yeah i already posted the second one but this one's bigger

12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

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Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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stultiloquentia  asked:

Yes!!! Do you have any interest in writing a NurseyDex continuation of your Sprezzatura 'verse? If not, hit me up with some competence kink - Dex POV of Nursey, or Falcs' POV of Bitty, or Jack, or whomever strikes your fancy; I'm so easy. :D

So, uh, this one got long. Here’s a continuation of the Sprezzatura ’verse.


Derek consciously told himself to unclench his teeth and relax his jaw. He hated calculus. So much. His brain simply refused to work the way the book and the professor seemed to think it should and he just needed to get through this class and then he’d have completed his stupid math requirement and never have to worry about it again. But first he had to pass it.

He was going to have to ask for help.

He hated asking for help.

He was going to do it anyway. You don’t have to be perfect at everything, he reminded himself. He was still clenching his teeth again when he texted Dex, though.

Ice: Yo, can you help me with calc?

Fire: Be there in ~15 mins. Need help with English anyway.

Derek sat back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face, then rolled his neck from side to side a few times and shook out his arms, trying to just fucking chill already. He found one of his wordless playlists to put on and tried to at least review the examples again before Dex got there so maybe he wouldn’t seem like a complete idiot. Ugh, he hated math.

Well, no, he just hated calculus. Or rather, the way calculus made him feel. He had never found a way to make calculus appear effortless for him, and he was getting really tired of grinding his teeth.

He was glad to get up and answer the door when Dex knocked. “C’mon in, man, you can sit wherever. My roommate has a new girlfriend, so he won’t care.”

Dex frowned at the thought of sitting on someone else’s bed without permission and dumped his bag on Derek’s bed instead. Which Derek had known he would do. He bit back a grin.

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Let me elaborate from the previous post.

You see, Lionsgate produces movies and distributes them in US, Canada, and UK. The rest of the world? They sale the rights to other local distribution companies to do promotion and sale them to theaters to show their movies. This is basically why Lionsgate has the tendency to have (mostly) bomb after bomb and yet the company is still very much alive. You see how each year they make a crappy low budget animated movie that comes out in January? Norm of the North, Alpha & Omega, Rock Dog, to name a few, all bombs, and yet they got profit out of all them. Why? Because from selling the international distribution rights they practically recovered the budget and they get nothing but profit afterwards. On the meanwhile, the small local distributors get a quick profit for a movie they didn’t payed that much and they hardly promoted. Is a win-win.

It’s because of this form of distribution Power Rangers is failing internationally. Take for instance in my country, Mexico. In the opening weekend the movie was #1 at the mexican box-office. This was while having less screens than Beauty and the Beast (which already had a week in theaters), it’s major competitor that weekend. And yet, by the next weekend, it was in less screens than newcomer Ghost in the Shell AND B&tB. Why? Because whatever incentives the big companies offered the theaters, it was something the small local company couldn’t compete with. The local distributor, however, already received their profit, and Lionsgate doesn’t get much from international box-office anyway. This applies to pretty much any part of the world, having irregular distribution and promotion from country to country.

And how does this applies to Power Rangers and why buying toys would help much more guarantee a sequel?

Well, you see, Power Rangers is obviously a much bigger than most of Lionsgate’s films. They really wanted this to be their big franchise after Hunger Games, and even though it doesn’t look like it, Lionsgate has been receiving nothing but profit since day 1. Between the sale of distribution rights, canadian tax incentives, that Saban/Toei put part of the money, and whatever quantity (spoilers?) Krispy Kreme paid, despite the $110m budget, what LG truly invested into making the movie would be around 25-30m. So they practically recovered their investment since opening day!

“So this means we are getting a sequel? :D”

Calm down. No, it doesn’t. Again, Lionsgate, really wanted this to be their very own entry into the superhero movie bandwagon, and they really wanted this to be their new moneymaker since HG, since the Divergent series couldn’t live up to that (add those to the list of films with so-so box-office to outright bombs, and yet they still made sequels and they’re currently making a tv series). And even thought they probably won’t receive the money they wanted, there is a second party here that could push them into making at least one sequel: Saban/Toei.

As meanwhile Lionsgate keeps most of the box-office profit, Saban/Toei get their profit from merchandise. If they get more than enough from toy sales, they WILL push for a sequel, either with or without Lionsgate (granted, Lionsgate is the only one who would make such a gamble, so they’re the sure bet). Truth is, that is Saban’s/Toei’s true money maker, toys. For Power Rangers -and it’s sister series, Super Sentai- ratings are pretty much irrelevant, toy sales is what keeps those series alive (in particularly SS has had some serious decline and their movies aren’t exactly hits, but toy sales are always hot).

And yeah, I know toys are expensive, but if you could get something, you’ll help more the chances of a sequel than going to watch it again this weekend.

(Although form what I’ve seen the toys are not that much expensive from a movie ticket in US? I saw someone posting their ticket and it was $16?! What the fuck? Checking the Toys R Us website a toy is $8, so it’s cheaper than going to the movies, the fuck? In Mexico it’s $6, $10 tops if you go to a premium theater, what the fuck is wrong with american ticket prices, what the f)

Although, the most important thing is…

Keep this movie alive.

By that, I mean, keep it relevant. When it’s home released, show it to anyone who enters your house. Because, if the movie gets a sequel, it will be a make it or break deal. If the sequel gets mediocre earnings, it will not get further more sequels. It needs to be a hit. And, for that we need to bring in more people to watch this one. Maybe not in theaters, but through any other way. I remember that when I entered this hellsite, Pacific Rim was very popular. One post particularly stayed with me due to how quickly irrelevant it became. It said something along the lines of wanting Pacific Rim to become the next Star Wars, with all sorts of merchandise and tie-in novels and expanded universe stuffs. But people on this place forget and move on easily. I still follow many of the the blogs from that time who reblogged that post, and yet, only a handful of them keep posting PR stuff (practically only kaiju and toku blogs that I follow keep posting PR related content semi-regularly). I wonder if op even has any PR content on their blog nowadays. Want further sequels? Then do not let that happen to Power Rangers. 

That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Baby Dun- Josh Dun

December 2016

You and Josh were married for 3 months at the time and he’s always wanted kids.  When you found out all you could think of was how great of a father Josh was gonna be. This was the perfect timing since they would be off tour before the baby came.

You had to think of the prefect way of telling Josh, so you went to your best friend Jenna for some help.

Jenna thought of the idea of giving him drumsticks that said the due date on it. You love that idea, it was perfect. You stole the last pair he had in the house and wrote

‘coming soon….September 2017’.

You were still early on so you didn’t know the exact date but knew the month.

You hid the sticks so when Josh was looking for some he would come to you and you would give them to him hinting to look closely.

“Hey babe, do you know if my shipment of new sticks came in. I must have broken my last pair and I can’t seem to find any others.” Josh said from his practice room.

“Umm yeah, I actually think there might be a pair out here.” you said quickly grabbing the hidden pair and  bringing them to Josh.

“Found them.” you said handing them over starting to get really excited.

“Thanks babe.”

“They look kind of different, are they a new style?” you said trying to get him to look at the news you put on them.

He studied them over for a second before finding the writing.

“Oh my god, Y/N really? Are you pregnant?” his eyes were starting to fill with tears and his mouth was fallen open.

“Yeah. you knocked me up and you’re gonna be a dad.” you chuckled and he stood and pulled you into a hug. A few tears left your eyes at how emotional and excited Josh was for this baby and how your family was growing with the man you loved and trusted.

March 2017

You were now four months pregnant and on tour with the boys. You had found out you were having a baby girl and you couldn’t wait to tell Josh.

This time you had Tyler in on the secret and he had the idea of changing the colors in the canons that shoot out confetti during trees to pink. So that’s what you planned, you wanted the fans to be involved because they were so supportive of Josh, Tyler, your relationship, and everything in general. The clique was like one big family.

Josh didn’t know you knew the gender of the baby and he didn’t think you were going to find out until it was born. He wanted to find out before the birth, but stood by whatever your decision was.

When Tyler made his way over to start the speech before Trees he said the stuff he always said but then said “hey Josh you might want to pay attention to the confetti tonight.” he left it at a that and started singing. Everyone was confused except for you, Jenna, and Tyler.  

You went out on stage and stood there once Josh and Tyler got on the platforms in the crowd. A fan must of pointed you out to Josh because he looked towards you with a quizzical look which you just smiled at.  

When they began drumming and the confetti flew out you could see Josh’s face light up at the baby pink covered to pit opposed to the usual pink. The fans were aweing and clapping catching on to the plan.

The song ended and they made their way back to stage to bow. Tyler pulled the microphone to his lips again to explain to the confused and Josh pulled you into a hug kissing the top of your head.

“For those who don’t understand what’s happening, this lovely man knocked up this wonderful woman and now they’re going to be welcoming a beautiful baby girl into the world in September. Anyways congrats guys hopefully you’ll still name it Tyler.” he joked then turned his attention back the the fans. “Thank you, good night, stay alive guys.” with that you all left the stage.  

“Were you surprised?” you asked Josh as you walked to his dressing room.

“Surprised is an understatement. We’re going to have a little girl soon Y/N. I’m so excited. She’s going to be beautiful just like my beautiful wife.” Josh said pulling you into a kiss.

“Hey Y/N look at this video of Josh’s face when he saw the pink confetti.” Jenna barged in the dressing room handing you the phone. It was video on Instagram uploaded by a fan that was basically right under Josh in the pit.

“Are those tears I see Josh?” you teased as you both watch the video, handing Jenna her phone before she left.

“Maybe. Hey, look on twitter we there is a trending tag. #babygirldun.” he pointed out.

“She’s already so loved by everyone and she’s not even out of the womb yet.” he smiled at you statement.

“I love both my girls so much.”

September 2017

Today was the day that your heart grew even bigger. You didn’t think you could love anything more than you loved Josh, but your daughter found a way to make you love her just as much the second she was born. After many hours of pain and tears you and Josh were officially parents.

He tweeted out a picture of you two a few hours after she was born with a caption that read,

Y/T/N and I became parents today at 4:24am. The hardest thing was to see Y/N in such pain, but only to see her face when our daughter was born. Nothing can start to describe the amount of joy I have right now. Welcome #babygirldun.

Tyler had posted a picture of him and Jenna visiting you daughter on Instagram saying, Congrats to these amazing family and their new baby girl. I’m so excited to be her favorite uncle.

You had decided that you wanted to hold off on sharing the name of your daughter for a day just because you had shared everything so far with the public right away.

