Imagine: Being on Eric’s team for capture the flag during initiation…
The train rumbled steadily along the tracks, as the sky outside darkened. Not more than 15 minutes ago, we were being yelled at by Eric to put on vests and jump on the train, with the threat of being cut if we missed ‘war games’. I guessed it was probably a team game or something, with some sort of crazy Dauntless twist.
“Alright everyone! Listen up!”
“The game is simple, it’s like capture the flag,” Four’s voice boomed through the train compartment, forcing me to turn around and listen.
I watch as Eric picks a gun, holds it up, and then proceeds to shoot one of the other initiates in the leg, after she had whispered something to her friend. She collapsed to the ground and sweared in an almost comedic way, and I might’ve laughed had I been able to focus on something other than the pain this dart could cause. Were they trying to kill us?
Eric started to explain the gun, which was designed to ‘simulate the pain of real gunshot’. When he started to explain the rules though, I kind of tuned out. My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t even listen, and I wondered if anyone else could hear my heart, beating with adrenaline.
“… Two teams, Four and I are captains.”
Before Four could even open his mouth, Eric spoke again.
chapter 2 summary: ❝You set up camp in the pits of hell using the knowledge you gained from self-help magazines when Jungkook asks you a thought provoking question that might just change your entire relationship. ❞
Everything felt rushed, it was all a mess, from the ambulance to the hospital, I couldn’t handle how difficult it was to see her lying there so lifelessly, seeing her like this felt as though a thousand knives were just jabbed into my chest. I deserved it, but she didn’t. My baby girl doesn’t deserve this. So why? Why was she being punished for my own mistakes? If I could take her place and be the one to have been hit, then I would.
When we got to the hospital, everything and everybody was frantic. Doctors rushed her to the emergency room whilst nurses tried their best to keep me from following in. I shouted at them, begged them to save her not even realising that my own tears quickly made a puddle on the ground. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to feel. I was completely broke inside. I told the members to come and they all came running not long after she had moved her into surgery.
“This is all my fault, all of this it’s my fault.” I repeated over, now sat on one of the many seats that they had to offer outside of the operation room, head in my hands whilst my elbows rested on my knees.
“Yoongi, it’s not your fault don’t blame yourself.” Jin hyung tried to reassure me, but honestly it didn’t work. How was I supposed to believe that when I know that non of this would have happened if I didn’t open that mouth of mine? If only I had treated her better then she wouldn’t have had to runaway.
“You have no idea what she said to me when I was holding her in my arms. Everything hit me like a ton of bricks, I realised how much I neglected her when she was in her worst condition, what kind of father was I?! She’s always looked up to me but I’ve done nothing but disappointed her.” I shouted, I didn’t mean to shout at anyone, I didn’t want to shout at anyone. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when I was angry at myself, when my daughter was lying on that cold table being operated on. I couldn’t calm myself down and I knew that the members understood. Hoseok had tears falling down his face, he was Y/N’s favourite uncle. He acted more like a father towards her than I ever did. He was the one who took her out for ice cream. He was the one who helped me find birthday and Christmas gifts every year. He truly cared about her, and I could see just how torn he was by the way he was sat there, emotionless.
“That’s not true hyung.” Taehyung said whilst placing his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t possibly control these things, Y/N’s brave and she’s strong. She’ll pull through this I just know she will.” I really hope you’re right Taehyung.
Non of us moved from where we sat. For the last three hours, we didn’t speak to one another, we all waited here patiently for someone to walk out through those double doors to tell us that my daughter was okay and that her life was no longer in danger.
That moment came, shortly after. All of us rushed to our feet and walked towards the doctor, who was still taking her mask off her face.
“How’s my daughter? Is she okay? Did she make it?” I bombarded her with questions, I knew that but I was desperate. I needed to know.
“The operation was successful, so please rest assured. The anesthetic will wear off in a couple of hours time so please be patient. She may have amnesia, but it should be temporary, worst case scenario means she’ll never remember again.”
“Thank you so much.” Namjoon said, as I saw nurses wheel her out on a bed. I followed her through into her room and sat right beside her without leaving for a second.
“Hyung, you should eat something.” Jimin said to me, tapping me on the shoulder with a sandwich. I shook my head and grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand, not wanting to let go again. “I’ll leave it here, make sure you eat it.” He said before heading out, giving me some time and space.
I didn’t realise that I fell asleep until I felt something move in my grasp. I shot up and looked directly at Y/N who was now staring at me.
“Baby girl are you okay?” I urged.
“Who are you?” She doesn’t remember me?
“You, you don’t know who I am?” I started crying, this is my fault. All of this was my fault.
“No.” She looked at me confused. This is karma getting back at me for all the shit that I put her through, whether or not the memory loss was temporary, it hurt. It hurt so damn much to have her ask who I was and have her tell me she had no idea.
“I’m your dad.” I continued crying. But she smiled at me, her smile was always so bright and regardless of her condition, she still smiled the same way as she would have a week ago. She doesn’t know who I am anymore or any of our memories, so how is she still smiling? Then again, she’s probably smiling because she doesn’t remember the hardships I put her through. This may be hell for me, but it must be a great thing for her.
“You’re crying a lot, why? Is it because of me?” I nodded slightly.
“I’m sorry princess.”
“Don’t be, dad. Since you’re crying so much, then that must mean that you love me a lot right?”
“Of course I do!” I admitted, of course I love her. No matter the way I treated her, I still love her with my everything, she’s my little girl.
“Well that makes me really happy already so please don’t cry. Knowing that I have your love, already makes me the luckiest daughter alive.”
The truth is, I did remember. I do still remember. Why this all happened, how it all happened. Every detail before the accident I remember clearly. Then why did you lie you ask?
Because my dad was crying, for the first time in my 14 years of living. I saw him cry. I didn’t want him to be sad, I wanted to start off fresh and this was the best way to do it. I wasn’t about to bring the past back up. Never again.
Not when it hurts the both of us. Maybe now I can finally become the daughter he really loves, maybe now I can finally be Min Y/N without questioning my very existence.
No matter what happened in the past, I’ll still love him because he’s my father and I’m his daughter.
