this was supposed to be in my theme and private thing it

Beating major d*ck.

Some people just like to use their power to bash people and degrade people publicly. Whenever I encounter these people I like to grasp the situation firmly in hand and beat them down. In this case I give you special piece of crap we shall call D*ck. D*ck is a older guy who has worked for a branch of state law enforcement for many years. He was very vocal about being three years away from full state retirement and about his rank in state gov.

I was working as a contractor doing some I.T. work. We had a large group to move the department forward at least 10 years technology wise. It was all hands on deck to prep computers for the incoming new computers and of course setting up the new ones. In my case as a coder/network grunt I was being ‘borrowed’ and more than happy to help.

D*ck was the only jerk out of at least 300 people I had enjoyably encountered. He complained about anything he could figure to complain about and would go over the departments managers heads to complain. Part of what I was asked to do was inventory their software used, directories mapped, and to copy files to their new network folders. Keep in mind we did a copy of the data and not a move. When new computers arrived the network copy served as a way to making sure the data was backed up before it was cloned over to the new system. D*ck was livid that someone touched his computer and swore we deleted a file we could not find.

I was marched up to his office with my management team and the department’s senior. I promptly found his file on his new system (and on the network). I happened to notice that he had newly installed a newsreader but did not say anything about it. I knew if I called him out on it I would get canned and they would not look into it. Instead I opened the reader while D*ck was bashing me in the hallway to his audience and changed his preferences. Now the files would not delete when they were read or deleted. Keeping in mind this was in the late 90’s and the internet was still a new thing for many. A lot of people would download their porn from newsgroups (usenet) by using a newsreader to download everything new dumped in the selected group (think like a folder). Groups would follow a theme or where supposed to. The reader would put all the pieces together so you could see the images or video and copy them to folders. I was made to apologize  in front of him and marched off in shame. D*ck was really throbbing with all of his smugness.

I was passed off from that project to just doing a rework of some DOS based software. I told my suck up manager that a lot of people were downloading and installing software on their own. My manager clicked that it was work we could be tasked with doing to create billable hours and that he could score suckup points with. This in turn created various email distributions and policy updates. I also point out that we need something about appropriate usage - great! The policy also now highlights that any private use on government equipment is subject to the same rules as fraud - perfect. This helps later because there is NO wiggle room for offenders. In turn my manager was more than pleased with me and treated me golden - hell he even bought me lunch.

I quickly forgot all about D*ck and found myself expanding the list of software that needed to be rewritten by me. This kept me busy and extended my contract. My boss was happy, my agency was happy, and my clients were very happy.

Fast forward few months later. I get back to the office and the bosses are there looking for a coworker. They asked me if I knew anything about d*cks new system and I told them HELL no. They walk off and told me if I saw the coworker to send him over.

When my coworker (who was an employee and not a contractor) returned I told him about the managers, my encounter with Major D*ck and tipped him off about the newsreader. My coworkers eyes lit up and he stood straight like a huge weight had been lifted. It turns out that D*ck once again had senior staff watch the 'stupid idiot’ fix the computer that the “tech broke being incompetent’. Surprise - It turns out it was out of disk space and would not re-start. The tech had to boot from a disk and delete temp files just to boot. In front of everyone the tech points out that one directory was filling the drive with images. Once he had everyone’s attention he then popped open some images. Porn immediately filled the screen including some very sketchy stuff from what I hear.

The tech was ushered out and D*ck lost his job. Instead of putting D*ck into jail they covered asses and terminated him. No job, no power, and pension for you D*CK.

GF Back to School Headcanons

-When the twins have to write the typical ‘what I did during my summer vacation’ essay, Mabel leaves nothing out. She’s especially vivid about Weirdmageddon and Dipper is freaking out when she tells him what she handed in. He starts scheming about how he could possibly get the essay back and Mabel is just like “Bro, we were supposed to write about our summer!” and Dipper is convinced they’re going to be put into therapy. But thankfully the teacher is familiar with Mabel’s eccentrics and hands back her essay with an eye-roll and a “Mabel, you were supposed to write a factual essay, not a creative story.”

-Dipper wears his ushanka (Wendy’s hat) every day and California is hot. He’ll just be dripping with sweat but he refuses to remove it and eventually Mabel modifies it with a little pocket that fits an icepack so Dipper has a way to keep his head cool on particularly nasty days

-Mabel normally always gets unicorn-themed supplies for school and her mother finds a super pink and sparkly notebook with a white unicorn on the cover that has a weirdly striking resemblance to Celestabellebethabelle. Once she sees it Mabel gets a wild look in her eye and just flings it across the store with a war cry and her mother is just flabbergasted. Meanwhile Dipper is trying so hard not to laugh

-Gideon is released from prison and returns to school and it is really rough. Pacifica has it just as bad, her family no longer able to afford private school and so she now as to attend the local elementary school. Pacifica and Gideon have been stripped of their power (money and intimidation respectively) and are tormented by the peers they once tormented. When they’re getting pushed around by a group of older kids Candy and Grenda show up and come to the rescue. After the confrontation is over the two invite Gideon and Pacifica to sit with them at lunch as if the terrible things both did never happened and they’re just super grateful for the second chance

-Dipper is a lot more vocal in class and jokes around and his peers are surprised because this is not the same awkward kid they knew at the end of the last school year

-Wendy accidentally loses Dipper’s hat on her first day back and she’s on the verge of freaking out. Her friends immediately help her tear apart the school searching for it because while they don’t understand they know how important that cap is to Wendy. Robbie finds out one of their classmates took it for a gag and he just decks the guy, and of course after word of that confrontation gets around no one even thinks about touching Wendy’s hat

-Ford is Mabel’s tutor and whenever she needs help with her homework she calls him or sets up a video chat. Ford insists she contact him no matter the time (or time difference) and Mabel is relieved because she hasn’t had the best of luck with tutors before

-Mabel brings her grappling hook to class one day to show it off and the teacher starts to panic because it’s essentially a weapon. Mabel realizes she didn’t think this one through and smooth-talks her way out of serious trouble, saying that it’s just a high-quality replica and not real. The teacher believes her, and Stan is seriously proud of her developing lying skills

-When the trigonometry unit rolls around Dipper and Mabel experience nervous breakdowns for obvious reasons. The school counsellor chalks it up to school anxiety and stress and sends them home early. For the rest of the day the two speak with Stan and Ford and it is a long conversation. Eventually they are able to deal with the trauma dealt to them by Bill in healthy ways and start to see triangles as shapes again rather than demonic forces that want to murder them

-Dipper is being harassed by a kid who’s been bullying him for a while. He gets pushed around and his backpack is taken and he is mocked for his awkwardness and general nerdiness. Mabel storms over and yells at the bully to leave her brother alone, and the guy shoves her to the ground. This causes Dipper to snap, because no one messes with his sister, and he delivers a strong left hook, and the bully goes down hard. After that, he doesn’t go near Dipper or Mabel again, and Stan is extremely proud once he hears of it

-Mabel and Dipper buy a bunch of their school pictures and send one to pretty much everyone in Gravity Falls. Stan and Ford each have a wallet-sized version that they keep on them at all times

anonymous asked:

Number 58 with jimin 🙈

Here you go anon! Sorry for the late reply. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Imagine Summary: You are having a difficult time getting pregnant and you don’t want to keep Jimin waiting. You decide that it is best that the two of you break up because you can never give Jimin the life that he wants.