The next day Josh told you that you should share the name so you did in a tweet. Welcome to the world my sweet baby girl. You are the best little gift ever. Yesterday at 4:25am you came into the world and changed our world. We love you Ayla Grace Dun.

Last week a good friend of mine invited me to go with him to paint some walls… I’m not a graff writer, nor would I EVER pretend to be, but I have been interested in creating with spray paint for a while. My friend is a complete badass. His name is Hatziel Flores (google him). He basically taught me the basics of can control in a SUPER crash course one day this past summer, and I’ve been bitten with the “spray paint bug” ever since. 

Hatziel was going to paint to knock off some rust because he was chosen to do one of the official pieces on the wall for “Go Paint Day” this past weekend. I figured, if I’m going to go out here I might as well go in with a plan for once, since the other couple of times I’d tried to spray paint, I went in completely blind. I sketched a quick crude outline of what would become “Temper Tantrump”.

We arrive at the walls, and another artist “Grand” is already working. Grand is one of Hatziel’s homies, and tells us “Hey, these walls have been assigned to different crews, but y’all can go ahead and paint on them because they are going to be buffed tonight or tomorrow to get ready for Saturday. So if you just want to get up for practice, go ahead.” 

We both pick our spaces on the wall and get to work. While we’re working another artist arrives to start his piece for the event on Saturday, a person I later find out is one of the GODFATHERS of Dallas graffiti, Ozone. 

All 4 of us had been painting for about an hour, and Ozone walks down from his piece at the end of the wall to check everyone else’s progress, and stops at my piece, and tells me how much he loves it, and how he can already tell it’s going to be epic. Me, a guy that had no business being on this wall in the first place with these three Dallas graffiti legends, was getting love from Ozone. 

I put in another 2 or so hours and had to leave. The piece wasn’t exactly finished, but it was finished enough that I could take a photo and post it and not be too mad at it. Grand comes down from his scaffolding, and looks at the piece and compliments it as well. Hatziel who’s painting next to me, tells Grand, “yeah this is only his second time really painting”. Grand is visibly blown away. He then says, “yeah I’m going to make sure they don’t buff this and leave it up for the event”. I don’t take it too seriously, and don’t really care if it gets painted over because I had taken some solid photos. 

Thursday evening passes, then all day Friday, then Saturday morning. I arrive to the event about 2 or so to find it’s a much bigger deal than I expected. There were 18 wheeler trailers, and people live painting on easels, and literally creation happening EVERYWHERE. B-boys breakdancing on custom floors that were built for the event, DJs, cypher circles, basically every element of hip-hop was there except for KRS-ONE. I walk into the alley where the Varsity Graff writers were, and get to the section of the wall where my Temper Tantrump piece was to find… it was still there. There really skipped my part of the wall when they were buffing to leave it up for the event. Me, the person who isn’t a graff writer, and had no business being on that wall with those legends. People were taking pictures with it and wondering who the mystery man was that painted this piece. There were people speculating it was another well known writer that no one had ever seen, and it wasn’t finished because someone came into the alley while he was working, and spotted him and he ran off. Hearing all the theories of who it could be was entertaining, but as an artist I wanted them to know it was me, and what better way to let them know than to finish the piece. So I rushed home, grabbed my paints, and paint clothes and headed back to get to work. 

And here’s the finished product. It’s not perfect by graffiti standards, but I’m REALLY proud of it. Plus I met A LOT of really cool people and told them my story, and got some really good pointers from people who have been doing this since the 80s/90s. AND got some love from some graffiti ICONS along the way. 

Watching The Pilot for the first time

Series 10, here we go.

-The first episode of Series 10.
 So we could say this is the…
 PILOT episode

-I’m sorry. That joke doesn’t work, I know.

—Spoilers ahead!—

-Ooh, is this Bill’s theme? I like it?

-TARDIS!!

-Why is it out of order though…

-Oh my god he has a photo of River Song on his desk ;-;

-And oh god is that Susan

Sonic screwdrivers! Did he keep all his sonic screwdrivers after all this time?

-The guitar again!

-Two minutes in and I’m already losing track of the dialogue

-Fifty years… So the Doctor’s been laying low again, has he?

-”Poetry, physics, same thing.”
 You know what, I bet he didn’t even get hired through the normal procedure, he just walked in one day telling everyone he was the new professor, or even an old professor who left and decided to return, and he just bullshitted his way through any and all obstacles he came across during his stay

-”How is it the same?”
 “Because of the rhymes.”
 Let’s see,
 poetry
 physics
 Yep, doesn’t rhyme.

-Oh Doctor…

-”I don’t care who’s dying, never ever be late, I’m very particular about time.”
 Says the guy who was twelve years late when he said five minutes once.

-”Doctor what?”

-*cue changed intro logo DOCTOR WHAT*

-Okay, the intro visuals seem to have changed a little, but the melody sounds unchanged.

-OH SHIT IT’S MOFFAT

The inside of his coat is blue now?

AKA the pain of frame-by-frame or stopmotion animation

-Is Moffat trying to get us scared of slowmotion

-I feel like the students are very confused as to what to take notes of

-”Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, in means life.”
 I thought your granddaughter made that up?

-BILL BE QUIET WHEN YOU’RE SNEAKING

-SNEAKING IS SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET

-There we go.

-WHAT THE

-NOPE

-I don’t like background music, it says jumpscare music

-It’s scary music

-Thank goodness, no jumpscares

-SCARY MUSIC AGAIN

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

-MOFFAT’S NOT TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF SLOW MOTION, HE’S TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF PUDDLES

-Aw, she gave him a Christmas present

Look at those poor paper crowns trying to hold all that hair omygosh

-”With some people you can smell the wind in their clothes”
 I guess it’s supposed to be more philosophical, but for me that reminds me of how people have the cold air around them when they just came in from outside.

-R.I.P. Bill’s mom.

-”But if someone’s gone, do pictures really help?”
 That glace he makes at the photos on his desk.
 At his wife and granddaughter.
 That, is just heartbreaking.

Hey, Moffat, do you have a heart, because you’re breaking mine with fictional photographs

the FUCK

-So the Doctor, took a picture of the mother, of a student that he is currently teaching, back when said student wasn’t even born?

-Eyyy he’s using the rug

-But did he really tilt the Tardis himself to put a rug under it?
 I mean, it’s incredibly light compared to its actual size, but it’s still a phone box. Sure, if someone ran at full speed and slammed their body against it that might give it a good jolt or even make it fall over but…

-There’s something deeply unsettling about that girl’s stare

WHOA BITCH

-REMIND ME TO NEVER STEP IN EVERY PUDDLE THAT I SEE EVER AGAIN

-Well the Doctor certainly knows how to escape silently…

His clothes are blue now!

-You’re blue now! That’s my attack!

-Cue Twelfth Doctor theme, woohoo!

-”Why do you run like that?”
 “Like what?”
 “Like a penguin with its ass on fire.”
 “Ergonomics.”
 Human factors and ergonomics (commonly referred to as HF&E), also known as comfort design, functional design, and systems,[1 is the practice of designing products, systems, or processes to take proper account of the interaction between them and the people who use them. (Source: Wikipedia)

-PAHAHAJHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-BEST LINE TEN OUTTA TEN

-I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR THIRTY SECONDS NOW

-Ahahahahaha hah ahahaha ha ha

-Brilliant.

What’s with the burn marks on the ground

-”Do you know any scifi?”
 “Bitch, I AM scifi.”

-Possession usually has to do with fantasy or horror, not scifi…

-”There’s this thing on Netflix. Lizards in people’s brains.”
 First Pokemon, now Netflix. BBC REALLY doesn’t care.

-What’s the show though, it sounds interesting.

-” So, you meet a girl with a discolored iris and your first thought is she might have a lizard in her brain? I can see I’m going to have to up my game.“

-Doctor Who dialogue just gets better and better

-Actually, you can sorta see your face the ‘right way’ if you align two mirrors together so they’re perpendicular. The middle line might stand out, but you’re looking at your face the way anyone else sees it. The elevator in my apartment building has three reflective sides, so I can see my ‘right’ face quite often. I just have to stare at a corner of said elevator.

-They’re finally getting to the burn marks, thank you.

-”Tutorial’s over, take the night off. It’s all cancelled. Go and be a proper student. Texts, snogging, a vegan wrap.”
How does any of that make me a proper student

-”Oh, it’s just some freak optical effect. I’m bored already.”
 Like hell you are

SHIT

-IT’S NOT FUNNY LAPIS

-oh shit she’s alone in the flat

You could’ve gone to the kitchen and grabbed a knife

-But then, an umbrella is bigger and easier to wield and is great at deflecting water, so, not bad I guess

-Well I’m still getting myself a knife

-That’s it, I’m sitting in front of the monitor with a kitchen knife in my hand

-WHOA BITCH

DON’T BLINK.

-oh shit

-OH SHIT

-OH SHIT

-DON’T SAY HELLO TO YOUR POSSESSED GHOST FRIEND

-OH GOD THIS IS MIDNIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN

IT’S MIDNIGHT AND WATERS OF MARS ALL OVER AGAIN

-WHOA HIT

-shit shit shit shit SHIT

-EYY BIGGER ON THE INSIDE MOMENT

-EYY THE BIT FROM THE TRAILER

“Well, that’s a first…”

-So the Tardis does have a bathroom. After all these years. After FIFTY-FOUR years, the BBC finally gives us the answer no one really asked for but everybody kind of wanted anyway.

-”Human alert, do you want me to repel her?”

-”Oh, my God! This isn’t just a room, is it?”
 “No, it’s not just a room.”
 “This is a lift!”
 “…wELL oKAY tHeN”

-”It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!”
 “Heh-hey! We got there!”

-HahAhahahaha

-”Well, first you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box. Then you have to make one. It’s the second part people normally get stuck on.”

-Of course, one could always scumple the big box and stuff it inside the small box, but then, the big box wouldn’t be big anymore, would it?

-”If it had work to do, why would it lie around in a puddle?”
 “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a student?”
 So it’s too afraid of life and consequences and generally overwhelmed by the looming weight of its duties to get itself to do anything?

-Wait, is the the room Bill followed them into earlier?

-RUN

-IT’S A BANSHEE AS WELL AS A MIDNIGHT CREATURE AND A WATER MONSTER

ah yes the three primary colors
(not to mention Misty from Pokemon)

-You’re escaping from a water monster and you went to a beach, good idea, 10/10.

