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The Cast of Final Fantasy XV as YouTubers

Okay, so I’ve actually been wanting to do this for a long time because I love YouTubers of all kinds and I can totally see each and every one of these dorks as video-making losers we would all love.

I just wanted to give you all a quick list of cute head-canons to inspire you with, featuring The Chocobros and guest star Ravus.

Enjoy.

Ignis Scientia

  • Has three separate YouTube channels to accommodate his many talents, because Ignis refuses to be the type of man who would give cooking advice to the youth of Lucis and not teach first time moms how to knit their children pink and purple booties.
  • From his most popular to least popular channels: Cooking With Ignis, Knit One Purl Two, and The Fundamentals of Cosmogony
  • Do not be fooled, this man knows how to garter stitch and will make sure you know how to in ten minutes or less or his name isn’t Ignis Scientia. 
  • He posts videos once per channel, three times a week at the exact same time, and there are no vacations for this man - he is committed to making himself a part of your daily routine. 
  • Food puns.
  • His Cosmogony videos are much like your college classes, however, can your Professor summon fire and explain complicated mechanics with only a moogle and a chocobo finger puppet before an array of elaborate backgrounds? Think about that. 
  • He’s come up with new recipes mid-video before and all of his viewers love it.
  • He’s the third most subscribed YouTuber. 

Ravus Nox Fleuret

  • Do you know what fucking Flower Power is, my friend? Well, you do now, because Ravus dishes those details with finesse and bad words and he does not give a shit if you care about the behavior of the Brahma Kamal in the wild or not. 
  • This boy loves him some flowers, he is downright obsessed with their beauty, meaning, and whether or not they have the properties to kill you.
  • His YouTube channel is called Petal To The Metal and he hates it; the only reason he kept the name is because he couldn’t think of a more clever one and because Ignis was the one who decided on the line. Who can deny that pretty face?
  • However, it does apply, because he is not your everyday botanist - no. He’ll let you know every gorgeous detail about a bloom and then explain how it can be used to poison your party guests when they next come over for tea. 
  • He does not hate your hate comments, in fact, he’ll post them all over social media (username included) and proceed to roast you on livestream with the rest of his fans.
  • He’s the second most subscribed YouTuber of the group because he’s super hot and appeals to your inner petty bitch. 

Prompto Argentum

  • Have you ever wanted to be a film star? Prompto doesn’t, but he’ll sure as hell film your next three music videos for a heck of a deal. His channel is all about making movies, short films, live comics, and taking you for a spin behind the scenes of the small screen - he’s not famous yet, folks.
  • His favorite things to film are his friends and he’s super into vlogging, known to interview everyone when they’re hanging out, especially Ignis. You and everyone else knows he’s got a thing for the master of all. 
  • Prompto reads every single comment - EVERY single one, and he makes the time to reply when he can. He likes to be close to his fans. 
  • His YouTube channel is called Through The Lens and it’s classic, cozy, and only a little gay when the boys are around. 
  • Sometimes, he likes to make personal vlogs by himself to talk to his subscribers about his fears and anxiety; he gets a lot of peace from their good feedback.
  • He’s only filmed one horror video - it didn’t end well. 
  • He’d the top most subscribed YouTuber; everyone LOVES Prompto.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • Just your average Let’s Player, folks. Noctis’ channel is full of Grade B gaming runs and Grade A hilarity.
  • Not very original, his YouTube is called kingdreamy247 - for any of you that don’t know, it’s also his PSN username - and he wreaks havoc upon the gaming community with his absolute favorite series - Assassin’s Creed.
  • He dies a lot, so expect most playthroughs to be three times longer than you would expect, and for the word ‘FUCK’ to be said in succession multiple times per video. 
  • Never fear, his content does not end there, for he is an absolute sucker for review videos - from games to gear, he’s got you covered if you ever want to know which brand is the best in his book.
  • He LOVES opening your fanmail and will make the biggest deal out of fanart given to him, posting it up on his wall every time he gets a new piece. His father - the true King Dreamy - does not really approve of so much mail coming into the Citadel, but so long as it’s checked for any threat, he lets it go. 
  • His only special guest has always been Prompto. 
  • He’s down low on the Most Subscribed list; he doesn’t talk about it.

