we have been friends for 5 years

Things I think get overlooked in fanworks about each character in Team Voltron:

  • Shiro is fairly short-tempered and snaps at people very quickly if he feels like they crossed a line first (See: initial impression of Kolivan). In general, if Shiro doesn’t like you, he doesn’t mince words (early in s2e3, before he realizes Ulaz is helping him, and Shiro’s whole diatribe against Zarkon in s2e7)

  • Pidge overthinks to the point of panicking (see: s1e1 on the Green Lion’s planet) and a lot of her snapping is primarily defensive in nature- a happy and comfortable Pidge can be mischievous but usually with a very different tone. Much of her snide behavior deteriorates as she comes to trust the team more, though it makes a return if she’s upset or frustrated. 

  • Keith responds positively to being hugged, but also awkwardly (Hunk bearhugs him in s1e2 and he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond, but doesn’t pull away when Lance does. In s2e9, he and Shiro hug each other when parting ways, something we also see between Allura and Coran). It suggests that Keith is to a degree touch-starved and unsure of how to initiate or ask for intimacy. 

  • Coran has a hell of a grudge on Zarkon (s1 finale, remarks that he’s been waiting ten thousand years for a shot at him) and probably has his own turbulent feelings about the fall of Altea that he’s likely downplaying for the benefit of the rest of the team, particularly Allura. In general, though, we have seen Coran get very angry very quickly if he feels like someone is disrespecting or threatening Allura.

  • Hunk is a sweetheart and likes to take care of his friends, but can be very suspicious of strangers- these seem related, as he’s the main one to bring up Lance’s near-death experience after s1e4 and 5 and voice it as a reason not to trust Rolo and Nyma. 

  • Lance seems to deliberately control and to a degree calculate his reactions the most out of the team. Many times, he can be seen actively gauging others’ responses and modifying his behavior- in s1e1 on Earth he specifically brings up the Kerberos mission in private to see how Pidge reacts. That said, for all of his calculation, he actively looks for opportunities to be honest with people. 

  • Allura appears to have difficulty admitting vulnerability to people she is unfamiliar with, and we see her most readily seeking comfort and voicing insecurities to those she is the closest to (Alfor, Coran, the mice) though she has been gradually opening up to the team. Especially if threatened or disquieted by something her response is to present as sterner and less affected than she really feels. 

How VICE media’s new platform Broadly STOLE my Caramel Curves project!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Broadly is supposed to be a station that VICE created to empower women. Broadly was allegedly created for women, by women and about women. They proudly boast about how they are feminists and are bringing women together. Don’t let this camouflage fool you like it fooled me. Broadly is a vulture. A soul sucking parasite that can only survive by leaching every ounce of original content from it’s host.
I am a victim that Broadly chose as a host and extracted it’s ideas and original content from. A few months ago I shared with a friend that I wanted to turn my photo project about the Caramel Curves into a doc. This friend started working for Broadly, pitched my idea and in May they asked me if I would make a short doc about the Caramel Curves for them. They explained that it would be a celebration of my photographs and that I would have creative control over almost everything. We discussed my role as the co director over and over again. At a meeting with some of the Caramel Curves, Broadly assured them that I was co directing this project. The leader of the Curves told Broadly that the only reason why she was going to let Broadly make a documentary about the group was because she trusted me. She also told them that If I was not directing the film her and the gang were out. VICE promised me and the Curves that we would be shown the footage that was shot, weigh in on the editing, and approve of the final cut before the piece was published.
I pushed for a crew from New Orleans but Broadly insisted on sending me a crew that was already VICE staff. After all they were facilitating the budget, so I agreed. After sending me a crew from New York City and a camera man from hell we spent a few days shooting this project. The conditions were incredibly stressful. It was a daunting task to get the dp to listen to anything that I told him. He refused all direction regarding his camera work, but was happy to have me direct the Curves.
I should have trusted my gut and been more assertive but since one of the people that I was working with was a friend that I’ve known for over 5 years I decided to just roll with the punches. At one point my lovely subjects - smart and amazing Caramel Curves became very suspicious of VICE and Broadly and wouldn’t sign release forms. They also wanted a guarantee that they could have copies of the footage for their personal use. The crew and I discussed this obstacle and the camera man from hell came up with an idea. He callously said, verbatim “I just got back from Ghana where we were shooting a doc about boxing. You should just do what I did when I was there - just lie to them and tell them they are going to get what ever it is that they want. I mean, we are never going to see these people again.” I was absolutely appalled. That pretty much set the mood of the entire shoot. I felt pitted between my subjects who I much respect and the dubious Broadly crew.
The Curves came out of the shoot unenthusiastic. They didn’t send their release forms to VICE. My “friend” at VICE put pressure on me to get them. I told her that we wanted to see the footage. She kept stalling… She would apologize and tell me it was coming. The pay check also never showed up, same story. I sent the releases, trusting my friend", and also VICE as a normal law abiding media outlet, to finish the project according to our contract. I was paid when they received the releases, but was never sent the dailies. No rough cuts, no outlines, no paper edits. Then, an email with a link to a rough cut, and a second email a day later saying sorry the piece is online! I was never able to show the Curves the edit, nor give my input. For this, and many other reasons, the piece is shallow. It kind of sucks compared to the real story of the Caramel Curves, which is beautiful. None of us in New Orleans are happy about the process at all. Vice doesn’t mind if we are deceived exploited and disposed then of.
Last week Broadly launched their awful site and kicked it off with my Caramel Curves project. This is a project that I have spent 2 years working on. That friend that I was telling you about earlier, well she took most of the credit, and her little minions that got sent down from New York with her got whatever credit was left over.
I complained to Hannah Gregg. She left me a voicemail and a text that apologised for what had been done and basically said that she knew they fucked up, but it was too late to do anything about it. I posted this story on my instagram and Tracie Morrissey, the creator of Broadly left me a few comments. She told me that I didn’t actually do anything for them and that I should be ashamed of myself for trying to claim this project as mine.
VICE didn’t know what to do with creative women so they made a ghetto for them called Broadly. Please spread the word that VICE and Broadly are vultures and will do anything they can to steal original content from independent artists. Don’t let them take advantage of you or anyone that you know.

  • Persona 3: We part as colleagues who accomplished an important mission at great cost.
  • Persona 4: We part as good friends who will always remember growing up together during our wonderful year in the country!
  • Persona 5: Shit, the feds are on to our polyamorous Satanic crime ring, everyone get in the van.

okay hear me out

I’ve been listening to these songs 1  2  that were cut from the musical (probably because they made it too long or because they talked about things that were later resumed in other songs) AND I’VE COLLECTED SOME THINGS

We can consider this canon, those are facts that don’t affect the plot and were made by the authors so I’m stuck with it.

1. In this song Cynthia says this: ‘ The missing pills from the medicine cabinet.
The missing kid found passed out in the park.’ so THANKS TO THAT WE NOW KNOW HOW AND WHEN HE DIED. Probably after that first day of school, because he was absent three days after someone found him, he grabbed those ‘missing pills’ and died due to pill overdose.

2. Also in that first song she says he ‘used to love jokes! when he was a little boy? ‘why did the chicken cross the road?’ he had a million answers to that one!’ so, like any cheerful little kid he liked jokes that probably turned to bitter sarcasm with the years. 

3. There’s this other song in which Cynthia says ‘ Saw the counselors and the clinics
And the cures a mother tries
Cause maybe they could take away that anger in your eyes’ which means they were trying. He probably was on meds and probably was tired of psychiatrists. 

4. Both songs talk about how Cynthia and Connor fought after dinner every dinner and how Connor pulled himself away with every fight:  ‘ We went to battle every evening after dinner
I thought I knew some way that I’d get through to you,
In the bedroom down the hall
We fought a war where no one walked away a winner
Cause every day you pulled a little more away,
Remember?’ and ‘ All that I’ve thought about is how hard he would slam that bedroom door,
Every night after dinner.
Wild-eyed and weary, from all those nights of fighting a war
Where no one was the winner.’

5. Okay this is not about Connor but we now know Connor and Evan had one thing in common. Heidi about Evan: ‘In the bedroom down the hall
I surprised you with that comic book collection
Next Halloween,
I dressed you up like Wolverine,
Remember?’  and Cynthia about Connor  ‘The years of trick or treating, my spiderman, he stood at 4 foot 2, such a happy child.’