-”Have we traveled in time?”
 “No, we traveled to Australia.”
 That’s also a first.

-Bill, you can’t just drink from the bathroom sink!

-”Can I ask you a personal question?”
 “No!”
 “Can I anyway?”
 “…Yes.”

-”If you’re from another planet, why would you name your box in English? Those initials wouldn’t work in any other language!”
 THANK YOU BILL
 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THAT UP

-Well, that wasn’t exactly a shark, but thanks for proving the point, Heather.

-”Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?“
 In case you’re trying to start a vegan argument with this, no offense but your broccoli doesn’t love you back either.

-So that’s why the episode is titled ‘The Pilot’.

-Also, now that Bill’s found a puddle here, they better rUN THE FUCK AWAY.

wHAT THE FUCK

-Nope nope nope nope nope

Heyyy it’s the old sonic!

-The Fourth Doctor’s sonic, to be precise.

-Soooo did BBC make some new props for this episode or did they keep all the screwdrivers from the sixties and on

-”Hey John, while you’re throwing out those old props, would you mind putting these sonic screwdrivers in the recycle bin?”
 “Nah, let’s keep them, they don’t take up a lot of space. Besides, we might need them again some decades later.”
 “Good point.”

-OH SHIT THEY RAN INTO A BUNCH OF DALEKS

-ON PURPOSE

-Twelve: “We’ve got this annoying creature on our tail, let’s try to shake it off by running through a ton of Daleks.”
 Ten: “What went wrong with you”
 Eleven: “What happened to me”

WHAT

-THEY’RE FIGHTING DALEKS??

-Yep, it’s not going well for those lot

-”EXTERMINATE!”
 “Exterminate!”
 “EXTERMINATE!”
 “Exterminate!”
 yeah you two do that and be friends while we run away thank you

-It’s like the Doctor isn’t even taking the Daleks seriously anymore

-”YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!”
 “lol what else would i be”

-Daleks have stormtrooper level aim now. gg BBC, gg

Tbh that’s even freakier than a normal dalek eyestalk

-BANSHEE, MIDNIGHT MONSTER, WATER CREATURE AND DALEK

-MOFFAT’S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ISN’T HE

-Oh wait, this is only the first episode, does that mean
 Moffat hasn’t even started yet

-Is he planning to give heart attacks to all of us

-”The last thing she said to me. She promised she wouldn’t leave without me.”
 And now my heart’s breaking

-shit shit shit shit shit

Ehhh it’s okay Moffat, I didn’t need that heart anyway lol

-”That’s the Doctor for you. Never notices the tears.“
 Never acknowledges his own tears either…

-”Yeah, because I think you’re going to wipe my memory. I’m not stupid, you know. That’s the trouble with you. You don’t think anyone’s ever seen a movie. I know what a mind-wipe looks like!“
 THANK YOU BILL

-”Imagine, just imagine how it would feel if someone did this to you.“
 They just HAD to put Clara’s theme in there, didn’t they?

-All slowed down and more tragic

-And they HAD to make the Doctor sound like he’s holding back tears

-*distant crying noises*

“Shut up.”

“You shut up as well.”

-Someone fucking end me

-Come to my house and stop my sinful hands

-I am allowed too much power

-*ahem* Anyway

-Did the Doctor just leave for a hundred years to mull this over and come back to the present

-”It means, what the hell.”
 That’s a first, AGAIN.

-I love that theme at the end!

-Oh boy I can’t wait for more episodes, they all look so exciting–

nOOO

iS THAt john simm

-WhAT tEh FUcK

Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 

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I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.

 

“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.

 

Y/N POV:

“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

When Eyes Meet: Prologue

AN: That sound you hear? Yeah that’s me. I am so freaking happy with how it turned out, it’s amazing. @royslittleharper will be posting the companion piece soon, so be on the look out. Without further ado, I present Katherine, Kit, Blair in her debut .


    Some days never seemed to end, and in Katherine Blair’s personal opinion, they were usually the sucky days. So, it seemed appropriate that the worst day of her life should go on for an eternity.

    She did her best to catch pieces of the condolence her parent’s downstairs neighbor was attempting to offer. But her attention was split between the three most important people in her life; the people who needed it most. And right now, only one of them was in sight.

    As quickly and politely as possible, she excused herself from the older woman’s grasp, and made her way over to the far side of the room. At seven years old, Natsume was her youngest brother, and by far the quietest. With an intelligence that far surpassed the rest of their family, the kid was already in middle school classes.

    Silently she slid down the wall to sit next to him, and a second later his hand was in hers. “Kit.”

    “Hmm?”

    “You’re not going to leave … are you? You’re staying here, right?”

    Kit sighs, they’d had this conversation no fewer than six times in the past four days, and everything she had read online, had told her it was completely normal. Natsume was feeling scared, abandoned, and unsure about the future; he needed the reassurance and it was up to Kit to give it.

    So, she did the only thing she could think of, she pulled the kid into her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Natsume had never been one for personal contact, he preferred his space, but when it came to Kit he had always wanted to be cuddled.

    Despite the age distance, they were the closest of the four siblings. When she had lived in Central City, her youngest brother had called at least three times a week for hour long conversations.

    “Seth still hasn’t come out.”

    Kit could only grunt a response. No amount of banging on the door, talking, or bribery had convinced the oldest of her younger siblings to come out. Personally she had considered it a victory that she’d convinced him to come to the funeral at all. She hadn’t been surprised when he had locked himself in his room the moment they had returned home.

    She’d deal with that later, she had other things to deal with at the moment. Like Great Aunt Muriel heading straight towards them. Immediately, Natsume turned in her arms and buried his head in her neck. Kit couldn’t blame the kid, she only wished her mother was still alive so that she could do the same.

    But she wasn’t. So, Kit tightened her arms around the munchkin, and prepared for war. Aunt Muriel, was technically Great-Aunt-Muriel. The woman was a bitter old biddy, who had been forced to raise her Kit’s father, when her grandmother had just vanished one day. She was controlling and mean, and despite all of that her father had loved the old woman. He had never been able to say no to her, which made it a good thing that her mother had.

    Aunt Muriel had hated their mother. First for her race, then for “stealing” her father, and finally for how her mother had acted. Kyoko Blair had been a free spirit. Every month her hair had been a new color or style, her nails were always done in some outrageous fashion, and she purposely kept her Japanese accent thick, just to annoy Great-Aunt-Muriel. Her mother had never left out the GREAT, specifically to remind the woman of her age.

    Kit had been a witness to several arguments over the years; from the different piercings, to the tattoos. Her mother had been a rebellious spirit, and the stark opposite of her father.

    Elliot Blair was the definition of a military man. He thrived on the order Aunt Muriel had brought him up in. He liked rules, and being on time. It’s what had made them such an odd couple. The one time he had refused Aunt Muriel had been when she’d demanded that he divorce her mother.

    Elliot had made it clear, Kyoko was there to stay. They were soulmates, their eyes proved it. What had followed were years of passive aggressive snipes and forced, fake politeness in front of her father. The man had gone to his grave thinking the two women actually got along. A true testament to just how much they both loved him.

    For years, Kit’s mother had been the wall standing between Muriel and her children. She had never let the woman get closer than the occasional visit. And Kit knew why. Muriel didn’t like her … or her sister for that matter. She saw them as replicas of their mother. Trouble waiting to brew. The boys however, she wanted the boys.

    Kit had already had one argument with the woman about custody. Thank God for her mother. Her mother had made sure the will had been iron clad; Kit retained custody of her siblings until they turned eighteen years old. They were to stay together, as a family. It was a huge blessing in the middle of an even bigger shit storm.

    “Katherine.”

    With a sigh, Kit forced her eyes up towards the woman, “Aunt Muriel.”

    “Why don’t I take little Nathan, so you can properly thank those who attended.”

    Kit scowled. Having four children had left her parents with a lot of room for names. And with two different heritages they had plenty of names to pick from. Her mother had named her and Seth surprisingly. She had chosen western names. When Kit had asked why, she’d simply shrugged and said, “I liked the names I liked.”

Her father had named the two youngest; Aki and Natsume. Aunt Muriel had thrown a fit right up until her father had declared that he had chosen the names. She’s sweetened right up after that, but had still tried to “westernize”  the names. She had called Natsume, Nathan and Aki, Abi.

The fight that had taken place between her mother and aunt was legendary. In fact Aunt Muriel had been banned from the apartment for six months after each incident. She hadn’t tried it again until now.

And the sheer fact that the woman was attempting to assert dominance right now, made Kit’s blood boil. Her parents hadn’t even been in the ground for an hour, and so far she’d questioned Kit’s ability to parent, host a funeral, and insulted half of her culture.

And to be completely honest she was done playing nice. She carefully nudged Natsume to the side before standing. “First of all, you bitter old biddy, his name is Natsume, and you damn well know it. My father, the man you raised, picked it, so RESPECT IT. Second of all, I’m fairly certain that everyone here understands that I’ve just buried my parents, but you. They also understand that my first priority is my siblings, which means if my brother needs a hug, I’m going to give him one.

I do not need you to hold him. I do not need your help picking out their clothes. I do not need your commentary on my parenting skills, because if you haven’t noticed my world is spinning right now, and all I want to do is cry, but I can’t! I can’t because I’ve got three kids depending on me. And before you start, yes …I realize I’m young. Yes I realize I’m only twenty-three. If I didn’t before, you’ve made it very clear over this past week, but I will figure this out because I am determined to keep this family together. So, butt out!”

    The look on Aunt Muriel’s face was nearly enough to justify the outburst. Then she saw they eyes on her and the embarrassment was quick to follow. Finally, Aunt Muriel’s face turned red and Kit was certain that she was in for an earful, when someone said, “Well you heard her. Time for you to go.”

    Kit’s eyes slid towards the voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. Anna Baily was a small woman, and stronger than an ox. She had a presence that demanded respect, and the woman had been the first one to offer help. She hadn’t said one negative word, had only offered a helping hand.

    “You heard her Ms. Blair. Time to go.” At the sound of Commissioner Gordon’s voice Kit let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

    Muriel said nothing as she simply turned on heel and left. A moment later Natusme’s hand was back in hers. Kit could only give a tentative smile as Anna and Commissioner Gordon approached.

    She offered her free hand to both of them before giving her thanks, “You have no idea how grateful I am right now.”

    Anna smiled, “From what your mother told me about that woman and what I just witnessed I have a fairly good idea.”

    “Katherine, on behalf of the entire GCPD I’m very sorry about the loss of your parents. You father was a damn good cop.”

