who gave you the right to be so damn perfect

Written in support of and solidarity with the KakaSaku fandom


She ignored the plea, tightening her grip on the hand threaded through hers.


The crunch of the gravel grew louder under her feet, a soft tremor running through the ground that one could have mistaken for the general hustle and bustle of the village marketplace but for the perfect timing of the quakes to the falls of her footsteps.

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Here’s what I think the critics are missing about Beauty and the Beast (even though most seem in favor, just not over the moon about it). They’re reviewing it like its a remake for a new generation. It’s not. It’s a remake for the generation that loved it in the first place. From 3 to 13, a generation of girls (and some boys) fell in love with a girl who loved books. 

And now? Now we’re a generation who grew up wanting a bit of a Han Solo and a bit of a man who would give us a library like Belle’s. And like Belle, if the perfect suitor didn’t come along, we’d get the library by ourselves. We wanted “adventure in the great wide somewhere”. 

Today we have the spending power. And we spend a lot of our disposable income on our fandoms. On movies and music and art and books and fan-related things about them. 

Beauty and the Beast has already been and will continue to be enjoyed by many. But acknowledging that LeFou is so completely gay, having more of a vehemently feminist Belle, not offering any redemption for the eternal fuckboy that is Gaston, keeping books magical, snide remarks about Romeo & Juliet, snarkiness, sarcasm, and that FUCKING GROWL HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER DAN STEVENS WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT…this is a remake for the original fans. 

And for us, it’s pretty damn close to perfect.

takeoutnight  asked:

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?” ;0

Both of you asked for this one haha @alphadelilas and @herosdoppelganger <3 great minds kiddos <3 This labeled as Business Perks. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here

It was the annual fourth-quarter company party. The best and brightest from across the country were invited for a company-sponsored weekend of fancy food, expensive accommodations, and moreover, an open bar.

To say Vaughn had jumped at the chance to be Rhys’ plus one was putting it mildly. The shorter man had outright threatened the taller man that he’d rent out his room if he left him behind.

“Geez, you know you’re my first pick….didn’t have to take it so far,” Rhys grumbled as they mingled among Hyperion’s best.

“Need I remind you that this isn’t just fancy, but it’s fancy-fancy. Have you seen the bathroom? I’d break our lease to live there.”

“Okay, gross, but I get the idea,” Rhys said with a smirk as they each got a drink from the bar.

“And hello? The spread?” The other man motioned to the very fancy buffet-style tables filled with various meats, cheeses, geometrically-cut fruit on fancy tooth picks, and a giant ice-sculpture that rode the line between super-classy and very-tacky. “I’m stuffing myself with all the free shrimp I can eat and fancy wine I can drink.”

Rhys snorted. “They’re not going to run out. I mean we’re an hour late-”

“Yeah because of your hair–”

“My hair looks fabulous, thank you. And as I was saying, they’re not going to run out, dude. This is a Hyperion event, remember? Knock yourself out.”

Vaughn nodded sagely. “We work hard, ya know? We should enjoy the good things in life once in a while.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I did work hard for this.”

It wasn’t a lie. He’d been personally responsible for getting several very big clients to switch their current net security from rivals to Hyperion. He’d made the company some serious money.

“You’re in the big leagues now, bro. You’ll be moving up the corporate ladder in no time.”

Rhys took a smug sip of his cocktail and looked out at all the other individuals in the room. He gauged himself and Vaughn as probably some of the youngest people there. It boded well for his career, he thought. He was already on a road hard to access.

“Okay bro, that shrimp has my name on it and I’ve been watching that plate for a while.”

Rhys laughed. “Tonight’s our night! Have at it dude. I’m gonna get another drink.” He downed the rest of his cocktail and gave the glass to a passing waiter. “You want another?”

Vaughn was already gone, plate in hand and hoarding the shrimp like it was his last meal. Rhys only grinned, proud that he’d gotten them there, and got in line for another drink.

“Sex on the beach, please,” he asked politely as the bartender took his order and set about making his drink.