So Lu and I went to watch Rogue One again today, and sitting in the row in front of us was this lesbian couple and their two sons. The younger son, who looked about 6 or 7 (although obviously it was pretty dark so I couldn’t be sure), talked throughout the entire film, and usually this would be annoying, right? Not this little guy. He was such a huge Star Wars nerd. He kept explaining things to his mum so that she’d understand what was going on, and it was so sweet??
(By the by, RO spoilers ahead)
He’d be like “That’s the Death Star. That’s important, remember that.” Or “That’s Tarkin!!! He’s a baddy.” But he also had the greatest reactions to things, like when the rebels all agreed to fly to Scarif he shouted “THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER” and he actually fist pumped the air when C-3PO and R2 had their cameo. Like all kids, though, there were a few things that went over his head and he would loudly ask if one of his mothers would explain what was going on. My favourite of these moments was when he asked if Baze was sad about Chirrut’s death because Chirrut was his boyfriend.
But I think my overall favourite point was when Krennic flew into Mustafar, and upon seeing the familiar streams of lava this boy leaned over and said to his mum: “This is where Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi had a fight because Anakin had gone to the dark side, and Obi-wan Kenobi said he loved Anakin but Anakin didn’t say it back so he chopped all his legs off.”
Like, you’re not wrong, kid.
On the way out of the cinema I could still hear him babbling excitedly about Princess Leia and how cool he thought she was, and how he wanted to watch A New Hope when they got home, and how much he’d loved the film. It was so sweet. I enjoyed the film ten times more than I would have done if that boy hadn’t been there, I’m sure. Honestly, god bless that gay Star Wars family.
it gets kinda hot at the end, but no smut.
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title just means ‘happy birthday’ in Italian. This was written for the lovely history lover, @rachiieee . I love you lots girl, and I hope you like this. I’m not fully
satisfied with it though, so I’m sorry if it sucks.
always been your favourite subject at school. You could listen to your teachers,
mesmerized, your eyes twinkling as they told stories about Kings, Queens, and
ancient populations for hours on end. You were a curious kid, always wanting to
know how people lived and how things worked all those years ago.
The Roman Empire has fascinated
you ever since you’ve heard about Augustus, the first Roman Emperor, for the
first time when you were twelve. You’ve spent days and nights reading books and
watching documentaries about Ancient Rome, studying their political strategies,
their laws or simply their way of living.
So when Alex, being the perfect
boyfriend, said he was taking you to Rome for a week, you bursted with joy –
throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. You were
over excited to spend a week with your lover in one of the places you’ve wanted
to visit the most in your life.
Walking down the streets of Rome hand in hand
with Alex, you softly smiled to yourself. The past few days have been the best
of your life – you’ve visited so many places and learnt a lot of things about
Rome, although you already knew most things and even corrected the guides a few
times; surprising all the tourists and making Alex smile, his heart filling
But good things always come to an end, and you
were to be at the airport at six the following morning.
You were lost in your thoughts, reminiscing
last day’s visit of the Roman forum, when the blue-eyed boy suddenly stopped in
his tracks, startling you. He chuckled at your confused expression, nodding
towards the hotel’s entrance. You had arrived and you haven’t even noticed. A
blush crept onto your neck and cheeks as you followed him inside. You let him
lead you to the elevator and watched him press your floor’s button before
turning to face you, a toothy smile plastered to his face as his eyes shone
with what looked like excitement. You raised an eyebrow at him, nervously
playing with the hem of your shirt. It was funny how even after two years of
dating he could still make you nervous like the first time you’ve talked.
“I have another surprise for you.” He said, his
hand still holding yours tightly. Alex has been full of surprises this day,
first bringing you Italian breakfast to bed – a caffè latte with some fette
biscottate and fruits, then taking you to the Trevi fountain and the Colosseum.
You had lunch in a little traditional restaurant downtown, then went to explore
the city before heading back to the hotel as the sun set.
You were exhausted to say the least, and just
wanted to take a refreshing shower, order pizza from room service and cuddle up
to your lover, falling asleep in his arms. You needed a good night of sleep to
be ready to leave in the morning, after all.
But by the look Alex was giving you, you knew
he had something else planned. The walk from the elevator to your room was
short and soon enough you were standing in front of the red painted door,
waiting for Alex to let you in. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he
winked at you, opening the door with his free hand. What has he planned?
Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open at
what you saw inside. A table stood in the middle of the room, little candles,
rose petals and a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne inside
decorating it. The room was dimly lit as only candles and a few fairy lights
Walking further into the room you noticed a
trolley near the wall; various dishes and another bottle of champagne on its
shelves. Steam was coming from the freshly cooked meals, the smell making your
mouth water. A warm feeling spread in your chest, your heart beating faster.
Turning around you found Alex leaning on the doorframe, watching you with a
“I asked the hotel’s staff to come up with something…”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Do you like it?” He asked unsure, taking in
the environment himself.
“I love it, Alex.” You answered immediately,
your hand running over the soft white tablecloth. “But… What’s the special
occasion?” You couldn’t help but ask.
Alex’s brows furrowed as he stepped into the
room, closing the door behind him. He walked up to you and took your hands in
his, bringing them up to his lips. He kissed each of your knuckles, his blue
eyes focused on yours.
“Are you serious?” A soft smile tugged at the
corners of his lips. You nodded your head slowly. It wasn’t your anniversary – that was three months ago, you thought.
It wasn’t his birthday – that was almost four
months ago… And then it hit you, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at
yourself, him joining you. “Happy birthday, babe.” He whispered, his hands
cupping your face gently. His lips were on yours in a moment, the kiss soft.
“Thank you.” You mumbled against his lips,
holding onto him a few more seconds before pulling away. You’ve been so busy
these last few days you forgot your own birthday. But he remembered, and it
made your heart melt.
“Shall we?” Alex’s lips found yours once more
in a quick peck before he gestured to the table, pulling the chair out for you
to sit before bringing over dinner – cannelloni and salad, then some panna
cotta for desert. Your lips curved into a smile, he had remembered what your
favourite Italian dishes were.
He sat facing you, popping the champagne open, making
you jump up at the sudden noise, which caused him to chuckle. He poured it into
your glasses, serving you first of course, before placing the bottle back in
“To you, my love.” He said, raising his glass.
