totally and completely okay

Things I really wouldn’t mind in season 15: a Church that is not dead and stays that way.

Things I could really do without in season 15: yet another season about Church, finding him / reviving him / killing him, etc.  Had enough, thanks, hard pass.

Seriously, though.  Church shows up in episode 10 (like you do).  No one is shocked by this, they’ve been through this shit before.  He gets a couple of nods, a hug from Caboose and a pat on the back, maybe Tucker tries to punch him for being an asshole, and that’s it.

“Don’t you guys want to know how I got here?”

“Kinda busy right now, dude.”

“Wai-you… but.  ….Really?  No one is curious.”

“Heard it before, Church.”

“Okay wait a-no you haven’t, this is different, I’m-”

“Don’t have time for it.”

“But I was totally badass, okay, saving the fucking day and bullshit, you can’t just not care-”

“Too busy, asshole.”

And Church spends the rest of the season sulking in the background.  And that’s it.  That’s all he does.

sothatshowtheydoit  asked:

So i saw that you are planning on attending the science march on washington. I have heard some discussion in and around my office (i work a federal science organization(left out here in case you want to publish this response) about it being not a good idea because it turns science into another issue/cause. and science isn't an issue/cause. it's SCIENCE. Fact. etc. not a self-interested group. (this is a discussion i've had very briefly with my boss. curious as to your thoughts!)


Well, you’re right. Science is science - but I disagree that science is neither an issue nor a cause, especially now. 

Science has been turned into an issue and a cause - a cause requiring public support, outcry, and defense - because our scientific institutions, our federal funding agencies, our progress, our international and highly diverse collaborators have already been politicized by being put at risk - and facts tell us that losing these opportunities and resources isn’t going to be good for anyone if we hope to have a productive, healthy country. That risk was growing, and the threat largely happened while we were inside, looking at our facts. It is abundantly apparent that Facts do not suffice in changing some people’s minds- facts are not the persuasive tools we (science-loving nerds) find them to be; they are neither a cure for misunderstandings, nor a remedy for falsehoods, when presented to a person for whom facts are neither resonant nor comforting. 

Whether or not people think the march ought to happen, it’s gonna happen, and here’s why I think that’s okay, and why I want you to join me:

I am a professional and effective science communicator, but nothing I can do alone - no video, no witty tweet, no long-winded blog post - has as much potential to impress in as many people’s minds the importance of supporting scientific endeavors as this march does. I believe the March on Science does have the potential to demonstrate the value of supporting science by way of a highly visible, compelling assembly of people who know a lot, who are concerned, and who are ready to act in support and in defense of scientific sanctities. There will certainly be people who use it as their last excuse to 100% totally and completely write off scientists. Okay, fine. After all, science has historically not done a great job of marketing itself, even to people who like science, so we’re just going to have to try something else to gain the trust and affection of people for whom facts don’t matter and science seems unimportant- but that’s later. 

It’s difficult and time consuming to demonstrate, time and again, the benefits that scientific research, discoveries, and innovations positively impart in our societies. But imagine how powerful it would be if all of the 821,517 members of the March for Science Facebook group - scientists, and supporters of science - actually showed up, signs in hands, marching together, in D.C. and in cities across America. That would be enormous. The American Chemical Society is the largest scientific society in the world, with over 157,000 members - some scientific meetings have around 20,000 attendees. But the March for Science could absolutely dwarf those numbers. It would be the single greatest meeting of people unified in collective support for global scientific endeavors than any other such gathering in the history of our planet. 

And that ^ is worth being a part of.

April 22nd, 2017 - Join up in D.C. or find the nearest march:

Can I just say that one of my favorite things about Skam is how much the women on the show protect each other and care about each other? And I’m not even just talking about the main group of girls but the side girls to. Like Mari, a complete stranger to Noora who took care of her when she got black out drunk and stayed with her the entire night to make sure she was okay. Like Ingrid, who was completely and totally hurt by Eva, but still forgave her in the end and let the past be the past between them. And Iben, who was also hurt (on accident) by Eva but not only forgave her, but befriended her. Like ?????????? I cannot even believe how much this show means to me.

