you can say all you want but you won't ever convince me that these are not the same looks

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If I’m right, AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE RIGHT, their final moment together doesn’t even get to be a private one, but one only fringing on the true affection between them. But the FLOATY BUBBLES SAY IT ALL, OK.

YOU CAN MEASURE FEELINGS IN FLOATY BUBBLES ALONE, AND LOOK HOW MANY THERE ARE.

The third panel is the most striking of them all, because I’m so sure that it’s their final touch. It’s an unusual angle with an unusual focus, and I think it’s emphasising that the end of this last gesture between them is their final goodbye. As he drops her hair for the last time, they will never see each other again. I just don’t know which one of them it is that’s about to die.

Hopefully not both but YOU KNOW HOW CLAMP IS. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.

And then Kuropapa’s off to face his fate.

AND BLESS KUROGANE’S LITTLE HEART, HE WANTS TO GO TOO. BECAUSE HE FEELS ALL THE SAME FINALITY THAT HIS PARENTS DO BUT FROM WITHIN HIS EXTRA SPHERE OF POWERLESSNESS THAT SCARES AND FRUSTRATES HIM BEYOND WHAT HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH.

SO HE WANTS TO HELP. HE WANTS TO DO ALL HE CAN TO TRY AND STOP ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.

BUT THERE IS NO WAY HE WILL BE ENOUGH.

No-one would ever be enough. 

It kills me how even in this, Kuropapa does it in the nicest way possible. 

He recognises the feelings Kurogane is having and affirms them. He acknowledges that Kurogane IS, in fact, strong, instead of taking the other possible route and insisting that he’s not strong enough. Because here, too, he knows that this might just be the last moment he gets, and he uses it as a moment of love and encouragement 

AND THAT LITTLE HEAD TOUCH. GET OUT OF HERE.

There is no way this is anything but the last thing Kuropapa ever gets to say to him. There is NO WAY.

LOOK AT THE ART OK. THE NINJAS ARE ALL FADING AS THEY TURN AWAY AND WALK INTO THE DISTANCE.

THIS IS IT. THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE.

It’s so clear just how much these final words chained themselves around Kurogane’s heart and never left him. Even during his darkest days in the future, his obsession with strength always stemmed from this, and it’s so easy to guess that his bitterness and focus on revenge could have stemmed from an inverted version of this final statement that Kuropapa gives him. 

Kurogane, at his worst, sought strength to make up for the family he didn’t couldn’t save in this moment. 

Kurogane, as he grows to a better and healthier version of himself, realises that he has more family to protect, and also that he himself might also be worth protecting.

But even just here, in this one moment, Kurogane’s father’s words work on so many levels. Kuropapa does what he does to protect Kurogane, his wife, and the entire clan – even when the odds are very heavily implying that he won’t be enough. Kuromama too does what she does to protect them all. Her health is failing her, steadily slipping away, and yet she insisted on the final blessing to save her husband, because her strength too is all focussed around saving the ones she loves – her husband AND her entire clan, and everyone else in the country that relies on her.

And that’s what will hit Kurogane so hard later. Not only because losing his family in a horrible and violent manner is one of the worst things that could ever happen, but also because in his eyes he failed in the same basic tenant that holds his family together. He wants to go with his father to help protect Suwa, but he can’t. He’s meant to stay behind and help protect his mother, but he doesn’t manage that either. His strength, while recognised fondly by his father, is not enough – was never going to be enough. And that’s exactly what sends him into such horrifying spiral of murder and revenge and a desperate clawing need to reclaim some sense that he could have made a difference.

AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS SYAORAN GOING TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION. HE’S ALREADY READY TO THROW HIMSELF UNDER A BUS TO RESCUE EVEN A SLIVER OF SAKURA’S SOUL. WE DON’T NEED TO ENCOURAGE THESE TENDENCIES WITHIN HIM ANY FURTHER THAN THEY ALREADY EXIST.

But actually, now that I think about it, that might be all the difference. Kurogane’s arc in the manga overall (so far) is slowly healing and allowing himself to recover. I have a lot of confidence that he’ll pull it off, because he’s come a long way already, and he’ll be all the stronger to protect his new family.

I just hope that it’s the new Kurogane that has the biggest influence on Syaoran and not the old one. Because Syaoran needs to allow himself to heal as well, and I’m convinced that he doesn’t even know it yet.

