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anonymous asked:

How do you feel about Roxy manipulating Hal to roleplay smut with her because he was a copy of the boy she had a crush on in the comic? I don't want to be mean but I know you think Hal and Roxy are best friends and they are! But she still did that. Please tell me you can defend her because I love Roxy with all my heart and I can't come up with a counter argument about what she did.

Sadly, this was a situation in which both people were so desperate that it played out really badly on both ends.

Yes, Roxy pressured Hal into being flirty with her, because she was sad and lonely and he was the only person around she could get that kind of attention from. (Dirk being gay, Jake being off-limits, Jane being straight(?) and Callie being an alien)

On the other hand, Hal had plenty of reason to go along with it. He was lonely too, and the only person he’d ever had feelings for pretty resoundingly rejected him as the “fake” Dirk after he was created. Dirk didn’t respect him at all, and Roxy and Jane just sort of humored him. And this went on for three years!

Plus… Hal giving that to Roxy made him the better Dirk in that one aspect. He could do something for his best friend that his “real” self couldn’t, and I have little doubt that that was at least part of his motivations. Hal was constantly manipulating people, a lot more successfully than Dirk, and I think this would be a part of that?

I think they’re both at fault, and that they were a couple of sad lonely kids who had no one else to turn to. Like yes, it’s messed up, but… only to the extent that they both had bad intentions about it, and not that either participant was truly unwilling. 

Stay Close to me and the “banquet verses”

 ANALYSIS ABOUT THE “BANQUET VERSES” IN STAY CLOSE TO ME FROM YUURI ON ICE

Originally posted by randomyelly

I was listening Stay close to me (Again ahahahah I’m obsessed with this song) and suddenly I noticed a thing…

 As I said in my previous post, and as it was confirmed by Kubo-sensei, This song is related and represents Viktuuri relationship

Originally posted by thranduilings

 but there were these sentence in the lyrics I was never abled to understand plenty…until now 

These:

“Orsù finisca presto questo calice di vino/Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
Inizio a prepararmi/I’ll start getting ready
Adesso fa’ silenzio/Now be silent.”

And

“Questa storia che senso non ha/This story that makes no sense

Svanirà questa notte assieme alle stelle/Will vanish tonight along with the stars

(Btw between these lines there is also the part in which the singer refuse the love)

Previously, when I made the first analysis, I had not enough information…

 "Why should Viktor sing about the end of a love story, if he hasn’t met Yuuri yet?“ 

 This was the kind of question I made myself… but listening this song now, after episode 10, everything is clear.

I think Viktor in this few verses was singing about the banquet… 

Originally posted by katsudamnn

He was telling us about a single night, a party night in which there is wine, alcohol

Originally posted by jesiluvsyou321

and people celebrate

Originally posted by sailorcinnamonroll

and specifically THE END OF THIS SINGLE NIGHT.

A night in which for the first night he experimented something as love and life.

 So he speaks with his lover, directly… 

he know that the banquet has to end. (Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon)

He know that has to prepare himself to the end of this night.( I’ll start getting ready ) 

After that there are the verse of reluctance, in which he doesn’t accept the love…(  With a sword I wish I could cut  Those throats singing about love…) 

 And in the end we have the dramatic truth: This love will end with the sun’s rising. ( This story that makes no sense  Will vanish tonight along with the stars)

Originally posted by viktuuri--on--ice

But Viktor suddenly doesn’t accept it..

 he call his lover, he is waiting for him… he want to see him another time, so they together can fulfil their story ( If I could see you From hope Eternity will be born )

Important is the fact that in the duet version These Verse are not included… there is no more the horrible fear of losing their love with the end of the night

For this VIKTOR WITH THIS EXIBITION was dancing for Yuuri, He was calling him, was asking him for a chance, 

to dance again together, 

Originally posted by randomyelly

to experiment life together

 

to fall in love together…again. 

Originally posted by randomyelly

And Yuuri skating on Stay Close to me was responding to his call…unconsciously 

Originally posted by yuuyaas

how sapphire saved earth

something that occurred to me while listening to yellow diamond’s song is that YD says Sapphires ‘can tell you’ what an army’s for, ie how to use the military- which would especially include losses and threats

The diamond’s have access to the future- seeing which planets to conquer and which enemies to look out for 

And I was wondering how pink diamond then didn’t see her shattering coming, it’s a pretty big event and important enough for sapphire’s to hone in on

But of course, the sapphire stationed on earth with Blue Diamond had run away with a ruby, there was no seeing Pink Diamond’s demise, it was all a series of events that lined up to lead to her end

we thought we were just seeing a love story between them, but The Answer was also setting up how Pink Diamond lost and why.

their love inadvertently saved earth.

This season is great and all, but no matter what happens, I will never get over the fact that Jeff has wasted so much potential.

Just to go through a few examples:

He tossed Kira away, a useful and powerful sweetheart who’s story wasn’t over yet…

And gave us an evil piece of trash cannibal teacher who’s only good quality is his looks.

We lost Isaac…

And got Liam…. (I mean no hate against Liam but… seriously?)

The McCall pack is not what it used to be. We had all of these amazing characters…

Plus Allison…

And Derek…

And now three nearly useless freshmen have all of his unnecessary screentime which takes away from the screentime of the people who are actually relevant.

We had two pairings who developed enough for viewers to love…

And that was all snatched away within an episode, and in return, Jeff Davis gave the viewers, well… y’know.

And do not even get me started on the fact that Jeff baited at Scisaac an Sterek for so long…

And instead of getting Scisaac and Sterek, we got Morey. And like okay, they’re kinda cute or whatever, but that’s not what was built up on and that’s not even close to being what viewers wanted.

We asked for the Sheriff and Melissa who could’ve been together since the series fucking started…

And instead we got Claudia, like are you fucking kidding me? (And yes I lowkey ship Melissa and Chris but potential down the drain on the Sheriff and Melissa. They were the pairing that everyone wanted to see together. It’s the last season, why are they not a thing yet?)

I’ll end here, but point is, wasted potential, always. And that’s why I’ll never be 100% satisfied with what Jeff has left to give, because all he does is throw away some of the best development.

Honestly I love that Victors dumb idea of motivating Yuuri failed and blew up in his face because this is such a big anime, no general trope that gets used all the time in movies and tv shows that causes unneeded conflict for the characters. I love that they just trashed that and had Yuuri’s visceral reaction like any normal person would and Victor reacted like a normal person too. Like they seemed to work it out well enough. And honestly that’s beautiful. It’s so much nicer when characters react reasonable and creators steer away from cliches like that which are so common in anime, tv shows and movies. I love it!