My Period Journey

I got my period completely unexpectedly. I hadn’t even been told a thing about it and was absolutely convinced something was wrong with me when I saw blood in my panties. I had to go, crying and scared, to my teacher. I had to sit, embarrassed and bloody, in the office and wait for my stepmom.

I was 9

The blood was thick, heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rejected food, the part of my body I wasn’t even fully aware of yet was now always sticky and wet and gross and I was told it was completely and totally natural. No one told me it was okay to be afraid. No one prepared me.

“It’ll be over in a few days,” they said.

“It won’t come back until next month,” they said.

I was 10

Sleep started to elude me almost completely, and then I’d get so tired that my father had to literally drag me into a standing position so I’d start to become conscious. My stepmom didn’t explain that if my pad got full I could change it. She yelled at me because pads are expensive. I ruined almost all of my underwear because I didn’t want her to yell at me again. My dad refused to acknowledge it had happened at all. He has four daughters.

I was 11

A sharp pain gripped my side and I could barely breathe. I didn’t feel good. I begged to stay home from school. I was crying and clutching my side. Something wasn’t right.

“It’s normal,” they said.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” they said.

I passed out in science class. Woke up in the doctor’s office because my small town didn’t have a hospital and was told I’d had a ruptured ovarian cyst. I had four more cysts on my left one and at least three on my right. I needed to be on birth control and tested for PCOS.

I didn’t even know what an ovary was.

I was 12

My dad flat out refused to get me birth control. Said I didn’t need it. That there was no reason for a twelve year old to get on the pill. I’d just start having sex and who knows what else and that was that.

He’s a nurse.

I was 13

“What do you mean you’ve gone through the entire box of pads already?” my stepmother demanded, loud, shrieking. “There were 20 pads in there! How many days do you bleed?”

I didn’t know I was supposed to count.

“When does your period start? How many days between stop and start?”

I didn’t know I could count.

I started marking it all on my calendar. Some months there was nothing. Some months over half the days were filled in. I stole an entire box of pads from under the sink to hide in my room for my very own.

I was 14

New year, new calendar. I give my period tracking one to my stepmom and take her through it page by page. My periods last 10 days at the least. There is no consistent day my period begins and I show her.

“You just counted wrong,” she says.

I was 15

My legs swell. My back aches. I’ve got a headache. I puke up my dinner and shit out my breakfast five minutes after I ate it. I’ve bled all over my bed.

“You’re overreacting,” they said

“Don’t be such a baby,” they said

I was 16

I can’t eat for two straight days because if I do I will throw up. I’m not sick. I’m on my period.

It’s normal, I think.

I’m 17

I go through 40 pads this time.

It’s normal, I think.

I’m 18

I gained three pant sizes right before the blood shows up. I lay in bed all day with a heating pad across my shoulder blades, on my lower back, and one across my stomach. It doesn’t really help.

It’s normal, I think.

I’m 19

My own money. No health insurance. I moved away. Saw a doctor. I’m on birth control pills.

I’m 20

The pills have stopped working at easing my blood flow. The doctor tries a new pill. It does nothing. The doctor tries another pill. I can’t afford it. I don’t go to the doctor for four more years.

I’m 24

My girlfriend drags me to the doctor with my state health insurance. She tells the doctor about my symptoms. The doctor’s mouth opens slightly.

“That’s not normal,” she says.

I bleed for 28 days straight.

I’m diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. The doctor asks if I want an IUD. I’ve never even heard of that.

My insurance pays for it. It’s free.

“Okay,” I say.

“It’s worth a try,” I say.

I haven’t had a period in months.

I am 25

My oncologist examines my medication list. “IUD? Birth control?” he asks. “You’re married. Don’t you want kids?” No. “What about your husband.” Wife. “Oh.”

My GP is out of town. I see a new doctor. We’re discussing surgeries. Is a hysterectomy an option?

“No,” he says. “You might marry a man who wants kids.” I’m married to a woman and I don’t want kids.

My dad is a nurse. He has four daughters.

“You’re married to a woman. Why are you on birth control?”

“Because I need to be,” I say. Finally. I say. “Because I want to be.”