You smiled once again, clinking yours with his before bringing it to your lips,
taking a sip of the sparkling beverage.
The fact that Alex organised something like
this for you made you all giddy inside, your stomach filling with butterflies
once more. You felt so lucky to have him. He was the best thing that has ever
happened to you. So kind and so affectionate, so funny and enchanting. You
couldn’t dream of a better boyfriend. He was perfect.
You favourite shirt and shorts were lying on
the floor, along Alex’s flannel. Breathy moans and light groans filled the room
as the blue-eyed boy hovered over you. He had you trapped underneath him and
had no intention of letting you go, not like you’d want to. This was your
favourite place on earth– in your boyfriend’s arms.
He nibbled at the soft skin of your neck as
your hands moved up and down his muscular back, your nails scratching softly,
leaving red marks behind. He was driving you crazy, and he hasn’t even taken
his jeans off yet.
You whimpered as his hand moved down your body,
caressing your ribs and your stomach until his fingers found the elastic of
your lace panties. He played with it – pulling at it and releasing it, making you
whine and your back arch at the sound it made against your skin.
Sucking a big love bite on your collar bone,
Alex smirked to himself. He blew cold air on the still wet spot to soothe it
and watched as goose bumps appeared on your delicate skin. Looking up, he saw
your eyes were closed tightly and your mouth open agape as soft moans came out
You moved your hands up to his head, your
fingers playing with his thick brown hair as he kissed down your throat to your
breasts. He bit and licked at your hot skin, moving down to your stomach. He
stopped there, resting his chin just under your belly button and waited for you
to look down at him.
A few seconds passed and you started to get
agitated, why would he stop? Opening
your eyes you let them adjust to the light before looking down, meeting his intense
gaze. You felt so petite under his hungry look. His pupils were dilated, you
could barely see the blue in his eyes. He smirked at you, making you gulp
silently as a shiver ran down your spine. You cupped his face with one hand
while the other gripped onto the soft blanket underneath you, your knuckles
turning white. He closed his eyes only for a second, leaning into your touch
and exhaling slowly before opening them again. They were filled with lust, and
it made you squirm under his strong grip.
“Tillykke med fødselsdagen, smukke.” (Happy birthday, sweetheart.)
He groaned, kissing your stomach once before he grabbed at your panties, slowly
pulling them down your legs. You threw your head back, the soft pillow
welcoming it as you felt your cheeks heat up and turn red.
The scene: Draco
is sitting in an ornate, poncy looking chair, while Harry is shirtless and
sitting amongst a pile of metal rods, bars, screws and other materials in the
centre of the room.
“For fuck’s sake, Potter. You’re
doing it wrong!” Draco sneered, as he put down his teacup and saucer down on
the side table.
“Fuck you, I’m not! That’s what the
bloody instructions say to do,” Harry grumbled, glancing away from the
instructions long enough to glower at Draco.
“Well, then the instructions are
wrong, and written by imbeciles who know nothing. I’m telling you, you’re doing
“Do you think you can do it better
then? Go ahead!”
“If you think for one second that I’m
touching that metal monstrosity, you are ever dumber than you look. And you
look like a stupid peasant. Did you even try today? Half of your hair is
sticking up, it has been since breakfast. Did I mention?” His fingers itched
with the urge to fix it, as they had been all day.
But touching Harry’s hair often
resulted in them losing the day, and getting nothing productive done. Besides,
fixing Harry’s hair meant he couldn’t laugh at him about it. He did so love to
laugh at him.
“No, but thanks for that,” Harry
replied sarcastically. “Stop being a whiny arsehole and just do it, if you’re
so sure that you’re more capable.”
Draco fixed him with a sneer.
“Malfoys don’t build things, Potter. We hire others to do it for us. That’s the
whole point of having money.” Draco had thought they’d resolved this, the last
time Harry had wanted to change something about the house. “You have a somewhat
acceptable fortune yourself. You should know this by now.”
“I build things myself, prat. As you
well know, since there’s that nice desk over there that you like to… You
know…” He coughed pointedly, and tugged at his ear.
Draco smirked. The ear tug. That was
the most ridiculous habit Harry had, and Draco loved to pretend he had no idea
what it meant.
“No, Potter, I do not know. You’re
going to have to be more specific. I don’t speak idiot.”
“You know what, Malfoy? I should
leave you to do this yourself. You’re capable, so you say.”
Draco snorted, and added that to the mental
tally of all the times he’d got one over on Harry. Making him show how
difficult he found talking about sex, outside of sex itself at least,
absolutely counted. Anyone would think he was a prude. It was hilarious. Harry
Potter was no prude.
“Capable of calling someone to come
and make it for me, sure,” he admitted easily. “I don’t see why we need such an
elaborate bloody enclosure for all your fucking owls. Just get rid of the owls.
I mean, really. Do people not coordinate gifts anymore? Did no one check
to see if anyone else had had that fascinatingly unique idea of getting
you a replacement owl, after you finally admitted that you might, might,
Absolutely ridiculous. They were all
idiots. Even three owls would have been too many.
“You leave me and my seven owls
alone, you arsehole. They did nothing to you!” That was a lie, and they both
knew it. At least two of them were vicious little beasts.
“Verity nearly ripped off my fucking
earlobe! Jingle, and who the fuck thought it was appropriate to name an owl
Jingle anyway, left a fucking scar on my wrist!” Draco exclaimed, making an
angry gesture towards the little white mark on the inside of his right wrist.
“Your owls are a fucking nightmare, and they must be contained or gotten rid
of. Hurry the fuck up and use what small amount of initiative you must have to
figure the damn thing out!”
“First of all, Maven likes you! He’s
a sweetheart.” Harry paused, and chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Though,
you’re right, a few of them are quite mean.”
Draco snorted, feeling smug.
“Second of all, Andromeda let Teddy
name Jingle, and Teddy is a child, so you can’t judge him for that. I’m sure
Jingle makes absolute sense as a name, to a child. Stop being an arse! This is
never going to get done if you don’t have some common decency and stop
insulting me. It’s distracting.”
“Fuck decency. I’ll speak to you how
I fucking like! You didn’t start dating me because I’m some simpering, hero
worshipping trollop who’ll never have a harsh word to say.” And thank Merlin
for that, because even while in love, Harry did more things to irritate him
than anything else, even if it was more of a fond irritation now. He’d have
gone mad if he couldn’t taunt him about it.