Word Count: 1.4k

You stared down the person staring at you in the mirror’s reflection. She looked completely unrecognizable to you

—-

“I think we should break up.”

I never thought that I would ever say those word to Jimin. Even with him sitting across from me on the couch, his eyes watering and his breath intake quickening, I still couldn’t believe I was really doing this.

I didn’t want to break up, but there was no way around it. We both wanted the same things but I couldn’t give him the thing he needed; a child.

The negative pregnancy test sat in the trash bin next to a broken soap dish I had thrown in frustration. After trying for the last seven months, I still couldn’t get pregnant. I knew how much Jimin wanted a baby. He would reassure me that it would happen at the right time but in my heart I knew that there would never be a right time. I couldn’t let him continue to have hope in our relationship when it would never work.

“Where is this coming from? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work through this.”

“We can’t work through this Jimin. I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re always busy and you never have time for me. I can’t live always being second to your career.” I lied. Deep down I knew that if I ever asked, Jimin would give up anything to be with me, but not a child. I couldn’t do that to him.

Jimin scooted closer to me on the couch. His eyes were darting as he struggled not to cry. I however already had a few tears leaving a trail down my cheek. He held my hands to his chest.

“That’s not what this is about.”

I looked away. My expressions always gave away my deception.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, cupping my chin to face him.

“What is this really about?” he asked.

I roughly pushed the hand wiping my tears and stood up, walking away from him.

“You’re right, it isn’t about you being away. It’s about the pressure you put on me to get pregnant!”

I’m yelling, now. My forehead is flaming and my hand begins to tremble.

“Do you not want kids?” Jimin looked so hurt but he wouldn’t let me go unless I looked him in the eye and broke his heart.

“I don’t want your kids.”

It was painful to get those words out. As they left my lips and reached Jimin, and I saw the pain of my words reflected on his face, I felt a knife slide down my throat.

“I never knew you felt this way.” He said in a low voice.

He took in a deep breath.

“If children is something you don’t want then we can work it out. We don’t have to do this right now. You might change your mind in the future.”

“I will never change my mind Jimin. This is just the tipping point in our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Y/N listen to me. I’ll try and take more time off work or maybe work harder so I don’t have to practice so late. I’ll talk to my managers about us taking more time off. I won’t even mention kids unless you initiate it or are ready to. Please just don’t leave me.”

I turned away from him and he got up to hug me from behind.

“Please, Y/N. I know we can get through this. I never meant to pressure you.”

I brushed him off, rougher this time.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant to or not; you did. I can’t be with someone who has to change for me. I don’t need you to wait for me to be ready for something I never will be. We’re done Jimin.”

I walked over to the front door, unlocked it and swung it open.

Jimin stays frozen in his spot.

“Leave Jimin.”

I walk over and grab his jacket from the couch and push him out the door. Tears are streaming rapidly down his cheeks.

Finally out of his daze, his eyes dart and he begins to panic, realizing that I’m serious.

“Y/N, don’t do this to us-”

I pick up his shoes, throw them at his feet, slamming the door in his face and cutting him off mid sentence.

It’s silent after that. I wait until his shadow disappears and the sound of his footsteps die down before I allow myself to curl up on the floor and cry.

It’s been two weeks since I broke up with Jimin and things have been far from good. My sister said I lost a lot of weight and I haven’t really been out of the house. Everything reminds me of him. The smell of coffee reminds me of the time he brought my entire work staff Starbucks because we were working late. Rain reminds me of the time we planned to go the amusement park but couldn’t because of a storm so we just built a fort in our living room and watched 80’s movies the entire day. Speaking of 80’s movies, I couldn’t even watch my favorite one because it reminded me of the time Jimin had a theatre privately screen it for us on our second anniversary.

Just thinking about him hurts because I start to remember the way he looked the last time I saw him, when I broke his heart.

I get a notification on my phone which draws me from my thoughts. It’s my period reminder. I’m six days late now.

At first I thought it was stress because of everything that happened with Jimin and not getting pregnant but now a plethora of “what ifs” cascade my mind.

I rush to the bathroom and rummage through my cupboard and look for the extra pregnancy test I bought about a month ago.

I take the test and five minutes later, I am greeted by a red plus sign on the white stick.

I hold my breath and back up into the bathroom wall. What have I done?

“Jimin..” I whisper.

—–

I trudge my way to the door of Bangtan’s dorm. My feet shake in my shoes and my hands fidget as I contemplate knocking on the door.

I’m terrified. Jimin probably hates me. I can’t blame him. I was cruel to him, kicking him out of the house with such hateful words.

I hope he’ll understand where I’m coming from. But at the same time, I feel like I don’t deserve him. I was willing to give up on us and now that things are the way I want them, I want him back. He deserves someone stronger than me.

I turn to walk away when the door swings open. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” He says coldly.

He crosses arms over his chest. Usually Jungkook is always so kind to me. He’s probably the member I’m closest to. Was closest to.

“I need to talk to Jimin.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. You should go. Now.” His voice is authoritative even though I am two years his senior.

Taehyung appears in the doorway, and moves to stand next to Jungkook, creating a barrier between me and the dorm.

“Y/N, you have a lot of nerve showing up here.” Taehyung sneers.

“I-I j-just wanted to see J-jimin,’ I stutter.

“Who’s there?”

“Hyung it’s no one Jungkook says moving to block Jimin from seeing me.

Taehyung motions for me to leave, but I can’t. Jimin has to know I’m carrying his child.

“Jimin, it’s me.”

I glance at Taehyung and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

Jimin pushes past Jungkook to see me. He looks tired and worn out. I feel so guilty looking at him. He might have lost even more weight than I have.

“Y/N..” He breathes. For a split second I think he’s happy to see me, but then his expression shifts and his lips tighten.

“Hyung, you don’t have to talk to her.” Jungkook says, putting a hand on Jimin’s arm.

“Go inside.” Jimin says sternly, not taking his eyes off of me.

Taehyung and Jungkook obey and go back inside, closing the door behind them, leaving Jimin and I standing in an empty hallway.

