this show continues to ruin my life

About Gishwhes

I was determined to stay away from fandom drama, but since Misha announced that Gishwhes as we know it it coming to an end a lot of people who call themselves Misha-fans have been awful on social media. I understand that this is very important for many people, their opportunity to interact and connect with others, gave their fears, and do different acts of kindness. But that doesn’t give anyone the right to be mean and leave cruel and rude comments to Misha. He reads the replies (Not all off course, but he does) and people behaving so terribly and selfishly without trying to understand why he might have decided to end Gishwhes as we know it is being very ungrateful to him.

He didn’t have to create and share Gishwhes with us. The actors don’t owe us anything. They don’t have to go out of their way to be kind and interact with their fans and help them with silly videos and reciting poetry. And Misha has done all of that for us. So yes, grieve, but doesn’t be insensitive and an asshole. Enjoy the last Gishwhes as we know it and make sure to thank Misha instead of telling him how he’s ruining everything.

If he made this decision, it’s because he needed to. We don’t know what’s going on in his private life or if he has other professional engagements that wouldn’t allow him to continue Gishwhes like he wants to.

Be grateful and be kind. Show him that the kindness he has given us and stirred in us is there no matter what~

Romeo And Juliet (Cole Sprouse Imagine)

College Cole Sprouse Imagine ;) Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera A/N : sorry it took so long! Hope you like it 💓 ————

“Yes! OK, I will call you after Y/BF/N, my tour is here,” you rushed down the phone, aware that a teacher was walking in your direction.

“Ok Y/N, good luck babe!” She cheered from the other end of the line.
Without another word to each other, you hung up. Today was the day that was going to shape your future. You were starting college.

Your family had only just moved to North Carolina from London, and you were starting your new school. Ever since you were little, you have wanted to act. It has been your life ambition and finally, it was coming true. Your parents new how much this meant to you, so when you got accepted into The Royal Academy of Performing Arts in North Carolina, you moved out here. It was hard saying goodbye to all your best friends; Y/BF/N had cried so hard and given you a beautiful photo of the two of you taken at your 16th birthday, two years ago. It was even harder getting on the plane and watching the home you knew so well just fade away, and eventually turn to nothing.

But the hardest thing was how you stuck out like a sore thumb by wearing a woolly jumper and jeans in one of the hottest states in America, on one of the hottest days of the year. It wasn’t your fault you had packed wrong, your clothes were suited to the rain and wind of England, not the sun and sea of North Carolina. Now you had to suffer.
Excited as you were, there was a small downside; you were joining in the middle of a term. People would already have partners for their projects, and you would be lonely at the back of the classroom.

But there was no point in complaining – your dream was coming true at last.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The teacher asked in a strong American accent as he eventually arrived in front of you, a clipboard and pen in hand.

You smiled shyly, unsure how to react to a new person in a new place, “Hi.”

The man gave you a reassuring look, “I’m Professor Warren, your drama teacher. The receptionist told me you would be here, and,” he continued, handing you a colourful piece of paper, “this is your time table.”

You looked down at the busy schedule in your hands.

“As you will notice,” Professor Warren kept going, “you actually do have two periods of drama now, so we’ll get going, shall we?” He finished, and before you could reply, he started to walk.

Grabbing your bag off the bench and shoving both your timetable and phone into it, you started to walk into the colleges main building. It was a relief to be out of the sun with your thick jumper on, and you were already looking forward to arriving to the classroom when you could take it off for good.

After a couple of minutes of walking in silence, Professor Warren slowed down in front of a classroom with a fully black painted door.

“This,” he indicated towards the door behind him, “is a sound-proof room where magic happens. It’s also your drama room for the next two years so I would make yourself at home. Are you ready?” He asked nicely.

You took a deep breath inwards, and nodded firmly, trying to convince yourself more than anything.

You were an actor – even if you weren’t ready for a new step in your life, you could at least pretend it. But there was no need.

Because Professor Warren opened the door, and a whirlwind of noise was released like a dragon awakening.

Brightly coloured posters littered the walls, and rails and rails of handmade-costumes stood proudly at the sides, each stitch holding someone’s blood, sweat and tears. The graffiti covered desks were pushed into circle around the outside of the brightly lit room, and in the middle, there was a performance taking place. It seemed quite extravagant, with the use of a mannequin and a feather boa, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it due to the roars of laughter erupting every five seconds. The actors were tall, both boys. You could only see the back of the their heads, but when their audience looked in your direction and silenced, they stopped abruptly and turned.

Automatically, your heart stopped. The two boys were most definitely twins, the only difference being one had blonde hair, whereas the other had raven-coloured and bluer eyes that were looking directly at you. His gaze made you shiver slightly and react in such a way that was unusual – it was almost like you loved the attention, but hated his eyes directly upon you. Conscious of you standing awkwardly, you tucked your hair behind your ear and broke contact with the cute boy.

“Guys, I would like to introduce Y/N Y/L/N,” Professor Warren announced, answering the stares of the onlookers whose thoughts you could all hear judging you, “she’s new, just moved from England. Please make her feel welcome.” He gave a stern look to a particular girl at the back of the class who had her feet on the desk and was chewing gum quite obnoxiously. You made a mental note to keep away from her.

You stole a quick glance at the tall, dark and mysterious boy in the middle of the room and took in his appearance: white shirt, blue flannel over the top with black skinny jeans. He was tall enough too be attractive, not too tall to be weird. His fair skin contrasted elegantly with his ocean blue eyes…which happened to still be directly staring at you. A tingle went down your spine like lightning at the thought of someone finding you remotely interesting to look at - you never thought your looks were of such a high quality standard.

But obviously, he thought otherwise.

“Ok so the groups you were in yesterday, I want you to rejoin and I will give you your new assignment. Y/N, you can join Dylan’s group,” Professor Warren instructed.

You didn’t have to ask who Cole was, because at the sound of his name, someone whooped. Glancing backwards, you saw that it was the blonde twin who looked highly excited to have you joining his group. Someone was making sure everything was going effect for you today, and you made a note to thank them if you ever got to meet them.

Turning on your heels, both hesitantly and eagerly, you started to make your way to the centre of the room. Nobody was paying an interest to you anymore as they were all focused on their own groups and trying to swap so they could be with their friends like they were back in high school.

As you silently walked towards the group, Professor Warren started writing on the board at the front of the room.

“Your assignment in your groups is to re-enact a scene of Romeo and Juliet. It will go towards your final semester grade so make sure you work on it properly,” he justified.

The blonde twin stuck his hand out to you, “Hey, I’m Dylan.”

You smiled graciously, thankful someone was making an effort to get to know you.

He was definitely nice on the eye, but he wasn’t the one catching your interest.

The tall blonde boy on his left spoke next - “I’m Luke.”

