we deserved more of this hotness

Anti Latinx Racism Is...

• Assuming all Latinxs are from the same/said country

• Assuming all Latinxs know Spanish

• Assuming all Latinxs should know Spanish

• Thinking issues Latinxs face are secondary to issues other marginalized groups face.

• Telling us to go back “where we came from”

• Thinking a Latinx is only respectable if they have a “high profile career” such as being a doctor, lawyer, etc

• Thinking all Latinxs look the same- we come in many different colors from all around the world

• Telling us we have to assimilate

• Trying to speak Spanish to us, thinking we all know it

• Thinking we all listen to Spanish speaking artists

• Blending in our cultures together. Latinxs come from many different cultures and all of them are unique and respectable

• Asking us to cook for you / assuming all we eat is Chipotle and Taco Bell shit

• Saying we’re “the best in bed” or “the best cooks” - that is FETISHIZATION. We will not appreciate or tolerate it.

• Calling us “spicy”, “caliente”, “fuego”, “mami” or whatever dumbass word you can think of. That is also fetishization.

• Making jokes about Trump’s dumb fucking wall

• Thinking Black Latinxs are less valid than non Black Latinxs. That’s also anti black racism which is also disgusting.

• Telling us we are not “Latinx enough” because of our skin color / ability to speak Spanish

• Thinking we all dance salsa, bachata, merengue… like seriously?

• Thinking all Latinxs know each other. No, I don’t know “Maria” from your job.

• Thinking only white people can be prejudiced against us

• Eating our food, listening to our music, using our fashion but blatantly disrespecting Latinxs. This one is pretty obvious and very common.

• Prioritizing documented Latinxs over undocumented Latinxs

• Thinking we all are teen parents. That’s ignorant and guess what? We’re not. Even if a Latinx is/was a teen parent, they’re still deserving of the utmost respect.

• Thinking every Latinx is “illegal”

• Thinking Latinxs owe you shit

• Calling us stereotypical names such as “Maria”, “Juan”, “Rosa”, “Diego”, “Jorge”, “Juanita”, “Alejandro”.. etc.. we have any name and our names, whether Spanish or not, are not for you to joke about. Shut the fuck up and go along with Richard Spencer and be a trash bag far away from us.

• Thinking we need to have a last name that is Spanish

• Derailing us when we try to talk about the issues we face. BIG ONE. Shut the hell up and listen to us for fucking once.

• Thinking we’re all criminals.. honest to god…

• Disrespecting Cinco De Mayo, Dia De Los Muertos, or any other Latinx holiday. If it’s not from your culture, either respect it or shut the fuck up.

• Disrespecting our culture.. duh!

• Calling us “Spanish”.. guess what, you dumb fuck? Spanish people are FROM SPAIN. Spanish people are also not Latinx. It’s not that hard. That’s like saying all white people are German or all Asian people are Chinese. That’s so fucking stupid. You are an idiot if you do this.

• “You don’t look Spanish / Latinx”

• Again, telling us the issues we face are secondary / invalid

• Using Latinx slurs.. if this wasn’t obvious..

• Calling us all “chola” or whatever.. you’re also very ignorant if you do this

• Telling us to calm down if we get angry.. we have a right to be angry just like everyone else on this damn planet

• Assuming we listen to a Spanish speaking music artist… like… ???

• Refusing to recognize the racism Latinxs face

• Thinking we should be glad to be fetishized. No fucking way, I will not be glad someone sees me as less than human and equates me basically to a sex toy.

• Thinking we haven’t face any problems.. we do. We do. Oh hell we do. Just because they’re not addressed in the media does not mean we don’t.

• Making jokes about calling immigration on us. It’s funny how I’ve seen Non Latinx POC do this more than white people.

• Thinking all Latinxs come from Spanish speaking countries… no…

• Thinking we’re all maids, janitors, fast food workers, nannies, etc… first of all, those are honorable jobs. Secondly, so fucking what if we were? You’re not better than people with those occupations. Thirdly, we have so many occupations- each and every one of them deserving of respect.

• Thinking we have to chose between our culture and westernized culture. We don’t.

• Saying stupid shit like “hot like Mexico”.. really? Are you serious?

• Only respecting Latinxs that look a certain way

• Making Anti Latinx jokes.. this is obvious

• Thinking you can appropriate our language and culture. There’s Spanish from Spain and then there’s Latinx slang. You cannot use our slang and then disrespect us which you all do tbh.

Other Latinxs feel free to add in because I obviously missed so much.

heather fuckin chandler

lemme tell u something about heather chandler

heather was rude and bitchy and a total bully with inexcusable actions but tbh????? she deserves so much more than life gave her

heather chandler had one real friend

veronica hated her and heather duke hated her

heather mcnamara however is the only one that even remotely liked her as far as we can tell

she called heather chandler her best friend, and after giving martha that note, she went back over to the heathers and actually hugged onto heather chandler’s arm (which was insanely cute btw i love it)

everyone else in the school thought she was hot but none of them liked her

and the sad part about it??? i’m pretty sure heather at least somewhat cared for her friends

she had pictures of her and veronica in a photobooth in her locker along with other pictures of her and her friends

i mean, she really did like veronica too

she brought veronica to a college party instead of her other friends, she gets pissed off when veronica talks to other people (ESPECIALLY jd oh god she gets so mad), and according to veronica, heather calls her late at night just to babble and talk about literally whatever

she confides in veronica, she likes her, and chansaw is rEAL just very one sided and repressed

and do u think i’m done bc i’m NOT

tw mentions of rape and sexual abuse below

i noticed something v upsetting while watching the movie about heather at the party

there was a short scene of heather making out with one of the college guys at the party but she pulls away and says she just wants to get back to the party, which he responds with that they will, but she just looks so hot tonight and he can’t help himself

and here’s where it hit me in the feels HARD

heather’s expression after he says those words

she seems uncomfortable, a bit nervous, and it becomes clear that she doesn’t want to

and the fact that it’s not something she wants to do really stands out when the college guy’s hand moves to her upper back and he actually has to move her downwards

shortly afterwards, there’s a very short clip where she stares at herself in the mirror, drinking a glass of water, and then she suddenly spits out all the water over her reflection with this look of disgust, looking at herself the entire time

now i think this scene is overlooked for a specific reason, and that reason is the other girls in the movie

when ram is kissing heather mcnamara, she is very clearly struggling and pushing at him and fighting

when jd kisses veronica when she tries to leave him, she fights him and pushes and escapes

but heather chandler doesn’t fight

she doesn’t say a word, she doesn’t try to leave, she doesn’t fight him at all

here’s the thing about that

heather chandler is a very sensible person who can tell when something isn’t right

we see this when she claims jd should be put in prison for bringing a gun to school because he’s clearly dangerous, while her friends don’t think it’s a big deal

when jd hands her the cup, she immediately assumes that because of what happened last night, veronica did something to the cup to prank her and at first refuses to drink it

she’s smart, she’s clever, and she knows what’s going on

and because she knows these things, i think she’d also know that there are some men who don’t take kindly to a girl saying no

think carefully

they were alone in a room, and if she happened to refuse and he got violent and hurt her, nobody would see or hear it happen

she knows this and knows that for her own safety, it’s better to go along with it, get it over with, and go back to the party

this is all entirely speculation and i’m just going off of little details here but quite honestly, it makes sense to me 

tldr: she was a bitch, but heather chandler honestly needs a protection squad and deserved so much better and i just have a lot of emotions about her

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, please share more of your thoughts about Star Wars 2018? Thank you. I really like your way of thinking about movies! (Sorry my English is weird.)

The upcoming Han Solo movie is unnecessary, and nearly every choice they’ve made so far (both in casting and conception) has been boring and/or unpleasant. So here we go:

First of all, how DARE Disney think that they can play God and somehow recreate 1980s Harrison Ford? how dare they think they can just cast some white boy with brown hair, slap a leather jacket on him, and that’ll do the trick?? do they not understand, do they not comprehend, how lucky lucas films was the first time they found Harrison on a fucking construction lot and sent him to London?? Do they NOT KNOW that they have taken on an IMPOSSIBLE TASK, one that they clearly have already failed at??? I’m aghast. Whoever made this choice at Disney……..shame on you

2) The first time Emilia Clarke gives a prolonged, nose flaring glare and then erupts into some kind of speech about how competent she is, I’m going to LAUGH, i’m going to CRACK UP and i’m not going to stop laughing until I get out of the theater and go home and find something to punch for 20 to 30 minutes

3) WHO ASKED FOR THIS ANYWAY?? remember what a douchebag han is for the first couple of scenes of a new hope? how much he needed to be balanced out by Actual Angel Luke Skywalker to even be palatable? who wants a whole movie of this? who needs two hours of him stealing and presumably flirting with actual piece of cardboard emilia clarke?????

