verse: if i were a boy

taako and lup play switcheroo with each other because lup wants to make sure kravitz is a trustworthy boyfriend for her brother and she is also veeeery persuasive but like it doesn’t in any universe work because barry knows immediately it’s taako and is like “hey taako where’s lup” and he’s like “oh uh she’s making sure my man isn’t a total dickweed” and he’s like “sure sure wanna play cards?” meanwhile kravitz catches on really quickly but plays along and takes her on a really nice date and is a total gentleman the whole time then at the end of the night he’s like “well it was nice to get to know you, lup, shall i take you home?” and she’s like HECK I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS BAMBOOZLED and she’s like “um no ill catch a cab and get home on my own” and he opens a portal and she’s like “oh shit, psyche, take me home big boy” and as kravitz fetches his actual datemate she’s just in the background with barry pointing at her own eyes and then at him in a threatening way but tbh the way kravitz sweeps taako off his feet when he sees him and is like not even a little upset about the little ploy for sure warms her up to him

BTS reaction- Being asked about you in an interview/variety show

Anon asked: “BTS reaction where the interviewer/host of a tv show asks them about you?❤️💙💛”

A/N: I am posting a reaction after SO long so I am very sorry if this isn’t up to my usual standards :) I promise the next couple of reactions will be better written!

**As usual gifs are not mine. Credit to the rightful owners. Images sourced from google images**

MASTERLIST


Jin

Jin would probably be very embarrassed and would be laughing so much. His ears would turn red while answering the question directed towards him but it just means he is happy to talk about you.

The camera panned to his red face as just a few seconds ago he had been asked about you. “So is it right? You went on your first official date?” the interviewer asked. Jin couldn’t stop laughing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before responding. “Yes. Yes were are officially dating. I hope ARMY’S can give us a lot of love, and support y/n and give her as much understanding and love as they give me” his ears had turned red by this point. “ When is the second date then?” the host teased. He turned to look at the camera. “ I am waiting for your answer y/n” and he handed the mic back to Namjoon prompting a lot of ooh’s from the boys.


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and i look just like buddy holly

summary: eddie’s dragged to a halloween party

a/n: they are 17 in this story! this is a short story so i hope u all like it! the song richie sings is called “you’re so square” by buddy holly! based off of finn’s lip sync battle :’)

the group of friends parked a couple of houses down from their destination, due to limited spaces. this was the first of many parties eddie felt he would be dragged along to this month, and it was only the second week of october. it seemed like everyone in town was a halloween fanatic, besides eddie kaspbrak. sure, he liked sweets, but he could get those any other day of the year. he wasn’t fond of the gorey slasher films his friend, richie, picked out on fridays when all the losers met up at the rental store, because they lacked an actual story line. he liked carving pumpkins, but that’s because he normally did that with friends. over all, eddie couldn’t exactly figure out what the hype was.

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anonymous asked:

DUDE DUDE DUDE DO YOU KNOW WHERE LYRICS ARE FOR THE NEW BOP?!?!

[Verse 1]
I never really feel a thing
I’m just kinda too frozen
You were the only one
That even kinda came close
I just pinch myself
No longer comatose
I woke up, no luck
I woke up, no luck

[Pre-Chorus]
And when your stitch comes loose
I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz
And stuffing that comes out of you, you
I took too many hits off this memory
I need to come down

[Chorus]
Another day goes by
So hold me tight
Hold me tight, or don’t
Oh n-n-no, no this isn’t how the story ends
So hold me tight
Hold me tight, or don’t

[Verse 2]
I got too high again
Realized I can’t not be with you
Or be just your friend
I love you to death
But I just can’t, I just can’t pretend
We weren’t lovers first
Confidants but never friends
Were we ever friends?

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
‘Cause I’m past the limits
The distance between us
It sharpens me like a knife
Past the limits
The distance between us
It sharpens me like a knife

[Chorus]

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MY DEAD GAY SON

  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜

SEVENTEEN

  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜

LIFEBOAT

  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜

YO GIRL

  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜

I AM DAMAGED

  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
Pink Tea

Summary: Levi actually doesn`t like black tea very much. [Canonverse}

AO3 Version: Pink Tea

It was a known fact that Captain Levi enjoyed tea, some even thought his entire diet consisted of it. Because he liked tea, everyone who liked the Captain made it for him, in order to impress him and gain his praises, but they never did, it was always `thanks` in that flat tone of his that always insinuated `it`s not very good, try again`. Little did they know it wasn`t because they`d steeped it too long or used the wrong blend, or even the wrong tea cup, but because they all assumed Levi liked his tea black and bitter.

Levi loathed straight black tea, despite popular belief, and whenever someone made him a cup he`d make sure add about a hundred spoonfuls of sugar to it. It`s why no one ever saw him preparing his own tea, or drinking it after they`d served it to him, what would they think if they saw their war hardened Captain pouring all that sugar into his tea because he couldn`t have it black?

Drinking black tea in a plain white mug was manlier than sweet tea with lots of cream in his favorite baby blue tea cup, and he had an image to uphold. It was like if he asked for strawberry milk instead of a beer, like choosing a unicorn over a horse, you just didn`t do it. So Levi kept his little sweet tooth secret, never would anyone see him pouring half the bag of sugar into his tea, or the fact that the tea in the black tea tin was actually his favorite rose blend.

He`d sit up in his office, choose one of his favorite tea sets and drink his feminine choice in drink in peace, it`s where he thought he was completely safe from prying eyes and mocking gazes. He liked having his fluffy quilt of cotton and floral fabric, an old one he`d found, but was able to mend himself, and a good book, particularly romance novels where one couldn`t be with the other due to their age difference but somehow they would love one another anyway and live happily ever after.

No one ever dared disturb him during this time, everyone around knew they were his designated relaxation hours. Everyone who`d been with him for long enough knew that, everyone except Eren. Eren who looked up to him the most, Eren who would lose all respect for him if he knew how soft his Captain really was, Eren who never fucking knocked before coming in.

“Captain! I was looking all over for… you.” Eren shouted coming in, only to pause at the scene before him. Captain Levi curled up in his way too big desk chair bundled up in a rose patterned blanket that seemed to swallow him whole, a book with a romantic title, “To Love Him Is Wrong, But I Cannot Bring Myself To Be Right”, and was that two guys on the cover? But most of all he had a well made, pearly pink, china tea set with cherry blossoms and rosy branches painted all over it and a tea cup full of creamy looking peach colored tea, definitely not the dark black he usually drank.

“Captain what are you…?”

Levi looked like a cross between furious, embarrassed and ready to cry.

“You`re so…”

Here it comes, he`s going to cut into his ass and never respect him again. Levi would have to beat him harder than he had at the tribunal to get him to take him seriously ever again.

“Cute!”

What?

“Wow, seriously sir, you`re just adorable if you don`t mind me saying so!” Eren squealed, holding his own face in his hands. Levi blinked, technically, this was what he`d been dreading, to be seen in a soft, weak light, but… it didn`t feel so bad with Eren doing it.

“Is that so?” Levi had to be sure, Eren nodded eagerly at the question.

“Mh! It`s awesome you can be cute like this but still kick ass!” The boy praised. Levi hadn`t ever thought of it that way, but still…

“Ahem, thank you Eren. But you can`t say anything about this okay?” Levi said, Eren looked confused for a moment, like he wanted to ask questions, but then understanding filled his green orbs instead.

It looked like Eren was going to give him some lecture about pride or something so Levi shut him up quick, “It`s our special secret.” He whispered, immediately Eren`s face lit up like a Christmas tree, not just anyone got to know about the Captain`s special secrets so he must have really trusted Eren in particular! Aa, he wanted to brag about it but, if Levi trusted him to keep it a secret then he wouldn`t say a word.

“Yes sir! My lips are sealed!” Eren promised,

Levi had never been more relieved it was Eren who`d barged into his office.

Once Eren had found out about his little secret the boy had pestered him until he`d given him the recipe for his ideal tea, five spoons of sugar, three splashes of cream and use the rose blend on the top shelf of the pantry, and the shifter took it as his duty to prepare Levi`s tea from then on, because he knew Captain`s secret now so he could prepare what he liked, and Levi let him. Only because somehow the brat`s tea was a hundred times better than his own. When he made it, it was just sweet enough, always steeped to perfection, always had a creamy texture and was never gritty, sometimes he`d even put actual rose petals in for extra flavor.

No longer did Levi have to tiptoe about just to get a cup of tea, because Eren always seemed to know when he was craving it and would be at his door with a steaming pot ready for him. But it became more than tea too, he brought him warm sweaters, Captain always looks so cold in that blanket, new books, I didn`t know what you liked to read but this one has guys on the cover too, and kept him company.

Levi didn`t know how close they were becoming, how he would let Eren share his quilt because it was big enough for both of them, let Eren blush himself silly trying to read his romance books aloud, let the cadet lay his head on his lap when he got sleepy. And when he finally did notice, he didn`t mind as much as he should, at all really. He could admit it, if only to himself, he really liked Eren. In the kind of way his novels described, his heart would beat fast, his hands would sweat - disgusting - and he would feel light whenever he was near. Geez he really was turning into a girl wasn`t he?

Still, he should have guessed such bliss couldn`t last.

It had been another day, pretty slow in terms of training and such since there wasn`t anything urgent to learn so Eren had come to his office earlier than normal, baring his usual gifts of a large blanket and tea and cookies to share. Levi had looked up from his blasted paperwork to find the boy smiling down at him and he allowed himself a small one in return. He pushed his work aside, Eyebrows would get it when he finished dammit, and opened his arms to invite Eren over into the large chair like always. Eren had happily squeezed in next to him, draping the big blanket over their heads and shoulders and poured the two some of his delicious tea.

