at that game…” You said and took your phone to play it but lost after a few seconds of playing which made Namjoon laugh.
  “Weeeeell….That was all for today! Submit your dares and questions for next video of Truth and Dare in the comment section! Don’t forget to like and share this video and SUBSCRIIIIIBE!” You said and closed the camera.
  “This was so fun!” Namjoon said and hugged you.
  “Thank you for appearing in my video!” You said and kissed his cheek.
  “Anytime! It was really fun.” He said and kissed your lips softly.

Requested by anonymous :)

A/N: Hope you liked it, dear anon XD <3

I need you, but you don't need me - Joshifer One Shot

Well, now I did it too. Those two are basically killing me so I decided to give in and write a Joshifer one shot. I hope you all enjoy it and leave me feedback! As always, thank you to my beta Laura!

Josh’s pov 

I am just getting comfortable again, when my phone starts ringing for what has to be the 5th time now. For god’s sake, who is trying to get a hold of me so desperately at 2am in the morning?

Sighing heavily, I drag myself out of my bed and over to my drawer where I left my phone so I could finally get more than 5 hours of sleep a night, but it seems like someone is determined to destroy that plan.

I don’t even bother looking at the caller ID, it’s way too late for even caring about things like that. “Yes, hello? I just hope you have a damn good reason for calling me at this time of the day, or should I say night.”

For some seconds there is complete silence on the other side of the line, when suddenly a quiet sob interrupts it. “Sorry.. I-“, her voice breaks, but I immediately recognize it, of course I do. How could I not? “Jen? Shit, I’m sorry, if I had known it was you I wouldn’t have been so rude.”

Again, I am only met with silence. “Jen? Jennifer? What happened? Talk to me please, you are starting to freak me out.” I try to keep my voice steady, but I know that something has to be really wrong.

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“Do It For the Vine Video”
Summary: In which Soul and Maka are YouTubers and make an extremely bad decision for the sake of a video. Hilarity ensues.
Pseudo-sequel to this fic I wrote a couple weeks ago. (Nah, you don’t have to read it to understand this one, but it’ll probably help.)

The worst thing about dating her best friend, Maka thought, was that he always knew how to get what he wanted.

Soul had figured out a system. He’d ask to copy her math homework while nuzzling the sensitive hollow where her neck met her shoulder, nibbling at it until she wasn’t even sure what she was agreeing to anymore. He knew when she was in a good mood based on trivialities, tiny quirks in her expression. He knew she was lousy in the morning until she’d ingested enough caffeine to kill some small animals. He knew not to bother her while she was editing a video, because the software made her cranky.

(She knew him, too, inside and out, and she wasn’t afraid to use that knowledge either, but it was still an irksome concept. She couldn’t figure out whether it made their relationship easier or more complicated.)

“Come on, Maka. Please?”

Right now, Soul had opted for the overly-affectionate plan of attack. They were walking home from school, their hands clasped between them, and he kept rubbing his thumb on her skin in slow circles.

The feeling was heady, and distracting, and made her want to hit him with her bio textbook.

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