To Torment the King, Threaten the Queen

I decided to rewatch Arrow 5x17, and it’s even more amazing (and heartbreaking) to watch the second time. My first viewing was just pure emotional response to what was playing out onscreen. I caught some details here and there, but mostly I was trying to process while hanging on the edge of my seat anticipating what was coming next. Watching the scene again in which Adrian Chase, a.k.a. Prometheus, taunts Oliver about Felicity was fascinating, because I could more easily see how Chase segued into each particular jab and the intent behind it. Like the sick, twisted psycho he is, Prometheus slowly escalates the stakes both physically and mentally for Oliver by threatening his love.

You murdered your own wife

After Chase drowns Oliver for the same amount of time it took his father Justin Claybourn to die, he starts to taunt Oliver about his numerous victims. He tries to humanize them by saying they had families of their own: husbands, wives, daughters, sons, etc. Oliver, however, isn’t swayed because he believes these people committed terrible crimes and had victims of their own. He then points out that Chase is sick and a hypocrite, especially since he murdered his own wife.

It’s that exact moment that Chase makes a very interesting transition. Of all the victims on the wall, he chooses to specifically single out The Count. Why The Count?

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The really annoying thing to me is that making Lena a villain could actually be an awesome storyline if I trusted the CW to do it right. Like we all hope and pray that she doesn’t become evil and I’m also right there with you, but just hear me out.

If they insisted on doing it, it could actually be a really compelling and interesting story. We know that Lena and Kara are genuinely friends (at least with the information that we have). Lena takes time out of her day to spend it with Kara, even though she has absolutely no obligation to do so. And easily could just not do it and I doubt Kara would find that strange at all. They’re not the same thing; rookie reporter for CatCo and CEO of L-Corp. Not that same thing. Lena could have easily kept their relationship purely professional (maybe friendly acquaintances), even after 2x12 and into 2x15. She throws a wrench in her mother’s plans far too often (in my opinion) for it to be a set up between the two Luthor women from the start. Kara just asked for a way to track/find missing aliens and Lena went and found where her mother was hiding, against Lillian’s plans. She even wanted to “redirect” Lena somewhere else as we know. I think there is enough evidence to say that Lillian and Lena aren’t on the same side at this time. (Watch, the CW is going to prove me wrong because the end of the season just because they want to fuck with me). 

So if we look at Kara and Lena’s relationship, it’s one of genuine friendship on both sides. Plus, consider that Kara finally has a friend that (canonically) doesn’t have feelings for her and is available whenever she needs to talk. Lena doesn’t push Kara, ever. I’d guess that Kara could go to Lena for advice about Supergirl stuff, asking in a round about way, and Lena would just try to help best she could (2x04). They’ve got a friendship that I’m actually jealous of. 

So imagine if at the end of the season something happened to make Lena turn evil. I would hazard a guess it would have to do with the lack of trust of her, even though she’s literally done everything she can to save the day multiple times. I think that can breed resentment over time. Maybe Kara accidentally doubts her like she did in 2x12 when Lena asks her if she thinks that’s something she’d actually do and Kara hesitates. 

So move into S3 with Lena being the villain. Everyone; J’onn, Alex, Winn (god knows why because he’s the son of a supervillain too like Jesus Christ man. You’re living proof that you aren’t your family), Maggie, James, Mon-El (if he survives into S3, assuming he will here) would be against Lena. She’s the villain. But that’s easy for people that never trusted her and always found something wrong with her. But for Kara, who had struck a real and deep friendship with Lena would be torn over bringing down a villain and loyalty and love for a friend. I think you could look at how Kara interacted with Astra for a similar dynamic. Obviously not the same because yeah. But similar in many regards. 

And I’d imagine that Lena would also have a similar inner struggle in a way. Especially if she knows/found out that Kara was Supergirl. Maybe that is what pushed her over the edge even. Finding out that Kara lied to her for so long. But Kara is her only friend in National City and I think one of her only real, genuine friends in her life, ever. She would want to figure out how to stop but not knowing how. Espeically when she believes that no one cares about her. That she’s just doing what everyone expects of her because it’s so much easier. She’s been so worn down over the last few years that she’s just tired

Imagine that despite what everyone says about Lena, Kara never would give up on her friend. She would fight to stop whatever Lena’s evil master plan was, but she would never stop trying to convince her friend that there were people that believed in her. That believed she was good. Making S3 about friendship and having Kara explore what it means to love someone, in a completely platonic way (not sarcasm). And really about the idea that Kara Danvers can be just as much of a hero as Supergirl, just in different ways. 

