took charge

A Broken Heart

Character: Jungkook (BTS)
Word count: 2497
Summary: Young Jungkook finds out one weekend what a broken heart really feels like | #fluff #babysitter!au

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a/n: omg these babysitter stories are so fun to write! baby bts are so cute I can’t ;;w;;

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On September 5, 1986, Pan Am Flight 73 flying from Mumbai to the United States was hijacked by four armed men at an airport in Karachi, Pakistan. 22-year-old Neerja Bhanot, the senior flight pursor, was able to alert the cockpit crew as soon as the hijackers boarded the plane, allowing the three-member crew to escape through an overhead hatch. For 17 hours, Bhanot took charge of the situation on the plane. Her acts of courage and compassion included hiding the passports of the American citizens the hijackers were targeting, opening the airplane doors and helping passengers escape when the hijackers opened fire, and ultimately sacrificing her life while shielding three unaccompanied American children from a hail of bullets. For her bravery, which helped saved the lives of 359 passengers, Bhanot was posthumously awarded the Ashok Chakra Award, India’s highest award for bravery in the face of the enemy during peace time.

                                                                     - Neerja [2016]

anonymous asked:

thank you for that post, it was so refreshing to read what i've been thinking/feeling for months. also about harry's social media- it's so interesting. like from a current standpoint we know that he's ghost as one can be, but looking back at the beginning of the year, it was almost angry in tone? with tweeting about the dead son 2 hours before @louis announced the birth, 'preaching to the convinced', bitch don't kill my vibe, the boxer pic- there's so much to show that they're fighting back.

You’re welcome, I’m glad you got something from it! I feel like a lot of times, things are too black & white when a lot of people’s feelings are coming from the same place. And really, I think clarity about your own position can come from the answers to a few simple questions.

I KNOW. From my point of view, after Louis had to start cooperating in January… Harry really took up the charge of expressing the anger and frustration that was being felt by both of them at the situation. I was actually kind of shocked by how aggressive he was sometimes. It’s there hitting you in the face, I don’t see how anyone could ignore it. IMHO, it says a lot about him. I think he’s a very passionate person and even though I think it’s generally talked about less, god, do I think he’s protective of Louis. If you look at that period of time (and especially if you read the song lyrics), it’s so emotionally charged. Especially compared to Harry’s usual use of social media:

Jan 22nd: from “Watching His Son Go Down” by Jeff Bates

Feb 5th: play on “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe” by Kendrick Lamar

Feb 10th: I can’t overstate how closely he was following the fandom that day. I didn’t even realize the words were from Harry when they first dropped, he posted this as discussion was feverishly burning across my dash about the BC:

Feb 20th:

Feb 23rd: Lonely Buffet. 1 of 1. (also, sad Scrabble board of thankfulness)

Feb 27th: from “Stuck on You” by Elvis Presley

March 2nd: from “Come Away With Me” by Norah Jones

And lastly, from right after Louis had his public dinner with Simon following the fallout from late March/early April:

April 17th:

I don’t think it’s a stretch to see the sadness, the anger/frustration, the devotion and then finally, what I interpret as a statement on being stuck. If you scan his social media, this is such a large percentage of the personal statements he’s made from the last year too.

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Fangirl Challenge: [20/50] Female Characters » Davina Claire

“My whole life, the witches of this city have lived in fear. Vampires run wild, children are sacrificed. Nobody took charge. Now, be honest. Have any of you ever stood up to the vampires? The Mikaelsons? No? Well I have, and I have won. I might be young, but the truth is I know better than anyone here what we’re really up against. I can help build peace or I can burn our enemies to the ground. The question isn’t whether or not I should be made Regent… the question is what the hell would you do without me?”

It’s no secret that I love Star Wars. I grew up among a brother and a big bunch of male cousins. Not another girl born into my family until I was 19.

Star Wars was something I shared with with my brother and cousins. We were all crazy about it. But Princess Leia was MINE. In 1977, I was 11 years old. There were precious few female main characters in movies or tv shows–and they all seemed to be blonde, leggy, and giggly or seductive.

And Star Wars gave me this princess who was short and had hair the color of mine and got right up in the face of a bad guy who towered over her in the first few minutes of the film. She didn’t give up information under torture or even when her entire planet was threatened with destruction. She took charge of her own rescue when she figured out the boys had no real plan, and she was bossy as hell. Not to mention smart, and brave, and dedicated to the Rebellion long before Han or Luke gave a damn.