“Why are you here?” Jimin says. His voice is low and distant.

I pull out a blue box I tied with a white ribbon and hold it out to him.

Jimin takes the box out of my hand and waves it around.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be? A present? Are you fucking stupid? You break up with me and then come back with a box and expect everything to be okay?”

“Jimin it’s not what you think it is-”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N. I’m over you. Like you said, we’re done.” At those last two words Jimin throws the box at my feet, the way I did with his shoes.

He moves to go back in the house so I quickly open the box and whip out the pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant!”

Jimin stops in his tracks, his hand frozen on the door knob. He turns his head slowly to face me.

He stalks back over to me, and grabs the stick from my hand and examines it.

“I-I don’t understand. You said that-”

“I know. I checked that day and it said I wasn’t but I guess it was wrong or faulty. I only broke up with you so harshly so that you wouldn’t wait for me. I felt like I was holding you back from having what you really wanted and I love you so much and I never wanted you to have to give up something so important to you. I’m so sorry Jimin, I never wanted to hurt you. I understand if you never want to see me again–”

My rambled cry is cut off by Jimin’s lips. His hands hold my face to his as he movies his lips against mine. I feel our tears mix together when I melt into the kiss and throw my arms around him.

He pulls away after what feels like forever and holds me to his chest.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. Our silence is everything.

—FOUR MONTHS LATER

Jimin swings my hand in his as we walk around the elaborate children’s shop.

“This elephant is cute. It’ll match the animal theme we have going on.” Jimin says but I’m miles away from this conversation.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror. More specifically I’m staring at my protruding stomach.

Jimin catches me and puts his arms around me from behind. He hums into my neck.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“About all the clothes I won’t be able to fit into.” I sigh.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“That you look cute with a baby bump.”

——- A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this send us a request or use our prompt list here: https://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156337883189/prompt-list-requests

~Armygirl

Yana’s favorite tropes

Today I feel like adressing one of the most popular topics in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, the BL subtext. The male on male fanservice has always been prominent in the series, has stirred up controversy, attracted many. annoyed some, and even spawned a funny rumor that the manga was supposed to be a yaoi one. The last statement, which has aready been proved false, has it’s roots in the author’s past as a yaoi artist and the shota BL works that she published under her pen name Yanao Rock. For this post I decided to read one of those works, Glamorous Lip, a one-shot consisting in six different short stories, and take note of the similarities with Yana’s current and most prominent work, Kuroshitsuji

First I want to note that with these observations I am not trying to prove a point or encourage any particular view of the manga, I simply thought that getting to know the author’s tastes might help to make future predictions on the current storyline. 

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No Time Like the Present

Emma found a nice little clearing with a comfortably looking bed of moss underneath a tree. The feeling of seclusion was almost cosy, like this little space was magically protected from the rest of Neverland and all of the dangerous crap it hosted. Just to be sure, she still checked for dreamshade, but there was none in sight.

She plopped down on the moss and sighed. Alone with her thoughts at last.

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Authors, we need to talk about reviews.

This is gonna be LONG.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve seen a lot of posts about reviews. Authors pissed off at reviewers. Reviewers frustrated with authors. Various genres, different people, but the same basic theme - a review that rubs an author the wrong way, and an author who lets fly about it publicly. Y'all, we gotta rein this shit in.

Here’s the thing – I know it’s not fun to get negative reviews. I once had one that compared reading my book to getting a spinal tap. Another speculated about my sexuality, extrapolating (incorrectly) my orientation and experience based on what I’d written. The former was funny. The latter was humiliating. It killed my ability to write a particular pairing for *a year*. So, I get it. I know how much a review can hurt, particularly if it gets personal.

So what are we supposed to do? When a review is nasty, or the person clearly hated the book, or when the reviewer clearly hates the author for whatever reason?

Nothing.

We’re supposed to do….*nothing*.

Not a goddamned thing.

There are three things that are very easy to lose sight of, especially when a review hits a nerve or upsets you:

1. Reviews are for readers, not authors.

2. No review will ever damage your sales or reputation as much as your *reaction* to it.

3. Authors need reviewers, and we’re going to lose them if we make them feel at best unappreciated, at worst targeted.

Let’s unpack these a little.

1. Reviews are for readers, not authors. – Book reviews are product reviews. Books are reviewed by consumers for other consumers, not for the author’s ego or to give them pull quotes. Every reviewer has their own tastes, rating systems, quirks, pet peeves, etc., and they have the right to review your book accordingly. Yeah, sometimes we don’t like the results. But you know what? Sometimes that 1-star review for “way too much sex over the hood of the Ferrari” will be what makes the next reader 1-click your book.

2. No review will ever damage your sales or reputation as much as your *reaction* to it. – I think this is arguably the most important point I’m going to make. Authors live and die by their reputations. Unprofessional behavior will drive readers away a hell of a lot faster than a negative review.

I’m not trying to tell you that you can’t have hurt feelings or that you can’t be upset, annoyed, or pissed off by a review. Of course you can!  But be a goddamned professional about it. Vent, rage, scream, cry….in private. To other writers. To your crit partner. To someone who knows what it’s like to put a book out there and have it skinned alive right in front of you.

The minute you start ranting about it in public, it’s going to start reflecting on YOU a lot more than that review will ever reflect on your book. Whatever damage the bad review might’ve done to your sales will be a fraction of the potential damage of a public response. You want to minimize the damage of a bad review? Don’t draw attention to it.

I’m serious. Over the years, I’ve seen a number of authors who’ve flipped out about reviews, and you know what? I can’t remember the titles of any of those books or even what the reviews said, but I can suuuuuure remember who the author was. I can remember vividly who has ranted about mean reviewers, and especially those who’ve sicced readers on reviewers, but I don’t remember the books. Make of that what you will.

Do you want people to read your books, or do you want them to mentally categorize you as an author who can’t take criticism? Do you want people to review your books honestly, or do you want them to be afraid to even mention your books because you’ve proven you’ll go on the offensive if you’re not happy?  Don’t think about how much damage that 1-star review will do — think about all the 5-star reviews you’ll lose by revealing yourself to be combative and unable to weather criticism.

3. Authors need reviewers, and we’re going to lose them if we make them feel at best unappreciated, at worst targeted.

Reviews sell books. On Amazon, on Goodreads, on review sites – fact is, reviews make books move. Sometimes a review sucks, and yeah, sometimes the sales suffer for it. Sometimes a review is awesome and a book sells like hotcakes as a result. I know of what I speak because I’ve had both happen, including a book that barely sold 100 copies its first year, and suddenly sold thousands after a particularly spectacular review on Goodreads. Reviewers make your book visible, for better or worse.

