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The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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You have five seconds. Five seconds and then you need to walk out of here and smile and laugh like nothing is wrong. Five seconds alone in this bathroom stall.

Five seconds.

One.
They kissed. Play it over and over again in your head. The edge of the window obscured only what you could fill in anyway. They kissed, and that’s the end of it. No last-ditch attempts, no alternate endings. He is in love with her, and he kissed her, not you. You watched from the sidelines, just like you always do. You thought you were in the game but you’ve been benched all season, playing holograms and recordings and pictographs of memories.
For this second, embrace that rawness. He kissed her and it hurts because she isn’t you.

Two.

I know you want to argue, that you’re doing it right now. You’re making excuses and adding in ‘but what ifs.’ After all, you didn’t actually see it. Maybe your eyes played tricks on you. Maybe it wasn’t what you saw.
You want to say, but what about two days ago? What about the things he said, the way he looked at me? At just me.
It doesn’t matter what he says. It doesn’t matter how you think he felt. It doesn’t matter who you think he wants, it matters who he’s with.
And he is with her. Not you.

Three.

You were wrong about everything. Admit it. Own up to your dreams that got in the way of reality, acknowledge the danger of overanalysis. He makes you feel like home, but if he’s home, why does it feel like he just scraped out your insides?
And not for the first time. You feel hollow–cling to this. Maybe he is where your heart is, maybe he is your heart. Maybe he is everything to you, but you’re not to him. If you were, he wouldn’t have kissed her.

Four.

Remember all those things, one last time. After this, they are gone. They have to be gone. It’s the only way you’re going to survive. Remember the first time you met him and you knew you were going to fall in love with him and you knew it was going to break your heart. You always saw this coming. Deep down, you’ve just been waiting for the blow to fall.

Five.


I don’t know if you’re going to love anyone else. I don’t know if distance will finally solve what proximity cannot touch. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna really forget how much this hurts.
But one day, it will stop hurting. I promise

Look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and smile.
You are beautiful, you are brave. You love without regard for the consequences, and that is one of the best things about you.
You have amazing friends and a whole summer with them ahead of you.
Don’t miss out on that because you’re sad about him.
You are going to live through this, and you’re going to be better.

Walk out of here and don’t let them see those five seconds. Life’s too short to get all weak-kneed over some fuckboy who doesn’t care.

—  “Five Seconds in a Bathroom Stall”

Just a warning to Juvia fans about the Dragon Cry movie. From what I read, Juvia has little, to no seriousness in this movie. She does have two different fights: the unison strip one with Gray where she ultimately helps/saves him after he’s hurt (probably with that love attack we saw in the trailer), and one with Lucy and Wendy. 

So, she gets two fights, which is AWESOME, and more than she really got in the first movie. But she’s also basically in delusion/fantasy/love rival/fangirl mode throughout most, if not all of the film. 

But guess what? From what I read on twitter, the Japanese fans LOVE that about her. There was a steady stream of “cute Juvia” all day coming from those who watched the screenings, people thanking Mashima for having her be so cute and funny, and even thanking him for her love rival delusions and fantasies. They LIKE Juvia that way. Again, it’s a difference between Western and Japanese tastes/cultures. 

So, just a heads up, if you’re expecting serious Juvia, you’re not likely to get much, or any of it in the film. She’s largely a tension breaker and comedy relief in this film, because that’s what the Japanese like. However, it did lead to some cute Gruvia (the hugging), and also some badass Juvia likely saving Gray (the love attack from the trailer that looked so pretty), and she also seems to be in the film a lot (and probably more than she was present in the first one). 

It was a fanservice/action-packed movie. We got our serious Juvia throughout nearly this entire war arc that’s still currently going on. And this movie takes place just before the war arc, so it’s just before things get really intense. 

Therefore, it’s been a long time since we’ve actually had comedic Juvia in the main series, and it’s been a long time since the anime aired. Mashima decided to give the fans what he thought would make them happy in this film, and in Japan that’s a silly Juvia that leads to cute Gruvia stuff. 

Anyway, just please don’t be disappointed. It’s really jarring how differently the Japanese fans react in comparison to how the western fans react to comedic Juvia. The Westerners take such offense, or get so hung up on it, while the Japanese adore it, and eat it up. Especially the Juvia fans. 

Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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I was just watching star trek the motion picture for the first time ever (I liked it! it was slow but interesting! totally saw the ~~twist~~ coming from lightyears away but that was alright!), and you know how there’s this scene where they have the different enterprise evolutions drawings in the background: 

And I noticed this one in particular: 

This is the USS-Enterprise XCV-330, for those of you interested. 

So I thought “huh, that looks familiar, actually”. And it is, because quite recently NASA unveiled concept art for their first ever warp-capable ship (once they figure out how to do warp safely), and it looks like this: 

It’s called the IXS Enterprise. 

NASA once again confirmed for being giant nerds. 

Star vs the Forces of Evil theory

Originally posted by moringmark

The main thing I wanted to focus on in this, is the queens of Mewni and how they’re stories might affect Star’s journey.To do that, I feel it is necessary to bring up what exactly their pedestals said.


Celena the Shy; What hides behind the golden fan the hand does sweetly hold, a trove of cosmic secrets that will never be told.
In the episode ‘Into the Wand’, Celena is the first tapestry Star really looks at, and Star immediately goes; “Great-great grandma Shy!”. Not only does this place Celena as the closest related Queen to star besides for Moon, but it also reveals that Star learned about Celena, probably from her mother, early on. We also came to note that- we don’t know what marks Celena has on her cheeks due to her fan. Some people have theorized however, that she has the diamonds on her cheeks like Moon due to the diamond shape in her wand.
 
Solaria the Monster Carver; A castle stormed is a hero born, with might as strong as steel. Kneels the void before her and the crushing force she wields.
What really stood out to me is one, the markings on Solaria’s face. Lightning bolts- not one of the classic symbols from a deck of cards like many people theorize, but I feel the need to remind everyone- The symbols on their cheeks can change with their emotions. Whenever Star is bored, they change to hourglasses, and in some cases when she’s fighting, they can change to skulls. Based on the heart Solaria wears on her clothes, I think it’d be a fair bet to say she originally has hearts like Star. Another thing that stood out is that Star literally never mentions anything about her. She reads the pedestal, and then she’s rushing off to get chauncy (I never really bothered to learn his name).

Eclipsa the Queen of Darkness: Eclipsa the queen of mewni to a mewman king was wed, but took a monster for her love and away from Mewni fled.
Eclipsa’s pedestal lets out a hiss of steam as Star passes by, something none of the other pedestals did, and in that steam seemed to be the shape of a face before it cleared. After Star reads her pedestal, she looks… mildly impressed, furthering the idea by saying  'Ohh, bad girl.’ Eclipsa also is mentioned in 'Page turner’ as Moon Butterfly’s (Queen Butterfly presently) 9 great- grandmother. Also In page turner, it’s revealed that Eclipsa wrote an entire chapter of dark spells, ones that didn’t seem to interest Star that much, but affected Marco greatly.