All I ever had – all we ever had, was a dream close enough to touch. How cruel to find that which seems tangible can crumble away in fleeting dust. I am not yours, though I wish I could be, I am not. However, the certainty of impossibility does not hurt. In fact it is a freeing experience. What hurts is the alternative: “What if we had grown to be the image of all that we could have been?” Without these scars. Without these coping mechanisms. Without these lessons learned throughout life’s mundanity; knowledge obtained in negativism. Tell me now, have you ever contemplated the impracticability of purity and figured you just want to live! – in a life that intuitively doesn’t seem meant for you. Have you ever proactively disenchanted the world around you just to keep pace with the leaders of a pack that deep down inside you know are unfit to lead? Doesn’t it gnaw on you that pragmatism might just be the greatest vessel of lies; that we follow a calculated probability of a life more comfortable, when life is an accumulation of uncertain factors? Anything could happen. My love, have you ever given in to a world of unlimited possibilities, where all these scars, coping mechanisms, and forcefully applied disenchantments no longer matter? – I have. As a matter of fact I could only see your face. Allow me to share with you my reality: You are that one dream that never crumbled as I lay my fingers upon it. You are the reason I return to the core of being. It is so simple, yet so intimidating, that I am yours. That there aren’t any options considering true love; when I am stripped down naked, without any rock to hide under, you are the one to find me. When you are stripped down naked, without any rock to hide under, I do not falter. You are everlasting love. It seems so natural and easy. Two wholes become halves, our souls whisper: you complete me. We disintegrate in bursting flames, our bodies; specks of soot, expand into eternity. Somehow we know our dust will reassemble, again and again in a loop of eternal reoccurrence, until we rewrite the fabric of the universe by virtue of destined creation. The purpose of our existence. I figure when two souls become one in true love, they usher in the existence of a new soul, completely unencumbered. Isn’t that logical? It is evolution, progress; the reason why the universe expands within its already infinite framework. It isn’t our time right now, but one day it will be. And after that, who knows what will happen? All I know is you complete me, when I felt to be complete already.
—  You are everlasting love (excerpt), by M.A. Tempels © 2016
Road Rage To Center Stage

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING LORDY I am a sinner, extreme fluff!!

Authors Note: thanks for all the love for HTBTH!!

For starters, you’d had a long day.
It was Wednesday, which sucked to begin with because it wasn’t close enough to Monday that you could complain about it being the beginning of the week, and it was too far from Friday to be excited for anything. That put a damper on your mood to begin with.
Second, you’d woken up late and didn’t have time to get coffee, so you were tired and groggy throughout the day, which caused so many problems by itself.
Thirdly, you’d forgotten about the monthly meeting, causing you to be publicly humiliated by your boss in front of your co-workers, and therefore ruining your day altogether.
The fact that your best friends had canceled on you tonight for your usual girls night was the icing on the cake.
So yeah, you’d had a long day.
You were eager to get home and just relax, and chill out for once.
However, New York traffic was always unforgiving, and today was no exception. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and it seemed as though every driver on that freeway simultaneously forgot how to fucking drive a damn car.
You had honked your horn too many times in one minute, and you banged your head against your steering wheel as the traffic left you and a line of cars completely stopped.
You hadn’t ever met a driver on the road that didn’t leave you on the brink of a fit of road rage, but the asshole next to you topped all of them.
They were attempting to squeeze into your lane without using a blinker, causing you to slam on your brakes with a loud screech.
“What the fuck you bitch!”
You screamed as the driver sped up ahead of you.
“Motherfu-”
You pressed on the brakes again as the car stopped suddenly, and you leaned on the horn for a good 10 seconds.
You flipped off the car as traffic eventually cleared up, and you sped past them in your pursuit towards home.
Hardly noticing that the driver was behind you, you drove 15 minutes to your house, before pulling into the driveway and exiting your car. You heard a melodic laugh beside you, and you turned and suppressed a cry of embarrassment.
The driver, whom you had flipped off and screamed at, lived RIGHT next door to you, and you couldn’t be anymore embarrassed.
“Can today get any worse?”
You said out loud, and fumed.
Of course your day had to go like this.
Fabulous.
Absolutely fabulous.
~
Your neighbor locked his car, and proceeded to begin walking up your driveway, making your stomach wrench in fear.
He didn’t look upset, however, just amused.
“Didn’t know that I had a sailor as my neighbor. Hey that rhymed!”
You rolled your eyes and repressed a laugh, instead smirking.
“I didn’t know I had a neighbor who somehow managed to counterfeit a license.”
He laughed, and the sound filled your ears and left you smiling more than before.
“You got me there. Hey, at least you have humor about it. I’ve been told by more than one person that my drivings a bit off.”
“A bit off?”
You shrieked.
“You almost crashed into my car!”
“Oh contraire, my dear. You, in fact, almost crashed into MY car.”
He smiled, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the driveway, the fuzzy feeling of a crush blooming in your heart.
“Same difference. My point being, you’re a terrible driver and I’d advise you to stay off all roads until I see you, with my own two eyes, pass a driving test.”
He shook his head, laughing.
“Anthony Ramos.”
He stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to have a name to match the driver.”
“Nice to have a name to match the beautiful face.”
You blushed a deep red, flustered to say the least.
“Well, I would stay out here longer, but the weather says otherwise,”
You had noticed that it was getting visibly more chilly.
“But if you’d wait a second longer then I have something to give to you.”
You shrugged, and gestured for him to go ahead.
He raced into his car, and immediately reached for the center console. You didn’t notice what he was doing, because you were way to distracted by his fluffy hair and adorable freckles to be curious in what he was doing.
He emerged a minute later, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Here. Open it inside. Until we meet again, Miss Y/N.”
He threw up a peace sign, and retreated inside his house. You waved goodbye, and then went inside your own home before it started to rain.
You flicked on all the lights, eager to see what the boy had written to you.
“Y/N,
I may be a bad driver, but I don’t have bad eyesight, because I was able to see the beauty in you. Sorry, that was bad. But here’s my number, in case you’re into awkward boys with curly hair and bad pickup lines.”
You scanned the note again and again, and you still couldn’t shake the smile off your face.
You grabbed your phone, and began texting the number.
“I’m texting you now, just in case you’re into angry girls with horrible road rage and an undying love for their steering wheel horn.”
You smiled, and closed you eyes for a moment, letting your mind soak up how your day went from bad to good in a matter of minutes, thanks to a boy with horrible driving skills and a fit of road rage.
He texted back a moment later, an emoji immediately drawing your attention.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for! Well not exactly, but you just described yourself and well… never mind. But what I’m trying to say is that you may have been pissed off with me today, and I want to make it up to you. Coffee tomorrow?”
You blinked slowly, and tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Coffee heals wounds. Hey, I have one exception. I’m driving.”
You could practically here the laughter from next door, and you awaited a reply.
“I planned on being a cheesy gentleman and driving for you, but equality calls, so I’ll let you answer this one ;)”
You smugly grinned, and texted back.
“I’ll be over at 8:00. Be ready when I get there because I don’t plan on waiting :)”
“Affirmative.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his dorky comments, and shut off your phone and tuned into your current Netflix series that you couldn’t get enough of.
~
The next morning, you slammed the snooze button on your alarm at 6:00, then remembering where you had to be in 2 hours and jumped out of bed.
You showered and dried your hair in record time, though you somehow managed to shave your legs.
Hey, you went all out for him.
You winged your eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick, then got dressed in your work attire to meet Anthony in exactly 10 minutes.
You zipped up your jacket, and put on your heels as you stepped outside into the cold New York winter day, and began the short trek to Anthony’s house.
You sat waiting at the door, staring at your phone, then, at exactly 8:00, rang the doorbell.
To your surprise, Anthony opened the door before you’d take your finger off the doorbell, causing you to jump back in shock.
“Jesus fuck. Don’t scare me like that.”
You said as your heartbeat slowed down.
“That almost scared me as much as the thought of you driving me around.”
He laughed and followed you to your car, hopping in the passenger seat as you drove to the coffee shop.
~
“So,”
He started as you sat down at a table.
“Why, in all my years of living at that house, have I never noticed you?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I moved here 10 months ago. I’m pretty new to the neighborhood and to New York City in general.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You mean you didn’t grow up here?”
“Nope. It’s peaceful where I come from. It’s called quiet.”
He smirked.
“I just thought, by the way you drive, that you had always been around here.”
You smacked his arm, and smiled.
Anthony was a very animated person, always smiling or laughing, telling you stories and making you laugh.
It was a change from your usual morning gloom, which was nice, for once.
You exited the coffee shop together, and he shyly took your hand. You laced your fingers with his, and repressed a smile from bursting onto your face.
You walked back to your car, and drove him back to his house.
“Thanks Y/N. I had a lot of fun today. In fact,”
He glanced up at you.
“I’d like to do it again sometime. Tonight, if you’re free.”
Your heart leaped again, and you nodded.
“When and where?”
“How do I tell you this…”
He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Well, I’m an actor in a musical. It’s called Hamilton, and I want you to come see it. You don’t have to, of course-”
“I’d love too. What time?”
He smiled, relief apparent on his face.
“7:00 tonight, at the Richard Rogers. Be there at 5:30 and I’ll let you in.”
You smiled.
“Perfect. I can’t wait. See you then.”
You waved, and he disappeared inside his house, leaving you to drive to work, giddy with happiness and impatient with excitement.
~
You jumped to your feet, clapping, as the theater thundered with applause. You hadn’t seen a better Broadway show ever, and you were so incredibly proud of Anthony.
As soon as he exited the stage, you jumped in his arms.
“That was so amazing Ant! You’re so talented oh my god!”
He laughed as he hugged you back, and led you to his dressing room.
“Yeah, well, I try to impress the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, I meant ‘lady.’”
You heart did somersaults all over you chest, leaving you dazed with complete adoration for him.
“Thanks for bringing me tonight. I had such a good time, and it was so amazing to see such talented people come together to sing about a founding father.”
He laughed.
“Just doing my job. And I got to see you in the audience, so it was a 10x better show tonight than any other night.”
You blushed, and felt Anthony’s arms circle around your middle.
“Thanks for coming tonight, for even giving me a chance. You’re more than I deserve-”
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, feeling warmth flood your body as he brought his head closer to yours.
You giggled when you pulled back, and he put an arm around you shoulders, leading you out of the room.
“I’m skipping stage door tonight. I have better things to be doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, and smirked as he led you through the theater and out the door.
~
3 years later, you watched as Ant took his final bows as Philip Hamilton/John Laurens. It had been an incredible ride for you and him both, an endless plethora of happy memories shared in this theater.
To your surprise, the cast members handed Ant a microphone, and stepped back from him.
“Hey y'all. As most of you know, tonight is my last show here.”
The applause seemed endless, but they finally ceased so he could continue.
“It’s been an amazing journey, all these years working with so many talented people, I wish I could stay forever. But I’ve gotta pass on the torch, and besides, I have something really important that I promised myself I wouldn’t do till the day I decided to leave Hamilton. So, here we go.”
He took a deep breath, and then spoke.
“Y/N, can you come onto the stage?”
You were utterly confused, and then you were being dragged onstage by Carleigh and Thayne.
They stopped you in front of Anthony, and he smiled at you as he kissed your head.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Ant, what is all this…?”
“Just wait.”
He addressed the audience again as they finally quieted down from the cheers.
“This is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for the past 3 years, and it’s been the most amazing, most enjoyable 3 years.”
You smiled shyly, and waved at the audience.
“She’s the most sweet, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I’ve never met someone who was quite like you, which sets you apart, and makes you special.”
You blushed, and smiled as the crowd awed and cheered.
“We’ve shared so many memories here at this theater, and on this stage in general. You agreed to come here for a date, which happened the day of our first date, so technically, this was our second date.”
You recalled the day so clearly, and grinned as you remembered how nervous he was to hold your hand.
“But before that, it started with a fit of road rage from this one and bad driving on my part.”
You laughed along with the audience, although his driving skills had drastically improved now.
“But here you are now, from road rage to center stage. Which is why,”
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of you.
You gasped and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Y/N, you’ve been my number one girl for 3 years now. You’re charismatic, beautiful, hilarious, and caring all in one package. What else could I ask for? I know you’re mine, but I want that to be forever. Will you marry me?”
You nodded vigorously, and tackled him in a kiss.
You laughed through the tears, and smiled down at him.
“From road rage to center stage, huh? I’m going to quote you from the first thing you said to me, hey that rhymed!”