But reviewers aren’t getting paid to do this. They have lives. They have things to do besides fend off attacks by angry authors. In recent years, there have been reviewers who’ve quit reviewing altogether because authors sicced their fans on them. Just today I saw a reviewer who was upset because an author lashed out at them for not reviewing an ARC promptly. (Spoiler alert, folks: reviewing a book weeks or even months after it comes out will STILL help its visibility and sales.)

The end result is we have fewer people reviewing books across the board, and that hurts everyone. Particularly those of us in niche genres.

Y'all, I get it. I do. I’ve had reviews that would make your hair curl. Some of them have been personally insulting. Some have suggested I skimmed a wiki article when in fact the subject matter was something I live and breathe. If you added up all my 1- and 2- star reviews from the last eight years, you’d discover I’m incapable of writing, know nothing about sex, have zero ability to pick up on speech patterns and emotional nuance, and have never been within 500 miles of a military base. I’ve been there, yo.

That stuff stings, but it’s part of being an author. You put something out there publicly, it’s going to be consumed by the public, and the public won’t always like it. Sometimes they’ll even say so.

Don’t be that author. Let people review your books in their own way and on their own time. Let people *hate* your books for any reason they choose to hate them. The readers who love your work won’t be put off by it.

TL;DR: Your sales won’t be destroyed by a 1-star review. Your career might, however, be damaged by your *reaction* to that 1 star review.

Sam & his view of Dean

I’ve been having some thoughts and conversations about Sam’s view of Dean recently with Dean’s facade coming heavily into play in the narrative this season and thinking back over the seasons and some of my struggles with how I have perceived Sam in the past. 

I feel like this season is addressing this head on and I applaud this, it’s actually very refreshing and freeing to not have to keep my negative thoughts on some of Sam’s behaviour to myself as it’s clear that this is how it was supposed to be perceived as it is now brought to the forefront of the story in order to be overturned as Sam is led to realise some things…

Originally posted by weeklyspn


Continuing under the cut as this post got a long longer than I intended…

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Dressed like a daydream

Characters: Hoseok & OC

Setting: Royalty au, Cinderella au

Genre: adventure, fluff, romance, humour

Words: 10354

Prompt: Cinderella did not come to the party to enjoy it, but is instead an assassin tasked to kill the prince. (cr.) / I  snuck into the castle to kill you, but wow you’re good with a sword, and I quite like your eyes…

Summary: When the Crown Princess’ best friend agrees to go to the ball instead of her, to kill Prince Hoseok and save her from an arranged marriage, that’s definitely not how she planned this.

Written for @bangtan-bookclub’s May Theme Challenge: Royalty AU

For the sake of the story let’s just accept that all the big Korean cities are autonomous kingdoms, Incheon people are famous for their blonde hair, their style is similar to Disney royalties instead of traditional Korean dressing and wars, assassins, arrange marriages are common things.

Each part’s title is lyrics of Blood, sweat and tears.


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The Royal Family of Gwangju invites you to the Annual Masquerade Ball in celebration of the Prince’s birthday.

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Maybe It’s Fate (Chapter 1)

pairing: Young Leonardo DiCaprio x reader

summary: There aren’t a whole lot of opportunities to meet kids your age as a teen in Los Angeles unless you go to their school, so you go to organized dances with your best friend every month. Over a year after going to your first dance, your friend was losing interest in the dances because you still hadn’t met anybody interesting. Not until a young actor catches your eye. 

warnings: i think i used a couple swear words, teenagers?

words: 4720

a/n: alright, so this is part one to that multipart slow burn teen leo fic i’ve been talking about! It’s like young leo in the modern day, it’s a bit weird with that but it’ll work. This is pretty much the exact story of how I met my boyfriend, and i plan on keeping things that way. we just aren’t in LA and he’s not an actor, I just had to adjust some things for the fic to work. this is just my way of keeping track of how things go with the two of us without being terribly obnoxious.

please please, PLEASE leave feedback, it would mean the absolute world to me!! 

Also, thank you @secretschuylersister and @icanneverbesatisfied for reading it over for me and just being fantastic people as always! 


“Do I really have to go with you? I don’t even like baseball. Or any sports for that matter!” A voice called out from across your suburban home as you straightened out your black skinny jeans.

“Olivia, you’re my ride to the dance. You can’t just ditch me an hour before it starts. You’re also my best friend which means you’re supposed to weed out any weirdos that I dance with.”

Your friend tried to stay straight-faced through her disappointment, but your words had her chuckling under her breath. This was a monthly occurrence with Olivia since you didn’t drive yet and your mom knew about every dance for high school aged kids in Hollywood, so you knew she wouldn’t actually ditch you.

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anonymous asked:

jumping into your inbox last-minute to ask forrrr Iggy taking his s/o round Altissia for their first date, maybe with Prompto trying to sneak along behind so he can get cute pics of them to mark the occasion? ;3 headcanons or oneshot, whichever you like!

First Date

Ignis X F!OC
Word Count: 1,947
SFW

Did someone ask for fluff? Tagging @iinkpools and @ladyscientia :)

Ignis was nervous.

When was Ignis ever nervous?

“Hey, Specs, look at you!” Prompto jeered, patting his friend on the shoulder from behind him as Ignis examined himself in the mirror. Ignis sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing them with his cleaning cloth.

“Yes, Prompto? What is it?”

“Nothin’,” Prompto shrugged. “Just wanted to check in on you and see how you’re doing. Big date tonight, from what the Big Guy’s told me.”

Ignis sighed again, his shoulders slumping. He should have known better than to tell Gladio. Confidential information rarely stayed secret amongst the four friends. He slipped his glasses back on his face and shot a stern look at Prompto’s reflection.

“Not that it is any of your business, nor should Gladio have revealed that bit of personal information to you, but yes, I do have a date tonight. I’m afraid the three of you will have to come up with your own dinner elsewhere.”

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So a few days ago I made a post about why I thought Akechi’s character arch was so disappointing in the end. And a lot of people seemed to like it so I decided that I would make this post about how I think Akechi’s character could have gone.

To be clear, this post somewhat disregards “canon” Akechi. This is because I think Atlus originally wanted Akechi to have a different character arch, but because of Development Hell they ended up rewriting Akechi’s character into a more typical antagonist. There are left over voice lines for Akechi summoning Loki as well as I think somebody discovered that Loki was actually in the programming as a playable persona. Meaning there are signs that he was supposed to rejoin the Phantom Thieves at some point.

This is a sort of theory onto how a more sympathetic character arch could have gone had Atlus gotten the chance to flesh it out. 