Right as they were settling in, Eren laying his head on Levi`s to read over his shoulder, they`d switched out romance novels for action/adventures, the door was flung open in a flurry of `I`m sorry for intruding` and bad undercuts. Oluo stood in the doorway bowing until he was almost in half and holding out more paperwork, seriously, more Erwin? Do your own damn paperwork! Straight out in front of him. Instead of jumping up Eren had pulled him closer protectively, not knowing who had been coming in at first and Levi sat completely still.

“F-forgive me sir! You weren`t answering your door so I…” Oluo had started up with his rambling apology and raised his head to do so properly, but he was met with the sight of Captain Levi looking terribly small wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket with… with the newbie! And what was with that tea? It was pink! Just what exactly was he seeing here!?

“What is all of this?” Oluo yelled, of course he bit his tongue in the process.

Eren`s eyes shot over to look at Levi who was still frozen with shock and looked ready to cry again, he had to do something to keep the Captain`s secret, as painful as this would be for him, he couldn`t let his Captain take this, it was time for him to repay all his kindness these past days.

“Ahem, this is all me.” Eren said seriously, his voice was really out of place in the fluffy scene. Levi shot him a look of disbelief but he didn`t stop, let me do this for you sir, he thought. “I… I like all this kind of stuff, and I dragged Captain into with me, and because he was kind he stayed, even though he doesn`t like this kind of thing at all!”

Oluo sneered at him, “Hah, should have known you were a weirdo, what are you some kind of girl? Hah! You`re lucky the Captain`s such a good man, I wouldn`t have let a rookie like you get away with it though, I`d-”

As Oluo continued to lecture Eren, Levi couldn`t tear his eyes away from him. This boy, with so little already, had taken such a hard blow to his pride, saved Levi from humiliation, without even being asked to. He was sitting through the harsh words hewas supposed to be getting, he was the one who liked all this, in fact, Eren was the one who liked his tea black without anything else between them. Eren had taken the bullet for him like it was nothing, he would have never imagined he cared that much.

“Enough Oluo.” Levi ordered, he couldn`t let this continue.

“But sir! He`s the one who dragged you into-”

“Hoh? Did I stutter? That was an order soldier.” He told the man darkly, and with a not manly at all squeak he scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him so Levi wouldn`t give chase.

After he`d left Eren let out a nervous laugh, “Haha, that was close wasn`t it sir?”

“Why did you do it Eren?” Levi cut in, why would anyone, no matter how close, take that kind of pain for another?

Eren`s eyes darted around uneasily as he let out another laugh.

“W-well I promised to keep your secret didn`t I? And I-”

“Eren. Don`t lie, what`s the real reason? Even if you were keeping my secret you didn`t have to take the blame.”

Eren sighed.

“I-I guess there`s no hiding it then huh?” … “I-I like you Captain.” The boy admitted, ah, Levi`s heart was skipping every other beat again.

“And because I like you, I had to protect you sir. Please forgive me for having these weird feelings for you!” Eren pleaded, he pulled the blanket they`d been sharing over his head further to hide himself completely from view.

Eren liked him. Eren liked him. He could feel not only a burning blush covering his cheeks, but a big - big for him that was - smile spreading on his face as he let out a breathy laugh, there was nothing really funny about it, but it was more of a relief kind of laugh. If Eren was weird, Levi supposed he was too right?

He wiggled his way under the blanket with Eren, even as he tried to shift away and hide more, and pulled him into a soft kiss that stopped his struggling instantly. Levi wasn`t very experienced, he just sort of, held their lips together, but Eren hummed contently and it felt good, really good, even if they weren`t doing anything. When he could bring himself to pull back a minute or so later he whispered to the boy,

“I like you too, Eren.”

Eren gaped when his lip fell away from his, his eyes growing impossibly larger - because they were already so big - at his superior`s confession. Levi was a bit nervous, maybe he had read his words wrong and Eren didn`t like him that way. Maybe Levi had made a comeplete fool of himself and really made Eren lose respect for him that no beating would restore.

But then Eren`s dropped jaw formed a smile, a happy, joyful smile, like Levi had promised him the world in just one confession.

The grin on Eren`s face made his own small smile grow just that much more as the kid pulled him into a bear hug and laughed like he`d heard the funniest thing in the world. His laughter was deep and contagious and Levi started laughing too, his lighter, quieter giggles mixing with Eren`s well.

What were they even doing? Giggling like two teenagers - technically one of them was - underneath a blanket like it was their own little world. But Levi didn`t care, for once in a long, long time, he was just happy. The two eventually calmed down enough to form words, Eren`s first ones were thanking him for accepting his feelings. Speaking of thanks, now that they were technically together he could…

“Eren, I want to thank you for saving me before.” Levi said lowly, shifting himself closer to Eren`s lap. Eren looked at him strangely, reminding him he`d already said that. Sigh, this brat had no idea how to take hints did he? Figures he would fall for someone like that.

“No, I want to… repay your kindness Eren.” Levi purred, taking the boy`s face in his hands as it finally clicked for him, you could practically hear it.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mmhm, would you like that Eren?”

Eren nodded.

Taking that as the approval he needed, Levi pulled the blanket away from their heads and let it fall to the floor. Eren laid back on the plushy chair when Levi`s hands pushed him against it, using his shoulders as leverage to crawl over him and straddle his waist.

They looked at each other for a moment, breath quickening at what was to come, Eren made the first move with a noisy `gulp` and pulled Levi close by the small of his back with one hand and tilted his head forwards with the other, closing the gap between them second time. Eren was more forceful than Levi had been as he worked his lips against Levi own, loving the sound of his stuttering gasp when he dared dart his tongue out to slide across his plump bottom lip to coax them to part.

He let his hands wander down this body he`d admired for so long, caution slowly slipping from his mind, running along Levi`s back, his arms, his hips, before settling on his ass to give it a timid squeeze, causing Levi to let out a scandalized squeak, making the mistake of opening his mouth to let Eren enter it easily. Levi didn`t seem to understand at first, why his mouth was suddenly so hot, but he still moaned at the feeling of Eren tongue inside his mouth, against his own, rubbing against it and exploring every part it could reach.

Eren pulled back, Levi`s lips chasing after his as he did so, to tug at the Captain`s shirt, his implications clear. Levi blushed harder but lifted his arms so Eren could pull the cloth away. Eren`s hands instantly stroked his sides and grabbed at his hips, muttering to himself `so smooth` and `pretty, you`re very pretty sir` as he was captivated by the newly exposed skin. Levi felt flatter but, also cheated. Eren was still fully clothed…

“N-now you.” He insisted, trying to sound firm. Eren held back a smile, he was being shy again. Either way Eren obeyed, taking his shirt from the bottom hem and slipping it over his head confidently, though he did feel a bit exposed now since Levi was no longer the only one like this and was staring at him so intensely. Silver eyes roamed his chest and abs shamelessly, but his hands were a different story, hiding themselves deeper into his brown locks, too frightened to venture down.

“Hey, it`s okay, go ahead.” Eren encouraged, wanting Levi to feel free to touch him as he pleased, and to feel those hands on his body. Levi nodded a bit, mostly to himself and placed both hands on his chest, biting his lip in concentration. He stayed in that position, unsure of what to do next, Eren couldn`t help himself as he reached out to cup his face with his hands.

“You`re so cute Captain, please do as you wish with me.” He cooed, Levi looked up at him through his black lashes, flushing at the compliment, before letting his own hands wander as Eren`s had been, carving out all the harsh edges and dips in his muscles, getting startled whenever Eren couldn`t hold back a shudder. Levi let his fingers trail back up over Eren`s body, tickling the back of his neck and… oh.

“Ah! Levi!” Eren gasped, Levi forced himself not to jump right off his lap in fright, he was nervous after all, but that passed all too quickly when Levi realized he was the one to make such a sound spill from Eren`s mouth so forcefully, it gave him quite the boost in his confidence and he boldly brushed the spot on the back of the brunet`s neck again, earning another loud pant.

It was something like a titan wasn`t it? The weak spot at the nape, and Eren was a titan too so… it made sense didn`t it? Idly Levi thought of Hanji having an out right fit at the information, but she wouldn`t be getting it, Levi decided this would be his own secret as he kept rubbing Eren`s nape, he was the only one who was going to know exactly what Eren liked. He felt like he had some kind of special position by knowing it, and he was selfish so he wouldn`t be letting anyone else find out.

“You like it, Eren?” The raven mumbled softly to the shifter, who had gone limp against his shoulder, shuddering every other second. He could feel him nod vigorously from where his head lied. To his surprise though, Eren pulled his head, and neck, away from Levi`s grasp suddenly. He shook his head, like he was trying yo convince himself, and told him,

“S-sir, I want to be gentle with you, but if you continue to do things like that… I don`t think I`ll be able to hold back.”

Levi blinked, then a blush took over his face when he realized what the cadet was implying.

“W-who said anything about that you idiot! Don`t get so ahead of yourself.” He hissed, Eren opened his mouth to apologize then, his eyes wide at the realization of his own statement and face looking a bit disappointed but Levi stopped him before he could say anything.

“B-but since, since I`m repaying you…”

Eren immediately perked up like some puppy. Tch. That was annoying.

“Don`t be so eager.”

Now he was a kicked puppy and Levi felt bad.