4) A Leia Organa movie should have come first because it would have actually been interesting and here’s Billie Lourd, totally ready to take that role and more or less the right age, it’s foul that they didn’t sweep up this chance when they had it

5) have I mentioned it’s All Men + Emilia ‘I have exactly 2 facial expressions and that’s it don’t ask for more’ Clarke?

6) Harrison Ford deserves better

7) His legacy of being really fucking hot deserves better

8) Every girl who grew up having sex dreams about Han Solo deserves better

9) Carrie Fisher, who actually got to tap that ass, deserves better

10) WE ALL DESERVE BETTER

Day Eighty-Six

-A woman knocked over a stack of brochures at the register. She attempted to fix it, but instead simply knocked it over to the other side. Thankfully, it is the thought that counts, so she and I can remain best friends.

-A wide-eyed man with wild hair and a two-pronged beard walked through the store looking like a cartoon depiction of Satan sticking a fork into a power outlet.

-I told a woman to have a good day, to which she angrily said, “Okay!” I nearly followed her to apologize and let her know that I will not force her to do anything against her will.

-An elderly man threw a twenty-dollar bill at my face. The next man handed me his cash as meekly as one could. I appreciate his existence and his natural drive to balance things out.

-I asked a woman how she was. She replied, “Forty dollars,” and pushed a gift card at me. She has been one of my more affable guests today.

-While I was stocking candy, a woman approached my lane. Once I got back to the register, the woman looked me in the eye, and left for the adjacent cashier.

-I was angrily called “Dora” after an elderly woman had a coupon denied. I have no follow-up commentary for this as I still have not entirely processed it myself.

-A woman announced, to nobody in particular, that she deserved a free pizza. I agree with you, ma'am, and I will stand by you until we all get the free pizzas we deserve.

-I was handed a box of tampons. Upon picking them up, I found the box to be unnaturally warm, almost hot to the touch. The only thing burning with more intensity than the box were the questions it left me with.

-A young mother found that she had perfect change. Her children gave her a standing ovation with neither hesitation nor prompting. I am unsettled at the lack of credits rolling after this, as I had been certain that this level of familial support did not exist outside of cheesy sitcoms.

Hot Mai Screencaps from episodes 87-92! 

And let me just take this opportunity to point out

that not only is Mai really fuckin gorgeous

and really fun and sassy and snarky

but she’s also a formidable duelist

and a real, vulnerable character

she’s been through so much shit before we meet her

and we watch her go through SO MUCH MORE and keep fighting

so she deserves to be taken seriously, as a character and as a duelist

and perhaps more importantly, she deserves a fucking break!

stood up

inspired by @jilys and @alrightpotter and everyone else who has made lovely group chat aus

this is one inspired by the prompt “i got stood up and you sat down and started talking to me who are you”


Lily Evans to Marlene McKinnon: what would u say if i broke ur heels

Marlene McKinnon: i would murder u w. Out thinkng abt it

Lily Evans: ….

Lily Evans: i broke ur heels

Lily Evans: marlene

Marlene McKinnon: blocked

*

Dorcas Meadows to diagnose me dr lily: lily

Dorcas Meadows: i have a rash on my arm lily diagnose me

Lily Evans: pneumonia

Dorcas Meadows: ???,,,,???? Its getting worse???…

Lily Evans: did u try turning it off and on again

Lily Evans: geez i m not a doctor yet

*

Marlene McKinnon to all boys r twats: dorcas i just saw snape and rosier following after lily

Marlene McKinnon: oh shIr

Marlene McKinnon: Lils

Marlene McKinnon: im coming to get u stay there


*

Lily Evans to Severus Snape: if u come near me again i will grind ur balls in a blender

Severus Snape: you know I’m right

Lily Evans: you’re a white supremacist

Lily Evans: YOU are wrong

*

Marlene McKinnon to Dorcas get me those spicy pita chips: what did snivelus say

Lily Evans: ‘’’’’im a nazi’’’’

Dorcas Meadows: rly

Lily Evans: no but basically

Lily Evans: i need booze asap

Marlene McKinnon: i got lots

Dorcas Meadows: omw

*

Dorcas Meadows to lily needs to get laid: mission imposible: how about Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans: pass

Dorcas Meadows: u say that about everyone

Lily Evans: and

Lily Evans: i m focusing on school rn

Dorcas Meadows: do u even know who pettigrew is????,,?

Lily Evans:  y es

Marlene McKinnon: just one pls

Dorcas Meadows: lil if you go on one blind date ill take you to nandos

Lily Evans: deal

Lily Evans: but just one and not peter pettigreq

Lily Evans changed group name to i deserve better friends than these weeds

*

Lily Evans to Marlene McKinnon: where am i meeting him

Marlene McKinnon: corner of 165th by tha t pizza plce

Marlene McKinnon: he said hed b inside

Lily Evans: he better b hot

*

Marlene McKinnon to tminus 0 days until lilys date: LILY

Marlene McKinnon: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE STOOD U UP

Marlene McKinnon: IM SO SORRY

Marlene McKinnon: EVANS

*

Lily Evans to blondie + inferiors with rat nests: marlene he was rly hot ur the best

Lily Evans:  wait what

Dorcas Meadows: ?,,,,,,,???

Lily Evans: he stood me up?

Lily Evans: then who was i with last night

Lily Evans: Marlene McKinnon get ur butt over here with the nandos
Marlene McKinnon: it’s 3am lily why did u just get back ;)))))

*

Lily Evans to James Potter: who r u rly

James Potter: oops

Lily Evans: r u actly james ?

James Potter: yeah srry i didnt know what to say u just kind of sat down

Lily Evans: ?? I was there first twat

James Potter: u were rly cute

James Potter: what cna i say

Lily Evans: so u just sat down with a random stranger and pretended to know me

James Potter: yes ?

*

Lily Evans sent a picture to group: what Do I dO

Marlene McKinnon: James Potter SAT NEXT TO YOU?

Dorcas Meadows: the CUTEST guy at on campus???

Marlene McKinnon: to clarify

Marlene McKinnon: the star football player who also happens to be v hot and buff sat next to u bc u were cute??

Lily Evans: i got stood up and i guess i didnt know who he was

Lily Evans: he was a little concieted

Lily Evans: and not that hot

Dorcas Meadows: ur in denial

Marlene McKinnon: ur name together is lames

Lily Evans: …..

Dorcas Meadows: so what happened after the date

Marlene McKinnon: u didn’t come back until late late

Lily Evans: ..nothing

*

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: whats wrong with james

Remus Lupin: he went on a date with Lily Evans

Sirius Black: the redhead in his calc class

Remus Lupin: yeah

Sirius Black: oh

Sirius Black: he’s in a daze and wont move

Remus Lupin: tell him theres a spider on his bed

Sirius Black: he didn’t move

Remus Lupin: woW

Sirius Black: im calling 911

Remus Lupin: nO

Peter Pettigrew: too late

*

Marlene McKinnon to Sirius Black: theyre the worst

Sirius Black: tell lily to meet u at the library

Sirius Black: ill get james to go to

Sirius Black: also how did u get this #

Marlene McKinnon: it wastn that hard

 *

Sirius Black to James Potter: meet me at hte library in 10

James Potter: u never study

James Potter: r u trying to set me up again with evans

Sirius Black: no ?

James Potter: wanker

James Potter: leaving now

*

Lily Evans to James Potter: im not good enough to be a doctor

Lily Evans: i just got fired from the pizza parlor

James Potter: yike what happened

Lily Evans: fell asleep during my break n missed my shift

James Potter: im coming with nandos

Lily Evans: im in the tesco parking lot

James Potter: np

*

Lily Evans to James Potter: ur gonna crush it today!!