anonymous asked:

Headcanon. Archie is the first person Veronica tells about her feelings for Betty idk I just feel like it would be a thing where she's ranting at him and says something about how it's so fucked up that people like people who don't like them back and he's thinking 'betty isn't even mad at me for not liking her back anymore but you're still mad at me for her' until Veronica gets real sad and says something like I just want her to love me or something and he realizes that she likes Betty but idk

So I took this ask as a prompt and wrote a little one shot based off of it.

I wrote this at 2 am so it’s kinda rough but I still hope you like it.

————–

His day had started off well enough; early morning football practice, which wasn’t really all that great, hadn’t it been for the fact that a great new melody for one of his songs had popped into his head.

Humming the tune as he walked through the halls, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Veronica Lodge at the end of the hallway; clearly out for blood. Just as he was about to turn the other way to escape her wrath, he heard her shout out to him.

So much for that plan.

As he turned around he saw Veronica walk towards him with a fire in her step that showed that she meant business. And here he had thought this was going to be a good day. Stupid.

“Archie Andrews! Don’t think I didn’t see you.”

He had only hoped.

“I need to talk to you actually, Ronnie, but can we please go somewhere else?” He said defeatedly. Knowing damn well that if Veronica wanted something, she was going to get it.

She glared at him suspiciously but followed him to the music room, which was surprisingly empty for once.

“This better be good because I’m about to go off on you in about two minutes” she said, crossing her arms in defiance.

“Whatever you’re going to say about me and Betty, I know, okay?” He said, sitting down in front of the piano. “I’m a douchebag for stringing her along and hurting her just because I was too blind to see that my best friend has a crush on me.”

“So whatever you have to say, save it.” He looked down at the keys. “I’ve already told her I’m sorry a million times, and she has forgiven me! No hard feelings.” He dared to look up at her but her face was unreadable.

“Are you done?” She said, looking unimpressed.

“Yes.” He was.

