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I’m With You (one-shot)


Chris Evans x Reader

I have a thing (like most in the marvel fandom), for the phrase “I’m with you till the end of the line”. So this is a little reimagine of that. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: fluffy, fluff, fluff. Angst(?) but not really.

Originally posted by emilyblunts

“Okay so August through January is filming for that movie” I point to the corresponding script, waiting for confirmation. He nods before I continue, “and then March through June is filming for that one” He nods his confirmation again. “And they’re both in Atlanta?” I question.

“No, first one is Atlanta, second one is Atlanta for the first few weeks and then we go to Europe for a while”

“Right, okay”

“God, it’s literally all year, I’m going to be gone all year” He buries his face in his hands and I can see his stress bubbling.

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Once again, I've done a thingy

So.. This happened. I don’t know what inspired me to write this (actually I do- it was a promt I saw about person A visiting Person B’s grave and person B dropping snow on A when they start to cry, but I don’t know who came up with it SO IM SOOOOOOOO SORRY DONT HATE ME!!!)
Also, if there are any mistakes I apologize as I’m NOT the best writer… I’d barley pass the bar for decent. But none the less I wrote this for @altisetsky because I’m obsessed with her blog and have no self control. Keep up the good work!!! Hope you enjoy❤️

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Yuri Plisetsky is not an emotional person. Angry and harsh, yes, but not emotional.
Breakups- you lost him.
Rude comments- you shouldn’t have been looking then.
Second place- he’d better work his ass off at practice!!
But it wasn’t until he hit the brick memorial to avoid hitting a dog in his brand new $895,000 car was when his world shattered, and Yuri Plisetsky genuinely sobbed.
Not because it was his new, expensive car that he spent years to save up for so when he finally got his license he could flaunt it, it was because his best friend- his boyfriend- was in the passenger seat minutes before and was now through the thick, glass windshield, seatbelt doing nothing to protect him. Blood was pouring from his mouth and head, and Yuri was unable to move his right arm and right leg, hip to toe. Ignoring the agonizing pain he was in, he still reached to call the police and cling to his now unconscious partner.

Otabek was dead within 8 seconds of the crash.

Of course Yuri blamed himself, despite his friends and Otabek’s family assuring him the avoiding the dog was the right thing, and Otabek would’ve done the same. But he didn’t care. He felt like shit. The two were in an argument and the last thing he said to Otabek was “I don’t care anymore! Just do what you want!” Then silence. Then the crash. He knew it was his fault. He stopped going to school. He stopped driving with people in the car. He stopped caring in general. He’d sit in his bed, watching static. But now after 4 months, he knew he had to begin healing. It wasn’t going to be easy. But it had to be done.
“Hey Beka. I brought you some r-roses.” Tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared at the tomb. It was a beautiful sight, Yuri and the Altin’s wanted only the best for the best. Thankfully they allowed him to be buried in St. Petersburg so Yuri would be close. It was a beautifully made stone, white marble with black veins. A rose with his name and dates was carved and his teddy bear, ice skates and his picture were leaned up against it in a glass box. It was the only grave on a hill, under a tree so his visitors would have privacy. It was a beautiful sight for a beautiful life.
Yuri leaned down on his knees, laid out the roses in his glass box and kissed the grave, despite the frost and freezing temperatures.
Otabek always love the winter.
“So, I don’t know if you saw but Mila drove herself and I around visiting your favorite places. She misses you too. Viktor and Katsudon miss you a lot too, believe it or not. We all do. And,”
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend the night like I usually do, but with the snow storm your mother called and begged me to stay in and come today, so I’m here now. I know how much you liked me being with you at night. And I know to get me back you would tickle me until I could sit up and kiss you, but as punishment I’d make you carry me around. Just like last winter. Oh, and I know how much you wanted to see that new superhero movie, so I bought you a ticket. And you can hold on to it.” He took the ticket out of his pocket and put it in the box. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s in the back. I know you hated sitting there, but I’d rather you have it than to not, because you were so e-xc-cited. Y-ou c-couldn’t w-ait.” Tears fell from his eyes, freezing in the snow. His cries turned into painful sobs. “And I’m sorry for c-crying, it’s j-ust isn’t t-the s-ame and its all my f-fault, I sh-ouldnt have y-elled, and it’s b-ecause of m-me you’re g-gone and I-”
Yuri was cut off by a pile of snow falling on his head.
Otabek never liked it when he cried.
He laughed around his loud sobs. “You got me again…”

anonymous asked:

Autistic people are often framed as having only a singular, heavily involved "special interest", or perhaps 2 or 3, to the absolute exclusion of anything else. While I know this is likely true for some, I can't imagine that every autistic person ever doesn't have multiple hobbies or interests pursued with varying degrees of engagement. The sense I get from the NT-written things I've encountered make autistic folk seem very one-dimensional. I'd like some help clearing this up, please!

This is one of those topics that hasn’t really been researched, as far as I can tell, so I’ll be sticking to my usual method of speaking for myself and inviting autistic followers to add their thoughts. I can in no way claim to speak for everyone, but am happy to share my perspective.

First off, let me explain how a special interest works for me with a simple metaphor: falling in love. When I first come across a new special interest, its eyes sparkle at me from across the room. I get a tiny taste of it, a fragment of information or a glimpse of a picture, and a spark flies, and a fuse lights, and a bomb of euphoria goes off in my head. This thing, this thing right here, is quite clearly the most amazing, important thing I’ve ever come across. This thing is frigging incredible, the best thing that’s ever happened, and the world needs to know.

I become obsessed. I gobble up information wherever I can find it. I learn everything there is to know as quickly as I possibly can. I become an expert on this thing in a remarkably short amount of time. This is LOVE, man. Well, more accurately, this is infatuation. Puppy love. That drug-like rush of chemicals in your brain when you feel you’ve found THE ONE. I talk about it constantly, much to the annoyance of those around me who just don’t quite understand why this thing, this one thing, is so amazingly great that I need to rant about it to the exclusion of everything else in the world. (Especially since they’ve heard it all before.) Just talking about it gives me a rush of euphoria. Sometimes I can see that those around me aren’t interested, but I just can’t stop. The words pour out of me, the excitement radiates off of me, I can’t be ignored, can’t be interrupted. This is like nothing that has ever happened before! Surely, if I can explain it well enough, everyone else will see, too, right? Right?

If you’ve never been in this kind of love, you might not have learned this lesson yet, but here it comes, folks: that kind of love doesn’t last. That euphoric high that results when your brain decides to take a bath in happy chemicals - it’s just physically impossible to sustain it. Eventually, the high, the firey passion, wears off. For me, this usually takes about a year. I’ve read and watched and learned everything I can about this thing. It’s been the center point of my life for a long time, the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. And one day, suddenly, it just… doesn’t hold the same appeal. It’s not that I don’t love it anymore! I will always love it. But the love changes. It becomes the old, familiar love that comes with time. You don’t get that high from being together anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy each other’s company. You no longer try to persuade the world that this one is the one, is the best thing ever. You no longer need to. This love just settles into the back of your mind, always there, always a comfort, always ready to give you a hug when you need it.

The expertise I’ve gained from all my intensive research, that stays. I will always know just about all there is to know about that thing (at least, all there was to know when I was researching it). I’ll always be able to call that knowledge to mind later on, when it’s useful. And I’ve developed quite the reputation for being a “know-it-all”. I always seem to have some random, obscure fact right on the tip of my tongue, and it’s usually debunking some common misconception that my friends would just as soon keep on having rather than feeling like they’re constantly under attack by that one girl who just HAS to know EVERYTHING.

But it doesn’t feel that way for me. A key difference I’ve noted in communication between autistic and allistic people, and the source of a large percentage of our miscommunications in life, is this: allistic people communicate to bond emotionally and to establish and display power and dominance or submission. Autistic people communicate to share information. When I correct someone, it’s because I know that if I was wrong, I would want to be given the correct information, so I could stop being wrong. But when an allistic person is corrected like that, they take it as an attack on their status, a display of power, and a denial of their feelings. The “golden rule” doesn’t always work. It’s a constant problem.

In any case, I have always been described as someone obsessive. Someone who finds one thing (although it’s often two, three, even four things at a time) and just obsessively learns everything about it and won’t shut up about it for months and months on end. And that really does seem to be true, in a sense. I have very extreme levels of interest. Either something is amazing and I need to know everything about it, or it just doesn’t catch my interest at all. There isn’t much in between.

On the other hand, due to all the many special interests I’ve had over my more than three decades of life, I have built up quite a broad range of interests. I never lost any of them. All of those things still interest me now, and when someone brings one of them up in conversation, I still get a spark of the old obsessiveness deep inside. As a result, I now seem to have a wide range of interests, some of which I’m overtly obsessive about, and others which I keep on file, ready to pull out whenever they’re needed. When I was young, that probably wasn’t the case. It’s likely that I may have been viewed as somewhat one-dimensional as a child, obsessed with just a few things and completely uncaring about everything else. (And when my parents, trying to make me act “normal”, tried separating me from my special interests, the pain was as crushing as being forced to leave your True Love because the rest of the world doesn’t want you to be together - and only made my obsession stronger.)

What I want you to understand is that I don’t see that as a negative thing in any way. An allistic person might see that narrow range of interests and think “oh the poor thing, it’s like she lives in a tiny world and is missing so much of life!” But from my perspective, it’s allistic people who are missing out. Allistic people never seem particularly interested in anything, not by my standards. From where I’m standing, it looks like allistics just drift through life, dabbling in a little of everything but never mastering anything, never finding any real interest, never getting any real, intense joy out of any of their hobbies. An allistic person might say to me, “Yeah, I do a little crocheting, but I’m not really that into it.” And in my mind, I’ll think… then why do it at all? How horribly unsatisfying must it be to go through your entire life, never falling in love with anything you do? Never feeling that euphoria that I get to experience over and over again every time I find a new interest?

Autistic and allistic brains are specialized differently. Allistic brains are best at navigating social rules and structures and internalizing broad strokes and large categories. They look at a table for the first time and think: “That’s a table.” And that’s pretty much as far as they go. They might spend a few seconds to note the material or color or overall condition of the table, but that’s it. 

Autistic brains are specialized in details. It means we have more information to process, all those details without any mechanism for discarding the ones that aren’t important, but it also means we get to see everything about something. I see that new table and I can get lost in tracing the patterns of the grain for hours on end. Sure, it takes me longer, but I get a lot more out of it, and I get a joy from that which allistic people just don’t seem to get.

It’s similar with our interests. Allistics have broad interests, dipping their toe into the shallow ends of a thousand different pools but never really diving in. Autistics have narrow but intense interests. We absorb every detail, and in doing so experience an intense and wonderful euphoria. Honestly, sometimes I feel sorry for all the allistic people in the world who never get to experience that. The poor things… ;)

-Mod Aira

For me, I can have both special interests and normal-level interests. Just because I have stuff that I really really love and am passionate about doesn’t mean I can’t also have other interests, that I’m not quite as passionate about but that I like to dabble in from times to times or as a part of my routine. I do not feel however the urge or will to research them in more depth. There is joy that I can derive from it, but there is not the same “drive” to pursue it. I’d say that’s the main difference between a regular interest and what we call a special interest: a drive to learn about it, talk about it, read about it, build projects about it, engage with it, that is much stronger. So one person can have one or a few special interests, but I’d say it’s not always to the exclusion of everything else.

I think the intensity of special interests, their “obsessiveness” and whether or not the person likes to engage with other subjects that their special interests depends a lot from one person to the next. My special interests sound less intense than what Aira is describing, and I may have more varied non-special interests. So really I’d say this is something that depends a lot from one person to the next.

I also want to add that just because someone has a narrow range of interests doesn’t mean they’re one-dimensional: I’ve seen a special interest described as a lense through which you understand the world. The world is large, and even if you have only one such “lense”, that’s a lot of things to discover with that unique point of view.

-Mod Cat

Sad Song-Michael Clifford

I heard this song and knew I had to put it in something…gotta love We The Kings…This is the Mikey version of the 4/4 where management makes you pr date one of the guys….so ya….enjoy!

You were in desperate need of new guitar picks. You were hopeless at being able to keep anything, honestly if your head wasn’t attached to your body you might loose it. You headed to your favorite music store, to get some new picks and see what new guitars they had. You were eyeing this Yamaha acoustic guitar, when you heard a familiar melody. Someone was playing on one of the pianos. It was “Sad Song” by We The Kings, one of your favorites…actually one you used to listen to quite often after you broke up with someone very special to you. Whoever was playing was good. Really good. You decided to find this mystery player. You headed to where the pianos, where a boy with longer blond hair in a red flannel shirt was playing. You were standing behind him, so you couldn’t see his face. But when he started singing, you instantly knew who this boy was.

“You and I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.

With you, I’m alive, Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He sang in a deep, raspy voice. Then he proceeded to sing the chorus.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

He continued to play, and the sight of this boy who used to mean so much of you pulled at your heart. He hadn’t noticed you were there, so it made it easy for you to join in on the next part.

“With you I fall. It’s like I’m leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall.

With you I’m a beautiful mess. It’s like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He didn’t stop playing, and you saw him smile even before he looked at you. He knew your voice just as well as you knew his, and would recognize it anywhere. You finished the rest of the song together.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

You’re the perfect melody, The only harmony I wanna hear.