James Potter: are u coming

Lily Evans: ofc

*

Marlene McKinnon to lily ate the chocholate and deserves disembowlment: lily and james just hugged after he won the cup and

Sirius Black: most sexually charged hug i’ve ever seen

Remus Lupin: is that an apostrophe

Sirius Black: there are more important things to worry about right now

Peter Pettigrew: who put Marlene on this chat

*

Lily Evans to We”RE OUT OF CHOCOCLATE: so

Lily Evans: theres this guy who is hot and toned

Lily Evans: and also happens to be mischevious and smart and is good at literally everything

Lily Evans: but also has a big head and generous and super rich

Lily Evans: and i cant tell if i hate him or like him

Dorcas Meadows: r u kidding me lily

Marlene McKinnon: a match made in heaven

Lily Evans: i cant TELL

Marlene McKinnon: im texting him right now

Lily Evans: NO DONT

Lily Evans: mar i will kill you im not even sure yet

Lily Evans: some people said i just want him as my sugar daddy

Marlene McKinnon: who said that

Dorcas Meadows: snape

Marlene McKinnon: he’s an asshat don’t listen to him

Lily Evans: but what if potter just leaves

Lily Evans: there are way better girls for him

Lily Evans: ones his parents would approve of

Dorcas Meadows: thats bs and u know it

Marlene McKinnon: ^

*

Lily Evan’s Notes: u just do everything perfectly theres nothing you could do wrong and its unfair and you have perfect messy hair thats so beautiful and i could stare at the stars for hours with you just because nothing can stop you and u want to learn everything like i do and your the only person i can call at 2am without worrying and your tall and i think im in love

*

James Potter to Lily Evans: sitting on third floor by statue of humphrey

Lily Evans: can you pick me up

James Potter: we have a quiz in five mins

Lily Evans: its important

James Potter: ill b right there

*

Sirius Black to twats + grammer twat: LAMES HAPPEND

Sirius Black changed group chat name to LAMES: THIRE SNOGGING IN TH PARKIING LOT

Remus Lupin: IM COMING
Marlene McKinnon: freaking adorable

James Potter: twat

Lily Evans: shut up black

peachz-baby  asked:

hcs for bad boy tsun jungkook and his nerd jimin please. Like where they're dating but some people keep bothering JM because they think JM don't deserve JK and JK stand out abt it

//when they started dating everyone was really surprised. it wasn’t a common sight to see  jeon never-committed jungkook holding park book-worm jimin’s hand tightly.

//jeon is all cold faces, furrowed eyebrows and deathly glares. he usually gets into fights out and in school, despite everyone knowing they shouldn’t mess with him. he has like a fan club? more like ‘we are your friends bc we are afraid you will beat us to death :D’ and the typical ‘his mysterious aura is so hot pls jungkook marry me’.

//park is all gentle smiles and caring heart. he’s usually reserved, sits put at the front of the classroom and pays attention to the teacher. he’s nice and friendly, almost literally everyone is friends with him.
park and jeon are totally opposites.

//despite that, jungkook found himself attracted by jimin’s smiles and kind gestures. jungkook will not admit it, but jimin got him wrapped around his cute little fingers since that fateful day in which jungkook was staying behind at detention, forced to stack books to their right place and jimin offered his help.
“I practically live here, so i know every book’s place.”
the rest of the week jungkook spent all his afternoons in the library not giving a living shit he was confined into such awful place, because jimin’s smile and company was worth it.

//it took jungkook three months of awkward flirting and disguised dates (”hey jimin let’s go get ice cream after class” “ugh why?” “there’s a promo, if u go with your boy– your friend u can eat more ice cream so let’s go” “oh…ok”) for them to officially become a couple.

//jungkook accompanies jimin to his classes, hands held tight and cheeks tinted red.
“See you later jiminnie.”
“what? no kiss?” says jimin with a tiny pout that makes jungkook almost coo out loud. jungkook gives in to his boyfriend’s cuteness and pecks his cheek.
“no silly, not in the cheek.” mumbles jimin but before jungkook has the time to refuse “because ugh no it’s embarrassing, you are so needy” jimin pulls him in by his collar and their lips press together. it’s short and cute and jungkook internally wishes it would last longer.

//jungkook’s grades improve slightly and when his teachers ask he just shrugs his shoulders, but jimin knows better. he knows jungkook is putting in effort to do good because he wants to impress him (”hey jimin help me with this” “what? you wanna study math?” “It’s not that i want to but since we spend so much time here together i might just do something to not get bored” “You know you can leave if you want….” “Nah, its ok…who’s gonna make sure you don’t drown in your books if i leave….” “aww jungkookie, you worried?” “shut up….”)

//jimin is the first and only one who rode jungkook’s motorcycle. and also the only one jungkook has lent his favorite leather jacket to “so you stop complaining you are cold…..hearing u sniffling all the time it’s annoying”

//jungkook brings him a flower from his grandma’s garden every day. jimin always smiles and kisses him for the gift. if jungkook holds him in place so the kiss lasts longer none of them make the effort to point it out.

//people speak about them, and it crushes a little jimin’s heart when he hears girls on the corridor whisper how they aren’t going to last (“jungkook is not one to commit, his relationships never last more than a month”) or how jimin, despite being everyone’s friend because of his gentle nature “is not enough nor worth of Jungkook’s time”. He just endures it, because he knows they are just jealous, and even if jungkook tries to look annoyed half the time jimin knows he cares about him, it shows in the little details.

//“don’t mind them” says jungkook squeezing jimin’s hand with his own. Jimin turns his head back to him, now focused on jungkook instead of the group of guys gossiping about them. “they can talk whatever they want.”
“even if they say you don’t love me? or that I’m not good enough for you?”
“yeah,” replies jungkook, gentle smile on his lips -the one he reserves only for jimin. “because as long as you are aware of my feelings i don’t need to prove myself to those idiots.”
“I know…. i know you like me-”
“no jiminnie, I love you”

I’ve got a thing for models, 2015

saucy namjas divided per agency ^^

AGENCY GARTEN

-Shon Minho, beside being super hot, his smile is freaking adorable ♥

-Nam Yoon Soo, ‘97 liner, the youngest in this agency, cute and fluffy model

-Jung Dohyun, new model of the angency, he’s super cool isn’t he?

YGK+, in the past kplus, but they have a partnership with YG since 2014

-Byun Woo Seok, super damn hot with killer smile

-Choo Sung Hoon, aka Sarang daddy

-Jang Ki Yong, I know this face 2k15, aka third wheel in We broke up

-Nam Joo Hyuk, to me he resembles Baro… just sayin’ d (^‿^✿)

-Park Hyeong Seop, proud baby Dumbo ♥

Model turned actors aka ‘I dunno what agency they belongs to but they deserve to be on this list’ (☞゚∀゚)☞

-Bang Sung Joon, don’t worry, I haven’t forget about you sir

-Kim Young Kwang, sweet gummy smile

-Song Jae Rim, faboulous

-Lee Soo Hyuk, extremely hot *I dunno… what more can I say* 

-Lee Hyeon Jae, purrfect drummer in Shut up flower boyband *one of the reasons to watch that drama lol*

-Lee Jae Joon, JOONJAE~ ヽ(´∇´)ノ (∇´ノ) ヽ(   )ノ (ヽ´∇) ヽ(´∇`)ノ

…enough.

Bye for now  ˵ ⊚ ◡ ⊚ ˵ 

-admin M

Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

Requested: Could I request another baekhyun angst scenario…a mistress maybe? You know the cliche break up stories lol. Thanks!!

Summary: You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction. 

SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Originally posted by blondejongin

It’s 4:00 AM when your plane lands and 5:00 AM by the time you finally come home to your apartment, and you’re exhausted, physically and emotionally. You thought that taking a week off from life to evaluate your situation from a distance would give you some perspective – and it has. You just don’t like this new perspective. You hate the clarity that cracked your rose-colored glasses because you were happy pretending that everything was fine.

But there’s only so much you can take for so long.

You reach the door to your apartment and drop your bag on the floor, fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning it on for the first time in a week.

Thirty-eight missed calls and fourteen voicemails from Byun Baekhyun.  

A smile quirks on your lips despite the lead in your chest. You hadn’t told him you were leaving when you took off, and it’s still nice to see his concern. You sigh. Smooth your shirt. Pat your hair and steel your nerves. Then you click 1 on speed dial.

Briiiing. Briiiing. Briii

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep but then you hear a rustling – of sheets, presumably – and his voice comes back more alert. “Oh my god. Where are you – are you okay – why haven’t you called me back, I was so worried, I thought something happened—”

“Hi,” you say softly. That’s all you can manage because you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the sound of his voice. Even just one week without his husky timbre had left you feeling like something was missing, and now it’s as if everything has fallen back into place. Stupid. Don’t be stupid.

“Hi,” he replies after a moment, and you can hear his smile. “Are you on your way home?”

“Yup, I’m an hour or two away,” you lie.

“Great, jagi. I can’t wait to see you. Aish, I should probably clean up before you get home.”

“Yeah. Clean up. I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you,” he says. So casual. So familiar.

Your hands are cold as you whisper back, “I love you too.” Then you hang up.