You smiled at them both, and a feeling in your stomach told you that you were going to be friends for a long time.

The girl who had previously had her feet on the desk was in your group, but she just stared at you in disgust. There was always one girl who was judgemental so you weren’t particularly fussed.

“Emma, don’t be rude,” Dylan told her, his American accent sounding particularly good on him.

She huffed, “well you’ve just said my name, so there’s no point in me saying it then.” And with that she started to bite at her perfectly-precise-hot-pink nails.

The one person you wanted to speak still hasn’t. He was staring intently at you, as if you were some sort of puzzle he was trying to decode.

“Dude, say something!” Luke hit him playfully, following his gaze and seeing the intense eye contact you two were inducing.

The mystery guy was snapped back to reality, clearing his throat and looking at you once again with his soft eyes that melted your soul.

He smiled at you, and you returned it.

“I’m Cole.”


“And that is our story!” You proudly told the group of people in front of you.

They were in awe at you and your boyfriend holding hands at the table.

Camilas eyes were full of longing, “So you honestly just met in college two years ago?”

You nodded at looked at the smitten boy perched on the arm of your chair. Cole smiled back down at you, a simple action making your heart erupt.

“No, I don’t believe that’s the end. What about Romeo and Juliet?” Lili questioned, her ears not fully satisfied until they had been exposed to the cuteness of the ending.

“I can explain this part,” Cole told you, his eyes lighting up like stars when they looked straight at you.
“So we worked on the Romeo and Juliet play, and Professor Warren wanted to see what Y/N could do, so she was given the part of Juliet. Dylan was originally given the part of Romeo, but when he found out that I had started to like Y/N, he swapped for Mercutio. It just went on from there - we had to spend so much time together to work ok out parts and eventually we became best friends. Something just clicked and we just had a laugh. Trouble is, I was more than friends. Honestly, I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her at first sight. And little did I know, Y/N liked me back. Remember the other girl Emma? Well turns out she had had some sort of thing for me, so on the day of the performance she tried to sabotage it by ruining Y/N’s costume. The security cameras told the truth though when she tried to lie her way out of it. In the end, the show went on and she was given detention. The show was amazing, one of the best I’ve ever done, but that might be because I had a good partner.”

You blushed.

Cole continued, “so many people congratulated us afterwards and asked if we were dating in real life. Y/N here was about to answer no, but I managed to say yes before she could. She just looked at me and smiled, held my hand and that was it. We started dating there and then.”

You smiled up at Cole, your heart longing to hold onto this moment forever.

Lili and Cami stared the connection you had lighting up between you two. It was magical.

“ALL ACTORS FOR SCENE 7 PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE STUDIO,” a voice over the loud speaker announced.

You had managed to snatch a last minute starring role on Riverdale, which was incredible as you got to do your favourite thing in the world with your favourite person in the universe.

Your entire table stood up, Cole taking a hold of your hand. The scene would only be quick, it was a shot of the gang on the school field.

Before you had chance to follow Lili out of the room, Coles grabbed your arm gently, keeping you rooted to the spot. You waited until the girls had left and turned around to face a sincere looking boyfriend.

“Y/N?” Cole spoke quietly, his eyes not leaving yours.


He gave you such a small smile that it was almost missed, but his eyes lit up like fireworks. The lingered on your face, taking every inch of your presence into his mind, body and soul.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your own, the invisible shield between you shimmering away and melting into his arms that were resting carefully on your waist. Your own entangled themselves into his soft raven hair, keeping you connected at all costs.
It just felt right with him. It was cliché, but the truth when you said - you were falling deeper in love with Cole Sprouse every day.

And little did you know, he was feeling the exact same way.

Originally posted by rhyfle


Written for Royai Week 2015. This is the last of my one-shots. Maybe one day I’ll write the remaining ones for the other RW prompts, but it’s not in my plans for now. I might change some of these titles though because some are really terrible and I just called them by the prompts.

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It was the last weekend in Central before Edward and Alphonse returned to Resembool. Besides, the newly promoted Brigadier General Mustang, now that he finally had his old team of subordinates back, would be heading for Ishval in a matter of days. Everyone had agreed on meeting at Roy’s apartment tonight, for one last gathering before they went their separate ways.

Dinner went smoothly: jokes, sarcastic remarks, anecdotes, a few insults that caused no harm, praise for accomplishments and offers of help and support in the future if needed.

As she drank her coffee, Riza looked over the cup and watched the Elric brothers. Edward was enthusiastically eating a piece of cake, but Alphonse looked distracted; he rubbed one of his eyes and turned his head to the opposite side of his brother. He may have hidden it from Edward, but Riza noticed the yawn.

When Breda made a pause on his retelling of a story of his academy days, Riza used the moment to interrupt.


The blonde boy looked at her, along with everyone else at the table.

“You seem tired. Do you want me to drive you back to your dorm?”

Edward turned to his younger brother immediately and frowned. “Al, why didn’t you tell me?” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head back.”

Alphonse shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine, brother!” He grinned so widely that his eyes were closed when he spoke. “You’re having a good time; I don’t want you to miss it just because I’m a little tired.”

Riza smiled sweetly. “I can take you, Al, and Edward can join you later.”

Roy, who was sitting next to Riza and a little too close, touched her arm. “No need for you to leave, Lieutenant.” He turned his attention to the boy. “Alphonse, take my bed. Whether you wake up in an hour or stay until morning, I won’t mind. We’ll probably stay up all night.”

Alphonse stared at Edward. “What do you say, brother?”

Edward shrugged. “It’s alright by me if you want to, Al. But if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head again. “Uh-uh.” Then, he said to Roy, “Well, if it’s no bother…”

“Of course not,” Roy answered amiably.

Riza stood up. “Come on, Al. I’ll show you to his room.”

With help from Edward, Alphonse stood up and used his cane to walk behind Riza. “Thanks, Lieutenant,” he said.

The two of them left the dining room and, while Riza helped Al to bed, the men continued talking.

“And so Rebecca and I are going to be officially dating when we come back from Ishval,” Havoc said proudly.

Ed brushed a side of his hair with his fingers and groaned with frustration. “Seriously, you said that like five times already. Don’t you have anything new to share?”

Havoc gasped, and then lit a cigarette as he replied, “Well, excuse me for being happy. You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend.” He put the cigarette in his mouth.

Fuery lifted an eyebrow. “But he does have one.” He turned to Ed and asked, “Aren’t you and Miss Rockbell together?”

Edward startled and blushed furiously. “What?! No, no, no!” He stood up and shook his arms in the air, crossing and uncrossing them at high speed. “We’re just friends! I don’t like her like that!”

Roy chuckled. “You should tell that to your face, you know?”

