win indeed

Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.

 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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  • Kyoraku and Ichibe were planning to use Ichigo as a spirit king replacement in the worst case scenario. It’s implied that Aizen had visited the king’s palace in the past and he saw something referred to as “soul society’s original sin” on the grand altar of the king’s palace. Most likely reffering to the sealed Soul King. Ichibee did genuinely not expect Ichigo to win.
  • Ichigo does indeed still have all his powers.
  • Orihime healed many, many people possibly from both sides.
  • Orihime has helped the 4th division heal the Shinigami soldiers, even reviving some of them. However, bodies that have been almost completely destroyed or were outright annihilated can’t be revived.
  • In the end, despite Orihime’s efforts, the Shinigami still suffered many losses.
  • Hisagi had been healed by Orihime, but it took a few days for him to recover his reiatsu, so he had been in a coma since Lille shot him.
  • Hisagi asks him what that “mercy” was, and Aizen explains that if he had let Tousen leave back then, he’d have undoubtedly been healed by Orihime or Unohana. But if Tousen had survived, he’d have fallen into despair and been tormented by his own heart. As such, killing him was an act of mercy for his most loyal subordinate.
  • Ichigo being sealed is what Shunsui meant when he told Ichigo’s friends he may not be able to return.
  • There was no need to use Ichigo as the Soul King because Yhwach completely absorbed its powers.
  • Grimmjow still wants to settle things with Ichigo.
  • A special zanpakuto was sealed in the ocean Ichigo evaporated, but its seal was destroyed and the sword stolen while Oetsu was away.
  • Aizen wished he could have talked more with Ichigo, but Urahara didn’t let him.
  • Ichigo should’ve been the one to seal him, but it was too risky to give Aizen an opportunity to mess with his inner Hollow.
  • Ichigo is currently staying at the Shiba Shrine with Isshin and Orihime.
I’ll be home soon- Klance Week Day 4

So I got inspired by @sevenfivetwo voltron k drama au. Now in no way is the things I have in this fic cannon in their AU, I just got inspired by it. Please enjoy.
Welcome Home

“Actually, I just miss you.” Keith smiled as he looked out the window of his hotel at the lit city beneath him. “It’s weird how it came to this didn’t it?”

“Yeah, I mean, 4 months ago I was being paid to kiss you and trying not to fall for you but I did, like we’re in some K-Drama.” Lance replied. “But you really miss me?”

“mmhm.” It was strange how he and Lance got to this point. His family wanted him to marry, but relationships were not something Keith did, so he hired Lance to help him. He paid him to go out with him, paying extra if he got hurt. It wasn’t serious at first but they got to know each other more and more and actual feelings started to develop. It took a while for them to actually admit it to each other but it happened. They were actually celebrating a real 100 days of dating before they knew it.

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Love Wins

pairing: Jasmine x reader

warnings: cursing, homophobic people mention?

summary: You meet Jasmine at a Women’s March, and you are struck by how unfairly beautiful she is.

DAY TWO. This is my first femslash, and I’m as straight as an uncooked spaghetti, so go easy on me. This was mostly written to vent about how much I love Jasmine. Again, sorry for the lack of An Actual Good Fic™, life has not been good to me. See ya tomorrow!

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“Look around, look around,” you said excitedly. You were initially apprehensive about ditching class, but once you arrived at Washington Avenue, all your worries disappeared. One look at the sight of all the women in the street and you forgot everything.

You were holding a sign saying “All men AND WOMEN are created equal!” sign. It was written in a messy scrawl, not because your penmanship was bad, but because you were kind of overwhelmed by trying to convey an emotion you’ve felt all your life into a sign you made in 5 seconds.

You were listening to the singer onstage, some B-list singer with neon pink lipstick and a green wig. You moved closer to the stage in an attempt to recognize the song.

“Fucking finally!” a female voice said from your right. You turned and found yourself face-to-face with the most beautiful hair you’ve ever seen.

“What?” you asked, deciding that she was talking to you.

“Your sign. All men AND WOMEN are created equal. Finally, someone noticed that in the Declaration as well. Angelica Schuyler would approve,” she grinned, turning to look at you. Huh. Beautiful hair, beautiful face. The world really was unfair.

“Angelica Schuyler? What does she have to do with this? This is me attempting to destroy whatever reputation Thomas Jefferson has,” you said with a small smile. She laughed. Beautiful hair, beautiful face, beautiful laugh. Unbelievable.

“Can’t say I disagree about Jefferson, but you don’t know Hamilton? Hip-hop broadway musical? Ringing any bells?”