THEY BOTH LIKE COMICS!!! so they could have been friends they actually had things in common and thanks to these songs now we know Connor was a human and not a monster. Sure, he was mean and that’s not nice nor forgivable but at least we know (thanks to a little bit of light) that he was  really trying.

I wonder what would have been of them both if they had talked things out, Evan and Connor I mean. I know mental illnesses can not be magically cured by a lover but having someone by your side (as a friend too) really helps, and they were in the same position so maybe they would have been of help for each other.

anyway that’s all

married part 4- h.s imagine

part 1

part 2 

part 3 

Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.

“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”

“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.

Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”

Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”

Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”

Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.

“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”

Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”

You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”

Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”

Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”

You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.

You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.

“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”

Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”

You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.

“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”

You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.

Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.

When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.

Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”

Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”

“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.

Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM

With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.


You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.

Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.

i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!

you can find the rest of my writing here

you can find part 5 here


Summary:  You were visiting home for the weekend to find out that your parents have hired a new babysitter.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Rated M - under 18 you have been warned :)

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You were finally coming home to visit your family, from spending an exhausting year at college. Summer break! Finally some relaxation, hopefully. Your younger siblings might make that impossible.

As soon as you packed your bags for the next few months you had to say goodbye to your roommate/ best friend.

“We are definitely hanging out.” You gladly accepted her request. She only lived an hour from your parents house.


As you stood outside your family home, something felt different. You felt like you’ve been gone for so long. You were only a freshman in college, so much change in so little time.

You walked into your house expecting loud chaos from your brother and sister but surprised from the quiet.

“Hello….I’m home.” No answer.

You heard faint screaming in the backyard. As soon as you open the sliding glass door, you saw the kids running, your father grilling and your mother basking in the sun. You missed this.

“(Y/N)’S home!!” You heard your brother and sister run over.

“I missed you guys.” You said as you got smothered into hugs.


The few hours you have been home, your old childhood friends were already contacting you to come hang out tonight. It was already 6 o'clock when you went downstairs ready to leave but you noticed that your parents were dressed in a fancy get-up.

“Are you guys going out?” You wished for a no, but judging by their clothes that would be unbelievable.

“Yes, the company your father works for is hosting a dinner party.”

You did your best to try to stay calm, you knew if you complained about having to babysit, you would sound stubborn from only being home a day.

“Does that mean I have to stay home?”

“Where are you going?” Your mother questioned.

“Liz and Sana asked me to come over.” You nervously asked.

“Can Tae watch us?” Your twelve year old brother interrupt.

“Please, please.” Your seven year old sister joined in.

“Who’s Tae?” You asked your parents.

“He’s the babysitter we hired while you were at school.” He?

“Okay I guess, you guys wear that poor kid out.” Your mother answered. He must be some high school kid trying to make money for a new car or worse video games.

“So…I can go?” You already tried to walk towards the door.

“Fine….I’ll call Taehyung….but please keep your phone on just in case.” Your mother demanded.


“These were the days.” Sana said as she sipped her beer. You were at a beach party, scattered around a bon fire. In high school, this was your weekend. Even though you’re not old enough to drink, but that never stopped the young people around here.

It’s your decision to not get too drunk though. You hated the experience and you got grounded for a month.

“Hey (Y/N), long time no see.” You saw your ex, if you can call him that Youngjin.

You dated him for a solid month, until you found out he was cheating on you. After you broke things off he would occasionally hit on you and other women in your perspective. It got annoying that you even gave him a bloody nose once.

“Aren’t you looking beautiful tonight.”

You didn’t answer you just smirked and turned your back.

“I’m going to get a drink.” You left.

As you leaned down to open the cooler you felt someone aggressively grab your ass. The pain shot your attention to the person behind you. Youngjin.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” You felt a little dizzy from the alcohol but you still had your right mind to not let that type of behavior pass.

“What’s wrong, don’t you like that?” He teased.

You pushed him away hard enough to make him lose his balance.


Youngjin had ruined your night and you decided to head home. You didn’t feel sick but you did feel tired. As soon as you got home you saw your parents pull up the driveway. Great, what if they can smell the alcohol on you?

You followed your parents footsteps walking through the door.

“How were they?” You heard your parents talking in the living room.

“They were good.” You heard a genuine voice. Must be the babysitter.

“They’re sleeping already.” Your mother told your father.

“Oh (Y/N)….come meet Taehyung.” Your mom caught you half way up the staircase.

You quietly groaned as you made your way to the living room.

“Tae this is our daughter (Y/N).” Your mother moved out of your view to reveal your new replacement and your siblings new best friend.

“Hel-” You started to say but got caught off guard as soon as you saw the mystery man. You felt your mind go into a daze, he was so handsome. You felt butterflies in your stomach, how can someone make you so tongue tied.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. As soon as you felt him embrace your hand you felt tingles shot throughtout your body.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled an adorable smile that made you felt weak. “Your brother and sister share a lot of stories about you.”

You immediately blushed, knowing your sibling those stories were most likely embarrassing.

“Thank you for coming.” Your mother grabbed his attention from yours.

“It’s no problem, they’re entertaining.”  Your father laughed patting him on the back.

“Have a safe drive home.” Your mother hugged him. He really was your replacement, he was like part of the family now. He even got your brother and sister to bed quicker then you ever have.

“Bye.” You were caught staring the entire time.

“Have you been drinking?” You didn’t pay attention to your mother, you only paid attention to the adorable creature smirking at you as he walked out the door.

“(Y/N)? You have haven’t you? I can smell it.” Your mother pinched the top of her nose to stop a headache passing through.

“Those girls have always been a bad influence.”

“Mom no worries I only had like two drinks….trust me the first time was enough for me I never want to get drunk again.”

“Okay fine but please be responsible, you’re still considered under age.”

“For only three more months.” You defended.

“Doesn’t matter sweetie, the law is the law.” Your father rubbed your back then went upstairs.

“So Tae was cute wasn’t he?” Your mother teased.

“Mom.” You tried to hide your blush.

“He’s a nice boy.” Then your mother left you alone with your thoughts.


You made your way to the kitchen too early for your liking but school got you in the habit, even though you still felt groggy.

“(Y/N) sweetie, Taehyung will be here later to pick this up okay?” Your mother waved an envelope. “We didn’t have the cash to pay him last night, so he’s coming to pick it up okay.”

“Okay.” You yawned.

“Come on lets go.” Your mother guided your brother and sister out so they wouldn’t miss the school bus. They still had a another three weeks of school left.


You were bumming around just watching TV, when you heard the doorbell. You didn’t even think about it, you just got up and dragged yourself to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. Shit! Your mothers words flashed through your mind. Taehyung was suppose to pick up last night’s pay. If only you were more awake when your mother told you.

Here you were standing in front of an attractive man, wearing yoga shorts, baggy t-shirt, and hair tied up in a messy bun.

“Hi.” You nervously greeted.

“Hey.” He smiled. Butterflies, as he looked at your attire up and down.

“Sorry, I completely forgot you were coming.” You ran to kitchen quickly. As you searched through the kitchen drawers you couldn’t figure out where your mom could have put the envelope.

While you were still searching you heard someone clear their throat to get your attention.

“I got it.” You saw him take it off the magnet from the fridge.

“There it is.” You embarrassingly stated, causing him to laugh.

“How come you’re not in school, I figured you’re in high school?”

He laughed. “No I’m twenty-one.”

“Oh.” He’s older then you. “Are you in college?”

“No, I work with my parents.”

“Cool.” You said cheerfully, but you were just an awkward mess.

“I guess I better get going.” He smiled and started to leave.

“Okay see you later….or not…or I don’t know.” He turned around slightly and arched his eyebrows. Then he laughed cutely and shut the door behind him. You slapped your forehead disappointed in yourself.

“Why are you so awkward?” You whispered to yourself.


“You better be here in ten or we are leaving without you.” Liz snapped at you on the phone.

It was a few days later and your parents made plans for a social gathering for another work related thing. Your parents were pretty popular around the neighborhood.

You basically begged your mom to call Taehyung to babysit at last minute because your friends were hounding you to go to another party.