“Ahem, since I`m repaying you, please… do what you wish with me.” The captain forced out, repeating Eren`s own offer from earlier, looking away from Eren`s intense gaze as he took in what he was saying. But that`s all he was doing, just looking and damn it all if Levi wasn`t embarrassed enough already.

“Well? Say something you- AH!”

The moment he was fed up with the silence was the moment Eren pounced on him, pinning him to the desk in front of them - behind him? - and staring down at Levi with an animalistic glint in his vibrant green eyes. Levi`s silver slivers widened at the sudden, but slight, pain in his back from being slammed against hard wood.

“E-Eren-”

“I really tried holding back sir, but when you talk like that… Please forgive me for this.”

With that Eren dove forwards, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, almost crushing Levi in the process with his weight, and began to rock back and forth, rubbing their arousals together. Levi covered his mouth to muffled the girly noises that were spilling from him, his other gripping Eren`s back for dear life as the boy grinded onto him.

Eren wouldn`t slow down, going full force the moment he was upon him, panting harshly like a dog into his ear, mumbling things like `captain`s skin is so soft` and `your voice is so sweet sir, let me hear it more`. The desk protested at the constant rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, creaking it`s complaint loudly beneath them.

“Ah! Eren, Eren slow down,” Levi panted, becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of contact. Eren growled lowly, like it was the worst thing to pull away from Levi even for a second.

“No.” He told him.

At any other moment Levi would have been furious, but right then he couldn`t possibly think of anything other than Eren caging him against the desk as he grinded his back against the smooth wood. It felt like hours Levi lied there, just taking whatever Eren had left, he didn`t notice his own moans rising in pitch, coming at a faster frequency, didn`t feel Eren`s thrusts becoming erratic as his own hips bucked with a mind of their own.

“Mmh, mn, I-I`m- ah!” For the love of Maria he couldn`t even warn Eren he was about to-

“Eren!”

White spots danced across Levi`s tightly shut eyelids as he reached his high, Eren still frantically rubbing against him, before finding his own relief with a long groan, then plopping down onto Levi`s heaving form in exhaustion. They lay there, panting as they calmed down. Eren lifted his head from Levi chest to smile a dopey smile up at him, and Levi couldn`t do more than ruffle his brown locks lovingly in return.

He could chew him out for ruining two perfectly good pairs of uniform pants later.

To Believe in Ghosts

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Daniel Howell (Phan)

Genre: !!Angst!!, Fluff, Light Smut.

Word Count: 12 000

Warnings: Mentions/themes of death. Blood. Ghosts. Supernatural. 

Summary: Dan is not the partying type. So when he is dragged against his will to a friend’s Halloween bash, it really is no surprise that things quickly go astray. But Halloween night is only just the beginning. Sometimes it takes an entire lifetime to learn a lesson…sometimes even a death. 

Author Note: Happy Halloween. -ellie

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kazliin  asked:

Lily, you know what I'm going to ask ;) Because that Viktuuri Eurovision commentator/contestant AU is something the world needs to see

guess who has two thumbs and no sense of self-preservation? IT’S ME

so basically kaz and i were talking about eurovision and then i had this sudden thought of a fake rivals-verse fic idea where yuuri’s an exasperated commentator who’s suddenly been forced to host esc and viktor’s the winning contestant from last year who is co-hosting with him and…. because this is rivals-verse, yuuri hated viktor’s entry last year. hoo boy. 


Love Love, Peace Peace

Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov to Co-host 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg
Beloved TV commentator Yuuri Katsuki, known for his sharp and witty commentary during previous contests, and 2015 ESC winner Viktor Nikiforov will be co-hosting the 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg, Russia. This year’s theme will be “Making History” and will be held at the Alexei Panin Arena from 11-15 May. 

Nikiforov won last year with his stunning ballad “Stay Close to Me”, featuring a figure skating segment halfway through the song… (more)


Yuuri clicks out of the article with a groan and takes a sip of his coffee, waiting for his new co-host to arrive. The office is a busy drone in the background, with only the sounds of ringing phones and beeping machines filling the silence. He checks his mobile. Nikiforov is late.

Typical.

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proof that britney spears’s “if u seek amy” lyrics are gay

[Intro]
La la la, la la, la la la
La la la, la la, la la la
La la la, la la, la la la
La la la, la la, la la la (Britney is singing a happy intro because she is going to sing about her girlfriend who she loves)

[Verse 1]
Oh, baby baby, have you seen Amy tonight? (Britney is looking for her girlfriend, Amy)
Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside? (Oh!) (Britney lists these places first because she knows where her girlfriend usually likes to go at parties)
Oh, baby baby, does she take a piece of lime (Britney has forgotten Amy’s drink preferences, but she cares about her enough to ask someone else)
For the drink that I’mma buy her? (Britney is buying a drink for her girlfriend because the social norm is buying a drink for someone you think is hot)
Do you know just what she likes? (Oh!) (Britney wants to make Amy as happy as possible)

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh, tell me, have you seen her? (Britney cannot stop looking for her girlfriend)
Cause I’m so, oh (Take what you will of the “oh” but I assume it has to do with Britney being in love with Amy and not just an extra syllable of “so”)
I can’t get her off of my brain (Britney is in love!)
I just want to go to the party she gon’ go (Britney only wants to party if she is with Amy because she enjoys being around Amy more than the party itself)
Can somebody take me home? (She is sick of being alone at this party and is wondering if Amy is at their house because they live together)
Ha-ha-he-he-ha-ha-ho

[Chorus]
Love me, hate me (Britney is addressing homophobes. She knows that people can either love her or hate her for being gay but she doesn’t care)
Say what you want about me (People will gossip about Britney’s sexuality since she is looking for her gay lesbian girlfriend wife Amy)
But all of the boys and all of the girls are (Britney is bisexual and attracts other girls because they are on her gay-dar (reference to her song Radar))
Begging to if you seek Amy (We all know how Britney shattered our souls with this amazing and iconic hidden acronym message, but if you look closer you will see that indeed, everyone is attracted to Britney, but they are all also willing to help her look for her girlfriend)
Love me, hate me (See above)
But can’t you see what I see? (Britney is again addressing homophobes by wondering why they can’t see how beautiful the girls, especially Amy, are)
All of the boys and all of the girls (See above)
Are begging to if you seek Amy (See above)

[Interlude]
(Love me, hate me) (Britney is emphasizing that she does not care what other people’s reactions are to her having a girlfriend)
La la la, la la, la la la
La la la, la la, la la la

[Verse 2]
Amy told me that she’s gonna meet me up (Amy and Britney were supposed to go on a date)
I don’t know where or when and now they’re closing up the club (Oh!)
I’ve seen her once or twice before, she knows my face (This is a lie Britney made up because she does not want some people to realize how well she and Amy know each other)
But it’s hard to see with all the people standing in the way (Oh!) (These ‘people’ are the homophobes that Britney is trying to get by to find Amy. She could also be expressing her internalized homophobia)

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, say what you want about me (Homophobia will always be present)
Oh, but can’t you see what I see? (Can’t these people understand that being a lesbian is wonderful?)
Yeah, say what you want about me (Britney repeats this line multiple times to express truly how she does not give a fuck about anyone’s comment!)

[Bridge]
So tell me if you see her
(Lemme know what she was wearing and what she was like) (Britney wants to know what her girlfriend was wearing not only so she could find her, but also because she bets Amy will look beautiful in whatever outfit she chose)
Cause I’ve been waiting here forever (Britney waits for a long time because she is dedicated and a loyal girlfriend)
(Lemme know when if she was going out her mind) (Amy is also looking for Britney)
Oh, baby baby, if you seek Amy tonight (Oh!)
Oh, baby baby, we’ll do whatever you like (Britney wants to get other people to look for Amy with her. She says “we’ll do whatever you like” because she will do anything to find Amy)
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby, baby, baby

[Interlude]

[Chorus x2]

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, say what you want about me (See above)
Oh, but can’t you see what I see? (See above)
Yeah, say what you want about me (See above)
All of the boys and all of the girls (She is really referencing lesbians here! There is no other way to interpret that)
Are begging to if you seek Amy

Stockholm Syndrome

Originally posted by grabiajulia

The one where Y/N is an ordinary girl who just auditioned for fun, when she was actually chosen out of a group of models to be the love interest in One Direction’s music video for ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ by Harry Styles himself.

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The building that held the audition was frightening.

 It was freezing and there were a number of girls there that looked like super models, with they’re long, smooth legs and high heels, along with short skirts, and don’t forget the crop tops that revealed their tanned stomach’s.

God, don’t they ever have a candy bar?

Y/N thought while sitting across from one of them. The model was looking down at her phone with her gelled, pink finger nails. Her make up was on point and her high light was so bright, it could blind a person with 20/20 vision, Y/N presumed.

Y/N didn’t look like these girls at all. No, she wasn’t a model, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t happy with her appearance. She was wearing a black tank top along with some ripped white skinny jeans, that stopped just before her ankle. Her shoes were her common ‘go to’ black flats that were worn out, yes, but she couldn’t give them up.

Her hair was an ombre color, with brown and blonde mixed in, and it was in her favorite style, down, falling over her shoulders, long enough to cover the middle of her breasts.

The whole reason as to why Y/N even wanted to audition for this was not because of her love for the band, no, this is what Y/N wanted to do, she wanted to act.

It had been a dream of her’s since she was little. She would sit at home for hours at a time in front of her television, watching as many movies as she could. Then she would reenact them for hours and have a blast.

So when she heard that One Direction was holding auditions for one of her favorite songs, she figured this was her shot.