You shook your head. “US History major. I know nothing about musical theatre. My burning hatred for Jefferson is just the result of having to read hundreds of pages describing in excessive detail about how great his contributions were to our great nation, while glossing over the fact that he was sitting on a throne of slaves,” you said bitterly.

Most people didn’t really care when you started talking politics, but the girl grinned, looking impressed. She pulled out a pink Pussyhat knit cap, similar to the one she was wearing, from her messenger bag and offered it to you.

You took it and put it on, wiggling your eyebrows at her. She laughed and adjusted the cap for you, her hair falling on your face as she did.

“I’m Jasmine, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you, Jasmine,” you said, smiling.

“I keep thinking you’re just pretending not to know me so you can befriend me. You’re not secretly a fan, right?” she asked.

“Cocky much?” you teased.

She opened her mouth, no doubt to deliver a witty response, when her phone rang. It was an alarm. You leaned closer to see what it said.

‘Go backstage for performance’

“Shit, I forgot I have to perform,” she said, looking apologetic. “Come on, I’ll get you near the stage so you can see me perform up close. Then you can see if Hamilton’s worth a watch.”

“It’s not a matter of whether your show is worth a watch or not, it’s that I’d have to sell my firstborn and both my kidneys to get tickets,” you grumbled. “Broadway shows are insane.”

Jasmine laughed. “I’d agree with you, but they’re the ones paying my bills.”

You reached the front of the stage. You hadn’t been paying attention, but Jasmine had been holding your hand as she led you to the front. She gave it a small squeeze before walking onto the stage.

If Jasmine was beautiful as a person, she was fucking ethereal as a singer.

You weren’t sure if it was just you or everyone felt the same, but it was like she was the only person onstage. Even when the guitarist was doing his guitar solo, you found yourself captivated by Jasmine’s dancing. She looked you in the eye at the end of the song, and you felt like someone yanked a carpet from under your feet.

“You were amazing,” you gushed, running up to her once she left the stage. Driven by emotion and admiration, you pulled her into a hug. She laughed softly, tucking her head into your neck. After a while, you pulled away and made a face.

“Ew. Sweaty,” you frowned.

“You gotta get used to it if you’re gonna date a Broadway star,” she said with a smirk, knowing exactly what she just said.

Your tongue froze. “Oh. Um. I-”

“So much for the genius US History major,” she teased. “Would you like a pick-up line instead?”

“Try me.”

“Meeting you makes me want to veto the Non-Intercourse Act,” she grinned.

You stared at her blankly. “The Non-Intercourse Act was about lifting all embargoes on American shipping except for those headed for the British and French ports.”

“Yeah, but-”

“I know what you mean, Jas,” you laughed. “Just give me your number so you can text me when you find a better line.”

It had been 2 days since the Women’s March, and Jasmine still hadn’t texted you. Were you holding on too much hope? Maybe she felt that she was famous, and she didn’t want you caught up in her life. Which was a shame, considering she was one of the realest people you’ve ever met.

You were just about to delete her contact when she texted.

‘hey US history major girl, wanna do something fun?’

what’s your idea of fun, broadway girl?

‘text me your address. I’ll be there at 9 tomorrow’

“Where are we going?” you asked, watching Jasmine drive past buildings, heading towards an avenue filled with a mass of people. “Is this another protest?”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I was figuring out what second date would ever top a Women’s March. Then, I got an idea.”

“What is this?” you asked her.

“An anti-gay protest,” she said with a small grin. “Filled with old, white homophobes.”

“Why did you take me here?” you said, torn between amusement and confusion. She took your hand and led you outside. She walked towards the front of the people, making sure that everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.

“Love wins,” Jasmine whispered softly to you, hooking a finger under your chin to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around her neck. Her lips were softer than they looked.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the faces of shock and outrage of the protesters. You fought a strong desire to laugh. You pulled away gently and looked around, watching the protesters begin yelling at you in disdain.

“Love wins indeed,” you whispered back, pulling her into another kiss.

anonymous asked:

some people want me to think louis would be butt hurt that harry’s releasing the song louis associates himself with (white shirts, blue eyes and 28 tattoo in EVERY selfie) around the same time as his second single when louis has literally been harry’s number 1 fan since day 1?? sorry can’t relate

Can’t hear them over the sound of me blasting both Two Ghosts and Back To You 24/7 ‘till I die 

dirk and vriska walk into hot topic with the goal of making the staff cringe, vriska grabs an armful of invader zim/attack on titan merch and bolts out the door while screaming “L8R, W8GECUCKS!!!!!!!!” and dirk is angry but he respects her because she did indeed win the game

I’m honestly disappointed how the YOI fandom tossed friendship into the trashcan in favor of romance in Otabek and Yuri’s case. Yuri is a child raised by his grandpa. He carried a man’s responsibilities since he was a little boy by being the family’s breadwinner. Looking at his grandpa’s car, it’s clear that they were rather poor before Yuri started winning competitions.