You’re my favorite part of me,

With you standing next to me, I’ve got nothing to fear.”

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”

“Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.”

“Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

Despite the years apart, you still knew each other well, especially when it came to music. This was probably the best cover the two of you had ever done together. When you finished, there was applause filling the shop.

“Looks like the audience loves us Y/n” The blond boy said.

“They always have Michael” You smiled.

“How’ve you been? It’s been what?”

“Too long. I’m doing good. I’m guessing you are too, from the way your band has took off”

“Yes. It’s been amazing,”

“How are the guys?”

“They’re great. They’d love to see you…I’d like to spend some time with you too…”

“Michael-”

“Just dinner or something?”

“Sorry…I just can't…”

“Y/n…”

“Look Michael. It took me a long time to get over you…I understand why we had to break things off, I mean you had so many people expecting things from you, and management thought I’d be a distraction…but that doesn’t mean that years later, you can just walk into my life again Michael”

“I’m sorry…” Michael said, a pained expression on his face.

“I know Mikey” You said, tears in your eyes. “Take care of yourself ok?”

Before you could turn to go, he pulled your arm to bring you into a tight embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, wrapped in his arms. It felt so nice, brought back so many good memories. But then you pulled away, kissing his cheek.

“Bye Mikey”

“Bye Y/n”

Then you left the store, refusing to loo back. So much for the guitar picks.

…..

Later when you got home, you opened twitter, needing a distraction so you wouldn’t dwell on what just happened.

However the internet was cruel.

As soon as you opened the app you saw that you had gotten over 100 new followers. You were flattered, but knew something had to be up. Sure enough, all over your feed there was a video of you and Michael singing. There were even pictures of you guys hugging and you kissing his cheek. Of course this was all the 5sos fam was talking about.

Who is she?

Oh my gosh its Y/n! Remember when they used to date?

So cute!

Think they’re back together?

These were some of many comments you read. Weird how some fans literally knew everything, you just hoped they were just really old fans who were there from the beginning.

So that was why so many people were following you, and why you were tagged by all these people.

So much for forgetting what happened. You turned off your phone and decided to call it a night, even if it was only 8. You didn’t want to deal with anything now.

…..

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You weren’t able to resist last night, and scrolled though everything everyone was saying about you, luckily mostly nice things.

“Hello?” You said groggily. You looked at the clock. 7:30. Who calls so early?

“Miss Y/n?”

“Yes…who is this?”

“My name is Joan. I’m part of the 5sos management?”

This woke you up.

“What? Um…what do you guys want with me?”

“We’d like you to come down and meet with us. We’ll send you the address. Be here in one hour. Believe me, you should come” Then she hung up.

What the hell? Sure enough you received a text message with an address seconds later.

Feeling as though you had no choice, you quickly got dressed and headed down to meet with that goddamn management that you still couldn’t bring yourself to particularly like.

…..

The address was one of those fancy hotels that held a lot of business meetings. Sure enough, the room given to you was a conference room. There was a lady already there, who you were assuming was Joan, and another man you didn’t recognize. Of course management would change, maybe this was a good thing.

“Y/n. So glad you could make it. I’m Joan.” Joan said, standing up to shake your hand then leading you to the table.

“Hello. My name is Mark.” The man shook your hand.

“Hi…so what is this about?” You asked.

“All will be explained in just a bit Y/n. We’re waiting on one more person” Mark smiled.

“Yes and in the meantime, tell us about your former relationship with Michael?” Joan asked calmly, as if she was asking about the weather and not something very personal.

“Me and Michael? Um…we dated for about a year. Then his band started to take off. And people not to different from you thought it would be a good idea for us to break things off. End of story”

Before they could answer, the door burst open and Michael came running in.

“Sorry I’m late! I was-Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’m waiting to find out”

“Michael. Finally. Aright now that we have the both of you together, I’ll get straight to the point. We want the both of you to date”

“Isn’t that our decision” You said while Michael said “Woah”

“For PR purposes of course. We don’t expect you guys to be in a committed relationship based off our request. Listen it will be great for the  both of you. You both used to date before, so news of you guys getting back together will be huge. Already, those pictures from yesterday are all over the place. It will give you both some positive attention. Y/n, you are releasing an album soon are you not? This could give you the perfect opportunity to  gets some publicity-”

“Wait, you’re trying to bribe her? That’s ridiculous! I mean she’d-” Michael practically yelled, but you interrupted him.

“Might just agree. I’m not as famous as you Mikey, and my music is going well, but any attention is kind of needed right now…”

“Very good Y/n-” You also cut Joan off

“Of course I would need to know what exactly this whole “PR relationship” entitle? What do you expect us to do?“

"Everything will be set up of course. Paparazzi sent to the restaurant, they take a few photos. Then of course you guys post some things on social media, make it seem as though you guys are dating. That’s really all there is to it” Mark said.

“So do we have an agreement?” Joan added

You looked at Michael.

“You’re not actually considering this are you?” Michael asked you, completely frazzled.

“Well you wanted to do dinner right? And how bad could it be? I really need this Mikey…”

Michael sighed. “Fine. For you.”

You gave him a hug and he held you tightly.

“Alright. We’ll let you guys know the time and place of your guy’s 'first date’” Joan smiled, seeming pleased.

…..

“Laser tag?” You asked Michael. When they said date, you expected dinner, maybe even a movie, but laser tag? That was the last thing you’d think of

“They may have gave me a say into what we do…” Michael grinned

“You don’t say?” You laughed

“Alright, ready for some fun?” Michael asked while buckling you into one of those heavy jackets.

“I don’t know, ready to get your ass kicked?” You teased

“You wish” Michael said, giving you a wink.

Several hours later, he had two games on you. You couldn’t believe this. And of course, Michael didn’t let you forget it.

“Not so easy to beat am I?” Michael laughed.

“Whatever Mikey…fuck you”

“Why so salty?”

“Shut up. You won, got it. End of story, may we move on?”

“Well I won, so I get a prize don’t I?”

“Prize? What on earth could you-”

You were interrupted when he suddenly smashed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him as he continued to kiss you so tenderly and passionately…

“That” He said when you both had pulled away. “I think that’s reward enough. I’m starved, you want some pizza?”

You just smiled, grabbing his hand, as you headed towards the food court.

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Author’s Note: That was long and ended terribly, I’m sorry. Nevertheless hope you liked it!! -Lydia

anonymous asked:

[Same person as before] Besides motivation, character introduction is evil. I love making characters but I really struggle with introducing a lot of characters in a short space of time to help carry on the pace so the reader doesn't feel like they're stuck in a ditch with the book but it's really hard to do. I've worked out one solution to ramp up the pace slowly to let me introduce the characters but it's really situational and can't be used much. Any MORE tips? (sorry for the long message(s))

Welcome back. :)

Introducing characters is definitely another common struggle for writers. Each character and circumstance is different, so there’s never really going to be a one-size-fits-all answer, but let’s talk about a few general things that might help.

1. Don’t Change the Pace to Fit the Character: If you have a lot action going on in the story at the moment that you need a new character to enter the picture, you don’t necessarily have to slow down or speed up in order to accommodate the moment. For example, if your main character is being attacked by flying monkeys and someone steps in to protect them, it’s probably not the correct time to give a detailed description of their appearance. Introduce them through action first. After the present situation is dealt with, you now have the perfect opportunity to seize them up with a quick:

 “Soandso took a deep breath, staring in disbelief at the monkey corpses that now littered the ground. The man sheathed his sword, and she took advantage of the relative calm to assess him.”

Now you have time for a proper introduction, and the monkey corpses are there as a great conversation piece, too.

2. Using Character Arcs: Remember that most of your developed or important characters should have their own arcs. It doesn’t have to be as detailed and extensive as the main character’s of course, but the thing to keep in mind is that they should certainly have their own objective that they are trying to reach or accomplish, and that will motivate their actions- and with motivated actions comes story. I once read that the story begins long before the first page and continues long after the last. If you need to, it can sometimes help to map out where each of your characters are at a given time, before they even first meet, and track the events that lead them into being in the same place at the same time. That will also give you an idea of what’s on their minds at the time of their meeting. 

For example, if Character A is training to build robots, and Character B is a rebel who wants robots to be free, they each have motivations to be at a factory that builds robots- and it will probably make for a rather explosive first meeting.

3. Introduce Them With a Purpose In Mind: When you bring a new character into a story, make sure they have something to do. If there is no point to them being there at that specific moment, then they are just going to be confusing for readers. Introducing a character puts the spotlight on them, and if there is nothing to see, it tends to make for a distasteful first impression. In other words, if Steven is in chapter one but doesn’t do anything interesting or have a purpose until chapter three, people are going to get sick of Steven real fast. “Eff off, Steven”, they’ll say. “We don’t need you here. You contribute nothing.” Don’t do that to Steven.

Even if your character has history with the MC, that is still something that can be mentioned later. You don’t need three chapters of “we’re bestest friends” to establish a childhood friend. They can knock on the door later and have the MC narrate “I opened the door to my oldest friend Steven”. The only problem with waiting to introduce a character with history for a million years and then mentioning at the end of the first novel “btw my bestest buddy Steven will be arriving next book.”

4. Give a Quick Insight Into Their Personality: … But don’t give it all away right their. If they’re funny, start with a funny quip or cheesy line. If they’re stoic, you can mention their closed attitude or stony gaze. If they are charming, by all means, bring up the dreamy smile for second. But don’t give their entire Backstory right there just to get the audience invested in them immediately. That’s like going on a first date and bringing your diary from 5th grade to present so you can whip it out when they inevitably say “so tell me about yourself.” It’s a little much, a little soon, and a lot disorienting. 

5. Have Some Perspective: Think about your protagonist, the point of view, and the setting. At this time, and in this place, what is your protagonist going to notice right away about this new character? This can give you an immediate insight into their personality. If they are young, if they are old, whether they have dyed hair or tattoos, what they’re wearing- again, you don’t need to go into details if they aren’t significant. But think about the kinds of things that would stand out, and whether or not they would reveal anything about this person that needs to be known.

Additionally:

1. Keep in mind that first impressions for characters are just as important as first impressions in real life. They set the standard for how your character is going to be perceived henceforth. Keep that in mind when thinking about how exactly you want your audience to think about your character.

2. If you are still having trouble with introductions, re-read or re-watch some of your favorite books and movies, or think back to your favorite introductions or characters and think about how they were introduced. Was it memorable? How so? Did you enjoy it or was it rather boring? What made it so?

Introducing in Groups:

Sometimes it’s necessary to introduce characters in groups of well, more than one. That’s not ideal, since introductions are your first chance to bring attention to these new guys, but it happens sometimes. In that case, pick your moments and pick your details. 

Assign yourself a certain number of sentences per each- well, not literally, but take some key indicators to mind. Give each character 

1) a physical observation that the protagonist might notice, i.e., “she tied back her long brown hair”, and then

 2) a telling action, “she snapped her fingers, and a flame appeared in the palm of her hand”, and 

3)  a telling piece of dialogue, like “Get out from behind that dumpster, you epic loser.” 

(It doesn’t have to be in that order, and don’t do each piece at once for each character if you can help it- rotate them around, or else your going to introduce them and then have them disappear for the rest of that scene, whereas spacing out the details maintains a presence)

If you include those key moments for each character while the action is going on, your reader can get some clear details that provides a basic sense of each new person- in this case, she has long brown hair, conjures fire, and is a little rude and bold.

Thank you for your wonderful questions. These are definitely some great questions that I think are pretty universal. I hope this helps!

~Penemue

Missed Call

Drabble game request: Jin + “Come over here and make me.” + Roommate AU | for anon(s)

Character / Genre: Seokjin x reader | Roommate!au, friends to lovers!au, fluff | 2,300 words (idk how it got this long, I’m sorry)

Warning: Extremely cheesy. Prepare to cringe.


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anonymous asked:

I can't wait for Dean to enter the amnesia phase! Dean and Cas formed a strangely intense relationship from the beginning and I wonder how Sam's gonna describe Cas.

Aaaah it’s now almost certain that that line from the last Shaving People Punting Things promo was from 12x11 - the “my name is Dean Winchester, blah blah Sam and Mary, a-and Cas- Castiel is my *wibble* best friend” line that nearly killed us all even completely out of context. Since there was 2 episodes between us and it I was trying not to get too excited I was trying not to pin my hopes on it being exactly what it sounded, but without rewatching the promo I think 12x11 may be the only episode left in it that we’ve yet to see stuff from. It’s also always kinda been the logical episode to have Dean reminding himself of who his nearest and dearest are but there you go, this is my 3rd year of watching with fandom, I’ve learned not to trust promos as far as I can throw them :P

There’s this post from last night squeeing about the line here:

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/156999800760/nerdylittleshit-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i-just

And now I’m just enjoying the detail that Sam will almost certainly be responsible both times for using the word “friend” to describe Benjamin & his vessel and Cas and Dean… Like, in 12x10 there was one of those weighty pauses where everyone immediately thinks “…oh. They were in love” and then someone goes and uses “friend” - we’re not exactly unfamiliar with that sort of pause when it comes to Dean n Cas stuff, either… 

I do think Sam’s maybe a bit more certain about misdiagnosing Dean and Cas as BFFs because he’s had way more time to think about it than trying to work out the correct word for - well, *I’m* not sure about the correct relationship description for an angel and its vessel and I’ve been thinking about it all week :P - so it will seem more natural to him to call Cas that. So I won’t be too bummed if Sam is really chill about the concept, because as much as we talk about shipper!Sam, and he’s used as the punchline of a LOT of jokes about Dean n Cas’s behaviour throughout the years to sell it that they’re old-married-couple arguing, that is kind of a trick for the viewers at home to be in on, not necessarily a comment that Sam ACTUALLY thinks that. I mean, he probably still thinks Dean is STRAIGHT can you IMAGINE. 