Moon the Undaunted: The immortal monster will long be haunted by the darkest spell of Moon the Undaunted.
Here we see a young Moon, less prim and proper and looking much like her daughter, riding on her pet goat thing, and battling Toffee. Not just battling him so to say but- appearing to be winning, cutting off his famous missing finger. Star even looks baffled at this, saying in clear surprise 'My mom fought toffee?’ Which implies she didn’t know about the fight at all.
It is then that Star’s attention is drawn to the thing currently making her own tapestry, and Toffee’s finger is ripped out of Moon’s tapestry.  

Now, moving on. Obviously I think what’s really important here, is two Queens and Star.
Eclipsa and Solaria.

  • Eclipsa is seen and mentioned many times throughout the few episodes, sometimes not with all that much fondness, and in Page Turner- fear. When Star grab’s toffee’s finger at the end of Into the Wand, it shows toffee, the wand breaking, and Eclipsa’s close up of her face.

    Solaria is simply… a queen we don’t know much about. Her story is basically told on her pedestal, but that’s it. Her castle was stormed and she kicked some monster ass. The end. Unlike everyone else, Star doesn’t say anything about her- this either implies that she’s not important at all, or that her story is one we need to learn ourselves.

    But the main reason I brought it down to Solaria, Eclipsa and Star is…. none of them seemed to have followed the tradition Moon scolds Star for. Eclipsa ran away and fell in love with a monster, the mewmans sworn enemy, and Solaria became a feared monster slayer more than a queen- even shaving her hair off by the looks of it, the family wand becoming a sword in her presence. Star clearly doesn’t like the tradition, and based on her slight respect for Eclipsa… she and Solaria might be the one closest to Star in a magical and personality based sense.

    This is further proven by 'Bon Bon the birthday clown’ where Star casts one of Eclipsa’s dark spells, the All seeing eye.  She does it, perfectly. She casted a dark spell, first try, perfectly. Better yet, when she saw how happy Marco and Jackie were, her jealousy and anger even allowed her to break a wheel on Jackie’s skateboard when she was far away. Those emotions described as 'dark’ by most, activate the darker half of the wands magic- something most people blame Eclipsa for.  

    I feel like Star will unconsciously find herself drifting to Eclipsa more often now that her spell book and her mentor are gone. It’s speculated Star and Marco are bound to be enemies, due to Marco’s monster arm appearing a few times, and how sympathetic he is towards monsters- Since Marco plays a strong role in star’s magic (if you don’t believe me, let me just remind you of how Star managed to achieve 'Dip down’ when she heard Marco reading the chapter of her journal titled 'my thoughts on Marco’ and how both times she saw Marco with Jackie while she was casting magic in bon bon the birthday clown, her magic backfired and activated the green magic- the darker magic- instead) it might not end up well.

  • Now that I got that obvious theory out of the way, time to mention my personal favorite.
  • Marco the king of Darkness.
    Yes yes, I know, 'Come on Arhi! Another Marco turns evil theory?’  
    Yes. Yes actually, but maybe not in the way many people think. Marco is sympathetic towards monsters as we’ve seen in quite a few episodes. That’s point number one- they keep coming for him and his best friend, but he still feels kinda bad about hurting them. Number two, his monster arm. Having it gave him power, something he clearly liked having, and even yelled at Star for her offer to remove the monster arm from him, saying that she could use magic all she wanted, but when it gave HIM an advantage it had to be taken away.
  • To me it almost sounds like it’s not the first time it’s happened.
  • Number three- Toffee calling him a disappointment. This ones kinda meh to me because it could have multiple meanings. A disappointment of a monster, a magical enemy for Star, of a companion of Stars, or maybe- as a relative of Toffee’s.  
  • Number four- Marco’s affinity for magic. Specifically the darker magic. Marco is a human as far as we’re aware- no magical abilities whatso ever. So why did he respond the way he did to reading Eclipsa’s chapter? A chapter of dark spells for wielders of the royal family wand. 

Feel free to talk to me about anything in my theories. My friend wanted me to write it all down and post it here so I’d love to see what you all have to say!

encrypted-cat  asked:

I have an amazing idea. Could you draw whoever you want from the undertale cast, as a marshmellow

This ended up being one of those times where I finished, sat back, looked at my paper, and asked myself “what the heck just happened”

So! The first person I thought of when I saw this was Sans

Then I drew him a buddy

Then I made more

And then just for the heck of it I drew the marshmallow goats as literal marshmallows

So uhm yeah that happened

@encrypted-cat I’m pretty sure none of us expected this to occur…but it did, and now I’m not sure if I’m happy or terrified. Thank you for the request, nonetheless!✨

Also let me just say, @encrypted-cat, you… oh my goodness, you seem to constantly be bringing me a smile with some sweet comment on a piece or a really kind ask. Thank you so much for all of your kind words.✨

Chyler Interview

What was casting for Maggie like? You went through chemistry reads, so what do you remember of Floriana coming in to do it?

Well, in that conversation when I was talking with Greg, I was like, “Listen, I don’t want to come across like I’m super strong about this whole thing, but at the same time, just hear my heart, hear where I’m coming from: I’m insisting on being in the room.” We were in Canada at that point. We had already made our move up there, which we learned we were moving to Canada, and then I learned that I’m a lesbian, and I’m just going, “All right, hold on a second, give me a minute to breathe here.” [Laughs.] So, I was up in Canada, and I was like, “Please give me the short list of who you were thinking,” because I want to make sure that we’ve got a good connection. I’m very particular about who’s on our set, just because we’ve got a vibe. We’ve got such a great cast, and it’s a family, and I’m a mom, so for me, I want to make sure that everybody gets along. This was incredibly important to me because I knew how delicately this was going to be treated.

They sent up the audition tapes for three girls. I looked them over, my husband looked them over with me. He’s like, “I’m going to make sure you get a good girl!” I was like, “All right, honey.” It’s pretty great — he picked out my girlfriend before I did. So, we saw the tape, and he was like, “I think this is your girl,” and he was talking about Floriana. I said, “All right, I’m going to test her in the room to see how it goes.” She was the second one to come in after the first girl who came in — they were all lovely. The first girl came in, and I looked at casting and everybody in there is like, [shakes head] “Not it.” Then, Floriana came in second, and the moment she walked in — and she’s stunningly beautiful, so that is one thing, but I could see that she and I, we’re a wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve kind of person and real-deal kind of person. Life’s too short, I don’t have time for B.S. I was like, “I’m just going to put it out there and say, ‘This is me, this is where I’m at, this is who I am, who are you?‘” We didn’t even have many moments to really talk, because she’s testing. But it was just this thing, all of a sudden I just look over at her, “Huh, I like this one, I think she’s great.” We did the scenes, she walked out, and I looked over like, [nods head] “She’s the one.” We had the third girl come in, she was lovely, too, but I was like, “No, no, Floriana is the one.”