“Y/N?” Y/N’s head shot up quickly and looked toward the direction of the voice. It was a woman with blonde hair and a clear complexion. She was smiling with a clipboard in her hand and the other holding the door open that closed automatically if you let go of it.

“Yeah!” Y/N said quick, before bending down to grab her belongings that were sitting by her feet. “Right this way.” the blonde haired woman said as Y/N approached closer to her, walking through the doorway and into the bright, white room that held huge long mirrors hanging horizontally on the wall to her right.

 “So the boys are going to see what you can do, okay?” “Wait, what?” Y/N’s eyes grew wide.

What the fuck? Y/N thought to herself while the lady was re-explaining herself to her. Y/N didn’t know the boys would be here! She figured it would be someone from their management team holding the auditions.

Now she was REALLY nervous.

She tried to hold herself together as the lady was still explaining everything to her. She felt as if the breakfast sandwich she had earlier this morning was going to soon meet her again, face to face, if she didn’t get out of this audition quick.

“They’re going to talk to you, ask you your name, get to know you a little bit and then play the song, to see how you react to it.” this lady was speaking very sweetly and calmly, but Y/N was surely going to throw up, either that or faint.

“Go right ahead.” were her last words to her, before Y/N was mindlessly walking further into the wide room. Her body froze once she first got sight of all the boys sitting at a folded up table, just a few feet away from the mirrors that were on the wall.

They looked even better in person. Y/N stared with slightly widened eyes as she witnessed them in action. Niall was laughing while pinching Liam’s arm, Liam was smiling and telling him to stop, while Zayn was laughing about something that Louis had told him softly and Harry- Harry was staring at Y/N.

He seemed to be the only one who noticed she was in the room with them. She smiled at him, Harry was always her favorite, she loved all the boys, of course, but she always found herself staring at Harry the most, just like he was staring at her now.

He had a brown hat on top of his head, it looked like the same one from the album cover of four, and a black button-up shirt that was exposing his tattooed swallows that were on his collar bone. His long, curly hair just barely above his shoulders, he looked breath-taking.

“Hello.” he spoke out and shortly after, the rest of the boys stopped goofing off and looked in Y/N’s direction. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure at least one of the boys could hear it. “Hi.” Y/N let out softly, with her hands behind her back, fingers intertwined, she didn’t know exactly what to do with them.

“Hey love, wha’s yo’ name?” Louis called out to her as she smiled, “Y/N,” she saw as some of the boy’s eyebrows raised in an impressed way, as if though they weren’t expecting her name to be that. Then there was Harry, who was smiling widely at her before saying the word, “beautiful.”

Now she was sure her heart could be heard. Her cheeks were slightly turning pink from Harry’s comment about the name her father gave her. With her bottom lip tucked underneath her teeth, she stared back at the boys and mouthed Harry thank you, before Niall opened his open and began speaking.

“Where’r yah from, Y/N?” they were all quiet now, unlike earlier, before they realized she was in the same room as them, all eyes on her. She didn’t know who’s face to look at, so she just chose to look at each of them a little as she spoke.

“Here. Born and raised.” They all nodded and gave small remarks on it before Harry spoke up again, “how old are yah?” “twenty-one.” they all gave shocked looks, she didn’t look it, but maybe that was because she just turned twenty-one a week ago.

“Wow, you don’t look it,” Harry remarked with wide eyes still on her, while the others spoke in agreement toward him, “no?” Y/N teased with a scrunched nose, narrowed eyebrows and a shake of her head, something Harry found adorable.

“Nah.” he was staring dreamily at her now, this girl was the only one in this audition to actually catch his eye. Harry was honestly tired of seeing models in the videos, he wanted a normal girl who was humble and most relatable toward their fans. 

He had seen on Twitter a few months ago, fans replying to their past video that had a super model in it. They were saying things like, “I could never look like her.” or “she’s so skinny, I need to lose weight now.” it was really upsetting Harry to see the fans think that the boys were actually into girls like that.

“Okay, show us wha yah got.” Harry had heard Zayn say, causing him to break out of his daze. “Okay,” Y/N said nervously, as Liam was reaching for the boom box before Harry spoke up, “No.” Everyone froze and looked at him, they looked as if Harry had three heads, except Niall, he was smiling like an idiot in his direction.

“Wha?” Louis asked Harry as he was staring at Y/N, who looked just as confused as the boys. “I- I said no. I like her, she’s hired.” he spoke in his deep, raspy British voice while staring at Y/N with a smile curved on his lips. She was smiling widely now, her eyes widening too, and Harry couldn’t help but think that he truly made the right choice with her as the love interest. He would barely have to act.

“H- Hold on, Y/N.” Zayn spoke before they all got up and pushed Harry into a spare room that looked like a closet. Once the door shut behind Niall, who was the last person to follow, they all stared at Harry with crossed arms.

“Wha are ya doin, lad?” Louis asked him sternly, “we haven’t even seen her dance.” “well, maybe she won’t have to!” Harry spoke up in a frustrated voice, “Hell! We can’t even dance!” they all looked at Harry and then slowly nodded in agreement, remembering horrible flashbacks from the X-Factor.

“Don’t ya see? She perfect fo’ this.” Harry was looking at all of them now as they were all listening closely to what he had to say. “The song is about a fan kidnapping us and us falling in love with her, she looks very similar, if not older, to our fans.” they were looking at Harry and agreeing as he spoke more.

“If we put a damn super model in the video, it would just look off pudding, you have to admit.” they all nodded in agreement to his words, “I agree,” Niall stated, stepping closer toward Harry, “I say we go with her.” Liam nodded, “Yah, no mo’ auditions.” “She’s the one.” Zayn said and Harry couldn’t agree more.

Once they all stepped out of the spare room, Y/N had been waiting for about five minutes, still standing in the same spot she started at, just feet away from the folded table that they all re-sat down at. “Alrigh’,” Louis spoke before any of the other boys did, Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest, did she get this or not?

What could they possibly have talked about for such a short amount of time? She was so nervous, they probably were going to drop her and go with one of the super models that one of the boys reminded Harry of, “we’ve all come to the conclusion that we really like yah,” Y/N’s eyes were widening, along with her lips at this point, “and we would be honored if ya would work with us in this video.”

A rush of happiness hit Y/N in the face like a semi, “yes, yes- yes!” she squealed as they all clapped and laughed while she ran up to each of them and shook their hands properly. When it came to Harry, he shook her hand and then pulled her in for a tight hug, rubbing her back slowly while swaying her back and forth and then whispering, “I can’t wait.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N had to admit, she felt much more relaxed around the boys after a few days of shooting, especially around Harry.

It had been day two of shoot and they already got a few verses of the song done. Y/N had been having a blast filming with the boys and honestly didn’t even feel as if she were acting. 

Well,

maybe she was. She couldn’t really see herself tying the boys up in the basement of her house while spoon feeding them and practically forcing them to contribute with her in the video.

They all would have laughs in between takes, talking about the last scene they filmed and how crazy it would be if they were really in that situation. Harry found himself laughing with Y/N more instead of the boys.

He loved being around her, hearing her giggle and watching as she would slightly blush after doing a take that involved her to get a little closer toward Harry than normal. This made him blush as well.

“Alright! We’re gonna do another scene now.” the director of the video spoke out loud over the laughter and talking between Y/N and the boys. Causing them to all look over in his direction, Y/N next to Harry once he got their full attention. He continued, “Y/N, for this scene, I want you to tie Harry to ‘your bed’.” 

Her eyes nearly jumped out of her sockets, “ooohh.” all the boys said with a rawr of laughter shortly afterward. Y/N looked over at Harry who was smirking at the director, silently thanking him. “Yeah, yeah. You’re going to straddle him as well, while doing so, then maybe slowly lean down to his face while he sings the lyrics to you.”

“Hey, is this the music video fo’ Stockholm Syndrome? Or are we all surprisingly on the set of the next Fifty Shades of Gray movie?” a wave of laughter filled the room from Louis’ comment, leaving Y/N and Harry visibly blushing. She was wondering if he would be comfortable shooting a scene like that, practically the start of a kinky porno, and he thought the same thing with her.

“Wait, I don’ know if Y/N would be comfortable shootin’ a scene like tha’,-” Harry started, but was soon cut off by Y/N, “I’ll be fine,” he shifted his head away from the direction of the director to Y/N with narrowed eyebrows, “let’s do it.”

With that, Y/N was straddling Harry on a king size bed while tying his wrists above his head to the bed frame. As she leaned over him, he could smell her perfume, it was sensational, it smelt like tropical fruits from a beautiful island, almost as beautiful as her.

He had only been wishing he were wear a cup right now, to hide his boner if he would possibly get one during this scene, which he knew he probably would. Once she finished tying him up, she stared at him and smiled with her hands on her thighs, waiting for the director to cue the music and yell, “action.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, Harry couldn’t imagine being more happier than he was right now. If the director or the boys weren’t watching, he would most-likely be showing his kinky side by now.

She was so breath-taking, it was almost unbearable, he felt as if he were being tortured by being tied up and now having access to Y/N’s body. Not being able to have his hands roam her slim hips while he pulled in her in toward his face, just inches from his lips, right before he would press them onto hers, moaning softly into it as he opened his mouth slightly, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and hearing her whimper to him.

“Woah,” Y/N spoke as she felt the member between her thighs that she was sitting on grow in Harry’s pants. Harry blinked his daydream away before looking down at his crotch and groaning in embarrassment / pleasure with his eyes shut tight and his head leaned back against the head board.

“We haven’t even started yet, Harry.” “Shhh.” he told her quietly, trying hard to not have the director hear them, “I’m sorry- just bare with me.” he told her after looking at the boys and he director and seeing that they weren’t paying any attention to them.