Edward sat back down, clearly ashamed and agitated. “Of course I’m going to blush if you’re going to suggest something like that about my childhood friend!” He sighed. “At least I’m better than someone who dates different women all the time with no shame.”

Roy leaned over the table and smirked. “You wish you could date such beautiful women.”

Ed rolled his eyes. “I don’t care about that. But one day, you’re going to actually love someone other than yourself and she will probably hate that attitude of yours.”

Roy relaxed in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Quietly, he said, “That’s some curious word you used there, Fullmetal. Do you honestly think I don’t love anyone?”

Edward blinked with confusion and lifted his chin. “What, you do?”

Falman coughed.

Very quietly, Fuery said, “Ed, don’t.”

Breda busied himself with another big piece of cake.

Havoc lit another cigarette.

Roy pursed his lips. “I’m surprised you ask, Edward. Everyone else here knows the answer to that, as you can see.”


Edward looked at the men. They were all nodding except for Fuery, who was wiping tears from his face.

Roy took a deep breath before speaking. “There is, in fact, one woman I love, Edward. I love her more than my own life, too.”

Edward listened with great interest, having not expected any reply of the sort.

“Tell you more,” Roy continued.

“Boss!” Havoc interrupted.

Roy ignored him. “She’s the only woman in this house right now.”

Riza sat down next to Roy.

Edward watched the scene agape. Aware of all the eyes on her, Riza simply took back her cup of coffee and drank the beverage again.

She made a face of disgust and left the cup on the table. “It’s cold.”

Edward gulped. “Uh, Lieutenant…?”

She looked at him. “Yes?”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I asked Mustang about it. I don’t think he would have wanted you to hear—”

“Don’t worry, Ed. I already knew.”

“…You did?”

She smiled at Ed and nodded.

“Did… did he tell you?” he dared to ask.

Riza looked at Roy, her expression getting even softer, warmer. “It isn’t hard to see.”

Edward stared dumbfounded at the pair. The silence lasted for a whole minute. Roy was lost in Riza’s eyes; his expression serene and full of tenderness. It was obvious that he was totally in love with the woman at his side. Ed mentally kicked himself for not having noticed it earlier.

The awkwardness grew as the seconds passed, and Ed felt like just standing up, waking up his brother and getting out of there.

“Do you want to know, Ed?”

The older Elric looked at the person who talked to him. Riza was patiently waiting for a reply.

“Know what?”

“If I love the General.”

He started to sweat and talked nervously. “No, no, it’s none of my business, really. I mean, unless you want to tell me, but I’m not asking; not at all.”

“I do,” Riza said. “I do love him.”

Havoc had a lit cigarette in each hand. Fuery was weeping, failing miserably at trying to dry his cheeks with a handkerchief. Falman was reading a magazine he found nearby, and Breda served himself the last piece of cake.

Edward was speechless. He didn’t understand. How had he missed this for so long?

“But…” he said. “You’re not dating, are you?”

“Of course not,” Roy replied. “It is one thing to have this feeling for each other, but it’s against the military rules to act on it.”

Ed looked down. “So you can’t be together, even if you want to,” he concluded.

“Right,” Riza said.

He frowned sadly. “I’m sorry.”

She showed him a wry smile. “It’s alright, Ed. This is the life we chose.”

Edward was about to say something else, but Riza continued.

“But please,” she said, “do not talk about this to anyone. Our careers are at stake. This is very important, Edward.” Her tone got even more serious. “We’re trusting you with this information.”

Ed nodded, knowing better than thinking of ruining Roy’s and Riza’s lives with a simple slip of his tongue. “I promise I won’t tell.” He frowned. “But what about Al?”

Riza smiled. “You can tell your brother, Ed. But no one else, please.”

“You have my word, Lieutenant.”

Soon enough, the topic of conversation changed, and everyone else became talkative again. When it was time to leave, Edward went to the bedroom and woke up his brother. Falman and Fuery had left minutes ago, and Havoc would take Breda and the Elric brothers to their dorms. Riza said she would stay a little longer, just to help Roy tidy up the place.

By the time they were back and got ready for sleep, Edward had told Alphonse everything he missed at the table. The younger brother was happy to hear about Roy and Riza, and he couldn’t keep his grin off of his face as he changed clothes.

“Hey, Al,” Edward said. He was helping Al to lie down on his bed. “I know it’s great that Mustang and Hawkeye know that they love each other and all that, but there isn’t much to be happy about. They can’t be together after all.”

Al smiled. “I’m sorry, brother. You’re right. It’s just that…” He turned off the lamp on his bedside table. “Something weird happened when I went to sleep to the General’s room. I told the Lieutenant that the mattress was amazing; hard enough to help me keep a good posture, but still soft enough to be very comfortable.”

Ed got into his bed and lifted an eyebrow. “What’s so weird about that?”

Alphonse closed his eyes. “That the Lieutenant smiled at me and said, believe me Alphonse, I know.”


I’ve been curious about the time travelling thing for years, but recently one of my favourite historical blogs recommended it. So I started watching it.

The first half of the first season was disappointing. Instead of historical events, it looked more like a Marquise de Sade novel, where everywhere Claire goes she’s at a danger of rape (which is probably historically accurate but I’m not the one to judge, I just don’t like rape ok). So I stopped watching after episode 8 or 9… Then I was bored and continued watching it, thought it’d be funny…




Oh my God, Claire told him that she’s from the future, and Jamie is an angel full of love and understanding!!! Murtagh is like the BEST character ever ok?! I can’t even tell you how the last two episodes of season one RUINED ME?! Season two?! FRANCE?! BITCH SIGN ME UP!!! Fergus and Hildegarde are freaking amazing?! I loved how they showed Claire’s PTSD?! Brianne acted like a little bitch but it’s all because of her fiery Fraser blood?!

I love Gaelic now?! I love the “Sing me a song” song so much?! The opening, with one of the first faerie scenes?! I CAN’T?! Late 1960s fashion?!

Ok but I need more Jamie in the next season. And I need Claire and Jamie to be together again. I probably can’t survive this show without Murtagh, but OK, I’ll fasten my seatbelts.


Prince On Every Tour: 1999

It’s Friday night Tumblr, it’s 8:30, and part of me wants to hightail it to bed again like I did last night. Is it just me or has it been THE LONGEST WEEK?! A lot going on, but I’m using the scraps of energy I have left to get into the next Prince on every tour. Shall we begin? Tonight’s show is a real treat for me and is easily one of my favorites:


Overview:  Okay. OKAY. I just want you all to understand that this post was almost certainly about to look like this:

BUT, I’m trying to do better in life. So I stopped, collected myself, and decided to try to give some semblance of a readable post. This my attempt. 