    “Thank you Commissioner.”

    “If there’s anything I can do …”

     “I’ll let you know.”

    Jim Gordon simply nodded before walking away, and Anna Bailey captured her attention. “How’s Aki doing?”

    Kit shrugged, “Hard to tell. Aki’s been dramatic from birth, she’s in mourning but … it’s hard to tell.”

    “I hope you don’t mind but I brought Maia, I figured a friendly face would do her some good.”

    Kit watched the girl on the other side of the room. Maia Bailey was Aki’s best friend, and had been for some time. She put up well with the drama, and had some magic way of getting her sister to calm down during hysterical moments. And almost, if by magic Aki appeared. The eleven year old had followed Seth’s lead and locked herself in her room following the funeral. Unlike Seth, there had been loud sobs, and wailing from the other side of door.

    With a running leap, Kit watched as Aki threw herself onto her best friend, in a heap of tears. Narrowing her eyes, Kit focused in on Aki’s face to find mascara smudged across her cheeks.

    Kit could feel her eye start to twitch. Her parents had a no makeup rule until age thirteen. And Kit had made it clear that rule was still in place, when she’d found her younger sister rifling through her make-up earlier in the day.

    Too exhausted to investigate, Kit simply slumped a bit. “Dear,” Anna Bailey’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she focused on the woman again, “Have you had any luck finding a job yet?”

    Kit could only shrug, “Not yet, a few applications but it hasn’t been my main priority yet.”

    “And those applications are for where?” Kit just smiled. Of course Anna saw straight through her, “You’re a trained chef my dear, and I was hoping to hire you myself. And before you say anything this is not pity, this is me wanting the best. More often than not I have several guests over every night, and well, I like good food. I don’t want an answer right now, we’ll talk later. Just think about it, hmm.”

    Kit watched the woman head towards the food on the other side of the room before slumping back down against the wall. Natsume snuggled into her side a moment later. “We’re going to be okay, he says a moment later.”

    “So certain, are ya?”

    “Yep, I had a dream last night.”

    Kit smiled down at him, “About what?”

    “A bat, with eyes the same color as your left one.”

    “Is that so?”

    “I think it means you’ll find your soulmate soon.”

    More than once Kit had thought about the owner of the blue eye. She’d stared at it for hours when she was a child. She and her mother had spent hours dreaming up what her soulmate would be like. How they looked, how they talked and acted.

    Her favorite bedtime story had been her mother telling her about the first time she’d laid eyes on her father. She and her friends had been surrounded by military men at a local festival. They’d been making fun of the straight laced military uniforms when suddenly she locked eyes with a man across the way. Everyone else had disappeared, and she was suddenly staring into green eyes, that she had only seen in a mirror. The rest had been history.

    Kit let out a sigh, “Who needs a soulmate, when I’ve got you?”

    Natsume simply stared up at her, “I never said that you need him … but I think he needs you.”

    Kit wasn’t sure she could handle another person needing her. She had enough on her plate as it was, and working out the dynamic of being a twenty-three single mother of three with being a soulmate was not something she wanted to try at the moment. So, for now, she just pulled her baby brother closer, and wished for the day to be over. 

too-many-goddamn-fandoms  asked:

For the honesty hour thing: So, how did you fall in love with Sakuya, and want attracts you to his character? Im interested in this!

Lol girl did I ever tell you that I love you?

It took me awhile to answer this because I needed to collect my thoughts about it. AHAHA TAKE A SEAT EVERYONE. Okay gosh where to begin….. THIS IS LIKE THE INTERVIEW I WAS WAITING FOR. HA.

Well, as some people know I wasn’t extremely fond of Sakuya when I first started Servamp about….7-8 months ago? I didn’t hate him or anything, just didn’t really care for him at first. (but that kinda goes for quite a bit of characters really, but everyone grows on me at some point. ^^)

I think what really got to me was after learning about his past and how it affected his motives, relationships and current situation in the series.

So many aspects about his characters just make so much sense but I feel like are just kinda looked over……. probably cause his backstory was kinda glazed over real quick, in my opinion at least. (Like why dammit? I have so many questions still, this series can’t do this to me.) It just really kills me inside, especially the more I thought about it and the more I think about his character.

I’m gonna kinda express some of my new random thoughts on his past , cause this intrigues me oddly: (Kinda theory time right now whoooo) AND ALL IS WHAT GIVE ME SO MANY FEELINGS MY GOSH.

Just thinking about the extent of the abuse he must’ve suffered is something that really boggles my mind…… We know it went on for years, those 6 years before his “death” and then probably a few more before that obviously, when his sister was still alive. Who’s knows how long she had to endure it though? She was much older, Sakuya was about 9 at the time, and she appeared to be High School (or maybe Middle School can’t really tell with the uniform.) 

She was also the one covered in bandages after all, and we couldn’t see any visible scars or injuries on Sakuya. So she obviously took all the beatings so he wouldn’t have too most likely but after when she died I’m sure things got worse for poor little Sakuya.

But this is my other biggest thing about the abuse he went through…

How come he never tried running away?

We all know his parents threatened to do the same thing to him as they did to his older sister, but could he really not just try and leave before anything happened? Maybe not until he got a bit older.. but still….

Was his parents that controlling? I doubt his parents even cared enough to hunt him down if he did run away…. So why didn’t he try? Did they really keep him that locked in? Its so hard for me to imagine him being and feeling that hopeless, did he have zero fight inside him?

It’s hard to imagine him not fighting back in the slightest. But he could have been a very different person back when he was human too, of course. Maybe more meek and submissive… again who knows. (To be honest, I am extremely curious about to what most of the vampires characters were like before they were vampires and who and what they did before as well.

But anyway, do you think Sakuya put up with it…

Because it was ALSO a loyalty thing??!? I’m making no jokes here. Hear me out, even if he hated his parents(I’m sure he did obviously, even though he never explicitly said he did, because we had Tsubaki tell his story, and not Sakuya.)

Do you think he never tried running away or whatever, because he just felt like he just couldn’t? Like he was betraying something? Maybe not his parents, just because “They are my parents…. whether I like it or not. I have to listen to them…

But maybe because of his sisters death? Like he felt like he had to endure it like she did for him?? I mean…. he was told:

“You don’t want your sister’s death to be a waste, right?”

YOU GUYS GET WHAT I AM SAYING HERE RIGHT? History can repeat itself….

(This boy is gonna kill me with his conflicted ass)

Maybe there wasn’t actually much physical abuse doing those years… Maybe at least for as long as he did what they said and stayed out of their way and kept their secret. But I kinda already talked about this part in a post about what I think happened to his parents after he became a vampire. (I am very sensitive about this topic alright?)

We know they killed his sister so they could get insurance money(ughh so sickening) but did they really try to kill Sakuya for more money? They would only be two people at that point…… so that’s why a part of me is like, “there’s gotta be a greater reason.” The best conclusion I came up with was “They killed him because maybe he tried to TELL someone.”

Think about it. Sakuya hates lies, he had to lie his whole life basically. He takes it very serious and to heart. WE KNOW THIS.

We know he only kept it a secret because he was threatened and didn’t want his sister’s death to be in vain…. But maybe he eventually cracked under all the pressure… And maybe tried speaking about it or was planning too and then… That was also the day he died…… Damn…. I just stabbed myself in the heart.

So yes, his past is a big factor on why I found him so interesting initially when I was new to this fandom/series, I was really hoping we would see his past elaborated a bit or learn more and see what he does and how on earth Mahiru was gonna “save him.”

I could go on and on about these two as well. Not in a shippy way…. but friendship or romantic, considering his past it makes sense to why he’s attached to Mahiru. Again in another post where I “defended his character” I guess you could say, I talked about how Sakuya’s “screwed up friendship methods” and how he really dug himself into a hole. -__- But I was saying its almost hard to blame him for going about the way he did. BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES SENSE SADLY.

Sakuya is a real lonely and distant kinda guy. After he sister died I’m sure he didn’t have much light in his life then. No one to talk too, no one who understood. No one who loved him. I’m sure growing up during those 6 years he was probably afraid to get close to anyone. What was school like for him then…. did he really have no friends at all for 6 years? It’s crazy to think about right? His childhood was anything but normal…. 

But then he received a “second chance” after Tsubaki found him and I’m sure Mahiru’s kind-hearted nature really drew him in, it’s not wrong for him to really want a friend, yeah he did go the complete wrong way about it, but unfortunately lies and deceit is all he knew how to do. He found some light in his life, and he was willing to do anything to hold on to that for as long as he could. Also HE KILLS ME because he regretted lying to Mahiru so much and did all the awful things he did/said, BECAUSE HE WAS HOPING MAHIRU WOULD HATE HIM and have his Servamp KILL HIM because he felt that was the only way to apologize for everything. and BOIII did that really kill me. AND THEN MAHIRU FORGAVE HIM STILL and now look at where he is with his conflicted loyalty….

YOU SEE WHERE I AM COMING FROM AVI!?!? AHHHH.

-inhales- ALSO ONE THING I NEED TO GET OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE THIS REALLY BOTHERS ME. Before ANYONE says “Mahiru is too forgiving about the whole fake memories thing and shouldn’t have forgiven Sakuya or be his friend.” Cause I HAVE heard someone say this and it makes me angry.

BECAUSE then you are ALSO SAYING:

  • Mahiru shouldn’t have forgiven and accepted Kuro for his past and all his sins and regrets, that he never shared with him. Also for attacking Mahiru that one time, lets not forget.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be friends or ever trust Lawless because he’s killed so many eves and killed all of Tsubaki’s subclass and who knows what else he’s done?
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be finding a way to stop Tsubaki without killing him, because he’s not worth it.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be trying to save Tsurugi either because he’s also done bad things.
  • AND SO ON.

SO SCREW EVERYONE WHO SAYS THAT. Cause you’re basically saying NO CHARACTER deserves happiness. -exhales- Sorry I just feel very strongly about that and I forgot to mention this in my defense post awhile ago. I feel better now~

So about Sakuya’s damn conflicted loyalty between Tsubaki and Mahiru. How are things gonna go from here?.WHICH ROUTE MY GUY? I WANT TO KNOW.

Tbh he’s kinda similar to Tsurugi in a sense (a certain someone kinda opened my eyes about that) that the whole “afraid to start something new because this is all that I’ve ever known and honestly I don’t know how to feel anymore?” kinda sense.

Although Tsurugi is debatablely the saddest character in servamp right now (backstory and current situation and all ARE WAYYY more painful.) 