“Don’t move too much, please.” he demanded to her in a soft tone that nearly sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t believe she was having this much impact on Harry, just from sitting on him- well, more like straddling him. She nodded and bit her lip lightly, only imagining what he would do to her if the director and the boys weren’t here. The thought slightly made her wet.

“ALRIGHT! CUE MUSIC!” the director yelled and nearly made Y/N jump out of her skin, causing her to shift her thighs slightly upward, having her hands fall on top of Harry’s chest. His eyes grew wide as he felt pleasure from Y/N’s shock movement, which allowed a groan to escape his lips.

Fuck,” he closed his eyes tight, “I’m sorry- he scared me.” Harry nodded, realizing that he had been a little louder than normal when he was asking to cue the music. “‘s alrigh’, just don’t continue.” he spoke softly to her with a chuckle escaping his lips after.

As much as he deeply wanted her to continue, he knew it’d be best if she didn’t. He didn’t know how the boys would react to him coming in his pants. He figured it would be something that should be saved for another time with Y/N. If there was going to be another time.

Once the music was playing, Y/N was doing exactly what the director was telling her to do, plus more. He had told her he wanted her to lean down to his face while Harry looked into her eyes, singing the lyrics with a shocked expression on his face. Harry really didn’t have to act for this scene at all. In fact he was hardly acting at all with Y/N.

During the scene, as Harry lip-synced to her, she would lightly kissed down his jaw, to make the scene more enjoyable and relatable to fans. Harry closed his eyes as he kept singing to her and then would slightly more his head to the side as she kissed further down his jaw to his neck.

His cock was pulsating at this point and Y/N was very damp too, the sexual tension was so thick between them that you could cut it with a knife. Oh, what he would give if he weren’t in a room with a camera and four boys.

“Alright, cut!” those words nearly saved Harry’s and Y/N’s life. If they were to continue any further, Y/N was sure she was going to forget all about the other people in the room and kiss her way down to the hem of his pants.

“Hey,” Harry was nearly panting to her, she shifted her head from the director’s direction, to his face with a smile, “yeah?” a smile formed at his lips now, “wha’ are yah doin’ afta this?” Y/N couldn’t help but blush at his words, he wanted to hang out with her, and she wanted that too, always has.

“Nothing, why?” she watched as his face brightened a bit from her response, “was wonderin’ if maybe you’d wanna go get coffee or somethin’,” he shrugged, with his hands still tied over his head, “spend a little alone time with yah.”

Y/N couldn’t help but nod in agreement with a smile painted on her lips, “I’d like that very much.”

anonymous asked:

Oh...I didn't know you aren't a singer! Reading your posts, I thought that you are. May I ask what your background is in then? I really enjoy your vocal posts. I am a die hard Louie and love his voice. That's what drew me into the fandom. Looking up stuff about his voice on youtube that eventually led me here. It's so unique, if not always on pitch. He seemed more loose and free earlier, even though he had no/less solos. I'm so angry that they shot his confidence down but am thrilled he has +

+ regained (some of) it back with project no control and now his solo effort. I feel his voice conveys so much emotion (sorry niall and liam. I did say I’m a louie!). Maybe because I am always listening more closely because his parts are small. IWTWYAS is so dreamy. LYG draws me in with that yearning and tension. I like watching videos after Z left and he sings almost all of LBD. I like how you can tell when he isn’t singing in the chorus because he really does carry many of them. In DFWYB
++ he doesn’t sing all the words in the chorus and you know. Same with RTR. “Cuz I wanna be” but he doesn’t sing free and I can tell. Of course all the studio versions are produced in a way that it’s harry or a lot of oohs and aahs instead of harmonies (I’m looking at you night changes!). Anyhow, sorry for the long post. It was meant to be about you and what you studied or do and I made it all about louis. Can you tell my love for him? Feel free to add on or tell me to bugger off.

Hi anon,

What a sweet and heartfelt fan message. I can tell your love for Louis, and I completely sympathize with the status he has in your heart.

You’re right, Louis’s voice is unique in its ability to convey so many genuine emotions simultaneously. Take “Just Hold On,” our only Louis solo song so far. The opening always, always takes me by surprise, no matter how many times I hear it, by its raw and honest yearning, its wistfulness. And by the time he sings, “What do you do when a chapter ends/ Do you close your book, and never read it again?”, I’m a mess. Yet he managed to convey a sense of hope and reassurance, too. The song is a musical embodiment of his courage when he sang at the X Factor performance.

The fact that fans can show him some love with Project No Control and Project Home (kudos to those who organized these projects), and give him any amount of confidence, makes me proud to be in this fandom. It’s the only fandom I know where fans consistently and persistently put in enormous effort to raise money for charitable causes, mirroring the enormous generosity of the band members. Even at their young ages, they have shown such genuine love toward charities. Louis, in particular, could be millions of dollars more wealthy if he wants to, but he has given so much, not only money but personal time and effort.

All the songs you mentioned have uniquely Louis contributions. The scratchy solos in “I Want to Write You a Song” reminds me of those nights on OTRA when the boys would perform even if they had a cold, shouting themselves hoarse. He does carry a lot of 1D choruses. His voice provides a unique contrast and “thickness” (as Harry said) to the 1D sound. He sings a lot of second verses because it’s the position in a pop song that needs special attention and interest. And of course, the iconic Louis solo at the end of “Something Great” gives meaning to the song title. The way his voice contrasts with Harry’s voice is a duo made in heaven– it has the beautiful contrast of two distinct textures, like “Leather and Lace” (the Stevie Nicks/ Don Henley song), but his harmonized chorus with Liam in “If I Could Fly” is also something incredibly beautiful.

And that’s not to mention his songwriting ability. We don’t talk much about “Love You Goodbye,” but Louis loves this song, and I really like it, too. It’s just a great pop song in the tradition of 1970’s pop ballads. And I like Louis’s solo, not just for the acrobatics of the octave leap, but also because he sings with the clipped vowels that reflect his Yorkshire accent. It adds personality to the song.

I’ve been involved in music most of my life, in performance and theory. I was a student in conservatory. I actually didn’t like One Direction’s music until Four, because of my bias against their boy band image, and because it was “too young” for me. I would hear “What Makes You Beautiful” on the radio and sneer at the transparent pandering to their demographic. The music video confirmed that bias.

Then I heard “Night Changes,” and I thought, no way is this One Direction. It sounded like an actual acoustic, folk-influenced ballad. The harmonies were a little bit bluesy and I loved that. And I really loved their voices, especially Harry’s and Zayn’s (though I couldn’t identify them at the time– I didn’t even know how many people were in the band). Then I heard “Fool’s Gold,” and I watched a “One Direction Funny Moments” video. The boys were different from what I expected. They weren’t “acting” cute. They were genuine and snarky and mischievous and uninhibited, and their voices were untrained but naturally beautiful. After I watched @freddieismyqueen’s videos on Larry Stylinson for two nights straight, until 2 AM each night, I thought, come on. There’s no way this is true. This is crazy. When I heard the song “Once in a Lifetime,” and the way Louis and Harry sang their verses, I thought, if Larry is true, it’s the most unbelievable, but also the most pure and beautiful love.

So I started evaluating evidence for myself, reading posts everywhere online. I followed the Occam’s Razor test of trying to fit evidence into the least convoluted explanation. I actually wasn’t convinced about Larry for ages. Then I sat at a One Direction concert and heard Harry sing, with my own ears, “And all his little things.” And RBB/SBB. What possible reason was there for all of the education about the history of closeted entertainers, and Stonewall, and the direct, unsubtle tie-ins with band members, particularly Harry and Louis?

But putting Larry aside, there’s no question in my mind that the Louis we see today has been through serious psychological trauma in the process of surviving One Direction’s contracts. Entertainment has notoriously open-ended legal arrangements that can take years to unwind– sometimes up to a decade. The fact is, we as fans can be impatient, but we don’t really know what’s going on, and the pace of resolution can be very, very slow. Just like the sale of majority shares of Syco to Sony– it took almost a year after the fact for the story to come out.

I love the passion of Louies. He really deserves the best fans. I don’t know about other people, but I will be here for as long as it takes, through all the smears, through all the falsehoods tabloids “report” about him. I know who he is. He has shown again and again who he is under duress. In the most challenging circumstances, he stands for those being bullied, he defends those who need to be defended, he is strong and kind, he puts himself in vulnerable positions to protect those he loves, and even those he doesn’t love– because of his ethics and courage.

Thank you for supporting him, anon. You picked a good person to love.

Okay, so can we talk about Yuuri and dancing? 

Because not only does he have a strong background in ballet thanks to Minako, but the GPF banquet showed us that he’s pretty much well-versed in all kinds of styles — tango, waltz, break dance, pole dance, etc. And I sincerely doubt that’s the end of what he can do. I’m sure he’s just all-around amazing at shaking what his mama gave him. 

Like, Yuuri was like 5 years old when boy and girl bands were becoming a thing (1997-ish) and their momentum definitely carried him into the first half of the noughties. He grew up listening to BSB, N*Sync, Britney Spears, and the like; he knows how to dance just like them — all swiveling hips and popping shoulders and bubblegum sex appeal. 

Except Yuuri is an intensely private person so he’s never allowed anyone to see what he can do; it’s far too embarrassing to even consider, all those strange eyes on him, judging him, laughing at him. So barring that one time at the GPF and the times that his mother or sister caught him around Yu-Topia, he dances when no one’s watching.

Buckle up, kids.