The apartment you share with Baekhyun is small, not a studio, but really only meant for one person – so you can hear noises through the thin walls now as he gets out of bed and prepares for your return. Shuffling, thudding, creaking. Laughter. Chairs scraping and feet padding across the hardwood floor and muffled speaking. Quick movements, very quick. Urgency.

You hear footfalls heading towards the door and you step back just as it swings open, and Baekhyun and the girl beside him freeze on the threshold as their eyes meet yours.

Ah. Well, you can throw the rose glasses away now, you suppose.

She’s pretty – that’s your first thought, but you immediately look away before you can start comparing yourself to her. You don’t need to agonize over all the ways she might be better for him than you, all the missing parts in you that she probably has. She has the decency to look ashamed, at least.

Baekhyun, for once, seems at a loss for words. The silence stretches between the three of you until it feels like dynamite. And frankly, you don’t want to say anything. There’s nothing to say. One week, you’d spent trying to understand your feelings, his feelings, and what happened between the two of you – and now you just feel…

Alone. More alone than you’ve ever felt.

“Y/N,” he starts to say, but you cut him off.

“We need to talk, Baekhyun.” Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to – you’re the type to bury your head in the sand if it means protecting your heart, but not this time. Not anymore. Your eyes slide to the girl. “Alone.” She nods, never meeting your gaze, but before she slinks back into the apartment room, she looks to Baekhyun, and you feel your heart clench at the adoration on her face. Whatever is going on between them clearly isn’t just lust. You just wonder when exactly you were pushed out of the picture.

The girl closes the door behind her, and then it’s only you and Baekhyun.

He looks as good as ever, you can’t help but notice, with his jeans belted loosely around his hips and shirt sleeves lazily rolled back to his elbows. His hair is still tousled from sleep, and you almost reach up to fix it. Almost. Instead, you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

“Walk with me,” you say. His brows arch in surprise but he follows you down the stairwell and out of the apartment complex. You really needed to get out of there – it was starting to feel claustrophobic.

The sun is just rising over the parking lot, and you try not to notice the way the light touches Baekhyun, as if even it can’t help but want to cling to him. He’s silent beside you as you walk but out of the corner of your eye, you can see emotions flitting across his face as the situation continues to spiral out of his control. Guilt. Defensiveness. Fear. Anguish. You imagine your face is a mirror of his.

On the other side of the complex is a quaint little courtyard complete with trimmed hedges, a fountain, and a gazebo. You walk down the path, trailing your fingertips along the hedges, and step onto the gazebo, placing you bag down. It’s beautiful here. A beautiful place to end a once-beautiful relationship.

Baekhyun sinks against the railing and laces his hands together. His eyes are everywhere but on you. “If you would please just hear me out—” he tries.

“Baekhyun-ah,” you say gently, and both of you are surprised at the softness in your voice. He’s looking at you now and you meet his stare. You should be angry – furious, betrayed, heartbroken, but you just feel the grief that comes with endings. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Jagi—”

“Please.” You wrap your arms around yourself at his term of endearment. “You don’t have to explain, but please don’t be dishonest with me. Don’t call me ‘beloved’ if that’s not what I am.” You take in a shuddering breathe to soothe your nerves, and then you continue. “I have loved you, Baekhyun. At times, more than life itself. And you have loved me.”

“More than life itself,” he whispers.

“But I fell in love with you, and you didn’t. Not with me, anyway, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.” You remember the youth of your love, the early days when holding his hand gave you butterflies. You were both so young and there was only innocence in your feelings for one another. Handwritten notes and long phone calls before bed and mixtapes specially made for each other. All that was gone now, lost.

Baekhyun grasps your hands then, and you look down as you feel his trembling around yours. “Then I’ll change—”

“I’m not asking you to,” you shake your head and gently pull away. “I’m asking you to be honest. Be brave. We’ve been together since we were children, and there’s a security in that – but you can’t live your life clinging to safety, to what’s familiar. You…you need to let me go so that you can be free to find who and what you really want.”

“And what do you want, Y/N?” he asks quietly.

“I want you to be happy, Baek. I wish I was the one that made you happy—” he flinches, and you break off, sighing. “But we all deserve a chance to find that true joy. Our soulmate.”

“We can still be friends, right?”

You feel that grief again like water in your lungs, and for a moment you can’t speak because you’re trying too hard to fight back the tears. Friends. As if to torture you some more, your mind suddenly pulls out a reel of all your favorite memories with Baekhyun. Sharing ice cream with him on a hot summer’s day at the beach, him purposely tipping the cone forward whenever it was your turn to lick so that you would get some on your face and he could kiss it off you. His arms snaking around your waist as he hugged you from behind while you washed dishes, his chin on your shoulder. You lying on his lap while he ran his long fingers through your hair and read manga. Being held by him, kissing him, loving him. Feeling loved.

“In time,” you manage. “You’re not the only one who has to let go.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is small, like a child’s. “For not being right for you. For hurting you. For…everything.” He laughs humorlessly. “I almost wish you were angry with me. That would’ve been easier than this – but you’ve always been too good for me.”

We were both too good for each other. “I was angry. That’s what the week away was for.”

“And now?”

“And now,” you sigh, “you’ve got a girl to get back to, and I’ve got a thousand emails waiting for me.” Life really does go on. You start to turn away but Baekhyun’s hand catches you again and you find yourself only inches from him. Well, physically anyway.

“Even if we don’t have a tomorrow, you and I, I’m glad we had a yesterday. I’m glad for the time we did spend together.” He’s not smiling, but there’s such warmth in his expression as if he’s reflecting all that light on him. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You know what,” you nod, “I wouldn’t either.” One last time, you slide your arms around his neck and pull his head down to kiss him on the forehead. He closes his eyes.

They’re open as you walk away though.


Due to popular demand, I have posted a Part 2 [here], a Part 3 [here], and a coda [here]! However, this was meant to be a one shot, so if you are satisfied, you can stop reading here. Whatever floats your goat <3

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3, 30, 300 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?

Author’s notes: Wow, I’ve been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so… I hope you guys like it!

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“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.

“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.

Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.

You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.

The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.

You were right.

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"So what now?"

My first request: @16reasonswhy16q7w said;
But hey ima request, can you do an imagine where clay is in love with you but feels like it’s wrong because of everything that happened with Hannah and her being gone but he is really falling for the reader so he gives in

Also while I was at school someone threatened to shoot up local high schools and I could’ve died so yeah…

•••

Clay mindlessly exchanged books from his locker according to the classes he had left. Honestly, he was just killing time. What Clay was really doing was waiting for a certain h/c haired girl.

Clay heard the familiar voice of y/n; she was still at her locker (three lockers down from Hannah’s old locker) talking to one of her friends. Some feeling similar to guilt filled his stomach. He wasn’t sure why so he re-concentrated on his locker.

Then for a moment he thought he saw a brown haired girl in a white shirt. Hannah Baker. Clay closed his eye and shook his head, when he opened it Hannah was gone. He wasn’t sure which way he liked better; but he knew he liked y/n.

Like he’d ever tell anyone, especially her. After everything that happened… y/n closed her locker and she paused; y/n just stared at Hannah’s locker.

Clay mentally scolded himself…y/n was well known here. At first she was just one of Hannah’s friends that he was too shy to talk to; now the whole school knew her as the girl who had the breakdown after Hannah.

“Hey y/n,” Clay said before even giving himself a chance to decide if he was going to approach her.

Y/n smiled slightly, but it wasn’t the kind he liked. Clay remembered her genuine smiles, the kind that went to her eyes. This smile was a practiced polite smile, one that showed she was closed off.

“Hi Clay,” she replied. Clay didn’t know what to say and he wished he had prepared better. He didn’t know why he felt so awkward, he knew y/n she was a friend. She seemed extra annoyed this morning. “What’s wrong?”

Y/n let out a sigh. “My parents are a little paranoid since I haven’t been going out since…the point is I haven’t gone on dates or parties or anything.” She sighed once again, “my mom’s considering forcing me into joining a painful agony that is emotional therapy.”

Clay wasn’t sure if this was a sign or if this was fate being taunting. “We could hand out this weekend.” Y/n paused raising an eyebrow. “I-I mean to get your parents off your case so you don’t have to go to that.”

Y/n contemplated his offer. “I accept to these terms and conditions,” she responded in a kidding tone.

“Alright,” Clay said trying to sound much more relaxed than he felt. “I should get to class but I’ll text you for a day.”

As Clay started to turn away y/n responded. “You do realize you need my number to text me, right?”