So yeah, making Lena a villain would not be the end of the world. If you could trust the CW to make the right choices with the direction of how they do it. But since it’s the CW, basically don’t make her evil. Because I know you’ll find some way to fuck it up. 

Found this in my drafts**:

*clears throat* May I present the idea:
~✨Ella Enchanted au✨~

  • •Laurent is from a very well-to-do kingdom
  • •Auguste died (idc how)
  • •Akielos took a bunch of land after that
  • •When Laurent was born his aunt Vannes gave him the “gift” of obedience
  • •When Laurent lost his family he was left to live with his Uncle and his uncle’s men (man? Idk how to fit the evil step-sisters in so like twin Govarts??? LOL)
  • •His uncle tells him that he isn’t allowed to protect/hang out with Nicaise

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Pairing: George Washington x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None I don’t think other than badly google translated French, a lot of dialogue, not one of my best buuuut whatever lol
Inspired by this post by @i-am-a-person-a
Thanks for everyone who followed, love y'all!! This one’s a little different, kinda more fun than sad or angsty. A lot of it is just solidifying George’s character, so I’ll probably do another one soon lol


Alexander walked into his new job with high hopes, clutching a briefcase in one hand and buttoning his suit jacket with the other. He quit the job at his old law firm, mostly out of pride, partially out of lack of passion. He couldn’t work somewhere where the employees didn’t love their job. And he hated his extremely rude asshole of a boss. Almost immediately, he was offered a job at Washington Law Firm, which he graciously accepted.

He knew most of the lawyers there, and was friends with them. John Laurens dealt with biological cases, Marquis de Lafayette was assigned international cases, Hercules Mulligan with domestic cases, so on and so forth. Of course, there were lawyers he didn’t like. Like Thomas Jefferson. His rival since freshman year of college.

But he was determined to make the best of it.

“Alexander, hey!” John shook his hand as Alex arrived. “Finally decided to move to the dark side, huh?” They both laughed, rejoicing in their rekindled friendship. “Please,” Alex started, “If anything, this is the light side. Don’t get me started on Adams.”

“Is that Hamilton I hear?” A French accent called. Out of another office walked Lafayette and Mulligan, eager to see their college buddy. “Lafayette, comment avez-vous été?”

“Aussi bien que tout Français en Amérique.”

“Je jure que vous aimez l'Amérique plus que les Américains.”

“Guys, you know I don’t speak French.” Mulligan groaned jokingly. They all laughed as he greeted Hercules with a, “Hey, man, what’s up?”

As they were all mingling, a tall man stepped out of his office, files and folders in hand. He glanced around, his face stoic, before walking towards the reception desk. Alex looked over at him in awe, “Is that-”

“Yep. That’s the CEO, George Washington.” Mulligan answered, lowering his voice to a whisper. Washington was a strong, buff looking man with the expression that reminded someone of a rhinoceros, very hard and stern. “He served in the military for a few years before becoming a lawyer.”

“I don’t think I’ve even seen him smile.”

“Oui, me, as well, mon ami.”

“He can’t be that bad.” Alex rolled his eyes, looking back at his friends. “He’s not a bad person. Just… intimidating.” John replied.

Then, Washington’s expensive shoes clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way over to the group. “Alexander Hamilton, I presume?”

“At your service, sir.” Alex replied, firmly shaking his hand. He could feel the callouses in Washington’s hand from years of service. “I’ve got some cases for you, if you’re ready.” George said.

“Of course.”

“Have the paperwork done by the end of week, on my desk.” George handed Alex all of the files and folders, causing his eyes to widen. “The end of the week?” He asked.

Washington’s eyebrow quirked up, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. “Unless you’ve got some other job to be doing all week, in which case I can find someone else to do yours.”

Alexander quickly shook his head, “No, sir.”

George gave him a firm nod, “Good.”

As Washington walked away, Alexander stood shocked, staring the work before him. The guys all patted him on the back. “I almost lost my job on the first day.” Alex said to himself. “Don’t feel bad.” Lafayette consoled. “He’s just in a bad mood because his girlfriend is out of state.”