Yuri is indeed a soldier. And his hard work culminated when he won his first ever Grand Prix. Yuri is not a pushover who only does things for others. Yes, he didn’t want Yuuri to prematurely retire, yes, he wants Viktor back in the rink as well, that doesn’t mean he dedicated all his efforts for someone else’s career. Yuri is loved dearly by Viktor and Yuuri but he is not their “angry son”. He is their friend and a professional figure skater with a bright future.

Now Yuri finally has a male friend he can relax with and talk to about his interests. The second they agreed to be friends, the fandom started romancing them, even though they barely knew each other. Friendship is not something to be taken lightly, it’s not unsatisfying compared to romance. A friend he can be himself with is exactly who Yuri wants and needs. That’s who Otabek offered to be.

After Kubo said “Mila is interested in Otabek” fans got pissed off about their uncalled for ship sinking. It’s nothing confirmed and people are already being unfair to Kubo who gave us nothing but wholesome love. Acting like friends are less than lovers and hissing at Kubo who maaaybe wants to write Mila and Otabek as a couple is ridiculous. It’s downright evil to say that Kubo “panders to straights” after she fought valiantly against Japanese censorship laws to get this show to air.

All in all, please consider the beauty of friendship and how healthy it is for both Yuri and Otabek and show Kubo love because she fully deserves it.

It’s not Kubo’s responsibility to legitimize the pairings fans create.

Fic: Closing Arguments

Title: Closing Arguments
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jaded defence barrister Mr Gold finds himself inexplicably drawn to the Crown Prosecution Service’s rising star, prosecutor Belle French.

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A/N: Written for @rumbelleorderinthecourt​, and posted five minutes before the deadline! Fair warning, you’re going to learn a few things about the UK court system, since this is set in London.

A few starting points:

  1.  A barrister is a lawyer who stands up in court and argues, wearing a wig and robe (at least in the criminal Crown Court, where this is set). Barristers work in Chambers, solicitors work in firms. Both Belle and Gold are barristers in this. If you want a laugh, look up the wigs and robes, then imagine being sexually attracted to someone wearing that.
  2. The CPS stands for the Crown Prosecution Service. They’re the people who represent the prosecution in criminal trials. Basically the UK version of the District Attorney
  3. All the case law in this is entirely fictional, if you can’t tell by the names, so don’t expect to learn any actual law.

Gold had made any number of mistakes in his life.

However, the one that haunted him this morning was not his failed marriage, or his estranged relationship with his son, or how easily he’d let work and greed isolate him from the rest of the world.

This morning, Gold lamented one thing: telling Mal Vincent, in a moment of weakness, that he was not a morning person.

At the time, Mal had been a colleague, another QC working out of his Chambers who was disgustingly capable and put-together first thing in the morning. He’d been heavily hung-over that day, as far as he recalled, and she had breezed into Chambers in her pristine grey pantsuit, her hair coiffed and make-up perfect, and scoffed at his five o’clock shadow and dependence on his coffee cup.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I've always enjoy reading ur post because you literally saves the figure skating world (by stating out the truth) ! I did feel Yuzu's LP in Worlds is so underscored while Shoma's one is so overscored. I cant wait for you to comment about this! and one more thing, i heard people saying that the commentators from Rai sports said many people felt that Shoma deserved to win gold and Yuzu is a cold performer during Gala.. if this is real, it really kind of piss me off.

Thank you! You are way too kind and I can only say I do state MY opinion, which is always up for debate :)

I scored Shoma using my judgement scale and I did score Yuzu’s SP and said what I thought about his FP scoring, so won’t say more on this (maybe :P)

Re RAI commies, I obviously didn’t hear them live since I was better occupied (and let’s be honest, RAI commentary is pretty low already in my list of commentary to listen: somewhere between “Figure Skating commentated by an ox” and “Figure Skating commentated by my cat”, with all respect to oxes and my cat). But it made quite a noise (mission accomplished, dears,  they got their two seconds of being talked about :D) so I asked a friend who recorded it if she could give me a sum up.