Because it’s my body. Period.

Things that totally happened when the VK's arrived at Auradon

- Eating a ton of food when they first arrived cause they had never seen so much food in their entire lives (which prompted to a lot of throwing up later that night since their stomachs aren’t used to obtaining so much stuff)

- Mal and Jay having a horrible first few nights of sleep due to their shared thoughts that this might all be a trap set up to finally put an end to everything evil. This resulted in the two waking up in cold sweats and checking on the other’s throughout the night.

- Carlos and Evie were the complete opposite. It does even matter if this was all set up to finish them off because they were too busy in their sleep comas that they were debrived of their entire lives.

- Getting really confused/annoyed when they found out that they have to go to school every day

- Jay, Mal and Evie being super protective and making Carlos stay by their side constantly

- A bunch of their Auradon friends showing up with a bunch of random sweets because, ’ what do you mean you’ve never had a cookie/brownie/cupcake/pie/cake/muffin/etc. ’

- Evie starting a ton of new trends

- Jay forgetting that it’s not okay to steal and having to low key sneak a bunch of wallets back in people’s pockets

- Quietly receiving sad looks whenever they would gawk at creatures like deer and butterflies because, wow, they did not have those on the Isle

- Having a ‘relapse day’. They’ve all had one; a day where everything just hits them.

- Not being completely okay is totally okay.

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics


request: “hiya! i was wondering if i could request a fred weasley imagine with prompt numbers 23, 34, & 99?? i just cANNOT get enough of him. he’s my fav. plus, your writing is absolutely spectacular!! you are my favorite writer, and i will definitely be requesting more imagines in the future (most likely fred weasley, oops!). anywho, i’m sorry for making this so long! 💖” — anon

23. “Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
34. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.”
99. “Ouch! That really hurt.”

a/n: long is okay! 😊 i actually prefer them rather than short messages. thank you, anon! and yas, feel free to request more fred!! also, sorry if this took so long. x (also, excuse my bad house elf dialogue)

Masterlist + Request here!

    Contrary to popular belief, Y/N didn’t prefer staying at the library despite the girl always being on top of everything, acing her exams and school work, and seen with a book around like every single time they see her walking around the hallways. In fact, the young Y/H was fond of the kitchen at Hogwarts, where the house elves worked for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner — their kind and generous nature amusing Y/N as she always gets offered tons of food whenever she visits.

     "Where are you going this time?“ said her friend as she excuses herself after their last period, Defense Against the Dark Arts, to go to some place else. Y/N was quickly gathering her belongings, a big smile on her face before bolting out of the room.

     "The usual.” answered Y/N, waving goodbye and rushing downstairs.

     "What does that mean?“ muttered her friend but Y/N was already out of sight, her footsteps very loud as she descends.

     Just as she turned to the left corridor, she caught a glimpse of Fred Weasley talking rapidly to his twin brother George like he was trying to reason with him. When he turned forward and locked eyes with her, he raised his eyebrows and began to run as well where Y/N was heading, her laughter getting heard by the students who were walking along the halls.

     Once Y/N was face to face with the entrance of the kitchen, she reached and tickled the pear in which it gave a little giggle, granting her entry then.

     Fred panted as he finally stood in front of her, blocking her way. "Y/N,” he took a deep breath, “didn’t I tell you that this kitchen is my spot? Find your own!”

    She shook her head. “No. I told you; first come, first serve.”

    “I literally found that before you did so —”

    “Yes, but right now I came first, didn’t I?” smirked Y/N.

    Exactly a week ago, Fred came inside the kitchen to smuggle some food for some midnight snacks. And saying that he was surprised when he saw Y/N casually chatting with the house elves while eating a piece of cake, sitting on one of the stools, was an understatement. He was sure that only he, his brother, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were the only students who knew where the kitchens were.

     "Not counted.“ reckoned Fred, crossing his arms. "You didn’t even inform me that we were supposed to be racing.”

     Y/N took a step forward subtly, “Then maybe next time I would but for now …” she tried to walk pass him but Fred moved, causing her to bump harshly on his hard chest. “Ouch! That really hurt.” she complained as she rubs her forehead.