“That man has a girlfriend? How is she not terrified?” Alex asked.

“We’ve never met her, but we’ve heard the receptionist talk about her.” John said. “She, apparently, is the exact opposite of Washington.”

“Maybe she’ll be at the luncheon in a couple months.” Mulligan mentioned.

“As much as I love to gossip about my boss’s girlfriend, I have paperwork to do.” Alex excused himself from the group. He walked to his office at a calm pace, only slowing to sneer at the office with Jefferson’s name on the door.

Hours later, after everyone had left, he was still sitting at his desk. As he pulled on his own hair while signing a piece paper and moving on to the next case, he muttered, “Washington’s girlfriend needs to come home right now.”

~

It didn’t take very long for Alexander and George to become acquainted, just a few months. It also didn’t take long for George to realize Alexander was very opinionated, and had almost no self control. “Hamilton, my office, now.”

Alexander walked in and closed the door behind him after assuring his friends that it was nothing. “Sir, you and I both know Jefferson started this war.”

“And I’m leaving it up to you to end it, Alexander.”

“But sir-”

“Look, we have this luncheon coming up for the merger and I need everyone on their best behavior, especially my right hand man.” George reasoned with him. Washington Law Firm was then merging with the Schuyler Firm in order to expand their reach around New York City. “Yes, sir.” Alexander nodded glumly. “When’s that thing again?”

“The luncheon?”

“Sure.”

“Alexander-”

“Yes, the luncheon, when is it?”

“It’s tomorrow.” George deadpanned. Alexander started laughing, only stopping when he realized Washington wasn’t laughing with him. “You’re not laughing?”

“When have you ever seen me laugh, Hamilton?”

“Fair enough.”

“Bring Eliza. She’s probably the only one who can actually control you.”

Alexander nodded, looking down at Washington’s desk. He noticed a picture. It was Washington, actually smiling. His face was pressed up against a woman’s; she had Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and a dazzling smile. “Is that your sister, sir?” He asked, nodding to the picture.

Washington looked down at the picture. He had to will himself not to smile at the picture of you, remembering the day it was taken, “That’s my girlfriend.”

Hamilton’s eyes widened. “Your girlfriend?”

“Am I not allowed to date, Alexander?”

“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. I mean-”

“Go finish your paperwork, Hamilton.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Alexander and the guys, along with the Schuyler sisters, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy were sitting at a table, observing the guests at the luncheon. They were all giddy to see Washington’s girlfriend, who’d been the subject of many, many bets. “Ten bucks on her being a female Washington.” Angelica said.

“No way! She’s probably really nice.” John disagreed. “Nicer than the General?” Mulligan joked, using his secret nickname. “Impossible.”

“Guys, look! There he is!”

You and George had just checked your coats in before walking into the dining hall. George looked over at your grinning lips before pecking them, a small smile breaking out on his own. “Calm down, Y/N, it’s not that exciting.”

“Are you kidding? I get to meet all of your work friends.” You said happily. You almost tripped over your own feet, your heels not allowing you to walk as fast as you’d like. “You mean my employees?” He chuckled.

“Eh, same difference.”

As you drank from the glass of champagne that your boyfriend offered you, you saw two men standing off to the side, casually glancing at the both of you. “So,” You said, “Introduce me to people.” You smiled. “I want to be in the know.”

“It’s a law firm, babe, not a soap opera.”

“Just do it.” You laughed, practically dragging him over to the two men. “Lafayette, Hamilton, this is my girlfriend, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” George introduced you lovingly with a smile plastered on his face.

That was what you loved about George. He didn’t feel the need to show you off; you showed yourself off (which was actually you showing him off, but he didn’t need to know that). He would just stand back and smile, watching you as if you were the only woman in the world. And to him, you were. As long as you were with him, he didn’t need anyone or anything else. He was as faithful as they come.

“It’s a pleasure, mademoiselle.” Lafayette lightly shook your hand. “Pardon my asking,” Alex started, “But how do you get him to smile? I’ve been trying for months.” He joked. Washington cleared his throat loudly, causing Alex to straighten up quickly. You laughed and hit George’s arm, “Stop it!” You told him. You turned to Alexander, “I didn’t know a smile was such a rare occurrence for Mr. Washington.”