What? Just cause Sakuya is my fave didn’t mean I’m completely biased about him. He sad. But not the SADDEST. I just thought I would mention this cause the parallels kinda fascinate me.

I WANT SAKUYA TO TAKE SOME ACTION. HE’S FREE NOW RIGHT??? What’s he gonna do now??? What’s he planning to do!?!? STILL WAITING HERE.

. Ughh its probably gonna be awhile until we get anything about Sakuya again. Which is fine. Cause its not his arc right now.

 WE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS IN THE MANGA. MUCH MORE PRESSING THINGS INDEED.

But still I’m extremely curious… To what he might do in the future…. I mean Sakuya and even Lilac are still running around freely unlike the other melancholy members at the moment? So will he somehow be involved with that later??? Will he find Tsubaki??? WHERE ARE YOU MY BOY?

Ughh I’m having Sakuya withdraw lol… I hope he gets to do something exciting or important soon…. Tanaka strike is TEASING ME by putting him in so many recent official arts but then NOT IN THE ACTUAL STORY. WHYYYY. (well we do see Sakuya in a recent bonus chapter so….)

I HOPE THAT MEANS STRIKE PLANS TO INCLUDE HIM AGAIN SOON. I’ll take it as foreshadowing *sobs* Strike obviously hasn’t forgotten about him….so JUST waiting and watching now.

Waiting and watching….

Sorry, that got so angsty above I wanted this post to be positive too.. So here are good/fun things I like about him:

  • Even though he character design absolutely baffles me(yes I mean the hair) I gotta say I really love it~ His hair is really something original that’s for sure. HA. His design also helped immediately catch my attention to him also I may have a bit of a “stripes bias” ahaha I own A LOT of stripe shirts myself lol always have and always will.
  • He owns a lot of pink accessories and wears pink a lot too! LET. BOYS. WEAR. PINK. YES. YOU. GO. MY. BOY.  He rocks it fight me.
  • He’s cool and I’m kinda curious on what his subclass ability is. If there is even one for him. Weapons seem to be his specialty. (F.E knives, chainsaw(which I am still trying to figure out how magically pulled out in AN ELEVATOR!?! And can make a sword outta blood apparently.

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

 But I don’t really trust the animes canon….) Also his little black strap things have a function??? THEY ARE ALIVE. WHAT

  • Look how happy Mahiru makes him. His smile is precious. He loves his friend so much I cry. I want them to be together and be friends again.

Originally posted by natsv

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

  • All the Tsubaki and Sakuya shenanigans make me laugh. One minute he’s crying to Mahiru “please don’t kill him” and the next you’re trying to put the guy into a fox trap. What even boi.
  • WANTS TO BE CALLED SAKKUN HOW CUTE IS THAT.
  • Has the best “yandere” expressions.
  • HE PRETTY STRONG and has great potential to be truly terrifying and useful. UNLEASH THAT POTENTIAL YOU GREEN EMO CHILD.
  • Another random thought I had was what would have things been like if Mahiru did choose to tell Sakuya about Kuro in the beginning like he originally planned? Might’ve still gone down the same way. But who knows?
  • (I could keep going tbh)

But for now I’m just gonna sweat about the BIGGER MATTERS THAT ARE CURRENTLY HAPPENING IN THE MANGA RIGHT NOW. HA….

Thank you for asking Aviiiii~ <3

A Fool For Daughter (Kris)

Originally posted by exo-wufan

Type: Fluff

Requested: Hi. I Love you scenarios. Can you please make a cute Kris scenario. Thank you!


‘Kris Wu Shares First Pictures Of Adorable Newborn Daughter’ Kris smiled at the article that was published only hours after he shared the first pictures of his daughter. She was laying against your shirt, he little brown eyes opened looking up at Kris as he took a selfie of them together. Wu Yisu was only a month old and Kris wouldn’t shut up about her. She looked just like him and had a few little features you had. He read many comments about how she was already in love with her daddy, how happy he must have been by the amount of pictures he posted, and even nice ones concerned about you and telling you good job.

“Babe take more pictures” Kris calls as you rolled your eyes pulling your phone. He was very much in love with his tiny one. Yisu let out a light whine as she adjusted into him more. He started bouncing lightly as he smiled “daddy love you” he coos lightly as you took a picture of the two of them. Instantly you knew you weren’t posting that one. It was just too perfect to share with the rest of the world. “We made such a beautiful baby” he told you as you smiled “she’s basically all you” you tell him “yeah? Our skin isn’t exactly the same” he told you as she did lean more towards you skin tone. “She has your cute chin” he continues as he looks down at her.

He seemed to get lost into her more as he simply smiled at her “she’s got the cutest little button nose” he continues as he watched her little hand clutch his top in her sleep. “Kris you’re crying” you coo as you walk over to the giant man. You tugged your jacket sleeve up rubbing his eyes lightly “I don’t want her to grow any bigger. I want her to stay this little” he says as he sniffles. “Your jacket smells weird” he continues as you nod. “Spit up” you whisper. He was very emotional about her, he seemed to get all the hormones you lost as he was seeming so overly dramatic the more he was with Yisu.

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“Tiny toes for your tiny tiny socks” he coos as he made faces at his now 3 month old daughter. “Little duck ducks” he continues making the sock dance in her face. She smiled as he smiled back at her. “I’m glad you leaned how to smile” he cooed as he leaned down pressing his lips to her smooth forehead before he pulled back and started putting her socks on her feet.

Once they were on he laid back over her as her fingers instantly touched his face. One of her new skills was being able to touch about everything within her reach. His person favorite by far. He smirked leaning down pressing many kisses to her face and neck, she didn’t fully understand laughter yet so it was simple gasps of air before she let out a rather high pitched sound from the affections of her father. He giggled at her “you’re just so cute” he coos kissing her little onesie covered tummy “so important to daddy and mommy” he continues as he looks her over. “So so important that I dropped all my scheduling for a couple of months just so I can be with you” he continues having a deep moment with her as she just stared up at him. “Kris is she ready for bed?” you asked him as he looked over at you “yeah. All clean and ready to be messy tomorrow” he said in his baby voice to Yisu who smiled at him again.

“She’s sleeping in her crib tonight” you purr into his ear as his head twitches to the side slightly. You two had been planning your return to your decently normal sex life but of course Yisu being a baby need attention when thing were getting good. After developing a decent technique to get her to completely pass out you guys took it as a sign. “She’s right here babe she might hear. Don’t speak dirty words around the baby” he says feeling embarrassed by the thoughts he was beginning to have.

“Well mommy misses daddy in more than one way and she needs just as much time as baby” you tell him as he smirks as his embarrassment slinked away and been replaced with your dorky flirty man. He sat up from over her taking a seat beside her as he pulls you close by your hips. “Daddy misses you too” he whispers as he presses a light kiss to your lips. “One night” he continues enjoying kiss. Yisu let’s out a sound as she grabs her father’s plaid pajama clad leg. His eyes changed from the flirty ones he was giving you only seconds ago as he looked down at his daughter practically shoving you away from him as he turned to her. “Daddy is sorry for ignoring you” he tells Yisu as he picks her up resting her close to him. “Let’s have bottle and then we’ll go sleepy yeah?” he coos her as he starts walking out of the bedroom leaving you there, you could have sworn your little one was sending you evil eyes for taking her daddy away for even a few seconds. You sighed laying back knowing that he had an on off switch his daughter now had complete control of.

Speed Date (W/Adam Cole)

Originally posted by shieldgirl95

Here is the second installment of the Speed Date series. Cocky Adam is my favorite Adam to write lol. I wanted to make this one longer but there’s potential for a longer one after the speed dates are over. Thank you for all of the amazing comments on the part <3 It’s probably going to be a few days before I get the next one out but in between that I’m planning to post part 5 of Say You’ll Want Me.

**If you missed the first Speed Date with Kenny Omega it can be found HERE

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history of the world, i guess

     A list of slightly modified quotes I think could be used in some way.
     Full transcript I did for your enjoyment.