     Fred grinned. “That’s what you get for being so generous, love.”

     She ignored the sudden jolt of her heart when she heard him call her love. “Ha, ha. Funny, Fred, but sarcasm doesn’t suit you.

     "Really? I’ve been told quite the opposite.“

     Y/N stopped rubbing her forehead. "Fine, why don’t we just share this hiding place?”

     "Share?“ asked Fred.

     "I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the word.” deadpanned Y/N. “If you don’t want to share, then I’m not going to let you have it for yourself. I happen to find use of my knowledge of the kitchen too.”

     "If I agree, you promise not to tell anyone and it’ll be our little secret?“ Fred leaned down since he was quite taller than her, Y/N’s face suddenly becoming red because of their closeness.

     "Er — our as in just the two of us or like with your brother?”

     "Just the two of us if you want.“ winked Fred and that was the moment Y/N was certain that he was flirting with her.

    She chuckled. "Are you flirting with me, Weasley?”

    “Obviously and I’m not getting satisfied at your reaction to be quite honest.”

    The both of them laughed, Fred speaking again. “Sure, we can share. The only reason I’ve been acting greedy about this kitchen is because if I gave it away that easily, I won’t have a reason to talk to you. I mean, clearly, we’re meant to be.

    Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really?” she faked her shock. “You do know that this kitchen isn’t even yours to begin with, right?”

    “You ignored the part I said we were meant to be, Y/N.” said Fred jokingly.

    She grinned. “I heard it quite clearly, Fred, don’t worry. Would you rather I object?”

    Fred raised an eyebrow. “So you’re completely okay with me confessing that I like you?”

    Y/N blushed again. “T-That was a confession?”

    “Yes.” Fred tried to read her shocked expression. “Is that okay?”

    “Yeah, completely fine.” said Y/N with wide eyes. “Totally okay. It’s not like you’ve been my crush or anything — ha! No problem indeed.” she rambled.

    “Gosh, you’re so cute.” smirked Fred.

    “What?” Y/N asked, growing redder and redder as each second passed.

    “Miss and Mister!” a croaky voice suddenly drew their attention away from each other, a familiar house elf by the name Kronk was staring at them with his big eyes. “Kronk heard Mister Fred Weasley’s voice, Sir! Then Kronk saw him talking with Miss Y/N Y/L/N. The house elves and Kronk want to know if they want to go to the kitchen, Sir, because the door has been left open for a few minutes now, Mister and Miss!”

    “Don’t worry, Kronk, we’re coming.” assured Fred, turning to Y/N. “Shall we?”

     Her mouth felt dry. “Wait, you really like me?” she asked again.

    Fred sent her a smile. “I think the real question is, why shouldn’t I?” he abruptly grabbed her hand. “Now, come on, Y/N. Before I change my mind about sharing this hiding spot for you.”

     Y/N laughed, her cheeks still pink from what just happened. She looked at their intertwined hands for a minute and nodded, Fred’s smiled widening and together they enter the kitchen where a bunch of house elves were already serving their favorite treats.


being hinata is suffering

people seemed to enjoy my actor au post so here’s another one! this time with Hinata feat. Ko™

[More Actor AU!]

Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.


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Friday Night Lights - Peter Parker

summary: the big homecoming game is one of the most important events of the year; how else are the tigers to show their school pride? when a group of students, including peter and y/n, decide to go to the game and school dance as friends, y/n can’t help but hope that a certain someone will make a move.

notes: gif not mine okay this is totally cliche and a completely overdone trope but i loved this idea. let me know what you think and also if you want to be tagged in future fics i write :))

word count: 1612

My phone lit up, and I glanced at the notification. 

MJ: you ready yet??

I picked up my phone, replying a quick almost before returning to the mirror. I was adding the finishing touches to my outfit. A big group of us were about to head to the game together, and tomorrow night, the dance. However, I couldn’t deny that I was a bit hopeful that a certain someone might make a certain move at a certain game tonight.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced down, picking it up as it buzzed a second time.