I don’t think this episode is gonna expose Bi!Dean but like with 10x12, going back with Dean into his past was used as the most overt exploration of Dean vs repression and how the whole performing!Dean thing worked, and gave us the cipher of the cake which got way more mileage than we expected, because season 10 actually was fairly good at breaking Dean down for us, though I think the way season 11 and 12 have been putting him back together is far more enjoyable watching… Anyway, this is a great second chance to take a crack at what 10x12 started, and to make Dean well and truly vulnerable. They were comparing the episode to Yellow Fever, of which I have written a whole bunch as part of my wide-ranging “Still not over the Siren Episode” series of metas: 

http://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/151056070938/shower-thoughts-harping-on-season-4-because-being

The main point I guess being the one about how it intentionally turned Dean inside out in front of Sam to make him look extremely vulnerable. In front of season 4 Sam, whose entire arc was built around feeling strong - and specifically stronger than Dean - and falling down the rabbit hole based on those feelings - those 2 episodes are really bad for Sam’s perception of Dean in that immediate moment because they’re stepping stones to make Sam think Dean’s not just lost his edge but is completely incapable of stopping the apocalypse and Sam is the only one strong enough to do it. Aka, Sam is in the worst place in the world to benefit with positive lessons from watching Dean get turned inside out in front of him. In 10x12, again Sam is all caught up in saving Dean, even so far as wondering if abruptly having to deal with having an extremely mouthy little brother until he grows back up into an extremely mouthy adult at the normal speed these things happen, was actually preferable to Dean with the Mark. Again, he’s on a descent arc that again plays off him being, well, the responsible adult, because that episode wasn’t a metaphor for the wider picture or anything :P - the burden of saving Dean from the Mark is a distraction and a weight on him and the whole Taylor Swift moment at the end shows how he’s not learned anything about Dean from the experience, and in the wider picture, carries on down his path and trying to save Dean his way (when Dean seems to have given up shortly after), so Sam is basically left to make the decision about how to save Dean on his own (and his isolated thinking is highlighted by deliberately leaving Cas out of the decision making process even though they’d seemed to be on the same page for a while). 

Anyway! In season 12 guess what we have another Winchester off making the bad decisions! Sam and Dean are freeeeeee (and, uh, should probably be concerned about what their mom is doing but that’s a problem for another episode :P) - since the middle of season 11 Sam hasn’t had the sort of burden on him that he’s carried on and off for most of the show (seriously, like, the last quarter of season 7 is the only other time I can think of Sam didn’t have a Thing outside of just being along for the ride with the main plot) - Sam can be concerned about Dean, but since the start of season 12 he ALSO doesn’t have anything wrong with him, internally or externally, and so they’re kind of in a healing and growth stage (this has been also achieved by letting Cas have all the awful happen to him >.>) Anyway, all that means that now we get one of those episodes that emotionally eviscerates Dean, in front of Sam, and Sam doesn’t have any roadblock to understanding and learning about Dean except for all the emotional walls Dean’s put up to keep him out that will baffle Sam with their absence (the sneak peek scene shows Sam missing a ton of really huge neon flags that we can see from miles off because we know Dean from this outside perspective Sam has not got the luxury of) or reasons Sam will be too distracted or take developments completely the wrong way to actually genuinely understand what Dean is going through and what these things mean… 

He’s going from a standing start though, so I expect he’s going to catch maybe like 1/10th or less of all the things we might be able to explain about Dean, but even so :P 

… Anyway all’s that to say is that Sam is going to probably write down a list of everyone Dean absolutely has to remember: Himself - brother, Mary - mom, Castiel - best friend, and leave Dean with it. And then we get DEAN’S delivery on that line which we have very hopefully already heard for ourselves (or we have wasted a lot of ink on this :P) and Deana stumbles over the concept of “Castiel - best friend” with all that stammering and wobbling voice that we’ve heard. And there’s going to be the difference in how Sam describes Cas and how Dean thinks of him, or is confused about how he’s supposed to apparently think of him :’D

AOS 4x12:  AKA FANDOM DOWN...I REPEAT THE FANDOM IS DOWN!

So….that happened.  How are we doing!  I for one am freaking out.  Lots of theories coming into play here including one that is very near and dear to my heart.  

My ask box is blowing up and I think we are going to break the record of 70 post Singularity easily.  So bear with me as I go tomorrow.  I will combine where I can and will get to them all.

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Love Letters for the Signs
  • Aries:
  • do you remember that time that we went to the river and everyone was jumping off the edge of the bank and we argued for ten minutes about who was going to go first because you wanted to and i said that i did too well i was actually terrified but i wanted to go first and make sure it was safe for you because you mean everything to me
  • Taurus:
  • i forgot to eat today i forgot to eat today and yesterday and im sitting on my bed wondering why i can't remember to feed myself and i realised it's because you're not here and i miss you and i know that i should learn to take care of myself but im afraid that if i do you'll never need to come back so please come back before i starve
  • Gemini:
  • i used to hate the way that you made me yell down the stairs after i made a loud noise to let you know that i was okay and sometimes i'd yell as soon as I dropped the laptop/desk drawer/picture frame to beat you to the shouting bit but for the last thirty minutes I've been sporadically dropping all of my book down the stairs hoping you'll call up because i want to hear your voice
  • Cancer:
  • there's a sound that you make that i try to avoid at all costs because the first time that I heard it i froze i froze inside of it and i let it's beautiful anguish swaddle me until i was sure that i would drown inside you and that was okay but i swore that if i survived i would never make you sad and i survived so please love me back
  • leo:
  • i've never been able to understand the way that you look at me like you are going to swallow me whole between sips of your coffee so sometimes/always i try to remind you that i'm poisonous and i always try to remind you that i'm defective and you always kiss me hard in the middle of my forehead and i think that's why i'll never stop loving you
  • virgo:
  • let's make a bet that in ten years i'll still be sleeping next to you every night and if you win and i'm not sleeping next to you every night then you get to break into my tastefully large and likely extremely expensive house and curl up beside me because you know i still save the left side of the bed for you and if i win and i'm still sleeping next to you every night then we'll call it even because i already have everything i've ever wanted
  • Libra:
  • every time that you touch me i feel my skin go translucent under your finger tips and i remember what it is like to feel skin against my skin and i know that you can see right through me and i know that you know what I'm thinking but it doesn't really matter because i felt your skin against my skin and i know that nothing will feel real until you touch me again
  • Scorpio:
  • the last time that i saw you was in a dream and for some reason i thought that if i could talk to dream you then maybe dream you could give real you a message from me and i was just wondering if it worked and if it did then why haven't i heard from you so just in case it didn't work i told dream you to tell real you that i haven't forgotten us
  • Sagittarius:
  • have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met do you think that we would be okay like do you think that we would find happiness without each other because i was thinking about it and i think that i would still feel like something was missing even if i didn't know that it was my most important something
  • Capricorn:
  • So I'm sitting on the curb nursing another twisted knee and i realise that even though i know that you could leave me broken i will still follow you to the ends of the earth and through every stitched cut and relocated shoulder that would have never been dislocated if we had just stayed on the path like i had suggested i'll remember our first night when you taught me to nurse my wounds and fade old scars and it will be worth it
  • Aquarius:
  • sometimes i wish that i could burrow through your iris to the part of your skull where you feel all of the secrets and regrets slowly spilling into the stomach acid that you pretend you aren't choking on and i'm hoping that you'll find relief if i take some of the pressure but you have to let me in because i promise your demons don't scare me
  • Pisces:
  • you've always made the decisions when it comes to what we are going to eat or who's bed we're going to sleep in and i guess it's because i'm never really sure of anything and sometimes i'm afraid of what might happen if i make the wrong choice but with you i feel safe and i want you to know that even though i'm never really sure of anything i'm completely sure of this so maybe just trust me this time
Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
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Cyber Love | Swanchester AU: Emma and Henry have been living their new cursed lives in New York for six months. Henry grows worried about his mom’s love life. Without her knowing, he creates a dating profile for her. When she gets matched with Dean Winchester, Henry sets up a face-to-face date for the pair.

“Macaroni and cheese tonight, or pizza?” Emma asked, making sure the crosswalk was clear before they crossed the street. “I figured I could whip up a big pan of those big twisty noodles you like and bake it with some crumbs on top.”

She waited for a response, but none came.

“Or… we could pick up a pie from Royal Pizza and pig out in front of a movie.”

Silence. She could almost hear the imaginary crickets chirping.

“Or I can make some chimera for dinner. That’s one part lion, one part serpent, and one part goat,” she said facetiously, finally looking over her shoulder to face her son and see what had captivated his attention so fully.

Henry shook his head, his eyes still glued to the screen on his phone as he followed her. “I’m listening to you. Mac and cheese.”

Emma slowed down her pace, wrapping her arm around Henry as they continued down the sidewalk. She sighed. “Ya’know kid, we had an agreement when I got you that phone. That you wouldn’t spend all your free time on it and when someone’s speaking to you, you look up.”

“I know, mom,” he replied, finally looking up to meet her gaze. “But it’s a, uh… a project.”

“For school?” Henry hesitated; Emma knew what that meant. “What kind of project?”

He reluctantly handed his phone to his mother. “Before you get mad and yell at me, just hear me out. I’m worried about you, mom.”

“Worried about me?” Emma’s brow creased at her son’s words as they stopped in front of their apartment building’s gate. Finally, she looked down at the screen.

A picture of her.

A few months prior, the mother of one of Henry’s school friends was taking a photography class and asked the pair to volunteer as models. One of the pictures of just Emma was on her son’s phone screen. She scrolled down and began to read the description under the photo.

“Emma Swan. Age: 30 years old. Location: Manhattan, New York, United States. Seeking: Men – wait a minute. Is this a dating site?” Emma asked, shooting her head up toward her son. “Henry, why would you – do you know how dangerous it is to put private information out on the web? We went over this when you got your computer.”

“I know, mom! But you need a boyfriend. You haven’t dated anyone in years.

Emma sighed, shaking her head as she unlocked the gate and continued toward the building. “First of all, I don’t need a boyfriend. Second, it is neither your job nor your responsibility to worry about my love life. It is not another one of your clever operations that you –“ Henry cringed slightly; Emma groaned. “Oh, you’ve already given it a name, haven’t you?”

“Operation Swan Match,” he said proudly, following his mother as they walked up the stairs. “Come on, mom. You don’t even go out on dates any more. I thought something was going to happen with that Walsh guy when we first moved here, but you pushed him away. You didn’t even give him a chance.”

Emma swallowed. Truth was, she had given him a chance. They’d gone out to lunch, but that’d been as far as it went. Something just didn’t feel right, and Emma had learned a long time ago to trust her gut. She cleared her throat. “I have certain standards, kid. And there’s no shame in that.”

Henry shook his head. “Just give this a shot. Look,” he took the phone from her and scrolled through the site, “I already found this guy who scored a 95% on the personality match. He’s from Kansas, but he travels a lot.”

He handed the phone back to Emma and she gave it a look. “Impala67? What a cheesy username,” she said with a scoff, unlocking their apartment door.

Henry chuckled. “Yours is YellowBug83.”

“Oh,” Emma said, embarrassed. She continued to scroll down his profile. “Dean Winchester. Thirty-five years old.”

“What do you think of his picture?”

Emma scrolled back up and looked at it closer. She shrugged. “He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. A little too blue steel for my taste, but still.”

“What’s blue steel?”

Emma chuckled. “It’s from a movie you’re too young to see yet.”

Henry grinned. “So you like him? Good! Because I already contacted him and he’ll be in town tomorrow with his brother to work on a job.”

“Henry! That’s incredibly dangerous and not to mention a mild form of identity theft. What if this guy is married or stores bodies in his freezer? I’m just not comfortable with the whole online thing.”

“That’s why you’re meeting him this weekend,” Henry said with a satisfied smile. “It’s dinner at that Ostria restaurant tomorrow. I’ve already made plans to spend the night at Tim’s, but I require updates to make sure that you’re safe.”

Emma exhaled deeply as she looked down at the phone screen, and then up at her son. “Fine. But if he turns out to be crazy, you’re grounded. Now, can we get started on dinner already? I’m starving.”

———————-

“So, this woman thinks her cat is possessed by a demon,” Sam started, reading through the paper in his hands as he took a sip of his coffee, “because she’s avoiding her, giving her mean glares, and making demonic hissing noises in the middle of the night. That’s the case? That’s why we’re in Manhattan?” he asked his brother, sitting in the seat across from him.

“Mm-hmm,” Dean replied, holding his burger in one hand and his phone in the other.

Sam shook his head, taking another bite of his salad. “Sounds like a regular cat to me. Besides, since when did we start exorcising pets?”

Dean didn’t reply. His phone beeped; the third time in five minutes.

“Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?”

Dean shrugged. “Just, uh, ya’know, those alert thingys.”

