we need more hungry wes in this show

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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anonymous asked:

Heeeey I absolutely loved this one shot amazing as usual always feeding my alfie hunger!! But are you going to continue the new one with the shy girl i really liked it too how about he shows her how he runs business and how everyone just obeys his commands!! You know and she gets that "he's a maaan" tug in her heart ❤️ 😍

Hello Nonny -  we are always hungry for more Alfie around here!!  :)

Glad you enjoyed.

As for shy girl Miss Fischel???  I don’t know if I will revisit that one.   Shanna was already pretty reserved and currently holds the record for making poor Alfie wait the longest.  Ha!   And I think we’ve probably established that Alfie needs a more fiery type of gal.

Then again, the contrast is intriguing so I’ll not say “never ever will I…”

However, next up is the continuation of Girl With No Name, which some have been patiently waiting for.   After that… well, we will need more Alfie now won’t we?? 

Thanks for reading love xx

misapprehension: a mistaken belief about or interpretation of something.

Summary: Blaine makes assumptions and Kurt gets hugs. (aka 5+ times Blaine thinks Kurt and Elliott are in love and one time he realises why jumping to conclusions seriously does not make life any easier.)

A/N: I have no idea how this happened except that I really wanted to write about Elliott and how good he is for Kurt. And, well, I pretty much always want to write about Klaine. Also, I mean, come on. They’re all just so pretty, you just gotta get these feelings out sometimes.

Warning for shameless overuse of italics and dumb boys being dumb (but what else is new).

Also up on the AO3.

Sophomore year Blaine decides to move out of the college dorms. He just likes the idea of having a place of his own. And Tina knows a guy from her job at the diner who’s looking for a new roommate just now, after his old one moved to LA to become an actress.

The guy’s name is Kurt and Blaine likes him immediately. He has amazing hair and a very cute smile and wears really tight pants and is just a little awkward.

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anonymous asked:

isn't Rey quite the Mary Sue though? Good at everything and no flaws at all


Which is to say.  


Instead, you’ll notice that something that the movie comes back to, in big ways and little ways, is that Rey is really fucking – well, sheltered is the wrong word for it, because she has been making her own living in a harsh, unforgiving climate for a long fucking time and dealing with nasty people and has an accurate fucking perception of just how little she can trust them.  But she still has kid’s toys in her AT-AT.  She plays pretend in a helmet she scavenged from a wreck.   She has this intense hero worship that extends to her just basically taking Finn’s word for it when he says he is the resistance – look at her face when that happens, and look, too, at her face when she realizes that she has met THE Han Solo and that the JEDI ARE REAL. It isn’t just “oh wow, that’s rad!” excitement.  Really look at her face. Instead, it’s this flare of unguarded hope and vulnerability and sheer, hungry, desperate need to believe that there is more to life than what she has known up until then. 

Which is to say, wanting more out of life isn’t a flaw at all, but I’m talking about the way with which she wants it.  Think of the universe, very close to the one we got in canon, where Kylo Ren doesn’t phrase his pitch to her in terms of REAL ULTIMATE POWER emo teenage boy hair toss, but instead, family.  We’re bringing order to the universe.  We take children in and raise them.  Let me show you the schools and dorms and cafeterias.  Let me take you to meet the man taught me.  We can do amazing things together – what did the Resistance do for you, all those nights when you had to count stars all the stars in the Jakku sky to forget how hungry and thirsty and cold and lonely and frightened you were?  If you join me, you have the power to make sure that no child in the universe ever has to do that again.

We should all be glad that Kylo Ren did not take Persuasion as a skill in his D&D skillsheet. Because remember the part where she insists that she has to get back to Jakku, because her heart still believes that the people who abandoned her a decade before in basically the aftermath of a massive galactic space slaughter are, y’know, going to come back?  Remember the part where she has a total Force-induced PTSD flashback about the formative trauma of her life?