Draco uncrossed his legs, and then
re-crossed them the other way, leaning back in his chair, and making that hand
gesture he knew irritated Harry.
“Fuck your stupid owls. Except Maven.
You’re right, I like Maven. And fuck your incompetency with this gigantic
fucking enclosure. Fuck your stupid pride, and your inability to let the men
who delivered it construct, like they fucking offered, for free. And
fuck your stupid fucking hair! Flatten that side of it before I grab it and
bend you over your fucking desk!”
Sucking in a deep breath, he glared
at the offending hair. It was distracting him from his annoyance. His favourite
thing about Harry’s hair was how resilient it was to being pulled, and how much
Harry seemed to like it, but now wasn’t the time. He did not want that metal
monstrosity to remain unfinished for any longer than necessary. It would be an
eyesore when completed, but it was even worse now.
“You’re really pretty when you’re
angry. Did I ever tell you that? And just because you said that, I want to fuck
up the rest of my hair.”
Draco scowled. “You are a contrary
wanker, Potter! And of course I’m pretty when I’m angry, it’s about fucking
time you noticed.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“You’re pretty all the time, but I
can’t tell you that as often as I think it because your ego is already the size
of Hogwarts. Can’t inflate that pretty head any more, now can we?”
Against his will, Draco felt his
cheeks flush with warmth. That wanker.
“Cut it out! You can’t flatter me
into helping you with that stupid enclosure. I wanted them to construct it,
like they offered. You’re the stupid twat that said you could handle it.” Ever
the prideful Gryffindor. Idiot. And Draco even more so for not insisting
the delivery men do it for them. “And if we’re talking egos, you’re a fucking
hypocrite, Mr. Saviour of the Wizarding World, Sexiest Wizard however many
years in a row it’s been. Preening like a fucking parrot whenever someone brings
“I preen whenever yousay
it, arsehole. I spend the rest of my time trying to melt into the shadows. I
cannot believeyou actually think I preen. That’s you! You preen
every time I call you pretty! Or when anyone else does, for that matter. Now
please help me with this stupid enclosure.”
“I’m a Malfoy, I was born to preen.
It’s expected of me.”
And so amusing to watch Harry go
through the stages of annoyance over it, attempting to ignore it, and then
watching with fondness, before Draco did something to make him cycle back to
annoyance. It was high class entertainment.
“You’re pathetic for cowering in the
shadows, by the way,” he added, looking him up and down. It did no one good to
hide that body from the world. “I wish you did preen more often. Your wasting
those chest muscles you’ve been building lately, don’t think I haven’t noticed
them. And no, I will not help. I told you that you couldn’t set it up on your
own. Owl the company back, and get them to send someone, like any intelligent
“Shut up. I just don’t want to be out
of shape by the time I’m thirty, you preening peacock. And why don’t you call
them, since you’re so insistent on not helping me? Stop insulting my
Draco snorted. “What intelligence? I
see none,” he sneered. The peacock joke. How tired. That had stopped annoying
him a long time ago. Harry needed new material. “If I ruffle my feathers at
you, will you stop being a stubborn git and owl them? You’re the one who made
the purchase, it has to be you. Idiot.”
“You’re a prick. Of the highest
degree. Why do I like you again? Oh, that’s right. Because… You know what? I’ll
just call them tomorrow. Later today. Fuck, what time is it?”
Draco checked his pocket watch, and
looked mournfully at his empty teacup. Why was he still watching this idiot try
to construct this? Teasing him while he cursed and got annoyed was amusing.
Watching him work was always nice too. Still, he should have gone to bed hours
ago and left the stupid prat to it.
“It’s two in the morning, but don’t
stop there. Why do you like me, Potter? Do tell. I’ve been watching you
struggle with this for fuck knows how many hours, comforted only by you
removing your shirt early into proceedings, and by how fucking perfect your
arse looks in those trousers. And now you’re admitting I’m right?” That always
sent a shiver through him. Every time Harry admitted he was right, it was like
he was laying hands on him, and Draco immediately flushed with heat. “Careful,
we might not make it somewhere more comfortable, and if we have a shag in here,
you’re bound to hurt yourself on all those materials that are lying around
There was the desk, and he did so
love a fuck on or over that desk, it was a gorgeous desk, but Harry had
managed to cover it in parts for the enclosure as well. If Draco found
scratches on that beautiful dark wood, he’d kick the git’s arse.
“You know why I like you, I’m not
going to feed your ego by telling you. But my arse does look pretty good
in these trousers, doesn’t it?” Harry twisted around, trying to get a look at
his own arse, before suddenly freezing. “Wait, it’s two in the morning? Where
the hell did the time go?”
Draco couldn’t help but snort again.
Harry’s idiocy was most endearing, and endlessly amusing. And the stubborn set
of his mouth, accompanied by the flush to his cheeks was most arousing. Harry
wanted him, he’d been wanting him for a couple of hours now, only delayed by
trying to finish the stupid enclosure. The signs were obvious. The more Draco
had taunted him while he’d worked, the more Harry had wanted him. Draco had
been greatly enjoying his struggle to stay on task.
“The time went into you trying and
failing to construct a hideous owl enclosure for your demon owls that are, no
doubt, at this very moment, tearing the basement to pieces. But yes, your arse
is fantastic, I refuse to even pretend I didn’t mean that. Why don’t you lose
the trousers, and I’ll give it some more lasting compliments.”
“Are you teasing me right now?
Because if you’re teasing me, I’m going to punch you. Or something.”
“Potter, it’s only teasing if I don’t
follow through. When have I ever failed to follow through? I may tease you for
a while, or for hours, until you’re begging, and that begging slowly becomes
incoherent. But I always follow through… eventually.”
If it wasn’t so late, several hours
of teasing sounded fantastic, in fact. He loved nothing more than reducing
Harry to an incoherent, begging mess. Even better for the stages of cursing and
swearing that preceded the begging.
“Great, now I’m turned on. See what
you did? Arsehole. Poncy git. Fuck you. I’m mad at you.”