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Been thinking alot about how fandom really focuses on Sansa and ‘lying’. To me, it is very overstated and overfocused considering Sansa never lies with malicious intent to hurt people. Sure, how she shapes and interprets reality in A Game Of Thrones especially with the Trident Incident is important (where she falsely recalls Mycah hitting Joffrey) is important, but it’s not the be end all of the character. How Sansa grows and changes is also vital. Here, I’ll try to make clear that lying is not one of Sansa’s ‘flaws’, she is human and is not perfect but holding her lies against her doesn’t really work.

I don’t mind discussion about how lying impacts on Sansa, and the role in plays within her story- my problem is when people use that as a reason to be against her character.

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star-anise  asked:

Can you write something about Kent being "Par-who?" compared to JEFF FUCKING TROY in Alberta and loving it?

Going home for the summer was probably Jeff’s favorite part of the year. He loved hockey and he loved playing it, but it was nice to be home with the people he loved. Summer was glorious and hot and full of his favorite foods and hiking and, for the second year in a row, Kent Parson.

They were nearing Jeff’s parents’ home, driving by the gas station, when Kent leaned his head out the window. “Hey, Swoops! Look!” 

Jeff glanced at the black sign with its yellow slide in letters – WELCOME HOME CHRIS AND JEFF BETTER LUCK NEXT YEAR sign – and smiled. “They must not’ve known you were coming,” he said, “or I’m sure you’d be up there, too.”

“Whatever,” said Kent. “They haven’t got a reason to be proud of me like they do for you.” He grinned. “Jeff Troy.”

Jeff ruffled Kent’s hair. “Shut it.”

It was weird, going places with Kent and not having everyone talk to Kent first. Jeff found himself signing autographs alone on more than one occasion, with Kent kind of hanging back behind him, just smiling and smiling. 

“I don’t know why they’re asking me,” Jeff said, after he’d signed a grandmother’s bag, “when you’re right here.”

Kent bumped Jeff with his shoulder. “C’mon, man. Yes you do.” He pushed ahead of Jeff, heading for the next aisle. “You’re the one.”

Jeff laughed. “I’m not,” he said.

“Yes, you are.” Kent paused. “You want this macaroni and cheese?” He held up the box, wiggling it.

“Nah,” said Jeff, “but you do, so put it in the basket.”

It just kept happening. Jeff had expected for people to notice Kent Parson everywhere they went, and while people did notice him, they always noticed Jeff first. Usually, people noticed Christopher first – at least they used to. But Kent didn’t seem to mind at all, and if Jeff didn’t know better, he’d think that it actually made Kent happier to be noticed second. Like a sidekick.

After their visit to the dinosaur museum, Jeff caught Kent in the kitchen, telling the story to Jeff’s mom.

“And those kids were so excited, Mrs. Troy, you should’ve seen them,” Kent said. His voice was warm. “It was like they were meeting Superman! I mean, I’ve seen some excited kids before but these ones were something else.”

“I’m glad you boys went out there,” she said. “I’m sure it meant a lot to them.”

“Jeff signed something for every single one of them,” said Kent. 

Jeff’s mother smiled, glancing up to see him standing in the doorway. “He’s a good boy,” she said.

“The best, probably,” said Kent.

for more of Jeff & Kent in Alberta, you can check out AO3!

Dealing with religious acquaintances as an atheist.

Some of y'all know I periodically get this bug up my ass to write something to help atheists become less obnoxious people and this topic came up in a Facebook group I belong to.

I don’t think the person who posted is an atheist, but the topic itself got me thinking of all the atheists I know and how they’d react.  A lot of them would be rude and there’s just no need for that.  For every annoying Christian out here trying to save the souls of the nonbelievers, there’s an equally annoying atheist who just can’t help reminding everyone they don’t believe in god or, worse, that they’re smarter for not believing in god.  If someone says “God bless you” and your first response is “God isn’t real,” that makes you an asshole atheist.

In an office setting, talking about your religion all the time is unprofessional and I highly doubt a Muslim in the same situation would be afforded the same leeway at work.  It should be pretty easy to scoot out of the conversation without offending anyone though.  Say something positive and then nicely decline, all with a smile and a pleasant demeanor.

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m content in my spirituality.”
“No thanks, but I’ll let you know if I ever decide to look into your faith.”
“That’s nice of you, but I’ve actually been an atheist for quite some time.”

The last one sometimes results in a “Well I’ll pray for you,” which is fine with me.  Pray your heart out, girl.  I’m lo-key offended if you’re deeply religious and you’re *not* praying for my soul because that would mean you don’t think I’m worth saving in your worldview.  You praying for me does not decrease my quality of life in any way but it gives you peace of mind, and that’s how I interact with religious people.  If what you’re doing doesn’t bother me but it makes you feel better, then please keep doing it.  That’s a net gain of positivity and I’m about making the world better on all fronts.

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devilishgaze  asked:

You mentioned that Yana has a person who helps her making her story historically accurate, right? Well, one of my friends who hates the series has said a few things I want you to clear it up if you can: • in the Green Witch Arc, that tank or whatever didn’t exist back then? • It was mustard gas or something that was used to hurt Sebastian and Ciel in the Green Witch Arc, right? apparently that didn’t exist then either • They didn’t have pistols like Mey-Rin used in Book of Circus

Ahh yes, her name is Ri/ko Mu/ra/ka/mi! I think I once described her job as “checking the historical accuracy of Yana’s works” or something like that in one of my translations (because that’s what a “時代考証” usually does), but now that I think about it, the word “history advisor” might be more accurate in her case! She mainly helps Yana with historical research (collecting data about Victorian England) and provides her with some ideas (e.g. the infamous cricket games):

She also checks the historical accuracy of Kuro to some extent but the thing is that Kuro isn’t and never was a 100% historical manga, but a fantasy manga set in Victorian England AU with demons, shinigamis, TVs, mobile phones, video games (if you’ve forgotten that these things exist in Kuro-verse, then I recommend you to reread vol.1-5), Chanel agenda, Cartier Pasha wrist watch, and full of other anachronisms and parodies (boy bands *cough*).

In one of her old blog posts, she once said:

“[…] From this boarding school arc, Miss Ri/ko Mu/ra/ka/mi who participated in the anime production also joined our [manga] team as our ‘history advisor’. I had her do research on boarding schools (there were barely any material available in Japan) and tell me about them (^o^)
However, everytime [she told me some details about boarding schools] I asked her “I’m sorry, I get that that’s the actual historical event, but do you think I can arrange it [in Kuro-style]?” and thus caused her trouble with my usual nonsense. […]”

So it’s just Yana’s habit style to use historical events & characters (e.g. Jack the Ripper, Campania/Titanic, Arthur Conan Doyle, cricket games, etc) and arrange them in Kuroshitsuji-style! :D

And as for the tank and the mustard gas in the GW arc, that was the whole point of the arc! xD The thing is that *in Kuro-verse* (again, it’s an AU) Germany had *secretly* invented all these weapons way before they were first introduced in actual history (WW1), but they were ALL destroyed by Sebastian. So Germany now needs to recreate them from scratch which will probably take them few years if not decades. So in other words, Sebastian & our Ciel kinda managed to change the course of history (and thus maybe even prevented or at least delayed an outbreak of a potential war)!

Tl;dr: Most anachronisms in Kuro are on purpose and that’s what makes the Kuro-verse so unique and interesting!! :D

Hey ToppKlass, have you seen/heard Get out of my way?

Because I hadn’t and I guess most of the fandom haven’t either because the only legit MV available is on an unofficial Youtube channel and has only 6,500 veiws.  

Why am I drawing attention to a random song that seems to have been swept under the rug by Stardom/HunusEnt?
Because it messed me up. It messed me up so bad I considered adding a trigger warning to this post.

How could these adorable dorks leave me sobbing in the fetal position?
Well, this song is an OST for a webcomic called Dokgo. 
It’s about a guy who’s twin brother is beaten to death by bullies. While rushing to the hospital, his father was hit by a car and died on impact. 3 months later, his mother disappeared and presumably committed suicide. 
Since they left their victim to die rather then witness his actual death, the bullies didn’t know that he died so the main character decides to take advantage of that fact and seek revenge under the guise of his dead twin.


Yup… It’s as horrific as it sounds and ToppDogg actually recorded a song for it. 

Here’s the thing though, I can’t find any information regarding this song! I don’t know who wrote and produced it and I can’t confirm everyone that recorded it. 
All 4 rappers feature in it and their verses definetly match their individual creative vibes which leads me to believe that at least those sections were written by the boys. 

‘Without flapping my wings even once
My dreams are crumbling down
I breathed so hard and ran
But now I can’t breathe anymore’

The chorus definetly features Gohn and Sangdo but I’m not sure about Hojoon. I THINK I recognize his voice in some places. 

‘Will you get out of the way?
Until I close my eyes
I can’t wake up from this pain, this nightmare
I’ll be lost in it forever’

The vocals… I don’t even know where begin. 
The rappers sounded incredible with such a deep sorrow behind every word like they were the main character themselves. Expressing sorrow, apathy and anger like it was a second language…
Even A-Tom whose tone is usually sassy and confident perfectly embodied the deep, emotional lyrics. Yano though… I thought Monster was his career highlight but this blows that out of the water. 

‘My heart has holes from the judging eyes
I tried to fix it with a tense battle
But now it doesn’t matter, I’m going my own way
I’m on my own and I’ll break down all the walls in front of me’

Gohn and Sangdo… The amount of emotion in their voices literally brought me to tears. I can’t even think of the words to describe how incredible they sound together during the chorus. Towards the end Gohn hits a high note that will send shivers down your spine. 
The only words I can think to describe their duet is devastatingly beautiful. 