We get through the whole process, and it seemed like everybody was on the same page. I wrote to Greg, I wrote to Andrew, I wrote to Peter Roth. I’ve known Peter since I was a teenager, so I was like, [mimes typing] “Dear Peter, I want her. Get her for me. I love you. Thank you. Take care. Bye.” He was just like, “Chyler, I can’t believe you emailed me.” I was like, “No, for real.” He’s like, “I totally see it, I get it, she’s lovely and wonderful.” Then I get the call that she was going to do it. I got her information. I literally hunted her down. It sounds really creepy, actually. Hmm. But I was like, “Please, please, you’re lovely and wonderful, please come, please be a part of it.” She’s like, “I love it.” It was pretty awesome.

Since you didn’t know each other beforehand, did you take any time to get to know each other, or was the onscreen chemistry just immediate?

Well, she was in L.A., so I didn’t really have time to sit down or what not. But we texted each other quite a few times and went back and forth, tried bonding that way. But when she came on set, it was like, “Oh, okay.” It’s one of those times where you meet somebody and it feels like you’ve known them forever. It’s the same thing. We were very similar in a lot of ways, so it was just easy. That’s what I really appreciate about it; we didn’t have to manufacture something. In our business, you never really know who you’re going to get and who you’re going to work with. Sometimes it’s great, sometimes it’s awful, and you gotta do what you gotta do. But this was one of those cases where she’s a special girl and we have a cool bond.

When you started shooting the episodes with the very first seed of Alex and Maggie’s burgeoning relationship, were you nervous?

I was. The first scene that I had with Maggie was in episode 3, and she shows up in the airport, and we’ve got this whole crime scene situation. That was fine. There was this flirty thing, and it was this unspoken thing going on, but you see the fans that watched — the second they saw a photo of us, they were just like, “Oh my god, they’re in love with each other!” [Laughs.] I’ll tell you when it was, it was when the light bulb started to go off in the dialogue for Alex, and all of a sudden, I was like, “These words are coming out my mouth!” and I felt uncomfortable, because I hadn’t walked in Alex’s shoes from that side of her. I felt like I was coming out as Alex, so I’m just saying all these things, and I’m talking to my husband going, “This is so strange, but it’s amazing and I love it.” It was challenging, though, for sure. The director, Glen Winter, who is just amazing — this was episode 5, the episode where I sit down with her in the bar and say, “Maybe there’s truth to what you said.” I kind of felt like I was nauseous doing it, because I’m a very emotional person, so I don’t have to sit here and think of things that make me super sad from my past to be able to cry. I don’t know, I think I have this empathy reserve in my body that I can just defer to that. “Okay, I feel things really intensely, just use it.” So all the stuff in the bar, I really felt it. That’s something that people have been relating to the most because it’s honest. I’m not trying to [whispers] bullshit people. That’s not me. That’s when it started for me, episode 5, when it was going, “Oh my gosh, these words are coming out of my mouth!”

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Maybe it’s just the podcasts I listen to, but I’ve noticed that there tends to be a pretty dramatic shift between the first and second seasons. 

Purely speculation here, but I imagine it’s one part that the hiatus between seasons is a good turning point, and a good time for creators to ponder what works and what doesn’t, and to try something different. For creative teams who are relatively new to podcasting, I imagine that by the end of the first season their skills are refined to the point that they’re more willing to push the limits of what they can do. Also the nature of the first season finale seems to often require that at least some of the premise is abandoned, because the story seems to have moved on from there.

Personally, this pleases me– there’s something really nice about creators having the freedom to adapt the story as they go without the threat of executives breathing down their necks to keep rehashing the same thing over and over again. 

WTNV had probably a more subtle shift, going from seemingly unconnected daily life in the first season to the very clearly connected Strexcorp plot in the second. Notably with that one, though, the later seasons seemed to go back to more of a middle ground between the two. 

The season one finale of Wolf 359 cemented a fairly huge tonal shift in the series, but that was furthered by the format of mission logs and all that jazz being formally abandoned early into season two. 

I saw similar in the format and plot of both Tanis and Ars Paradoxica, though I’ll leave the specifics on that one to people who have dedicated more thought and energy to those than I have. 

Archive 81 kind of takes the cake for it, to the point where it inspired this post. Listening to the first episode of the second season, I was very much “well… that is not the direction I foresaw this show going.”

All that in mind, the Concierge episode of The Penumbra Podcast seems to be an in-universe segue for the same kind of shift in format and tone. Especially considering how the series was originally intended to be a Twilight Zone-esque anthology show and eventually turned into the Adventures of Juno Steel Plus A Few Side Stories.

My video chat with Newsies' Andy Richardson

I got the extremely lucky chance to Skype with Broadway star Andy Richardson for my theatre class because my uncle is friends with him and I was able to set it up. This is my biggest accomplishment of my life, and I still can’t believe this happened. I never in my wildest dreams would think this would be possible, yet here we are. I’d like to share my experience with y'all because it was such a pure thing and Andy is absolutely wonderful.

Andy was super excited to see us. When the video chat started, he grinned really wide & waved a lot. Anyone who had a question he’d wave and say hi to.

He started off by telling us about himself; he grew up in Austin, Tx and got into theatre when he was around 7 and starred in his second grade play as Cheese(I may have misheard because of buffering, but it sounded like he said he was Cheese). His mom flew him to New York to audition for Gypsy and booked the gig, working alongside Pattie Lupone. After the run, he returned to Texas and continued with school, only to return to NYC to make his Broadway debut in Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. He then went on to play in Newsies from its start at Paper Mill all the way through to the show’s closing this last year.