(I’d also argue that another flaw that the movie points out, again and again, is just how much Rey doesn’t know as a practical fact – remember the part where she doesn’t know how to use a blaster?  Or how she is handy as fuck with a quarterstaff, but doesn’t quite grasp how you can’t use a lightsaber the same way?  I’ve seen a post that I can’t track down again, but it talks about how when she starts fighting Ren, she starts using quarterstaff moves that would’ve been effective if she were holding one.  But not y’know.  A SWORD MADE OF HEAT AND LIGHT THAT IS SOMEHOW 3-D???) 

Second, and so so so so so so much important, SO WHAT IF SHE IS A MARY SUE.   The way you’ve phrased your comment implies that just because somebody “lacks flaws”, they are automatically uninteresting or not worth our time. 

Which, is the source of the naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah up above.    Sure, there are lots of fanfiction and pro stories that aren’t interesting because the people writing them don’t have enough objective distance from their protagonists, but having a super-awesome-totes-fantastic flawless protagonist absolutely does not correlate to unrelatable or uninteresting stories  – Batman, for example, no matter how much Christopher Nolan wants to make him an anti-hero. Superman/Clark Kent.  Tony Stark and Steve Rogers in the modern Marvel MCU conceptions of them.  James Bond.  FUCKING DOM FROM THE FAST AND FURIOUS MOVIES WHERE THE ACTOR SUPPOSEDLY HAS A STIPULATION IN HIS CONTRACT THAT HIS CHARACTER CAN’T LOSE FIGHTS. ETHAN HUNT FROM ALL THE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE MOVIES.  

And, well, let’s look at that list.  It’s all dudes, isn’t it?  I wonder what makes those stories compelling despite their characters not having flaws?  Or alternatively why we’re willing to read as an interesting ~ flaw ~ that Tony Stark is, well into his 40′s, an immature, knee jerk reactionary emo puppy boy whose poor treatment of others is excused because ~ daddy feelings ~ also shitloads of money?????  

And that’s another way of saying that if a lady being awesome and tough and adaptable and adept at everything and being rewarded by the narrative for being those things – if that sets off people’s BUT THAT ISN’T INTERESTING or THAT ISN’T REALISTIC or I JUST CAN’T EMPATHIZE WITH THAT, people should ask themselves why we, as a society, have been into super-powerful, dudes since the days of, oh, I don’t know, Greek poets with lyres telling the stories at feasts Ulysses outsmarting people over and over and getting home over the wine-dark sea in the nick of time, never the fuck mind about Aeneas the Perf oh my God save me

and why we’ve been into those stories about dudes since forever, but we dismiss women characters who have similar stories told about them

tl;dr: Rey has flaws, but even if she didn’t, I’d fight people, because dismissing lady characters as being Mary Sues is sexist as hell.  

It is a painful kind of relief. The phone rings five times, and Lestrade is breathless when he picks up. “Mycroft! Alright?”

Mycroft swallows suddenly, then finds his voice. “Detective Inspector Lestrade,” he says smoothly. “I am afraid that I must break our appointment for this evening. A situation has arisen and I will be unavoidably detained in the office, probably until the early hours of the morning.”

There’s a moment of silence, and a slight rustling at the other end of the phone. It could be a sigh. “Ah well, that’s a shame,” says Lestrade. “I looked the place up. It looked nice.”

“Yes,” says Mycroft, a wry twist to his voice. He’s not sure what else to say.

“So shall we rearrange?” asks Lestrade, hopefully. “Next week?”

Mycroft hesitates, his chest tightening a little. “Ah – I regret, I will be out of the country next week.”

Another small silence, and when Lestrade speaks again, it sounds as though he’s smiling. “Oh, right. Shame. What about the week after? Should I call your not-PA to find out when would be good?”

Mycroft frowns a little, pressing the pen he’s holding down, hard, onto the pad of paper in front of him. This is more difficult than he had anticipated. “Unfortunately it is impossible for me to know the details of my schedule that far in advance,” he says coldly. “It is liable to change suddenly.”