‘I wanna protect the promises that I have to protect
These tears that can’t stop
This sadness will be my last’

I want to go into more detail about this song but I can’t. I can’t turn my emotions into words..I don’t know if it’s because of my own history of being bullied, my depression or my unceasing feeling of helplessness but I resonate with this song on a deep, emotional level. 
These lyrics have been burned into my mind and as much as they hurt, I don’t regret seeking them out. In fact, I want as many people as possible to hear this song and read these lyrics.
I want people to know who these boys truly are. What they’re truly capable of. This song is a masterpiece and I can’t stand seeing it fade into obscurity. 

The main MV is a semi animated version of the webcomic and it is absolutely beautiful but there are no captions. However, I highly suggest you listen too the song without understanding it first. 

Here is a version with perfect Han/Rom/Eng subtitles. 

Please remember that this song basically revolves around depression and suicide. If you’re currently in a bad place, bookmark the MV and comeback to it when you’re in a better mindset. 

Our boys truly are incredible.

anonymous asked:

Do you know if there is any meta about the time stamps from 12x12 like bible verses or something? Or were they rather picked to show how much time every event has taken?

Hi! I haven’t seen any myself. 

So I guess, here is my interpretation :) This episode (12x12) was a Cas - focused episode so it’s no surprise that the episodes that they relate to seem to reveal something about Cas or Dean in relation to Cas…

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

1. Timestamp 5:20 PM: The diner scene. Cas/Dean subtext. Wally and Mary lead the boys to the case, to Ramiel. Mary says they’ll be fine, but Wally dies and Cas is gravely injured. 

Episode 5x20:

Crowley leads the boys to the 4 horsemen. Brady reveals that he is the one who killed Jess, the love of Sam’s life.


Originally posted by amal-albuloshia

2. Timestamp 9:05 AM: Mary’s discussion with Sam. Mary learns that Wally is dead, knowing that her deception led to this. Mary doesn’t tell Sam the truth.

Episode 9x05: Dean nearly learns something important from the Colonel but a break down in communication stops it. He doesn’t learn the truth.


3. Timestamp 10x07 AM: “Mother Mary” - Mary’s cover up re: telling the boys that Wally was the one to bring them the case is revealed. 

Episode 10x07: Dean’s exaggerated (to Sam) sexual encounter is scuppered and proved to be ‘false’ as a dark, sex working horror story. Meanwhile Cas is portrayed in a possibly sexual light and rejects Hannah while insisting that Dean is the most important thing to him.


Originally posted by jaredsnuggles

4. Timestamp 8:23 PM: Mary is revealed to have been lying. Mary explains why she did it: “Since when is life about getting what you want?”.  Dean reveals the reason why he didn’t want to work with the MoL is because they tried to kill Sam. Cas reminds us of his time as Human “urination, I understand” and his trust in others, was easily deceived by Mary.

Episode 8x23:

The climax of the toxic codependency. Dean puts Sam above saving the world. This is their climactic “bad moment”, revealing that putting each other before the world is not what is healthy or good for them or the world. Cas was deceived by Metatron and ended up Human.


Originally posted by devoiddean

5. Timestamp 9:03 PM: Cas has been stabbed and is dying.

Episode 9x03: Cas gets stabbed and dies. Dean tells him to “never do that again”…


Originally posted by frozen-delight

6. Timestamp 9:07 PM: Dean threatens Crowley to help them save Cas or leave. Crowley tries to talk Ramiel out of killing the four. He puts himself in danger to save the Winchesters.

Episode 9x07: Dean gives up his own life for Sammy. He also puts Sammy before his love interest at the time.


Originally posted by clvirenovak

7. Timestamp 9:12 PM: Cas tells Sam, Dean, and Mary that he’s not going to live, that he loves them all, and he wants them to leave for their own good. The Winchesters refuse and Sam says that they are fighting for him. Cas reminds them of the things they’ve shared, that changed him, how Human he has become. Mary is the one who has led Cas to this point, because she doesn’t believe in the grey area of coexistence between monsters and humans. Found family and friends are the focus. Crowley saves the day (and my personal POV is that he does so due to a kind of love for Dean, given that he says “you’re welcome” directly to him and I believe in Crowley and Dean’s summer of love and complicated feelings from Crowley thereafter).

Episode 9x12: Garth is no longer Human, but he still is capable of love and loves his wife so much that he starts to turn when she is threatened, his protective streak is clear. His wife’s family (mother in law) is the real monster that caused the deaths because she didn’t believe in a grey area of coexistence between monsters and humans, meanwhile love saved the day. Garth’s father in law is described as “holding onto his Humanity” and therefore being “good”. Found family and friends win.

Dean “who cares where happiness comes from… even though they’re (not Human), don’t let that go, you’ll never forgive yourself”.

So yeah, I think there are plenty of links between these timestamps and the episodes that they allude to (and to be honest I got a bit sidetracked by work for my job so I perhaps haven’t noted down all the most important points where they relate, please feel free anyone to add!), also notice how none of these happen to be after the 23 of the hour… hmmm. I don’t think its such a coincidence, even if some of the points aren’t as clear as others, a lot of the episodes that are alluded to here reveal some real insight into Cas himself and Dean in relation to Cas at this point in 12x12…

Singing

Warnings: G notes mentioned, emos screaming in the distance
Pairing: Prinxiety - Romantic or platonic
Prompt: https://youtu.be/5GN5k6voEQw
Songs: Duality by Set It Off, you losers all know Welcome to The Black Parade


It was well known to everyone that Roman was an exquisite singer.

As was Patton, surprisingly. And while Logan wasn’t a singer, he could rap better than anyone.

Virgil was good at art, they knew. They just assumed that was his “talent”. While everyone else had a vocal talent, Virgil was talented with paints and pencils.

He made gorgeous art of the other Sides, making them look realistic yet somehow with a stylistic spin on them that made Virgil’s art unique.

He had multiple sketchbooks, most of them full of doodles of animals or the other Sides, that were open to be taken and looked at. Virgil didn’t mind sharing his artwork with the others. Thomas was pretty surprised when he summoned Virgil one time and found him doodling on paper, and instantly the other Sides were all over him and bombarding him with questions on what he was drawing.

There was one book Virgil never let anyone touch, though.

It was a hardcover book, and it had music notes decorating the covers. The Sides just assumed it was a sketchbook themed on music and bands, but in reality, it was Virgil’s songwriting book.

He could sing with a heavenly voice; it sounded like the angels singing in a beautiful choir.

Virgil wasn’t better than Roman (hell, no one could sing better than Roman, especially when it came to Disney songs), but he could sing a hell of a lot better than anyone else. Though while Roman sang well in higher tones, Virgil could sing deep bass tones. Virgil sang the darker songs, that usually contained heavy bass or just a low tone of voice, and obviously, Roman was the complete opposite.

Virgil disliked this about himself, though. He disliked having two talents while the others seemed to have one.

Well, some of the others.

Logan had a secret talent for writing, but only he knew that.

He felt that he would be pushed away for having more than one talent. And while it felt great to know he shared something in common with them all, he didn’t want to be pushed away because “Oh, everyone could sing, you’re nothing special, Virgil.”

It genuinely hurt him to think that they would push him away like that, especially after they’d gotten so close lately.

So Virgil hid his singing from them. He hid the fact that he could play guitar, piano, and violin. (What? He doesn’t just sulk all day when he sits in his room 24/7. He has hobbies.)

He hid the fact that he wrote music, and songs, and poems. He hid the fact he could do anything other than draw.

And being able to express the fact that he could draw was great, too, honestly. If he was feeling particularly bad or didn’t want to talk, he could draw to express his emotions and get the Sides to understand how to deal with these moods that way.

But he wanted to express himself freely, every single way he could. He wanted to be able to just sing without worrying of judgement.

But.. he was Anxiety, right? So that was.. impossible.

Every time he felt even a sliver of courage enter him, genuinely contemplating just walking right out in the commons and breaking out in song, it died within seconds due to the cold claws of anxiety clutching at his heart and his lungs, convincing him that no, you cannot do that. They will hate you. Don’t ever do that.

But he wanted to. Oh, he wanted to get over this fear of his. He knew it was silly and nonsensical, but he couldn’t help it. He was Anxiety, and that fact would never change. He was the very embodiment of fear and reluctance. He didn’t think it was possible for him to actually get over that without severe repercussions.

But what if it was unintentional? What if.. he didn’t mean to let them know he could sing? Perhaps, that’s what he could do. Unintentionally let them know of this talent.

But that was impossible. He couldn’t plan out a perfect scheme, and then unintentionally do it.

Or, so he thought.

He had the idea of telling them in his mind for a long time. Perhaps during a Disney movie; Moana, maybe. He’ll join Roman in a duet of “Where You Are” and that’s when all is revealed.

Maybe he’ll just “accidentally” drop his songbook on the floor, and go to his room, and wait for them to confront him. (As much as Roman would try to deny it, he wouldn’t be able to resist peeking at a book that Virgil kept secret).

Or maybe, he’ll just have his headphones in and sing along to his music out loud, where the others were.

But it ended up being none of the above.

Roman, Patton, and Logan were all with Thomas, Joan, and Talyn. They were all playing games, telling bad puns, and having fun.

Virgil chose to stay behind.

Yes, he was invited. He didn’t feel ‘left out’ because he knew he got an invitation, and at any time, he was allowed to spontaneously join them at random.

But he felt like singing.