We find Prince in the same arena a year later, yet he’s of course hit another level up. At least he gave us more than 6 months to cope with the greatness of the Controversy tour we attended. We’ve decided that the last concert was him definitely coming more into his own, but maybe with still a bit of an unrefined touch to it. By this show, it’s ALL refined. And I say that not just because he is my fave here ya’ll. I mean it sincerely.

Let’s start with the dancing. He was so full of energy before that some of it came off awkward, but completely endearing. Here though, we see that Prince swag that some may know from Purple Rain onwards. But I promise ya’ll it’s here in 1999. We’re seeing his signature splits become more prominent, and the overall James Brown influence has fully emerged in his movements. We also are seeing that dual femininity/masculinity element to his movements become more evident. They’re elegant and graceful, but you don’t doubt for a second that he would also be able to… handle you. Or me. I will speak for myself. Actually, yeah, none of you think about that. Keep moving. Bye.

Sorry. Focused again. Promise. Basically, P just seems to be so much more comfortable on the stage overall by this point, therefore more playful than before. Take, for example, one of the most glorious 14 minute portions of a concert I’ve ever witnessed - How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore. He starts with just a piano jam sesh ( “ ‘Scuse me, I’m just jammin’ “) that turns extremely funky and EXCEEDINGLY rude. He sings, quite soulfully, that he really wants your *insert kitty emoji here* this evening. One would think that as many times as I’ve watched JUST THAT PART, it wouldn’t affect me, but no. I’ve had no growth as far as that’s concerned. I’m fine with it. As the sesh turns into How Come, he gets increasingly extra, until the breakdown (MAD FUNKY) in which he then graces us with the most of that liquid velvet (what I refer to his voice as) we’ve heard thus far on a tour as he accuses us of having another man…or woman, how we’re to blame for him screaming out our name while tryna make love to his other woman, and pleading with us to call him some time, all culminating in asking us if we wanna play with his tootsie roll. To which I answer a resounding YES. I know this was purposeful. I know it was intentional. I know. But do I care? I SURE DONT. To quote boyfriend “now if you think that I’mma fool who’ll go for any line, honey put down all your money, you’d win every time.” I ghost wrote that. It’s who I am. *kanye shrug* 

His bandleader skills are also a 10 here. Not only can you see his growth on stage, but you can see everyone else’s. Dez is jamming and making his way across the stage with no shirt and that haircut I hate so much, Brownmark is having a ball on the bass, also shirtless. Fink continues to amaze on his solos. The sound is airtight, but if anything did go wrong, they knew how to make sure we couldn’t tell. More than anything, you can tell how much they’re all enjoying themselves. It’s infectious to watch. 

Production has stepped up. Not a whole lot going on besides the International Lover bed prop and my personal fave, the pole he refuses to stop sliding down for 3 tours in a row. But you can tell by the lighting, transitions between songs, etc. that he has honed every aspect  of the experience. At this point, we’re just waiting on funds (which are well on their way)  as the final part to having the type of production a performer like P needs. 

This entire concert (and tour in my opinion from all the shows I’ve seen) was executed with a confidence and swagger we had not yet seen from him before, but one we will continue to see blossom into a dangerous flower of swag and life ruining. It is, and forgive me (or don’t, this is what’s in my soul ya’ll) the emergence of daddy. Point. Blank. Period.

Favorite Number:
You can try to tell me there was a bad number in this show, but you’d be a double drag fool. Despite the fact that this era produced some of my absolute favorite music from him, these were all still stellar performances. I can’t imagine a single person in attendance not being on their feet for the duration of this show. 

Pretty much, I am stuck here. I would typically go with Lady Cab Driver, but nothing beats the Detroit 82 soundboard version. DMSR is always a jam, and I love the coordinated two step between him, Dez, and Brownmark. Let’s Work is always a hard jam too, and I LIVE for his dance on that song as well. So swaggy. Vocally, Do Me Baby and International Lover are standouts. His range on the recorded version of International Lover is INCREDIBLE, so hearing that live…just let me ascend please. How Come, for obvious reasons and also another vocally amazing performance. 

As I sit here in an internal battle with myself, I feel like I’m going International Lover. It’s a favorite from the album, he’s extra, he’s rude, and he’s sangin’. A combination of all the things I love. 

Favorite Outfit:
There weren’t many outfit changes here. He started out with the iconic purple trench, open-chested opera blouse, and the fitted, buttons-down-the-sides pants we’re used to now. It’s an outfit we’ve come to know and love. However, I’m thinking that I’m loving the moto jacket that matches his pants (perfectly cropped to not deprive us any portion of his booty, bless) fit the best. He just looks so doggone good in that all black getup. LORDT. Honorable mention to the purple moto jacket and headband he wore during International Lover though. It almost won simply because of my love of Prince in a headband/headwrap. Especially with those perfect 1999 curls cascading over it. 

Still Would Rating: Clearly.

Overall Rating: So I know several will think that this rating is based simply on the fact that this is my favorite iteration in one of my favorite shows. That is partially true. I mean, it’s a favorite for a reason, right? However, take all that away, and it was still an AMAZING show. He is on the precipice of his superstardom, so getting to see that before the clamor of Purple Rain (and trust me, I love PR) is thrilling to me. It’s like being privy to a secret a lot of people might not have really known yet. Like “ya’ll have no idea how he’s about to slay you for the next 30 years.” Plus, this era spawned some of my favorite music, not just from him, but from The Time (What Time Is It is their BEST album; let’s argue) and Vanity 6 (I am the obnoxious person who does all THREE sides of the conversation in If A Girl Answers), so being able to see those sets too was great. But even without those factors, if I knew nothing of Prince, I’d walk away from  having watched this feeling exhilarated, wanting more, and thinking “this dude is gonna be a legend.” 


Kamikaze 1/3

Prior to Russian Roulette.

→ Reader x Kai

→ A popular call girl is hired by a rich CEO to ruin his old friend Kai’s career and life.

→ Warnings: Angst/Thriller. Mentions of sex.

Word count: 1,8K

I had only expected another normal call.

Normal in my sense though, you know - the same greasy guys that had absolutely no chance to have sex with, I suppose, a normal person. They would hit me up with the same cringe-worthy ‘heey’ every time but it was alright because that was my job and I had gotten to this point in my life myself. I was alright.

But this- this was so far from normal.

Only a couple of minutes before I officially closed my line for they day, the phone had rung obnoxiously, startling me out of my small and cozy nap. I was prepared to kindly tell this person calling that he was a bit late and that I would not be able to schedule anything with him now- and that he could call earlier tomorrow.

Grabbing the phone and saying hello into the line, I was shocked to not hear another greasy ‘hey’ but instead a mature and deep voice speaking quickly. He spoke so fast and curtly that I was almost not able to understand anything. When I was finally able to focus, the voice stopped.