“For what?” Sam asked, creasing his brow.

Throwing his phone on the table, Dean sighed. “Uh, ya’know. Monster stuff.” Sam nodded unconvinced, then reached across the table and snatched his phone. “Woah, hey, come on! No, give it back!”

“Wa-what?” Sam asked, acting innocent. “Why?”

“Because privacy… and stuff.”

“Oh, privacy,” Sam said with a chuckle. He looked down at the screen, his mouth falling. It was the last thing he ever imagined. “You’re on a dating site?”

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, his lips narrowed in a line. Finally, he rose his hands in surrender. “You know what, yeah. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Sam scrolled through his profile, then laughed. “Nice screen name Dean. Impala67,” he said in a deep voice, mimicking his brother.

“Alright, give it back. Come on.”

Sam continued to look through the site. He clicked on the conversation he was in, “Emma, huh? There are quite a few messages here. They sound pretty serious.”

A defeated sigh left Dean’s lungs as he finally dropped trying to hide it from Sam. He smiled, “Yeah, check out her page.”

Sam opened up her profile. “Wow. She’s actually really pretty. And, well… normal.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

“I guess I was just expecting, um… less clothes.”

Dean chuckled, which surprised Sam. Dean didn’t always take dating seriously; his outings with women usually ended when he either ran out of ones or drove off after a night in the sack. The older brother took another sip of his beer before he continued, “Well, that’s how it started. But then I got paired with yellowbug83 and we scored a 95% on the personality match.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah but that doesn’t exactly count if you use fake information –“ Dean’s brow creased. “Wait, you actually used real answers for this thing? And not just answers that would pair you with as many loose and freaky women as possible?”

“No – but that’s not a bad idea. I should have thought about that.”

Sam shook his head, going back to the phone in his hand to scroll through the woman’s profile. “She actually seems really awesome. Maybe… too awesome?”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. It’s too good to be true for a woman like this to be available.”

Dean scoffed. “I’m sorry, is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded American female could be interested in someone like me?”

“You realize there’s no guarantee that Emma,” he used air quotes, “is even Emma. I mean, for all we know it could be some Canadian trucker or 70 year old witch disguised as a model look alike. She probably doesn’t even live –“ he looked back down at her profile, rereading where she was located. “Wait a minute, she lives in Manhattan. Emma is the demon cat, isn’t she? We detoured four hours so you could get laid?”

Dean cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat a little. “I don’t know, uh - hopefully. I mean, we’re gonna go out to dinner tomorrow night at some fancy restaurant. Which reminds me, I need to get the fed suit out of the back and hang it up.”

“Woah, fancy restaurant? Suit? This sounds like a real date.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, wondering where the confusion was. “You know, I do know how to go on a date, Sammy.” His brother only stared at him, a look of both shock and confusion rest on his face. Dean sighed. “Look, just give me the weekend. I want to at least meet her, okay? The world isn’t gonna end because the Winchesters took a night off.”

Heavenly Commentary: Deathly Hallows Pt1
  • Sirius: I can't believe he broke the mirror.
  • James: Didn't really need it, did he?
  • Sirius: Still. I liked that mirror.
  • ***
  • Lily: That's a nice little tribute.
  • Albus: Yes. Elphias always was a generous man. Although Rita Skeeters is far more thrilling.
  • James: Harry thinks otherwise.
  • Albus: He will learn the truth. That no one is without regret. Rita Skeeter was surprisingly quick.
  • Cedric: Even dead we can't get rid of her.
  • ***
  • James: I never thought I'd see Harry trying so hard to save these people. After everything they’ve done to him.
  • Lily: Our son is better than us both.
  • ***
  • James: That was downright emotional for Dudley.
  • Albus: I imagine that he is beginning to see through the veil of his youth. One’s parents are not always correct.
  • ***
  • James: The guard is all here.
  • Lily: Obviously. Oh yeah. How was Moony’s wedding?
  • Sirius: Simple. You know him. Not an extravagant bone in his body.
  • James: I'm betting Tonks got an extravagant bon-OW!
  • Lily: Shut up!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Seven Harry Potters fly out of a house. What does Voldemort do?
  • Albus: He will assume they will give the real Harry to Alastor. As he is the strongest wizard present. He is unable to understand that strength is not the factor here.
  • Sirius: I don't understand. Who is taking Harry?
  • Albus: Hagrid of course. There is no one there who loves Harry quite like Hagrid.
  • ***
  • James: Even dead you're right.
  • Albus: It appears not all habits die hard.
  • ***
  • Lily: I have a bad feeling. Nothing is ever this easy.
  • James: Oh shit. No!
  • Hedwig: Hoot hoot.
  • Cedric: Trust me. I know.
  • ***
  • James: I thought he was going to die.
  • Lily: How did Harry do that? He didn't look in any shape to defend himself.
  • Albus: I have my theories. But imagine the suspense if I choose not to share them.
  • Sirius: I never said this when we were alive but, you're a dick.
  • Alastor: I said that constantly.
  • Albus: Old friend! It's terrible to see you here. Welcome to the party.
  • Alastor: Where are we?
  • Albus: The next great adventure. Your appearance is rather disconcerting with two normal eyes.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor George.
  • James: Everyone is going crazy. They've been betrayed.
  • Sirius: And of course Snape cursed his ear off. Part of the plan Albus?
  • Albus: Let's find out.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Grieve later fools. Fight the war now.
  • Cedric: Constant vigilance?
  • Alastor: Exactly.
  • ***
  • James: Remus says Harry is like me and yet he makes it sound like an insult.
  • Lily: Because it was. Something is broken inside of him.
  • ***
  • Sirius: They've done all this?
  • James: They're children going to war. What do you expect?
  • ***
  • Lily: That had the feeling of a kiss goodbye.
  • Alastor: Smart girl.
  • ***
  • James: Happy birthday harry.
  • Lily: He's all grown up now.
  • James: But he's still our boy.
  • ***
  • Sirius: You left them stuff?
  • Albus: But of course. A few trinkets I hope will be of use. Oh Rufus. If only you put this energy into helping me.
  • ***
  • James: The Snitch he swallowed. Damn it but that's genius.
  • Albus: Thank you.
  • Lily: “I open at the close”?
  • Albus: I have always appreciated a healthy use of theatricality.
  • ***
  • Lily: Of course Luna would recognise him. I really do adore that girl.
  • ***
  • James: Do you remember our wedding?
  • Lily: I'll never forget it.
  • James: I wish we could have had something like this. Not the rushed one we had.
  • Lily: It was perfect and I'll never think otherwise.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah fate. It is always nice to know when one is on the right path.
  • Sirius: ...ok?
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh...Albus is this tr-
  • Alastor: Enough.
  • Cedric: But Prof-
  • Alastor: Enough! There are bigger problems right now.
  • James: The Ministry has fallen.
  • Cedric: Then it's over.
  • Albus: No Mr Diggory. Now it begins.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Excellent Miss Granger. She's prepared.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why are they being so nice?
  • Sirius: It’s not actually mercy if they can't actually kill them.
  • ***
  • Albus: Charming, Alastor. But those would not stop Severus. Given his innocence they wouldn't need to.
  • Alastor: What?
  • Cedric: I'll fill you in.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • James: Oh man, do you remember that picture?
  • Sirius: Last day of our first year. We were children.
  • James: But not for very long
  • ***
  • Lily: I remember that letter. What happened to the rest of it?
  • James: Probably Snape. Greasy bastard.
  • Albus: ...
  • Sirius: Just because he's on a secret mission to save the world doesn't mean he can't be a bastard.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Regulus, oh God. You did...why didn't you tell me?
  • James: Like Hermione said. He was trying to protect you
  • Albus: Did you find your younger brother Mr Black?
  • Sirius: No.
  • Albus: Wherever he is, I honour him. I would never have been able to drink that potion alone.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh Remus...no.
  • James: Why would he...
  • Lily: Har- oh no.
  • Sirius: Moony...
  • James: You did good Harry. You did the right thing.
  • ***
  • James: No. No!
  • Lily: NO! FUCK THAT BITCH! NOT AGAIN!
  • James: FINISH HER! END HER LIFE!
  • ***
  • Alastor: Fools! Do they think these kids are going to school?
  • Sirius: They don't think. Wow, Kreacher looks...happy.
  • Cedric: I guess that's what happens when you're treated with common decency.
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you think they're ready?
  • Alastor: As ready as they'll ever be.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Don't ask a teenage boy what he was doing in the bathroom, Hermione. You may not like the answer.
  • Lily: I swear I will hit you.
  • ***
  • Albus: Let the games begin.
  • ***
  • Lily: Those are muggle bodies. I think I'm going to be sick.
  • ***
  • James: That's why he was so eager to get to work. His wife is on trial.
  • Lily: It’s not a trial. It's a sentencing.
  • ***
  • Lily: Holy shit. It's her!
  • Cedric: Why can't they just take the locket and run?
  • James: Because they don't know if she still has it. And stealth is still needed.
  • Albus: Also because that man is the Minister himself.
  • ***
  • Alastor: I think I preferred it when Crouch Jnr had it.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Mr Weasley is terrifying.
  • James: I think Harry agrees.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well so much for stealth!
  • James: Don't look at me like that! He's your son too!
  • Sirius: They might actually make it out.
  • Lily: Crap! Yaxley has them! He's seen Grimmauld Place!
  • Cedric: So where are we now?
  • ***
  • Lily: Ron must be really afraid if he's stopped saying “Voldemort”.
  • Albus: Perhaps not the most foolish of precautions.
  • ***
  • Alastor: You know why he's after Gregorovitch, don't you Albus.
  • Albus: I do. I'm curious to see if it will work.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Not a Christian but I appreciate the effort Potter.
  • ***
  • James: Ron isn't holding up too well.
  • Alastor: Some people aren't cut out for field work.
  • ***
  • Lily: The sword...?
  • Albus: Indeed.
  • James: So where is it?
  • Albus: Therein lies the question.
  • ***
  • Lily: He left...
  • James: I can't believe it. He's gone...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's it then. He can't find them. He's really gone.
  • Albus: Perhaps.
  • ***
  • James: He doesn't care about the sword. He wants to go home.
  • Lily: Back to where it all started.
  • ***
  • James: Welcome home Lily.
  • Lily: I never thought th- they built us a statue?
  • James: Damn right they did.
  • Sirius: Where’s my statue? Bastards.
  • James: Why would they build you one idiot? You helped kill us. Remember?
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought Dumbledore would be here to see his family’s graves. But I'm guessing he's actually with them now so never mind.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's crying...
  • James: So are we...
  • ***
  • James: Do you think they would've gone to all this trouble if Voldemort hadn’t been defeated?
  • Lily: Of course not. We'd have been just three more victims.
  • ***
  • James: Something isn't right. Bathilda was the sharpest woman I've ever met.
  • Lily: And now she looks...dead.
  • Albus: That would be because she is indeed deceased.
  • Sirius: How could you know that?
  • Albus: I just came from visiting her.
  • Cedric: Then who is that?
  • Alastor: What, not who. And that is Bait.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Holy fucking shit!
  • James: Run Harry!
  • Lily: Hermione! That was close. What's wrong with him?
  • Albus: I believe he is trapped inside the memories of Voldemort. The memories associated with the last time he stood there.
  • Lily: Oh...
  • ***
  • James: Grindelwald?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you have anything to say?
  • Albus: Keep watching.
  • ***
  • James: Is that a...
  • Lily: Snape. That's his patronus.
  • Cedric: How do you know?
  • Lily: Because that's mine.
  • ***
  • Lily: Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off.
  • James: Dammit Harry.
  • Cedric: This can't end well.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I take that back!
  • Sirius: About damn time Ron!
  • ***
  • Lily: Family.
  • ***
  • James: This is genuinely hilarious.
  • Cedric: Hermione is a badass.
  • Lily: So cute. They're all back together.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah boys. I wish I was there to help. But alas I am not.
  • ***
  • Alastor: More breadcrumbs Albus? If you trust Severus so much why didn't you just give him a letter to send to them?
  • Albus: Old friend, in this matter, the journey is far more important than the goal itself.
  • ***
  • James: The Deathly Hallows?
  • Lily: What are they?
  • Sirius: A children's story.
  • Albus: I think you'll find, Mr Black, that most children's stories are based on truth.
  • ***
  • Alastor: They should never have come here!
  • Cedric: They took his daughter! He had no choice.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Albus...are the Hallows real?
  • Albus: They are.
  • Sirius: How do you know? How can you be sure?
  • Albus: Because I've held them all.
  • ***
  • Lily: I really hope you haven't just split them apart again.
  • Albus: They are behaving as I expected them to.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh it’s good to hear them again.
  • Sirius: Keep the faith.
  • James: NO! Ah Harry don't use the name.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Stay calm. Stick to your story.
  • Cedric: Too late. They've been found out.
  • James: They're taking him to Voldemort.
  • Lily: I think Harry is with him already.
  • ***
  • Albus: Poor Draco. I tried to help him.
  • Sirius: No you did the bare minimum. If you really tried to help him then we wouldn't be watching this.
  • Albus: I do believe you're right. But necessity demanded.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. They're going to torture her.
  • ***
  • James: The mirror?
  • Sirius: What use is that going to be?
  • ***
  • Sirius: Pettigrew! You treacherous bastard!
  • James: Wait! What? No!
  • Lily: ...he's dead. What just happened.
  • Albus: Love. Mercy. Forgiveness. Things such as these can forge terribly great magic. Harry spared Pettigrews life and created a debt. Peter's hand, a construct of pure magic, just repaid it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's not here.
  • James: I don't think he wanted to meet the two people he betrayed and the one he blackmailed.
  • Sirius: He's gotten smarter. But I think I'll hunt him down.
  • ***
  • Albus: Oh my...
  • Lily: He's coming! You have to go!
  • James: Woah that was close! DOBBY! Excellent timing!
  • Cedric: Shell Cottage. Nice na- oh no. Don't...
  • Dobby: Master Dumbledore sir. What has happened?
  • James: Dobby. We are Harry Potters parents. We've been watching you help our son for five years. You've been so noble. So brave.
  • Lily: We want you to know, we love you so much Dobby. And you will always be with friends here.
  • Dobby: Kind Miss has Harry Potters eyes.
  • ***
  • Dobby: Such kind words from Sirs and Misses. And Harry Potter is sad.
  • Lily: Of course he is sad. He loved you more than we do. He is your friend.
  • ***
  • James: I don't understand what's going on.
  • Lily: Me neither.
  • Alastor: Then why don't you both shut up and listen to your son explain it all?
  • ***
  • Albus: Harry. You amazing young man. I'm proud of you my boy.
  • James: You had the Elder Wand? You took it from Grindelwald?
  • Albus: I did.
  • Lily: And why not give it to Harry?
  • Albus: You must pay closer attention Mrs Potter.
  • ***
  • Cedric: So we're planning again. But this time to break into Gringotts.
  • James: Should be fun. Did Godric really steal the sword?
  • Albus: It’s quite possible. No human account would ever admit to it. And who's to say the goblin history isn't biased either.
  • Lily: You were a teacher right?
  • ***
  • James: You're back. Moony has a son.
  • Sirius: Well I’ll be dammed. Good for you mate.
  • Lily: He looks so happy.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Weasley. As subtle as ever.
  • Cedric: Hermione is the only one who appreciates subtlety. The other two prefer a wand to the face.
  • ***
  • Albus: Once more unto the breach
  • ***
  • James: I recognise his voice.
  • Lily: Travers is the one who almost killed me. And then you dropped your wand and beat him half to death.
  • Sirius: Potter, your laziness is biting your son in the arse. “Half to death” finish the job!
  • ***
  • Lily: He just used the Imperius Curse...
  • James: It was necessary.
  • Alastor: Be grateful he's managed to avoid killing anyone. What was your bodycount?
  • Lily: More than zero.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit! This is the ministry all over again.
  • James: Onwards. Get the Horcrux.
  • ***
  • Lily: They’ve got i- GODDAMMIT GRIPHOOK!
  • Alastor: They should have never trusted the goblin!
  • James: They had no choice! Time to go son!
  • Lily: WHY DOES HE ALWAYS INSIST ON FLYING!
  • JAMES: WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME??
  • Lily: BECAUSE IT'S YOUR FAULT!
  • ***
  • Cedric: They did it. They got the cup.
  • Sirius: Lost the sword.
  • Albus: They did well. But now Tom Riddle will know what they are hunting.
  • James: He already knows. Now what?
  • Lily: To Hogwarts.
  • Dobby: Once again Harry Potter frees a poor and hurt creature. He is truly great.
  • Albus: You are correct Dobby. He really is.
  • ***
  • James: They're in trouble!
  • Sirius: They need to-
  • Albus: Brother.
  • ***
  • Lily: Your brother isn't being helpful.
  • Albus: He's worrying more about their safety than their success. He's a better man than I ever was.
  • ***
  • James: Oh...
  • Lily: Albus...oh Albus I'm so sorry.
  • Albus: I should introduce you to my family. They would like you. But that may have to wait. I believe we are about to go home.
  • ***
  • Alastor: The war came to Hogwarts.
  • Albus: And here it will end. Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
  • ***
  • James: Use them Harry. You need the help
  • ***
  • Sirius: Why would you step out from the cloak?
  • James: He can handle Alecto.
  • Lily: So can Luna.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh good. He's used Cruciatus.
  • James: Let's just hope he doesn't need to use the last one.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Oh great. This dick.
  • James: Oh man! Look at Minnie go! Kick his ass!
  • Lily: They're on the same side!
  • Sirius: So?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I wish I was there. One last battle.
  • James: Me too Padfoot.
  • Sirius: Although...maybe not at this very moment.
  • Lily: This is so awkward. Jeez Fleur, really?
  • ***
  • Lily: Aww they made up.
  • Alastor: Just in time to die.
  • James: Death did not make you any cheerier did it?
  • ***
  • Cedric: See I’m impressed by the visual. But the fact that it’s always Slytherin versus the other three, seems to highlight a major problem in this school.
  • Albus: I agree Mr Diggory. A simple idea that has such permanent consequences.
  • ***
  • James: In the middle of a battle and he forgets what he's doing.
  • Lily: Has your attention span.
  • James: Why is it that every bad thing comes from me?
  • ***
  • Albus: The Grey Lady. Harry you marvelous young man.
  • Dobby: Ghost Miss Ravenclaw has always been kind to me.
  • Albus: Ah of course! Before he met with me. In case I escorted him out.
  • James: But where did he hide it?
  • Albus: I do not know. But I believe Harry does.
  • ***
  • Lily: Even now he is loyal to you.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Chamber of Secrets? Hell of a romantic date Ron.
  • Albus: Aaahh of course. These children are magnificent.
  • ***
  • Lily: It’s about damn time!
  • James: They're really going at it.
  • Alastor: Timing. Idiots.
  • ***
  • James: Sirius is following Tonks. Cedric and Alastor have gone to see other people.
  • Lily: I guess it's just us then.
  • Albus: Fitting in a way.
  • Dobby: Yes sir.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • Lily: These three again?
  • James: When are old school enemies not welcome?
  • ***
  • James: He just tried to kill Hermione...
  • Lily: Were we like this?
  • James: Probably.
  • ***
  • James: Fucking fiendfyre! You crazy bastard!
  • ***
  • Lily: We would never have tried to save them.
  • James: Speak for yourself. I saved Snape remember.
  • Lily: Oh shut up. They destroyed another Horcrux
  • ***
  • James: Oh no...
  • Lily: Hello Fred.
  • Fred: Blimey. You're the Potters! Professor Dumbledore! Oh hell!
  • James: Yes Fred you are dead. But if it makes you feel better, you can call me Prongs.
  • Fred: But my pare- YOU'RE JOKING!
  • Sirius: No he's not. I'm Padfoot. And this is Moony, who literally can’t duel to save his life.
  • Remus: I’d say it's good to see you Fred bu...James? Lily?
  • James: It’s good to see you old friend.
  • ***
  • Remus: It’s been years.
  • Lily: For you. Where’s Tonks?
  • Remus: Dolohov killed her after he did me. When Padfoot collected us she went to see Teddy.
  • ***
  • James: Let's go end this.
  • ***
  • Fred: This is chaos.
  • Alastor: This is war!
  • Fred: Mad Eye! You’re al- oh yeah I'm dead.
  • Sirius: You get used to it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit Hagrid!
  • Remus: Wonderful. Giants.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry. You can do this.
  • Lily: Luna! Bless your soul.
  • ***
  • Remus: I'm not sure how I feel about Voldemort using this place.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. Snape, run!
  • James: Too late.
  • Remus: What is he doing?
  • Albus: That's a memory.
  • Severus: Albus? Where are w- Lily??
  • Sirius: You sonofa-
  • James: Motherf-
  • Lily: QUIET! No one says a word until we see that memory.
  • Albus: If I may-
  • Lily: Not a word! You have both played with my sons life as if he were a piece in a game! No one has the right to talk until we see that memory!
  • ***
  • Lily: You bullied my son. And his friends. You went out of your way to torture and torment them. But you also risked your life for my son, every day for the last three years.I do not forgive you, but you can stay. For now.
  • Sirius: Wait what?
  • James: You heard her. But I swear, you pine after my wife even once and I'll punch you in the face.
  • Severus: I won't be here long. I want to see how it ends. After that, I will leave.
  • ***
  • Severus: It’s good to see you Lily.
  • Fred: He says after we just watched a montage based on sixteen years of his love for her.
  • Remus: Fred, shut up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought you'd be more disturbed about Harry having to die.
  • Lily: I...
  • James: Don't think for a second that we aren’t being destroyed inside. But there is no choice. Our son has t-...
  • Lily: To defeat Voldemort, our son has to die. And we'll be here to greet him.
  • ***
  • James: He told Neville. About the snake.
  • Lily: Oh. It's Ginny.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The Snitch?
  • Albus: Excellent Harry. I imagine you four should get ready.
  • James: Ready for what?
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Stone! Harry was right!
  • Fred: What the hell is that thing?
  • Albus: Old and powerful magic.
  • ***
  • Lily: He dropped it!
  • James: Harry NO!
  • Lily: Wh-what just happened? Why did Voldemort fall?
  • Albus: EXCELLENT! HAHAHA! IT WORKED!
  • Severus: What did you do this time you mad old man?
  • Albus: My greatest work! My masterpiece! Engineered from beyond the grave!
  • Lily: Stop patting yourself on the back Dumbledore and tell me what happened to my son!!
  • Albus: Lily! James! Harry is alive! Now, let’s see if this works.
  • James: What? What are you muttering? What-WHERE DID HE GO?
  • ***(Due to Tumblr limits, the rest is under part 2)