And I LOVED HER instantly. I wanted to be her. I even tried to figure out how to braid my own long brown hair into those ridiculous donuts on the side of my head for Halloween.

I still love Princess Leia. She will forever be one of my favorite fictional people. But I’m a grown-up now–a wife, a mother, a woman who’s had her own triumphs and tragedies, and failed at things, and hurt people and been hurt, and just tried to live as honestly and well as I can. So as much as I love Leia, I have exponentially more love for Carrie Fisher.

The actual flesh and blood woman who brought my space princess to life has faced enormous struggles and made big mistakes and suffered. She’s also loved, and lived, and brought a lot of joy to a lot of people. And while I certainly do not know Carrie Fisher personally, I do believe she tried to live her life as honestly and well as she could. And in doing so, she has shown the world she is far more than a beloved fictional character.

Rest In Peace, Carrie Fisher. The world will miss you, and I wish you well.

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Reunited Friends AU part 8!~
I can’t believe how long this took I’m so sorry! I’m now studying abroad in America and things are super intense! But I managed to graw the next part! I regret that nothing really happens in this part but it’s a needed bridge for stuff to happen XD I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Hehehe and you thought the story was just a cute one off to show Arthur’s frustration XDD Nope, he’s still working on it!
Thank you all for your continued support and patience, as well as the lovely messages/tags you have left me. I promise I read them all and greatly appreciate them!! You’re all so sweet and kind and I’m so happy you’re enjoying it! THANK YOU!!

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If Lotor was the Galra in Belly of the Weblum...
  • Keith is directly responsible for freeing him. 
  • The others are likely still going to be grappling with the knowledge that Keith is part Galra. Him freeing their latest enemy is going to look highly suspicious to anyone who is having doubts, or struggling with the shift in their previously black and white worldview.
  • I’m not convinced that the Alteans will be happy with Keith taking over as leader. Yes, Allura might be trying to overcome her prejudices, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not going to resurface from time to time. The last Galra who took charge of Voltron destroyed Altea and killed Allura’s father and Coran’s friend. If the Weblum Galra was Lotor, and he’s accidentally helped the enemy, I don’t think the Alteans will fully trust him anymore.
  • He’ll know that Keith is part Galra because Hunk mentioned it in front of him. If Lotor knows, Haggar could easily find out. I’ve mentioned before that Haggar strikes me as a bit of a mad scientist (one word: robeasts).
  • The Galra may also be able to use some of their own weaknesses against Keith.
JOHNLOCK- MILITARY KINK  NSFW FICLET

It hadn’t been very difficult to spot Sherlock’s certain tastes in the bedroom, or elsewhere as a matter of fact. Simply having to take a look at his face when John took charge of a situation was telling enough. However, Sherlock’s face as John stepped into their bedroom in full uniform, was priceless. Sherlock sat bolt upright, the book he had been reading was left abandoned to slip onto the floor, watching John stride in with his hands tucked behind his back from the corner of Sherlock’s eyes his teeth resting on his bottom lip in a light bite. John hazarded a smirk as he stopped next to the bed, jutting his chin out as he stared down at Sherlock, “is that any way to greet your commanding officer?” he growled, “stand up.” he continued, a small smirk playing at the edge of his lips as he watched Sherlock swallow as he shifted off the bed.

John’s boots clunked along the wooden floor as he paced around Sherlock slowly, glancing him up and down before stopping in front of him “hm, straighten your back” he purred as he reached out and guided Sherlock’s body into the correct position, his roughened hands running along his sides before he stepped back and nodded as he studied him “better.” John took his cap off and tossed it to the side as he ran his fingers through his hair and smirked up at Sherlock as he studied his eyes “nothing to say?” he purred as he stalked towards him, running his hand back up his side.

“It is… a surprise” Sherlock replied slowly, and John gave him a grin before pushing him back down onto the bed “I suppose it is, but I’ve been aware of your… inclinations, for a short while” John hummed as he started to remove his uniform “how could I do anything but adhere to my subordinates wishes” he smirked as he slipped his shirt off, dog tags resting against his chest.