  • some of it’s water. fuck it, actually most of it’s water.
  • it’s sad. i’m sad. i miss you.
  • how did this happen?
  • makes sense, right?
  • like i said, it didn’t happen.
  • (pause). forget this.
  • i wanna be something, go somewhere, do something.
  • i want things to change.
  • i just don’t know when to start.
  • and that’s exactly where it started.
  • try to stick together because the world is gonna get bigger and emptier.
  • but it’s not empty yet. it’s still very full
  • it’s about a kjghpillion degrees!
  • great news! ___ and ___ are now happily married to each other
  • congratulations, the world is now ___
  • new shit just got made.
  • some stars burn out and die.
  • bigger stars burn out and die with   p a s s i o n!
  • that makes some brand new way crazier shit.
  • holy shit, we just got hit
  • weather update: cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava.
  • weather update: its raining.
  • oh cool, like a plant or an animal?
  • oh yeah, and it can do that.
  • so that’s pretty nifty, i would say.
  • now you can eat sunlight. taste the sun.
  • maybe even a coupla times.
  • wow, that’s animals and stuff.
  • the sun is a deadly lazer.
  • not anymore, there’s a blanket.
  • there’s no food yet so i don’t care.
  • i was already doing that.
  • works for me.
  • ah fuck, now everything’s dead.
  • here are the survivors.
  • keep your eye on this one because its about to ___
  • here’s another map of the land.
  • don’t worry about it, it does that all the time.
  • its ___ time! here come the ___.
  • look at those breasts.
  • now they’re gonna dominate the world
  • ouch.   yeouch.
  • gneurshk.
  • that’s a human person.
  • and now they’re everywhere, almost.
  • i guess we’re stuck here now.
  • let’s review.
  • fuck it, time to plant some grass.
  • look at this,
  • i control the food now.
  • now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me.
  • mine is bigger because i own the food.
  • this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this. 
  • guess what happens next.
  • coming soon to a dank river valley near you.
  • meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere,
  • i don’t know, my dealer won’t tell me where he gets it.
  • now we’re getting somewhere.
  • they’re gone. guess who’s not gone?
  • wow, that’s big.
  • he figured out how to ignore the fact that we’re all dying.
  • ____ was figuring out how to have good morals.
  • ah, ___ just had the idea of thinking about stuff.
  • it’s a great idea, he was…great. and now he’s dead.
  • hopefully, the rest of the gang will be able to share the ___ evenly between them.
  • get the hell out of here
  • will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? ok thanks bye
  • but what about this part?
  • that’s the ___, no one conquers the ___
  • merchants, probably.
  • they would like to ransack your city. 
  • “hi, everything’s great,” said some guy
  • they just made a brand new road to the world.
  • sick, new trade routes!
  • hmm, that’s a good place for an epic trading kingdom.
  • hi i live in ___ and i was wondering, is loving ___ legal yet?
  • don’t worry about rome, it won’t fall.
  • what’s a barbarian? 
  • their gods are all fake.
  • everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town.
  • you could make a religion out of this.
  • and maybe conquer the world as well.
  • the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope.
  • here’s all the wisdom, in a house.
  • someone owns that now.
  • wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?
  • ok, fair enough. 
  • come on, i know you wanna ___.
  • yes, i do actually want to do that.
  • let’s do a crusade.
  • they did many ___, some of which almost didn’t fail,
  • look at those mounds.
  • i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.
  • i bet that will last a long time!
  • is it ___ time? i think it’s ___ time.
  • ___ is so ___ he’s going on tour to let everyone know.
  • “wow, that guy’s rich,” everyone said.
  • please remain __. we will check in later to see if you are still __ when you least expect.
  • oh, ___’s really rich, time for them to care a lot about art.
  • it’s kinda like a rebirth.
  • nice job, ___. whoops, you missed a spot;
  • “what? that’s bullshit,” said ___, spiceless.
  • “wait,” said ___, probably smoking crack,
  • nah, don’t worry we already got this
  • “hey wanna hire me to do something crazy af?”
  • “no.”  “please?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.” “please?” “ok.”
  • move over ___, here comes ___.
  • do you sin? 
  • that’s bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that’s a scam, fuck ___, here’s 95 reasons why,
  • you know what would be magnificent?
  • all the hipsters move to amsterdam.
  • damn, we gotta start pillaging some stuff.
  • question two: steal the ___. that’s not a question but ___ did it anyway.
  • they are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world.
  • did they figure out who’s boss?
  • “fuck you,” says ___, declaring their independence, and fighting for it.
  • let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!
  • someone eventually got mad & cut his head off.
  • you could make a reli- no don’t.
  • why didn’t we think of this before?
  • luckily, they banished him to an island.
  • but he came back.
  • luckily, they banished him to another island.
  • nah, dude we already got everything
  • so ___ threw a hissy-fit and made them ___ and give them ___.
  • that’s just where he lives.
  • well, blame something on them and go to war!
  • we haven’t had a ___ since the last ___.
  • look at those guns.
  • it’s gonna be a great war(/___), so great we won’t need a second one.
  • it just seemed like the right thing to do. 
  • they should probably just deny it.
  • hi i’m ___ and if ___ doesn’t ___ i’m going to starve myself in public.
  • wow, that worked?
  • “me”, they both said at the same time.
  • what’s on the menu? ___!
  • nobody wins, then it’s on pause forever.
  • let’s meet the sponsors.
  • they’re having a friendly debate over which is good and which is an evil virus of satan.
  • let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead.
  • the world agrees.
  • ____ might need another minute to think about it.
  • woah. okay.
  • that might keep happening.
  • ___ decides to relax a little and accidentally falls apart.
  • don’t worry, ___ won’t fail, because ___ aren’t supposed to.
  • some people have no friends. some people have no food.
  • that’s pretty cool.
  • by the way, where the hell are we?
Skam 4x05 updated opinion

I had time to think about what happened in Skam lol, my last post was a little harsh, I just really can relate to Sana and was a bit out of it after seeing her in pain. This all just touched me more than I thought it could. But I trust Julie has this major plan. Anyways, so here my opinions after having calmed down:

Boy Squad vs Balloon Squad
I still stand with the Mikeal-was-outside and Isak-nagged-him-out-of-prior-shown-interest-to-the-Even-Mikael-relationship-theory. The Balloons saw it as a threat, then went and punched Isak. Just seems reasonable. Also I dont believe that Yousef is gay or whatever, that’s last seasons story, would be way to repetitive. But yes he probably had some bigger influence on the Evenstory. Maybe he was really unaccepting of Even being gay and feels guilty about it, which made him stop being religious. Also now I think that the incident could actually have an effect on the balloon squad. With Yousef bailing on his friends. Also Elias knew about Yousana, and he will know about Sana hurting. That could lead to a conflict. Sidenote: Really want to know why Elias got drunk last week..

Vilde and the Pepsi Max Bitches
It looks really bad still. But I just can’t believe its in Julie’s interest to make Vilde this racist villain, who backstabs her friends for blond and popular bitches. I heard some people say we are underestimating her like in S2 and she has a bigger plan.. Okay her judgmental behavior and snitching to the Pepsi Max Girls doesn’t look all that good, but maybe, just maaaybe there will be a way to explain this?!! Maybe not. I don’t know. We will have to suffer through this annoying Vilde a little longer. But I would love to see her be part in taking down the Pepsi Max hoes. That could make up for it…a little.

Noora
I tried to put myself into her shoes by now. Sana really had a few chances to tell her about Yousef, he had been a topic in their conversations a few times. She was hurt about William, felt betrayed by Sana and kissed this hot Turkish dude. Fine. Still find it bad that Noora never asked about Sana’s feelings.
Also that teaser.. (why is S4 so much about Noora ffs) It made me really nervous. It’s obviously Noora- her lips, her skin, her hand, her hair. She is biting down on a to the metaphorical carrot, representing Yousana. *Eskilds voice* DRAMA!

Sana
The more I think about that clip, the more pain I feel for this fictional character. It was just blow after blow for Sana. She really doesn’t deserve this, we can all agree that we just want Sana to be happy.
I have no idea where the second part of the season is headed. Maybe Sana will silently cut her social robes and confine even deeper into herself until she breaks? Or she will go all out and try revenge? Will she send an Email to William from Noora’s Account? Will she try to take down Pepsi Max? Will she call out her friends? Will she confront Yousef? Maybe all of the above will happen. Its all open at this point. I just want her to not get hurt anymore. That clip was just too much. Lets this be the lowest point and lets hope things will keep going up from now on.. please.

Yousef
As we all know, Yousef was acting really OOC. First he’s smiling coming into the Bar, but once he looked at Even and then Sana he seemed sort of pissed. Then he ignored Sana throughout the night, until he calls her to break up a fight between 9 guys while touching her quiet intimately and his hand lingering on her neck/back, even though Yousef always respected Sana’s boundaries. Then he doesn’t even go to help his friends. And lastly he kisses Sana’s best friend.
So I’ve read alot of theories, but none make perfect sense to me personally. It seems there isn’t one reason for all this, there must have been multiple factors leading to this. Most people seem to think, that this scenario is reasonable: He was upset about Sana supposedly setting them up with Even and hiding that. Also being hurt, cause he believed she only invited them for that and not out of personal interest in Yousef. That anger made him not respect Sana’s boundries and touch her (a little rude?). He didn’t help his friends because Noora stopped him on his way (although: Bros before hoes. She would still be there after the fight to comfort). Noora being upset about Williams new GF tried her luck with Yousef and in the process innocently told him about what Sana had said to her, like him being immature and only playing with Norwegian girls. So he was even more upset and that made him kiss Noora back. But he didn’t seem that into it, cause he still likes Sana.
Personally I think (and I don’t know if anyone has said it already) Noora might have mentioned one more thing.. Also remember Julie never introduces characters if they don’t have a future influence.. so Noora might have mentioned Sana and her being in Grønland and meeting those muslim guys, that one dude and Jonas 2.0, who did seem to flirt with Sana. So Yousef thought she betrayed him first with her dating someone else and did what he did. If you look at it from this perspective, it was just blow after blow for him as well that night. Soo yeah, kind of feel bad for him too if that was the case. Sidenote: Imagine a jealous Yousef seeing Sana with Jonas 2.0, that would be an interesting scene.
Regarding the other theories. Like explained before, I don’t think he is gay and I dont believe Noora was his love interest all along, since he supposedly only actively connected to Sana after meeting the girls? (Kill me please) Digging way to deep here guys, cause how could we possibly misread the flower picking, the basketball playing, the shy looks, the smiling, the deep conversations, the speechlessness, the heart emoji, the alt for deg, the carrot pealing… Oh man, Julie better have this damn masterplan. She probably does too, and part of it is people like me going crazy about what this all could possibly mean. It will all end well but it might not be what we hoped for in the beginning of the season. And that also unsettles me.

Honorable Mentions:
- Evak singing was cute af
- The Boy Squad is back finally
- Sana looked so damn beautiful, still not over it
- Chris and Sana’s friendship and throwback was cuuute
- Vilde’s weird blinking when Magnus kissed her..
- I think I own that exact shirt Noora was wearing lol (H&M everybody, it’s actually a bodysuit)
- Balloon Squad looked on fleek as always
- Eskild is back finally
- The fight scene was actually really cool (New Level is a great work out song btw)

Sorry for the length. Just trying to get through this Pause while getting my shots of Skam (Skam - not even once). Thanks to all the people writing beautiful fanfics, much appreciated. How are you guys holding up?

Imagine you being the one to piece Ivar back together

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Request:
 Hey you write for Ivar from vikings yeah? 😊 If so please can I make a request for Ivar x female!reader where they get into a bad argument about something and at one point he raises his voice/raises his arms and the reader instinctively flinches away from the movement. He immediately comforts her but feels guilty because he thinks she’s scared of him, but reader reassures him she still trusts and loves him? Thank you so much, appreciate it! X
Note: A little inspired because of that gifset from Ivar and Margrethe @whenimaunicorn posted recently. Hope  this is any good and it was like you imagined. I really loved writing it, have a weak heart for Ivar his vulnerability. <3

Words: 1715


Ragnar being back wasn’t really a present for the boys, especially when he asked each one of them to come with him back to England except for Ivar. You always hated it, how some people treated Ivar as the weak one while you knew for sure he was mentally the strongest of them all. But everywhere you came there was that silence, that tensing. Alsaug hardly talked, Sigurd and Ivar had more conflict that before and Ubbe and Hvitserk really didn’t care, they were drinking and eating while Ivar just looked in front of him, almost waiting for someone to take on his bad mood. But nobody did, being a friend of him, being in love with him maked you feel compassionate with his situation. If you had a bigger mouth you would confront Ragnar with the fact but you knew Ivar wouldn’t like that. And it wasn’t your business so you just stayed put, listening to the conversation that went fort and back between the brothers … except for Ivar. It felt like he wasn’t there, a ghost on a table for his brothers and mother while he was the most visible person for you. But you stayed out of it, knowing those  family matters weren’t easy to handle, centainly not when Aslaug stood in charge and Sigurd and Ivar were in the same room. Over the years you learned a big deal over the sons of Ragnar. It got you quite close in a friendship with Ivar, what started with him being so dominant around you. But you learned to handle and respect him in a certain way, evolving to a friendship. Althrought you felt more for him.