Your mother made the call, apologizing in the process, but you had to wait for Tae to get here yourself because your parents were running late. Your brother and sister was of course excited, they beg for him to be here all the time, even if your parents are home.

When you hung up the phone call with your friend, you heard a knock on the door.

You rushed over to answer and there he was, looking attractive as ever.

“Hi.” You greeted. He smiled, but as soon as he saw your outfit he was taken back. You couldn’t read his facial expression, he just looked shocked. Was it too much? You settled in a tight black skirt, stopping mid-thigh and a long sleeve black and red crop top that stopped right before your waist. It wasn’t too revealing but not too clean either.

As soon as he slightly brushed past you, you heard your sister run into the room and attacked Tae with hugs, not to long your brother.

“Okay, my number is on the fridge if you need me.”

“Bye.” Your sister waved, not even paying attention.

“I wont be too long.”

“Don’t have too much fun.” Taehyung smirked.


The party was a disaster, it was over crowed, you were constantly getting dry humped on by dumb drunks and better yet your friends abandoned you, probably some random hook up. You have only been here two hours and counting.

As you were getting ready to leave, you bumped into someone. “Hey sexy.” Youngjin. Ugh.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Goodbye,” but before you could leave he grabbed your wrist pushing you up against the wall.

“Let go.” He put his lips onto yours. You tried all your strength to push him off but he was not budging.

You bit his lip as hard as you can and kneed him in the stomach, giving you a few seconds to make a run for it.

“You bitch!” You heard him shout in pain.


You drove home as quick as you can not caring about leaving your friends. They can find their own ride. You didn’t even have an ounce of alcohol this time, maybe if you did you would of enjoyed yourself more. But you were proud you didn’t, Youngjin would of probably of taken an advantage of you and you would of let him.

Honestly you wished you could of met someone like your friends, you’ve been single for a long time and worse, sexually frustrated. Seeing your college friends in relationships were quiet envious. As you can tell though you have a lot to learn, you are too awkward with attractive men. Tae for example, he probably thinks you’re weird.


When you pulled up to the house, you noticed your parents weren’t home yet, as expected. You entered and you saw your brother sleeping in the recliner and your sister cuddled up next to Tae, trying to stay awake.

Tae looked at you surprised that you were home sooner then he thought.

“Hey.” He greeted. “How was whatever?”

“Sucked.” You slouched on the love seat.

“Date?” You were surprised at his annology.

“Party.” You looked down. “And my friends ditched me again so I wasn’t having fun.”

“That’s because they suck.” Dara, your little sister yawned.

“I think it’s time you go to bed.” You got up as you guided your sleepy brother up to his bedroom.

When you left his room, you saw Tae carrying Dara on his shoulder, gently putting her to bed.

“Thank you…you can go home if you want.” You suggested.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He kindly offered.

“Yeah.” You blushed.

You followed him downstairs to the living room.

“I’ll make some popcorn.” You left and went to the kitchen.

You sighed, still thinking about the party. What’s wrong with you?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You heard Tae sweetly ask as you turned around.

“It’s nothing really, I just wish I could meet the standards that my friends have….I’m always a buzz kill.”

“What do you mean?” He questioned getting closer.

“My friends are so pretty and so good at talking to attractive guys….I mean thats why I can’t even talk to you.” You rambled as you turned around to the ding of the microwave. Then it hit you of what you just said.

When you turned around embarrassingly, he was leaning on the counter next to you.

“You have trouble talking to guys?” He questioned. You just nodded. “You’re talking to me right now.” He smiled.

“And if you ask me, a lot of guys are probably tongue tied talking to you.” He blushed. Wait. Did he blush at you?

You froze as he grabbed onto the counter behind you locking you in place.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“N-no.” You tried your best to speak. “Just nervous.”

He looked down shyly. “I felt intimidated as soon as I saw you.”


“Yeah…your sister talks about how pretty you are but I had no idea.”

Your breathing got heavier as you felt him lean in closer to you.

“Please hurry.” You whispered.

He arched his eyebrows surprised from your impatience. As soon as he press his lips to yours, he was surprisingly gently.

You kissed back, lacing your fingers through the back of his hair, slightly tugging. He grabbed your waist pulling you in closer so your hips were aligned, making the butterflies in your stomach shiver throughout your body.

You felt Tae deepen the kiss when you felt his tongue moisture your bottom lip trying to have access inside. It didn’t take you long to open your mouth, letting his tongue explore.

He slowly backed away to take a breather as he moved on to your neck. You bit your lips and tilted your head back as the pleasure was causing the dampness between your legs. The things you felt his tongue could do, you never felt more inexperienced in your life. You only had sex once and it was a dumb mistake with Youngjin, who purposely got you drunk. You don’t remember hardly anything from that night, so this was a new feeling to you.

Tae lightly sucking all up and down your neck, leaving marks behind. He reached around kissing you passionately again as he picked you up and placed you on to the counter top.

You both stopped for a second, resting your foreheads against each other. Your breathing was not slowing down from the gently touching, making his way up your shirt.

The adrenaline was revealing a side of you you never seen before. As he was making his way up to your bra, you grabbed a hold of his belt buckle. Your confidence getting the better of you. You undid his belt along with his pants.

“You really want to do this?” He asked concerned. You just nodded desperately.

“What if your parents walk in on us….I think it would be clear I would be fired.” You giggled from how cute he was.

“When it comes to social gathering my parents won’t be back till midnight….trust me.” You said lustfully.

He went back to kissing you, slowly pulling your shirt above your head and on to the floor. You placed your hand once more to his now open pants buckle, gently rubbing the sensitive area. As you started feeling him get harder he grabbed your hand stopping you.

“I wont last much longer if you keep doing that.” He laughed out of breath.

His fingers danced up your thighs making their way under your skirt. You felt his finger hook the edge of your underwear pulling them down.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, but you loved every second of it.

You saw Taehyung looked down disappointed. “I don’t have…..-protection.”

You laughed from the worry on his face. “What….I wasn’t planning on coming here, thinkin-” You kissed him to stop his ramble.

“It’s fine….I’m on birth control.” You pulled down the rest of your underwear and tossed them to the floor. He leaned into you closer, quickly pulling his pants down only enough to be exposed.

He leaned his forehead to yours for a second like he was thinking. Your breathing quickened when you felt his member brush your folds.

“You sure-” He asked once more.

“Yes Tae.”

Then he pushed into you, following your request. You quietly squealed from the surprise of his size. You stiffened until your body could adjust. “You okay?” He asked sweetly.

You nodded wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer. He started kissing your neck once again as he started thrusting inside of you deeper. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he quicken his movements.

He suddenly stop putting his hand over your mouth. “Let’s try not to wake your siblings okay.” He laughed.

“Sorry.” You pouted.

He rocked his hips as he leaned into you, kissing your neck diligently. He quickened his speed harder hitting your g spot. You felt a rush as the pleasure was setting in. The only sound was your heavy breathing and the light tapping from underneath you. You felt your walls clench as you heard his low grunts, the way he was turning you on you were going to let go any second.

“Tae.” You cried.

“Fuck….I’m-” You couldn’t get your words out. You were a moaning mess as you felt sensitive from your orgasm flooding through. You were trying to refrain yourself as best as you could, but the ecstasy was throwing you off. The new feeling made you numb.

“Shhhh.” He smirked.

You could tell he was close from his movements being sloppy. You embraced him with another tender kiss to ease his pleasure. You felt your body go weak as soon as his juices shot through your body warming you up, the whole experience made you feel drowsy. 

You guys were breathing heavy as you stopped to process what just happened. You bit your lip as you looked up at him nervously. “Do you want to go watch that movie now?” You suggested.

He looked at you amused and laughed. “Sure.”

You watched him back away from you and buckle his pants. You couldn’t help but blush, the way he looked at you was so sexy. You developed feelings for him in such a short time.

You were about to hop off the counter when he grabbed your hips helping you down. “Wow a gentleman.” You teased.

“I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” He nodded. As soon as you turned towards the stairs he grabbed your wrist pulling you to his chest. He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in a deep passionate kiss.

“Don’t be too long.” He bit his lip and made his way to the living room.