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Bts reaction to you avoiding to show your feelings:

Anon requested: “Bts react to not communicating your feelings because you feel like you’re being annoying”

“BTS reaction to their girlfriend acting cold and they finding out it’s because she thinks was very clingy. I hope that not sounds confused, love your writing 💕” 


Originally posted by aestheticvbts

I feel like he would be struggling with telling you it’s completely okay or just showing you that it’s totally normal to start ranting on about your day. Eventually he’ll settle on just coming home and complaining to you about his day, dropping subtle hints here and there to provoke you into letting all your feelings out.


Originally posted by andrea-samantha

He’ll do both. ask you about it and telling you he’s more than happy to hear your complains, showing you that whatever you complain about won’t annoy him, but instead make him very happy. He doesn’t want you to feel lonely therefore opening up to you about it, listening quietly to whatever you have to say.


Originally posted by laurenj-hope

Ok so Hoseok said himself that he’s more into quite responsible girls but shutting off your feels entirely won’t work with this crazy muffin. He will tell you to your face how much it annoys him that you are always reserved about your emotions assuring you that spitting them out will make him more relieved than irritated.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by btspicsdaily

He appreciates it most of the time and won’t even speak to you about it. You see somedays he just wants silent cuddles away from the whining of the boys and your arms are the best refuge. Yet he is one to quickly notice any changes in your mood and would sensibly try to get you to speak to him about it.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Boundaries? with chim chim? I think not. He wont be having any of it when you shrugged off his “how was your day” and attempted a failed move at changing the subject. Jimin will drop whatever he was doing and rush to you like please please tell me. His eyes won’t be masking his hurt and you found yourself pouring your heart out comfortably. 

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by littlevioletpill

Another member who I think will be having non of it because because it’s just impossible to build walls into your relationship and still expect it to keep going. He probs wont realize it himself, you just have to bring it up and once you did he would be doing his best with getting your tensed up heart to relax a little more

 “ I love your stories. Now give me a kiss because it’s your turn to speak”


Originally posted by jjks

So, grown up or not he’ll still struggle with what to do. Jungkook is obviously worried and it’s probably he reason behind the black circles under his eyes. He isn’t one to “talk to you about it” so don’t get surprised when he tackles you to bed and swings a baseball bat over your head like how was your day sweety? No one will die though, and you will end up cuddling after having emptied all your pent up anger to your now smiling boyfriend.

The Middle Seat (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: swearing, terribly written (lol)

Words: 715

Requested by: @twinklyhood:  772 with evan ? :)

Number: 772 - “Can I hold your hand?”

           Evan was not a touchy-feely person. In fact, you had been friends with him for nearly 4 years and the closest you physically got to him was an accidental nudge on the shoulder when walking side-by-side. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being around you. He just liked to keep his personal bubble. That’s not all that Evan was uncomfortable with. To give you the list he was uncomfortable with: speaking in public, being touched, food that touches on a plate, folding napkins, light switches that are placed backwards, loud dogs, loud noises, hot beverages, sitting on leather, and his very own words.

Evan was so uncomfortable with the sounds that came out of his mouth that he had yet to tell you his feelings towards you. Things between you and Evan were weird. You were dating- no wait you weren’t dating- well, it’s just complicated. You both had liked each other for so long. But Evan clearly wasn’t in mentally okay spot for a relationship at the moment. And that was totally okay with you. If you were completely honest, you just loved being in his presence.

           Your gang of friends decided to go to a carnival that had come into town. Alana was volunteering at a games booth for extra credit. You, Jared, Evan, and the Murphy’s decided to spend an evening there. Not only to show support for Alana, but because – hey, who doesn’t love a good carnival?

           Piling into Connor’s old SUV, Zoe took the front seat. Leaving you, Jared, and Evan squished in the back. Out of the three of you, Evan was the skinniest. In result, a group decision was made: Evan would sit in the middle seat.

           Your group of friends piled into the car. You, Jared, and Evan squirmed while trying to get buckled.

           “Hey, my hips don’t lie,” Jared muttered as Evan complained about being squished.

           You smiled sympathetically at Evan. Clearly seeing how uncomfortable he was. Being the gracious person that you are, you scooched the slightest – allowing Evan to lean into you more. You both blushed.