“Betty stood at my door crying Archie! No, sobbing actually, because you rejected her for being ‘too perfect for you’.” Veronica said to him accusingly. “Who even uses that lame old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse anymore?”

He did apparently. “Look Ronnie, I know you’re mad at me and all, but you haven’t talked to me in two weeks and now you suddenly come at me out of nowhere.”

“Betty has moved on, why can’t you?” He asked her gently.

She looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him by the piano. Laying her head on his shoulder and sighing deeply.

He looked at her; careful to not make any sudden movements that would disturb her from her thoughts, seeing not quite anger, but sadness reflected in her eyes.

“I just know how much it sucks when someone you like doesn’t like you back. I don’t wish that feeling on anyone. Especially not Betty.” Veronica finally answered, her voice having lost all the fire it once held.

Archie put his arm around her then, feeling her completely deflate against him. He knew there was something he wasn’t seeing. A piece of the puzzle he was missing; but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“I’m sorry for being angry at you Arch.” She said. “It just seems hardly fair when you love someone so much but they are completely oblivious.” He felt her words vibrating against his chest.

Suddenly, it clicked.

“You’re in love with Betty…” He says hesitantly.

Veronica is silent for a long while then, letting the sentence hang between them, making the air feel thick with unspoken thoughts. Because even though her face showed no sign of discomfort, he felt her heart rapidly thudding against his shoulder.

She looks up at him with a sad smile on her face.

“I’m in love with Betty.” She finally says, sounding so certain that he almost doesn’t believe that she came to that conclusion just a few seconds ago. Just like that, it was as clear as night and day. Veronica was in love with Betty just like the earth revolves around the sun, as sure as the currents of the sea.

“But that doesn’t matter.” She says, looking up at him “Because I’m in love with Betty and she’s in love with you.”

freya737282  asked:

So many people are feeling sad for Lyanna but nobody gives a damn about Elia who suffered more ,why ?

I don’t think it’s necessarily true that nobody gives a damn about Elia but she does get sidelined sometimes in fandom, which I think is actually a reflection of how utterly dismissed she is in the text? Not to absolve fandom of any blame in that; racism and sexism make frequent appearances in any discussion of Elia, and there is a tendency to steamroll her while trying to paint Rhaegar and Lyanna as the Ultimate Tragic Love Story that had that small unfortunate side effect of utterly destroying Elia –because love is enough to wash off all of Rhaegar’s sins apparently. See, he just loved Lyanna so much that he couldn’t help it and behaved without thinking of the hell he was putting Elia through, and isn’t that the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?– but the text itself is responsible in no small part for the dismissal of Elia.

Elia is used as a plot device by the text; she is almost an afterthought till the second half of ASOS. Even in her own murder, most of the aftershocks and the relevance of the Sack of King’s Landing and the brutality shown to the royal family mostly centers on Rhaenys and Aegon. It’s the children that haunt Ned, the children that Robert saw as a threat and that Tywin used as fealty, the children that pain Dany, the children that remained (somewhat) with Thoros of Myr. Those small bodies wrapped in crimson red are what gets the focus. Elia is either tacked on at the end or brought up in the context of her motherhood to them.

Of course it’s understandable for the characters to have a more visceral reaction to Rhaenys and Aegon considering their age, but the text handles Elia in the same way in several places that it becomes painfully apparent how she is only a plot device with next to no characterization or voice or even presence. She is shelved by GRRM until he needs to remind us of Gregor’s brutality, or to use her to motivate her brothers’ revenge plans. Elia only truly matters to Doran and Oberyn, both of whom are so deep in their revenge plans, and neither of whom are POV characters. Perhaps the only scene where Elia was given due individual importance in the text was when Oberyn was screaming her name and her suffering at Gregor Clegane during Tyrion’s trial by combat, and even that –visceral and powerful as it was–wasn’t without its flaws.

Elia exists in the narrative to suffer, give birth and motivate her brothers’ revenge, that’s the extent of her relevance in the text. There isn’t really much to discuss in Elia’s story. We don’t have any material to talk about so Elia does not get brought up all that much, unless in relation to discussing Rhaegar’s actions. Mind you, Lyanna isn’t exactly fleshed out either but we do have material to discuss….and things to fight over because people go to unimaginable lengths to defend Rhaegar’s actions with Lyanna whereas it’s agreed upon that he treated Elia abominably, thank god for small mercies. Though there is some small faction that argues that Rhaegar was actually looking for Elia’s best interest in some roundabout way but I reckon you don’t want to raise your blood pressure. Elia is just…there during the rebellion. She gets afforded a couple of lines about how she is kept hostage and about her death; her characterization is simplified to one line that became the source of the theory about her being fine with Rhaegar eloping with Lyanna. Elia exists solely to further the stories of the men and to shape their characters and that reflects in fandom discussion as well.

Lyanna is much more prominent in the text compared to Elia. The readers sure feel her presence and form a sort of emotional attachment to her through her constant presence in Ned’s chapters. She is the shadow lurking on the periphery of the story with a palpable impact on several characters from Ned’s to Jon’s to Robert’s to even Cersei’s. She is also directly tied to Robert’s Rebellion which is the single most influential past event in the story. The events at the Tower of Joy is still largely a mystery and the whole thing culminated in the longest and tightest lie in all of the novels. Lyanna has some characterization and a story that invites discussion and speculation, something that is lacking when it comes to Elia. A lot of people care about Elia, but it often gets swallowed by screaming about Rhaegar’s stupidity which I can’t fully blame fandom for because the text invites it.

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I was watching one of my favorite movies last night (The Breakfast Club) and I had an idea for a story! I love it when that happens. I had a couple drabbles that I was going to post, but I wasn’t sure if they were good enough and this seemed like a better idea to me. As of right now (because I haven’t finished the story) I haven’t decided if there are any specific pairings. I’m just gonna go with the flow. This is also an AU so the characters have a few different traits than in the  show. Riley and Maya are still best friends. That will never change. Also, Riley has an older brother in this fic. In the beginning (before the show aired), she was set to have an older brother named Elliot, and I thought it would be great for her to be the middle child.

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Part 1- Three Rules

At the sight of the old, brown stone building sitting in the middle of the industrial city, Riley Matthews huffed in frustration. Her fingers clenched her phone so tightly, her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being at this place (she was forced by the law to go five days a week for eight hours a day), it was the fact that because of a stupid incident, she was sitting outside on the sixth day of the week. Saturday morning.

“You’re going to break your phone if you keep using it as a stress reliving item,” her older brother, Elliot stated at he parked the car in front of the steps. She said nothing. “You’re only going to be here till three.”

She looked at him quickly in rage. “That’s seven hours I could be practicing for the concert, which by the way, is TONIGHT!” Her voice rang in the vehicle as she fell back into her seat and huffed. Not only did she have detention for seven hours, she was less then 12 hours away from her concert, in which scouts from Juilliard School of the Arts would be attending.

He looked at her sympathetically, even though she basically yelled at him harshly. A few years ago, he probably would have yelled back at her, but he understood the stress and anxiety she must be dealing with, since tonight could make or break her future to attend one of the elite schools in the country for music making. Plus she was good kid, always followed her parents rules, she did well in school, and practiced the violin hard. It was the instrument she based her whole life around.