You and Taehyung were cuddled up on the couch with a blanket drenched over you. He would steal kisses from you here and there. He was sweet and adorable and the butterflies in your stomach were never ending. You were hoping that this wasn’t a one time thing. He made you feel….happy.


Your parents came home at the time expected, 1 o'clock.

Your mother came into the living room surprised to see that you and Taehyung were sleeping on the couch, cuddled side by side.

“Minho, come look at this.”

Your father just arched an eyebrow.

“They look so cute.” Your mother said.

“Should we wake them?” Your father asked.

“No let them sleep.”


Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

i’m going into my junior year of high school, the time when many students are getting ready to apply for college. many of my friends and peers have been concerned about what, exactly, they should be doing to prepare this year, and when. so, we held a college information session. this may be geared towards my specific area/region, but hopefully everyone can take something out of this. here are some tips that we learned:


questions to ask:

  1. what is your freshman retention rate?
  2. what is the percentage of students that graduate in 4 years? (new statistic: ¾ of students don’t; the average student takes 5 ½ years to graduate)

make sure there is written documentation of your visit

when reviewing applications, colleges note “touch points”– these include things like taking an official tour, sending in those cards you get in the mail, or something as easy as emailing one of their admissions counselors with a simple question. they’ll keep your information, and it may give you an advantage over other students because you showed you’re seriously interested in their school. so, even if you’re taking an informal campus tour, make sure to stop in the admissions office and fill out one of those cards with your information. it’ll be added into their system as a touch point– and you’re already one step ahead!


some things to remember:

  • the SAT and ACT are, for the most part, equally accepted by colleges.
  • certain schools may require an SAT subject test. make sure to check out programs you’re interested in so that you can prepare all of its requirements.
  • the SAT is a test of aptitude, while the ACT is more knowledge-based and straightforward. 
  • if you’re bright and a good test taker but maybe you don’t get the best grades, the SAT may be more fit for you.
  • if you’re more studious and focused on grades and retaining information you’ve learned in class, the ACT may be a better match. 
  • a guidance counselor recommends: take both tests once, and whichever you feel you performed better on, take it again. 
  • many colleges like to see growth in scores because it shows you’re really working towards something. this may change depending on the selectivity of the school, but consider this before only sending your best score. 
  • if you know what colleges you’re interested in, check and see what they prefer/require before taking the tests. most likely, you’ll save yourself a lot of time, effort, and money in the long run.


here’s a timeline of what was recommended for your junior year


  • take the PSAT again (this is the year that you can qualify for NMSQT). i’m not sure if this applies everywhere but i know where i live, this is a requirement.
  • if your school uses Naviance, make sure you have your login information. you should be using the tools it provides to research colleges and find out more about jobs you may be suited for.


  • take the ACT or SAT. if you’ve already taken the SAT, i suggest taking the ACT before doing the SAT again. 
  • this is around the time you should start visiting colleges if you haven’t already. if you can’t go to schools, look for information sessions and college fairs near you. if you’re on a college’s email list, they’ve likely sent you dates that they offer tours or perhaps are even hosting information sessions closer to you.


  • start asking for letters of recommendation!! many teachers give letters on a first-come-first-serve basis, so get ahead. usually you want to have 2-4 of these. think about programs and schools you may apply for, and think about what subject teachers may be most helpful in your application. also, check schools’ websites and see what they recommend/require. outside letters are also okay, if they’re from someone who knows you and your work ethic well. 
  • consider taking the SAT or ACT again. 
  • schedule your senior year. it’s no longer a time to slack off; colleges now look at your grades as late as third marking period. continue to challenge yourself, but also take electives that interest you to get a better idea of what careers you may want to pursue.
  • get the Common App essays from your guidance counselor. you should at least think about these over the summer to get an idea of what you’ll say in your application essays.


  • this is when the Common App is available for that year. many, but not all schools, use this. do your own research to decide if it’s a necessity for you.


  • very few students partake in college interviews anymore. requesting and interview may set you apart from other students (touch point!), but it is definitely not required or even recommended by the vast majority of schools.
  • if you know you will be going to grad school or a higher ed program, think about where you want to concentrate your money. a cheaper but respected undergraduate school may be a great idea to save money for a great graduate school. (you probably don’t care where your doctor went for their undergrad, but where’d they go to med school?)
  • check to see what courses certain colleges recommend you take in high school. this may be a good way to plan the rest of your high school schedule, and also gauge whether or not you can achieve a college’s expectations.

It’s no surprise that fans have been in total meltdown since we announced that the one and only HARRY STYLES performed a secret gig this weekend for Nova’s Red Room. This was a world-wide exclusive and now the wait is over friends… here’s everything that went down in that room.


With all that hype the location was kept CIA style top secret. All you need to know is he decided to save the arenas for next year and fans were just inches away from Harry Styles.


He played 5 magnificent tracks including ‘Sign Of The Times’, 'Two Ghosts’, 'Carolina’, 'Ever Since New York’…and 'Kiwi’. In between tracks he stopped and spoke to every single person in the room. WOW. That’s not even the best part. During 'Kiwi’ he sprayed the entire group with his water bottle. ROCK. AND. ROLL. So obviously, we will never bathe again.


A seriously lucky bunch of fans who won their way to Nova’s Red Room LA Edition. This was a non-ticketed event. Literally the only way to be there was to listen to NOVA and be dedicated to the cause. It really can happen folks! Before he left us, he had a message for all this Aussie fans:

“Thank you for all the support in Australia that I’ve had over the years…and with this album. I love you very much… You’re all so wonderful, and I hope that I will see you again on tour.”…You’re so nice to me and that’s lovely. I appreciate it.“

To stay updated on this exclusive gig follow NOVA on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, plus search #NovasRedRoom.

For now, we’ll just finish with this: The show was incredible. We cannot wait for him to come back to OZ. Can it be November already?


It was New Year’s Eve and Lydia was throwing a giant party. Everyone was there, including you, even though you would rather be at home watching Netflix.

The night was drawing towards midnight, 15 minutes to go. You could see the couples getting closer to each other and singletons who were seeking out other singletons to kiss when the ball drop. You on the other were not bothered if you ended up kissing someone at midnight or not.

Whatever happens, happens.

You were trying to find your friends, not one of them were in sight.

“Hey! Y/n!” Called a familiar voice.

“Brett? Hi! Have you seen Lydia or anyone? ” you questioned

He replied “ She’s kinda occupied, if you know what I mean”

“Okay ew I don’t need to know any more”

You and Brett continued chatting, only realising how long your conversation had been when the count down started,


“This is it” you said smiling


“2017 here we come!” Brett cheered

8, 7, 6, 5,

Brett looked at you, “Can I try something?”


“Sure!” You replied


“Okay” he said

“2!, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” You both screamed along with everyone else,

And with that said Brett took hold of your waist, pulled you closer and placed his lips upon yours.

im in need of some financial assistance, today i received a water bill from the city and it’s due in 5 days; i’m very meticulous about my mail because i noticed it was dated earlier than it arrived ( about an entire week ) but after talking with some other friends in my city they said similar things. 

i dont know if you know about the water crisis in my town, but little to no work has been done repairing the pipe infrastructure and there have been figurative bandaids being used – filters ( that don’t even really work ) and bottled water which seems to have been dwindling in supply.

last year we were told not to pay anything toward our water bills and we would be credited 75-80% of the total bill, but this has turned out to be a lie as beginning this year the crediting has been removed from bills and people are being forced to pay 20% of their total bills each month or face shut off of their water; even though our water supply has been tainted for years if you don’t have running water in your home its considered unfit for living, and if the state finds out – which they will – you could have your children taken away by the state.

i just finished paying off my house taxes for the last 3 years from my grandmother’s passing until the ownership of the house was transferred to me, my sisters and mother so this is blindsiding me.

I need $231.80 by 3/30, although honestly i’d be grateful if you could just spread the word. When I return to work I’ll speak with corporate to try to get an advance but I’m really in a tight situation after dumping everything on my house taxes.

My paypal is beiialedge@aol.com, and I’m really thankful if you could help or spread the word. Thanks.

Boyfriend Tag - Jeff Atkins

Request: Reader is a youtuber who is doing the boyfriend tag with her boyfriend, Jeff, when he decides to pop the question 

A/N: The reader is in BOLD || Jeff is in Italics || They were friends for 2 years and have been dating for the last 5, just for clarification.