Sherlock shifted further back onto the bed and rested back on his elbows as he watched John shed his uniform and swallowed as he studied him “indeed, captain” he agreed as the bed shifted under John’s weight as he knelt down on the bed, his camouflage trousers still on as he moved closer to Sherlock, his hand slipping along his trouser clad thigh as he pressed closer. John squeezed as he brought Sherlock closer for a kiss, his other hand slipping around the back of his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss slowly before tugging his hair sharply. Sherlock pulled back slightly as he let out a groan, sliding his hand down John’s chest and narrowed his eyes as he used the dog tags to pull him back close but there was a small smile on his lips as he met John’s eyes.

John hummed with a small smirk before shifting away, leaning back on his knees as he watched Sherlock for a moment “strip” he commanded and tilted his head to the side slightly as he smirked, Sherlock slipped his shirt down over his shoulders and let it slip off the side of his bed as he looked up to meet John’s eyes, a few errant curls falling into his eyes as he unbuckled his belt, shimmying his way out of his trousers. John smirked “that’s enough” he barked, leaving Sherlock in his pants.

John pushed Sherlock down and slipped between his legs, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along the column of his neck as he pushed his fingers under the elastic of his pants, smirking at the sound of Sherlock gasping out his name “call me captain” he purred as he shifted up enough to look down at his face. Watching on as the bright red flush appeared on the tips of Sherlock’s ears and he leant down to nip one as he squeezed at his member “c’mon, that’s an order” he growled against his ear as he squeezed, Sherlock’s breath hitching in his throat.

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Sherlock twisted on the bed as his back arched up, trying to move as much as possible into John’s touch. Gripping at his own, sweat dampened, hair as he let out a low groan “captain” he muttered as he bore down onto John’s fingers. Tilting his head to the side as open mouthed kisses were placed along his neck, eyes rolling back a bit “you’ve been such a good boy” came the low purr, making Sherlock shudder slightly as John’s fingers suddenly pulled out of him and he shook his head lightly as he shifted against the pillows, looking down at John who had started to take his camouflage trousers off and he shook his head reaching out to place a hand on his hip and the other over the dog tags “leave them on” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse “captain.” He finished as he met John’s eyes.

John smirked to himself as he placed a hand over the one resting on his hip as slid his hand along his arm as he knelt over him “as you wish.” He purred, slipping his member out of his boxers and unzipped trousers. John squeezed at Sherlock’s hips and bit at his neck as he pushed in slowly, feeling Sherlock twisting underneath him. Running his hand along his thigh before lifting his leg up to get a better angle, bringing his hand down against his thigh hard enough to leave a bruise. Smirking as he listened to the breath hitching in Sherlock’s throat.

Sherlock dug his nails into John’s shoulders as he arched his hips up into the sensation, feeling the material of John’s trousers rubbing against his over sensitized skin with each thrust. The cool metal of the dog tags pressing against his chest as each movement got more desperate, the smell of sweat and sex strong in the air as Sherlock felt the urge to release starting to pool in his stomach. Sherlock pressed his face into the curve of John’s throat as he groaned out, come smattering across his stomach as he released, his nails dragging along John’s back.

lil ponyboy & johnny sleepovers

requested by @sunsets-and-socks (:

  • johnny would come home from school with pony almost every friday 
  • they’d play outside. all. afternoon.
  • they played knights the most, so they’d sword fight with sticks & climb trees to survey their kingdoms
  • johnny mostly took charge in their games bc he liked feeling like he had a little brother to protect (,:
  • their sleepovers involved a lot of exploring places that they probably shouldn’t have explored
  • for instance, a house they thought was abandoned…. yeah turns out it wasn’t abandoned
  • mama curtis would always have a big dinner ready for them when they came home ( & chocolate cake )
  • johnny got to take a nice warm bath & borrow warm clothes to sleep in so he’d be extra happy while he was over
  • they’d make the biggest blanket fort ever in the middle of the living room to sleep in
  • ponyboy would sneak a bunch of picture books & a flashlight into the fort so they could look at them when they were supposed to be sleeping
  • they both get goodnight kisses from mama & papa curtis bc (,:
  • the curtis’s dog would sleep in between them & keep them warm
  • johnny always slept the best during their sleepovers 
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TOP 15 THE ORIGINALS CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers)
6. Davina Claire

My whole life, the witches of this city have lived in fear. Vampires run wild, children are sacrificed. Nobody took charge. Now be honest. Have any of you ever stood up to the vampires… the Mikaelsons? No? Well, I have, and I have won. Now I might be young, but the truth is I know better than anyone here what we’re really up against, and I can help build a peace, or I can burn our enemies to the ground. The question isn’t whether or not I should be made regent. The question is what the hell would you do without me?