There’s a little chuckle from the other end of the line. Why does Lestrade still sound as though he’s grinning when he speaks? “So I see. Well why don’t you give me a call when you unexpectedly have a spare evening? I’ll try to keep myself free.” There’s a pause, just slightly too long to be unintentional. “For you.”

“Very well, Detective Inspector,” says Mycroft acerbically, and hangs up. He drops his phone back onto the desk and stares abstractedly at the pen he’s still holding. Why did he agree? He should have made clear that he would never have a free evening. Still, at least now he can focus on monitoring the peace negotiations uninterrupted tonight. The clenching in his chest and stomach that he has been experiencing since he set up the meeting with Lestrade have eased, but now there is a dull, heavy feeling settling behind his eyes. Perhaps he is getting ill. He sighs and pulls his laptop back towards him. No time for that.

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anonymous asked:

Tired Harry

Thank you for requesting, my lovely. x


“Where are y’goin’?”

His voice was strong and accentuated, slow and raspy as his head appeared from beneath the duvet. His curls matted and sticking it all directions of his head, his green eyes squinting against the LA sunshine filtering through the curtains of the master bedroom of his Beverley Hills home. With New Year just starting and the break in full swing, Harry had immediately suggested a getaway trip to Los Angeles for a time well spent with just the company of one another - parties at Jeff’s house, late night dinners at restaurants along the boardwalk, cuddles on the sofa as you watched the reruns of American shows replaying on TV, and lie-ins that weren’t interrupted with phone calls demanding for him to come in for meetings or to meet up with someone to discuss topics of work. He enjoyed his time off - no matter where the two of you were - because it just meant he got to spend his time with you and only you. His attention undivided and set upon the one person he was most looking forward to being with on a daily basis. 

“I’m going to pop down to the little cafe on the corner and get some breakfast for the two of us. Those muffins and croissants they had on show yesterday looked so good,” you smiled, tugging on your brown Chelsea boots to match your denim shorts and the shirt you’d stolen from Harry’s bottom drawer. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Might give Glenne a call, see if she wants to meet me there,” you added, sitting on the corner of the bed as you brushed your hair with a brush that was settled upon the vanity of the bedroom, beneath the mirror and beside the large wardrobe. 

A whine left his lips as he dropped his head back to his pillow, his arms up in the arm as his ringless fingers retracted and stretched out into the air as he puffed out his heavy breaths. 

“Come back to bed. M’not hungry yet,” he mumbled, a giggle leaving your lips as you gently peeled back the duvet from his body and looked at his fresh morning face. No concealer applied, no spot cream sitting on his acne marks, and the sleep still evident upon his facial features. “M’cold now. You have to give me a cuddle. Warm me up before I die of hyperthermia,” he whined out, his palms covering his face as he dug his fingertips into the corner of his eyes, wiping away the sleep and brushing it upon the cotton sheet covering the mattress.

“Stop being a whiny little baby, mister. You could get changed and come with me if you’re really wanting to be around me,” you smiled, letting the duvet fall from your grip and letting it rest above his naked lower half. His boxers being discarded through the middle of the night when he became too warm to lay in any clothes that were restricting against his body. “Honestly, you never warn me when you sleep naked. You think you can just do it freely?”

“You like when I sleep naked. Gives you better access in the mornings,” his voice came from beneath his palms, muffled yet audible as you pressed a hand to his belly. Your fingers brushing lightly against the coarse line of hair trailing from the bottom of his belly button to where his pubic bone and v-lines were poking through his skin. A cheeky grin lifted at the corner of his lips as he lifted his hands from his face, a blush on his cheeks. “If you go any lower, a little something might happen. I had a dream,” he started, hoisting himself up on his elbows and letting his hair fall behind his shoulders.

He need not say more. 