“Hey guys, it’s (y/n) and today I’m doing the boyfriend tag with my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“I’m very nervous for this.” Jeff said, letting out a chuckle.

“You shouldn’t be, the questions are fairly simple. Okay, so I have a list of the questions on my phone. There’s 30 questions but we aren’t doing all of them. We’re only doing 17, since we’ve known each other since we were 17.”

“Alright, so you’re going to read a few and then I’ll read a few?”

“Yep! Besides some of them are for me and some of them are for you.”

“What’s the first question?”

“First question is…when and where did we meet?”

“Oh, that’s easy. We met the beginning freshman year in high school in biology class.” You smiled at the fact that he remembered. The last 7 years with him had been magical and scary, but you had never been happier with anyone else.

“Wow, I’m impressed you remembered the class. Nicely done.” Jeff smiled, looking down at his hands. You were lucky. “Okay, next one. When and where was our first kiss?”

“We had our first kiss after we won the championship game for baseball. I think it was the end of junior year.”

“I remember that day like it was yesterday. You hit the home run that made you guys win. You and two other guys scored.” You tell him, kissing him quickly. “Question three: When did you meet my parents?”

“I met your parents right after we started dating junior year. Your mom loved me and your dad talked to me about baseball.”

“I met your parents at the championship game actually. That’s when you told them we were dating.” You looked up into his crystal blue eyes, grinning at him. You considered yourself lucky that he survived his accident during his senior year, you never took anything for granted ever, but you really made sure to be grateful everyday. “Question number four: what is the first thing I do in the morning?”

“You roll away from the window and pull all the blankets with you.” You laugh, slapping his arm playfully. “But if we’re being serious, she usually gets out of bed and makes coffee.”

“When the alarm goes off, you groan and roll over. Once you actually get up, you make breakfast while I pour you coffee.”

“I don’t want to sound cocky, but I do make pretty good waffles.”

“That’s so true. They could be chocolate chip, banana, blueberry, and they all taste amazing!”

“Time for question number five. Who is my BFF?”  You couldn’t help to burst out into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You sounded like a girl.” Explaining it to him made you laugh even more.

“Okay, let me rephrase the question. Who is my best friend that isn’t you?”

“Probably Clay. He tutored you in high school, he helped you get me. I think you guys have a lot of history together. What about me?”

“I think Hannah. She was there for you the entire time I was in the hospital after my accident. She was there when I couldn’t be. I think that that’s an important quality in a friend.”

“Aw, Jeff you’re not supposed to make me cry.” He looked down at you as you looked up at him. His arm wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into his side before he gently kisses the top of your head. The questions continued for several minutes and consisted of very different questions like your favorite animal or his favorite food. Eventually you reached the 16th question. “Okay, question number sixteen. Complete this sentence: My girlfriend is __________”

“My girlfriend is…my everything.” You grab his hand and intertwine his fingers with yours.

“My boyfriend is…the one person who completely understands me.” Jeff looks down at your hand and squeezes it lightly.

“I’m making up the last question. I promise it’ll be a good one.”

“Go ahead, Atkins. I trust you.”

“Okay,” He stood up before getting on one knee, pulling the ring from his back pocket of his jeans. “My question is…will you marry me?”

Bucky (29)


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompts: 29. “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

Requested by: @girl-next-door-writes @jackstimelady @overlordred

A/N:  All requests and the prompt list can be found by searching #SpringTimeDrabbles

You and your best friend Bucky were sitting beside each other at round reception table.  One of the agents that worked closely with you and the rest of the Avengers was getting married and had invited you.  Neither you nor Bucky were eager to go.  You worked with Simone doing intel directly for the Avengers.  She was Nat’s personal liaison, you were Bucky’s.  It was how you had become best friends.  After all without you, he would have been dead by now.

Bucky looked over at you, his face mirroring your displeased one.  It wasn’t that you were unhappy for the couple.  You just frankly were over weddings.  This was the fifth of the year and it was only May!  Bucky and you had the same routine every wedding, you would keep each other company making jokes, eating and drinking a bit too much, you’d share a dance then both head home early to watch some netflix.

You had just finished your dance with Bucky and plopped back down to finish your cake.   Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye.  You two were slowly becoming the only ones not in relationships or married.  Hell it seemed like everyone but the two of you were paired up in one way or another.

Clearing his throat slightly to gain your attention, he turns to full face you, “Do you want to get married?”

You look at him slightly shocked, you take a moment and gather what you want to say, “I do.  I want the partnership, the friendship.  I want someone to have my back.  I want love, but let’s face it, I am way too busy to meet someone who gets my job.  What about you?”

Bucky had listened to you carefully, processing everything you said as if it was one of your briefings. “I won’t lie doll, I hadn’t really thought about marriage, or hell even dating, in decades.  I just want someone I can spend time with and not want to stab them.  That list is pretty small.”

You laugh and look over to the happy couples on the dance floor all holding each other close and swaying to the soft music playing.

“You ready to get outta here?”  Bucky nods in confirmation, standing he offers you his arm and the two of you make your way to his waiting car.

Bucky is unusually silent as you drive back to your apartment.  Once you unlock the door to your place, Bucky follows you in.  Bucky heads to the guest room where he had a stash of clothes and personal things.  He considered it his room since he was there so often, so he didn’t wait for you to encourage him to make himself at home.

After you had changed into some pjs, and wiped the makeup off of your face, you went to the living room plopping beside the pj clad Bucky.

“What’s with you?”  You couldn’t take the silence it had been 30 minutes since he had last spoke to you and it was driving you crazy.

“Nothing.  I’m just thinking.”

You laugh and elbow him, “Don’t think too hard you might hurt yourself.  Bucky faced you with an indignant look before turning to pounce on you tickling your sides.

Screaming with laughter you try and fail to get him to stop.  Bucky continued his assault for a moment more before finally relenting.  You gasp for breath a slight smile on your face, while looking at the man who was now hovering over you with a bright smile.

Without warning Bucky leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.  Without hesitating you returned the kiss, bringing your hand up to hold his face in your palm.  You hand stayed as he pulled away slightly, his eyes closed.

“Sorry.”  He leaned up and sat at the end of the couch, placing his head in his metal hand.

“Don’t be.”  you get up from off your back and move to sit close to Bucky turning your body sideways on the couch.

“I’ve wanted to try-”

Cutting him off with another soft kiss.  “I’m glad you did.”

“Fuck it - Do you want to get married?”  Bucky’s face showed nothing but seriousness.  You looked at him in shock before giving him a slight smile.

“What about dating?”

“It feels like we have been dating for over a year.  We know too much about each other.  You know my story and what my work life is like.  Y/n you are part of my work life, you know as well as I do the risk.  I wouldn’t have to worry about your safety and you like my friends. I don’t want to stab you and you’re beautiful and that kiss.  That small kiss has made me feel more in the last 5 minutes, than anything has in years.”

“You’re right. I want a ring though.”

“Of course.  Kiss me again?”

Arrow didn't deserve Laurel

Whether you loved her character off the bat, or took a few seasons to get to know her, you can’t deny that Dinah Laurel Lance drove the story of Arrow in a way no other character, including Oliver, could.

In S1E1, we see the first person he wants to see, the first thing he wants to do when given the choice to do whatever, is to go to Laurel and beg for her forgiveness. He isn’t even ready to talk about the traumatizing experiences,all he wants to do is apologize to the person who he stole everything from. Her love, her sister, and with it 5 years, as we later discover that Laurel spent a ridiculous amount of time either studying or pulling her father out of a bar.

”For all we know, Oliver could be dead and Sara certainly is, but there are people that are still alive. People who need us.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

A major plot point in S1 revolved around one question. “What happened to you on that island”. He wasn’t comfortable talking about it with diggle, his new partner. Not with his best friend, nor his sister, or with his mother. There have only been a few times where he spoke about it willingly. One being under oath at the courtroom, one while under a polygraph while under arrest, and the final time, being completely of his own free will, when he showed up on Laurel’s door, saying “I need to talk about what happened, can it be you?”