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Brad Trost's Campaign Says He's "Not Entirely Comfortable With The Whole Gay Thing" (video at link)
“In case you haven’t noticed, Brad’s not entirely comfortable with the whole gay thing," according to campaign spokesperson Mike Patton.
By Ishmael N. Daro

Trost, who is running for leadership of the Conservative Party of Canada, is from the socially conservative wing of the party. In an email to supporters this week, he pledged never to attend a pride parade, either as Conservative leader or as Prime Minister, and chided other Conservative politicians for showing support for the LGBT community.

His campaign followed that up with a video on the same theme.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Brad’s not entirely comfortable with the whole gay thing,” campaign spokesperson Mike Patton said in the video.

“For sure, Brad is not a big fan of the gay lifestyle,“ Patton said at another point.

Asked to clarify his position, Trost told BuzzFeed Canada on Tuesday that he supports everyone’s ability to do what they want in private.

"It’s not any of my business. But I don’t support a lot of the political agenda that has been often ascribed to the political leadership of the L-G-B-sort of community,” he said.

He said he had not yet seen his campaign’s video, but did not dispute its message about his discomfort with “the gay lifestyle.”

“A gay lifestyle would be people having — how would we put this — gay people having gay sex. That’s their business, from my perspective, but it’s not something I want to teach my kids is right and moral,” Trost said.

Trost said he believes “sex is supposed to be in a committed heterosexual married relationship.”

Trost, a former geophysicist, has represented the Saskatoon–University riding since 2004. He is part of the Parliamentary pro-life caucus and one of the most outspoken MPs in Ottawa for a “traditional” definition of marriage.

The Matchmaker (2/??)

Theme : Coveted Im Jaebum x Dreamy Art Student

Credit to the owners for all the pictures!

Title : The Matchmaker

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader x Jinyoung

Genre : Fluff, Romance, Angst

Author : Me

Summary : You love Jaebum, with all your heart. There is no way he would love you back though, considering you’re too scared to even say hello to him. One day, your friend tells you about the Matchmaker, a man who can help you get the love of your life and you decide you need this person in your life. This is the only way to make Jaebum and you a whole.

/ Teaser / Part I

Part II

The lines were thin. You liked thin lines. The different shades of blue were forming long strokes on the tall canvas, and you knew, you knew what it meant.

Peace.

Small golden dots were staining the masterpiece, like a necklace on a naked woman. It was beautiful.

“I told him not to pick this one, but he did anyway.” A small voice pulled a smile on your face, but your head shook.

“I like it. You don’t?” You tried, fingers brushing against embossed designs.

“Abstract art, honey. I hate abstract art.”

You laughed, turning to face the person talking. “But it’s suggestive. It holds way too many messages to be ignored.”

“Nothing beats figurative art. I thought I taught you well.”

“I love your paintings too, mum.” You said, walking to the next painting and observing it.

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Summary: Everyone had a soulmark, a special shape on their body that formed during childhood and was meant to lead each person to their soulmate. 

Unfortunately, Derek’s soulmark is shaped like a snowflake, and that fact has been actively ruining his life since he was six years old.

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While it wasn’t unusual for soulmarks to take years to fully form, Derek broke his family’s personal record when his didn’t finish developing until he was around six years old. In a rare turn of events, the exact date of the transformation was unknown; despite the fact that the entire Hale family had been waiting impatiently for his mark to come in since he’d turned five, the eventual change in the dark blot on his wrist bone went unnoticed for weeks. The oversight was understandable; unlike his parents’ (soulmarks shaped like a flying bird) or his sisters’ (a crescent moon and a four leaf clover) his soulmark didn’t look much different from the circle of color it had originally been.

To everyone’s surprise and confusion, his soulmark looked just like a snowflake.

“Do you think it means he’ll meet his soulmate in the winter?” His mother asked curiously while she held Derek’s wrist gently on her palm. Her own soulmark, nestled at the base of her thumb, looked wild and free when compared to his.

His dad shook his head, looking uncertain.

“It might just mean they meet somewhere colder…well, colder than California. Or maybe his soulmate has a winter birthday too. It’s hard to tell.”

His mother sighed, the sound like frustration. Derek didn’t really get the point; he was almost seven, and as far as he was concerned, the mark didn’t look like an army man or a vicious wolf, and so was mostly boring.

“Well. I guess we’ll have to work with it.” She looked at him and smiled sweetly. “Derek, honey, how do you feel about skiing?”

Derek made a face.

“I hate it. Can we go ice skating instead?”

His parents smiled and nodded in encouragement, but Derek didn’t get it at the time, not really.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any modern-day elorcan headcannons ?? I love your blog btw and find it incomprehensible that your original posts don't get more posts ! tysm and have a nice day xx

You and I have that in common

Modern AU’s are my favourite AU’s because there is no need for angst and i can do whatever tf I want

-Elide and Lorcan met at starbucks (ik v cliche) and basically Elide was studying and had dat aesthetic vibe going and Lorcan was there with Fenrys and they were going over their notes and Fenrys starts to get bored so he airdrops a pic of a goofy baby husky on starbucks wifi just for the heck of it and Elide is the one who reacts pretty loudly and they both turn around to see her having startled and spilled a lot of her drink over herself and Lorcan comes over and apologises and omg he can see through her shirt omg look away wait but her boobs are really nice and Elide notices his flustered behaviour but accepts his offer to get her a few napkins from the front and go to the bathroom to wipe her down and basically they end up making out lmao

-They find out that they study in the same uni but haven’t really noticed each other bc of happenstance and both of them aren’t ones to draw attention to themselves a lot but after that incident they start to sorta clock each other out

-fast forward to them dating and also being roommates (is that how it works? idk??) and they love each other and are v happy together

-Lorcan goes to the gym nightly and comes back all sweaty and delicious and Elide is just like :0

-They both get coffee regularly and go to little cafes and breakfast places (IHOP and Denny’s are their favs) 

-if you look through my other elorcan headcanons you’ll find some about their social medias basically Elide is aesthetic in every sense and Lorcan is a sassy little shit in 140 characters and everyone loves it

-Movie nights and pamper evenings galooorrreee

-Elide loves to bake and Lorcan loves to eat so it works out v well and sometimes too well when “LORCAN I JUST MADE THOSE WHERE DID THEY GO???” I thought you were making them for us wtf Elide?? “ATLEAST WAIT TILL THEY’RE OUT OF THEM OVEN FFS

-This also gives way to ahem ahem chocolatey make-out sessions

-Elide always takes candids of him and he secretly likes it but also uploads them to twitter with captions like “she literally shouted to stay in this position smh Elide I thought there was a bee or smth” and “dear god can we stop with this already” but everyone likes these tweets and ships them

-Lorcan takes private photos of Elide that he will never share with anyone ever but he just likes to take snapshots like when she’s brushing her hair or when she’s reading or relaxing etc