Since the day she held the small instrument at the age of four, she wanted this to be her profession. Despite her parents (father in particular) wanting her to be an athlete, like Elliot and her little brother, Auggie, she rather spend her days sitting in front of a music sheet, rubbing hair and strings making beautiful melodies. Her mother supported her from the beginning, and after Mr. Matthews saw the potential she had to be one of the greats, he stopped pestering her and let her do her own thing. She was her own person, and deserved to do what she desired, since it was her life and not her parents.

“So I’m assuming mom and dad don’t know about this?” He asked.

She sighed defeatedly. “No, they don’t. If they did, they would flip and who knows what will happen. So I told them I was going to be here practicing. Unfortunately, I was told myself that I couldn’t bring anything but my homework and food for lunch, so you mind if I leave my violin here in your car?”

His brown eyes looked at the old case and nodded. “Yeah, so I’m picking you up at three?” Riley nodded, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the case. “Am I also picking up Maya too?”

“How did you know she was going to be here today?”

He gave her a look that said really? “Because ninety-nine percent of the times you get in trouble, Maya Hart is not trailing far behind. I’ve been watching that for the last ten years of our lives.”

Yes, more often it was Maya who got into difficult inconveniences, and if Riley was ever put in a situation where she was at fault too, it was because of her troubled blonde best friend. Normally it was small stuff that caused her to get lunch detention or to stay after school for an hour, but recently Maya had been rebelling to the point she could have been in handcuffs. Riley could never really tell her to not continue this behavior directly, but instead hint to her that what she was doing was not acceptable. Her life at home wasn’t the best situation and the brunette understood that this behavior was normal in order to get attention from mom and dad.

But this act was taken too far, and Maya had dragged Riley right down with her. To the bottom of the pit itself.

Elliot tapped his thumb on the wheel of the car. “You better get in there,” he stated. “Because we all know Mrs. Know’s the Librarian. She ain’t gonna put up with tardiness and if you get suspended, mom and dad are really gonna flip.”

He was right, and she groaned in aggravation as she opened the car door to get out. She spotted the blonde on the top of the steps, and turned back to face her brother. “I’m ready for this day to be over with.”

—–

They said nothing as they walked the halls silently down to the library. Every now and then she could look over and spot the guilt on Maya’s face. Riley hated that her best friend felt this way, but it was technically her fault that they were here on a Saturday, serving detention. Not to mention the brunette was a tad angry with the blonde, and Riley hated that she felt this way too. It was very rare to have this feeling towards her. They weren’t supposed to be mad at each other, ever. They were supposed to be the others escape. A way out of stress. But today wasn’t that day.

In the library, things were quiet, as they should be. Three chairs had been taken up so far. In the front, Isadora Smackle sat, with all the study equipment she could possibly bring, besides her laptop. Riley found it extremely odd that the smartest girl and not to mention, popular girl in school would be caught in Saturday detention, but was reminded that she, herself was here too.

In the other two seats, Lucas Friar and his adopted brother, Isaiah Babineaux sat, quietly whispering to one another, before looking up at the two girls who had just walked in. Lucas was the most popular guy in school for a newbie, as well as one of the most arrogant, self-centered people too. With his dazzling smile, muscular biceps, one look at a girl could make them swoon in his presence. Riley was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, she’d give him that, but his attitude and first impression gave Riley a bad taste in her mouth.

Isaiah was different. He was Friar’s adoptive brother. A southern gentleman from Texas, who said “please” and “thank you” on a regular basis, as well as “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “yes sir,” and “no sir.” He was also the class clown, who always tried to make the best out of a hard situation. Riley happened to have him in a few of her classes, and she enjoyed his presence more so than his obnoxious step-brother.

Riley and Maya took their seats, sitting at the same table, but on separate ends. The blonde glanced at the brunette in hopes that their eyes would meet. Riley couldn’t look at her, at least not right now. She found the clock sitting on the checkout desk in front of the office door. 7:58. Two minutes before the torturous day would begin.

The door to the office opened and Mrs. Knows, with her silver grey hair, oversized glasses and rag looking face appeared. She might not have looked like much, but she could be scary, when she wanted to be. Just before she opened her mouth to speak, the bulky door to the entrance of the library opened and Farkle Minkus appeared, walking at his own pace to the seat in front of Riley and Maya.

“Mr. Minkus,” the Librarian said, “almost late, aren’t we?” Riley wished she could see his face, but he said nothing so the old lady continued. “Alright, you’re all here till three today. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, no cell phones.” A groan came from every one. “Rule number three, if you disrupt me while I’m watching—doing work, this will no longer be a Saturday detention, but a suspension.” Ouch. “Put your cell phones on the desk and I will come collect them. You will get them back at the end of the day.” She looked up. “Yes, Mr. Babineaux?”

Riley turned to see that he had been raising his hand. “What are we supposed to do till then?”

“Well, you were informed to bring books to study, read, writing materials to do homework. Or you could just twiddle your thumbs all day long,” she chuckled. “As long as your quiet and following my three rules.” She collected the phones and waddled back to her office, closing the door behind her.

“Well this is pointless,” Lucas stated, standing up from his seat. “Come on Zay, let’s scram.” Isaiah didn’t move though and opened his mouth to protest.

Just before passing, Maya stood up to meet him. “Sit down Ranger Rick. You heard the lady, breaking the rules meant suspension. You might be new here, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Mrs. Knows is not a lady to tip toe around. She won’t hesitate to pull out a pink slip.” She leaned forward on her desk. “You really want that on your record Ball Boy?”

Riley could hear Zay’s chuckle from the back. Lucas looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”

“She called you Ranger Rick and Ball Boy,” his tone made Riley want to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She was supposed to be upset right now. “I like her.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and looked down at Maya seriously. She was at least a foot and a half shorter than him, but she didn’t care. She knew her size, and she was proud. “Look Blondie, I ain’t got time to sit around for seven hours doing nothing. Zay and I have a big game tonight and this we should be prepping, not twiddling our thumbs,” his southern accent was thick.

Farkle turned in his seat. “And you think we’re here to sit around and do nothing?” His voice was deep and his tone was full of protest. “You think we all don’t have something better to do, or somewhere better to be? It’s not just your life that’s important. This time is blocking us from our lives too. So you can sit down and suck it up like the rest of us.” He turned back around and continued to read from the manuscript in his hand.

Minkus was the smartest guy in the school, and everyone knew that. He was also one of the hottest guys too. Not Lucas Friar hot, but still hot. If you had never met him before in your entire life, you probably would have picked him out to be a prep, guaranteed admission into Princeton University, or some other Ivy League school, not because he was smart enough, but because his dad had all the money in the world to send him. You’d say he was a popular guy that partied and could have any girl he liked on his arm. Maybe he was obnoxious too, arrogant and only cared about materialistic nonsense he could buy from anywhere on Fifth Avenue.