Laurel was literally what drove him on the island. Let’s not forget how both Yao Fei and Slade told him he stares at the picture too much, and if he continues he will die.

“I know that it probably sounds insane. It probably is, but Sara, she gave me this and when I wear it, it makes me want to help people like she did. Like she’s alive again.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

In S2 she had a tragic storyline. First she had to prosecute Oliver’s mom, then had to deal with severe depression and substance abuse. I don’t even think I need to remind people that she got an award for her performance at this part. Her struggles is what allowed them to bring Sara in as The Canary, and begin to introduce the tragedy that was shado’s death on the island and how traumatic it was for Oliver.All of this built up Slade Wilson, who may very well be the best villain arrow has ever had.

S3 wasn’t her best season, and that’s purely the writer’s fault. They didn’t transition her into the Black Canary well enough, and then gave her a terrible arc where for about 9 episodes she lied to her father about the fact that her sister was dead, and even disguised her voice to talk to their father as if she was Sara. Katie is an amazing actress, but this version of her was unlikable even considering how well she plays the character.

Regardless, she was suffering with her own trauma but still acted as the glue and the moral compass for everyone else. She befriended Nyssa Al-Ghul when she was practically treated as going rogue from the league, took in Thea when she discovered that Thea couldn’t handle living alone (whereas her brother just left to go play house with Felicity.) She and Roy formed an amazing duo while Oliver was presumed dead, and she took up the voice of reason for the team during the time as well, regardless of how she was suffering.

Originally posted by turtlejustice

“I’m sorry about what happened to Thea. I really am. I love your family, I always have. I just wish that sometimes you would give a damn about mine.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

Season 4 Laurel, or at least right before she died might have been the best version of her. After the arc with Constantine and Sara was resolved, she became the only one on the team who mattered to the viewer, and perhaps, the reason the show didn’t go under.

Roy was gone, Diggle was dealing with his rage and letting it out on his brother like a punching bag, Felicity was crying about something and blaming Oliver, and Oliver turned into a bitch who couldn’t do anything unless queen fefe approved. Laurel may have gone through the most traumatic experience of this time, having to go to her sister’s funeral twice only to see her resurrected twice, not to mention staying sober, yet she was the only level headed, calm and rational decision maker at this time.

Originally posted by sansa-starkz

“I know that the world isn’t fair. I know it’s a terrible place where people deserve to get punished and they don’t. I just, for just one night, I needed the world to be different.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

That is, up until Guggenheim decided to kill her off and have her last words be about queen fefe.

Arrow didn’t treat her as a character right, and didn’t show Katie Cassidy, an exceptional actress who was said to be constantly training for her role as the Black Canary, any respect because of it.

Guggenheim failed this series, and they’ve failed her legacy.

Originally posted by thepondscanary

Lashton Threesome::: Lessons

Pairing: Ashton, Luke, and Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k+

Rating: So. Much. Smut.

Requested:It was indeed

Guys…I apologize for what this may do to your body.

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My beautiful Sprousehart family, please stop worrying about why Lili didn’t go to NY with Cole, and about Sasha. The picture I’ve linked above is from one of Sasha’s recent stories. She’s got a bf, and months ago, when I first started following her, she had posted an IG story of herself waking up in bed with a guy who had the exact same hair as Zack. The man in her story was sleeping on his stomach, so I couldn’t see his face, but I recognised the hair straight away - it was Zack! So don’t worry; she and Cole are just very good friends. Plus, she lives in NY. How would Cole even have time to spend with her when he’s based in LA and Vancouver for most of the year! And the photos he posts of her on his Instagram page are old pictures he took last year. *Dylan doesn’t follow her on IG, so she can’t be that special to Cole. :)

With Lili not going to NY, that’s not surprising at all. Cole has pretty much packed everything for Vancouver (saw it in a few of Debby’s snap chats). So he’s pretty much set to move up there next week. Lili is probably still sorting all her stuff out before she leaves, and also wanting to spend time with her close friends, Nik and Taylor.
Remember, Cole didn’t go to some beach resort to relax; he went to stay with his brother and spend some time with him because he’s going to be gone for pretty much the rest of the year. This week isn’t Cole and Lili time; it’s Cole and Dylan time. :)

If my calculations are correct, Cole and Lili have only been dating for 5 to 6 months. That’s still the early stages of a relationship, especially one they’re being super secretive about. If we all knew Lili went to NY to hang with Cole’s brother and their group of friends then everyone would be sure they’re together. It’s too risky for them to be that obvious right now. Also, maybe Lili isn’t ready to meet his NY group; it could be overwhelming for her. Let’s at least be happy that he’s introduced her to his LA crew, Dayna and his stepmom. :) That’s a huge deal, and I don’t understand why more people haven’t made a bigger deal about it.
If you want even more reassurance, Cole and Lili don’t have to travel everywhere together. Dylan and Dayna have been together for about 4-5 years and Dylan travels without her all the time. Just over a month ago, he came down to LA to visit, and do a photoshoot, and Dayna stayed back in NY. So why can’t Cole and Lili do the same for a few days? They don’t have to act like conjoined twins all the time. 😜
They’re about to spend every single day together for pretty much a whole year. I think they’ll manage spending 5 days apart, especially because they’ve been seeing each other everyday for the past week.
After what we saw of them at WizardCon, I can’t believe people still doubt them. Have some faith, my loves. We’re going to be very spoilt in the next three months: filming starts in a few weeks, Comic Con in July, Cole’s birthday in August and Lili’s in September. We’re going to have confirmation sooner than we think. 💜

V.E. Schwab signs $1M deal with Tor Books
The Shades of Magic author will write four more books with the sci-fi/fantasy publisher

The deal comprises a brand-new trilogy called the Threads of Power, which will be set in the same world as the Shades of Magic series, as well as a fourth, separate book starring a female assassin in a future version of New York City.

“I am over the moon,” Schwab tells EW. “Tor’s dedication has been unwavering, and, alongside my formidable editor, I can’t wait to introduce new leads, explore uncharted ground, and revisit old friends.” [x]

+ Victoria has been sharing some details about the new trilogy on her twitter, including that we will have new lead characters plus the entire surviving cast from ACOL. According to her, Threads of Power is set 5-10 years after the events in ACOL and “there is a favor, an unkillable king, and a girl who can pull on the threads of magic.

Relationship Goals- Cole Fluff

Request:  May i ask for a Cole imagine? where YN like Cole is a former disney child star,but she stepped out from the spotlight for some time for herself and reunited with Dylan and Cole in college where they started to date The fans LOVE them together( they’re couple goals) and when it’s revealed that she’ll play Sabrina Spellman on Riverdlae, even the cast (also fans) freak out. what do you think?

Warnings: Mild language, fluff.

Notes: btw, J.B. Moranville is the actual producer of the show and Lee (Toland Krieger) is one of the actual directors too :) The scene that she’s shooting is when Veronica and Cheryl have a sleepover, but instead of Veronica, it’s Sabrina (your character) 


My head was buried in a book, at the library of NYU. A tap on my shoulder disturbed me from my intense study. Probably another fan. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when a fan comes up to me and asks for a photo or autograph, but it’s times like this -when I’m stressed for exams- when it’s not a good time to disturb me. I turn around though, and was faced by Dylan Sprouse - my best friend from when we were kids. Dylan, his twin Cole and I were the best of friends -inseparable even- when we were kids, because we were all childhood actors. We drifted apart due to life being thrown at us from all different directions. 

“Dylan! Oh my god! What are you doing here!”, I ask, leaping out of my seat and embracing him tightly. 

“Oh this and that”, he laughs. “Nah, Cole and I study here”

“Holy shit! How did I not know this”,I laugh. 

“Hey, sit with me at lunch? I’m over by the Washington Square Park”, Dylan smiled at me. I nod and agree. We said our goodbye’s and I went back to studying. 

– Lunch –

I made my way to the park area of the uni where Dylan said he’d be. As I got closer, I saw Dylan and a couple of his friends. 

“Ayee, look who finally showed up!”, Dylan laughed, getting up from his seat and embraced me.

“Cole, look who studies here too”


“Cole!”, I shrieked in excitement and embraced him in a tight him. I sat down in between Dylan and Cole and joined in on the conversation they were having with their friends.