We then got to ask him questions, and he was just the cutest, sweetest, and funniest person ever! He seemed really happy with the questions we asked, and here are the highlights:
•He loves getting to do a backflip while wearing a wig that goes all the way down his back and in heels
•He really wants to perform in any Deaf West production
•One of his dream roles is Fiyero
•His favorite show he’s been in is Newsies, but he also loves Kinky Boots, and his favorite character he’s been is Crutchie
•Any time he thought about a question he rocked backwards and inhaled deeply
•Some of his favorite shows are Wicked, Heathers, Newsies, & a few others that I couldn’t hear due to connection issues.
•Upon saying he loved Heathers, my friend Riley(who is very fun & exitable) stood up and screamed “QUICK FOLLOW UP QUESTION: WHAT HEATHER ARE YOU OR ARE YOU VERONICA?”
•Andy Richardson is, in fact, Yellow Heather
•Riley screamed something along the lines of “OH MY GOD SO AM I WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON!”
•Also did I mention his favorite mEME IS KERMIT THE FROG? He said it doesn’t matter which meme it is, anyone with a frog.
•He also loves the new Meryl Streep one
•He’s very expressive with his face, which causes for hilarious moments when Skype freezes(I might post screenshots)
•He saw some kids filming & asked “Is that snapchat?” and instantly started voguing
•He grew up from a military family, so was very used to referring to adults as “Ma'am, Sir, Mrs. Mr. ext. and when meeting Patty called her "Mrs. Lupone and slightly offended her.
•One of my best friends asked what his favorite song from Newsies was and could he sing it, and what happened next was AMAZING.
•His favorite song to listen to is Once And For All. It is, quote, "Everything you need.”
•He saw the show when he was on a break and he said he was sitting there and the stage started moving, the harmonies mixed, the lights shone brighter and that was the best moment ever.
•He did this really cute thing while describing how he reacted to seeing it where he jumped and leaned back in his chair, placing his hand over his heart.
•(unrelated note that is how me and my friend reacted to seeing that part when he saw it in theaters)
•His favorite song to perform is Letter From The Refuge. It’s such an intimate moment after this intense and fun dance number where it’s just him on stage on a bunk bed with a candle lit.
•He then stARTED SINGING AND I ABOUT DIED
•HE ONLY SANG THE FIRST FEW LINES BUT THOSE WERE THE BEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE
•My friend literally slid out of her chair once he was done saying “I’m dead, I’m dead, that was so amazing it killed me!”
•One of my friends kind of draped herself by the table when asking her question, and he said “I love the pose!” prompting her to drape herself even more
•He has the MOST ADORABLE LAUGH & HIS SMILE IS PURE GOLD OKAY IT’S SO BRIGHT IT COULD POWER THE DEATH STAR

This is all I can think of right now, but after I watch the video I took I might add more

anonymous asked:

How do you and your girlfriend meet, if you don't mind me asking....

ahaha WELL 

She was following me first and I guess was a slight fan (I assume?  you’ll have to ask her on those details)  I reblogged one of those ask memes where your followers copy and paste symbols into your ask box. Each symbol means something and she put the one in my inbox that meant “you’re my tumblr crush”  

I THINK she was on anon, so I responded and put in the tags “hey, maybe we could chat!”  because I was a single/desperate fuck at the time. She ended up messaging me back off anon and I went to her tumblr and I saw she was the same age as me (honestly I was afraid she was going to be like 15 or something) so I looked at her selfie tag and HOLY SHIT! because she’s so fucking pretty *:・゚✧.     and we just started chatting and I found she was really cool and we have similar hobbies and we got along easily. 

So we kept chatting through tumblr and eventually moved to snap chat and skyped a few times. We took a few months to actually start a relationship because of rocky situations with other things. But eventually she asked me out around I think February ??? and of course I agreed. She is like one of my best friends now and so easy to talk to and I swear I get emotional every time I think about how she’s coming here in just a few months!!! I’m so excited!! we’re going to Colossalcon together to klance it up (plus Jyushi and home-run chan) 

I also have to note: we totally flirted with the whole “red/blue” relationship aesthetic. I said I would be the blue one and she said she would be the red one. I’m even a ravenclaw and she’s a gryffindor.  Then voltron came out and we dived into klance together. 


Just AAAHHHHH!! I love you Red! 

Behind the Rear Window - Ch.1

Rear Window AU. When injured photojournalist Jughead Jones thinks he sees a man murder his wife from the window of his apartment it’s up to him to convince the police, and socialite-cum-girlfriend Betty Cooper, that what he saw actually happened, and what starts out as an investigation may just be the key to unlocking a few of their own skeletons in the closet.

First chapter of my multi fic! Rear Window is one of my favourite films and when I was watching it recently I realised just how easy it would be to slip these characters into the world of Hitchcock’s movie. This film, for those of you who haven’t seen it, is very observation and conversation heavy, so while the plot is pretty much the same here it’s those aspects where it will differ some. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy!

(special thank to @formergirlwonder for reading over this chapter! She’s an absolute gem!)

Read here on AO3


Jughead Jones had always known that bricks and mortar did not make a neighbourhood. His thoughts were only confirmed every time he regarded the rear windows facing the shared back alley courtyard from the vantage point of his second story apartment. The last hints of pink and orange faded from the sky, revealing another clear, sunny Riverdale day as the clock crept closer to morning. Each window frame became a small screen, most with cracked and peeling off-white paint. As he sat sleeping in his wheelchair, performances played out behind the open shutters and ajar glass panes; the tiny colony was beginning to bustle.

The man who spent his nights camped out on the fire escape, mattress and all, stirred as the first blinding rays cast their glow over his closed eyelids. His name wasn’t known to Mr Jones, but he certainly knew his wife’s was Ginger, given the amount of times he heard it pleaded at all hours of the day and night. To Jughead, he was simply ‘Mr Screw-Up’. The man stretched, rubbing the heel of a palm into his sleep encrusted eye, before standing precariously on his broken spring mattress and wobbling his way to the open window. He glanced furtively inside, checking left and right for signs that he could make an attempt to gain access back into his abode for the morning ritual of washing, shaving, and listening to early morning advertisements on the radio. Guaranteed, he’d be back sulking on the stairwell before eight thirty.

Jughead flinched on the edge of sleep as cawing crows swooped a little too closely to his window. He had left it ajar to combat the oppressive heatwave invading his apartment, which had left beads of sweat balancing in miscellaneous constellations atop his slightly wrinkled forehead, but his effort appeared to be in vain. Blinking into wakefulness, Jughead swiped at the moisture, which tickled while it dripped down his temples. As he came to, still in his chair by the window, he glanced down at his leg, adorned with a cumbersome cast stretching from his toes to his pelvic bone. Jughead sighed; he’d hoped that this time his hindrance really would have been a dream. His eye caught the bold, black pen strokes against the slightly discoloured plaster, and he allowed himself a chuckle as he read once more the words, “rather a broken bone than a broken spirit”, written in the hasty cursive of his superior, Kevin Keller. His chuckle turned to a grimace as a twinge turned to an itch, fate conveniently placing it directly out of reach beneath the bulky aid to healing.