-Elide drew the line when he took a photo of her post sex state with hair sticking on her forehead and boobs on full display and Lorcan whined saying what am I supposed to do when I’m alone then huh

-Elide is the one that gets the aesthetic and nice pillows for their bed while Lorcan will get geeky star wars shit that does NOT match with her theme goddammit Lorcan

-They have the same number of little ones as in my other headcanons and Lorcan’s feed is FILLED with pics of them or sarcastic tweets like Ryan Reynolds

-Elide loves being a mom and gets all those matching outfits and cutesy things for babies and their are pics on her instagram of Marion sleeping peacefully in her bunny pajamas and an occasional of daddy and babies all cuddled up together or painting and all that shizz

-Everything constitutes as a date once they have too many kids to be able to slip away properly, going to the grocery store alone or just with one kiddie is a date, dinner in bed is a date, movie night is a date EVERYTHING IS A DATE 

all i have for now :D  

FrUK Week

Theme: Day 1- Cardverse / Lavender

Rating: T for sexual references and mild innuendo

Notes: First drabble, first contest entry! This story borders lime-y territory, so be on the warning for that! //this is the closest I will border NSFW, just to let you guys know– Hope you enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Could you pls write about the first time Petyr talked with Sansa in the tournament, show or book, thanks!

With pleasure, anon. Let’s do both.

I love 1st meetings and how they “audition” characters in specific relationship setups. In this case both book & show do an a+ job of establishing what we can expect from the PxS dynamic further down the line. Both run with the same basic theme of unsettling intrusion, but there are, of course, differences, too.

The book gives us a brief, quiet but intense moment where silver is the dominant color. It’s there in the moonlight, in Petyr’s hair, in his mockingbird pin, and in his grey-green gaze which is fixed on Sansa. Petyr is associated with silver. Similarly to the color, his presence, too, pervades this scene as he rapidly engages 4 out of 5 senses:

  • sight (“He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father.”)
  • hearing (“You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her.)
  • smell (“His breath smelled of mint.”)
  • touch (“His fingers brushed against her cheek as he stroke one auburn lock.”)
  • (taste will join in soon enough but not just yet)

Both are transfixed by appearances - Sansa by the perfect knight and Petyr by “the Tully look” -, and these “fantasy trances” are colored by chivalric romance (”Your mother was my queen of beauty once.”). It’s the surface they take note of first when they look at each other, too, but Sansa already picks up on the tension between Petyr’s appearance and what’s beneath, signaling that her naiveté doesn’t equal being stupid at all. What exactly Petyr thinks we will never know for sure, but I suspect his thinking process temporarily breaks down when he spots her, which brings me to my next observation, i.e. they both disrupt the other’s “default setting”: Petyr “effortlessly” pulls her out of her foolish daydreaming that instantly puts her “ill at ease”, and she just as easily yanks his “smooth operator” card, rendering him quiet, vulnerable, and abrupt. Both come away from this odd encounter a bit off balance, and this gives us a taste of what’s to develop between them later on: an obsessive, irregular dance characterized by a constant push-and-pull of hazards and dependency.

The show has to condense and filter the source material, so we get more in their first scene but also less.

For one, the atmosphere feels somewhat less intimate than in the book (imo). It’s daytime (I suppose it films better), Petyr doesn’t reach out to stroke her hair, he is much more talkative, and so his core fixation is (for now) downplayed (”I’ve known your mother a long, long time.” vs “She was my queen of beauty once.”). The power of Sansa’s proximity is not as pronounced/explicit yet, “only” hinted via Petyr’s body language (since he can’t seem to detach himself from her).

It is more because the scene runs on much longer, and we can already see him act as her guide, answering her questions, explaining things and divulging a disturbing secret. It is more because they get to watch a young knight bleed to death, and Petyr’s follow-up remark (“Not what you were expecting?”) nicely hints at the role he will soon take on full-time in her story: the initiator and death-bringer who helps “adjust” her grossly romanticized/incomplete worldview. His tone is sympathetic but he also watches her reaction hungrily, enjoying it, which reflects the fundamental behavioral ambiguity he will carry later on as a companion or “fellow traveler” w/ warped, predatory qualities.

Aside from the detracting and adding, the show thankfully keeps his unsettling intruder effect intact both on a verbal and visual level:

  • his first words to her “Lovers’ quarrel?” as Sansa keeps fixating on Joffrey instantly mark him as a shameless intruder, appearing out of nowhere, prying into private business which, similarly to the book scene, results in her focus being (temporarily) yanked off a fantasy image
  • while not reaching out, Petyr still presses himself up to Sansa’s side and leans in close for good measure while whispering sweet nothings (i.e. twisted tales) into her ear, already bestowing an indirect, intimate lesson concerning the paradoxical power of knowledge: it gives you an edge over others but it often serves you best if they think you clueless.

So just like the book, the show also uses their first meeting to give us the broad stokes, establishing Petyr as a dark mentor who has 0 respect for any kind of boundary and Sansa as a seemingly passive student who is, in fact, all ears whenever he opens his mouth.

chocolapeanut  asked:

“How can anyone not be afraid of love?”, Mahaad + Atem? 。◕ ‿ ◕。

From this meme: [X]  

Send me two characters or more and a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic a long mess, how did this happen???

(I was planning to put it in a read more line but idk it doesn’t show on tumblr mobile so… just scroll down the block if you don’t wanna read it)


It’s very rare that he asks Yuugi for anything, not wanting to interfere with his life. But he couldn’t help it, he finally had some clues on what he was, on who he was, on why he was in the Puzzle. He just… he had to make sure it was real.

So he asks Yuugi if he could do something, go out and relax in his body, and he obliges with no hesitation. Encouraging him to take his time, and actually threatening him if he switched control too soon. He asks again if this could be private, and Yuugi is fine with it.

So here he was, at the museum, standing before the tablet again. A tablet of friendship created by a high priest, Isis said. One that had apparently been close to him.

He wonders how much of that was true. It’s just one tablet, one event in his life (one he couldn’t remember).

“You’re interested in Ancient Egypt?”

He turns to find a man leaning against a pillar. He was tall, a little taller than Kaiba, and had long black hair. Hair so dark and silky it looked violet against the light.

Usually he would be wary of strangers, especially those who ask him about Egypt. It was always a theme in their lives that anyone who’s interested in Egypt and approaches them were not nice, to put it mildly.

But this was a museum, and he supposes it was a normal question. Considering he was a teenager staring at an Ancient Egyptian artifact intensely.

“Of sorts,” he says, observing the man some more. Blue eyes, not as vibrant as Anzu’s or intense as Kaiba’s, but still striking in its own way. Like looking into a calm river. “Things related to Ancient Egypt frequently appear in my life,” an understatement, “and it wouldn’t hurt to know more about it.”