Gladiolus Amicitia

  • Are you ready for a walk on the wild side? Ever wanted to rough it in the wild but unsure if you would actually survive? Well, don’t you worry your pretty head, because the big guy has got your back and he’ll show you how to with or without a shirt.
  • Cup Noodle is the name of the channel and he really doesn’t give a fuck if you question it, because first of all, Cup Noodles are the best thing in the world and he doesn’t need your opinion on how to properly name a YouTube channel that actually correlates with the topic.
  • Posting twice a week, Gladio will take you straight to camp with his informative videos: Knots for Dummies, or a fan favorite, How to Prepare a Survival Cup Noodle Pts. I-VI.
  • The big guy doesn’t accept fanmail or gifts of any sort, but he does accept phone numbers, ladies.
  • Be sure to check out a new series addition to his channel: Braving the Beasts, an inside look to handling threats in the great outdoors - coming to you later this year, if he feels like going through with it. 
  • He’d be higher on the Most Subscribed list if he didn’t take so many vacations from the internet. Still, he’s somehow higher on the scale than Noctis.

anonymous asked:

this weirdo co worker just told my friend to "wait 30 minutes until break" to use her inhaler like the fuck she cant breathe at all it takes like 15 seconds to use she will pass out AND DIE if she cant use it when she has to what the fuck

Had an issue like this at work last night. As I was passing self checkout I noticed the girl that runs them looked like shit. She was pale, looked like she had trouble breathing, and was holding the counter to keep herself upright. I asked her if she was okay and at first she wouldn’t say a “yes” or “no”, just that she needed “to settle and come down”.  I pressed it because I didn’t want her passing out all by herself there. I worked nearby but I wouldn’t be able to see her from where I’d be. She finally told me she had an asthma attack. One that was preventable! Apparently when she came in the day shift self checker was far behind on something they were doing(not sure what that is since I don’t do self check). So during her last hour on shift and during this girl’s first hour they were supposed to do it and were given a deadline that they HAD to be done within that hour. So she was running around like crazy trying to do the impossible and that ended up causing her asthma attack.

I kept checking on her through my shift and eventually told her she needed to tell our manager she needed to go home. It took extra hour and a half after that for them to finally allow her to go home since there was no one else to cover for her right away. That’s a long period of time for someone that just had an attack. Our managers can be great most of the time, but the one particular manager can be a bit of a drill sergeant and needs to realize that some people do have limitations. I know this manager probably felt bad about it afterwards, she does care, but she is too in the zone about getting things done promptly that she forgets that not everyone can get things done quickly. I know this manager is a good person, she’s just a bit of a hard ass when it comes to getting things done. She’s the one I talked to about my issue with the department manager and switching my department and she understood completely and brought it to HR’s attention right away. I’m upset with her, but I do know she probably isn’t blowing this off either. -Abby

anonymous asked:

Dads react to their s/o having a medical emergency - seizure, fainting, can't breathe....

[mod max… my heart… omg..]

☠ Robert - He just has a complete mental breakdown and is barely able to even call an ambulance. God, he can’t lose you. As he’s with you in the ambulance he’s a lot angrier than usual and much quicker to snap at anyone besides you. When you’re finally taken care of, he sits by your side, head in his hands, just thanking whatever god there is that you made it. He tells you not to scare him like that ever again.


👚Joseph - He’s running around frantically, praying to god that you’ll be okay while calling an ambulance and getting you whatever he thinks will make you feel at least a little better. When the ambulance finally comes he’s the one to rush you into it, jumping down before the paramedics can even move the cot and setting you inside. The whole way there he’s holding you (as much as he’s able to without interfering with the paramedics) and when you’re finally inside he nervously sits by your side, watching your every move. When it’s clear that you’re safe, he sobs and thanks God.


📕 Hugo - He’s smart, he’s calm, he’s collected, he knows what to do. He talks to you in a calm yet nurturing voice and holds your hand (if that won’t hurt you) while he’s on the phone with the ambulance, following the instructions given to him in order to keep you in best condition. The ambulance ride is calm and orderly, and as soon as you are stabilized, he holds you close. He still has the façade of being calm, but you can see a sheen of tears in his eyes.


🦇 Damien - He legitimately faints, and it’s actually Lucien who calls the ambulance for the both of you. When he wakes up, he frantically sits up and looks around, immediately moving to you even though he’s quite disoriented. When you make it to the hospital, he’s already writing 10-page-essays to whatever he thinks may have caused your ailment, and when you’re finally better, he cuddles into your side and falls asleep.