Draco drank in the sight of him,
red-faced, chest heaving as his breathing quickened, and that defiant posture
“Excellent, how about you come over
here and do something about it?” Draco uncrossed his legs again, and spread
them, leaning back and slouching slightly in his chair. “Or are you the tease
“Fuck yes, I’ve been wanting to break
in that chair with you for the past few hours. Let me just… Wait. Fuck, it’s
two am! The owls! I forgot to feed the owls!”
Harry didn’t respond, as he grabbed
his discarded shirt, and left the room without looking back.
“They can…” But Harry was gone, and
Draco growled and got to his feet, crossing to the open doorway to yell after
him, “Are you serious? Fuck the owls! Get your arse back here you fucking
A.D.’s storyline definitely makes sense. “The whole storyline makes sense to me now. It’s like filling in the golden puzzle piece for sure. Fans will have the biggest, mind-blowing, exploding heads… it is the absolute bookend the show needed, it answers a lot of questions, it puts a lot of things into perspective, and it’s a great send-off.”
Toby will be in a scene with A.D during the finale. Remaining tight-lipped on this one, Keegan simply answered that he will share the screen with A.D. in the last episode.
And when asked about the Spencer’s twin theory, Keegan talked a lot about Toby and his beard. BuzzFeed: “We haven’t seen Toby since he slept with Spencer in the cabin, and now his phone is switched off. Is this because Toby actually slept with Spencer’s TWIN?” Keegan: “You know I’ve heard a lot of theories about this kind of stuff. I feel like at the end of everything, all these theories will be debunked, answered, and everyone will have what they want. I can tell you though, I was rocking a pretty sick beard during that scene – it was a real beard – and then in the finale I was going to have an even BIGGER beard but I had to shave it. I went through three-and-a-half hours of makeup to have a huge beard, and I went on the set and no one could take it seriously, because I looked like I was from Castaway… so we took it off. So in the finale, I don’t have a beard anymore, like I might get fired but the show is already off the air… um, I just told a big secret, I don’t have a beard anymore in the finale! Anyway, that was that.”
Just like Ezra’s stress stubble, Toby’s beard was symbolic of his grief and stress. “I remember really badly wanting to keep my beard for that scene in the cabin because I was like, ‘man, Toby’s really gone off the deep end, like his wife has died, I mean c’mon, he’s not gonna shave ever again!’ I can grow a beard within like three days. Like a FULL beard. I just squeeze my face and my pores shoot hairs out. A lot of people think Toby’s beard is A.D. and it’s gonna come off and be like 'I’ve been here all along’. But that’s just a Tumblr thing.”
Even Keegan is unsure about Toby’s police training. “I feel like Toby decided to be a cop one night, around 8:30pm, logged onto his computer, went to RosewoodPD.com, printed off his diploma, went to work the next morning, and was a police officer. The only reason I think that was a reality was… the fact he’s such a BAD cop, he’s not a terrible person, he’s just a better carpenter you know? He’s a better carpenter than he is a cop, and he is an OK carpenter. I think that’s why he ultimately retired!”
Apparently Toby’s partner Lorenzo just moved on up in the police force. “Ahh Lorenzo…. Uh huh. So he became a detective in the beginning of Season 6, and I remember going into work and being like 'hey man, why do you get to wear a suit?!’ and he’s like, 'well I’m a detective now’, and I was like 'what the hell man? I’ve been a cop for like three seasons why don’t I get to be a detective?’ So I think he just became a detective and he just worked his way up and he’s important now, he’s on like Lethal Weapon now or something!”
Toby’s experience with the drugged gummy bears ~probably~ got him “fired”. “He was high AF and ended up being like 'Where I am?’ and the police officers all around him were like, 'Dude you can’t be a police officer anymore, cause you’re high’. He was just lit, and then he got fired, pretty much,” Keegan joked.
And Toby wearing a du-rag in the earlier seasons was a complete accident. “That was actually a mistake that scene! My hair was really long and I had to look like I had a shaved head. And they put on the du-rag just to keep my hair down, and they were gonna take it off when I was about to shoot, and my hair would be slicked back and I’d look really dangerous and juvenile. But when we were shooting, Michael the director was like, 'OK we’re gonna shoot the rehearsal’, and I had the du-rag on, and I didn’t take it off, I was just in the middle of the scene. Then months had gone by, and the production editor showed Mandy (the wardrobe person), and she was like 'what the hell is this, why is the du-rag on his head?!’ and everyone was like 'what are you talking about? This has already been in production for months’ and she was like 'oh my god NO!’ It ended up staying in… It was nobody’s fault, just an accidental mess up!”
It was only during filming the finale that Keegan started to piece together what was going on, and he was definitely shocked by who killed Charlotte. “The truth is, I wasn’t really keeping the storyline straight. I couldn’t keep up. What ends up happening when we were shooting most of the time was that we’ll have the writer and you’d be like 'hey, what’s going on?’ and they’ll give you just snippets you need to know for your character, because there are so many storylines that your circuits would get crossed and you’d go crazy. Then if you dare, later you could go back and start to piece things together. But up until the finale I hadn’t been piecing anything together, then I started to when we were shooting the finale. I remember reading last week’s episode when there was all this info that was dumped on the audience. And me being part of the show I was like, 'wait, WHAT… Who killed Charlotte?!’ I was so enamoured by our show in that moment. Because you’re part of a show and you love doing it as much as people love watching it, but then you also get sucked into the fandom and canon of storytelling and get shocked by it.”
He even said there were some plot holes you could “literally drive a train through”, when asked about Detective Wilden covering up Marion Cavanaugh’s death. BuzzFeed:“Jessica DiLaurentis bribed Detective Wilden to cover up Toby’s mom’s death, after ~Bethany~ pushed her off the roof at Radley. According to our calculations Wilden would’ve been a young teen at the time, so there’s no way he could be a detective. Is that right?” Keegan: “I don’t know. That’s more a question for Marlene King. Because there are some plot points during the show that you could literally drive a train through… until the end of the show, that is. The finale will make so much sense to so many people, because they’re like, 'This show has plot holes the size of Swiss cheese!’ and like yeah, but it will make sense at the end. There’s something that happens and just collectively you’re like, 'oh shit that makes total sense now, of course!’ and that’s what will happen. Hopefully.”