Into the Dark:

The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome

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He woke up to a hell of a charley horse and nearly toppled Scully to the ground, the only thing saving her was the side of the chair. She still got shoved aside, however, as he jumped up, attempting to massage his thigh while not falling into the balcony railing. Being mostly asleep didn’t help much, given he kept stumbling sideways, wincing as he rubbed.

Once she was able to pry her eyes open, she took charge, as she sometimes had to in these charley horse situations, “go lie on the bed, would you?”

Hunched over, she could see the tears glistening at the corner of his eyes, “I’ll never make it.”

Pity drove her to his side, taking his arm and keeping his steady while he hop-jumped to the bed, only to twist and drop like a rock on the mattress, fists clenched in white-knuckled agony, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Grabbing hold of his aimlessly flailing arms which were trying desperately to get to his leg, she held them at his sides for a moment, “wait. For God’s sake, wait a minute and as a warning,” dodging his leg as he lifted it in a vain attempt to relieve the nightmare, “if you knee me in the mouth, I’m never going to share a bed with you again, clothed, unclothed or any variation therein.”

His leg stopped moving and she couldn’t help but smirk as she lay her hands on his thigh, “this will not be fun for you but suck it up, please and remember the kneeing thing.”

She pushed down hard on his muscle, knuckles digging in, twisting, turning, torturing the hell out of him while he could only focus on not groaning too loudly, desperately wanting to beg her to simply cut the leg off because it would be so much easier and probably less painful at the moment.

Scully ignored him, continued to minister to his leg until she finally felt the coiled tissue give way to pliability, the worst of the knots unraveling under her practiced hands. She felt him touch her, stopping her fingers momentarily, “wait, not so hard. It feels better now.”

Switching to a lighter touch, she kept up her massage, “it might feel better but if I stop now, it’ll just seize up again.”

Blissfully happy he didn’t want to die anymore, he let her do whatever she wanted, relishing in her hands on him until suddenly, he realized he was starting to enjoy it a little too much. Sitting up, he batted her away gently, “I’ll take it from here.”

Surprised he’d lasted this long with her in such close proximity to certain parts, she moved away without a word, keeping her grin to herself as she turned towards the balcony, checking her watch, “so, your little muscle spasm there woke us up before 6am. Who gets up before 6am on vacation?”

“Apparently, we do.” Still rubbbing, “sorry for the abrupt wakeup. Never had one that bad before.”

“Think you’ll be able to stand on it okay today? Kind of tough to surf with a bum leg.”

Standing, he put weight on it gingerly, wincing slightly but then nodding, “just need to walk a little. Loosen it up some more.”

Scully agreed, then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall, “I was just about to suggest a walk but then I see that I resemble the bride of Frankenstein with this hair so I think I should shower first, then we go walk around and find some breakfast?”

Plucking at a few completely wild, red waves, “it’s the wind-blown, charley horse kind of hair-do. You make it look good.”

“When was your last eye appointment again?”

With a laugh, he pointed towards the bathroom, “go shower.”

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The more walking they did, the better his leg felt and, on Scully’s advice, he made sure to drink extra water, which apparently helps with muscle insanity. By the time they returned to the room a few hours later, he barely made it to the bathroom to pee, his bladder so full he was getting a little queasy. Not by her own choosing, Scully could hear him peeing … and peeing … and peeing … and peeing … through the closed door. Feeling a little saucy, she called out to him, “um, you’re coming up on a minute, Mulder. How much did you drink?”

Hearing the falter in the stream, she grinned when he called back to her, “go away. I don’t do well with interruptions.”

“Good to know.” She wiggled herself into her bathing suit in those few extra moments, just pulling up the straps when Mulder burst from the bathroom, about to make some kind of comment but he stopped dead in his tracks, sarcasm switching instantly to regret, “I’m always just a few seconds too late. I need to do my shit just a little faster and I should be good.”

“You goal in life is now to catch me changing?”

“No comment.”