The glint of a copper penny stole his attention, though, returning his gaze to the array of scenes awaiting his audience for yet another day in the listless stretch of weeks that he’d been chained to a chair for. The copper belonged to the girl opposite and to the left, her window a few brick widths higher than Jughead’s. Dubbed ‘Miss Legs’, the girl’s flaming red hair hung past her waist in perfectly arranged waves, often mirroring the light as it swung this way and that while she danced before her window. She was a nonstop whirlwind of kicks and strides and spins, low melodic tunes of her record player, thankfully, barely reaching Jughead’s apartment; but he couldn’t deny even he was captivated by her talents. He assumed, she embodying what was considered conventionally attractive, that most other men would be jonesing for the chance to have a glimpse at her in her brassiere and matching briefs as she paraded herself about her household chores. To Jughead her overly full lips, painted a shudder inducing crimson more often than not, seemed suffocating. The train of dance partners that appeared every so often in his line of sight confirmed his suspicions, however.

As she tripped out of view his eye caught a scurrying of burnt umber as the miniature daschund, affectionately cooed after under the name Caramel by Ginger multiple times a day, set its sights on a neighbourhood cat and decided to give chase. Millimetres above the game of cat and dog, Jughead lifted his scrutinising blue eyes to ‘Miss Lonelyhearts’. Still young, attractive though somewhat plain, the woman that earned such a title made frequent habit of setting the table for two, eating for one, and then crying herself into a stupor as the empty chair opposite failed once again to partake in the evening’s conversation. Her thick, mousey hair frequented a tight twist at the nape of her neck, round glasses perched just so on the bridge of her delicate nose, eyes wide and unassuming. Her usual dress was erring just slightly on this side of try-hard, but Jughead had seen her at her worst – tattered, flowery hand-me-downs shrouding her fragile figure as she knocked back the wine poured for her, and then the wine poured for her date. Having never seen another soul in the apartment in all their days occupying the same courtyard he only knew her real name by her woeful, self-pitying cries of “oh, Geraldine” that always rang out when he was just drifting off, jolting him back from the edge of unconsciousness.

The next curtain pulling up moved his eye away from her tired face to the window directly above. A worn looking man with dark skin and deep set eyes trudged through his apartment, pulling up the shades as if he were reluctant to face another day. His balding head shone with perspiration in the early morning heat, shoulders dropping several degrees as he exhaled a mournful sigh, head turning to his left. An overly long pause passed before he began to move again, disappearing from view for a moment before the shades covering the next window along rippled and rose, revealing a bedroom. Crumpled sheets were occupied by an elegant woman in her mid-thirties, probably once the height of beauty but now looking as if she’d seen better days. Her frame was withered and meek and her hair hung limp and lifeless around her face. Her smile, Jughead noted, had not met the same foibles of time. She beamed at her husband, head tilting to one side as she spoke, looking more the young girl Jughead imagined she once was in that moment. Her husband nodded, slow and mechanical, before moving back to the kitchen, collecting a tray of breakfast foods, and then returning, setting it gently over the ridges of her legs under the blankets. He leaned in to place a chaste kiss against her cheek before retiring to the adjoining bathroom. His attentive, husbandly duties had earned him the title ‘Mr Caretaker’.

The sight of breakfast made Jughead’s own stomach rumble in anticipation. He wheeled back from his usual perch, rolling past the cabinets and shelves holding countless camera parts – flashes, lenses, bulbs – all stacked and presented perfectly. A tower of copies of the latest issue of Life magazine took up the side table by the front door, his photograph adorning their front covers, staring back at him in duplicate. The rest of the apartment was an unorganised disarray of knickknacks and keepsakes. Broken mechanical parts, overly read and worn copies of his favourite books, boxes upon boxes of old yellowing magazines he called ‘inspiration’ flooded the space. His old typewriter, barely breathing amid the flurry of tat on his desk, took centre stage.

The shrill ringing of his telephone pulled an exasperated sigh from Jughead’s lips as he just managed to manoeuvre his way to the kitchen’s threshold. Reversing a couple of inches he shoved the discarded dress shirt out of the way before picking up the shiny, black receiver.

“Jones,” he spoke into the phone, voice slightly hoarse from disuse. He cleared his throat.

“Well, it doesn’t exactly sound like you’ve been celebrating,” the voice of his assignment manager at the magazine, Kevin, crackled over the line, his tone taking on a minor lilt of amusement that had the skin of Jughead’s back prickling, and not from the excessive heat.

“What exactly is there to celebrate, Keller?” Jughead asked, rolling his neck slightly to ease the tightness he’d suddenly become aware of.

“Have I got the wrong day? Seven weeks since Wednesday – that cast should be coming off by now,” Kevin answered, confused. Jughead huffed a disgruntled breath out of his nose, pressing his lips together.

“Right day, wrong week,” he lamented, throwing a dirty look at his offending leg. Kevin’s laugh rung out of the speaker.

“I told you to stand further to the left,” he chastised, referring to the incident that caused Jughead’s current predicament. He’d been given the go-ahead to stand directly on the track for an in-action shot of the racers in the Grand Prix. Only Jughead would have had the balls to do it, Kevin thought, watching him stride purposefully onto the tarmac to get the snap of a lifetime. He’d worked it all out, what he thought was perfectly. What he didn’t account for was the slight nudge one car gave another as it attempted to undertake on the sharp bend, bumper clipping the rear door and sending it winding off course for a moment, long enough to clip Jughead in the hip, throwing him into an ungraceful heap against the barriers.

“Still got the shot though,” he returned, tone and expression equally smug as he remembered the way he cradled the camera against his chest during the fall, concerned only for the protection of the precious roll of film inside. He distinctly recalled the flicker of satisfaction he’d felt as his finger pushed the button, the way the light flashed as it had seemingly heralded the end of his life.

“It’s quite the shot indeed,” Kevin agreed. “Story isn’t half bad either.” The corners of Jughead’s mouth tilted upwards at the deprecating compliment. There was only the distinct static of the line for a moment as neither man attempted to speak. Eventually, Kevin sighed. “Well, if you’re still cooped up for another week then I guess I can’t offer you this assignment.” Jughead’s back straightened as he sat up. He noticed, briefly, that Miss Legs was practicing pirouettes as she scrubbed a dish.

“What’s the job?” he asked, fingers tightening around the receiver, itching to get the camera in his hands once more. Six weeks had seemed an eternity.

“South America, month or so, heading into the camps,” Kevin recited, keeping the details vague. It didn’t matter, however: Jughead was already hooked.

“Can it wait a week?” he asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice, leaning ever further forward in his wheelchair until the irksomely hard edge of his cast digging into the soft planes of his stomach prevented him.

“Going stir crazy, huh?” Kevin guessed, a slight note of sympathy creeping into his voice. Jughead sighed, settling back against the leather backing of the chair. Mr Screw-Up was blowing unfurling smoke curls into the air as he rested against the metal railings. He was early today. Jughead briefly considered deducing what Screw-Up had done this time, before dismissing the notion as boring.

“You have no idea.”

“How much time have you spent at that window of yours?” Kevin asked suddenly, catching Jughead off guard. He bristled.