anonymous asked:

One of the accounts I've recently started following on Instagram has been posting a lot about "Fake Tayuu" and how much they hate them. Most of it is written in Japanese, so I can't read it, but the posts are always accomplanied by pictures of Tayuu Aoi and her mother. I've also heard that some people don't believe Aoi to be a real Tayuu for some reason. Could you explain why and why she is getting hate?

This is going to be a long answer, and I’m going to try to be as impartial as I can as this is still a highly debated subject.

First of all, I do not wish to give any attention to the person who’s having a tantrum on Instagram. They’re not very respected in the community and they tend to have rants like these often, so I usually ignore them as they are not worth my time.

Secondly, I need to go over the extreme basics of tayū, as what’s being debated is ultimately an issue of semantics. So, we all know that tayū were the highest class of “courtesan” from the Edo Period. They wore incredibly gaudy clothing with ornate hairstyles and were available only to the elites. No one is denying this. Yes, they also had “sexy times” with their “customers” but it was (usually) not the main component of their job. They were supposed to function as a woman who could be the complete opposite of a wife; that is, be skilled in various arts and be able to hold a conversation/attention well.

The tayū themselves were already a dying breed of entertainer by the 18th century as their exclusivity and faded fashions could not even come close to matching the extremely popular geisha. So, from the mid 1750s tayū had basically ceased to exist everywhere except for Shimabara in Kyoto. Over the centuries their numbers have gone down as their skills and knowledge were seen as archaic to modern society even back then. What really marked the literal end for the tayū was the outlawing of prostitution in 1958. Since tayū were considered courtesans and technically the sexy stuff was part of their trade (although, not the main focus), they were forbidden from actually “being” tayū anymore. What’s more, there’s only one “registered” ochaya in Shimabara anymore, the 300 year old Wachigaya.

For the last few (and by “few” I mean “5ish”) decades all of the tayū have come from the Wachigaya since the Wachigaya was the only building around in Shimabara with a history of hosting tayū. Even as recent as the 1980s the tayū of Shimabara participated in the all-kagai dance performance that takes place in June. Today that’s called the Miyako No Nigiwai and it celebrates the dance styles of the gokagai (five flower towns). Previously this was known as the rokkagai (six flower towns) as Shimabara still operated a kenban and the tayū were well practiced artists. 

As you can guess by now, Shimabara has since lost its status as a kagai, no longer has a kenban, and thus no longer has any type of registration. The only thing that’s kept the Wachigaya going is that it’s incredibly old and still somewhat functions as an ochaya, albeit very exclusive. 

The biggest issue here that isn’t being addressed by anyone right now is what exactly constitutes a tayū and what doesn’t and, most importantly, who gets to be a tayū and who doesn’t. According to said Instagram drama queen, only women affiliated with the Wachigaya can be tayū. However (and, of course, there’s always an “however” in there somewhere), what happens when the Wachigaya says “no”? You’d figure that the last place where tayū can supposedly exist would want to promote their lineage and keep it going, right? Well, this is where the issue of who’s a “real” tayū and who isn’t comes into play, and, of course, it’s full of drama.

Tsukasa Tayū began her career in Kyoto by becoming a maiko in Gion Kobu. She then left to go to Shimabara to become a tayū at the Wachigaya. For decades she worked at the Wachigaya and even had her biological daughter learn the traditional arts and stand in as her kamuro (attendant) during parades. This was all fine and well until a few years ago when Tsukasa wanted her daughter to debut as a tayū too. You’d figure with her actual experience and pedigree that she’d a perfect candidate to become a tayū. Well, the Wachigaya said “no” and, being determined to carry on, Tsukasa split with the Wachigaya to allow her daughter to debut as a tayū. Her daughter is now Aoi Tayū.

At the same time Takasago Tayū, who has since retired and owns her own ochaya, found a very promising girl that showed real dedication to the tayū life. Once again, the Wachigaya said “no” and, to allow her to debut, she funded her entire debut herself because of her convictions. That girl is now Kikugawa Tayū. Unlike some of the other tayū Kikugawa sometimes wears a wig as she has naturally thin hair.