You were home, having no mother since bird and a father that was half the time away, you felt quite hollow in this house, scared almost. You were just pulling of your dress when you startled from the knocking on the door.
‘Who is it?’ You asked, pulling back that dress on.
‘You don’t get much visitors except for me so take a wild guess.’ The door swung open, you hand’t even the time to get it open for him before he crawled in. 
‘Ivar.’ You greeted him carefully. He was right, you didn’t got much visitors, you weren’t one of those popular slavegirls where Ubbe and Hvitserk ran after all the time. Maybe that’s why Ivar hang around you much, he had at least some kind of claim on you.
‘Father came,’ he began. You tied your dress back together and looked how he pulled himself on to your bed … althrought their was a table and chairs.
‘And?’
‘I’m going to England with him.’ He said with that confident smirk on his face. You opened your mouth, instincly wanting to congratulate him but on second thoughts you didn’t. Why would you? He was going away with his father, back to England, knowing out of the stories they weren’t that eager on inviting vikings, certainly not Ragnar. Half England probarbly wanted him dead. And Ivar was gonna join him, he couldn’t really blame you for being skeptical. ‘What is it?’ He signed. You opened your mouth, shut it again and went to sit aside him on the bed.
‘I just have my doubts.’
‘Wich doubts?’ He asked. You were glad he at least wanted to listen to your opninion on the matter.
‘It’s that your father isn’t really a hero over there, there are many christians who want him dead. And you are going with him,’ You didn’t finish your sentence, hoping he would get it on his own. But he didn’t or he didn’t want to admit to it.
‘What are you saying Y/n.’ He said almost inpatient. You sighed and took a deep breath.
‘Being concerned about you I don’t think it’s a good idea to go . It could get you killed, or worse captured.’ You explained in one large breath. His bleu eyes almost pierced through yours and you swallowed slowly, knowing this could go two ways. He was mostly calm around you but the last couple of days, since Ragnar returned he was a little short tempered. You saw him do already some things with his brother, you weren’t really jumping to meet that side of him to.
‘Because I’m a cripple, is that what you are saying?’ He asked you rather sharp. You looked down to the wooden floor, thinking how you could get this strarting argument turned in to no argument at all. When you looked back at him he was still looking at you with those almost harened hollow eyes.
‘No,’ you began steady. ‘I would say it to everybody. I’m just not sure if it is wise.’ You constructed your sentences in a way he could pick an insult out of it.
‘It’s my one change to go with my father.’
‘And maybe your last.’ You reacted on that, being honest now maybe wasn’t your best move.
‘I would rather die there aside my father than here among the people that so disgust me.’ He pointed to the door.
‘Ivar, you’re not thinking with a straight mind. Ragnar his return maked you all so tensed, placing your emotions into the situation. I don’t think you thought about it.’
‘Who are you to say what I can and can’t do!’ He yelled, trewing his arms up like he was going to hit you. And in a reflex you pulled away from the bed, away from him, away from his anger. While doing it you thought about the consequenties this could have. You never believed that he would hurt you. But you saw already so much of his anger towards others that it was an instinct your body produced being around him. And that instinct frooze him right on his place. You stayed on that distant, five steps away maybe, hardly more while you looked at him. He looked so distant, so angry while he slowly lowered his arms before his eyes looked back at you and your tensed body standing there. In seconds his mood turned around, you saw that vulnerability, that pain, the uncertainty in his always looking strong blue eyes. ‘You thought I would hurt you.’ He said. You felt your heart cracking open a little, afraid that the previous argument would change everything between you.
‘No.’
‘Why did you jump away then?’ He asked, not looking to you but to the floor. You felt guilty for still standing there while he got all wrapped up in his emotions. You walked back to the bed, sitting aside him, turning your body towards him.
‘It was a reflex Ivar. It didn’t mean a thing.’ You tried to reassure him. He looked at you, his strong blue eyes not so strong anymore.
‘You thought I was going to hurt you, like I do with everybody I know.’ He turned his eyes back to the wooden floor. You layed two fingers carefully under his chin, pulling his eyes right back to you.
‘Everybody is a little afraid of Ivar The Boneless, it isn’t a bad thing, you will do powerfull things with it. My body just reacted on the violence I already saw in my life. It has nothing to do with you, I know you won’t hurt me.’ You explained on a soft tone. His eyes traveled to your hand still stabilitating his fragile face.
‘But you are scared of me?’
‘Everybody always is Ivar. That doesn’t mean it effects me. You are my friend, I,’ you felt silence, looking away for a moment, doubting if you would say that. But when you turned back, saw that vulnerability again you knew it wasn’t something he showed everybody. ‘I love you more than I’m scared of you.’ You finally said. ‘And I don’t want you to go because I’m afraid that you will die, won’t return.’ You went futher. He cracked a little under those words. You hand fell back in your lap while some kind of disbelief filled his face. Aside his mother and brothers nobody really loved Ivar the Boneless, except for you. Because you saw his potential, the greatness, the tenderness of his heart. And surly now, the uncertainty in his eyes maked it even a better feeling than it already was. ‘You don’t believe me?’ You asked with a small smile on your lips. He looked back at you. You layed your hand against his jaw and pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. His first reaction was to do nothing, but while you brought more pressure on his lips he opened them a little and answered yours in so much uncertainty. When you pulled back you let your forehead rest against his. He blincked his eyes, looked at you and a small uncertain smile came on his lips. ‘Go if you want to. Be great, be fearless, come back with fame. I will be here waiting.’ You stroke his jawline before you lost the contact with him and pulled back completly.
‘I will.’ He whispered. He looked aside to you and you smiled, a loving smile and he just watched you do it.
‘You can stay, if you want to.’ You nodded to the bed. He nodded, still in conflict with everything he felt of emotions.

But in the end of that night you laid aside him, gazing into the room and thinking of what you had accomplished while you listened to his steady breating aside you. You broke him a little, by pulling back on his reaction …. But you pieced him back together, even more than before. You felt him turn, a hand sneaking over your waist, pulling you closer. You turned his side. It was hard to see if he was sleeping, or preteding he was sleeping but it was a nice feeling. His lips rested against your shoulder, you felt his warm breath on your skin while his hand layed on your stomach, holding you close. Maybe somebody as ruthless and disturbed as Ivar needed some love in his life, maybe he had to learn how to love before he could grow even bigger. You knew one thing, Ivar wasn’t a bad person, it was the world that maked him bad.

Beauty and the Beast (3)

Sorry this chapter is late! I hope you enjoy :) Previous chapters are listed here: 1 2

Simon

Simon dragged his cloak tighter around himself. It was incredibly cold in the cell, the open window letting in snow and chilly air. Simon wasn’t sure he was going to last very long in this cold without his magic. 

He wondered why the castle was cursed the way it was. The magic hanging over the wells felt sticky, making for an overwhelmingly claustrophobic sensation. Whoever had cast the spell had to have been powerful. Simon was regarded by many as one of the most powerful magicians to have lived and even he couldn’t access his magic here. 

Escape did not seem like a possibility. The walls were too high to jump from. Plus, Simon wasn’t sure where he would go if he did manage to escape. Back to the father who had abandoned him here? Back to the village that seemed to be moving on quite easily without him? He wasn’t sure there was anything worth going back to in that place. Still, anything was better than a cold prison cell. 

He heard strange shuffling noises coming from the stairwell. The sound of two people bickering was soon audible. After a minute or so the two voices were close enough that Simon could make out what they were saying.

“Niall I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You heard him Dev, he said to go ahead and give him a better room.”

Simon sat up.

“Hello?” He called out.

“Ah yes, hello! My name is Niall.”

Simon froze as the candelabra he’d seen in the entrance when he’d first walked into the castle strolled over to the cell bars and bowed in front of him. A second or so later the clock he’d seen before strutted over and glared at the candelabra. Simon wondered if the cold had finally gotten to his head.

“Um, my name is Simon,” He said weakly.

The one called Dev frowned at him.

“Yes we know that already.”

Niall, the candelabra, turned to smack the clock with one of his burning candles.

“Don’t be rude! He’s our guest after all.”

Simon shook his head in confusion.

“I’m sorry, but I think I need a bit of an explanation. This castle has talking household items?  And since when did I become a guest?

Niall glanced at Dev uncomfortably.

“Well, the curse, it uh, made all the people living in the castle into household items. And I suppose you are still technically a prisoner but to us you’re a guest.” Niall said.

“How lucky for you,” Simon grumbled.

“Hey,” Dev began angrily, “Did you not hear the part about us being cursed? Nobody here has it easy.”

Simon pursed his lips.

“I suppose not.”

Niall unlocked the door and gestured towards the stairs.

“Let’s not exhaust our friend, Dev. Why don’t you follow me this way to your new room Simon?”

Simon stood and followed the two out of the dungeon and into the main stairway of the castle. He wasn’t sure why he was being given a room here. It seemed stupid, really, to give a prisoner a tour of the castle. He supposed the beast had enough confidence in his own abilities to stop Simon so as to allow this. 

“Baz has allowed you to roam the castle as you wish,” Niall said.

“Baz?” Simon asked.

“That is the name of the man you met earlier today,” Dev said. 

“Oh.”

It shouldn’t have surprised Simon that Baz would have a name. In fact, Simon felt a bit like an ass for not having inquired about it sooner. 

“So I can go wherever I’d like?” Simon asked.

“Yes, except for the West Wing.” Dev said.

Simon watched as Niall kicked Dev in what was meant to be a subtle gesture. Dev’s clock face screwed up in panic before he settled back into his normal facial expression. Niall laughed nervously.

“He means that the West Wing is unavailable. It’s far too damaged to be safe for anyone now. You’d likely fall through a hole the second you got there.”

Simon didn’t have to be a genius to know that they were lying to him. He filed that observation for later, knowing he’d be exploring a lot more than just the West Wing. He planned to escape by sundown.

They stopped outside of a door that looked much like the other hundred or so they had already passed. Niall ushered him inside of a room that was bigger than his house at home. The bed alone seemed to be the size of a room, all deep red bedding and dark wood posts. The wallpaper was a deep green with silver emblems that swirled as if they were alive. There was a large armoire to one side of the room and a sitting area on the other. A large window showed a view of the frozen gardens outside. It was a rather disorienting sight. 