And this is what I got. Franca Bianconi (lovely woman who maybe should try to spend more time coaching her students. Oh, well, at least she is commentating and not using her ISU Technical Judge Badge, I guess) said:

“Many people thought that maybe [Shoma] deserved to win. And indeed his program was very rich, very rich choreographically speaking, very rich in interpretation*. With Hanyu that’s different, because Hanyu is very cold, he is quite frigid. I think that Hanyu has been perfect this time, he [Shoma Uno] made some tiny mistakes, plus he is young, not much known… so, it’s a climbing up for him”.

Her words made Max Ambesi write a simple post linking to this program:

and saying:

For those who have forgotten. Just to put things straight.”

And again, in comments:

”He had just turned 17 years old. And it must be noted that with such a program he got 83 in PCS, not 94, I don’t know if I’m being clear. Sure, they were other times, but it doesn’t hurt to remind it.”

*Bianconi’s comments may indeed explain a lot about her students’ choreography choices, tho.

**That aside, only appropriate reaction to RAI commentary is the following:

Kaatru Veliyidai

tagging @acceptmeorleave since you asked!

I wasn’t planning on writing a review but I lurked through reviews on tumblr and otherwise to see if anyone had said what was on my mind, and nobody really had (everyone’s either too light or too harsh imo) so I decided to roll up my sleeves and type this out. (It gets long so there’s a readmore, also full of spoilers)

First things first I never like writing only bad things about something, so here’s what I liked:

  • Aditi. The only person who like, actually acted properly in this movie.
  • Her outfits. I mean, hello! (I mean I was complaining about why a doctor would be wearing such things while at work, but I mean every single one of her outfits were stunning.)
  • the music. (duhhhhhhh) and the cinematography (also duhhhhh.) 

That’s about it. (woops.) 

It seems that Mani Ratnam’s goal in this film was as follows: 

Doctor and fighter pilot fall in love. Fighter pilot is a sexist, self-centered, egoistical piece of poo (who mostly likely has Dad Problems™). (however he is somehow self aware enough to realize he is incapable of living as a husband/father.) Doctor still loves him anyways and keeps coming back to him, effectively hurting herself in the process - ie. The Textbook Abusive Relationship (seriously, this movie could be used as an educational tool.) But of course, it’s filmy, so we’re going to make it seem ~tragically beautiful~ for the aesthetic and add some ‘she was his salvation, he was her destruction’ type stuff. (quite literally “she is light, I am darkness” is a direct quote from namma male lead.) 

AND THEN, our fighter pilot gets captured by the enemy. During his time in prison, he reflects on his awful behaviour, and realizes his mistakes. When he is finally free and united with his lover, he apologizes, a reformed man, and now takes on the responsibility of a family man (and does a good job of it). We leave learning a lesson: we now know what an abusive relationship looks like, having learnt from Leela and VC’s mistakes. We swear not to let a man walk all over us, we swear to value our s/o as an equal. We leave the film happy knowing that Leela is safe with a reformed VC.

Unfortunately, that’s not how this film turned out. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey could you write about gardienne escorting drunk nevra to his room?(i love the style of your writing❤)

Awwwww thank you so much sweetie! I’m so happy you like my writing style ;A;

I’m sorry it took this long, I rewrote it hundreds of times lmao, couldn’t seem to get a grast on it :/

Thx @del-druin-mycandyeldarya for bearing me lmao

Why me? – you ask yourself as you drag the vampire through the HQ and towards the hall of guards. He’s definitely not making it easy for you to pull him after yourself by his wrist with his constant breaks to try to chat with every passing person. Nor does help the fact he’s got much more strength than his lean body would suggest.

You’ve usually labelled Nevra as impossible but now he’s just downright annoying.

And why would you ask..?

He’s drunk of course.

The goddamn competitive moron just had to agree to the newbie’s bet on who would win a drinking game. He did win indeed but the consequences of the game was that someone had to take him out of the canteen or he would go overboard with both alcohol and the ladies. And when it was said suddenly everyone vanished out of sight leaving you alone with the drunkard and Miiko, whom you wouldn’t dare decline this job from.

A yelp leaves your mouth when suddenly you are pulled out of your thoughts with a hug from behind.

“You’re ignoring me,” Nevra whines, putting his chin on your shoulder and you sigh. At least you have his attention now.

“Why? Did you say something?”

“Yes!” He lets go of you and throws his arms in the air ostentatiously. “I asked you where are we going!”

You roll your eyes, amused smile playing on your lips.

“To your room, obviously.” The amusement disappears though the moment you see a dangerous glint in his eye.


“Not for that!” your voice may be slightly panicked, “You need to sober up, that’s it!”