For the first time, y/n felt like she looked forward to something. There always was this guilt for what happened; if she had called more maybe Hannah would still be her.

Clay listened. Listened to the tape.

*** (this is Hannah’s voice in the tape)***

Y/n l/n, where to start with this one. Don’t worry, she isn’t a–not like the others. But she deserves to have a testimony.

Y/n with the h/c hair, the girl always reminded me of hot chocolate. She in herself could solve someone’s problem the same way hot chocolate could.

We were allies long before we were friends. Then one day she showed up, showed up with this expression. Anger, sadness, and fear rolled into one. The expression didn’t fit her. She was too pretty to look so sad.

We were at the lockers and I asked her what’s the matter and I swear she almost told me. But instead she snapped and told me to leave her alone. She broke down though…the way hot chocolate ended was the same way she snapped. It was the greatest falling out.

***

Clay knew better than to bring this up. All he did was wait for Saturday.

***

Eventually the day came and y/n wore her grey t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans. She didn’t know what to expect but her mother was happy; and that was one less thing to feel bad about.

Y/n met up with Clay at the park. It was weird for her to be here again. She felt these butterflies…did she like Clay? That’s ridiculous, then Clay’s hand brushed her hand. The butterflies got stronger–yep, she liked him. Maybe even something more.

Clay couldn’t, and that’s why he wanted to so badly. After the whole Hannah incident any feelings like that toward anyone were terrible. Then she smiled, that specific breath stealing smile. He couldn’t stop himself before he took y/n’s hand.

“I know you’ve got complications,” he muttered.

Y/n froze, “I-I.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like that. I just know you and Hannah had a falling out.” The phrase ‘falling out’ made y/n flinch. “A-are you okay?”

Y/n shivered slightly and shook her head. “Y-yeah, just a bit cold.”

Clay handed her his jacket and y/n took it but gave him a confused expression. “Well you said you were cold.”

“Thanks,” y/n said.

“Look I don’t care what happened or what you did or didn’t do…I-I like you a lot.” His admission made her freeze. “Just forget it.”

When y/n’s shock died down she asked a question. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”

Clay gave a small, sarcastic smile. “Are you saying you like me?”

Y/n would never admit that. “I’m not saying I’m not saying that.”

Her expression made him laugh. “I like you a lot, y/n l/n.”

“I like you a lot too, Clay Jensen.” Y/n replied.

Bye the time she realized that she had admitted it was too late.“

“You said it,” Clay teased!

Y/n defended herself, “shut up.”

Clay smiled and once again before he knew what he was doing he did it. He leaned in and kissed y/n. For a moment he didn’t care about anything or everything that had happened or could happen. All he cared about was that he was with y/n.

Y/n pulled away first. “I like you too.”

“So, what now?”

Y/n took his hand. “So, what now indeed.”

***

I hoped you liked this :)) also I’m willing to do a prologue or part 2 just let me know!

some ...angst anyone?

can we have a scenario where Izuku just ACCIDENTALLY brought up the bullying case to Katsuki while they are fighting (bc my bby cinammon roll is in too much hurt cause bakacchan kept shouting at him) 

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They’re at it again.

And they’re yelling over something stupid.  They can’t even remember how it started, or who said what first, but they can’t stop. They won’t stop, because that’s how their arguments always go.

Katsuki is wrong. Izuku is also wrong. They’re both in the wrong, but they keep yelling, because until they’re sick and tired, and can’t look at each other anymore,  they won’t stop.

Katsuki is closing the space between him and Izuku then, as he raises his voice louder. “ …And you act like its not a fucking problem! ”

Because it isn’t, really.

“Why should I?? It’s not anything you need to be worried about!  Why are you getting so angry??” Izuku presses his brows together and he inches himself toward the other. Their faces  are close,  they can feel the tense air between them as they glare into each other’s eyes.

Breaths heaving in annoyance and distress, they continue to stare each other down. Katsuki being unable to hold his anger well, opens his mouth again.

“Are you dumb, Deku?? Are you seriously askin why I’m angry? ”

And he reaches a hand out– he grabs onto Izuku’s wrist, and he regrets it right away, when he sees the sudden horror that forms in the latter’s green eyes. Because thats fear written on his face.

No, he doesn’t want to scare Izuku. Even if he did take his wrist, it wasn’t going to be to hurt him.

It isn’t bad intentions at all. He just wants to hold onto Izuku– Hold onto him tightly so he can’t run away. So they can argue their way through this dumb misunderstanding and pretend like it never happened, or laugh about it later.

“S..stop Kacchan!” Izuku snatches his wrist back and moves a few steps back.

“Deku–”

“Why are you acting this way- what were you going to do? Knock some sense into me like before?”

Then his mouth shuts instantly, and its his turn to feel regret. He swallows hard and suddenly his anger is gone. It dissipates faster than the blink of an eye, because Katsuki is just staring at him. There’s a hint of saddness and something close to realization painted all over his face. “K-Kacchan I didn’t mean-”

“So you think I’d do that? ” Katsuki isn’t yelling anymore.  Just speaking softly, more to himself than his boyfriend.  “You really think I’d throw a punch at your fuckin face..?”

“No. Kacchan, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to say that.” Izuku’s voice is pleading, and it only becomes more weary when he sees tears beginning to wet Katsuki’s cheeks. “Kacchan, please-”

“I see. Okay. Whatever.”

Izuku is begging him more, hoping he can erase what he just said, but Katsuki is ignoring him,  brushing him off while he puts his shoes on.

Then he leaves.

 

And Izuku is sitting alone in the house now,  going through the argument that just happened, in his head.  Why did it start?  How did it escalate this far? Why would he say something like that?

Because he knows Katsuki. He loves Katsuki. He trusts him. So why did he draw back in fear? And why did he bring up the past?

Izuku hates himself more than anything right now.. he doesn’t know what to do but wait for Katsuki to come back. He has to eventually, doesn’t he? They live together. They argue all the time. Its just what goes with clashing peronalities, doesnt it? So Katsuki will come back. And Izuku will mend things.

But he doesn’t come back. Not until at least 4 am, anyway. Izuku had made his bed on the sofa, waiting for his significant other to return.

When Katsuki walks through the front door he looks at Izuku before going straight to the bedroom.  He’s tired, hes stressed, he’s cried all self hatred and anger out,  so he’s ready to talk to Izuku when he wakes. Of course, it occurs faster than he thought.

The sound of the open and close of the doors in the house stir Izuku enough to wake him. And he sits up rather quickly, searching in the darkness for the familiar face.

“Kacchan..” His voice is soft, when he enters the room, and Katsuki lifts his gaze from his hands to the other. Izuku keeps his distance, while he watches. “..Kacchan..I’m really–”

“Deku. I’ve thought things through.”

There’s silence between them. Its only a few moments,  but to Izuku it feels like an eternity. “..We should break up. ”

Suddenly everything is going blurry. Izuku blinks his eyes once, trying to clear his vision–blinks again, because its still all a blur. When he blinks a third time, thats when he feels the hot tears start spilling down his cheeks and he realizes that he’s crying. 

Katsuki is avoiding eye contact as he speaks.  “Clearly we don’t trust each other as much as we thought.  I don’t blame you.  I hurt you so fuckin bad before. I thought you were crazy for even wanting to date me. I thought things could really work between us.. But you made it kinda obvious today that there’s still distrust and uncertainty.  So.. yeah. We should just end it now. There’s others that’re more deserving of you. Todoroki likes you.  Mirio does. Iida, might.  You got an endless list really. So do you really need me?”

There’s more silence. Katsuki is rubbing at his neck slowly, keeping on his ‘cool’ act. Though he can only manage to keep it up as long as he looks anywhere but at the one before him.

“No.. No,  Kacchan, please..” Izuku says between sobs. His hands are up against his face, so his words are coming out muffled. “I don’t want you to leave-I don’t want to leave you! I’m sorry for what I said,  I don’t know what made me say it!” He coughs a bit,  before continuing. “I love you. I trust you-  I didn’t mean to hurt you.. when we argue, sometimes I can’t help but remember back then. And it isn’t because I don’t trust you,  its just out of habit.. and when I said what I did.. It was stupid.  I’m stupid!” He shakes his head pulls his hands away from his face, finally looking at Katsuki. “Im so sorry.. I’m an idiot..”

Katsuki is watching him now. And he’d be a huge liar if he said it didn’t hurt to see Izuku crying like that. He can’t help but think he’s taking things too far, but despite Izuku apologizing now, he had to have meant what he said.  He doesn’t have the trust Katsuki thought he did. He’s afraid that Katsuki will hurt him. He thinks Katsuki will turn back to what he was.