– 5 years later –

Cole and I started dating a few months after we re-united at NYU. We announced it to the fans too; they absolutely love and support us, and we’ve been called “relationship goals” a lot. A Majority of our fans ships Cole and I.

Cole is currently working on a new tv show called ‘Riverdale’. The producer, J.B. Moranville, has asked if I would like to play the new character that’s being introduced named ‘Sabrina Spellman’. Of course, I agreed and have been filming for about two weeks. The whole cast and crew even call Cole and I “goals”. When we announced it to the fans, they went insane (in a good way of course). They came up of lots of theories about Jughead -Cole’s character -  and Sabrina getting together in the show, and most of them have even started shipping them.

“Oh, Y/n. Are you ready for the scene now?”, Lee, the director, asked. I nodded and placed myself on Cheryl’s bed and we shot the scene. 

“And cut!”, the director called out. “Take 15 everyone”. I got up and saw Cole and K.J messing around behind the cameras.

“Great job today, Y/n”, K.J smiles and high-fives me. I laugh and thank him.

“Do you get off early tonight?”, Cole asks me.

“Yeah I think so. Do you?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna do something?”, Cole asks. K.J laughs and smirks at us. I roll my eyes and reply;

“Nah, I’m too tired. Sleep is the only thing I want to do”

“Besides Cole of course”, K.J winks. I laugh and agree. 

“Sleep’s fine with me”, Cole says after laughing for a bit. 

After a few more hours, I get dressed into some sweatpants and one of Cole’s jumpers and wait for him to arrive back from set. I heard the door open after a few minutes of waiting.


“In here”, I call from the bedroom. Cole comes in within a matter of seconds and plops down on the bed, releasing a sigh of relief. 

“Relatable”. Cole laughs at my statement. 

“Let me go get changed and then we can cuddle”

“Sounds good to me”, I smile at him.

In 5 Years Time (Calum AU)

Hi y'all! So I decided to write a full length AU based on this short blurb I wrote last week. This is honestly one of my favorite things I have ever written so I hope y'all like it! 

(P.S. if you want an added effect have Haley Reinhart’s cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” on hand. I’ll tell you in the story when to play it.)

Word Count: 2,735

Warnings: None


The first time I saw him was on campus.

I was walking to the big lecture hall for my anatomy class and I saw him walking towards me. I thought to myself that he was very attractive with his ripped black jeans and his bright red Nike shoes, but I wasn’t interested in any boys. I wanted to focus on school, so I avoided his gaze and I kept walking.

The next time I saw him was the next semester in our shared psychology class.

He sat down right next to me on the first day and introduced himself as Calum Hood. He was still just as attractive as he was that first time I saw him. His hair was a mess of dark curls, but he covered them with a plain black snapback in an attempt to tame them. He had tired eyes that looked like they longed for sleep, but on this 8am Monday class, everyone else was tired as well. I sat through the entire hour and a half long lecture sensing that his eyes were on me. He would pay attention to the professor for little bits at a time, but his gaze would always return to me eventually.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He asked at the end of that very lecture, his brown eyes staring into mine hopefully.

“Sorry, I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.” I said as I left the classroom in a hurry, not wanting to stick around to see his defeated expression. The next time we had class was on Wednesday, and Calum sat down right next to me once again.

“I know you don’t want to go on a date with me, and that’s fine,” he stated as I finally looked over at him.

“but, can I at least get your name?”

“Y/N.” I replied with a small smile. I wanted to be friendly, but not so friendly that he thinks I’m going to change my mind. I’m not going to.

“Y/N,” he repeated.

“It’s nice to finally have a name to the face.” He smiled and swiveled in his chair to face forward and opened his notebook to get ready for the lecture. He had a very nice smile. His eyes seemed to light up and crinkle in the corners when he smiled at me. You don’t want a relationship. I had to remind myself. I was finding it quite hard to remember that when he was around.

Over the next few months we had struck up a friendship together. It had taken him a bit to break down my walls, but I eventually let him in. He had become one of my best friends. I knew I could tell him anything without judgement, and he knew he could do the same with me. The best part about Calum though was that after that first time he asked me out and I said no he never pursued it any further. He knew that’s not what I wanted and he respected that, so I was ever so surprised when he tried asking me on a date again 6 months into our friendship.

“Okay.” I told him.

“Really?” he asked surprised. I nodded yes to him and he engulfed me into a bone crushing hug. I didn’t really know why I had agreed to the date when my feelings on the matter hadn’t changed at all. Sure we almost had slip ups sometimes, his hand grazing mine before quickly pulling away or me thinking late at night about what it would be like to call Calum more than a friend, but I still didn’t want a relationship, at least I thought I didn’t, but when I saw him standing there completely vulnerable and nervously asking me on a date, my heart said yes without permission from my head.

“I’m so happy you said yes. You won’t regret it!” Calum said as he rushed out of my dorm room.

In the days leading up to our date I kept going back and forth on whether or not I should call and cancel. I wanted to cancel, I really did, but whenever I picked up my phone and saw his contact name all I could think about was how his whole face lit up when I said yes and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t crush him like that. Internally, I knew that it was wrong. I was going into this date with the intentions of not carrying on a relationship, and he was thinking a relationship was a strong possibility for us. Canceling would have been the right thing to do, but whenever I tried a small part of me would scream no, and curiosity eventually got the best of me.

So there I was on a Friday night, sitting on my bed and waiting for Calum. I had the door to my dorm propped open so I saw him as he walked up, but he knocked on the door twice anyway.

“Hey,” he smiled shyly.

“you look great.” he said as he stepped farther into my dorm until he was right in front of my bed. He extended his hand to me and I took it as I stood up.

“You do too.” I told him, a bright pink blush spreading across his face. And he really did. He was wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a dark blue and gray checkered flannel, but he somehow managed to make even the simplest of things look magnificent.

“You ready to go?” he asked me. I nodded yes to him and we strolled out of my room hand in hand. I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be holding his hand because I didn’t want to give him the wrong message, but I couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm his palm was and how perfect my hand felt resting in his, so I kept it there. I kept it there until we got to his car and I was forced to let go.

We didn’t say a whole lot on the car ride, just our normal banter, but the air had a different feeling to it than it normally did when we were together. It took me a few minutes to figure out what it was but then it hit me: I’m nervous. I couldn’t help but wonder why. Why was I so nervous around Calum? The same Calum that I’ve been best friends with for the past 7 months. The same Calum that has seen me in my most embarrassing moments, so why was I choosing now to be suddenly self conscious? When I looked at Calum I could tell that he felt the same nervous energy that I had. He was fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt with one hand and drumming on his steering wheel with the other when he normally didn’t do that.

“Why are we so nervous?” I laughed.

“I have no idea.” Calum replied, his tense shoulders relaxing with the relief of me mentioning it first.

“So lets not be nervous anymore then.” I shrugged.

“Agreed.” he nodded as he pulled up to my favorite Italian restaurant. He laughed when he noticed my excitement.

“I know how much you love their homemade spaghetti sauce.” Calum said. I really did love the sauce. Some of mine and Calum’s fondest memories were made while laughing and eating takeout on the floor of my dorm room with this very spaghetti sauce dripping down our chins.

We got seated at my favorite table. The table was right next to a stone fireplace with twinkly string lights hanging from the mantle. Quite a romantic spot.

“I’m gonna admit I was really surprised you agreed to go on this date with me.” Calum said.

“Honestly, I’m a little shocked I said yes as well.” I replied as I unwrapped my silverware from the thick black napkin.

“But I’m glad you did.” Calum said as he looked straight into my eyes. I can’t lie to him.

“I always have a good time with you Calum, but I have to be honest,” I started.

“I’m still not looking for anything super serious right now.” I looked at him to see his reaction and he just smirked at me and picked up his water glass.

“We’ll see about that.” I heard him mumble as he took a drink.

And we’ll see we did.

The rest of that night ended up going really well, so well that he kissed me in front of my dorm room door and I didn’t pull away. I sunk closer into him. I savored that moment. During that kiss was when the realization hit me that I didn’t want to spend any more time pretending that I didn’t want to be with Calum when I clearly did. I spent so much time fighting with myself trying to decide what I wanted that I didn’t realize he had been standing in front of me for the past 7 months. I fell head over heels in love. Any moment not spent with Calum was a moment wasted in my book. We were the big couple on campus and we weren’t afraid to let people know it. We were in bliss, but that all changed as graduation day approached.