“Eh.. Hello?” My jaw was slack and I was only able to stare with wide eyes into the grungy wallpaper of my small apartment. I made a quick, internal note to starts saving some money to fix the place up.

The voice on the other side chuckled before sighing and starting again; slower this time. 

“Is this Y/N?”

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4:52PM Break

Thanks for the tag @carry-the-sky

I’m sorry this took so long to get to. I’m just so damn busy right now 😥


Post ten (10) songs you’re currently vibing to:

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i find it super interesting that in all the years i watched the vampire diaries i never saw this amount of passionate hate for damon that i see for clary. like he was a literal murdering rapist psychopath but was a hugely popular fan favourite. i only mention damon because i dont often have strong negative feelings for characters (because i just dont…. care that much) except for damon. and a lot of that stemmed from the fact that he was a fan favourite despite everything he did and continued to do. like the huge following he had literally pushed the main characters aside for his shitty storylines…. which largely ruined the show for me.

it just blows my mind how little empathy there is for her !!! everyone will go on and on about the trauma that all the other characters went through but what about clary??? like her mother was violently murdered?? she had her memories consistently erased for her whole life (stripping her of any agency) ??? shes been kidnapped how many times now?? her own father tried to use her a mass murdering weapon?? i honestly cant think of one instance that shes been purposefully malicious. like…. shes just an 18 year old kid trying her best and you guys get your kicks by dragging her 24/7. which would be fine if you contained that to your own circle jerk but you dont. kat can see all the shit you guys say on social media and its gross tbh


Root/Shaw Parallels: 4x11

‘Die for something that you love’

An Other Side of the War (Part 4)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Originally posted by fantasyimagine

~ Before year sixth ~

The Malfoy Manor was huge and impressive, but you couldn’t fucus on that more than two seconds. You all stopped at the living room - Draco close to your side, his mother in front of you; she had a hard time to start to speak. When she did, your fears became real. 

“Y/N… “ - she started in a low, teary voice. “There’s no good way to telling this… and I’m sorry that you have to hear it from me. After the events at the Ministry, your parents died.” 

The feeling was like somebody hit you in your chest extremely hard. Your heart skipped a beat and you wanted to scream really loud, but your breath stucked in your troath. Tears blurred your vision and you felt dizzy - you couldn’t see or hear anything anymore, only your heartbeat.  Slowly you started collapsing, until Draco’s hand catched you and pull you over to the couch. He sat beside you and you hugged him instantly, so hard and tightly that your hands started to hurt around his shoulder after a few minutes. You cried and cried and he said nothing, just gently storked your back. 

When you started to calm down a little and could use your brain again, you stood up quickly.

“How did they die?” - you asked Draco because Narcissa wasn’t there anymore, but when she heard your shout, she came back from the kitchen.

“I’m not sure you should know.” - she muttered.

“I think I deserve to know how my parents died! It was him, right?” She hesitated for a few seconds, but then she started. 

“The Dark Lord wasn’t pleased after the incidence at the Ministry. He cast the Cruciatus Curse on your mother, and when your father tried to protect her… well…”

She didn’t continue, but you didn’t care. Now you were angry; the words did not stuck in your throath anymore.

“Was it worth it?” - you shouted at her. “Is it worth it? Being so loyal and all to your beloved lord, yeah my parents were loyal, and look at where are they now! Look at where your husband are now… All of you just ruined your families lifes!” 

Her eyes was mildly teary as she answered you. “As long as you stay in my house, I’d like to ask you to show some respect.”

“Staying in here? Oh no, I’m not planning to stay with you any minute longer now.” And you were already on your way to the door, but Draco grabbed your arm. 

“Y/N, please. Your aunt will come and pick you up later on this month, but now, you’re alone. Let us help you.” If you wouldn’t be so emotionally unstable at that moment, you’d just probably stormed out, but as you looked in to his eyes that you never seen so sad earlier, you stayed. 

You stayed your room at the rest of the day, and nobody bothered you. But in the next morning, Draco came in to tell you the breakfast is ready; you were still in bed. 

“I’m not hungry.” - you answered without glanced at him.

“You should eat something. You skipped dinner yesterday too.” You didn’t answer to this, just stared the wall. He came closer and sat the edge of the bed, his hand on your shoudler. 

“I know how are you feeling…”

“You don’t.” - you cut him off with an edgy tone. He pulled his hand away from you.

“Right. I don’t. My mother is alive. My father is just in the Azkaban. But don’t forget they are on the same side. D’you think I never think about that that easily can happen to them too?” You felt ashamed. It was so easy to forget that he’s in a similar situation.. As you sat up you hugged him and murmured an “I’m sorry” in his ears. You went down to the dining room. At the table, Draco’s mother sat in front of you.

“Mrs. Malfoy, I’d like to apoligize for my behaviour yesterday. I didn’t mean to offended you or your family.” - you said. 

She let out a small smile. “It’s alright, Y/N, you’re hurt. And please call me Narcissa.” 

Your relationship with Draco and his mother now was restored, but your day wasn’t any better. You felt emptyness and deep sandess in turn. At night, you couldn’t sleep, so you decided to go to Draco’s room. You knocked and found him awake. “Is something wrong?” 

“I just couldn’t sleep. Can I… sleep with you?” He nodded and you went into his room, layed beside him. At least an hour passed, and you were still wide awake when you startet to cry silently. Draco probably was awake too, because he heard you immediately. He leaned above to you and gently made you to turn on to him, and you hugged him instantly, crying just more loudly. You buried your face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, running circles in your back with his hand. 

“It hurts so much.” - you whispered. 

“I know.” You fell asleep in his arms, and in the next morning you wake up in the smiliar positon.  

And from that day you got close to each other every day. It wasn’t like that cheeky flirting what you did in the last two years. It was more mature, deeper and honest. You kept sleeping with him, though you spent most of the night with deep converstations. He opened up to you and you opened up to him in a way that you never did before with anybody else earlier, and you were sure it was mutual. When he kissed you after months again, you felt you want him, no matter what will happen after that. 

After what happened with your parents, this summer could have been easily the worst period of your life. However, staying at the Malfoy Manor was a good choise afterall - Draco not just helped you to feel yourself better, but you clearly fell in love with him every day just more and more; you had so many sweet moments. 

Like when you took a hot bubble bath and he sat next to the tub in a chair, reading to you from his favourite book. Or when he teached you how to play Quidditch in their backyard - even if you thought you were hopeless in this. Or the night when he took your virginity; and he was kind and gentle and worried - “I don’t want to hurt you.” - he said too many times before you convinced him you’ll be fine. 

And that sleepy late morning, when both of you were still in bed, eyes just slightly open, and you draw circles on his bare shoulder with your fingertip. 

“What will happen now? There’s war.” - you muttered. 