Through the night, he’d tossed and turned and kicked and waved his arms around every so often. His feet coming into contact with your legs every so often as he rolled across his side of the mattress, his head dropping to your shoulder as he snuffled out soft snores and mewls once his leg was hitched over your own. Soft prods against your hip was enough to give you the idea he was dreaming about something particular; and it was usually something you would tease him about the following morning, as his face contorted in confusion until he realised and clocked on to just what you were speaking about. 

“It was pretty steamy. Had you in Jeff’s hot-tub, bikini shorts aside as you-”

“Don’t go any further, mister. Or I won’t bring you back any food,” you warned, poking at his belly button before standing up from your place on the bed, and shuffling around the bed to your side. “Do you want to come with me or not?”

“I want to come with you,” he started, before yawning and covering his mouth with your hand. “But can we have a snuggle first? I won’t try anything. I just want a cuddle until I wake up completely,” he added, lifting your corner of the duvet up and patting the mattress. “Please?”

A sigh left your lips as you kicked off your boots and sat on the bed, laying back down upon the bed you’d left just an hour ago.

“Knew you’d give in. You can’t say no to me, can you?” Harry teased, rolling onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he hooked his other arm around your waist. “Once I wake up properly, we can call Jeff and Glenne and we can go out for a proper breakfast if they haven’t eaten already. If they have eaten, then, too bad. You’re stuck with me,” he smirked, before dropping his head down and letting it lodge in the gap between your pillow and his own. “Did  I see my shirt on your body, huh? Did I say you could wear it?”

“I don’t really care. I like it.”

“You look better in it than I do. You’ll upstage me in my own clothes. That’s how fit you look,” he chuckled, his warm breath fanning across your collar bone showing from the unbuttoned buttons you’d not done up. “Maybe we could just skip breakfast, and I’ll fuck you in that shirt. Nothing better than sex in Los Angeles with your girlfriend who’s wearing your clothes,” he murmured, his toe prodding at your ankles.

“Hm. I’m hungry though,” you mumbled, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing it tightly within your hold. “I mean, I am down for sex but I need some energy in me first.”

“But, if we have sex now, you’ll work up an appetite and I’ll be more awake at the end and it’s a win win scenario because then we can go for breakfast,” he explained, lifting his head back up so his green eyes could stare intently into your own orbs. “If not now, we can do it later. Maybe in Jeff’s hot tub.”

And with that, you gave his shoulder a smack before grinning at him softly. 

“You’re unbelievable. I don’t know what I see you in you. I honestly don’t know why I like you,” you joked, pressing your lips to his forehead.

“Hm. You like my penis. I think that’s the only reason you’ve stayed,” he smirked, a yawn leaving his mouth.

“Sure. Sure. You keep telling yourself that, mister.”

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harrystyles: Breakfast can wait. 

Blanket Burrito

we all need more chen chen in our lives, and lazy days all sound good. please send in some requests, i’m kinda running out of ideas )~~:

chen/reader | drabble


‘I’m hungry.’

‘We just had breakfast a few hours ago! And there’s nothing much in the kitchen to work with.’

‘Wanna order pizza?’

Jongdae snuggles closer to you under your shared blanket burrito, the television show becoming background noise as you two cuddled in comfort. You nodded eagerly at his suggestion, fishing around the blanket/pillow/stuffed toy mountain for your phone. You eventually find it squished under Jongdae’s bottom, and he shoots you a flirtatious grin as you fished out your phone.

You dialed for the cheap pizza place near your house that has pretty good Hawaiian pizza and fast delivery. The line rings a few times, before an over enthusiastic teenager picks up.

‘Hello, welcome to Park’s Pizzeria! What can I help you with?’

‘Can I have one large Hawaiian…’ you trailed off as Jongdae poked at your hip.

You turned your attention to him, to see him mouthing a few familiar words at you. 

‘…and some garlic bread please.’