🎣 Brian - NOT TODAY, SATAN. He full-on just picks you up and sprints to the (fortunately close) hospital, somehow managing to get you into the most comfortable hospital “suite” in the entire hospital with a world-renowned doctor at your side in an instant. He’s just Brian. When you’re finally better, he laughs hardily and gives you a friendly clap on the back, almost injuring you again, before saying that, in all seriousness, he’s so glad that you’re okay.


⚾ Craig - Ohgodohgodohgod he knew that he shouldn’t have pushed you so hard during that exercise! In retrospect, the “thousand-ton wall of pain” wasn’t the best place to start. He calls an ambulance while tending to you as he would one of his fainted softball girls, doing his best to keep you as comfortable as possible until the ambulance arrives. He’s clearly shaken, but he does manage to keep his cool to an extent. When you’re finally in stable condition, he grins and tells you to take it easy for a bit.


☕ Mat - Calls an ambulance, makes you camomile tea if your condition allows you to drink it, and waits with you, holding your hand as tightly as he can without breaking it. He does his best to distract you with idle conversation and pop culture references, but it’s clear that he’s really tense. When the ambulance finally arrives and you’re stabilized, he’s laughing and crying tears of joy.

Super Sickness part two

I’m not sorry for this, I’m really not.

Part one here- https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/166454466013/super-sickness-part-one-more-super-pining-au-since

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Lance woke up with a choked off scream, memories of that huge purple spider crushing him and clicking its fangs at his neck. He panicked, still feeling crushed under its heavy weight, and thrashed weakly.

“Lance? Lance! Calm down! Keith, your tail, move your tail, it’s pinning him down.”

The weight removed itself from his chest and he bolted upright, scrambling away and coughing. He could still taste the blood on his tongue, still hear the screaming-

“Lance? Lance, sweetheart, look at me. Please. Focus on my voice, okay? You’re safe. You’re at home, in your apartment, and nobody here can or will hurt you.”

Lance wheezed, throat raw and aching, blinking back tears until he was being pulled into someone’s arms, a comforting gesture that was doubled as a second person embraced him from the back too, squeezing lightly.

He shuddered, going limp with the scent of juniberry tea and black coffee calming him down. He rested his head on something soft, his brain finally taking stock of what his body was trying to tell him as the shock of adrenaline faded.

He whimpered as his ribs cried out in protest from the coughing, sides stinging and bruises pulsing to match his fluttering heartbeat. His hands stung, and so did his knees and feet. His throat was dry and felt like a desert, tongue heavy and papery. He didn’t dare speak a word for fear of further pain, and tried to focus on breathing.

“Shh… you might have pulled a stitch. You aren’t fully healed yet. Can I check your bandages?”

He tensed. What bandages? How badly was he hurt? But he was tired of hurting… So he nodded tiredly, allowing gentle hands to unbutton his shirt and lightly poke and prod along his back and sides, smoothing over his bruises and scrapes.

“Hmm… you seem okay. There isn’t any fresh bleeding, so you might just ache from moving so quickly. Shiro, could you grab an ice pack from the fridge? Pidge brought one yesterday.”

Lance was finally registering his surroundings again, and cracked his eyes open as he was maneuvered into lying down on someone’s lap. His eyes met the concerned gaze of Allura, her hair falling over him in a curtain as she rested her own forehead against his with a sigh.

“I was afraid we’d lost you. The poison- The doctor said they didn’t know if the antidote would work, the venom wasn’t like any he’d ever seen. They tried everything until they finally said we had to take you home and hope you sweat out the rest by yourself. I was terrified. You were so cold the first few days, and then you started overheating and yelling in your sleep…”

Wet droplets splattered onto Lance’s cheeks, and he blankly realized that Allura was crying. For him? Ridiculous. Allura shouldn’t cry, she was too strong to cry over someone as weak as him. He lifted his hand and brushed her tears away, startling Allura. She laughed quietly and pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Thank you for caring. You’re too good to us, Lance.” She murmured, pulling back as Shiro approached, an ice pack and a glass of water in his hands.

Lance was soon drinking the liquid down greedily, Shiro pulling the cup back so he didn’t upset his stomach from ingesting the liquid so quickly.

Keith growled and clicked his tail blades together, upset at Lance having been moved away from him. “Calm down, Keith. You’ve had him for five days straight, let us have a turn.” Allura shot back at the grumpy dragon.