           The Murphy’s fought over what music to play whilst driving. Zoe had wanted to listen to the radio, whereas Connor insisted that they listened to the same Led Zepplin CD that he plays every time they drive somewhere.

           “Come ON, Connor. That CD is so beat up. Every track skips!” Zoe groaned.

           “Literally shut the fuck up.” Connor hissed back.

           “Mom told you to stop swearing-“

           “Mom told you to stop being a little bitch.”

           “No she didn’t!”

           Whilst in the heat of the Murphy’s argument, you couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the warmth of Evan’s arm that rested against yours. The material of his polo was soft and comforting. You looked up with caution, only to see that he was looking back at you. You laughed nervously, face becoming warm. Evan rested his side further against yours, almost as if he was inviting you to become closer to him physically.

           As the sound around you two faded, Evan unhooked his casted arm from underneath his hip. He reached his long, pale fingers and softly brushed them against your knuckles. You held your breath. Looking up at him longingly, you noticed he was no longer looking at you. His focus was on your hand. The tip of his index finger ran along the side of your thumb.

           “Can I- um… Can I hold your hand?” he whispered into your ear. His breath was warm and it sent shivers down your spine.

           Without a word, you nodded. Slowly slipping your hand into his, you bit down on your bottom lip. His hands were soft. Only the slightest bit calloused from him climbing trees. His hands were warm. They were so warm that it sent electric heat through the rest of your body. Your stomach did flips. You both stared at your intertwined hands. You could feel his exhaling against your hair. Taking in a deep breath, you could smell his coconut body wash and his clean shirt. You could hear nothing but the sounds of your hearts beating. And it all felt perfect.

           Suddenly, a loud slap landed on both of your hands, making you and Evan practically mess yourselves. It was Jared, pointing obnoxiously.

           “That’s fucking gay.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, I just had a vision of what it would be like the first time Rosaline saw Benvolio fitted out in a full suit of armor. 

Okay, bye Jon! love, Sansa ❤️

I never write about Jon and Sansa (apart from fanfiction obviously, but that really, really doesn’t count), and I have my reasons for that, but I feel like I sort of have to right now, because one scene that I hated at first, though now absolutely love, is being, once again, ripped apart and taken totally out of context for no other reason but the same old, same old that people just seem to not be able to not assume that Sansa is power-hungry, greedy, jealous and simply doesn’t give a flying crappy shit about her big bro Jon. 

Just to make this clear, She really, really cares a hell of a lot about Jon Snow. I just want to say that, because it can never be said enough. Heck, we know Bran and Arya are coming, but Sansa doesn’t, Jon is literally the only person she has left. He has proven to her that he will do anything to keep her save, not because of his own selfish wants and dreams, but because he’s, you know, a freakishly rare and wonderfully attractive flippin good guy, the only one she’s come across to ever since she saw her father’s head roll. Sansa complains to him that he has to stop protecting her, for crying out loud. Yeah, I’d totally say Sansa hates Jon guts, if that would be the only option when answering a multiple choice question going a bit like ‘What do Sansa haters want most?’ 

Sansa hands down receives more hate than Jon does, though Jon has not been treated kindly by all either, since season 7 started. He’s been called a sexist. Now, truly, I think of all the men in Thrones, Jon is about as feminist as it gets, but oh well, meta for another time. 

The whole point of Jon and Sansa arguing like old grumpy married couple in front of everyone to see, is because the way they solve it, the way this plot ends, is to show us that, both are wrong/right, it’s not about that, it’s about how they solve it. 

Same goes for episode 2. 

Originally posted by zawanahahaha

Sansa doesn’t want Jon to go, she has a good point, but Jon wants to go and makes some great points too. Both are right/wrong. The decision made at the end is the best possible outcome. Not because I want Jon to go, not because I want them separated, but because the grounds on which he leaves her are just utter glory for any Sansa fan. If there was ever fanservice for Sansa stans, this was it.

Now, let me finally drag myself to the point I actually wanted to talk about… People jumped at the chance of saying Sansa was totally and perfectly fine with Jon leaving the moment he gives her Winterfell. It’s so stupid to me, because if Sansa wanted Jon’s power, him going away, leaving her in charge or not, would always be a perfect opportunity for her. She should’ve been overjoyed at the mere mention. She really, really isn’t. Prove can be found in the gif above. 