So, standing in the commons, with his headphones in, Virgil sat on the couch, turned on the television just so he didn’t feel totally alone, and started playing 'Welcome to The Black Parade’.

Virgil shut his eyes, just enjoying the first verse for a bit, before restarting the song to sing along with it, unknowing of the fact he had just been summoned to Thomas’ living room; too caught up in the music to notice the tugging feeling in his stomach as he was pulled from the mind palace.

“When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band.”

Virgil was entirely unaware of his brand new audience, who were utterly stunned to see that, not only did Virgil look peaceful and happy, caught up in his music, but his voice was gorgeous, and he could sing? Since when was that a thing?

“He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?”“

Virgil felt eyes on him and so he opened his own, immediately yelping a bit in surprise, not realizing he actually had an audience listening to him, his cheeks reddening as he ripped off his headphones and turned off his music, chewing on the inside of his cheek anxiously.

"Wh-What did you guys want?” He stuttered, trying to will the blush away from his face.

“Virgil, that was.. astounding,” Logan stated first, being the first to break out of his shocked state.

“I agree! That was so cool! I didn’t know you could sing, too!” Thomas gushed, a smile coming to his face.

“I didn’t know you sang so amazing, Virge! You’re so amazing at it!” Patton squealed, squishing his cheeks together in awe.

“You have such a lovely voice, Virgil, I’m surprised!” Roman said last, smiling at the blushing Side. “I didn’t think you could sing, to be honest.”

“Yeah, well..” Virgil mumbled awkwardly, “.. Surprise?”

“Can you sing something for us, Virgil?” Patton asked excitedly, “Please? Pretty pretty please?”

“I don’t know any other songs except for those "PG-13” ones you guys complain about,“ Virgil grumbled softly, self-consciously tugging at his jacket sleeve. He wasn’t used to having all the attention; usually, Roman stole the spotlight and kept it that way.

"That’s fine! Come on, sing just a little something for us, Virge!” Thomas urged, all of them sitting in an eager way, like children awaiting a show. Except for Logan, of course. Sophisticated as ever.

“Well.. fine,” Virgil sighed. He supposed this is what he’d been asking for.

I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane;
All I can say, is this is your warning..

He hesitantly started, biting his lip a bit, but got nothing but encouraging looks from his little 'crowd’.

I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane;
All I can say, is this is your warning; Duality-

His breath hitched a bit due to nervousness, but he was quick to suppress it. He had to get confidence. He knew he could sing well. He wasn’t gonna screw up at all. He was fine.

I have a confession that you will not believe;
That you could not perceive this freak, gonna set it off-
I have a confession, of a side that I hide,
It’s a cloak or disguise unleashed, gonna get it off,

Gradually, Virgil gained confidence, and his voice got steadier, expressing how confident he was beginning to feel. He got louder, not anxiously hushed.

No, I’ll never get away,
'Cause if I try to stray,
It only holds me closer.
No, I’ll never get away,
I love it anyway,
I’ll never stop.

His voice was steady and smooth like honey, and the Sides (and Thomas, Joan, and Talyn) noted how his tone of voice was deeper than all the others’.

I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane.
All I can say, is this is your warning.
I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane;
All I can say, is this is your warning; Duality!

Virgil’s voice began to take a different turn.

It was like there were two voices singing together in harmony. It made his singing sound even more entrancing. Was Virgil really hiding this talent from them this whole time?

I have an impression, in the back of my mind,
For the black in my tie, contains all your dirty thoughts.
Make me an obsession, when you lock me inside,
For the ride of your life unleashed, gonna get it off.
”  

Virgil felt a swell of pride. He was so.. proud of himself, so happy that he could manage to do this. He loved it, he loved this feeling. Maybe he should sing more often.

No, can’t count the list of things,
I know are wrong with me,
No need to justify them.
No, I’ll never take the blame,
So I’ll just stay the same,
I’ll never stop-

This song really fit Virgil, Roman realized with a fond smile as he sat, entranced by Virgil’s voice, like everyone else.

I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane.
All I can say, is this is your warning.
I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane;
All I can say, is this is your warning; Duality!

As the chorus rolled around again, Virgil felt something inside burst, and his voice got even lower. He was getting into the song, which was unusual since he’d never really expected for that to happen when around the others.

I am good, I am evil.
I am solace, I am chaos.
I am human, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

As Virgil’s voice dropped, the Sides collectively shivered. Virgil had such talent. Roman was swooning.

No, can’t count the list of things,
I know are wrong with me,
No need to justify them.
No, I’ll never get away,
I love it anyway,
I’ll never stop.

Was it possible to listen to one sing for hours on end without stopping? Maybe. Virgil would probably get a sore throat, though.

I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane.
All I can say, is this is your warning.
I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways,
Or explain why I’m not sane;
All I can say, is this is your warning; Duality.

As Virgil finished the song, he carefully opened his eyes, taking in their expressions, since he’d had them closed the whole time. Why? He really didn’t know. Perhaps it was the fear of how they’d react. That seems the most.. logical answer.

Gah, now he was starting to sound like Logan.

“I-Ah.. I’m sorry, I got carried away, I didn’t mean to sing so much, I was only gonna go up to the chorus..”

“Don’t apologize; that was magnificent! I have no words for how stunning your voice is, Virgil!” Roman reassured with a large smile, and Virgil’s lips twitched, trying to hide his grin.

“Would it.. be a bad time to say I can also write and compose songs, play some instruments, and make poems?”

Perhaps he was just bragging, but he really didn’t get that often, and it felt good.

Besides, he wouldn’t mind playing a little piano for the Sides.

Maybe breaking out the old g note was a good plan.

A Wise Queen

Hi! Can you do one where T'Challa finds out one of his servants has been making sexual advances toward his wife (the reader) and he gets SUPER MAD and elects to have him executed until his wife calms him down convinces him to let him live?

@cupcakequeen1999

You were walking through the halls of your home. You didn’t particularly like being followed around everywhere so you often elected to move through your home without guards. T’Challa wasn’t exactly fond of the idea but your home was safe enough that it caused him no great grief. As you passed a young man in your home. His face was familiar, he often waited the dinner table or followed T’Challa when asked. He bowed as you passed and you nodded in response. However instead of simply letting you pass he began to follow you. You were rarely followed by the men in the house. The Dora Milaje or your hand maidens usually accompanied you, if you were to be accompanied at all. You glanced at him curiously, then warily as you found his gaze low on your body.

“Why are you following me?” You demanded, turning around sharply. You were not as well versed in fighting as your husband but you were  a strong woman in your own right.

“I was worried about my Queen traveling on her own.”

“I am fine, thank you,” you assured turning back around, expecting him to leave you alone. However he sped up to walk at your side.

“You are alone quite often, my queen. I worry that you may be lonely.”

You looked at him, confused by his assertion. Sure T’Challa had been away dealing with the Americans and their petty squabbles, and perhaps you were lonely but you could not imagine what that had to do with this boy following you. T’Challa would be home tomorrow anyway.

“Perhaps a cold bed is daunting and unwelcome.”

You suddenly understood, “Are you presenting yourself to me?” you questioned more astonished than anything. What person in their right mind would even begin to suggest such a thing to you?

“I would be a satisfying companion I assure. To me, I find it unfair that our King leaves you here to your lonesome,” he was moving closer to you, and instinctively you moved back until your back hit the wall. The man was bigger than you, and his hand encircled your wrists in one quick movement. You stomach sank into your feet.

“Let go of me,” you growled, trying to snatch away. He held fast, pressing himself against you harder. Without a second thought you called out, knowing that despite the fact that you were not followed by the guards, they were around and near. At the sound of your call you heard approaching foot steps. The servant let you go roughly, pushing you hard against the wall as he tried to run. You hit your head on the wall hard. The Dora Milaje easily caught the man and delivered him to prison. You were taking to be looked over by doctors.

When T’Challa returned it was abundantly clear that he had already been informed about the incident. He hurried to you, cradling your face in his hands. His eyes searched frantically over your face, then the rest of your body.

“I’m alright,” you assured gently, touching his hand to soothe his panic. He kissed you hard, like he had feared the worst of you.

“You must keep the Dora Milaje with you at all time,” he spoke fervently.

“I will not. I think it is fine that they are about our home. They reacted immediately to my call, and I was not harmed.” you disagreed calmly.

He gave you a look that easily showed how unimpressed he was with your disagreement. You set your jaw in a stubborn pout and crossed your arms over your chest. You were not going to let him make you a prisoner for your safety.

“T’Challa, you will not make a prisoner of me.”

“Fine,” he sighed pulling you into a hug, “I’ll have that disgusting degenerate killed for laying a hand on you.” he promised.

“T’Challa that does not comfort me.” you informed pulling away to look at him, “he deserves proper judgement. That means due process.”

“But he- How can I allow a man who laid a hand on my queen to breathe for even a moment longer. He has stolen air from the decent for much too long.”

“You are a King first, my love. You must be steadfast and unshakable. Remember that even those of questionable morals are citizens of Wakanda. They are the sons and daughters of your land and you must treat them as such, no matter what. To have him executed would be to show weakness, and to let him pull a primitive response out of you. You are better than that.”

He let out a defeated breath and nodded, “I have always wondered why my father liked you so much. You speak great wisdom, he was right about you.”

“You chose me, and that must give some merit to your own wisdom,” you grinned.

He kissed you again and gathered you up in his arms, he did not speak or move for a while. T’Challa simply breathed in your sent, and relished in your warmth, grateful that you were still with him, and unharmed.

~Mod Lillian