George’s cheeks heated up, the blush fanning across his face. “This is the first time any of us have seen him smile, l'honneur de scout.” Lafayette grinned.

“I’ll have to work on that then.” You beamed. You intertwined you fingers with George’s before turning to him, “Come on, baby, I want to meet more people.”

George barely had time to say goodbye to the laughing pair before Y/N pulled him towards another group of people.

And that was what he loved about you. You were so happy, bubbly, and outgoing. He felt like he could do anything with you by his side. You were always the strong back bone pushing him in the right direction, in business and in his personal life. Whenever he needed to smile, you made sure he did by doing one thing: being yourself.

About an hour later, George was pulling you into an empty hallway. “George, what are you doing? I was going to talk to Eliza.”

“I just want a minute alone with you.” He said, leaving kisses all around your face. You giggled, “Ohh, Mr. Washington is starting a scandal.” You joked. “Shut up and kiss me.” He chuckled.

With that, you closed the gap and your lips molded together. The never ending sparks of your relationship pulsed through both your bodies. You felt his love for you in such a simple, yet passionate kiss. If you weren’t excited and happy, you probably would’ve cried. You finally found someone who you loved, and who loved you back. You were convinced that nothing could be better than that moment.

That is, until he proposed twenty minutes later.

That was probably better. Probably.