You gave the employee your address and he confirms your order again before hanging up. Tossing your phone aside, you rolled over to wrap your arms comfortably around Jongdae. The air conditioning was way too cold, and neither of you were willing to move from your blanket burrito to turn up the heat.

You sigh happily, relishing in his warmth and the smell of fresh laundry that lingers on his shirt. His arms circle tightly around your waist and you feel him plop his head on top of yours, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

The two of you stay in comfortable silence, only the soft ticking of the clock in the hallway sounding throughout your tiny apartment.

‘…Wait. Hold on,’ Jongdae breaks the silence, sitting up immediately.

‘Why, what’s wrong?’ you murmured sleepily.

‘Since we ordered delivery, the pizza’s gonna arrive eventually, right?’

You were puzzled at his sudden obvious observation, but nodded anyway.

‘That means one of us has to get up to answer the door.’

Realisation dawned on you as your mouth dropped open, then closes in indignation as you dived under the sheets. ‘Nope, you do it. I ordered the pizza.’

‘Naw, it’s too cold for me to get up! Besides, I got the door the previous time, didn’t I?’ Jongdae crawls under the blankets beside you, hands squishing your cheeks together.

You outright refuse.

Jongdae’s hands come to rest on your hips, lithe fingers traveling over a soft spot on your hip that had you squirming and squealing.

‘N-No! JONGDAE! STOP IT!’ you promptly burst into a fit of giggles, the two of you dissolving in laughter as you tickled him back.

Amidst the tickle fight, you hear the doorbell ring, instantaneously stopping the two of you. Reflexes kicking in, you sushi-roll yourself in the fluffy blankets, leaving your boyfriend exposed to the cold.

‘Go get the door, Dae,’ you mumbled through the thick blankets.

You hear him chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to your head before he gets up to answer the door. Boyfriends who answer the door for you are the best boyfriends.

Chris Evans being a dad part 8

“Wake up sleepy head.” You said trying to wake up your husband.
You hated waking him up. He looked so peaceful asleep. The blanket was only covering his lower half and his bare chest was uncovered. He was still as handsome as he was the day you meet him.
“Are you done staring at me,” Chris said making you blush.
He still could make you blush. After all these years, and it still always made him laugh at you blushing.
“Not really, but it’s time to get up.” You said leaning down to kiss him. You had let him sleep while you got up and had your shower. It wasn’t often that he slept in. He was always up first working out. Making breakfast. You always teased him he needed to calm down and remember to breathe sometimes. He would just give you that killer smile and a kiss and be busy again.
Getting up Chris stole one more kiss and then went to take a shower. Grabbing the book you want to finish and the baby book you had read about twenty times. You walked into the living room to put them into your bag. Hearing the shower stop you walked back into the bedroom to see your husband walk out of the bathroom in a towel that was hanging low on his waist. Being in a hurry his chest was still wet from the then shower. Once again you got lost and couldn’t believe how lucky you felt to be married to him. You had never felt more in love.
“How did I get so lucky to get you for a husband.” You asked walking up to Chris and rubbing your hand across his bare chest, and pulling his towel down.
“Somebody is happy to see me.” You said winking at your husband.
“We are always happy to see you and as much as I would like to show you right now. We need to hit the road.” He said pulling you closer and rubbing his hand down your back to your butt.
“Fine fine. Get dress. I’m hungry anyway.” You said pulling away from him.
“We will have two weeks of being together as much as we want Y/N I promise.” He said grabbing your hand.
“Awesome.” You said pulling away and walking into the other room.
“Damn,” Chris said to himself.
He knew lately you weren’t happy with the way you looked, but to him, you always had this glow to you and got sexier by the day. Even if you couldn’t see it.
Putting a smile on his face he walked out to the living room to find you reading.
“You ready to go?” He asked putting his hand out to help you up.
“Let’s go.” You said helping yourself up.
Dropping his hand Chris grabbed the bags and locked the door as you headed out.