And Keegan mentioned while he did get a laugh out of trolling his PLL fans, he’s been dropping clues this WHOLE time. “I love trolling the fans! But I also love placing little easter eggs, because there is sometimes truth to things I’m saying. When the show ends, I can go back and be like: 'I said this and nobody picked up on it!’ I’ve done interviews and I’ve totally divulged things but nobody picks up on it. Once the show ends I’ll do an entire investigation into my own past stuff that I’ve said and I’ll be like, 'haha, I told you guys!’.”
BTW, he loves memes. “I don’t really have friendships, they’re just direct message memes, so I love trolling fans (with memes). I think the sweaty thing, the misspelt sweetie meme, is my favourite thing ever. I kept doing it and fans were like 'you misspelt sweetie, what’s wrong with you!’ and 'I’m like, no, no that’s the meme guys!’.”
Everyone acted their butts off. Lili killed it. Cole’s expressions tho. KJ got it down. Camila was fire. Madchen in that outfit!!!!
Don’t throw hate at the cast/writers. Grow up.
My heart is broken I can’t wait so see what happens next
Up until Archie arrived I’m pretty sure Jughead was ‘undercovering’ the Serpents and then the girl he loved sent someone else to break up with him. He’s insecure and people leave - he believed it. He said fuck it. He’s all in because they seem like the only people begging for his attention. If he doesn’t push Toni away, I get it. He’s confused and heartbroken and feels the weight of a town on his shoulders. It made sense to me.
The layering of that RENT cover over the punch ups is my FAVOURITE STYLING CHOICE EVER. And creepy lollipop ringtones are now my life.
The Black Hood showing Betty that they ‘are the same’ was another thing I also loved. Like damn my lil English Lit nerd got all tingly.
Although was not a fan of ‘homewrecking bi’ and ‘unecessary assault’ use.
Juggie that tattoo better be fake you’ll be catching these hands you’re underage
This season just got liiiiiiiiiit - that promo looks so. damn. good.
Now that I’ve done my obligatory post-ep feelings ramble, I’m getting the hell outta dodge.
Anonymous said: Could I have a scenario where Todoroki corners his crush against the wall because he wants to show his true feelings ?? OMG!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG !! ♥
Anonymous said: Holy crap that shy reader not wanting to confess to shouto is the cutest thing ever! Would it be a problem if I requested a sequel? Like, shouto confessing to her, then?? Thanks a lot ❤
life-is-a-bang said: Hi ! I absolutely love your blog u are so talented. May i ask a part 2. Of the scene where Todoroki hears a girl saying that she likes him ? ( cause this one is my favourite ❤️) Sorry for my bad english !! Please never stop writing it makes me feel happy 😊😊
To you three beautiful individuals, thank you so much–I can’t say this enough!! I took the request of Todoroki cornering his crush and combined it with 2 other requests for a part 2 of another scenario, and I hope that I have not disappointed any of you by doing so or with this scenario. ❤❤❤
Warnings: None, but this is part 2 to this scenario <3
Ideally, he would’ve preferred doing this in a less in-your-face manner, but given his other attempts to confess to you… Todoroki didn’t have much of a choice.
Ever since overhearing you and the rest of the girls outside the classroom, he’d been grasping at every opportunity he saw to confess, and every time he’d been unsuccessful. He’d go up to you, thinking somewhat optimistically maybe this time, and you’d make a bolt for the door or pull aside the nearest classmate to join you in talking to him, so he couldn’t confess to you—unless he wanted someone watching, and he really didn’t.
And if, by luck, he found himself alone with you, it wasn’t long before you excused yourself, and it’d be another unsuccessful opportunity to add to the pile he already had. Of course, he had the next one to try again, but the outcome wouldn’t be any different. And although he didn’t get angered easily, patience wasn’t his strong suit, and his patience for this had run out very quickly.
So quickly, in fact, that when you finished your goodbyes to Uraraka just before she left the classroom, he’d skipped the formalities and jumped right into saying your name. As expected, you’d went straight for the door, but his pace was faster, and he’d intercepted you—in a way that has him cornering you in the now empty classroom, your back against the wall and your bag abandoned on the ground.
You look at him in surprise, making no move to escape, and Todoroki would’ve taken the extra seconds to wonder if this is the first time he’s ever truly seen your eyes this close, if not for his position.
“Todoroki, what are you doing?” you ask, visibly struggling to maintain eye contact, but out of nervousness rather than alarm, and even though it doesn’t show on his face, Todoroki is feeling the same—his last minute nerves aren’t doing a thing to help keep him calm.
He swallows hard. “I’m… sorry that I couldn’t find another way to do this,” he says, choosing to begin with that, and you stare at him, confused. “but I really need to say this.” He closes his eyes, knowing that he had to be calm to say what he’s been trying to say for the past several days, and when they open again, he does it.
“I like you.”
With wide eyes that tell Todoroki you’d heard him, you shake your head, putting a hand to your mouth, before you move it away.
I know this isn’t superrrr great but I tried hard. I hope you like it, have a great day - Em x
Requests: Can you do a scenario teacher put you in a group with Taeyong who you have never talked before. You think he is a typical badboy but after being partners you see him in a new light? Thank you :)
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“Everyone stand at the back instead of taking a seat. Today I’m setting a project and after last time there is no way you get to pick your own partners.” Your teacher said. Everyone groaned but you knew it was true. Half of last terms projects were laughable. You were still a bit disgruntled though, one of your best friends was in this class and you could have had so much fun together. You just hoped you got partnered with someone vaguely decent.
Your teacher began to list names of your classmates. She had managed to partner everyone with someone they barely knew.
“y/b/f and Yuta,” The teacher said handing them a project pack. “y/n and Taeyong,” she called out next. If you had been cheekier you would have protested at this. Taeyong was just some badboy in your year who chased after a different girl each week and didn’t bother with anything. That’s what everyone said.
Your friend shot you a sympathetic look before turning around and grinning at Yuta. She had had a crush on him for ages, he was nice and cute so she was lucky to have him for a partner.
You sat down at a desk next to Taeyong and gave him a quick, fake smile. The teacher walked up to the board and wrote the deadline, a week from now, in big letters.