We had been in relationship heaven for two years before we realized that we weren’t going to work. Calum wanted to move to Los Angeles to pursue his music production career and I wanted to stay in my hometown to remain close to my friends and family. We were so caught up in each other that we hadn’t thought to ever sit down and have a real conversation about where we were headed in life and, unfortunately, that was in two different directions.

“I’ll always love you, Y/N.” Calum said to me on our last night together.

“Goodbye Calum.” I said to him as he walked away from me, his bags in his hands and his head hung low.

That was the hardest moment of my life.



I couldn’t believe it was really my wedding day. It had been a long time coming, but when those double doors opened and I saw all my friends and family sitting there, and most importantly when I saw Calum standing at the end of the aisle, I knew it was all worth it.

Let me explain.

Yes, Calum and I had broken up after college graduation. About a year after our breakup, Calum and I reconnected while he was visiting home for the holidays. It ended up being a very drunken night where we both confessed we were still madly in love with each other. We decided we wanted to give our relationship another go. After the holidays, Calum went back to LA and I stayed at home and we tried the whole long distance thing for about 5 months before I realized that it wasn’t going to work for me, so I moved to LA. It took me awhile, but I had realized that yes, I wanted to be close to my family, but Calum was my family too, and without Calum in my life my family didn’t feel complete. So fast forward two years and Calum proposed in our hometown in front of my whole family on our anniversary, and fast forward one more year and here we are: on our wedding day.

“I remember the first time I saw you.” Calum said nervously when he started his vows.

“You were walking to class wearing those ratty converse that you still even now refuse to throw out, and you had your head down and were refusing to look up at me.” Calum was speaking quietly so they pulled out a microphone from somewhere and held it up to him as he mumbled a ‘sorry’ in apology.

“And then when I saw you sitting in my psychology class that first day I knew that if I didn’t take a chance and sit next to you that I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

“And boy, am I glad that I took that chance.” he chuckled as everyone else laughed along with him. He continued on with his vows, some things he’d say would make me tear up and some things would make me embarrassed that he chose to even say them.

“I also remember you that day when you saw me walking to class.” I began, Calum with a confused look on his face. I’d never before told him that I too took notice of him that day.

“I remember seeing those red Nikes of yours walking towards me,” I said while gazing into the love of my life’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“and I knew from that moment that I was screwed, and that you were going to be someone special to me.” Everyone in the crowd let out collective ‘aw’s’ as tears started to well in my eyes.

“You’ve been my best friend for 7 years now, and I wholeheartedly believe that there is no better man for me out there than you, Calum.” I said with a few tears finally escaping my eyes. Calum brought my hand up to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it. The rest of the ceremony seemed to move so slowly until the moment finally came that I was waiting for.

“And now announcing, for the first time, The Hoods!” Our friends and family cheered us on and wiped tears from their eyes as Calum grabbed me by the waist and kissed me deeply. He dipped me down with one arm while the other arm shot into the air in a victory fist pump, his lips still locked to mine throughout it all.


Before I knew it, we were at our reception mingling with all of our guests. I was talking with my grandma when I realized I hadn’t seen Calum in a while. I told my grandma I would visit with her again later and started looking around for him. It was almost like he could read my mind because right then I saw him walk back into the reception room with my tattered up converse in his hands, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, and you’ll never guess what on his feet: those damn red Nikes.

“I had Ashton go and pick these up for us quick.” He said as he approached me, a huge grin on his face.

“I thought it would be a good touch for our first dance together.” Calum said as he kissed me on my cheek and handed me my shoes. I had just enough time to slip them on my feet before I heard the DJ announce that it was time for our first dance together as a couple. We headed to the middle of the dance floor hand in hand, a soft ring of light illuminating us. Haley Reinhart’s cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” ( side note: start playing the song now for an added effect) started playing as Calum took my hand in his and pulled me closer to him, swaying back and forth with the beat.

“I still think this song choice was a bit cheesy.” He grinned at me as he spun me around before bringing me back close to his chest.

“It relates to us though.” I said.

“No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”

“You and those damn red Nikes.” I laughed lightly as I looked down at the shoes currently on his feet. He laughed with me.

“It’s crazy because two days ago I was kissing my fiancé and now I’m kissing my wife.” Calum thought out loud as he brought his face down to mine and captured my lips in another sweet kiss, our reception guests cheering once again.

“You know, I think about what you said on our first date about not looking for anything serious a lot.” Calum looked down at me, and I looked up at him with a look of confusion on my face.

“You weren’t really looking for anything serious, huh? Well how’d that work out for you?” He asked with a goofy crinkly eyed smile on his face.

“It worked out great. I have you, don’t I?”

anonymous asked:

convinced you're one of those men who only tweet about loving (darkskin) black women, but when it comes to dating you're not with it

that really hurts. not the accusation, but the fact that this is even a thing to be skeptical of. That misogynoir has run so deep(because we,black men, have proliferated, or done nothing to stop it) that it’s not even believed when a man says he loves black or dark skinned women. I mean this isn’t a true assumption, anyone that’s followed my relationships knows the only non-dark partners I’ve had was the one abusive relationship i talked about and my current partner, that has been a close friend for almost 5 years. But that’s not enough is it.  if i were to respond defensively like that, it’d feel like all i was doing was using my past relationships or women I’ve had romantic interactions with were merely “statements” to “prove” i practice what i preach. but that shouldn’t be the case. Love for dark women, my people, my sisters runs deeper than a romantic level.  Love and respect for black women should show whether i’m in a relationship with one or not. My support for my sisters exists whether they are mutually attracted to me or not.  dark skin women raised me. shaped me. educated me, protected me. I am who i am because of the dark skinned sistas that i have in my life.  and that’s deeper than romance. about 90% of my exes are dark skinned women, but what does that fact say alone? there are racists and misogynists having sexual and romantic relationships with dark skinned women. at the end of the day if my number of black exes were lower than they are, that shouldn’t be a determining factor in how I view their humanity, or how i respect them. dark skinned women ARE my life, because they gave me life. and at the end of the day, If ALL i’d have to show for my love for black women was the fact that i dated them, that’d mean nothing more than someone saying “I can’t be ___, I have ___ friends” but back to my initial point. this shows how far we as black men still have to go in order to let our sisters know we love and respect them.  Cus it’d be one thing to have hurt you all to the point where you don’t feel loved and respected.  But it’s even worse when you can’t even believe those of us that claim to love and respect you.  that’s our fault. and my job, and black men’s job is to continue to deconstruct the behaviors we display to make you feel this way. And we clearly aren’t close to being done. but i”ll spend every day of my life working on myself, my peers, and possibly my future children to do the same. much love to you. 

What is up gamers today i’m going to half-assedly explain why i want ritsu and teru to interact more and here are my top 10 reasons why

- both are ace students but while teru enjoys being in the spotlight ritsu actively avoids it
- the fact that ritsu spend years of his life being afraid of mob because of his powers, then when he finally got his own he abused it because he now knew what it felt to not be powerless anymore despite fully knowing what he did was wrong compared to teru who spend years using his powers for his own gain and immediately felt threatened when someone could become a competition to him
- they are both not valid
- pre-mob teru’s friends are fake and abandoned him while ritsu just didn’t bother with friends period
- they’re both better now than they used to be and try to improve themselves but occassionally there’s still traces of their old personality surfacing (ritsu and his complex, teru enjoying putting people in their place with his power)
- and teru actually tries to help other people improve with him and i think that’s important
- i just want these nerds to be friends ok
- i bet they say stuff behind ritsu’s back at the awakening lab
- they’re both two of the only three people who have seen mob’s ???% (the other being mogami) so far and the experience changed their outlook
- can be assholes sometimes
- teru has been brought down but ritsu still needs more self-esteem yo
- who will win? 4 years of repression OR 5 layers of denial
- these middle schoolers act too mature for their age just let them be kids once in a while i mean we know at least ritsu isn’t always like that
- blease…. let them to talk…….
- seriously let them talk i don’t think these kids are completely okay yet