“..Sorry, Deku.” He says. “..I just think it’d be better to stay apart.”

He leaves it at that.

Izuku continues trying to talk to him–trying to make things right.  He has to fix what he broke, because surely this isnt going to be their last fight. Katsuki is only saying this because he’s upset. They’re going to fix it– Izuku is going to fix it.

But days start to pass, and they don’t see each other.

Katsuki took majority of his things and left. He’s staying with Kirishima, and despite Izuku’s efforts to talk to him, there’s no luck.

Weeks pass.

There’s not a moment when Izuku isn’t thinking about Katsuki, and vice versa. Izuku is starting to lose hope, starting to think that its really over.

 

He’s sitting on his own in the living room one evening, when he hears a knock on the door. He stands himself up,  expecting Ochako to be there because he had invited her over for a bit. ( Anything to help get his mind off things.)

But when he opens that door and looks,it isn’t her.

Izuku’s eyes widen slightly, tears starting to fill them.

Katsuki is standing there, bag slinging over his shoulder. He’s looking down at the ground, trying to figure out what words to say.

“Deku.” He adjusts his stance,  before glancing up finally.  “…Deku, I’m sorry.. I was being a bastard by ignoring you. I love you … do you wanna take me back?”

Izuku isn’t wasting another moment before his arms are thrown around the other.   He’s letting out a sob,  as he buries his face into Katsuki’s chest. “D-don’t apologize-  its all my fault!  I hurt you and I’m the one who should be sorry–”

“Shh..” Katsuki lifts a hand up and sets it into the curly green locks,  stroking them gently.  “We both were wrong.. and.. After takin time to think about it,  I realized if you’re still feelin afraid it isn’t your fault.. you’re doin your best.  And that just means.. I gotta try harder too. We’re gonna get better.”

Izuku nods,  sniffling. A small smile forms on his lips and his voice is muffled.

“Okay, Kacchan.. okay… I love you. I’m sorry..”

“Me too.. I’m sorry and I love you too.” Then he kisses the top of his head.

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Requested by @carleyspn : Hi :) I wanted to see if you could do a Dean Winchester imagine about their on a case & the girl their interviewing is into Dean & the reader becomes jealous & starts being clingy to him. I would love if you did that :), add anything you want. Thanks

A/N: I feel so bad for how delayed this is but y’all can never say I don’t deliver. (Lol yes you can this took me like 3 months) Anyway, I absolutely loved this request and I can’t get over this cuteness! I’m currently fighting a cold & have no motivation to learn my lines or do my homework so I wrote this up instead.

Summary: You and Dean are investigating a haunted hotel where the hotel owner’s daughter isn’t quite getting the message that Dean isn’t up for grabs.

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,591

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”

Twenty-four

The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

drhu0806  asked:

YOOOO your blog feeds my endless need for P5 fan content. Thanks for all your hard work and your fun writing!!! What would be your take on the male PTs having a female S/O who looks smol but is actually super athletic and extremely protective of them?

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Note: Grab a snack because this is gonna be long!

WARNING: (just in case) mild spoilers and innuendos ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Akira thinks it’s so endearing.
  • Here S/O was, only five feet tall with a bow in her hair, ready to pounce on anyone that dared to act condescending toward Akira. She reminded him of an angry cat. 
  • He worries that she’s going to get herself hurt at his expense, so when she becomes riled up he’ll slip his arms around her waist and pull her toward him. It’s a discreet method of holding her back, and he’ll gently sway with her in an attempt to pacify her.
  • Story time: Akira had to tend to Leblanc one night; Futaba had become ill, thus Sojiro left early to purchase some medical supplies and food.
  • He sent S/O a text to invite her over, and shortly after that he heard an abrupt commotion just outside the cafe.
  • When he opened the door, he witnessed S/O trying to ward off a drunk.
  • Akira interfered when the drunk forcefully seized her arm.
  • “Leave her alone,” he quietly demanded.
  • The drunk twirled around to throw a punch at Akira, but he had deftly dodged it.
  • The next thing he saw was the drunk pinned on the ground by S/O with their hands behind their back. She was using one hand to captivate the drunk’s, and her other hand pressed their face against the pavement.
  • A single intrusive thought crossed Akira’s mind.
  • God, I wish that were me…
  • The drunk began pleading for their life and prattling on about how they’ll try to be better. S/O released them and they fled the area.
  • S/O locked eyes with Akira. He simply crossed his arms with a neutral expression plastered on his face.
  • “Are you mad that I got physical?” When she warranted no response, she sighed. “I just wanted to protect you. I won’t apologize for that.”
  • Akira steadily approached her, his arms still folded, and then he lowered himself to meet her gaze. S/O waited for him to scold her as her defensive eyes bore into his raven-black orbs.
  • Instead, he tickled her ear with his lips and a whisper. “You’re coming with me.”
  • S/O blushed fiercely as Akira clasped her hand and led her upstairs.
  • She waited for him to initiate and fidgeted from the suspense.
  • He pivoted to face her.
  • “Teach me that move,” he requested with a serious and determined look on his face.
  • S/O was speechless, and also embarrassed by all her prurient thoughts.
  • “O-oh, um… I g-guess I could do that.”
  • His face promptly became inches from hers.
  • “Did you have something else in mind?” Smugness oozed from his teasing voice.
  • S/O’s face burned, and Akira simply laughed and kissed her on the crown of her head as he tugged her into a hug. “Thank you for defending me, by the way… you’re amazing.”
  • She returned the embrace and stroked his spine. “It’s no problem… I’d do anything to protect you, Akira.“
  • He smiled warmly as his grip tightened. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” He paused, and his voice grew solemn. “Please don’t put your life in danger, though. The world can’t lose someone as precious as you… neither can I.”
  • S/O affectionately nuzzled him. “Only if you do the same.”
  • The two snuggled for the rest of the night, explaining in great detail how special they are to each other and exchanging kisses.
  • Whenever S/O hears people mocking and judging Akira for his ‘criminal’ background, she won’t hesitate to knock them down a peg.
  • People gear their rude comments toward her as a result, but she doesn’t mind.
  • Akira cares, though, so he’ll put an arm around her shoulder and guide her away from the offenders, soothing her with his whispered words.
  • However, he doesn’t lack appreciation for her actions. He just doesn’t want her in his position; she deserves a life better than that.
  • Akira feels so ecstatic and fortunate to have someone cherish him so deeply. Not a single day goes by where he isn’t grateful to have S/O shield him.
  • He won’t allow her to carry the burden alone, though. She means far too much to him.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji would love a girl who’s able to kick his ass and look adorable while doing it.
  • He wouldn’t see it coming, since S/O is so petite and feminine.
  • Her wardrobe was mostly composed of dresses and ballet flats, and they were all pastel colors.
  • S/O would chastise folks that excessively teased Ryuji, but she never showed her True Power until that fateful day.
  • One afternoon (just before Ann joins the party), Ryuji was loitering outside of Shujin waiting for S/O, and Kamoshida appeared, reprimanding him for being so lazy and worthless.
  • S/O heard the entire thing. “Get the hell away from him,” she hissed. 
  • Kamoshida crouched down to leer at her. “Now how did a loser like Sakamoto land such a cute girl like you?”
  • His only reply was S/O’s knuckles crushing his windpipe. She dodged the extended arm that attempted to grab her, then she grasped the arm over her shoulder and flipped him. 
  • The teacher grunted as he hit the ground with a thud that shook the earth beneath him like an earthquake.
  • “Guess you didn’t hear me the first time,” S/O said, her voice as chilling as ice. “I hope I’ve made myself clear.”
  • Kamoshida glared at her as he growled, “You think you can get away with doing this to me?”
  • S/O took a single step closer to him and he flinched. “I think I just did.” 
  • She crouched down and spoke quietly, her sharp words for his ears only. “If you continue to harass him, your washed-up career won’t be the only thing that’s put to an end.”
  • Kamoshida’s face paled and he scowled as he begrudgingly retreated back into the school.
  • S/O turned back to Ryuji, who was standing there wide-eyed with his mouth agape.
  • “Babe…”
  • “W-why are you looking at me like that?” S/O was stuttering and her cheeks were a crimson hue.
  • Holy shit, she’s so hot…
  • Out of all of Ryuji’s thoughts, that one was the most innocent.
  • “We’re drawin’ a lot of attention. W-why don’t we get outta here and, uh, go somewhere more… private.”
  • And boy did they  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • He isn’t scared of her at all… well, maybe a little, but he knows she would never hurt him.
  • If someone even glances at Ryuji the wrong way, S/O will just  (ง •̀_•́)ง.
  • He’s obnoxiously smug about it since no one messes with him at school anymore.
  • But he wants to protect S/O, too; he believes that she deserves to have someone watch her back, so he asks her to train him.
  • She is so gentle with him; she would never be able to forgive herself if she actually injured him.
  • Ryuji said he could take it, and when he braced himself for impact, he only felt a soft smack on his chest. She just cannot bring herself to hurt him.
  • All he wants to do is kiss S/O when she acts so cute. It’s such a stark contrast to her combative side, and Ryuji is a complete sucker for it. 