“At this point I only know one thing - I love you. And I’ll do everything to keep you safe. We’ll figure it out.” he smiled, and you knew it’s not that easy, but his words was so calming. 

After a month your aunt came for you. It was hard to say him goodbye, even if you knew you’ll see him again within four weeks. 

“Write to me.” - you said at the doorway, wrapped in his arms.

“Of course I will.” He kissed your forehead, you hugged Narcissa aswell, and disapparated with your aunt.



#pllendame #wtfwasthat?

Ok so, PLL stopped being awesome years ago but I didn´t really gave up hope after the time jump. The AD emoji weirdo plus the whole spaleb/haleb storyline really ruined what was left of the show for me. 

I stopped watching the show then but I kinda kept up with some posts and yt videos because I still wanted to know how it was going to end. And in my opinion it was a mess. The storyline and the ships, both were ruined by bad writting and fatal continuity.

About the ships…

The point of a time jump is to show how people change with time, how they were no longer high school girls, they were adults with different lifes and responsabilites. And in real life the truth is that you move on from you high school sweetheart and that doesnt mean you didnt love them or what you had wasnt real it just means that people changes and grows apart and thats ok, it happens. 

All of the couples broke up for valid reasons. They wanted different things, their priorities were not the same and they had to get different experiencies and meet new people. 

Toby was happy with Yvonne. She was really likable and of course his relationship with Spencer turned a little awkward at times but that happens. Spencer was still happy for him and the truth is that Toby chose Yvonne. Even though he was always gonna care about Spencer, he chose to start a life with Yvonne. And as much as I loved Spoby in the beginning I think Spencer deserves better that Toby settling for her cause Yvonne died. I hated that. If they wanted spoby to be endgame they should have do it differently. Not like they just got stucked together. Also, Toby had a hole non-con issue with Jenna in the past and that´s not a topic to treat lightly. It´s messed up and just… wrong. And they did it again with Alex. Toby did not consent to have sex with her, he thought he was with Spencer so, no matter how you called it or how you justify it, it was rape and that was awful. 

Hanna was happy with Jordan. She was gonna get married and they were planning a life together. She had told him everything about her past which was a big deal, and she always had that big smile when they talk on the phone or when she saw him. He was good for her and he could be a part of the life she wanted. Of course it was gonna be weird to watch one of your best friends fall for your ex boyfriend, someone who was really important to you, but she was engaged and Spencer was honest with her about her feelings. Caleb and Spencer had met again years ago and they have shared moments and start a different relationship, even though they had always got along well. Even if the conection started then, they waited cause the timming wasnt right and after that first kiss your could see that they were really happy together, creating something new and good in the middle of the whole mess. Honestly, for me Caleb had a radical change from one episode to another. He was really supportive with spencer, he was cordial towards Hanna and Jordan and of course there was some awkwardness at first but I never really felt like he was still in love with her. I really saw him trying with Spencer and betting on that relationship. Then BOOM! suddenly he was plotting with Hanna and they were holding hands and he was ignoring spencer and I was like.. Wait a minute did I miss an episode or what? I hated that, i think it was terrible writting. I was afraid they were gonna get haleb back together but did it had to be with cheating involved? I saw it really out of character, both from Hanna and Caleb and it made me really dislike them. I also hated how everyone was hatting on Spencer for dating caleb years after his relationship with hanna but it was ok for hanna to sleep with him just a couple of days after his break up with spencer. And the whole getting married thing? Totally rushed. Don´t get me wrong, I don´t hate haleb and I was pretty sure they were gonna be endgame but I hated the way they did it. Specially after the whole door scene, where Hanna was present. I mean he was asking spencer for another chance and then he went back to hanna, What if spencer had said yes? I think it just ruined three good relationships and it should have been managed better. Personally, and I know its not a popular opinion, but I´d have loved for spaleb to be endgame. 

Emison… never was a fan of it but, again, I was pretty sure it was gonna happen. I never really liked the way Allison treated Emily but Ali changed a lot and their relationship was different now. Still, the whole pregnancy thing was SICK and just WRONG. Alison was impregnated against her will and Emily´s eggs were use without her consent and it was treated so lightly, like does this show really make girls think that these sort of things are ok to happen? Also, Emily had chosen Paige. And I think that if I was an emison shipper I´d like my ship together beause they choose to and no because one of them is suddenly pregnant with the other´s baby. And I know what Emily sort of always loved Ali but still, the babies really rushed their relationship and that was just wrong.

Ezra kinda manipulated his way into Aria and the girl´s life and got involved with a minor, which also WRONG and I never really liked this relationship a lot but they also got their happy ending cause… reasons.

So, let´s make a time time jump… 5 years into the future just so we can get all the ships back together cause the girls are all gonna end up with the girl/boy they met in highschool. Grrrr I was so pissed at that.

Now… the storyline. 

How many plot holes can you have? Why adding so much details so many new characters if you are not gonna keep up with them. The only good thing about the whole twin thing was Troian´s amazing acting skills. Other than that it was just rushed and not thought in deep. And that flashforward we had seen before the time jump about the girls running into Ali´s classroom… it was a dream? come on! that was just a way to show you had no idea what to do with that scene or how to justify it. I don´t think Alex Drake really explains all the things the girls went through and it´s not a good enough motive for me. I really expected more after all this time and I ´m very dissapointed but not really surprised. I expected Melissa and Wren to play different and more important roles in the finale and I think the show really lost his spark after season 4 or so. 

If you enjoyed the finale then I´m hapy for you because it´s awful to feel dissapointed of a show after so many years. This is just my opinion and I just wanted to get it out of my chest.

[  Jared extended imagine ] Let’s mess with the media.

Original imagine: Imagine: Jared letting it slip out that his girlfriend’s in the audience at a conference. He quickly looks at you like this:

Written by: A.Wölf.


- You’re known for being an activist. You have a very interesting project right now. What are we in for this time, Jared? -The conference host asks.

Jared holds a microphone in front of his chin while sitting on a chair across from the host.

-Well, It’s called “Beyond the horizon” it’s basically a series of conversations with some of the world’s most interesting people in tech, art, politics and science who are helping create a new tomorrow.

-It’s a web series you’re directing, right?

-That’s correct.

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She What?! (Cinderella AU Pt. 7)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,466

Warnings: Hhmmmm angsty af, language, and other than that I don’t think that there really is anything…yet ;)

Summary: Welp, here is part 7 on Saturday like I have promised you all :) there is going to be a part 8 and I’m so excited :D Now I know this one is kinda short but that’s just because I felt like that is where I needed to end it for now and then part 8 will definitely be longer!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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The Power of a Queen

Bellamy Blake- The 100

Summary: After the rest of the Ark population had landed on earth, everything changed, Abby believed she was now in charge of everyone, and those of you left in the original 100 struggled to choose a leader, Bellamy and Clarke were your fearless leaders but Abby was now the Chancellor. As Bellamy’s secret girlfriend, you got a front row seat to the power struggle. 