As a way to show that they’re the perceived “true” authority on tayū, the Wachigaya also debuted a new girl, the now Sakuragi Tayū.

So, we now have three separate places that are supporting what they feel is tayū culture. The Instagram whiner says that Tsukasa, Aoi, and Kikugawa aren’t “real” tayū because they are not affiliated with the Wachigaya. However, she enjoys glossing over the fact that the Wachigaya has used many “stand ins” for their parades over the years due to declining numbers. That is, they have women known to them dress up as tayū and act the part of a tayū for public ceremonies. She also states that the outfits that they wear are synthetic fibers, which is ridiculous. This ignorant person feels that the outfits that Tsukasa, Aoi, and Kikugawa are “fake” because she knows nothing of real silk and ignores that the Wachigaya does use kimono that are over 100 years old (many are in disrepair if you look through various images though), whereas Tsukasa, Aoi, and Kikugawa wear newer made garments. Yes, the way that silk is made and used has changed greatly in the last century, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t “real” or of the highest quality. In fact, we’ve gotten better at silk production and the silk we use today is stronger, retains colors longer, and uses artistic techniques that could only have been considered a dream a century ago. 

And, thus, we’ve come around full circle. The question at the center of this being, “Who decides who gets to be a tayū when there is no longer any institution who says what is and isn’t and who can and cannot?” The tayū have long since been resigned to a ceremonial role, no one can deny that. But, if the Wachigaya truly wants the tayū to survive, then why would they deny promising candidates? It took a vast amount of money and connections to launch new tayū who are practicing the tayū arts from the same teachers, so why should they not be called tayū too? I personally do not wish to join into this useless debate that benefits no one, but I believe that an artist is an artist and if they meet the requirements of that trade then they deserve to be called such.

The Voices of Us Pt. 1

Summary: Youtuber!Au. In which Lance falls in love with Keith’s voice, Hunk is turning twenty-one, Shallura is the workout couple, Pidge is pining, and Keith is extremely concerned why all of his friends are YouTubers. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. 

A/N: This lovely fic is dedicated to the even lovelier @sopaladone for letting me use their headcanon! I hope you like it! (This is a multichapter fic, ‘cause that’s really all I’m good at.) 

Warning: Language, Pidge is genderfluid but mostly goes by ‘they’ pronouns, and Klance is strong with this one. 

AO3   [2]  [3]


“Lance, why the fuck is Red wearing a dress again?” 

“Because he wanted to feel beautiful!” 

“I swear to God, Lance if you don’t take the dress of now, I’m gonna throw away all of your Shakira posters!”

Lance gasped, his eyes growing wide as he nearly dropped the cat in his hands. He forgot about the video he was recording as he glared at Keith. “You wouldn’t dare,” he whispered. Keith glared back. “Watch. Me.”

Inhaling through his nose, the Latino slowly turned back to his camera and gave a tight smile. “Looks like ‘Adventures with Space Cat’ is going to be put on hold for now.” He leaned in. “I’ll do it when he’s not home.”

“Lance!”

He turned around and glared at Keith again. “Alright, alright. Dress is coming off!” Red meowed as he took off the frilly pink dress, something Lance thought was the equivalent to a cat yell. If Blue, his idiot cat, would let him, he’d dress her up and do Space Cat with her. But no, she just had to be a little shit and scratch him every time he tried dressing her up. Red was the temperamental one, so why did Blue give him a hard time?

Putting down the cat and giving the ‘outro’ (as he liked to call it) to end his video, Lance stopped recording and turned off the camera. The chair squeaked as he spun around. “Dude.” He gripped the arms as he leaned in, the chair squeaking again. “Dude. I gotta do an ‘Adventures with Space Cat’ video soon. My subscribers are going nuts for it!” 

“Do it with your own damn cat then.” Keith picked up Red when he ran to him. The cat started to purr as he scratched underneath his chin. Lance pouted. “They’re going to notice if it’s a different cat. And Blue won’t let me dress her up. I still have the scar from the last time I tried.”

Keith put down Red and grabbed his phone and his wallet. “C’mon. Allura was pissed the last time we were late.”

Muttering about editing his video, Lance stood and followed Keith out of the door, grabbing his keys on the way. It was their unspoken rule that at least one of them had to have their keys on their person at all times if they were both going out at the same time. Normally, it’s Lance. (The one time it was Keith’s job, he actually forgot his and locked them both out. It took the landlord two hours to get there to unlock their apartment. Since then, it was always Lance’s job.)

The L.A. sun beat down on his neck, but he was used to it at this point. He grew up right on the beach, most of his adolescent life working at the Pizza Shack with his sisters and brothers and parents. Though, he would never get use to the amount sweating that came with the Californian heat. 

“What are we even doing at this thing anyways?” Lance, asked, his eyes training on a couple of girls that walked by. Attractive, he thought. Keith coughed to gain his attention before shoving his hands in his pockets. “She wants to do some combined-video-thingy or some shit. I don’t know, man, you have to ask her yourself.”

Keith, despite having all YouTuber friends (and roommate), had absolutely no idea what anything on the website was. Nothing made sense to him. It constantly drove Lance up the wall because he could be talking about one of his videos or collabs and the boy would constantly interrupt him to ask what it meant before giving up. Lance didn’t tell him about his videos anymore. 

The place they were meeting at was some smoothie bar that Shiro and Allura found ages ago. They made the best strawberry banana smoothie in Lance’s opinion. Most of the group was already there, minus Hunk. (He was most likely running late because of his own video. It happened a lot.)

“Lance! Keith! Over here!” 

Allura waved them over, a huge grin on her face as she did. Of course she chose to sit outside, and of course it had to be on the hottest day of the year. This girl literally had no idea just how much Lance was dying right now. He thought that the Brit would be dying in this heat, but she seemed to fit in just fine. What was she made of anyways? Alien blood and rainbows?

“You are finally here. Come, come, I got your smoothies for you already!” She ushered them to the large patio table and sat them down, her grin never faltering. Lance was weary of the smoothie. “Uh, Lure, I know you mean well and all, but how long has this smoothie been here?”

“Yeah, and do we have to pay you back or something?” Keith asked what Lance didn’t want to. Broke college kids never had enough money to spend on things like smoothies. Especially smoothies that cost six fucking dollars.

Allura waved her hand. “No, no, it’s on me. We’ve only been here for a few minutes.” She looked around. “Did any of you invite Hunk?” 

Pidge shook their head. They put down their phone to look at the girl. “Didn’t you say that he was uninvited?” 

“Just making sure. This would be a bust if he came.” She pulled out a scrapbook from her purse and placed it onto the table. ‘HUNK’S BIG BIRTHDAY VIDEO/PARTY’ was written in big stick-on letters, each a different color of the rainbow. The moment Lance saw it, he immediately started to wish that he stayed home and feigned illness. At least then he would be able to edit his video.

She opened the scrapbook to the first page. “Shay wanted us to throw him a surprise party with a Hawaiian theme since he can’t go home for his birthday this year. Poor Hunk. He doesn’t have enough money to fly home, and all these finals make it practically impossible to go anywhere, and-”

“Stay on topic, Lure.” 

“Oh. Right. Anyways, Shay came to me a month ago or so and asked for my help with planning the party. I’ve got everything figured out-what decorations to use, what food to make, the date for the party, everything. I just need you guys to help actually set it up and makes sure people come.” She turned to Lance. “Lance, I need you to put it on your channel.”

He put down his smoothies, his arms crossing over each other as he frowned. “What? Why me?”

Shiro spoke instead. “Because you have the most subscribers. And you live-vlog everything. I’d be easy for you to draw attention to this.” 

Looking at it logically, it made sense for him to do it. But it was Hunk’s birthday, so shouldn’t it be on his channel instead? Then again, this was Hunk’s birthday. It was his best friend’s birthday. He should totally do it for him. Sighing, Lance nodded. “Alright, what next?”

“Pidge, I need you to invite this list of people-” she handed them a long piece of paper “-by Wednesday. They should RSVP by at least next Tuesday. The party will be next Saturday.

“Keith, you’re in charge of the music. Make sure it’s actually something that Hunk likes. We don’t need that emo music that you listen to blaring through the speakers again.

“Shiro, I’m putting you in charge of finding the decorations and such. Please don’t get them from that party store you went to last time. Those weren’t really that good, and most of them were falling apart halfway thought the party. Poor Coran was in tears when his cup’s handle broke.” She fell silent, everyone remembering the sight of Coran sobbing when his drink fell on the floor. It took forever for Alfor to calm him down.

Lance grabbed the scrapbook from Allura’s side. Every page had some sort of Hawaiian theme. She really put a lot of thought into this, huh? he thought, flipping the page to one with pictures of beaches. He smiled. Hunk was his best friend, his honorary brother, his other half. If people could have friend soulmates, Hunk would be his. He deserved a good party-a good twenty-first.

“Do you want me to tweet about something big happening? I could do it in a way that Hunk wouldn’t know about it.” He was already unlocking his phone and pulling up Twitter. The tweet was already halfway written when Allura grabbed his hands. 

“Perfect.” 


When Keith was home alone, he blasted his music throughout the apartment. His roommate hated what he listened to, often criticizing it to the point that it was the same as complaining. But when he was alone, no one could say anything about what he listened to, and he could sing along without anyone finding out.

His phone was hooked up to Lance’s speaker in the kitchen, Mr. Brightside was blaring, and he was dancing while making a pot of chili. He couldn’t help but sing along; it was a song that practically everyone knew. The chorus picked up, and he got a little bit bolder in his singing. Lance wasn’t home, so why should he hold it in? 

“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on my alibis…” 

His hips swayed to the beat of the music. He wasn’t a good dancer-not as good as Lance because let’s face it: nobody was-but he wasn’t necessarily bad. He was definitely a better singer. 

“I never… I never… I never! I never!” 

“Shit, man. I didn’t know you could sing!” 

Keith yelped, dropping the wooden spoon as he spun around. He fumbled to turn off the music. “Damn it, Lance, announce when you’re home!” 

Lance was leaning on the door jam. He didn’t have a dumb grin or a cocky smirk. He actually had the same face he wore whenever he was trying to figure out a tough problem. The silence that filled the room was nearly deafening, so Keith went to turn the music back on, but he was stopped when Lance finally spoke. 

“You’re good.” 

He turned around. “Huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said as he pushed off the door jam. He walked over to the stove. “You’re actually really good. You should sing more often. Is this ready?” 

Keith smacked his hand away. “Leave the chili alone, damn it.” Pulling his hand back, he leaned on the kitchen counter. His shoulders bunched up as he looked away. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not singing in front of you ever again.” Muttering, he added, “Or anyone else.” 

His roommate gaped. “Keith, you can fucking sing! I bet if you made a channel, you’d-“

“Lance…” 

The Latino threw his hands up before slamming one down on the counter next to him. “C’mon, people love you already, you have an amazing voice, and you’re not bad on the eyes.” He looked him up and down before nodding. “You’re bound to get some attention.” 

“Can you shut up already? I told you I’m not singing again.” Keith ignored the comment about him being ‘not bad on the eyes’ (oh, who’s he kidding? That left him flustered as hell) and pushed off of the counter. Lance would kill him if he used the spoon that dropped, so he went to go get a new one. Or maybe he should get a ladle. It looked about ready. 

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll shut up about it if-”

“Thank you!” 

“If,” he continued, “you sing on my channel on my next video. Just see what people say and see if they want you to create your own channel.” 

He pointed at the cabinet above Lance’s head then grabbed two spoons. His roommate got the hint, grabbing two of the six bowls that they actually own. One of them, he decided, will have to ask for more as their birthday present. It would most likely end up being Keith. 

“What do I get if they don’t?” He had to see what Lance was offering. Their last bet ended up with him cleaning the entire apartment. It was surprisingly clean when Keith got home, and he was afraid to touch anything for a few days. 

Lance tapped his chin, genuinely thinking about it. When he figured it out, he snapped his fingers. “I’ll make my Mamá’s famous enchiladas.” 

Victoria’s famous enchiladas? Already, this boy was making a compelling case. He scooped some chili into one of the bowls and handed it to his roommate. “So all I have to do is sing on one of your lame-“

“Hey!”

“-videos and wait for your subscribers to say yes? And I get enchiladas if they don’t like it?” 

The boy nodded. “Yeah, and if they like it, all you have to do is create your own channel and actually post on it. You could probably get equipment from Pidge or something. I don’t know where they get that stuff.” 

“No one does.” Keith raised a spoonful of chili to his lips and blew on it. He didn’t miss the way the other’s eyes flashing down to them. Oh, that’s leverage to use if he needed something done. Sighing, he stirred his chili. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but okay. I’ll sing. Just for your next video.” 

Lance whooped, pumping his fist in the air and walking out of the kitchen. “I got Keith fucking Yun to sing on my fucking channel! Woohoo! I gotta go text Pidge…” 

Keith would be lying if he said he didn’t stare at his ass as he walked out. What? He was gay as hell and Lance had a nice ass. Sue him. 

He shook his head. Just what did he get himself into?


“Hey, Starchild. I need you to get that-goddamnit you died!”