“We have done many projects in the past but I thought we would do something a bit more interesting for you this time,” she announced. “In your pair, each of you will have to present about the other person and something you have learned from each other this week. This is another reason you can’t go with your friends. You may have the rest of the lesson to discuss with your partner.”
Your teacher pulled out her laptop and put headphones in. Your social science class wasn’t always the most educational fo your classes.
You turned to Taeyong.
“Um… hey so I’m y/n,” You said to him smiling as best you could. Taeyong raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“You’re a pretty girl,” He said to you with a wink. “I’m lucky in that regard,” You internally groaned. Was it humanly possible to work with him? This was one of the many questions you had. But you ignored him.
“What days are you free?” You asked him politely. But he didn’t reply he had gotten out his phone and was texting someone. You didn’t mind faking happiness but he could at least pay attention.
“Hey, Taeyong!” You said tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up at you, seemingly amused that you were still trying to work.
“I asked you what days you were free to work, that is if you’re not too busy beating people up or chasing after poor girls or whatever you do in your free time. I don’t really feel like doing the whole project myself but I mean with you has a partner what should have I expected.”
He looked surprised by your small outburst, it wasn’t immediately obvious but you could have sworn a flash of hurt ran across his face before his smirk regained its usual place. He was about to speak but the bell rang.
“Look you can do whatever, but if you want to help meet me in the library tomorrow after school,” you told him getting up. “But don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to show.”
The next day after the last bell rang you walked down to the library with your best friend.
“Yuta is so kind and he is really good at this project, I’m having so much fun,” she gushed her cheeks blushing red when she saw Yuta waiting for her in the library. Your eyes scanned the room but there was absolutely no sign of Taeyong.
If he was gonna show there was no way he would be early. But then you felt a tap on your own shoulder. You looked around to see Taeyong grinning at you as he sat down.
“I’m here to work y/n,” he said saluting you. He was funny, you would give him that.
“Great,” you replied, smiling earnestly this time. “So then tell me about yourself, Taeyong Lee,”
“There isn’t much to say really, I’m seventeen and I like to have a good time,” He grinned, you did the opposite and frowned.
“Taeyong seriously?” you questioned. “My part of the report can’t be ‘yeah this is Taeyong and he likes to party,’ we would get an F, you idiot,”
“Not everyone is what you want them to be. I’m an out of control badboy who gets into fights, drinks, smokes and chases after helpless girls. That’s what people say right.” He told you looking down at his desk.
You looked at him sceptically. You had a feeling that this wasn’t a whole truth. Just by showing up he had shown he was different to what people said. But that didn’t really say much. It wasn’t proof of character enough.
“Fine,” you said relenting. “I will tell you first. I’m y/n and one day I hope to achieve something that shows I can be great. I want to do well and make and impression on people,”
He interrupted you, “Babe you made an impression on me with just one glance,” You cracked a small smile.
“How do you get girls with such terrible lines, gosh Taeyong, is your secret you’re a wizard?” You asked him.
“Oh, yes y/n you see I’m the Asian harry potter,” he flicked his pencil forward at you as if casting a spell. “Makeus this girlus fallus in loveus with meus!” he shouted. The whole library turned around at his sudden cry. The librarian cast you both a look that would kill.
It was all so funny, Taeyong being so childish and the shocked looks of others you couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
“Already you’re proving everyone wrong about the badboy. You are such an idiot Taeyong. Wait…,” you stopped. “Is the humour how you reel the girls in?” you asked curiously. Because if it was it was working.
“Nope. That would ruin my image. The humour is just for you baby girl,” He wiggled his eyebrows. “The other girls can’t avoid being taken in by my beautiful face because my face is beautiful. But not as beautiful as yours.” Taeyong said with his classic smirk back.
“Why are you trying to reel me in then, if the other girls like you more easily?” You questioned.
Taeyong blushed slightly pink. You thought your eyes were playing tricks.
“Because those girls only want one thing from me, and me from them. But that’s not what I want from you. Well, not all I want anyway. I won’t tell a lie. You intrigue me y/n, which is why I think you should go on a date with me.” He said. He sounded confident but you could just about tell the nervousness in his voice.
“Tell you what Taeyong, if we get an A on the project we can go on a date, but that means you have to tell me about the actual Taeyong. You are more than a badboy I can see it,” You answered.
“Fair deal,” he agreed. “Well then… I’m Taeyong and I don’t enjoy getting into fights, I just can’t help it. I have a slightly short temper. I feel pressured to hold up a reputation I don’t even like and I don’t know why. I sleep with lots of girls because the one I always liked from afar can’t see through my façade and I never have the guts to talk to her which in turn makes me angrier and I beat up more people. I want to be a good person, I don’t even like drinking that much. In fact, my favourite thing to do is to sing.” He dropped his face into his hands.
“Ah I can’t do this y/n, I seem so dumb,”
“Nah that was the best thing that you have ever said,” you said happily.
“Can I hear you sing?” you asked later as you were walking home with him.
“Absolutely not. No way. Never gonna happen.” He said walking faster to get away from you.
You ran to catch up and grabbed his arm lightly, just enough to stop him.
“Please,” You asked grinning, “I will do anything if you sing. Just two lines that’s it. Please Taeyong?” you asked. Both of you had just spent two hours writing up one of the bets social science reports of all time.
“Anything?” he asked eyes widening. You nodded.
“Yeah pretty much.”
“Okayyyy fine.” He said and stopped walking. “This is so awkward, here goes nothing…
It’s too much, your red lips
Un Bel Viso, all of you
Makes me imagine an image of an angel
Only mine, you got to be mine”
His voice was so beautiful. He turned around shy.
“Omg Tae that was so great, if I could sing like you I would never stop singing!” you praised him.
He smiled brightly.
“Glad you liked it baby girl. But now you have to do that one thing for me.” He said. You nodded wondering what he would say.
“y/n,” he said seriously. “I want you to kiss me,” and he didn’t have to tell you twice. You took a step towards him. He eyes flickered briefly between your eyes and lips but almost as quickly they pressed together. Your lips caressing each other softly but passionately. It lit a fire inside you.
He pulled away after a few seconds and leant his forehead against yours.
“I really hoped I proved I was different. Because I realised it doesn’t matter if other don’t know who I am. But it does matter that you do.”
“Don’t worry, I think I have a clear idea. And I like this new Taeyong a lot.”