Based on Prompt 36: I’m tired of being your secret. 

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30 day otome game challenge
Day 9 – Route that crushed your soul

Majima’s route from Chou No Doku Hana No Kusari

ESPECIALLY HIS おかしなお姫様 ROUTE. As we all know, Majima is the antagonist of the story. Even though he was Yuriko’s faithful servant, he was the one who murdered her parents, making her household fall apart, and the very cause of her adopted brother being driven to suicide. He was the very reason why Yuriko’s life turned miserable.

Their love was forbidden because Majima legitimately ruined Yuriko’s life on purpose. His thirst for revenge on Yuriko’s family was understandable. He loved her, but he also hated her because she was the daughter of the very family who took everything away from him. But at the same time, he still couldn’t help it — despite his actions, his best efforts to bring himself to hate her, he just couldn’t. He still loved her.

That was the saddest part of this route.

I felt like his other endings weren’t as heart-crushing as this one was, because this ending showed that no matter what, Majima cannot be excused for his actions. He can never be happy with Yuriko because of that, and so he continued doing what he did despite the fact that it hurt him to be an asshole towards the one he loved. Majima knew this was the consequence he had to bear for his sins.

Basically, this ending pretty much showed how broken and unhealthy their relationship had become, but they didn’t care — because they’re all they had for each other. Majima’s life was ruined by Yuriko’s family so he took revenge by ruining theirs, which ruined Yuriko’s life as well in the process, and he faced the consequences for doing that. That was what about this entire ending (and route) that crushed my soul, and I couldn’t stop crying as I played. 。゚(゚⊃Д;゚)゚。

TL;DR I love Majima a lot and this route made me cry for 50 years.

The Jock and The Bookworm (Part 2)

Part 2

Y/N’S Pov

When I step off the bus, Harry is talking to his friends, his bags by his legs and mine scattered next to him. I finish buttoning the last button and make my way over to him, my anger can be seen by my facial expression. Without asking him, I grab my backs and haul them over my shoulders, taking his bags as well.

“What the hell are you doing?” he gripes, his friends laughong at my attempt to carry all of our belongings.

“I thought you were going to take the bags, since your not I’ll do it, just get back to your friends,” I mutter, not looking in his eyes. He trails along beside me, his mouth agape as I drag everything a long with me, with no struggle.

“Stop being such a fucking show off, give me those,” he says sternly,  attempting to grab both his and my bags, but I move out of his reach, peircing his dialated green eyes with my angered brown ones.

“I’m not being a show off, even if I was no one would care considering how everyone ignores me anyways!” I shout at him, causing some people from other schools to stare at us, I could care less though. He steps back a bit and I continue on, him following behind me quietly, thank god.

I’m mad, so so mad. I’m mad that he’s my partner for the next two days, I’m mad that he’s ruined my life, I’m mad that he violates my own being, touching me like I’m his girlfriend or something. I’m not mad, I’m fuming.

“Can I atleast take my bags?” he mutters behind me,“ it’ll seem like I’m a pussy if I let you carry everything.” I drop his bags without looking back at him, continuing and not stopping to wait as he picks up his dust covered bags. Okay, maybe throwing them in the dirt was a bit harsh, but can I really blame myself? I mean, he’s put me through so much, I’m honestly sick of it all. But of course, I can’t resist, and I turn back to help him. I set my own bags on the ground and he watches me as I crouch down beside him, dusting the bag off with my own hand.

He only glances up me once, before turning and dusting the bag with me. Our hands brush breifly and I freeze. I feel something, whizzing through those fingertips, is it electric? Those buses didn’t have a carpet interior though… He looks up at me once more, his face inches from mine as our fingertips continue to linger on each other. His gaze is no longer full of arrogance or self vainness, it looks vulnerable. For the first time since I’ve know this guy, he looks troubled, worried. He’s trying to look in my eyes, I can’t tell by the way he leans down closer to me, so close that I can smell his scent, is that, cinnamon?

“Sorry for dropping your bags,” I divert my gaze to the side, whilst standing and grabbing my own bags. I’m not going to let him to distract me, I won’t allow it. I’m not falling for his trap like all the other girls he’s been with. I won’t swoon over his green eyes, which were a gorgeous hunter color if I’m honest. Yea, they were awfully pretty… Ugh no! I shake my head and walk faster, away from him.

I think he says something as I continue walking towards the cabin, but I only hear little bits.

“Wow….. I can’t….. deserve……”

I pay no attention, I have things to unpack and a trail to hike. I open the screen door with my free hand, it closing itself behind me as I set my thinks by one of the beds. The room is made of dark oak wood and the ceiling is decorated the same, the ground has a mahogany back round with gold swirls. The beds are simple cots, that fill a room of twelve but it’ll just hold Harry and I for a while. If it wasn’t so old and used it could be hotel qualified.

I’m pulled out of my room admiring when Harry wobbles in, his arms flexing with the weight of his bags, and I carried all of them, isn’t he supposed to be a jock?

“Mr. Madden says we have an hour to settle in,” he says, and sets his bag on the bed opposite of mine, breathing heavily.

I nod, opening my suitcase and taking out my book and the campground pamphlet for volunteers. Harry is sprawled out on his cot, one leg on the bed and the other on the ground. His arm is covering his eyes, causing the hem of his t-shirt to ride up so a sliver of skin to show. I can’t help my staring as my eyes study every inch of his exposed skin, his v-line, his happy trail, the waistband of his boxers, mmmm…

I flush, oh, jeez, did I just do that? I swiftly turned my head, right on time too. At that moment he gets up, sitting at the edge of his bed and staring over at me.

“Now what are you doing?” he groans, walking over to me and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Reading the guidelines for the volunteer program, something you should be doing too,” I say, with just as much attitude he has.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Then do the things you need to do yourself without me having to remind you.”

“Ugh, you sound like my mum, do you mind knocking off the whole ’ I’m better than everyone because I get good grades’ act? It’s starting to piss me off,” he grumbles.

“You’re one to talk about being better than everyone else Mister ‘Everyone adores me’.”

“At least I’m not a dorky virgin.”

“At least I’ll have a job when I get older, while you’ll be one of the people that are 40 and still living in their mother’s house.”

“God you’re such a priss, you see? This is why no one likes you dork.”

I slam the pamphlet on the ground and stand up abruptly, causing him to step back and bump into the bed behind him.

“No! Don’t you dare go that route with me! I haven’t had a single friend all year because of you!” I spit at him, he makes no moves to stop me. He remains silent as I start sobbing out the rest of my rant,“Because for some reason you like picking on me and making my life a living hell! If it wasn’t for you maybe I’d have friends and people would acknowledge me instead of avoiding me like I’m the plague!”