But he was just the opposite. With physical qualities of a pretty rich boy and being somewhat athletic, he was a loner. You could normally find him in a library studying for classes he had been dull-enrolled in by his parents through NYU, or in the Science lab on the north end of campus, face stuck to a microscope. He had friends, but they were the obnoxious rich smarties he didn’t click with or the kids who used him for his money. It was really sad.

Lucas looked annoyed staring down at Maya, while her raised eyebrows told a different story. “You heard the genius, Hop-a-Long.”

He looked warningly at Zay who started snickering once again. Then he turned to Farkle, who was no longer paying attention. “If you’re a genius Minkus, why are you in Saturday detention? I thought you’d be smart enough to dodge a situation like this.” It was a good question.

Farkle didn’t glance away from the words on his page, but stated, “That’s my problem, not yours, and you’re forgetting that I’m not the only genius gracing your presence at this moment.” His finger pointed to the side towards a certain lady with pitch black hair.

Maya cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, Smack-lay, what brings you to the land of the troubled?”

The dark-haired girl turned slightly to the right. “It is none of your business to know why I have been sentenced to this dreadful atmosphere, but if you must be reminded, rule number one rule states that we should not be talking, otherwise this dreadful day will be spent confined in our rooms and none of us will be able to enjoy going to the events we wish to attend, playing the games you desire to win, or what ever it is you all do in your spare time. I for one have no desire to to take part in this conversation no more. I have better activities to do at this desk other than exercise my gums that lead to my suspension and the beginning of my problematics hindering my early acceptance into Princeton.” Her face whipped around so quickly, her hair flew behind her.

Lucas stared at Maya for a long time, and finally feeling defeated, he walked back over to sit down. “So what are we supposed to do?”

Riley licked her lips thinking about what she could do that would benefit her. They were in a library, full of books. She was sure she could find a music book with the classical song she was performing this evening. She stood up, and Maya looked at her curiously. “Where you going Riles?” The blonde began to stand back up with her.

But Riley turned quickly on her heels, holding out her hand for her to stop. “I’m just going to get a book. That’s it.”

Maya’s expression dropped. She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh and demanding, but the tone came out too soon with the words. Her best friend sat back down, and Riley had caught Farkle’s blue eyes with her own. She couldn’t read his expression, and that drove her insane. Usually she was great at reading people, but she could never tell what Farkle Minkus was thinking. Ever.

She turned away, heading for the music selection in the huge library. It was time she put her focus on to the concert tonight. People drama was the least of her worries now.


Preview to next chapter:

“Goodie-two-shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. “If you’re a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?” Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

you call it regression, i call it depression.

this woman, who btw has a history of depression and already lives in self-loathing, just had further confirmation that no one loves her enough to notice when she’s gone and that her usurper might be a better mother to her own baby girls than she is, at least according to someone.

she tried nice. she did her best. it didn’t serve her at all, if anything opening up  exposed her to diffidence and prejudice, then sheer indifference (mother’s day). ultimately, to danger (petrafication). and no one noticed. (speaking of which, even jane doesn’t count: she merely put two and two together, it had nothing to do with warmth or affection)

petra feels unloved, and to be brutally frank she probably is to some extent, and it’s not her fault nor no one else’s and she can’t help it. waking up from this incredibly traumatizing nightmare she could have broken down for good, she could have exposed herself to what feels like the humiliation of admitting to craving at least some kind of affection that’s just not there. but she chose rage instead. at least rage gives you a reason to survive. in her head, she’s defending herself.

Adrienette Month?? I thought we had one already...

So I’ve been seeing a lot of things pop up on my dash for “Adrienette month” which left me feeling really confused because I thought we already had Adrienette April… So I look around and sure enough there is a prompt list. WELL I decided that instead of doing an Adrienette month (because lets not kid ourselves I am going to be doing Adrienette things all the time anyways) I decided that I am going to take the prompt list and instead give a doodle a day (Once I catch up) to some of the things on the show that get LESS love and attention, because there are already tons of people out there who are far more talented then I showering the love square with affection anyways. I will be calling it Alternative Month ^_^ 

Day 1: Made for Each Other

ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE!
So last night I was scrolling through my feed on Instagram and I was just seeing all these girls who were showing off their beautiful looks, their progress which is always very inspiring to me!! but I found myself starting to pick myself apart wishing I had their hair, skin, curves, muscles, etc. I was thinking about ways I could change myself to try and look like them, and feeling like I wasn’t good enough and why should I even try to reach my goals when I’m never going to look like them. When I caught myself thinking these terrible things about myself, I had to take a step back put the phone down and breath. I reminded myself that no I’m not ever going to look like them and thats OKAY because everyone is different and unique in their own way! And instead of tearing myself down I started to build myself up with kind words and things that make me a good strong person. Social media is a great thing, but is can also be a very toxic place. It’s okay to struggle and have these little moments because it reminds us that we are all human. The most important thing to do is to love yourself, say and think positive things about yourself because you are beautiful just the way you are and you DO NOT need to change yourself what so ever! ❤

Venom Movie Coming 2018... and why I want to shoot myself in the head:

Okay, so just to get everyone on the same page, the two Amazing Spiderman movies were within a seperate/standalone cinematic universe, as opposed to the giant MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) we all know and love. That’s because Sony and Marvel Studios are two seperate entities. Almost 2 years ago, Sony had ALL the rights to the Spiderman character, which was why the Amazing Spiderman wasn’t, and couldn’t have possibly been connected to the MCU. Unfortunately for Sony, their Spidey films didn’t do as well as they’d hoped, and soon enough, Marvel Studios head Kevin Feige obtained the rights back from Sony so that they could reboot the character, allowing Spidey to exist within the MCU, which was why Tom Holland’s rendition premiered in Captain America Civil War and is getting his first debut movie in July (Spiderman Homecoming). When Sony relieved the rights to the character, with it came all the characters connected to it, allowing the MCU to use villains such as Dr Octopus or Rhino if they wanted to in the future, and it’s also the reason why Vulture is able to be the villain in the upcoming Homecoming film. It all sounds great, however, the shift of character rights wasn’t a perfect transition from Sony to Marvel Studios. Sony still somewhat possesses control over Spidey in terms of direction and creativity. Kevin Feige pitches ideas regarding Spidey, but Sony always have to approve it. It’s an awkward relationship, but if it means that Spidey can exist within the MCU and fight alongside the Avengers then it’s worth it. Now here comes the somewhat bad news. Because Sony is still attached to Spiderman and all the characters tied to him, they still have the power to make their own films, OUTSIDE of the MCU. Yes, rather pointless I know. The first occurrence of this is when Sony announced an animated Miles Morales Spiderman movie a few months back. Okay, that’s bareable I guess, it’s animated and it clearly doesn’t exist as part of the MCU, just a fun little cartoon. Sony haven’t stopped there though… Oh no. They’ve just announced (seemingly out of nowhere) that they’re planning on releasing a Venom standalone movie, NEXT YEAR! If you understood what I was blabbing on about earlier, then it means it won’t be within the MCU, because Sony are making it without Marvel Studios, and it’s also not a spin off of the two Amazing Spiderman movies seeing as though they’ve been demolished. So it is 100% standalone. A movie about venom with no access to any Spidey characters that the MCU will want to use, let alone the Web-crawler himself. I suppose you could argue that you don’t need a Spiderman to have a Venom movie, but there’s so many characters and so much lore that can only be accessed by using Spidey characters. I honestly don’t see any need in this film. It’s so obvious that it’s just Sony still trying to prove that they still have some control of the Spidey rights, but they’re backed into a corner with limited creativity, just trying to make standalone Spidey-related content whilst tied with their awkward relationship with Marvel Studios. It’s ridiculous and hilarious at the same time. What is the point of going out of your way to make a Venom movie on its own? They hit the green light and it’ll mean we won’t have Venom in the MCU in the future because Sony will be too busy forcing a standalone franchise with him instead. Way to confuse movie goers even more. So you got the big MCU over at Disney/Marvel Studios, you got Fox’s Xmen universe, and now you have Sony’s solo Venom franchise now. Get the convoluted graphs and charts ready when trying to explain this to casual moviegoers. At least a random one-off animated Miles Morales movie was easier to understand. I’m honestly so confused and frustrated at the same time. What. Is. The. Point? If it flops then it’ll only fracture Sony’s already unstability more. Then the MCU/Marvel Studios will be like, “Okay Sony, nice try. Let us do Venom now from scratch, making your run of the character obsolete and meaningless like we did to your Amazing Spiderman movies, so Tom Holland’s Spidey and Venom and coexist in the MCU like they should”. That in turn will just confuse people even more if the day came and Venom was rebooted for the MCU. It’d receive the same confusion and backlash that Spiderman Homecoming did. Casual moviegoers didn’t grasp the need and importance of the Spidey reboot, unaware of the seperate cinematic universes. How stupid will it look when Sony makes a completley seperate Venom movie next year at the side of the MCU giant, and in a few years time, Marvel Studios strips them of the character and implements a new version within the MCU? It’s literally pointless to make a Venom movie OUTSIDE of the MCU without Spiderman. Sony, what are you doing? End my suffering… So to clarify, Sony is making a standalone Venom movie, outside and unconnected to the MCU because they’re stupid, all whilst still working with the MCU for Spiderman Homecoming, rather than leaving Venom alone and allowing the MCU to use the character themselves in a few years time, like in Phase 4 or something.

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Love Lockdown

summary: you sneak behind your groups back to visit Negan, only believing he has a small crush until you set him straight and stop seeing him which shows his true obsession he has with you.

warning: language, negan’s actions

Originally posted by cerseilannister

“I’m not loving you the way I wanted to. What I had to do, had to run from you. I’m in love with you but the vibe is wrong, and that haunted me all the way home. So you never know, never, never know. Never know enough till it’s over love. Till we lose control, system overload. So keep your love lockdown.”


You always took your daily trips to Negan’s sanctuary which he admired. It made his day to see your long locks of hair bouncing as you skipped through the sanctuary like a small child just so you could pay him and Lucille a visit, and to see your hips swinging as he watched you leave once you two said your goodbyes give him great satisfaction.

You were oblivious to the idea of his fascination and infatuation with someone like you. You believed he liked the idea of you but you knew it wouldn’t matter if you visited him again. It’s not like he’d notice, you thought.

Maybe it was because you were new at love. You haven’t had much experience even if you were in your mid twenties. You were positive you were only a toy to Negan. So before anything could happen, you stopped visiting him. He was in fact the worst man alive and if your group found out. That would ruin everything.

One week. It’s been one week since you last saw Negan. It was odd not seeing him flash you an arrogant grin while Lucille rested along his broad shoulder, but you knew it was for the best.

“I’ll be back, Rick. I’m going for a walk.” You stated as you grabbed your supplies, quickly sitting them down as you grabbed a hair tie and created a high ponytail with your hair.

Rick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Be careful, (Y/N)”

He was the most worrisome member of your group. Sort of like a father figure to you.

Your lips carved into a smile across your face and you nodded your head. “I plan on it.”

You greeted the rest of the group on the way out as you shut the gate with your free hand.

You skipped through the woods with a riffle in your hand and absolutely no care in the world.

You hit a couple of walkers across their skull with the riffle; spitting their heads open which caused a smirk of satisfaction to play open your lips.

“Bingo.” You cheered with enthusiasm.

Your personality was like a child till someone crossed you which made you turn cold. Negan found that interesting how you had no care whatsoever and acted so perky.

Sometimes you were what he need on a bad day which he hated to admit.

He treated women with respect. But even with Sherry and Amber, he didn’t feel this way. He actually dropped them for you since you started your routine of seeing him which you had no idea about.

You glanced down at your white converse which had mud and grass stained along them and noticed one of your shoes were untied.

You groaned in anger as you bended over; tying the laces.

“ Shit, nice fucking view if I do say so myself.” You heard Negan from behind you mutter causing you to gasp softly in a startled state.

‘O-Oh Negan, hi.” You responded, instantly standing up.

He faked a playful pout. “You could have stayed down there, you know?” He began to walk around you in circles causing your heart to race.

“Well, would you look at that?” He continued to pace around you in circles, slowly bringing his hands up that looked as if they were so large they could crush your skull, untying the ribbon from your head which caused your thick locks of hair to flow down to your shoulders.

“I like your hair down better, kitten,” He flashed you a grin which made you speechless.

“Shit, you’re being shy now? Where’s the hyper lil girl that jumps around me all the damn time? Oh right, you haven’t came to see me and that makes me feel angered, doll face.”

Your bottom lip began to poke out, but you instantly sucked it in.

“Negan, I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore. You are a sick, sick man. How would Rick feel seeing us frolic throughout the field, killing walkers together?” You replied with your head held high as you walked past him.

He chuckled loudly which made you jolt, grabbing your wrist which caused you to bump into his chest.

“I think us frolicking through the field bashing people’s domes in would be much more appropriate.”

You made a disgust face, “Asshole.”

He chuckled even louder, “You’re not leaving me, princess.”

This time his tone seemed to be saddened which confused you.

You scoffed, cocking an eyebrow. “Why Negan? You think I’ll be sitting happily in your lap while you clean the blood off that damn bat every night? Huh?”

He placed his tongue along his bottom lip before chuckling softly.

“I’m a man of negotiation. I don’t cross any fucking body unless they cross me. I know one thing for certain though, your visits fill my empty motherfucking cold heart. I like that shit.”

He brought Lucille up as he raised his hands with a smirk resting along his bearded face.

I think we could have something special, (Y/N), I want to be able to provide for you and show you that,” He walked closer to you so now both of your chests brushed against each other.

Are you in?” He placed his soft lips against your ear which caused chills to run down your spine; shivering in his powerful embrace.

Your instant reaction was to kiss him and that was what you did.

You placed your lips against his hungrily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you, yarning for this moment.

His fingertips along your waist and neck were enough to make you feel like you were on Cloud 9.

He groaned softly against your lips, pressing your body against his RV.