Her radiant smile made him grin, “get your suit on while I go sunscreen.” And, because she was truly evil and devious, she gave him one minute then burst out of the bathroom, just in time to catch his bare white butt slide inside his swim trunks. He stumbled in a circle at the door opening, nearly taking out several pieces of furniture in the process of turning towards her. All he saw was her retreating form, hand waving over her shoulder, “that was much appreciated. Thank you.”

He stomped into the bathroom, grabbed her around the waist and hauled her wiggling form to the bed, where he tossed her, sending her bouncing to the other side of the mattress, “this is just the beginning, Dana Katherine Theresa Scully. Mark my words.”

Scully looked at him incredulously, “Theresa?”

“Yeah. I know your confirmation name. What are you gonna do about it?”

“I have got to limit the time you and my mother spend alone together. I’m surprised you don’t know how old I was when I got my first period.”

“12. I believe it was sometime in January.”

“Good God.”

Tickling the bottom of her bare foot, “come on. We have surfing to do.”

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The both dutifully ignored the fact that the doctor said he would call sometime today, having understood the fear and the time crunch and the distance from home. Scully brought her phone to the beach, against her inner voice telling her it could get stolen, destroyed, soaked, stepped on or melted. She piled towels on top of it and followed Mulder into the ocean, determined to enjoy her day.

Although, unspoken between them, they seemed to frequently get out of the water, claiming thirsty, sunscreen reapplication, feet were getting too wet. That last one was Scully’s sadly pathetic attempt to explain what in all seriousness needed no explanation and Mulder told her so, hand on her arm, “we’re just going to call it what it is.”

“Checking the phone?”

“Sand removal from hidden cracks.” Her scrunched face and eyebrow raise made him shrug, “I’ve had to do it every time I come up here and don’t tell me you haven’t.”

Wiggling a little for his benefit, “sure. Fine. Sand removal.”

The waves were big enough today that she began teaching him how to swim into them, dive under them and ride across them, belly flat on the board. He took to it much faster than she expected but even Mulder, with his new found love of ocean and wave, had to call it quits eventually, riding up on shore, Scully close at his heals.

As they trudged through the hot sand, then twisted to sit on the towels, “tomorrow, I think I should try to stand up.”

Not wanting him to hurry to much, “let’s see how big the waves are first, all right?”

He nodded, then picked up his towel, flinging the phone onto Scully’s lap accidently. He looked from it to her face, hesitantly reaching for it, “you want me to check?”

“No, actually. I think I’ll wait until we get back to the room. Ready to go?”

Even if he hadn’t been, he jumped back up beside her, ignoring the slight pull in his charley-horsed thigh, “yup. Why don’t you get our stuff together and I’ll go return the boards?”

Already gathering items, she nodded, soon making her way towards the hotel, Mulder a couple hundred feet ahead. Meeting in the elevator, they were back in the room after a silent ride, both heading to the balcony to drip dry a little before showering and changing. Scully pulled the cushion off the chair, tossing it to the ground so she could sit on the end of the bamboo seat without soaking anything. Mulder hesitated for all of half a second, then moved to sit behind her, feet on the ground, legs vee’d along hers.

“If he didn’t call, Mulder, we have to wait again.”

“I know and we will. We’ll wait as long as we need to. We’ll surf and eat and sleep and wait.”

Deciding that was the courageous statement she needed, she opened the phone and found a message icon waiting for her. She immediately handed the phone over her shoulder, “you listen, please.”

“I don’t want to hear something before you. What if they say something I don’t understand.” Taking the phone, he moved his arm beneath hers, holding it against her bare leg, “put it on speaker and we’ll listen together.”

He felt her cold hands as she took it, pressed a few buttons and then gripped his hand. All Mulder heard through the blood pounding in his brain and the whooshing in his ears was that she needed to call back before 5pm today.

Scully, who had been able to comprehend more than Mulder, immediately dialed the phone, putting on her best, detached, Scully voice, the one he despised most in the world. He couldn’t take it any longer and inching his head forward, rested against the back of hers, lips against her upper spine, just below the hated scar at the base of her skull.

He couldn’t hear the doctor on the other end of the line but Scully remained detached, giving away nothing in either inflection or response. His heart raced, then slowed, skipped then sped back up, the adrenaline from fear pouring into his system. He felt his arms moving closer around her middle. He felt himself scooting nearer. He felt his mouth kissing the remnant salt from her skin. He felt his world pinpointed to this very instant and he felt that if she were to die, he’d have no choice but to follow her into the dark.