Of course, there were people with their cameras trying to get pictures of you guys. Flashes seemed to be going off like lighting.
“Chris! Y/N!” They yelled trying to get both of yours attention.
“Are you have a boy or a girl?”
“Why was Y/N in the hospital?”
“Does Y/N know you had dinner with a hot blonde?”
It took everything you had not to stop and say something. After getting into the car and Chris made sure everything was safe. He drove off ready to get away from all of this. He just wants to be alone with you and nothing or no one else.
“You okay? Macy okay?” He said putting his hand on your stomach.
“We’re both fine.” You said still trying not to get upset.
Moving his hand to your thigh. He pulled off to the main highway.
“I’m sorry.” He said turning down the radio.
“For what?” You said getting a little nervous
“The house earlier.” Chris always felt bad when people crowded you guys. He wants his privacy and he didn’t want anyone to ever hurt his family.
“Don’t worry about it.” You said smiling at him.
“I promise for the next two week it’s just you and me,” Chris said looking at you.
He was so in love with you and he couldn’t think of anything better then you having his child. Then vacation was going to be perfect. He wasn’t sure how much more problems he could handle.

Telling people that “Jesus loves them” is like a hungry man smelling food. But the problem is that many of our church’s are filled with the smell of Christianity, and when the hungry man comes looking for a meal, they find empty buildings lit with candles that smell like the meal they were promised.

We need to show people the meal of hope, the meal of Grace. We have to be willing to give a meal to those who hunger for knowledge and truth. Who need something more than just a friendly smile on a Sunday. We need to show people the Gospel.

We are all hungry for something more, let’s show others that the love of Jesus comes with something more than an aroma, it comes with a promise of you never going hungry again.

—  T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace and the Gospel
Dear Mr Bidwell, the wonderful actors, Channel 4 and all the makers / producers of My Mad Fat Diary,

Please renew My Mad Fat Diary.

I know some people have said that they are satisfied and they do not need more.  But let me tell you why they might say that:

-        They’re scared you’ll break Rae and Finn up again and no one wants that.  But I don’t think you’re a bad enough writer Mr Bidwell to use the same premise (will they get together) for a third season running.  So I don’t fear that one. 

-        They think that finding a partner will magically heal Rae’s mental health issues – which is an awful trope that gets overdone in movies and television and needs to be countered by a show (ie this one) that has always stared unflinchingly into the eyes of mental illness and told the truth

-        They haven’t considered how compelling it would be to watch the next chapter in Rae’s recovery – building a good support network with a communicative and supportive partner who struggles to be all she needs and to deal with the pressures of her mental illness and body image issues

-        They don’t put as much importance on relationship building as they do on the chase (just ew.)

-        They don’t realise that sex isn’t a magic bullet and that choosing to have sex rather than talk will set of a series of circumstances that must be played out – both Rae and Finn are bad at communicating – we need to see that improve – this is important

-        They underestimate how exciting and terrifying the future can be – we need to see Rae in second year, and then in university, and in a job, and having kids - and the anxiety and pressures of all of that, and moving to different places and all of it (yes – I want more than just a series 3 – good TV shows often seem to have at least 7 – take that hint please – if done well (which we all know – you’ve got that one in the bag), you could do easily 7 if not more)

-        They forget that My Mad Fat Diary is more than Rae and Finn and we need to see more about Archie (get a boyfriend?), Chloe’s recovery from what was likely rape at the hands of Ian and co., Danny’s incorporation into the gang, more Chizzy moments, the baby growing up, what the hell is with Finn’s mum, Liam’s stuff?  More more more.  We need more. 