I finish with a choking sob and brush past him, he standing there shocked and gaping as I slam the door behind me. The electricity I realize now is hate, that’s what it must have been. All of the past months feelings of loneliness and neglect come out in sobs, racking my body as I wipe my now red nose. I finally got it off my chest, how I feel about him, that was all of it.

“Where are you going?” he hollers through the screen door at my back.

“What’s it matter where a dorky virgin priss is going?” I counter, almost jogging when I hear the screen door close and shut behind me.

“Hey! Come back here!”

“Just stay away from me, you’ve already done enough!” I say to his approaching figure. He speeds up, me doing the same as I make my way to the lake. No one will be here for another 45 minutes or so, maybe if I loose Harry without any problems I can clear my head, come up with and excuse as to why I can’t share a room with Harry to tell Mr. Madden. Other than “he angers me”. Harry continues to call after me, but i ignore him and run even faster. Why would I answer him?

“What did you mean by I make your life a living hell? I’m not that bad!”

“Oh the contrary!” I reply sarcastically, wiping the streaming tears causing my face to turn a deep pink to match my nose.

“Stop god damnit!” he screams at me and finally I stop. He doesn’t though, he continues toward me until he’s only about a meter away, his breathing once again heavy from chasing me.

“Okay I’m here, I’ve stopped. What do you want,” I choke out, my voice still scratchy from the sobs I unleashed.

“First off, I want you to turn around,” I do as he’s told, not that I have much of a choice when he does it himself,“ second, I want you to look at me.”

He tilts my head up with his fingers on my chin, my now brown blood-shot eyes looking into his green eyes. Hm, I may understand why it’s the only thing girls talk about now.

“Third,” he steps even closer, until his body is flushed against mine, placing his free hand on my hip, and I feel it, the electric current. This isn’t hate, it’s too nice to be hate, it’s definitely something else,“I want you to kiss me.”

He stoops down, his heart shaped lips coming in contact with my own. He goes slowly at first, our mouths move together and I want to push him off but I don’t. I move with him, it just feels, good. I’ve never felt like this, nothing has ever made me crave anyones touch so much.

My first kiss.

His tongue slowly slips into my mouth, swirling with my own as I let a small moan escape my lips.

“Y/N,” he groans, biting my bottom lip,“ forgive me, please.”

I whimper when he dips his hand in my jeans, rubbing that small sensitive spot making me gasp in his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles and nips at my neck. My body is heated and I have no control over myself. My subconscious is yelling at me, telling me how bad of an idea this is. Oh, my god.

“Wait,” I say, while he reaches for my jean zipper,“ stop, no. I can’t.”


I push him off of me and back away slowly. This is too suspicious, how could he go from bullying and teasing to passionate and apologetic, it just doesn’t make sense.

“This, you, you don’t mean any of it. We hate each other,” I stop and think, leaving him to stare at me, bewildered and deprived,“I hate you.”

“You sure as hell didn’t sound like you hated me a few moments ago.”

“What? So you miraculously are going to stop stepping on me all of a sudden? How do I know you won’t go back to being normal? You’re not sorry, I won’t forgive you this easily.”

“So what the fuck am I supposed to do? Go down on my hands and knees and beg you to let me get with you?”

“Screw you!” I yell at him. His normal personality re-appears, as well as his obnoxious smirk.

“You almost did sweetheart.”

“Well it’s a great thing I didn’t!,” I gripe, causing him to clench his fists,“God, I can’t believe I allowed you to be my first kiss,” I mutter to myself.


“Nothing, now leave me alone. Go tell your friends how much of a nerdy virgin I am to regain your ego after being rejected,” the tears start streaming again as I say the words and I quickly turn on my heal and walk off towards the lake.

“Your first kiss?” he says from behind me causing me to stop,“ I was your first kiss?”

“Yea, congratulations. You almost got me into your bed too.”

He grabs my wrist and pushes me against the tree. His hand holds my hair in place and pulls, causing my head to go back giving him access to my neck. I try pushing him off but every time I do he only pushes himself further onto me, dragging his pelvic region into my own.

“I know you want me y/n, don’t deny it,” he breathes in my ear as he rubs himself against me,“ I want you, I’ve wanted you since you got here at the beginning of the trimester. I’ve wanted you since I saw these god damn glasses and the way you looked so calm reading. I’ve admired you for so long but I can’t wait any longer, I need you, now.”

I stand pinned against the tree, shocked and breathless because all the wind has been knocked out of me. His brown curly hair rubs against my jawline and his hand skims over my entrance, causing friction that echoes throughout my whole body.

“Nng,” I whimper, and I feel him smile against my neck, before he bites down harder.

“Do you feel it too?” he breathes. Oh yes, I do feel it. So I guess I’m not the only one that feels a shock coursing throughout their body, he does too … Can I forgive him? Should I? I don’t trust myself to make a decision in the heat of the moment, I won’t. I don’t want to say yes right away, I can’t do that. But I also can’t deny the sensation I feel when my skin touches his, the carnal desire I feel in my stomach all the way to the ends of my fingers. Even after all he’s put me through I’m not sure how to say no. He’s seems genuine, but what can I do?

(Send me your opinions for the ending and I’ll update tomorrow with the last part!:)

You're Not Him - Final Chapter

Pairing: Natsu x Lucy

Summary: Lucy finds Natsu physically changed after getting taken by Mard Geer and Kyouka. But was it really just a physical change?

Part 1 - Lucy’s POV
Part 2 - Natsu’s POV

A/N: Special thanks to thathilomgirl for helping me out on the last part and to canyoudigitmotherlicker for giving me her insights on Gray’s reaction regarding Natsu being END. (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

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My dear friend @thedarkgodmogar has been screaming about trans!Sting for ages, and now there’s wonderful artwork by @irlsting…so naturally, I had to write a oneshot :D

Summary: Sting Eucliffe had a secret. A secret that he kept safely for years, until the natural cycle of life hit him and made his struggles far more difficult. He hated himself, hated what he’d been born as, hated that he had to hide out of fear. But as time goes on, things become slightly more bearable with Rogue by his side, always willing to whisper the three words he needed to hear: “You’re a boy.”

Ship: Stingue as always ^u^

Rating: T+ for overall dark themes


Rogue hated it when people called Sting feminine.

When he’d first met Sting at age 9, sure, his voice was a little odd and he tended to act strange about certain things, but he was a good friend and Rogue would glare at anyone who teased his friend for being “too girly”. Sting hated it when people called him that, always screaming back at them with tears in his beautiful blue eyes.

It wasn’t until they were 15 that Rogue truly understood why.

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