“Mulder?”

He found reality in her voice and opening his eyes, spoke in a low thrum that rattled through her bones, “what did he say?”

The Stallion and the Queen

Written for Day 9 of Jon x Sansa Fanfiction’s 15 Days of Valentine’s challenge.  Companion fic to my Day 2 entry (“Silver Bright the Moon”) and my Day 7 entry (“Five Roses for Rickon”).



“Charge, mount, charge!”

The young knight held his lance at the ready and locked his legs around his horse.  The animal responded by tossing its dark mane and neighing loudly, which induced a giggle from one of the ladies sitting in the stands.

However, the rider took no notice.  “Charge!” he ordered again, and this time his mount plunged headlong at the knight’s opponent.  Both horse and lance aimed straight and true.  The knight’s weapon crashed straight into the chest of his opponent, who flopped off of his own mount like a sack of flour.

“Victory!” the young knight whooped.  He held up his lance triumphantly, but in doing so lost his balance and fell clean off his horse.  His lance clattered free of his grasp, and the moment it did, the horse reached down and began tickling him.  The young knight squealed with glee.

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EXCLUSIVE: 'Vikings' Star Alex Høgh Andersen Talks Shocking Season Finale, Learning From 'Genius' Travis Fimmel
The 22-year-old actor also opens up about his unique audition story, and teases a more 'violent' Ivar the Boneless in season five.

WARNING: Spoiler Alert! Do not proceed if you have not watched Wednesday’s episode of Vikings.

After the death of Travis Fimmel’s Ragnar Lothbrok halfway through Vikings’ fourth season, the series’ successor seemed to anyone’s game. But after Wednesday night’s explosive season finale, the question wasn’t who will succeed Ragnar, but rather how far he will go, as Alex Høgh Andersen and his character, Ivar the Boneless, took charge.

ET hopped on the phone with 22-year-old Andersen ahead of the shocking finale, where he opened up about what he learned from Fimmel before the star’s series departure, the pressure of joining the History Channel show and his character’s “violent” future.

“You can’t really overthink the whole thing, because otherwise you will screw yourself up, because it is that big,” Andersen said of joining Vikings with only a few Danish TV credits to his name. “You just have to go with the flow, and rely on the people that are there to help you.”

“I am pretty new and green, and I didn’t quite know what I was getting into, and it has been such a learning experience and it still is,” he added. “Working with Travis, straight from the beginning, that made everything for me.”

Andersen only filmed a few episodes with Fimmel before Ragnar’s death, but says the short time they spent together was “advice in itself.”

“Working on the scenes on the day with him, some days the day before, just talking to each other over the phone about it was a game changer,” recalled Andersen, now filming season five of Vikings. “I really quickly picked up how everything was going down, how you work on the scenes and how you talk about them, what you could get through as an actor, having your own thoughts about the character and the scene and all that, because it is a creative process and you have to compromise with the director and [creator/writer] Michael Hirst.”

Fimmel’s creative process – which Hirst previously told ET included inventing scenes, discussing every line of dialogue with him before rehearsals, and even choosing to go a whole episode without saying anything at all – quickly rubbed off on Andersen, but perhaps not by coincidence.

“He’s a plain genius, and he taught me to believe in myself and my own ideas and keeping it logical and real. Especially for us to work together on episode 13, when we are alone in the forest in England, that was just awesome. We both agreed that we wanted to make it relatable and light and create a contract to all the other scenes in the show, just between a father and son, really.”

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walk of shame // h.s

Originally posted by pretty-sleeper

A/N: I honestly have no idea what this is and it’s been years since i’ve written anything about one direction but i saw a thing on a prompt list and i thought why not give it a go and it ended up being almost opposite of what i saw but oh well 

Warnings: None, it’s basically a meet cute 

Harry didn’t expect to have a hangover this massive.

He honestly didn’t expect to have a hangover at all. He hadn’t had too much to drink or at least he didn’t think he’d had enough to warrant a hangover this awful. It was Sunday and he was hungover, wearing the same clothes from last night, while walking down the streets of Los Angeles with a satisfied smirk on his lips. It wasn’t the best sex of his life, but it was pretty damn good. The girl was loud, but not obnoxiously so, and she was responsive. She voiced her opinion on what she liked and she took charge a little, rolling Harry over onto his back and straddling him. He had a good night out.

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