I’ve started a fanfic of season 3, it’s probably more smutty than you’d like, and that’s deliberate because the fans need to see sex.  Not for the perve factor – but because the fat girl never gets shown as sexy and sexual and worthy of love.  And I know that you’ve made a point of staying away from the idea of beauty or girls being nothing but a beautiful body, but the truth is; it’s easy to decide that Rae doesn’t need to hear she’s beautiful or sexy because you’re not a fat girl / woman.  You don’t fall into that group of female that is reviled and rejected for their body, and as the saying goes; if you think representation doesn’t matter it’s probably because you are represented.  This is true of beauty as well; fat women need to know they are beautiful and sexy (and strong – that was stellar work getting Finn to say she was strong – loved it) and this needs to be represented in the media.  As a feminist I feel strongly that women should not be objectified or judged just for their bodies, as a fat woman, I know that feeling beautiful is very different to fitting in or struggling under the beauty myth.  Destroy the beauty myth, not individual beauty.  We need to hear Finn call Rae beautiful – you owe every fat girl out there who watched this show and got their hopes up.  But you must also continue your good work of telling those girls that they are more than just their bodies.  They need to be told both messages.  This is not confusing or difficult to understand if you’re a fat girl / woman.

 Plus they haven’t said that they love each other – and the romantic in me needs to see it.

In the two weeks since I started writing these fanfics, I’ve put on over 300 followers because of them and have had thousands of notes across the few fics I’ve posted (similar to facebook likes).  Now I don’t delude myself into thinking that this is because they are particularly brilliantly written, they’re not terrible, but they’re not flawless representations of mmfd by any stretch of the imagination, I lack the dark humour unfortunately.  Anyway, the reason these fics of mine are so popular is because people are hungry for more.  People like my season 3 fics because they want a season 3.  We need a season 3. 

There is so much story still to tell.  And for all the fat women and girls who saw themselves in Rae and started to heal because finally we had some representation – a fat girl who is sympathetically portrayed, has depth of character, is not a stereotype; she is all of us fat girls, and makes all the same mistakes we have made or will make – this is vital.  This is more than just a television show to us.  I have never before in my life been so invested in a character – and I know that the reason it has happened is because I see myself in Rae.  I weep for her, and it allows me to weep for myself.  For all I’ve lost, because I was fat, and have mental illness, for all the damage that has been done to me because I was fat – and mad!  It’s not just Rae’s story; it’s all of our stories that will be silenced if there’s no season 3.

Now we all know that eventually there’ll come a time when there’s nothing left to say about Rae and her journey and we’ll all have to let go of her stories.  But that’s not now. 

To the actors; you’re really doing important work here.  And you’re all amazing actors.  So so amazing.  I’ve been involved in theatre and written scripts and directed and taught acting for years and years so I say this not just as a fangirl: you all deserve a lot of praise for the work you’ve done with this series, your acting has been superb.  Please re-sign to the series.  Please push for more seasons.  Please stick with it and with us and with Rae.  I know you have careers to think about, but please incorporate more mmfd into your career plans.    

Sorry for such a long novel – can’t seem to shut myself up.  I feel quite strongly about this tv series.  And I really do hope to see it on my computer screen next year (I’m in Australia, you should see about actually airing it here – try SBS or ABC).

Love, hugs, adoration from a fan

Emma / fanningon / blue–green

anonymous asked:

Imagine snack time with Kindergarten!Bangtan and Jin finishes his snack first, but he's still hungry so Namjoon, being the squishy cinnamon roll he is, shares his snack with Jin~ ~Fluffyanon

NAMJIN?? are we bringing namjin now? OH

but guys. imagine. jin eats his snack after “preparing” it with those kid plastic chef/kitchen toys (and you know he’s pretending he’s on a show bc that’s the kind of stuff he watches at home when his mommy THINKS he’s gone to sleep for nap time). and OHHH this little chef emeril would be muttering to himself with “we need more ketchup” and “you have to cut it just right” and once he’s done he’s SO proud of himself.

but like you said jin cant eat slow and his stomach is always welcoming to food and so imagine jin just looking around at the others who are still chewing and eating away and his eyes land on namjoonie. now namjoonie is super happy this snack time because his mommy packed him a special little cookie with EXTRA chocolate chips. and can you just imagine him having tiny little crumbs all over his cute little face and when jin saunters over and asks what he has IMAGINE THE DIMPLES. imagine those precious dimples appearing through the crumbs and he goes–