“A while,” he retorted with a stubborn air. Mr Caretaker sat on his couch and put his head in his hands as Kevin’s airy laugh echoed in Jughead’s ears. He felt the sudden, overwhelming desire to hang up.

“Careful, Mr Jones, only the lonesome and embittered spend the majority of their time observing life instead of actually living it,” Kevin joked, and Jughead could practically hear him shaking his head gently in mock disapproval. The words struck a chord with Jughead, the image of his father springing before he eyes before his mind even allowed it.

The old man (salt and pepper beard, greying streaks in his hair, slightly sunken cheeks) drifted before Jughead’s eyes. Even while awake the picture haunted him, bottle in hand and grimace a permanent fixture on his features. He sat, moaning and complaining about the state of the world, sour to the umpteenth degree about the unfair hand he’d been dealt. He chose instead to dish out biting insults and the occasional brisk smack rather than making any effort to fix the mess he’d made of himself and join the rest of society. Moving past the war had taken its toll on everyone who fought, but on none more than F.P. Jones, Jughead recalled as an acrid taste invaded his mouth.

Jughead shook himself out of his revere, telling himself the fading sting in his right cheek was only a mere ghost. He turned in time to catch Caramel hopping into the basket contraption Ginger employed to haul the pup up onto her fourth floor balcony, its little legs unable to handle the climb. Kevin’ voice drifted back to his ears.

“You should get married. They say there’s never a dull moment…” Jughead ignored him.

“Hold the story. One more week,” Jughead commanded, already lifting the phone from his ear. He barely heard Kevin’s exasperated replies.

With a nearly audible eye roll, Kevin muttered, “Who is in charge here?” to no one in particular. A distinct ring cut through the stifling air, signalling that the call was over. 

So while watching Trollhunters I noticed something interesting in the museum. What I saw is in the same episode where we saw one of Berk’s ships from How to Train Your Dragon. I couldn’t get a screenshot when I first watched it because I binged the series in two days with my Dad on his TV, but I’m rewatching it, and I finally got a screenshot.

BAM!

It’s Dagur’s axe! For those of you who don’t know, he’s a character who first showed up in the Riders of Berk, and he used that axe in Defenders of Berk.

See? Same axe.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Have you ever been surprised by some painting when you see it in person? I remember when I saw The Birth of Venus, from Botticelli. I knew the painting before, of course, and I thought it interesting and pretty, but it never was my favorite. Then, when I was at the Uffizi, going to see it, I saw people crying and thought this weird. When I finally see it, I was so overwhelmed that I cried my eyes out too.

Oh let me tell you about the first time I saw Millais’s Ophelia.

You know the painting because it’s reproduced in everything that remotely deals with the Pre-Raphaelites. You know what it looks like, you’ve even seen high-def scans of the work, but nothing, nothing prepared me for the real deal. It was larger than I expected and so much more detailed and magical in real life.

I saw it for the first time at the 2012 Tate exhibition Pre-Raphaelites: Victorian Avant-Garde. It was displayed in a room with works around the theme ‘nature’, but for the life of me I can’t remember where those works were in the room and I only know which ones where there because they’re listed in the catalogue. For me, the only work in the room was dear Ophelia, lying there in the river, flowers surrounding her. I stood in front of the painting for I think a solid 10 minutes with tears running over my face because truly, that painting is a work of art. I went back to that room like 5 times to gaze at it again. It’s funny that I don’t list that work as ‘my favourite painting ever’, because it just isn’t, but I will never forget my first encounter with her.

I have to say, it was the only time I’ve seen that work, really. I haven’t been back to the museum since, but that will happen soon. I’m curious as to see if I have the same reaction again, knowing it’s displayed in a totally different way than it was at the exhibition.

For those of you who think “which painting is she raving about now”, this is the one:

Rose Quartz`s job on homeworld theory

SPOILERS FOR STEVEN BOMB BELOW

They were meant to take care of humans at the zoo (and possibly capture them for the zoo) 

#1 it would explain why Rose Quartz is so oddly attracted to humans and their culture compared to other gems. Even though they all love Steven and earth Rose was the only one with an initial fascination about human life.

And if her job was to take care of humans then it could be part of their natural instinct to help and take care of humans.

#2 In the human zoo the people ate crystal apples, almost like they were half organic life and half gem.

But wait! we saw that before, Rose had a special moss that strangely enough contained both gem life and organic life just like the apples, meaning the Rose Quartzs could’ve been in charge of growing edible food for the humans

#3 Now almost all Rose Quartz (except for ours) were bubbled away. Maybe they were bubbled because they were too good at their job, they valued human life so much that one (ours) would even  turn against their diamond to protect them meaning  they were too efficient and were bubbled in fear that they might do the same. But this actually isn’t the important part, Whats important is where they were bubbled and that is in Pink`s room funnily enough is right by the human zoo!

#4 But with them being bubbled and all who would take care of humans? The gems from the beta and alpha kindegarden (mostly the “imperfect” ones)

and we already know that those Quartz were made in a rush for the war. But Rose was made before that, for a different purpose. Bismuth said that she was made right here on earth and what for? To take care of Pink`s new trophies from her very first planet ever

BONUS ONE!

Pearl said that she saw the human zoo with her own eyes while still serving white diamond home world so that could be where she met Rose and became renegade

EDIT: So im re watching some old episodes right now so im gonna add some stuff as i go along

- I noticed Rose is the only one with distinct boobs, all other gems usually are flat or have a small bump but never full on boobs. Maybe they were meant to look more human then other gems to make the humans feel more comfortable and safe

- in the episode “we need to talk” she asks Greg about why he cries or why he laughs, maybe it has to do with her old programming and how they’re meant to take the hurt away from the humans and comfort them. Old habits must die hard for all gems from Pearl with beauty, Amethyst with fighting, and Peridot with the need to create life

On their first day of school, when Iida was introducing himself and said that he had attended Soumei junior high, Bakugou called him an “elite”.

So given that we know Yaoyorozu’s family is pretty rich as well, and Todoroki is the son of Endeavor so obviously their family is pretty well off too, there’s a high possibility that they also attended Soumei.

Not only is that an interesting concept. If Soumei was as “elite” (i.e. full of snobby rich kids) as we’re led to believe, it was probably one of those environments where personal relationships are formed solely on whether or not two people can be of use to each other.

As a result, Iida, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu probably wouldn’t have learned “normal” socialization skills, and you can clearly see that this is the case.

When we first saw Iida, he was shown in a very unflattering light and we were even led to dislike him. He wasn’t trying to be insensitive or rude…he just didn’t know better. But luckily, because he misunderstood Izuku’s actions during the practical exam, we were able to see that he’s not as rude as we originally thought - he’s just very earnest and somewhat awkward.