As a bookreader, I want to kindly remember everyone that ‘Winterfell belongs to my sister, Sansa’. This just brought it all in full circle to me, basically a dream come true

Sansa is not suddenly perfectly fine with Jon leaving, and though I understand where the jokes all come from (’Don’t bother rushing! we’ll be fine! Take as long as you need! bye Jon!), I think they also missed a deep point here that only people who don’t blindly dislike Sansa see. 

Unfortunately, loads of people blindly dislike Sansa, because Oh My God, character development! it’s so hard to grasp for the simplest among us on earth (yes, Sansa haters are stupid dumb humans, I said that).

Loads have completely and totally misinterpreted Sansa simply being okay with Jon going because he gives her command, and that is all she ever wanted, they think she has what she wanted now, and they’re right, but they’re also wrong. Sansa has what she always wanted, it’s just not what they think it is. 
It wasn’t power that Sansa was after, as a bookreader I hope the show stays true to this. She’s not power-hungry, she’s nothing like Cersei, Daenerys, Stannis… she’s not addicted to the thrill of it. What Sansa has been after, especially when it comes to her relationship with Jon, is respect and recognition. For people to finally see that the little girl with her charming prince dreams, the one who was actually in love (gag) with Joffrey, is gone

Jon leaving her in charge of Winterfell doesn’t give her the power she’s always craved, it gives her the recognition she’s been looking for. Jon trusts her and her knowledge, her instincts enough to give her Winterfell, and with that comes great responsibility. 

In episode 10 of season six, Jon tells Sansa they must trust each other. As beautiful as I thought that scene was, I also never denied that it sounds more like him saying ‘trust me’, and Sansa heard that too. Jon diagnosed her trouble with trust, and he correctly recognized this as a problem. He failed to see, back then, that her lack of trust could be easily solved with trusting her, respecting her. And here the issues of 7.1 really find their root.

I know Sansa did not suddenly accept Jon leaving because she gets to rule over Winterfell now, because she has the North… The only one who ever believed that is what Sansa wanted was Littlefinger, and his attempts at giving her the North always translated in him having even more opportunity to go full ‘Look at what I did? Look at all I’ve done for you? It’s all for you. You need me.’

Sansa doesn’t want Jon to go, she doesn’t want him to leave Winterfell, abandon his home, abandon her, but she accepts him leaving because she realizes he trusts her. All Sansa has wanted is for Jon to trust her. He trusts her now. How beautiful is that, when you think about it? They trust each other. They’re, in a way, total equals in this perfect little partnership of theirs with loads of conflicting, unresolved and confusing feelings.  

I think that Sansa realizes that if he trusts her, well, she can trust him too, trust him to do what is right, to do what he must do, trust him to come back to her. So, she allows him to leave her.


Hux couldnt understand why the exercise wasn’t helping until trooper DR-9110 delivered the big news. There is only one reason why Hux would have elevated midichlorians in his blood. “Um, Ren… you are the father.”

//Kylux #Niche Kink November: prompt: pregnancy lol mpreg in spaaaace

Red Lips Don’t Lie Part II

Hello lovelies! So, here it is! The second part of Red Lips! Edited/co-written by the amazing M @thesmutofthemendes

Hope you guys enjoy! (contains drama and a bit of smut)

His music was the only thing he could find solace in. Playing the guitar or the piano, he would forget about their fight, about her words. About her. The rain was hammering against his hotel room and Glasgow looked grey and dark, almost as dark as the echoing void in his chest.

He hummed along to the chords he was playing trying to stay sane, he had promised his band to meet them at this pub down the street but he wasn’t in the mood. He hadn’t been in the mood for anything really.

A soft knock on the door made him turn around.

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So here’s the deal, I’ve been Yousana trash since they shared their first glance on screen and I will continue to be until the day I die. 

No matter what happens in canon, I’ll treasure the moments we’ve had and continue to love them.

Because I know that, if not in this one, in some other universe they’ll be together forever.