Lance choked, coughing and spluttering as Shiro immediately began patting his back to help him. “Lance? What’s wrong?”

“F-five days? I’ve been out for five days?! I was supposed to work this week! Iverson’s going to dock my pay if I don’t show up, and I told Shay I’d take the morning shift the same week-” He fell into another fit of coughing, trying to get to his feet but collapsing into Shiro’s arms from the strain of moving too soon.

“Shh, Lance, you can’t get up. Shay and Iverson have been told about you getting poisoned and Shay understands. Hunk volunteered to work at the cafè while you were sick.” Allura soothed, Keith nuzzling his way into the group hug, mainly to stop Lance from trying to get up again.

“… what about Iverson…?” Lance stared at Shiro, eyes wide. “What did Iverson say…?”

Shiro flinched. “He… well, he didn’t take it all that well? He basically fired you on the spot.” He didn’t say what the asshole had actually said, since Keith was angry enough and hearing about how Iverson had belittled Lance over something he couldn’t control, would probably get the dragon out for blood.

He’d have to settle for learning that Allura decked him after he called Lance worthless.

Speaking of Lance, he practically deflated at the news. “That job had the bigger paycheck, though barely… how am I gonna afford the rent now?”

Keith, who had slowly shifted back to human form, wriggled his way under Shiro’s arm. “Easy. Just move in with one of us! We all make pretty good money from our civilian jobs, and we get paid by the Hero Agency too.”

Lance blinked slowly. “But, I don’t want to be a bum around the house…” He felt Allura scoff into his neck from where she was hugging him from behind.

“For one thing, you wouldn’t be a bum. Secondly, I’m sure we’d all benefit from having you in the same apartment room. And third, you still have that job with Shay at the Crystal Café, so you’d still be earning money for yourself.” She said kindly, counting off of her fingers for Lance to see.

“But you can’t go anywhere until you feel better. So just relax and let us take care of you, okay?” Shiro said, Lance humming an affirmative as he slumped back comfortably.

“Who am I going to stay with though…?”

The innocent question was enough to instigate a glaring contest between his three crushes, though Lance was oblivious as he fell back asleep.

It took him a good three more days to break the fever though.

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Guess what.

There’s no third part.

There’s a third, entirely separate story after this.

And guess what it involves.

Pine tree chopping ;3

Hope you enjoyed! I dunno when the third story will be out, but hopefully you’ll get to read it soon! :3

Don’t Look Behind You - Part 3

Part one  / Part two 

Summary: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word count: 6777

A/N: Woot, woot surprise! Part 3 and also final part of this mini mini series that wasn’t supposed to be a series but oh well, here you go! I hope this part is okay, I worked on it all week whenever I had breaks and some time. Really. There’s no hot smut in this chapter and I’m sorry. I really don’t know about this chapter so maybe some feedbacks to help me cheer up? I have so much trouble writing recently it would light up my day… Also thanks to @maddie110201 who checked it and proofreaded it, you’re the best. This chapter got the inspiration from this song if you’re interested, and yes, some of the quote are lyrics from the song. Okay bye have a good reading!

Tags: @multilovee @rosecoloredshawn @iloveteenwolf24 @x-mitch-rapp-x @rememberstilinski @forevermieczyslaw @nerdyalienhybrid1987 @5sospoplikerock  @chloboww2001 @parislight (Tagged the ones interested in the two other parts sorry to bother if you’re not!)

Originally posted by assindeto-de-outono

Knock, knock

My hands came over my ears, staring at the front door from where I was hiding, behind the kitchen counter a little further, diagonally from the entrance, allowing me a good view from where I was.

“I know you can hear me, open up the door I only want to play a little…” His voice didn’t just ring on the other side of the door, the only barrier separating us, no. I could hear his voice in my head, feel it vibrate inside me and the bond that united us made it unbearable. Because the more his words resonated in me, the more they pierced my eardrums with their soft tone despite my hands placed on my ears, the more the desire to leave my hiding place, to open the door and let him take me became impossible to ignore.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do #7 with Gibbs? Thanks!

I was hoping someone would ask for that! Okay! Here you go! 


#7- Chasing Cars (Gibbs)

It was a day like any other. Birds chirped loudly as the sun shone through the windows. The girl slept peacefully for the first time in weeks, her mind finally at ease.