“Sorry, man. Looks like I’ve gone onto the afterlife. Remember me when you win.”

“Starchild!”

Pidge glared Kevin-aka Starchild-and nudged his shoulder. “You fucking idiot, we could’ve gotten that item!”

Kevin waved his hand. “Just win this for us, Gamerson. Win it for me.” He wiped his eyes of the fake tears before dropping his controller. “Dude, what the fuck, you just died.”

“Like hell was I going to face that boss alone!”

“Pidge, we’re literally just playing Little Big Planet 3. It shouldn’t be hard.”

They glared at Kevin, the grip on their controller tightening. Whispering, they said, “No man gets left behind. Even if it’s an idiot who died by running into the enemy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just go back.” He dug through the bag of chips. “Hey, did you hear about Ivy?”

“Yeah! Her boyfriend cheated on her then she fucking wrecked his shit. But I don’t really know what she did though.” Pidge took a sip of their coke. “Damn, I’m gonna need another one. So what did she do?”

Kevin jumped onto a platform and waited for Pidge to jump up to him. “She created a new account on WoW and dragged his ass. Stole all his shit. Recorded it all and put it on her channel. At the end, she broke up with him and called him out. The girl’s got moxy. Fucking hell, Gamerson, get your head in the game!”

“Damn, Star, this isn’t High School Musical!” 

“No shit. I’d be bopping right to the top if it was.” 

That went on for six more minutes until they finally beat the boss. It wasn’t even that hard; they just kept getting distracted by High School Musical puns. Pidge paused the game and cut the sound. “So that was interesting. Thank you so much, Starchild, for coming onto my channel and playing this game with me. If you want to go his channel, I’ll have the link down below. Seriously do because he has the best shit.”

“Aw, thanks, man. I didn’t know you felt that way!”

“Shut up. Anyways, please like and subscribe, and I’ll see you like Sunday or something. I don’t know when I’ll actually post this. Game on, my friends.”

They cut the camera off then turned to Kevin. Their stomach growled. “Wanna go crash Hunk’s video and steal his food?”

“Let’s go.” Kevin was already out of his seat and running towards the kitchen. They stood up with a little more care, making sure that their skirt was right before walking out of their room. What? Skirts were comfortable and freeing, and they got like a shit-ton in their closet for days they felt more feminine. (Those days were rare, but not as rare as their masculine days. In fact, if they actually calculated how many days they felt feminine and how many they felt masculine, feminine would beat out masculine by two weeks. Mostly though, they tend to be more gender neutral.)

“…And then we’re going to put on-guys, what are you doing?” Hunk stop midway of his sentence when the two YouTubers reached for some of his ingredients. They looked at each other. “Nothing…” They both drawled.

Hunk glared at them. “Just take the food already and go.”

The larger man resumed his video, and the others scurried into the living room. There was still an hour before Kevin had to go to class, both videos were filmed, and there was nothing to do. Great.  “So,” they drawled. “What now?”  

Kevin groaned and ruffled his dark hair. He looked at his phone. “I gotta go to pick up my sister then go to class. Wish I could stay though.” He looked at them, his blue eyes reflecting the sun’s gleam. “I had fun playing with you, man.”

“I did, too. Have a safe trip.”

“See ya, Gamerson!”

Pidge watched as Kevin walked to his car before sitting down on the couch. The skirt bunched up around their legs. Okay, so there was a good reason why they wore a skirt and why they wore a headband to ‘keep their bangs out of their eyes’ and why there may or may not be a little lip gloss on today. That wasn’t the first time they collabed with Kevin, and they actually hung out on a regular basis. Something-a tiny little something-fluttered in Pidge’s stomach when the two hung out together. They never acted on it; they can’t really.

Kevin had a girlfriend.

Pidge didn’t even stand a chance. But it didn’t hurt to look nice for him right?

They could hear Hunk saying something about putting his dish into the oven before he said that he’ll be right back. Two seconds later, their roommate walked in.

“Okay, so you need to tell that boy or so help me I’m going to drag your butt down to his apartment and say it for you.” Hunk wiped his hands on his apron (this one had a that classic ‘Kiss the Chef’ thing on it) as he sat down. Pidge curled into a ball. “I don’t-what are you-huh?”

Hunk groaned. “Pidge. You like Kevin. It’s kinda obvious. I mean, you’re wearing a skirt! And your favorite shirt! And is that-is that lip gloss? Since when do you own lip gloss?”

They wiped their lips free of it before muttering that they don’t. Lie.

“Whatever. Come taste this crème brûlée when you’re done sulking.” He stood up and when to the kitchen again, muttering about editing that part of the video out. The apartment carried voices extremely well, and most times, they would be heard on the other’s videos.

Pidge played with their skirt. They had to get Kevin out of their mind, and they had to do it now. Their eyes landed on their laptop, a slow grin stretching its way onto their face. “I think it’s about time to update that Klance fanfiction,” they said as they grabbed the laptop. “Oh boy, is Keith gonna get a kick out of this one.”

Ten minutes after updating, Keith texted them. 

From: Dick Overlord 

-> What. The. Fuck. Why do you do this to me?

Pidge smiled.

To: Dick Overlord

-> I KNEW you read them.

From: Dick Overlord 

-> Shut the fuck up. 

They tossed their phone onto the couch and listened to Hunk cook. Maybe he was right. Maybe they should tell Kevin. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Their life was filled with so much ‘maybe’s and ‘if’s that they don’t know what is real and true. Pidge sighed. 

What have they gotten themselves into? 

Yuuri “I’ll only have one drink this time, I swear” Katsuki and Victor “my fiancé just won the grand prix so let’s party” Nikiforov both get drunk off their asses this year, resulting in a party that most of the guests agree was even better than last year, sans one Yuri Plisetsky, who, despite engaging in a spectacular repeat-performance dance-off of the previous year, spends half the night grumbling about how he wants to kick both their asses.

Considering Yuuri’s tendency to go totally off the rails and Victor’s tendency to remove every article of clothing he owns, the night quickly becomes less and less PG, even if Victor is not nearly as talented a drunk dancer as Yuuri happens to be.  They do have a rather sweet moment where they slow dance and just sway there, looking at each other so fondly that everyone else almost wants to avert their eyes, because it just seems too private.

Phichit enjoys documenting the entire thing by taking as many pictures as possible, though even he agrees to the sacred, ‘What happens at the banquet stays at the banquet’ rule, which Chris describes to him as a pact they all made after the legendary night a year earlier.  Later, Phichit and Yuuri pull out some of their old moves from college, which Victor seems particularly impressed by, though by that point he’s kinda reduced to clinging onto people and giggling from the sidelines.

It all cumulates into Yuuri princess-carrying his very sleepy and mostly naked fiancé as Victor clings to his neck and nuzzles against him (a feat which many banquet-goers question how Yuuri manages to pull off, considering the amount of alcohol he’s ingested).  Victor is smiling so sappily like “I can’t believe we’re getting married, I love you so much.” And Yuuri’s eyes just light up because- holy crap- they’re getting married.

So he suddenly gets this really determined look on his face and somehow manages to climb on top of a table, all without dropping Victor (like five people run forward to catch them, but Yuuri’s fine, really his coordination while drunk is quite remarkable). 

And then, with a wild grin and an almost manic giggle, he loudly shouts “Everyone-!  We’re getting MARRIED!  And you’re all invited!!!!” before sweeping Victor into a sloppy kiss, to the sound of raucous applause.  This isn’t exactly news, considering both Victor and Yuuri (and Phichit too, let’s be honest) have been excitedly announcing this to literally anyone in their line of sight all night, but now everyone there is going crazy.

After they nearly tumble off the table a few moments later, Chris and Mila have to carefully help them down and somehow manage to corral them back to their room, all while the rest of the party reflects on how great the wedding reception is going to be after this.

Meanwhile, Yuuri wakes up the next morning to Victor clinging to his chest and a pretty bad headache- not quite as bad as last year, though.  In fact, he can more or less remember what happened; which is great for all of five seconds until he realizes he just invited the entirety of the figure skating community to their planned ‘small and private’ wedding ceremony in his hometown.  His poor parents.

And that’s how Victor and Yuuri accidentally rope themselves into hosting the wedding blowout no one in the figure skating community would ever forget.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a new fan of The NBHD's music. I can't call myself an Hoodlum (yet) bc I have a silly rule for myself: If you don't know & love all the members, don't call yourself a fan lol. I'm 14 and live in Asia so I don't even have the slightest chance to meet them, also the info about them is very rare :( I have been hopelessly searching about them since last week then came across your tumblr & omg I love you and your blog! Could you give me some info about each members? Thanks :)

You’re already a fan because you like their music, but I completely agree, in order to be a hoodlum, it takes much more than that. Hm okay, so where do I start? (and thank you so much by the way for saying you love my blog, it seriously means alot). So first off, The Neighbourhood members USED to be

Jesse, Mikey, Zach, BRYAN SAMMIS and Jeremy
They never spoke too clearly about why Bryan had to separate from the band. At first it seemed as though he had chose to leave so he could work on his own music but as time went on, in interviews it would be hinted out that there was some tension and being together felt more like a job than it did working with friends. Bryan was my favorite member. He knew who I was before we even formally met. He was the most interactive with the fans and one of the funniest. His solo music is pretty good, if you want to give that a listen here’s the link to his soundcloud (he goes by both Bryan and Olivver, and no the second v was not a typo) https://soundcloud.com/olivver-1

This separation didnt happen too long ago. The band itself is fairly new. They grew immediate attention after writing sweater weather (which was also the first song they all wrote together) They all knew eachother before becoming a band, (Zach and Mikey are the closests though). 

CURRENT MEMBERS
Jesse, Zach, Brandon, Mikey, Jeremy

Jesse is the lead singer and the member people know most about. Not just because he is the lead singer but also because he puts himself out there a lot. He is present in if not all, most interviews and therefore its easy for most fans to fall in love with him. Before the neighbourhood became popular, he was in a serious relationship with a girl named Serena. He wrote a couple songs about her (or at least we believe he did, songs like STING) and we’re not sure why they broke up but most fans were really happy about their relationship. He was single for quite a while before getting together with Anabel Englund, the fan base seemed to be very upset about it. Most argued it was because of the way she presented herself (some people thought it was skanky) but it didn’t stop them from being together and with time people began to love them (Ship name was/is Anese). Now, its not certain but it’s argued that they broke up (they unfollowed eachother on Twitter and Instagram). Jesse is also very sensitive. If you haven’t seen it already in their Afraid video, he is completely naked and he felt very unappreciated when the video didn’t even reach a million views because he completely put himself out there and he went on a sad rant on twitter. It broke most fans hearts and it sparked a fan page trend. I believe at least one fourth of the neighbourhood fan pages that are active today were made after that. Asides from all that mushy stuff, he’s super funny and a confident guy. 

Zach Abels is one of the guitarists of the band and is by far the second most famous member of the band. Its funny because on twitter he is described to be the more sassy one and he always has been but in person he isn’t like that at all. He might not be as tall but he’s just as sweet as Jesse when it comes to the fans.

Mikey Margott is the bass player. He is the youngest of the group and grew up knowing how to play the drums but they really wanted him in the band so they taught him how to play bass (Bryan was already the drummer). He is super sweet and asides from Brandon, he is the member we may know least about, personality wise. He doesn’t have anything but instagram and he doesn’t use it that much. Also, he isn’t present in most interviews so its hard to really say you love him from anything other than maybe meeting him after a concert or the pictures posted of him by photographers and fans. What we do know is that since young, his best friend has always been Zach, he is the band’s barber and for over four years he’s been in a committed relationship with the lovely Lauren Leekley. (which all fans love)

Jeremy Freedman is the other guitarists and the most unappreciated member. I remember meeting them after the iHeartRadio live series and everyone flocked around Jesse while Jeremy was pretty much by himself. After talking to him for a bit I realized how funny he was and being the selfish person I am, I was sort of happy that I could have a conversation with him without being interrupted by other fans. He gives himself these crazy nicknames that work and it only shows about 2% of his sense of humor. Jerry Hot Licks, The Pussy Destroyer and more.  

Bryan Sammis was their drummer. I spoke about him before but he really was my favorite. He always responded to fans on twitter and was even nicer in person. The first time I saw him I didnt have to say anything, he saw the gift I was ready to give him and he knew who I was and that really meant a lot to me. The second time I saw him he recognized me (as did Jesse, they do a good job of remembering faces) and he was very chilled and cool about having a one on one conversation with me.

Brandon Fried is the new drummer. Although he may be a new member, he’s known them since highschool. He’s into Seahawk football and eating gyros and that’s pretty much all I know. He seems like a really funny and chilled guy he just hasn’t been in the band long enough for me to say much in confidence. 

I wish we knew more about their personal lives but the only person who we can really say we all know is Jesse and even then, we dont know everything. I hope this helped, if you have any more questions let me know!