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is so smitten with S/O. She’s so compact, and he would love nothing more than to carry her around in his arms all day.
  • He nicknamed her as his ‘guardian angel’ because she always watches over him when he forgets to, or she’ll defend him when people spit nasty insults at him.
  • Yusuke didn’t suspect just how physically capable she was until the afternoon that he walked S/O to his dorm after her ballet recital, commending her talent and grace. 
  • He was utterly captivated by her as they strolled about; the proof being the unwavering expression of adoration on his face.
  • In fact, the stars in his eyes blinded him so much that he collided with another pedestrian.
  • “Oh! My apologies,” he said, extending his hand to assist them.
  • The stranger aggressively slapped Yusuke’s hand away, causing the artist to wince and clasp his hand to his chest.
  • “I don’t need some damn pretty boy’s help!” they bellowed as they stood up.
  • S/O could hardly restrain her fury, and her voice shook when she spoke. “He said he was sorry. There was no need to be so violent.”
  • “Shut up, shrimp!” The stranger lunged at her and she twirled around, landing a formidable kick right in their jaw. The thug was quite tall, but thanks to her flexibility, S/O had no trouble.
  • They dropped to the ground yet again, except this time no one offered them aid.
  • The thug stammered an apology and skittered away.
  • S/O pivoted to face Yusuke. “Are you all right?”
  • He remained silent; he was struck with awe, as well as a desire to kiss her.
  • “…Yusuke?”
  • He snapped out of his trance. “…Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
  • “Let me see your hand, just to make sure,” S/O coaxed.
  • Yusuke obeyed, and she delicately examined it with her soft fingertips. “Hm, it’s still a little red…” 
  • She placed a light peck on the palm of his hand.
  • The careful control that he built up came toppling down. He grasped S/O’s face and descended to greet her lips with his.
  • Yusuke reluctantly separated from S/O. “I apologize, I couldn’t help myself… that was very unbecoming of me.”
  • S/O blushed and shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
  • He smiled. “Indeed. I have you here to protect me, after all.” Yusuke clutched her hand and planted a kiss on top. “You truly are my guardian angel, S/O.”
  • Yusuke practically worships her; in his eyes, she’s the living embodiment of grace and strength.
  • S/O is the perfect model because she’s so flexible, and he’ll have her wear her leotard while she poses.
  • He flusters himself because all of her lean muscles become more prominent when she poses; as a result, his eyes stray to certain areas, and he needs to take a break before he gives himself a heart attack.
  • Yusuke’s constantly caressing her legs and arms with his fingertips; it’s like he’s feeling her power and strength.
  • He’ll do some light stretching or yoga with her, but S/O won’t allow him to try her daily routine since it’s too rigorous and she’s worried he’ll get hurt.
  • He’s astounded by her ability to scold people with so much dignity and authority.
  • Even though he acknowledges her bravery, he’ll interfere with her confrontations because he’ll be damned if she’s hurt as a consequence.
  • Yusuke has the utmost respect for S/O because she would face any opponent for his sake, even if it was the entire world; what’s not to love about that?
The Results of S2 of Voltron on the Fandom so far/What We Got

Ok guys this will be spoiler heavy so don’t read if you aren’t caught up

The Characters:

  • Lance fans are mad at his lack of screentime
  • Allura fans are glad at her amazing screentime
  • Prety much everyone is annoyed that Hunk?? Seemed to only be into food??
  • L E T  H I M  E A T
  • Everyone is happy that Keith is happy and knows more about himself now
  • SPACE DAD ARE YOU ALIVE
  • Pidge was awesome this series she’s so much more comfortable with the paladins and herself and she’s so close to finding her family i’m just so proud of her.
  • Coran was great this season 10/10, would not change a thing
  • Shay’s cameo was the most important thing that has ever happened in history and honestly she’s the reason 2017 is going to not kill us all SHay you are perfect.
  • GALRA GUY WHO SAVED SHIRO WYD
  • Tbh all the Galra commanders seemed pretty great this season, even without Sendak we still got that cool short guy, that scary cyborg guy, I promise I’ll learn their names eventually.
  • PAUL BLART GALRA CART
  • And Keith…hasn’t got a galra dad?? Why did we all assume that?? I guess because Haggar was the only female Galra??
  • BUT WAIT HAGGAR WAS ALTEAN????
  • ALSO THACE DESERVED MORE HONESTLY
  • bye zarkon no one will miSS YOU

The Shipping:

  • I’m only gonna cover the ones that I know a lot of people are behind so sorry I don’t address every ship
  • Suprisingly little Kallura activity so far, considering their interactions
  • Klancers being salty at how little we got BUT AT LEAST WE HAVE TWO BROS CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB
  • Hance are happy and pure like their ship is happy and pure
  • Sheith got a load of screentime so they’re happy
  • Sidenote-the klance and sheith seem to be fighting again. Sheith just want to ship it and ignore the problematic aspects of the ship, Klance seem to be bullying Sheith for enjoying their show. I’m kind of scared to discuss this in case either side send hate.
  • WHERE ARE THE PINING!CORAN FICS FOR HIM AND ALFOR GUYS COME ON DID YOU SEE HIS OUTFIT AND HIS SPEECH WHEN HE WAS WITH THE RED LION THAT BOY PROBABLY HAD A CRUSH BEFORE/AFTER THAT EMO PHASE

The Art/Fics:

  • It’s been all good so far
  • Keep it up
  • Don’t stop working
  • Your stuff is appreciated
  • If someone sends you shit for your art/fics then they’re shit don’t listen to them
  • I saw a neat one of Lance with nail varnish that was nice you guys are great

The Memes:

  • WHERE TO BEGIN
  • THE MALL EPISODE ALONE
  • LACE NARUTO RUNS
  • AND HE BOUGHT A COW
  • THE AMOUNT OF SHITPOSTING MATERIAL THIS SEASON HAS
  • NOT TO MENTION THE AMOUNT OF DABBING LANCE AND SHIRO ALONE HAD
  • AND CORAN’S ‘SLIPPERIES’
  • NOT TO MENTION CORAN’S AGE STUFF
  • I THINK I HEARD LANCE SAY ‘YEA BOI’ AT ONE POINT
  • Paul Blart Mall Cop is the antagonist to an episode. Just him. No one else. He’s enough to chase 4 Paladins+Coran off an entire moon. A Meme on a space Swegway.
  • MERMAIDS DON’T NEED PANTS
  • Space Dad Lives 2k17 > Space Dad Lives 2k16

What Don’t we Know?:

  • So who was that guy Keith rescued? He never said anything?
  • What’s Prince Lotor gonna be like?
  • WHERE ARE PIDGE’S FAM HONESTLY
  • What happened with the past paladins all we know is there was a ‘dark past’ and Zarkon betrayed them
  • HAGGAR WYD
  • What’s the deal with Keith’s family? Are they Texan? Alien?
  • What happened to Lance and Hunk? I mean they aren’t hurt but where was their character development I did say we were salty
  • SHIRO. IN GENERAL. SHIRO.
  • GUYS WHAT WILL SEASON 3 BE LIKE I’M PANICKING
More Crush Imagines Blogs

Hey guys!!! 

I decided to link several blogs that I think deserve more recognition. Their work is wonderful and I know you all will love their blogs. I know I do. 

Here they are:

Smolmaniac : This girl is my main shawty and we have the craziest convos. She does a variety of beautifully crafted imagines that range from dreamy and cute to heated and hot. 10/10 would read her work.

Crushed With Love Imagines : A blog ran by two sweethearts named C and D. I love their imagines and hope they continue posting on the regular. 

Your Celebrity Crush Imagines : Imagines that fit for both dreaming about your celeb crush AND your real life crush. What more could you want? 

Cute Crush Imagines : Wonderful blog that posts deliciously fluffy imagines and is LGBTQ friendly. 

Long Crush Imagines : Really long and beautifully detailed imagines that make me explode with feels. Also LGBTQ friendly. 

My Crush Imagines : Fabulous imagines that make you wanna scream from fangirling. 