The man hums, looking at the tablet then at him. He suspects that he’s looking at the carving of the pharaoh, perhaps comparing their similarities.

“Any questions you wish to ask?”

He blinks.

“I know a lot about Ancient Egypt,” the man says. “I can give you plenty of obscure facts about it. For instance, did you know that onions were considered an aphrodisiac?”

He snorts at that, knowing from Yuugi’s memories that onions were a pretty common ingredient for many dishes. “We must all be horny as hell twenty-four-seven.”

He probably shouldn’t be talking to a stranger this much, this was still Yuugi’s body. And it wouldn’t be good if they met the man again, only to find Yuugi and not him. Yuugi’s friends were enough, he shouldn’t intrude in his partner’s life any more than he already has.

(but it was nice to talk about things that weren’t life-threatening, and it felt nice to be not the Other Yuugi for once)

“Perhaps,” the man says, smiling. “Priests were forbidden to eat them because it might raise their libido, and they wouldn’t be able to perform any of their sacred duties.”

“I take it you like onions, considering this is your opening line to convince me of your Egyptian expertise?” He raises an eyebrow, turning completely towards the stranger. He looked around the same age as Pegasus (though really, most people looked older than the multimillionaire manchild). He was wearing a grey cardigan and black slacks.  

It was fascinating how plain and simple the man looked. Yet at the same time, not. There was something about him, beneath the mellow and approachable appearance of the man, he felt there was a kind of… flair to him.

Like something magical.

“I love anything with onions in it.”

“You’d be a horrible priest, then.”

“There were ways around it,” the man says, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Rituals to purify one’s self. Priests weren’t saints, after all.”

“I’m sure there were people who’d still say you’d be a horrible priest.”

“I can think of at least one,” the man chuckles, laughing at some inside joke only he was privy to.

He thinks of Shadi who had barged into people’s soul rooms and even changed them to suit their needs. He thinks of Shadi who had given the Eye to Pegasus when he was obviously grieving and emotionally vulnerable. 

He thinks of himself, the first weeks of being out of the Puzzle, punishing Yuugi’s classmates with no hesitation.

Shadi could be considered a priest, couldn’t he? And him… he was a pharaoh, someone who should be above priests.

“None of us are, some less saintly than others,” he says, giving himself a self-deprecating smile. He turns back to look at the tablet, eyes roaming through every symbol and image on it. He had assumed that Isis and her clan would be the only people who knew about the history of Nameless Pharaoh, but considering this was part of an exhibit - and the fact that people like Pegasus, Sugoroku, and even Ryou knew parts of it? It seems a bit silly to think it was some kind of secret.

“Can you tell me anything about them?” He asks, pointing at the two figures above his supposed self and the priest.

The man tilts his head. “Not about the one that looks like you? I would have been curious about that.”

So he did assume he was interested because of that. “I’m,” scared of finding out what kind of person he was, “more curious about them. They look a lot like two Duel Monsters I know.”

The man hums, walking towards the tablet. He was beside him, looking up at the tablet, seemingly unaware of how the teen stiffened in response of their sudden change in proximity.

“I don’t know much about the dragon, only that she was incredibly steadfast and strong,” the man says. “I know more about the man above the pharaoh, he was one of his high priests.”

A high priest, like the one who ordered this tablet to be made? Did he have an item then? “So he couldn’t eat onions too?” He jokes.

“No, much to his dismay, it didn’t stop him though.”

“Much to his dismay?” He raises an eyebrow. “Are we talking about him or you?”

“Why not both?” The man shrugs. “Kill two birds with one stone.”

“Right,” he snorts, looking at the details of Dark Magician in the tablet. So did that mean his monster had been a priest? Was Dark Magician even the person depicted in this tablet? “A high priest… what was special about him that he was carved here?”

One could say that perhaps it was because he was his ace. Kaiba had Blue Eyes White Dragon, while he had Dark Magician. But that was pushing it too far, even for him. This was something that happened thousands of years, he doubted they were carved because both were their favorite cards.

Even he had to draw the line with using fate as an explanation.

“Loyalty perhaps? That would be obvious. Protectiveness? It is depicting a battle, maybe he was one of his best warriors,” the man says. “But I would have to say love.”

“Love,” he repeats flatly.

“You don’t think so?”

He thinks of this tablet, one that was a symbol of friendship that he didn’t remember. This was the only thing in his past that didn’t seem to want to kill him, a symbol of love. He doesn’t know how to handle love, he never considered it was something his past had. “I’m… wary of love.”

“How can you be scared of love?”

“How can you not?” He shoots back. He thinks of Kaiba and how most of his world was his little brother. Thinks about how much he must have lost and taken just to give him a comfortable life.

He thinks of Mokuba, and how much of an unbearable and murderous brat he was before, because he had been drifting away from the only family he had and didn’t know what to do.

He thinks of Jounouchi, living with his drunkard of a father and still hoping they’d regain their father-son bond, willing to give all of his prize money from Duelist Kingdom, a nightmare of a tournament, for his sister.

He thinks of Otogi, who had done horrible things to Yuugi in hopes to make his father proud. He thinks of Ryou, who often looks in longing at passing families. He thinks of Pegasus, a man who couldn’t handle losing his wife well.

He thinks of Yuugi and the burn scars on his hands.

“How can anyone not be scared of love?” He wonders. “You have to endure, you have to lose, you have to hurt… all for love.”

Silence.

“Some would say it’s worth it.”

“Do you think so?” He remembers how much Yuugi wouldn’t let go, remembers how Jounouchi was so torn between leaving the Puzzle behind and taking the risk of wasting time to bring the Puzzle with them too. He would have rather both of them left him, instead of slowly burning in that hell hole. “Love often means sacrifice.”

“You don’t like sacrifice?”

“I don’t like people sacrificing for me, love’s not worth it if they’re hurt because of me.”

“Many would say that sacrificing for a loved one is worth it.”

He laughs, forced and bitter. “And what if the loved one is hurt because of it? What it they forever think that it’s their fault? What if they wished you never loved them, so you’d never become hurt? What then? What if they have nobody else and you’re gone? What if they choose not to have anyone else so that nobody sacrifices for them ever again? Who picks up the pieces when your sacrifice breaks them?

More silence.

“… I don’t know.”

He laughs again. “That’s a bit selfish, isn’t it? That you wouldn’t consider the feelings of a loved one, even if you justify it with sacrifice.”

He thinks of Yuugi’s thoughts, the moment the Puzzle was put back together, he felt his partner’s desperation in taking him back. The mantra “I want to see him again!” playing over and over until he fainted. 

A selfish thought for a selfless act.

Love was scary.