Not so secret Santa: a Lucaya fanfic
  • Every year there was this secret santa game that all the classmates liked to participate. They would randomly select a name from a bowl full of name tags and give the name owner little presents until christmas when the Secret Santa would be revealed.
  • Everybody was excited, except Maya. Every year was stressful around secret Santa time. Having very little to no mony to spend on gifts was sometimes hard, she had to become resourseful. Recyclin, going to triftshops, flee markets, and sometimes making the gifts herself. And the kids didn't wanted those gifts... They wanted expensive candybars, of new toys, cute fashion accesories. One time in second grade, she made a picture frame with some recycled materials, and it ended in the garbage because the girl who was meant for didn't liked it. And it just broke Maya's heart, she came home crying and Katie gave her Money to buy a bracelet and a candy bar for the Secret Santa.
  • So this year, even when Maya had more money to spend on little gifts, it was still a very hard time for her, while everyone was happy and excited, she was anxious.
  • Riley: today is Secret Santa day!
  • Farkle: Yes! I hope I get awesome gifts...
  • Lucas: You guys play this game every year?
  • Maya: Yea... It sucks... I'm going to art room. Forgot something there yesterday. See you later in class...
  • Lucas: is Maya ok? She seemed a little sad...
  • Riley: Maya doesn't like Secret Santa
  • Lucas: How come?
  • Farkle: No one wants her to be their secret Santa.
  • Riley: Farkle!
  • Farkle: what? Its true!
  • Lucas: why is that? Don't they like Maya?
  • Riley: Maya is not the problem.
  • Farkle: Its her gifts. They are mostly hand made from recycled objects.
  • Lucas: But that's awesome. Like little works of art.
  • Farkle: Yeah... I guess not everybody is into it...
  • Riley: I liked my gifts from last years...
  • Farkle: o yeah? And how come you are not wearing your noodle bracelet right now?
  • Riley: murmurs...I don't have it anymore...
  • Farkle: what?
  • Riley: I said I don't have it anymore!
  • Farkle: what did you do to it Riley?
  • Riley: I lost it?
  • Farkle: lier!
  • Riley: Fine... Is in my room. Somewhere. and I don't wear it because I don't want to break it.
  • Farkle: is made of noodles Riley, not glass.
  • Riley: people already think I'm weird. I can't wear noodles, they'll make fun of me... Lets see if you wear yours this year!
  • Farkle: I don't have one!
  • Riley: not yet... But since last time she was my secret santa, now is your turn.
  • Farkle: No way!
  • Riley: farkle!
  • Farkle: Sorry Riles, No can do. Got to run, library book to return, see you later!
  • Riley: Farkle! You can't do this to me two years in a row! We had a deal! Damn....
  • Lucas: ok, what just happened?
  • Riley: Farkle bailed on me...
  • Lucas: what deal?
  • Riley: one year is my secret santa, next was suposed to be his. And is his turn. Last year was mine. That was the deal.
  • Lucas: don't worry Riles, I'll take Farkle's place.
  • Riley: Really?
  • Lucas: Gladly.
  • Riley: You are so nice. Thank you! You always coming to rescue me.
  • Lucas: yeah...
  • Riley: lets head to class to make the special Secret Santa arrangements with dad. He knows about the deal.
  • At class, Mr Mattews puts all their names except for Mayas and Lucas in the bowl, and calls each student forward to take a little piece of paper in the front desk. On purpose he calls Maya and places two pieces of paper both with lucas name on it and Maya grabs one.
  • Maya: (unfolds paper) great...
  • Mr Mattews calls Lucas and he takes the last remaining paper, and nods at Mr Mattews knowing that he'll be Mayas Secret Santa.
  • After class...
  • Farkle: so what did you get?
  • Riley: I can't tell you! Is ruins the purpose of the game. Is called "secret" santa for a reason...
  • Farkle: c'mon... Not even a clue?
  • Riley: No!
  • Lucas: I got a very nice name...
  • Maya: I got the worst...
  • Farkle: It can't be that bad.
  • Maya: it is.
  • (Riley and Lucas look at eachother with worry)
  • Riley: why is it so terrible?
  • Maya: because is gonna be hard to please this one... Is gonna take a lot of work.
  • Lucas: how come?
  • Maya: It just is. Stop asking things. I better go... I need time to think.
  • Riley: let her be. She's worried because she wants you to like her presents. Now she'll isolate herself to think about and make the gifts.
  • Lucas: I can hardly wait.
  • Next week they were suposed to start with the gifts...
  • Maya was nowhere to be seen.
  • Farkle: good morning Riley. Guess what was in my locker?
  • Riley: a secret santa gift?
  • Farkle: yes! How did you know?
  • Riley: Look! (Opens locker door)
  • Farkle: Nice teddy bear!
  • Riley: I know right? Is the cuttest little teddy beat with the cuttest little sweater. I'm so happy. What did you get?
  • Farkle: just a card...
  • Riley: sure is just a card?
  • Farkle: for now... Yes. But is musical. And says that more is to come! So I'm happy.
  • Lucas: hey guys.
  • Riley: hi lucas. Look! A teddy!
  • Farkle: card! You?
  • Lucas: i don't know. Haven't found anything.
  • They get to class and in his desk is a red box with a green bow.
  • He smiles and puts it in his bag.
  • Farkle: aren't you gonna open it?
  • Lucas: not yet.
  • Farkle: would you let me see?
  • Lucas: later dude.
  • (Maya walks in)
  • Riley: what did you get?
  • Maya: nothing yet. I guess my secret santa forgot about it.
  • Farkle: or maybe later you'll find it.
  • Lucas drops his books on purpose and as he gets down to get them up he puts a little envelope in Maya's bag when she's not looking.
  • After class everybody heads home. Lucas can't wait anymore to open the little box. He carefully removes the green ribbon and opens the red box to find a very artsy horse sculpture made of clay. Is a white horse. And Lucas liked it so much he put it in his bedside table.
  • When Maya got home, she opened her bag to find her keys and felt the heavy envelope with her hand, took it out and opened it. It was a beautiful bracelet for charms with a single snow flake charm. She liked it. A lot. She had a feeling this secret santa was gonna be different. But for now she needed to finish her next secret santa proyect.
  • Would Ranger Rick like the horse sculpture? She'll know tomorrow for sure.
  • Next day:
  • Riley: so, what was it?
  • Lucas: a beautyful sculpture.
  • Farkle: can I see it?
  • Lucas: is in my room, but sure, someday.
  • Maya was smiling when she heard he liked it.
  • Riley: so Maya. What did you get?
  • Maya just held her wrist for her to see.
  • Riley: ahww that's so pretty!
  • Farkle: so mine was the worst!
  • Riley: relax farkle, is just the first...
  • Lucas: yeah buddy, you might get a charm bracelet next time!
  • Farkle: ha ha
  • Next week: was second gift time.
  • Riley: guess what I got?
  • Farkle: Another teddy?
  • Riley: No! But is just as cute!
  • Farkle: what is it?
  • Riley: A puppy calendar! Look, it has the cutest puppy pictures you can imagine, there's even one with a bunny!
  • Farkle: yeah really cute. Look what I got!
  • Riley: that isn't so bad...
  • Farkle had a pen and a little notepad with little pine trees.
  • Farkle: yeah, is true. At least is something I can use.
  • Riley: That is true. Hey Maya what about you?
  • Maya: notting yet, I mean wasn't in my locker.
  • Farkle: Lucas?
  • Lucas: my locker was empty too. Lets go to class.
  • And there was again. A little red box with green bow on his desk. Only this time there was one silver box with a pink bow on Maya's desk too.
  • Lucas: see, I did got something.
  • Maya: Me too.
  • Farkle: what is it?
  • Lucas: can't tell yet. I'll open it later.
  • Maya: I got more charms, a candy cane, a ginger bread man and a christmas tree. And a real candy cane. Yummy.
  • Lucas smiled to himself.
  • At home he opened his box. There was a coin, a very special coin that he knew so well. The one with the cowboy ridding a bull. The same one his grandfather promissed to give him so many years ago but didn't. But how did she get it?
  • Next week, third secret santa day.
  • Riley found the cutest little candy abd ginger bread house.
  • Riley: can you believe it? Su cute and delicious!
  • Farkle: yea yea...
  • Riley: didn't liked yours?
  • Farkle: look... A calculator. I mean, is useful but not thoughful...
  • Riley: yea, I guess you could say that.
  • Maya: lets get inside class (smiling)
  • Farkle: Maya eager to get to class... That's a new one...
  • Lucas: I wanna go in too, there must be my gift waiting for me.
  • And it was.
  • The usual red box. But now it was bigger and read Fragile! Do not shake.
  • Maya: look more charms... No, just one a snow man and a gift card with 25 dls, this is so cool.
  • Farkle: home?
  • Lucas: yeah. Not until home.
  • And when he arrived home he opened his gift. His favorite. Cherry pie. Only when he tasted it he knew, it wasn't just a cherry pie, was his grandma's recipe. He smiled so much it made his face hurt that afternoon. And he ate it all. Didn't share one bit. And he loved it.
  • Next week. It was cheistmas eve. The last gift, when it all came down to telling who was their secret santa.
  • Riley: Omg Look at this!
  • Farkle: what?
  • Riley: just when I tough it couldn't get better. A snow globe with me inside in a cheerleading outfit. And it says "I'll always believe in you" omg! Farkle?
  • Farkle: (smiles) yeah... Tough you would like it.
  • Riley: I live it... Omg please don't open yours!
  • Farkle: why not? (Opens locker)
  • A really unexpected thing happened, some colored watter got splashed on his face and he got a recorded message saying: "you bailed on me! ME! And you thought that was ok, well time to think again pal. Happy Christmas not! Enjoy making calculations and taking notes on how to be a better friend! "
  • Farkle: Riley!
  • Riley: Sorry! I was mad at you. I tried to warn you!
  • Farkle: your gift sucks big time. I bet Maya's was better.
  • Riley: Serves you right for bailing on me.
  • Maya opened hers to find a single heart charm and a letter that said "thank you for all those amazing gifts. They made me feel like home and it was special. I know this was hard for you but jeep doing what you love. And you are an amazing artist Maya, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. -yours Ranger Rick"
  • When Lucas got home he opened his box. And it was empty, no present. Just a note in the bottom, with an adress. And so, he took his phone and jacket and the little piece of paper and went there. Nothing could prepare him for it, it was a mural in the side of a drugstore. The picture was amazing with so much detail. It was Lucas' favorite horse from Texas. And himself ridding it in a very beautiful prairie. He took pictures of the mural with his phone and stayed all afternoon admiring the artwork, must have taken her so much time. Days maybe.
  • When he turned she was there.
  • Maya: taking pictures of my art?
  • Lucas: don't you mean mine?
  • Maya: touche
  • Lucas: nice gift. I just wish I could take it home.
  • Maya: I have the sketch at home if you want it.
  • Lucas: I do, thank you. Most have taken you days...
  • Maya: it did... But for you, it was worth it.
  • Lucas: you are really somehting you know...
  • Maya: yeah... I've heard...
  • Lucas: so, you talked to grandma?
  • Maya: yeah
  • Lucas: I knew that was her pie!
  • Maya: Heeey, I made it! And it took me like 5 pies to get it right.
  • Lucas: it was perfect. Thank you.
  • Maya: anytime huckleberry.
  • Lucas: so, 5 pies?
  • Maya: yeah?
  • Lucas: have any left?
  • Maya: sure, lets go home.
  • Lucas: lead the way mah-am
  • Maya: you are such a huckleberry.

i want to register for a five day lindy hop course this summer that’s happening in the city right next to mine but i looked at the pictures of the swing events from the last few years and it’s mostly people over 45 that seem to be participating and i don’t have a partner to go with which would mean having to make friends with the other people in the course and i’m really not good at making friends with people over 45 (also the last day of the course is also the day i turn 19 and i kinda don’t want to spend that day with a bunch of people my parents age…) 
i really want to go but this is giving me anxiety to be honest…

the story of us

Summary: Everyone had a soulmark that contained the very last words their soulmate would say to them. The words on John’s forearm had haunted him since he was old enough to read and understand them. (Eleven/Rose soulmate AU)

Warnings: Major Character Death (angst was requested okay), largely takes place in a hospital

AN: For the absoultely amazing and wonderful and patient @madmaninachevyimpala who requested this like…six months ago. Maybe longer. I hope this is worth the wait, Sable! ♥

AN #2: based on this post

Word Count: 2177

AO3

John hated his soulmark. He’d hated it ever since he was old enough to know what it meant, that the words printed in a messy hand across his forearm were the last words his soulmate would say to him.

I think this is the end of our story. I love you.

He hated endings. He tore out the last pages of books and avoided goodbyes, trying to stave off the pain that he knew he’d have to face up to one day. Something in him yearned for his the person that was supposed to be the other half of his soul but he dreaded meeting them when he knew he would lose them one day, when he knew the words scrawled on his arm would break his heart into tiny pieces.

When John met Rose Tyler he instantly knew she would be the one who would tear him to shreds with just a few words and he couldn’t bring himself to care. For there to be an ending to their story, there had to be a beginning and that was something he treasured above anything.

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i and love and you | naruto

prompt: one of them gets sick and the other has to take care of them. @stellatiate
sum: you and me, we flew
a/n: i’m going to start taking prompts on my narfic sideblog @datte-ba, just fyi! also, please reblog + comment! 

Hanabi doesn’t expect him to make an appearance. Or, maybe she does, but not this quickly.

Kou offers the younger Hyuuga sister an amused look as she passes by, but Hanabi is careful not to do more than smile. Naruto’s eagerness in regards to all things concerning her sister is an easily laughable thing, but in a good way. His open and endless love for Hinata Hyuuga brings a smile and affectionate laughter to almost anyone’s face, sometimes even Hiashi’s.

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