“Bit cold for that, isn’t it?” a voice asked behind him. He turned, wondering if it was him being spoken to, to see a large man with jet-black hair and fancy suit behind him.


“You’re new,” the man pointed indicated with long finger pointed at Rhys’ chest. “Haven’t seen you at this thing before.”

“Oh! Yeah, actually, it’s my first time,” he spoke up to the stranger. The grin he got from the other man struck him as slightly off and he turned his attention back to the bar, a bit creeped out.

“These things are usually boring. Just a bunch of old guys and their latest plastic surgery, as if no one could tell,” the man continued speaking to Rhys’ back. He looked over his shoulder to see a smug grin on the man’s face. “I’m Vasquez, Head of Securities to the north. You might’ve heard of me. You can call me Hugo.”

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"You'll Be Fine After" (Part 2)

A/n: Finally finished this lol. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK 💜

Type: Badboy!Luke Series

Part 1

It’s been a few weeks since you walked out of your boyfriend’s apartment. Ex boyfriend you should say. You’ve never felt more miserable than you do now. You wondered how Luke was doing. Was he suffering like you? Did he move on? He has to have right? It’s freaking Luke Hemmings. The notorious bad boy of your city; but you knew better than to believe the rumours that floated around day and night.

Everybody thought he was a menacing, threatening, unsafe, unstable and anything else remotely close to these words type of person. But he only portrayed that side because of his reputation. And you knew that. You understood it so well that every time someone commented on his “treacherous” behaviour, you still defended him. They just didn’t know.

A few weeks of ice cream and movies to try and get your mind off him did not help at all. Thoughts of him plagued your mind, tormenting your sleep and torturing you during your wake. He was as addictive as the cigarettes that hung from his mouth. Since that dreadful day, he’s left a few messages but stopped, relatively fast in your opinion. But I guess you should have expected it since you practically ripped his heart out, along with your own.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the door open. You got up just in time to be met with your best friend, Bella.

“Alright so change into this and hurry the fuck up please.” She spoke while passing by you and handing you a bag.

You stood there for a few seconds, confused but as you opened the bag you saw a black dress and you instantly knew what she was going on about.

“I’m not going to the club Bel.” You dropped the bag onto the couch and continued eating your ice cream.

She stood there, hands on hips as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Y/N, you’ve been cooped up here for weeks straight, you have to get out honey.” Her eyes softened as she looked at you.

You sighed. You knew she was right but it was a hard time getting over the one person who made you feel genuine, unforced happiness. I guess it was time to move on, right?

“We leave if I feel suffocated and hate it.” You said as you went to change into the dress she brought, smiling slightly as you heard her let out a squeal.


You reached the club and surprisingly was having a good time. It was just you and a couple of other friends, enjoying the bass that pulsed through your veins and the lights that flickered in the dimly lit room across the faces of half drunk half high people scattered haphazardly throughout the room.

You had a few drinks but not enough to be considered wasted. You just wanted to dance and at least attempt to have a good time.

“Hey I’m going to go outside for a bit okay!” You shouted over the music at Bella as she nodded at you and tapped her phone, signalling to text her if you needed her. You smiled at her as you sifted your way through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor and out to the exit.

You sighed as you reached outside and leaned against the wall, taking in the refreshing cool air that enveloped the night.

This was fun, right? I mean you were having a good time so why be anything but happy? Thinking about Luke hasn’t left your mind and it probably wouldn’t for a good while. It’s hard to forget about someone who gave you so much to remember.

You have to learn to live without him. It’s the only way to move on from the flawed, yet completely perfect relationship you had with him. It may not be everyone’s definition of perfection, but it was pretty damn close to yours.

You decided to head back in but stopped abruptly as you felt a hand tug your wrist back out. You were getting ready to scream when you saw those familiar set of cerulean waters stare right into you.

“Luke what the fuck!” You pushed at his chest as he smirked. Damn that smirk. “You scared me.”