He was beyond sweet from that point on. That weekend you went on an ice cream date and fed ducks at the park. He was the opposite of your preconceptions.
So, the next week in class when it was your turn you felt confident. Taeyong started off with a nice little talk about how people were sweet and we needed to take chances to get to know them like he did with you.
“To conclude, before this I thought I knew who Taeyong was. But people aren’t always the way they present themselves or the way people say. Sometimes it’s just easier to act a certain way. Taeyong is one of the best people I have ever met and I only know that because he had to prove it to me. We should try and see beyond people’s outward attitudes.”
Taeyong gave you a hug and a warm smile.
“Lovely.” The teacher said calling up the next pair. In the end, she gave everyone an A but you knew it wasn’t a waste of time as you walked into lunch to sit next to your boyfriend Taeyong.
After Finn’s sudden outburst towards both Jack and Wyatt and then you unluckily hearing Finn’s secret feelings the rest of the cast had turned up. They were huddled on the couches in front of the large full-screen TV and they were all waiting for Finn to make his way through the doors to join them all and take his seat next to you that you had saved for him. “So, uh, Y/N your opinions?” Nic chuckled as he gestured his hand towards the door that Finn was on the other side of regretting everything he had said just moments before.
Your eyes widened as a blush raised onto your cheeks, you were already flustered enough but Nic’s sudden question had all eyes on you. Sophia nudged your arm in a playful way as she impatiently waited for you to spill your feelings about Finn. Truth was, you did like Finn and it only happened a few months ago as one day you just saw him in a different light, but you didnt mind. “I like Finn.” you mumbled quietly, but no one seemed to hear but Sophia so being the good friend she was she decided to yell it loud and clear for everyone, even finn to hear.
“Y/N likes Finn! Ha, I knew it!” the red head screamed as she jumped in her seat as everyone clapped and cheered along, embarrassing you even further. “Go tell him.” Chosen lifted you from your seat and basically pushed you in the door’s direction as everyone agreed in frantic nods. You grinned to yourself as Sophia gave you a thumbs up and an enthusastic smile to help encourage you. You never thought you would confess your feelings for Finn, but here you were and it seemed to be the most perfect time for you to do it.
You took a deep inhale as you reached for the door handle and pried the door open quietly. Finn sat with his knees up to his chest by the wall opposite the door and his head was hanging in his lap. Finn had never felt so much humiliation in his life, he wasn’t worried that he said it, he was petrified that you’d reject him soon after the screening and he wouldn’t be able to look at you the same again.
You closed the door behind you as you tip-toed over to Finn and slid down the wall next to him. “Hey.” you said quietly, looking at him as his head popped up with slightly glossy eyes. You’d never seen Finn like this and it killed you to know you were partly a reason behind it. “You heard that, didn’t you?” a sigh left Finn’s lips as he leaned his head back on the wall behind him, admitting defeat. You nodded but then proceeded to intertwine your fingers into Finn’s, which caused him to look at you wide eyed.
“I like you too Finn.”
A/N: This little series is actually one of my favourite things I have ever written! I hope you guys like it too! x
It’s a dangerous thing, the news tab in a search engine. It’s often drawn Jack down a hole of seeking out nothing but the worst things hockey commentary has to say about him.
After opening tonight’s twentieth browser tab, he had mechanically reached over to turn on his bedside table lamp just so he could indulge his misery even longer. Even if he found the strength to put his laptop away before dawn, sleep was simply not going to come tonight.
The guys had all been warned off by Shitty from trying to bring Jack out of his funk. There were three stage whisper voices in the hallway about an hour after he’d left Jerry’s until Shitty’s lone voice murmured, “We love you, man, fuck everyone else,” against Jack’s door.
Which is why Jack is startled out of a deep blue reverie when a tentative knock comes at about 1:00 a.m. For a moment, Jack thinks Holster might have time traveled as his ten-year-old self into the present day before he realizes that Bittle is the small blonde standing in his door way. His sleep clothes are hanging loose and huge off his frame, and the dim light obscures his face. He mostly realizes that it’s Bittle because of the slice of pie in his hand.
do you know any fanfics that are like poetic or poetically written? i appreciate your work and love you all to bits tysm
Chocolate Ice Cream and Bourbon - It’s not as if Dan doesn’t want to go to the parties that he’s obligated to go to as a university student. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and Dan knows that him and parties should not mix. That is, until he isn’t alone, and he meets a solemn writer named Phil.
Four in the Morning- Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth’s betrayal; Dan Howell’s never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who’s afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan’s just afraid of the response.
Nobody, Not Even the Rain- (tw) Dan is fine. It’s what he’s told himself all along. Even though it hurts when he has sex with his boyfriend, even though he shakes for no reason at all; he’s fine. He’s happy. But when he meets Phil, he learns about respect, trust, and how a relationship is truly supposed to be like. Most of all, he learns that maybe he’s not doing so well after all.
The Wanting Comes In Waves- After moving to the tiny Welsh coastal village of Rhagfyr, Phil struggles to find a new way of living, what with his new school and the decision of his future still on the table. Dan is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps there’s beauty inside destruction.
From the Inside of a Black Hole- (tw) dan likes sometimes and maybe and the kingdom of life and death but when his car breaks down and is needing an extended period of time for repair, he finds solace in the home of a lost boy with red knuckles and ghosts: phil lester.
I don’t blame you much (for wanting to be free) (ao3) - Phil first saw Dan, in a tiny museum in Manchester, wearing a nametag that said Dylan, cleaning one tiny patch of floor over and over, fringe falling in his eyes, staring at The Sea at Saintes-Maries like it was the best thing he had ever seen, like he was looking at something behind it, something hidden. Phil had said “hey, that’s my favourite too. Everyone always walks straight past it” and Dan had jumped like a startled cat and then instantly scurried off. Phil had thought no wait stay. And Dan hadn’t, obviously.
But We Were Screaming in Colour- au in which artist!dan’s idea of a romantic first date involves interrupting phil’s dissertation research and having sex in a pile of paint. this is their whirlwind relationship, as told in acrylic and prose.
Stitching Up the Seams (tw)- Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits.
I looked up poetic fics and some of these came up, and then others are off the top of my head (: -Rachel