He recalls what Isis had told him, about how he sealed himself in the Puzzle for the greater good. Sacrifice then, to keep his loved ones alive. He wonders vaguely if that high priest, the past incarnation of Kaiba, had been mad at him. That this tablet of friendship was more of a tablet of grief, of pain, of anger.

That seemed more like Kaiba, in his opinion.

“Is that what you feel then?”

Have you been broken? Is what the man means.

He considers it, he doesn’t have any memories to know if he had lost people. If people sacrificed for him, if it had become too much for him.

Yet…

Whenever Yuugi put his life on the line, whenever anyone put their lives on the line, there was something familiar about it that he couldn’t dismiss. Horror. Fear. Pain. Anger.

Resignation. The quiet pleas of “No, not again” echoing in his mind.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “But, I sometimes feel phantom pains when I see someone I love hurt,” he touches his chest. “Like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once. I’m beginning to wonder if my sacrifice was more for me than for them, if I was just tired… if that was the only thing I knew, because so many who loved me sacrificed as well. It must have been normal.”

He doesn’t know that the man hears, doesn’t see the man wince.

“I’m sorry.”

He jerks at that, blinking. Then he laughs awkwardly. “What are you sorry for? You were offering me trivias and I was the one who rambled,” he places his hands in his pockets. “I should be sorry, I was wasting your time.”

“You would never wast-! … It was not a waste of time, I was happy to help,” the man sighs. He gives him a quiet long stare.

“… What is it?”

“You’re a duelist, correct? One of your decks is a Dark Magician one.”

He blinks, he didn’t expect someone to describe him like that. Most usually say things about him beating Kaiba or Pegasus. And then either running away or demanding a duel. Nobody has ever taken note what his deck was, except Kaiba (and that was usually because he was spending half his time trying to defeat it).

“Here,” the man holds out a card.

He takes it, widens his eyes at the title of the card. “Thousand Knives?”

It was a Dark Magician support card too.

“It’s an apology, for all the pain you had to endure,” the man says with a solemnity that he couldn’t place. “Let all the knives you’ve taken become a weapon against your enemies, not yourself.”

What?

“I can’t-! This isn’t-!” He sputters, looking at the card. It was a very useful card, and something that appealed to him greatly. He imagines using this against monsters more powerful than Dark Magician. It was so tempting but- “I can’t accept this, you don’t know-”

The man wasn’t there.

“… Me?”

The Door Is Open To My Heart

Just a few words about Olicity in 521 if I may.

The episode was hard pressed to follow up the grandeur of 520, but I thought it was a pretty good one. As always in my rambling analysis of episodes, I steer my attention towards the interaction between Oliver and Felicity. I could be wrong, but it seems that the direction of the story narrative, not just in the past two episodes, but for the whole season has been circling back to their growth- as endgame and as individuals.

When I watch them, together or apart, there is always a subtext going on. It’s not verbal; more implied. The Newbies, Chase, Oliver’s mayoral duties and decisions, Felicity with Billy before and after he died, Susan and Oliver’s belief that being with her was for the best—all of that and more leads me to ask two questions: Does Felicity really want to leave Oliver behind her and does Oliver really want to move forward without her?

Of course, the answer is no.  That’s why she told Oliver she didn’t know when he asked her if what she had with Billy was real. Oliver said the same thing to John when asked if Felicity was part of the game plan moving forward.

When they had sex in 520 (damn those flashbacks) there was that one moment when they stopped kissing and ravaging and looked deeply into each other’s eyes. it wasn’t the wine, it wasn’t ripping their clothes off and getting down on the floor—it was the truth between them. They both wanted and needed each other because one doesn’t work without the other. The cuddling, the pillow talk, that apparent happiness on their faces; it seemed like the way forward for them. Okay, so there was still an elephant in the room with them—Oliver’s lie and Felicity’s belief that he doesn’t trust her or anybody else. But it still felt like there was hope for them. (Insert a deep, heavy sigh here.)

So the season started and they were catapulted forward into their individual story arcs.  For a lot of fans, it was frustrating, demoralizing and just plain wrong. But it was also necessary. Like it or not, the narrative had them walking in each other’s footsteps. Myself and others thought maybe they should have taken those steps first before driving off into the sunset. They had months together of sexual and romantic bliss, but there was one crucial element missing—perspective. Sure, fantasy is great and all, but Oliver and Felicity are not Disney characters. Arrow is not  a sitcom where there are sudden realizations followed by a swell of happy music and everything makes sense and is worked out at the end of each episode.

For the whole of Season 5, Oliver and Felicity have been bouncing off each other like billiard balls in a dysfunctional pool game. Watching them trying to move on and away from each other always made me chuckle. But in my amusement, I knew there was a reason why. It wasn’t because the narrative was telling me so, it was because I know these characters. I’ve watched them and their relationship built from the ground up. There is an investment with them; a faith. Even when they’re sad and suffering with their issues, there is still an undertone brewing. I can see it in the way they look at each other, how they still worry and protect one another. It goes deeper than the cotton candy life they shared on their world travels and in Ivy Town. The story theme this season is supposed to be about legacy. Okay, I’ll go along with that. But isn’t legacy another word for endgame? I’m just saying.

So in episodes 520 and 521, their journey in each other’s shoes led them back to each other, more seasoned and stronger. There is a reason love can hurt sometimes. It’s because if we take it for granted, if we assume that saying the words ‘I love you’ is more important than the actions—the inevitability is that eventually we end up alone. Saying and showing it are vastly different realities. Being in love and staying in love takes a lot of work. And what worked for me in the 28 years I was married was learning to blend, or fuse, the fantasy with the reality. But I put in the work first. Love isn’t an assumption—it’s an outcome.

The speech Felicity gave to Oliver in 521 was an outcome. She wasn’t telling him to not live his father’s life, she was showing him how to live his own life. That life is being the Green Arrow. With all they’ve gone through in the past five years, she also showed Oliver that she is a part of his life too. He makes it better. When Oliver nodded in response, all I could think about (besides hoping they would kiss) was the question Chase asked him—does Oliver really think Felicity’s life is better having him in it? Felicity took that doubt away. How do I know this? Because shortly after that beautiful scene they shared, Oliver was back up and running as the Green Arrow—suit and all.

I have one more observation, or maybe it’s a question. When Felicity suggested Oliver leave the past in the past, was she including herself doing the same? Didn’t she already give him an example of this in 411 when she burned her Goth picture? I think she even said the same words. Will everything stay in the past? Doesn’t the past become the future at some point? Both of them deserve a good one—as individuals and as a couple. The door is open to their hearts again.

In the photo stills for 522, they are looking at each other with that future in their eyes. MG said the birthday cake is awesome—a private inner joke, but still awesome. I’m hoping that Oliver and Felicity will realize that they can have their cake and eat it too.

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