The vampire pouts and you curse your heart for skipping a beat on this sight. It’s probably the cutest expression he’s shown to you so far.

“Okay…” And this kind of compliance is surely unexpected.

“What?” you mutter, not really asking for response but he hears you anyway.

“But I’ll walk you to your room after that,” he tries to stand straight, head held high and proud but the effect is rather hilarious than pompous.

“No. That’s my job to take you to your room and you have to stay there,” you argue back.

“Sure. And after that, I’ll walk you”

“No. The sole purpose of me walking you to your room is for you to not walk me to mine,” you try to explain, only slightly desperate.

“Okay, but I will walk you.”

“You’re frustrating.” You groan, deciding that trying to discuss with him at this point will only cause you headache.

“And you’re cute.” He smiles charmingly and you swallow a curse as you grab his wrist again and stomp towards the hall of guards.

As you do so you feel your cheeks are hot. Goddamn this man…

You stop in front of his room and after you manage to get him to give you his keys you open the door and push him in.

“Now I can walk-“ and close the door, turning the key to keep him inside. “HEY!”

“I’ll open them when you sleep it off!” you exclaim before turning on your heel and storming off back in the canteen’s direction.

Prompt 27 and 30 for Drax

27: kiss me
30: that was unexpected

You had joined the crew on the Milano after the battle at Xandar. You and Peter had been friends in your days as a Ravager and he had asked for your help. When most of your crew died in the fight you had decided to give up on the Ravager life. Peter had asked you to join his crew on the Milano and you had accepted.
In your time on the Milano you couldn’t help but fall for one person: Drax. He was intense and handsome and the way he gave his everything made you fall in a second. You never really knew how the “destroyer” felt so you never knew if he felt anything for you.
At the moment Peter had gotten you all a job and it had gone south quickly. You were heading into a battle that might just be your last. Usually Drax was the most thrilled for these kinds of battles. Today he seemed nervous and far from elated. You couldn’t help but worry and walked over to him to talk. He took one look at you and walked back into the hall away from the rest of the Guardians. You followed him watching as the door shut behind you.
“Drax what’s wrong? Usually you’re so excited to fight.” You questioned concern lacing your voice.
“I will not see another one of the people I love die.” He said looking at you.
“What do you mean?” You asked confused.
“After the death of my wife and daughter I believed I would never love again. You have changed that. This battle may be the last and I will not die without you knowing that I love you.” He answered placing a large hand on your shoulder.
“Well that was…. unexpected.” You said softly before snapping out it. “I love you too Drax. We will fight this battle and we will win.”
“Indeed we will. But I will gladly die at your side in battle.” He exclaimed.
“Kiss me.” You said staring up st him.
Drax leaned down kissing you with passion and fire. When the two of you parted you could see the fire in his eyes return. The two of you entered the control room again ready to face whatever may come.

Song Sunday #14

Artist: Herman Brood & Henny Vrienten
Title: Als Je Wint (If You Win)
Background information: Herman Brood was a very well-known and respected singer, and this duet with Henny Vrienten is one of his most popular songs. It features the fakeness and loneliness of being famous, and that people will love you as long as you win.

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“I can’t believe someone would be so mean and just so cruel to you, Y/N! I mean, what right does that slimy, no-good, Crocs-wearing guy have to insult you for how you dress? He has no right, that’s what! I swear, I’ll find him and-”

“Garcia!” You interrupted with a half-grin. “It’s fine, really. I get looks all the time.” To emphasize you words, you waved your hands up and down your body. Sure, you get looked at weirdly for wearing tons of black and lace and skulls. But you were used to it, by now.

Reid cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Well, the fact that he actually spoke up about your style of clothing shows that he was overly-confident that he could win an argument, if indeed it came to one.” The genius stated. “Most alpha males have little to no filter, because there aren’t many consequences for what they say. And to him, he couldn’t defend yourself.”

You gave an amused snort and glanced to Garcia with a arched eyebrow. “Well, Garcia sure showed him wrong. I thought we’d have to call Morgan to get her to stop yelling at him.”

The technical analyst lifted her chin, showing that she wasn’t ashamed of the scene she made defending you. “Nobody should be criticized for what they wear, sweetheart. I should know.”

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torieltears  asked:

♘ ((But she wouldn't want to))

(sorry bout the delay, I forgot about it)

Host shook his head at Toriel. “Host doesn’t want to fight you,” he said smiling. “But Host doesn’t know who would win…curious indeed.”

It would be a hollow victory indeed to win in a righteous cause and yet to discredit Christ by our own self-righteousness.
—  Recovering Biblical Manhood and Womanhood, 393