Simon swallowed loudly.

“This is…ornate.”

Niall smiled, taking Simon’s tone as an expression of satisfaction.

“Baz wanted us to give you the best room in the palace.”

“I’m sure,” Simon murmured as he looked for an escape route in the room. 

“Well,” Dev said, “I think we’ve bothered you enough for now. Dinner will be served in one hour. Please be ready to be escorted downstairs at that time.”

Simon paused. He knew he needed to find a way out of this strange castle but the idea of food was tempting. He’d been given only dry bread and old cheese the night before. He imagined Baz was the type to have fancy courses served, living in a castle and all that. Simon found himself weighing his options. He could always escape in the morning, with a full stomach. In fact, that would probably be the smarter thing to do, who knew how long the journey back to civilization might take.

“All right,” Simon said.

Dev and Niall left him alone in the room.  Simon watched them go and then sighed in relief as the door closed behind them. He was exhausted and the warm bed was incredibly inviting. He’d make sure to only close his eyes for a few minutes so as to not be late for dinner. Baz struck him as being of the punctual sort. 

After what felt like a minute he felt someone tap his shoulder. He sat up and found the armoire standing over him. He jumped back a bit and then reminded himself that, for this castle, looming furniture was the norm. 

“Oh, sorry to scare you sir. My name is Gareth.”

Simon nodded.

“Um, yeah. I’m Simon.”

Gareth backed up to his corner of the room. 

“I just thought I should wake you for dinner, it’s starting in a few minutes.”

Simon looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside. He couldn’t believe he’d slept for an hour already. 

“Oh, thank you.”

He stood and looked at the large mirror. He was still wearing his clothes from the village. A simple tunic fastened by a belt over dirty pants. He felt that his outfit would probably not go over too well at dinner. 

“I have some clothing available for you if you’d like, sir.”

Simon turned and saw that Gareth had opened up his cabinet doors. Inside hung various outfits that were far too over the top for Simon’s comfort. He wanted to eat but not that badly.

“Thank you but I think I’ll go down like this.”

Gareth shrugged and then settled.

There was a knock at the door. 

“Come in,” Simon said.

A tray pushed into the room with a teapot on it. The teapot glanced at him and rolled its eyes.

“Merlin, couldn’t you have at least tried to look presentable?” 

“Excuse me?” Simon said.

“My name is Penny. I’ll be escorting you to dinner. Don’t worry, I’ll get your tea later when you’re eating.”

Simon nodded.

“I’m Simon.”

She studied him for a moment, a small smile forming on her face.

“Yes, we all know your name. Trust me.”

He frowned at that and followed her out of the room. After a long period of walking down corridors and stairways, they finally reached the main dining area. A long table was set with only two dinner plates, one on each end of the table. Simon sat at the one closest to the door and spread his napkin on his lap. 

In truth, he didn’t really want to share a meal with Baz. But food had always been a weakness of his and he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t try the food here at least once before he left. He could put up with Baz’s rude behavior for one evening if it meant eating a feast.

A minute or so later he heard footsteps down the hall, human ones. He swallowed nervously as the doors to the dining hall opened behind him. Baz entered the room and strolled to his seat on the other end of the table. 

His black hair had been brushed and smoothed back. Instead of the ragged clothes he’d been wearing when Simon had first met him, he was wearing a suit of deep green with silver embellishments, reminding Simon of the wallpaper in his room. With his fangs hidden, he looked almost normal.

“Simon,” Baz acknowledged, fangs making their appearance. 

“Baz,” Simon replied.

He wasn’t sure where they would go from here but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant.

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(v.) to love for the last time - a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love won’t last

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pt. 2

Summary: Long distance relationships are tough, but maybe it’s not the distance that gets in the way. 

A/N: This is literally my first time ever posting any of my writing on Tumblr, so please be gentle and keep that in mind! <3 I intend to improve with each piece I post, but this is all very new to me. There will be a part two (maybe even a part three?) to this, which I have already written a good part of. Thank you so much for reading!

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His Girl - Part 3 ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine ✘

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AAAAAAAA, THE SONG’S NAME IS ‘’IF IT KILLS ME’’.

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Part 4 is the last one, guys :/

✘ Summary: Sebastian sees his ex girlfriend (the person he’s still in love with, by the way) dating a New Directions’s guy, Sam Evans. Of course, Sebastian is going to get his girl back, after all, she’s his girl. She always was and always will be. And he’s hers. Which doesn’t mean they’ll be back at the first look.

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Thinking about stupid you could be, you walked into Dalton Academy. You knew you should not be here, but you just couldn’t say no or resist it.

After you didn’t respond to Sebastian’s last message, he sent you a text in the next morning, calling you to see him and the Warblers rehearse, even quoting the word friend with an emoji rolling their eyes at the end. You loved listening to Sebastian sing and, to be honest with yourself, you were already missing him. The moment between the two of you last night only intensified the feeling that had never left your soul. But unfortunately, you knew you could not do anything about it.

But, hey, what was the bad thing about watching him sing?

No harm, right?

As soon as you entered their training room, the Warblers were already beginning to do the back-up. Sebastian smiled at you and you smiled back, sitting in one of the chairs. A few seconds later, he began to sing.

Hello, tell me you know

Yeah, you figured me out

Something gave it away

It would be such a beautiful moment

To see the look on your face

To know that I know that you know now

You blushed, the beginning of the song reminding you of last night. Sebastian smirked at your reaction and you mentally cursed him, of course he had planned it.

And baby that’s a case of my wishful thinking

You know nothing

Cause you and I

Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and

We get along much better

Than you and your boyfriend

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the verse that he had just sang.

Well all I really wanna do is love you

He approached you, looking into your eyes, as if you were the only person in the room, no matter how clichéd it sounded. Sebastian smiled brightly, something rare since he normally smiled cocky, ironic and/or convinced.

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

Then you knew that it wasn’t just about the moment in the last night, but about the things you both have been through.

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

All of the Warblers started to sing:

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

Sebastian placed his hands on her heart, moving his legs as the Warbles began to dance in tune behind him. He spun around and walked back, joining his companions in the dance.

The Warbler Capitan started to sing a solo, his eyes locked on you.

How long, can I go on like this

Wishing to kiss you

He looked at your lips and licked his as you bit your own lower lip.

Before I rightly explode?

Well this double life I lead isn’t healthy for me

Sebastian moved his fingers in a ‘’no’’ and pouted, making you giggle.

In fact it makes me nervous

If I get caught I could be risking it all

Baby there’s a lot that I miss

In case I’m wrong

Again, the Warblers started to sing, but Sebastian didn’t, he just approached you.

Well all I really wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If It kills me

If it kills me

This time, the French boy sang alone while the Warblers danced and made backup vocals.

If I should be so bold

Jett, one of the Warblers, jumped back, spinning his body. You smiled impressed, but then Sebastian’s hands holding yours turned your attention to him.

I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand

Seb smirked and put your hand on his chest, your reflex and ‘’no-thinking-mode’’ made you caress his chest, and his smile grew bigger and truly, no smirking needed right now.

Tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man

But I never said I would

I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again

The Warblers, including Sebastian sang

All I really wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

If it kills me

It was kind of hard to say if Sebastian was singing or talking:

I think it might kill me

Sebastian smirked and looked at you, now singing his solo.

And all I really wanna do is to feel you

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

It might kill me

At the end, all the Warblers, except Seb, fell to the ground as if they had died. You got up from the chair, but before you could say anything, the New Directions suddenly appeared in the room.

“Stay away from (Y/N), you evil seed!” Santana was the first to speak, Rachel hurrying to her side with Tina.

“Sha-queer-a, how are you? Visiting your relatives in prison a lot?”

“And you, CW hair? Blinding too much people?” She snapped. “Or just trying to get information from new members from New Directions?’’

"We’re getting (Y/N) out of here, and you better not get near her again,” Quinn said, almost like a threat. “Come on, Santana.”

“Like (Y/N) was a property of you, idiots. Why won’t you’all go take a shave? You love it. And take care of your pet trout, because your only talented member can choose whatever she wants. And we know what she’ll choose.” Sebastian smirked and looked at you, his stance convinced showing that he knew exactly what was going on in your head.

‘’What are you talking about, Sebastian?’’ Blaine asked confused, but the New Directions didn’t really pay attention at what Sebastian had just said, he was just a ass who’d say anything to affect they, right?

“She’s going to choose to stay with her boyfriend and her friends, not with a person as low as you.” Kurt smiled wryly at Sebastian, which made him roll his eyes.

“Barbie boy, you get more annoying every time I see you. How is it possible?”

‘’Fine, enough. How did you find me here?“ You looked at Blaine. ’’Blaine…’’

’‘I’m sorry, okay? But you asked me how to get here and I told Kurt, and one thing led to another. I’m really sorry, (Y/N). But I really think we should leave.”

“Apparently, Sebastian has a crush on stealing taken people, and I thought he was just a danger to gays.” Kurt muttered to Rachel, but the rest of you heard. You coughed uncomfortably, more for the little 'story’ between Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt than anything else.

“Well, dear toothless gay, it’s not like your blonde trout has (Y/N).” He smiled wryly, almost angry that someone thought his (Y/N) was Sam’s, even though he knew she 'technically’ was his girlfriend.

“And who has? You?” Tina said, causing Sebastian to raise an eyebrow and making Quinn roll her eyes at how anti-feminist that could sound, but she know it wasn’t meant to this side. Being someone’s doesn’t mean you’re not yours as well, it’s just a way to talk. Some people like it, and some people don’t.

“The Korean girl speaks, that’s a surprise.” Sebastian said.

“She is my girlfriend, Sebastian. Why do we not sort it out now?” Sam said, approaching Sebastian, indicating that they could fight. You rolled your eyes, that had gone too far, causing the Warblers to approach in defense of their captain.

“Right, this is over. You guys shouldn’t have come after me, this is personal.” The mouth of some of the members opened to reply, but you continued. “I didn’t tell anyone because Sebastian called me, and I decided to come. My decision, he did not force me into anything. And it’s not like I’m an object, I belong to myself and make my own decisions before anything. And no one is going to fight for anyone here, it’s not the 90’s. Let’s go.” You started walking as soon as you finished your speech, not sure what to feel after all this. You gave Sebastian one last look before start walking.

Then, you left.

You left him.

Again.