“im going to eat my cookie!” and jin. oh jin. he doesnt want to ask namjoonie for any bc HE KNOWS that the pastel haired boy loved cookies the most. BUT jinnie cant help his stomach from grumbling and he plays it off by trying to strike conversation up with jimin who’s sitting behind him (who is sharing a pbj with kookie WHO has jelly over his tiny lips and jimin has to keep wiping his upper lip with his shirt sleeve mUCH to kookie’s pleasure because he loves his hyung taking care of him)  

however he feels a smol hand tap him on the shoulder and he turns to see namjoonie offering half of his cookie with that close lipped smile of his, you know the one where his eyes almost completely shut and his dimples are so prominent?

“your tummy isnt happy hyung.” AND OOHH jin would be so grateful but a little sad that he took some of namjoon’s favorite treat and so when snack time is over and nap time rolls around jin allows namjoon to sleep with his favorite pink blanket while “playing” on his fake phone.

“thank you hyung.” namjoon would whisper because everyone is snoring now and jin would just brush it off and just as he thinks he can close his eyes and fall asleep, a blanket is put over his body and he opens his eyes to see that namjoon is sharing half the blanket while curling up to him.

“im a little cold hyung. night night.” MY HEART!!

juulna-deactivated20161228  asked:

Reylux prompt: Rey, sharing a force bond with Kylo, shares a completely unexpected dream of his (you can describe the dream, or just imply), of Kylo... and Hux. She finds she likes it very much.

oh lord ok took this to a way different/way weirder place, i’m so sorry

tw for gender dysphoria, maybe??

also: i wrote half of this at two thirty in the morning so 

This happens, sometimes. 

Rey doesn’t precisely know how to deal with it. How to wake up shaded beneath Anch-To’s slate-grey, shelving cliffs, wriggling with something in her belly that’s much too hot for hunger, a cooling wetness between her legs. How to explain the flush that stains her cheeks and neck to Luke when they meet for breakfast, her sated sleepiness, the hum in her bones. The satisfaction

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Of milktea, pasta and pizza with Bitchmates {{061414}}

     Career talks and future plans while sipping our ordered milk tea sum up our Saturday. It was actually an unexpected mini meet-up/reunion with some of my college buddies/batchmates/bitchmates. It feels good to see them, not as college stud clogged in shorts and white shirts, but as full-fledged career individuals envisioning their future path. I feel nostalgic, too. It seems like yesterday when we first met, had our first his and hellos and even had our first petty fights. And now, we are tightly-knot guys and gals willing to support and back-up each other in times of life’s what not and troubles. Thank God for awesome friends!

Milktea for the soul and a little tease of yesterday -

     Our itinerary (as if there is ha ha!) started with strolling around SM Makati and teasing each other. We did our best to catch with each other’s plans. After the long walks inside the mall, our feet started to feel tired that’s why we decided to look for a milk tea shop. We went to Greenbelt and ended in a nice and decent milk tea shop in the name of Serenitea. It was perfect a place to be with your friends. It also has cute chairs that shaped like a bird cage with a foam and throw pillows. It was really cozy. Their milk tea was satisfying too. My wintermelon flavored milk tea added with black diamonds beat the scorching heat that I feel inside.

Italian Dinner (yaaaay for food!) -

     We then strolled around Greenbelt and Glorietta to buy dresses, shoes and foams. After which, we got hungry and ended with an Italian early dinner in Pizza Hut at Glorietta 5. Praise God for food!

If only we can go back to what we used to be but we just can’t. We need to move on and adapt to new changes and to new environment - to the real world. I know we have the guts, we have what it takes and we have the talent, we just need to show it to the world that we have chosen to live in. Good luck to us guys! More memories to come! ❤