Yaoyorozu was also very luck because the girl to boy ratio in their class is so huge (14 to 6), so by pure virtue of her being a girl, the other girls were willing to give her a chance, instead of immediately writing her off as a snob.

Todoroki, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as lucky as the other two, early on in the series. He was rather standoffish, and you could see that he spent the majority of his time by himself (until his fight with Izuku at the Sports Festival, after which we saw a notable shift in his interactions with his classmates).

So basically, what I’m trying to say is, UA is probably the first chance any of these three got to be normal teenagers and to have actual friendships, and we must protect them at all costs.

anonymous asked:

Prompts #8 #40 and #62 with your boyfriend Theo.

Theo Raeken – “That’s not what I meant and you know it”

You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you had your arms crossed over your chest. You had no idea how much time had passed already, but you licked your lips while you stared at Theo, who had not been saying anything ever since he had shown up again. “Well, I’m waiting…”

Theo scratched the back of his neck. He had never looked this nervous before. He had never looked nervous before at all. “I don’t know where to start…” He bent his head and stared at his feet.

“You don’t know where to start?” You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. “I might have a few suggestions for you.” You paused for a moment and your eyes rested on him. “You’ve been gone for months! Why don’t you start with explaining where you’ve been? Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t even say goodbye?  Why did you never write or call or text? Did I even mean something to you?”

Theo bit his lip and he took a few deep breaths. “You did mean something to me. You still do. I never planned on leaving you behind…” He almost stumbled over his own words. “I don’t know how to explain this, okay? But I didn’t have any cell phone reception where I was and there was no postal service either and I swear that I’ve missed you each and every second!”

“Theo…” You rolled your eyes. “This is the twenty-first century. I think there are only a few parts in the world left without cell phone reception or a postal service and I don’t believe that you’ve been to one of them.”

“But, (Y/N)…”

“Theo, ever since you came back from who knows where, you’ve been telling me those bullshit stories. I’m done with it. Go to hell.” You wanted to walk passed him, but Theo curled his fingers around your wrist and pulled you back.

“I didn’t want to be there…” His voice was raw. “And I’m not going back there.” He bent his head, but he tightened the grip around your wrist. “You have to believe me…” Theo spoke softly now and for the first time ever you saw a tear rolling down his cheek.

Please, don’t cry…” You sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Did you stop loving me during those months? Is there someone else? Is that why you’re pushing me away all of a sudden?” Theo didn’t wipe the tear away, instead he locked his glance with yours and you saw a certain vulnerability that you had never seen before.

That’s not what I meant and you know it…” You stared at him and then you closed your eyes for a short moment. “I love you. I’ve loved you before you’ve left and even though I’ve tried I didn’t stop loving you during the last couple of months.” You swallowed. “But I’m done with all those lies.” You cocked your head. “If you love me as much as I love you, you tell me the truth.”

“What if you can’t love me anymore after the truth?” Theo bent his head again and you used your thumb to finally wipe the tear away.

“What if I can?”

Don’t Let Me Go Pt.2

Warnings; sad spencer, violence, mentions of blood and wounds, cursing, angst and sad fluff at the end

A/N

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had a messy day and I start school tomorrow again so I decided to get this out quick before I had to go back. Anyways, here is the much requested part two ! I hope you all enjoy it and it lives up to expectations :’) much love <33333 (sorry for any mistakes !!)

Tagged peep; @skeletoresinthebasement

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Spencer walked into the sheriff’s department with JJ following closely behind. It was chaotic as everyone rushed around and phones rang within seconds of each other.

“What did we miss?” JJ asks as a frowning Hotch comes towards them. “Was there another murder?”

“Not yet,” Hotch sighs. “The unsub totaled Morgan and Y/N’s squad car. He took her.”

For the first time that day, the mention of Y/N’s name sparked full attention in Spencer. JJ looks over at him as tears begin to pool in his eyes.

“H-Have you guys found them?” Spencer asks worriedly.

“We’re working on it,” Hotch says sympathetically. “Fortunately, Y/N has her phone on her and we’re hoping Garcia can trace it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer begins wracking his brain with solutions and thoughts on how he could save the love of his life, but he kept coming up empty.

“I’m sorry, Reid,” Hotch shakes his head, “but there is nothing we can do right now except to wait on Garcia.”

JJ frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder in a small attempt to get him to calm down.

“She’s going to be okay, you know that right?” JJ says and Spencer shakes his head.

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer sputters out. “Before you called, we had gotten into an argument and I kind of left things unresolved. I know how she is and I know she gets really drained when I ignore her the way I do, and I don’t know why I do that to her when I know it hurts her. What if when she wakes up, she won’t have the energy to defend herself because of me.”

“Spencer, look at me,” JJ puts her hands on Spencer’s shaking arms and makes him face her way. “Y/N is a trained agent and an exceptional profiler, she knows what to do and how to survive. If anything were to slow her down, my guess is that it would be to any injuries she got in the crash.”

Spencer tries to blink away the tears, but they keep coming right back up.

“Excuse me,” he mutters as he tears himself away from JJ’s grip and hurries outside of the building.

His mind was racing with the endless possibilities of how you could be hurt or how long you have to live. On top of being kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer, you also had unattended injuries that were bleeding out and being exposed to bacterias.

As Spencer stood outside, kicking rocks on the ground, tears falling down his face, and a heavy weight on his chest, he noticed a police car pull up to the sheriff’s department. Morgan quickly jumped out of the passenger side of the car, his left arm in a sling and a bandage on his cheek bone that was adorned with smaller cuts around it.

Derek looked around the parking lot and frowned deeply when his eyes landed on the broken genius by the curb.

“Reid!” Morgan calls and scuffles towards him.

“How did it happen?” Spencer gulps as he looks at Morgan with a small disappointment, somewhat blaming this whole thing on him. Morgan sighs and gives him an ‘are you sure?’ look and Spencer nods.

“We were on our way to the coroner’s and at a stoplight, Y/N noticed a car that fit the one we had for the unsub. At first, I thought she was crazy because it was gone before I noticed it, but then it hit us.”

“Where did it hit?”

“Once in the back, twice on her side,” Morgan looks down in sadness. “I tried getting us out of there. When I woke up, I saw them. She put up a hell of a fight with all those wounds-”

“Shut up!” Spencer snaps as he presses his hands to his ears. Dismay fell over him at the details of Derek’s explanation.

“Kid, I promise you we will get this son of a bitch,” Morgan assures him. “I got his plate numbers and we’ll be at his house soon.”

As if it were on cue, Emily stepped out of the building with JJ, Rossi, and Hotch following behind.

“Guys, we’ve got an address,” Emily announces to the two men. “If we wanna save Y/N, we have to go now.”