He put one arm on the wall behind you as he leaned in. “I’m sorry angel I just needed to talk to you.” His voice changed from playful to serious within seconds and you couldn’t pull away. You didn’t want to pull away. His embrace, his warmth, his sarcastic yet alluring nature, everything. You missed everything about him.

“I know you said you didn’t want to hurt anymore.” He began as he pulled you further from the exit when he saw people coming out, glaring at the guys who were shamelessly undressing you with their eyes. But this wasn’t the time to let his threatening image pop through.

You followed him, resisting the urge to kiss his lips right then and there. Control yourself Y/N control. This is for the best.

“And I know I’m selfish but I need you back in my life baby.” He said, cupping your jaw.

“Luke I-”

“No, hold on. Just listen please.” He begged, just wanting you to hear him out first before you shut him down.

“We’ve been together for 2 and a half years and I want that to continue.” He sighed, letting go of you while pacing in the confined alley.

“I miss you baby. Your smile. Your eyes. Your lips. Your hair. Your voice. Your teasing. The way you walk. The way you say my name. The way you stare at me. The way you talk. You.” He breathed out, his piercings standing out more in the bright night.

“I love you.”

You let out a quiet sob at his speech. Why was this so hard?

He immediately came over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering soothing words to calm you down.

“Being happy was so much easier when you were around.” You whispered, gripping onto his leather jacket and looking up at him.

“We can still have that.” He rubbed your sides, something you’ve always found utterly relaxing. “I can fix this Y/N I promise. Just give me a chance to.”

You debated it. You couldn’t go back to seeing him get beat up every night. But you couldn’t stand another day without him in your life. He was like a hit. You just wanted more and more of it.

He brushed his lips on your forehead. “This scares me more than any rival gang I’ve met you know?”

You chuckled quietly. “I know, I can be pretty intimidating.” He laughed at your response, finally easing the stiffness in his joints as you grabbed his neck down to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

Things will get better, you thought.

Until you heard that gunshot rush through the wind, ringing in your ears as a bloodcurdling scream was let out.

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Cherik Fluff Rec

Our House, in the Middle of Our Street by Clocks

Charles is a social worker who fosters troubled kids, and one day he meets Erik, an ex-convict, who reluctantly agrees to stay for only a while, but ends up staying for good and helping Charles to raise the kids. Awkward parenting ensues. 

Rumor Mill by ikeracity

Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends.

So it’s obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he’s bringing his husband. 

Protective Instinct by Groovyhornbill

Charles and Erik were testing Cerebro’s new prototype when things went very wrong.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he’s Charles’ cat and not his boyfriend. 

Serendipity by ingratessnaxo

Charles sends a text to the wrong number.

Work/Life Balance by pocky_slash

Alex is pretty sure his weird, anti-social boss is a robot. Right up until the guy’s adorable husband shows up. His adorable husband who happens to be a famous actor. His adorable husband who happens to be the very same famous actor who was the source of many of Alex’s teenage fantasies. Order Up

growing pains by ikeracity

Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn’t think they’re both fucking adorable.


The Dog Days Aren’t Over by KaeKae

Sometimes puppy love isn’t just a figurative term.

Cross Walk by velvetcadence

Erik accidentally French dips a perfect stranger in public. Things go as you might expect it to.

You Have the Right to Remain Silent by velvetcadence

Erik has really bad brain-to-mouth filter. Like that one time he said, “Damn I would tap that ass so bad” so loud the really cute police officer gave him a ticket for it.

His Boyfriend’s Back by  wallhaditcoming

While Charles’ boyfriend was abroad, Sebastian Shaw tried to make a move. In the face of Charles’ rejection, he begins spreading rumors about Charles in an attempt at revenge. Charles plans on ignoring the entire situation until it blows over, but Erik’s early return puts a wrench in those plans.

Order Up by ikeracity

Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up.

Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.

Do you ever see the pic of your favourite actor/actress and this pic is so perfect and cracking and gorgeous that you just get so angry with this photo and this damn actor/actress because GOD DAMN IT HOW DARE YOU BE SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT IT’S ILLEGAL