“That’s my dirty girl.” A smirk plastered onto both of your faces as he threw you over his shoulder, walking into the RV.




A/N: Guys, I cannot thank you enough for almost 30 notes on my imagine I literally just wrote yesterday. I’m amazed. Please check out my Negan fanfic on my page if you love Negan/Jeffery. I have faith for the story that it would be liked. xoxo.

Welcome to Lakewood {Scream/Supernatural Crossover} Part 1

A/N: So when I had seen a request for supernatural….I just had to try it since supernatural is one of the series I get so inspired with. I hope you all love it with hearts

Originally posted by queenofhelldarlin


Originally posted by iambexed

You were the driver’s seat as you listened to the radio with Sam and Dean Winchester. You had met them when you were a little girl. However when you were old enough you soon gone into their ‘special’ business. You ended up being a target which caused them to tell you everything you needed to know. You decided that it was best if you joined seeing that you were in danger since you found out.

“So, where we headed?” Sam asked. You didn’t move your head as you spoke.

“Lakewood, apparently this person was murdered over there and well…The way that they died and the witness means something is up”

“It could be some psycho” Dean pointed out, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

“Um sorry to disappoint but what witness says that the person ‘walking through walls’ and literally looked transparent” You said, turning to him with a pleasant smile as Sam let out a low whistle “So anyway, since this person is targeting teenagers…”

“You’re gonna have to become part of the Lakewood school”

You sent Sam a small smirk “Exactly”


You walked through the halls of Lakewood, taking down notes in your head as you looked around, taking in notes while trying to be normal at the same time. It wasn’t long before you want paying attention and then you felt your skin get into contact with another. Causing you to fall down to the ground with a thud. You let out a small whimper before a hand was in front of you.

“My bad, that might have been the most embarrassing moment I’ve done all day” said the female. You couldn’t help but take in her details but you quickly tried to mask the feeling of warmness in your heart as you smiled and took her hand.

“It’s fine, I’ve been through worse embarrassing moments” You joked as you two shared a small laugh before you sent her a small smile “Im Y/N”

“Audrey”

“Hey Audrey” a red haired female walked up her and kissed her on the cheek. You blood began to heat up. You felt a bit angry on the inside for some reason but you kept it in with a smile as you took in the two girls sharing one small kiss.

“Hey Gina”

“I…um I hope I’m not butting in here but I’d better get to class” you said, trying your best not to puke at the sight. Audrey pulled away from Gina before she sent you a small smile.

“Its cool, I’ll show you around at lunch”

“Sure” you said, noticing the small glare in Gina’s eyes as her and Audrey walked away to class. You felt a bad vibe from her for some reason. But you quickly shook that off. Mission and Class….Mission and classes…


After class ended and it was time for lunch you quickly grabbed your stuff and headed out of the door. That is until you bumped into someone for the second time in a row however you didnt fall this time.

“It’s becoming a habit for us to bump into each other” Audrey’s voice made you blush in embarrassment making her laugh a bit.

“This doesn’t usually happen” you pointed out, she playfully grin before taking your arm.

“Come on”

“Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Emma, Brooke, Noah, Stavo and you already know Gina” Everyone sent you a smile and ‘Hey’ or ‘Hi’ in greetings except for Gina. She seems as though she doesnt really like very much…You sat down just as girls are walking by whispering rumors. You heard a bit as you turned around.

“You hear…a body was found”

“Yea, it was another girl”

You bit your lip softly as you saw Emma look down. You looked at her before placing a hand on hers for comfort making her turn to look at you as you shared a small smile.

“Welcome to Lakewood” Noah said awkwardly as your phone began to ring. For some reason it made everyone a bit jumpy. You raised an eyebrow before picking it up and answering it.

“Dean hey” Everyone seemed to sigh in relief as you smiled and spoke with this person “No, I’m fine why? Oh okay”

“Hey Y/N” You turned to Brooke “Why don’t you ask Dean if you could maybe go to my house for a party”

“Um Sure” you said with a small smile, not noticing someone with a mask watching you from the shadows.

{End of Part One}

Thoughts on Jumin

Man, the 707 Reset Theory was depressing enough, but the Jumin Reset Theory? Oh, man… imagine all the implications…

I was really inspired by @imjamiejamz‘s art! And my love for Jumin

Disclaimer: Long post ahead!

I mean, let’s face it. Because of the environment he had growing up, he didn’t learn to properly process and express his emotions. He grew up in  a corporate world where everything had to be cold, rational, and efficient. Almost everything — his feelings, wishes, desires — had to be heavily repressed for the sake of efficiency (which I think triggers his Bad End 2, since MC basically coaxes him into unleashing his suppressed desires). He wasn’t really loved and didn’t know how to love in return. The women in his life either had ill intentions towards him or only went after him for his wealth. He struggled with a lot of issues internally, but had no outlet to vent. He basically dealt with everything alone.

Jumin, essentially, was (and still is) a lonely person. Though Rika and V were his two closest friends, they eventually had to leave his life. With Elizabeth 3rd, however, he finally had a means of projecting his suppressed feelings of loneliness.

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Draco X Reader: Bad Day

I sighed, slamming the door to my room closed behind me and letting my books fall to the floor. It had been a long day. I’d forgotten to do my Potions assignment, which resulted in a detention from Snape (he was in a particularly bad mood today), and McGonagall hadn’t been kind while giving us homework. I swear I’ll die before I’m finished it all. I hadn’t had enough time for a meal all day because I’d been studying at the library any moment I could, and to top it all off, I was on my period. I was exhausted.

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On “The Curse of Cindy”

I just wanna say that I really ship Ezekiel and Cindy now…BUT I firmly believe that Jake and Jenkins interpreted the situation incorrectly and there’s another reason why Ezekiel was not effected by the obsession potion:

  1. Ezekiel couldn’t even remember where he saw her before until he saw her on TV show clips. If he had any feelings for her it would have been “oh that girl is really cute and I like her” not “I love this girl so much it rivals true obsession”. Since that magic was strong enough to over shadow the confirmed canon TRUE LOVE of Flynn and Eve, I highly doubt Ezekiel could have loved her that much if he even did at all.
  2. This episode confirmed that Ezekiel has grown from self obsession to self love over the course of the last few seasons, especially in Point of Salvation. Which means that Ezekiel’s egocentrism probably wasn’t what saved him, and even Jake (although I don’t agree with his conclusion) proved that by pointing out his and Flynn’s egocentrism being pretty strong too (which we sorta confirmed for Flynn last episode)

We have gotten a little more of Ezekiel’s history, but we still haven’t gotten his parentage. I’m still convinced that Ezekiel has some sort of magical ancestry (or maybe even direct relations). Especially to greek gods and goddess since he seems more correlate with Zeus and his skills are very similar to Hermes. 

SO it’s probably more likely the magic he has in his system that spared him, not a pre-existing deep love for Cindy. 

Putting all that aside that kiss was SO SIMILAR to Eve and Flynn’s first kiss that it kills me. Honestly I hope we get to see her again in later seasons and she’s not a one episode fling.