So, there they are! These blogs are active and I just wanted to direct all you wonderful followers of mine to enjoy some of the genius creators’ work, too. 

Have a wonderful day, you dirty mofos.

Keep dreaming!~Logan

P.S. A new imagine will be posted tonight. Sorry for the delay. <3

Nobody Got a Happy Ending

I was satisfied to a point with the season finale yesterday that I didn’t want to complain because all I wanted was some kind of happy ending, a beautiful defan scene and a Damon and elena final interaction whatever it may have been and that’s what I got. But the more you think about the final, the more you rewatch gifs and scenes and the more interviews come out. The more you release that no body got any happy ending on this show and we really all just got fucked over one last time.

-Although it seemed as if we left the love triangle in season 4, Stefan had moved forward and Damon finally had his shot at happiness, even though he stabbed his brother in the back to get there. The writers have confirmed in a whole lottttta interviews straight after the finale episode that the Damon and Elena ending we got was not the ending THEY wanted and would have written. So they made a beautiful ending for a part of a fandom only to rip away the whole thing by releasing statements suggesting the couple was never meant to be together and if they had the time Stefan and Elena would have ended up together. Not only is this a slap in the face to Damon and Elena fans but also to Stefan and Elena fans while also stripping away Elena’s character by suggesting once she’d had her fill of Damon she would return and have a happy ever after with Stefan like nothing had happened.

-Stelena fans got a beautiful scene which was well deserved but also lucked out as the writers again have confirmed Stefan and Elena would have been together but ultimately it didn’t happen, teasing their whole relationship making that side of the fandom hopeful for an explanation and a story line that is never going to come. Even though the writers have said that this couple would have ended up together I do not believe they would have done anything differently and even if Nina had stayed on the show Damon and Elena would have still ended up at the same place as it was set up since the beginning. So that leaves Stefan and Elena fans being trolled by the writers as they didn’t get any happy end and Elena was more interested in if Damon was “okay” then the concept of Stefan dying as usual so they threw them a bone quickly by saying oh but we would have had Stefan and Elena together hoping they would be satisfied to some extent. Which then gets rid of three years of story lines and leaves the stelena fandom without a proper ending.

-Steroline fans were put through the ringer, given a beautiful ending and then it was just destroyed in the matter or 5 minutes even though all the writers and actors seemed loved Stefan and Caroline together apparently the ratings of the originals is more important.

-Bamon fans were played since the end of season 5 and forced to stay in hopes the thin line the writers had created between friendship and something more was crossed between these two characters even though the writers had no intention ever exploring these two in a romantic way. It also didn’t help that Ian was lashing out at Nina and Kat also seemed like it was appropriate to weigh in on everything Ian Somerhalder related. Giving fans false hope and creating some kind of forced but also natural friend chemistry between actors to try and push for Bamon, which would have destroyed everything Damon had done on the show previously and everything bonnie stands for just because Ian didn’t want scenes with Nina anymore.

-The actors on this show have never been any type of professional whether it be online, at conventions, just talking about the show in interviews or with their treatment of eachother. You could tell for a while now the actors just wanted the show to end and more than anything they wanted out and away from eachother. Ian and Nina destroyed any type of beautiful delena scene with their horrible acting and just treatment of eachother away from the show. The more you rewatch all the Damon and Elena scenes in the final the more you also released not only was Nina and Ian’s scenes acted out terribly with little to no emotion but you can literally see that they are not even really kissing when reuniting and Ian lips are on her chin in a way lots of actors kiss to make the illusion of a passionate makeout session without actually having to kiss. The cast in general not only let the fans down when it came to celebrating the show but also respecting ships, respecting eachother and honouring the final episode by celebrating the end and giving the fans some kind of closer after we spent the last 8 years with them giving them and many others the jobs and opportunity to even be on this show by being invested in this show. Instead we got cast drama, cast breakups, the main character killed off for a couple years, no final Damon, Stefan and Elena photo? And years of interviews disrespecting fans and disrespecting every ship that has ever been on the show.

-The writers destroyed any development in the storyline between season 7 and 8 bringing everything back to before Elena died and before Katherine went to hell just to include both of them in the final episode. So all couples, character development and growth was literally for nothing and thrown out the window the second the writers saw the opportunity. As they stripped Damon’s character down again making him ass whipped over Elena to the point he left all his friends and family which was very unrealistic at this point in the story, they also destroyed Stefans character to give a mediocre ending to the story, they left Caroline alone after years and years of different boyfriends and children to just sit back and watch everyone die, they left bonnie alone again with the love of her life just being killed for shock value and to redeem Stefan which was every unnecessary, they turned alarics character into one that was loved by all to one I found myself wanting to kill every episode the show continued, they just killed Tyler completely for no reason and matt was given a shit ending, hardly any screen time and some hardly believable bullshit about his parents having some kind of supernatural influence on the town.

All in all we all got fucked over for maybe 4 out of the 8 years we watched this show. Not one ship got the happy ending any of us deserved, there wasn’t really a happy ending at all just a hot mess of trying to fit as many characters into the last episode as possible. While also trying to developed a story that was completely rushed and in the end made no sense. Left stefan dead for no reason? Left bonnie defying Kai’s rules when there was apparently no way to before? Left no couple together but Damon and Elena but the ripped that away saying if there was more time they would change that ending and then just added a bunch of sad music and then just….left us.

I have never been so disappointed in the way a show has treated it’s fan base and I don’t think I’ll ever be this disappointed again. I hope this is a lesson to all long running tv shows in the future what not to do to leave everyone unsatisfied, confused and heartbroken. These character were so beautiful and deserved so much better, as fans we also deserved better and I severely hope that the writers and actors look back on these past 8 years and release how much they fucked up what could have been the most iconic show on television by now giving it the title of that show that had 3 good seasons.

Jonas, Emma, og Eva

I’ve seen a lot of posts saying Jonas still has feelings for Eva, and that he only invited Emma to Sana’s Eid party so that he’d have a distraction since P Chris will be with Eva. That could be, but I have another thought…

I think he will always love her in a way - the way all of us always love our first loves. (And the way everyone is in love with Eva because… she’s Eva.)

But, you can see him thinking as his friends are weighing in. Magnus thinks P Chris is hot enough (hehe), and Isak says he’s not really a bad guy. Jonas trusts Isak.

I think we see him realize that he doesn’t really have a say in who Eva dates anymore, that his possessiveness and jealousy was more of a reflex than anything..

I think Jonas realized he didn’t have any real reason not to be decent to P Chris, and figured maybe he deserves a chance since he seems to really be trying with Eva (again based on his friends’ input). He realized that he needs to let Eva go (at least for the time being) and stop treating Emma unfairly. So he decided to do the mature thing - respond kindly to Chris, and stop hiding Emma.

Okay, so time for me to discuss the last two chapters beyond me screaming about Kirishima. This is not in order or anything, just my thoughts:

•Kirishima telling the civilians to run away. Something a lot of the other characters, even the very heroic ones, might not have remembered to do. This boy scored high on this part of the exams for a reason.

•This chapter is the culmination of all the little tiny things we’ve learned about Kiri. He doesn’t give up (he managed to befriend Bakugo for Pete’s sake), he is insecure about the usefulness of his quirk (and himself), and that he is heroic to his bones

•An expansion of his quirk! I don’t think we’ve seen much quirk growth from anyone but Izuku, so this is awesome

•The teeny moment everyone is talking about— Bakugo being supportive! Bakugo remembering what Kiri said at the sports festival! We’ve seen Kiri give and give to Bakugo, and only seen small moments of return, and this is a mich bigger one. Bakugo sort of puts Kiri in the same category as All Might (in comparing how they never give up) which is huge!! This is proof that being kind to someone, who maybe doesn’t even deserve it, can have big pay off

•Kiri trying to talk the villain down! Despite beibg a hot head and ready to fight, he also knows that’s not all a hero means. He demonstrates, more than a lot of the charas, that he really understands being a hero. Bakugo and Izuku sees it as someone of unwavering strength and will (they’re learning but I’m saying Kiri just does it naturally), but there are much more human aspects to it

•Discussing Kiri’s insecurities! They’ve mostly been one off lines from him, but now we really get to see that he really means them. He somehow sees himself as inadequate or lesser (despite chapter 133 proving thats definitely not the case) and he needs to work through these self esteem issues

•Kirishima spotlight! He’s slowly been building up in prominence and it’s peaked, where he gets multiple focus chapters

For anyone like me who adore Kiri, these two chapters have been marvelous, and I’m looking forward to the next few