    Sixty-four days. That’s how long he had been gone.  Deployed overseas for an undercover mission that, due to security reasons, she had no knowledge of.  This was not the first time he had been recruited for a mission, but he had made sure it was his last. Not that it got any easier.  It never got easier.  The pattern repeated itself every time: He would be gone for months at a time doing god knows what, she would have problems being alone. It was a never-ending cycle and she hated it, not that she’d ever tell him so.  He knew how she felt about it. He could see it in her eyes every time they’d say goodbye.

    He had made his decision as soon as he was told his mission. “This is my last. I can’t keep leaving her.”  He told his commanding officer after the briefing session was through. It’d happened before, but he wasn’t lucky enough to come back to a family. His life was ruined all those years ago, when he couldn’t be home to protect his family, and in the blink of an eye they were gone. He wasn’t going to let that happen again. She was his second chance. His second chance at love. His second chance at having a family. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to stop it. Not again.

    She hadn’t told him. He’d been talking about it for months. Starting a family. They had tried, yes, but they had not yet seen any results. Well, he hadn’t. She found out a week after he left, but due to rules and guidelines, she couldn’t tell him.

    He gave her a ring before he left. He wanted to show his commitment. He loved her and she loved him. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to him.

It was a late night. He had just finished a case and she had just come back from a film festival. It was the first time they had been together for days; they had missed each other a lot. His question came during a quiet moment in the winning film from the festival. Her answer was a simple “Yes.” No one knew.

It was a cold December morning when he left her. Snow was falling around the base as they said their goodbyes. Their kisses tender, their hugs warm as they spent their last few moments together for who knows how long.  He wiped her tears, whispering quietly, reassuring her that things would be alright; their love was stronger than the miles that would be between them.

She watched as he boarded the plane, savoring her last glimpse of him before he disappeared from her.  He watched her out of the window as the plane left, watching the distance between them grow by the second. When the plane was out of sight, she broke down.  It didn’t matter how many times she had done it before, she was still hurt, watching the love of her life disappear, with no knowledge of when he would be home. That is if he came home.

Days blurred together. Ten… Fifteen… Twenty-seven… Thirty-six… Forty-five… Fifty-two. She was counting every passing day. Hoping. Waiting. Two months was quickly approaching. She sat by the phone, day in and day out, waiting to hear from him.  It was day sixty-three when she finally got the call. He would be coming home the next day.

That night, she slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.

Happy Friday ya’ll. My midterms are finally over and I can’t tell you how content I am right now. I feel like I can sleep again. It’s beautiful.

One problem: I still need to see Blade Runner. I’ve been so busy with school that I haven’t made the time.  BUT I will tell you that I know about the directing methods of Grotowski, Stanislavski, Brook, Brecht, and Artaud. Oh and let’s not forget that Absurdist theatre. I’d say that’s an accomplishment, my friends. 

I also found myself researching this former ballerina name Suzanne Farrell. If ya’ll look her up you’ll see the amazingness. She’s a little before my time but I don’t care. I love her lyricism and the futility in her movements. She takes her time and that’s something most people don’t do. We’re into getting things quick and easy and without quality. It’s annoying. 

I’ve realized that’s the kind of dancer I am. An adagio one. I like to take my time and discover things for myself. I’m not the best at allegro combinations. Like for reals don’t ask me to do fast-paced combinations lol. Those metaphorically and physically kill me.

I hope ya’ll have a great Friday where ever you are. Keep learning and discovering who you are. You are important. Oh and go vegan. It’s the best decision I ever made. Three years strong and I haven’t looked back.

P.S. if you want to see the directors methods here you go. Ya’ll might appreciate me in doing this lol. Although let me preface this: Artaud’s creeped me out the most. Don’t watch that late at night kids.


anonymous asked:

Which one: "Sleep is for the weak" or "Sleeping for a week"?

Okay see the thing is I do actually like to sleep once I finally settle down. But not tonight hahahahahahahah so sleep is for the weak.

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*drops off doodles of the kiddos*

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Her faith carried him with her.
He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif.
When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

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SECRET SESSIONS LONDON - MY STORY💕

13/10/17 (aka THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE)

okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.

The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.

Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.

Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.

We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.

Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).

Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.

Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…

I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.

okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).

As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.

WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!

Taylor,
Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.

Abbie x @taylorswift

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