**

Your eyes began to adjust in the dimly lit room,  and then your body followed. You tried to get up or move only to realize that you were strapped to a chair. The second you moved a limb, a sharp pain struck you in the stomach and thigh causing you to let out a scream.

Panic begin to set in as you remembered the events that led you here. Flashes of glass shattering, the world spinning, and a pair of black boots clouded your thoughts.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Speaking of the devil.

A dirty looking, drug abusing man came out from the shadows. The closer he stepped towards you, the more you could smell the must and alcohol radiating off of him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” You yelp. “I guarantee you that when you’re caught, and you will be, you will not get special treatment. Especially when you’re charged with the murder of an agent.”

“I’m not going to get caught, darling,” he snickers as he reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You moved your head away the second his skin came in contact with yours. Angry with your reaction, he wraps a hand behind your neck and pushes your head towards him. “I’ve been killing women like you for years. Dozens. Even if they were to catch me, they have no evidence. I’ve made sure of that. So what makes you think they’ll catch me? You’ll be dead before you could speak.”

“Because you were messy with my capture,” you chuckle slightly. “You rammed into a government vehicle, leaving the imprint of your truck all over it. My partner woke up before you took me meaning he probably wrote down your license plate. And honestly, if you were as smart as you made yourself out to be - you would have patted me down to remove any technology on me. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, but I’ve had my unit chief on the phone and I’ve been stalking my so-called death by distracting you with a conversation.”

“You bitch,” he sneers.

“A man’s ego will often get the best of him,” you tease. The sound of sirens coming from every direction of the house caused your heart to flutter with hope. You knew they would save you.

The unsub let out a growl as he turned your chair around to undo the ropes around your arms and legs.

“Good thing I injured you pretty bad,” he comments. “Or else you’d be fighting back by now.”

He pulled you up from the chair and a pain filled yelp left your throat as your muscles contracted under your wounds.

“FBI!” Hotch broke through the door, letting a ray of sunshine into the room followed by someone equivalent to that. A very scared Spencer entered the room, his eyes scanning over the situation and you.

“Daniel, we know why you’re doing this,” Spencer began.

“You don’t know anything,” the unsub, Daniel, spits. You feel a cool metal being pressed against your temple and you momentarily feel your heart speed up.

“Yes, I do,” Spencer begins to panic. “Someone who looks a lot like Y/N, broke your heart. Kate was the love of your life, and she just cheated on you like you meant nothing.”

“Shut up,” Daniel yells. The gun began to dig deeper into your skin as Daniel got angrier.

“Spencer,” you cry out as Daniel tightens the headlock you’re in.

“Oh I see what’s going on here,” Daniel laughs sinisterly. “She’s your girl?”

Spencer said nothing as he watched you with a pained expression as you struggle in the man’s grip.

“Daniel, we have the house surrounded,” Hotch warns. “If you do anything to harm her, you will be shot down.”

“Does this count as harming her?” He questions as he turns his head towards you and begins kissing your cheek.

“Stop!” You yell as you elbow him in the stomach. For a split second, your out of Daniel’s grip - and a second is all it takes for everything to go downhill. You watch as a rage overtakes his features, you messed up. You triggered him by rejecting him and that’s all that took him to turn him into a loose cannon. The gun in his hand was pointed towards you and as you heard Spencer’s yells, the room filled with the sound of three triggers being pulled and bullets being released. One came in contact with your chest, and the other two struck Daniel in the torso.

Everything sounded muffled and nothing looked clear as you let your head hit the ground. The black spots in your vision began appearing, but before everything went completely dark, you watched a broken Spencer fall to the ground beside you and gather you up in his arms. You couldn’t feel it, but you felt the flutter in your heart every time he was near - and then there’s nothing.

**

Spencer sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair right beside your bed. His leg was jumping in all sorts of directions and his head was buried in his hands.

A punctured lung, a burst appendix, and a deep wound in your thigh.

Spencer had tried convincing himself for the past two weeks that he sat in this hospital that you were going to be okay, but his mind kept telling him that you wouldn’t.

People came and go. Your room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and cards written in love. Spencer had been there since you arrived. Sitting by your bedside, praying to anything that would keep you alive.

A very sad JJ walked into the room with Derek following behind.

“Spencer, you know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over here,” JJ suggests sadly, “why don’t you go home and rest.”

“No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer quickly interjects.

“You’ve been here every day, kid,” Morgan frowns. “You haven’t eaten, hell I don’t think you’ve slept.”

The two agents worried for their friend’s health. His eyes were rimmed with red, decorated with the dark purple bags sitting under his eyes. His cheek bones were much more prominent and his cheeks were hollowed and spiked with scruff.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Spencer cries.

“I know,” JJ wipes away a tear of her own before walking over to the hunched over man and placing a hand on his cheek in a comforting way. “She’s been like this for too long, Spence. I  know this sounds horrible, but she’s suffering and maybe if we find the strength to let her go, then maybe she can finally be in peace.”

“No, no,” Spencer lets his head fall onto the bed, his hand reaching over to interlock with yours. “I can’t.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” Morgan adds quietly.

When JJ and Morgan are fully out of the room, Spencer takes the time to try and compose himself for you. He looks up at your face, covered in bruises and small cuts.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he begins tearfully. “I’m sorry that you’re on life support. I’m sorry that I let the unsub get you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you in time. I’m sorry that I’m so selfish that I can’t let you go. But most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t fix us before you ended up like this.”

Spencer looked down at the white bed sheets where your hand and his lied, entwined with each other. He brings the pair to his forehead and closes his eyes.

“But I have to do right by you,” he sniffles. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, of you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

Little did he know, that his words of courage spoke to the empty void you found yourself in. And somehow, with any strength and brain activity in you, you managed to give his hand a light squeeze.

A sharp intake of breath leaves Spencer’s lips as he looks at your hand in his. A second squeeze came from you to reassure him that he didn’t imagine it.

“Nurse!” Spencer desperately calls out. As nurses begin to rush in, Spencer leans in to kiss your cheek. “I won’t let you go.”

The nurse calls in the doctor to point out the sudden miracle of you breathing on your own. Spencer felt a twinkle in his heart that he hadn’t felt in the past two weeks, a twinkle of hope.

He knew you would be okay.

Happy birthday @sims3onice !!!! I realized I’ve been following you for a few months and love your work, but I still don’t know your name x’D

Anyways, thank you for bringing us so many beautiful moments, both for the sims community and the YOI one =3 I laughed at the JJ posts and my heart melted when I saw Ichiro for the first time and I fangirled at those nsfw victuuri pics.

This is a small photoshoot I did, the idea was a romantic picnic (I had some problems, since I played with the old folder where my yoi sims were, and noticed that all my saves except one were deleted :c so I had to create new sims). I’m a bit of a newbie to all of this editing things x’D but I hope you like it ♥