How Snape should have acted to make Snape haters like him (let's just ignore the inconsistencies, shall we?)
  • Snape on the train in his first year: I want to be in Gryffindor! I definitely don't want to be sorted into the house my mum was sorted into, and that I've only heard good things about in my childhood!
  • Snape after being sorted into Slytherin: Hm, these other eleven-year-olds that were sorted into Slytherin will probably turn out to be horrible people! I shall not befriend them.
  • Snape in his fourth or fifth year: Okay, Lily, so we've been drifting apart for years because you were sorted into the same house as my bullies, but now you want me to ask one of my friends, one who still regularly hangs out with me, to stop bully a Gryffindor? And you also want me to stop hanging out with him, as well as all my other friends in Slytherin? Of course I will! That's a completely reasonable request!
  • Snape in his fifth year: I'm sixteen years old, I'm terribly insecure, I was just sexually harassed, but of course I keep a cool head and thank Lily cordially for rescuing me in front of half the school. Thank you, Lily.
  • Snape at some point in his later Hogwarts years: Thank you, James, for saving my life! Oh, and of course I don't blame Sirius for this. I'm sure it was just a big mistake on his part, sending me down to a bloodthirsty werewolf. Yeah, of course giving him a detention is punishment enough, it was only a mistake, I understand that.
  • Snape throughout his school years: Four people bully me at every given opportunity for no real reason? Of course I won't get back at them when I can! Honestly, what do you take me for? No, no, no. I'll just take the bullying silently for seven years, as a good boy.
  • Snape after graduating: Hm, what should I do now? Join the handsome, charismatic Slytherin that all my friends are going to join, and whom I've heard good things about for the last seven years? And who also promises me power, influence and resources beyond my imagination? Or should I join Dumbledore, a Gryffindor who basically only recruits Gryffindors and the odd Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and who a couple of years back threatened me with expulsion if I told anyone that one of his Gryffindors had tried to kill me? And who also thinks that people like my father and Lily's sister should be treated with respect? Well, obviously I should join Dumbledore! That's really obvious.
  • Snape when overhearing the prophecy: Ok, so I have no idea what this really means, but if I tell Voldemort then maybe he'll give me a better position! Lol, jk, of course I won't do the logical thing and tell him.
  • Snape when hearing that the prophecy is about Lily's baby: My lord, please don't kill Lily! Also, don't kill her husband or child, because ... you know ... it would be awful of me to only ask for the survival of the one in that family I care about.
  • Snape when asking Dumbledore to protect Lily: I'm frightened and desperate, because the only person who I ever really cared about is on Voldemort's death list, but I will make sure to explicitly ask you to save the whole Potter family. It would, again, be awful of me to only ask for the survival of the one I care about, even though I'm so frightened right now I don't even know what I'm saying.
  • Snape when Lily dies: I am an introvert who has a very hard time emotionally bonding with people, but when I do, those bonds are stronger than anything else. The only person I've ever emotionally bonded with is Lily, but as she is now dead, I will completely let her go, because that is definitely something I am capable of. I will keep putting my life on the line for the side of the light, not because I want to honour Lily's momory and protect her son, but because it's simply the right thing to do.
  • Snape when starting to teach: Half my classroom is filled with the children of Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters, and the other half is filled with Gryffindors. I shall, of course, treat all of them fairly! That makes perfect sense!
  • Snape when Harry arrives: Hello, Harry. You look exactly like your father, who used to bully me resentlessly, except that your eyes are hauntingly similar to your mother's. She was the only person I ever cared about, and she died because I overheard a prophecy about you. Also, you're in the house that has handed me one awful thing in life after another. Oh, and you're the arch enemy of the man I'm supposedly loyal to. Come here, and give me a hug!
  • Snape to Neville: I'm teaching a subject in which a single mistake could be fatal, and you haven't managed to brew one potion correctly yet without Miss Granger's help. It's sheer luck that you haven't blown us all up by now. Of course, little Gryffindor, am I going to guide you gently to become better at Potions. I mean, it's obviously my teaching methods that decide whether you can follow the simplest instruction or not. It's not, oh I don't know, the fact that you lack anything and everything reminiscent of talent in this subject. Of course not.
  • Snape in Harry's third year: Lupin! The werewolf who used to ignore that I was bullied throughout school by his friends, who is risking every student in this school by working here, and who's clearly helping Sirius, the man who bullied me and once tried to kill me, before he actually went and killed 13 people. What, you think I'm going to bring you two in? No, of course not! I'll help you out, despite that I'm convinced one of you is a mass murderer, and the other one is willing to help said mass murderer.
  • Snape in the beginning of Harry's sixth year: Nope. I will not take the Unbreakable Vow. Yes, I know this means that one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters will lose all faith in me, and will tell her Master so, but nonetheless, I will not take the Unbreakable Vow.
  • Snape in the end of Harry's sixth year: Okay, Dumbledore, I know that I promised to kill you, I know I've taken an Unbreakable Vow to do so, and I know that if I don't kill you, I will die from breaking the Unbreakable Vow, and you will also die a painful death very, very soon. But of course I won't kill you, that would be awful. Instead I will take out as many Death Eaters as possible, before the Unbreakable Vow takes my life.
  • Snape while being Headmaster: I AM NOW HEADMASTER. NO HALFBLOOD OR MUGGLEBORN SHOULD COME TO HARM. THE CARROWS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PUNISH ANYBODY. THIS STATEMENT WILL HAVE ME KILLED, BUT I WILL STILL SAY THIS. I SHALL NOT ONLY PROTECT THE STUDENTS AT HOGWARTS AFTER THE BEST OF MY ABILITIES, BUT I WILL DO IT IN AN OPEN AND OBVIOUS WAY. OH, AND WHILE I'M MAKING ALL MY INTENTIONS CLEAR, I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO ADD THAT I'M ON THE SIDE OF THE LIGHT. THAT WAS ALL.
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Hey, I’d like to request a modern Murphy imagine where he and reader meet each other on their friend’s birthday party, they get drunk and things get fluffy ^^ I REALLY LIKE YOUR IMAGINES хо


You were extremely bored, sitting on the white couch in the back of the room with the only company of your glass(es) of champagne.

You didn’t really like the people who were attending this party: they were boring, and you regretted coming in the first place. Sasha’s parties were never the most… entertaining.

“You’re bumming me out” someone said, sitting next to you. You turned around to see the one and only John Murphy: he’d been Sasha’s boyfriend for such a short period of time that you hadn’t even had the time to meet him. According to your friend, he was the biggest asshole when it came to dating, but was a pretty decent friend.

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An interview with Professor A. Friendzone Theologian
  • Question: Does the friendzone exist
  • Professor A: Yes, the friendzone does exist but not in the way most people describe it
  • Question: Please explain
  • Professor A: Most people describe the friendzone as being the place women put thier male friends who want more than just friendship from them.
  • Question: Isn't that what the friendzone is? The place where guys who've done all they can for a woman and who have been nothing but nice are stuck waiting because the woman won't give them the sex they deserve.
  • Professor A: No, what you're describing is the Assholezone. This is the waiting room guys put themselves into when they think a woman owes them sex. It's the place where they pretend to be a friend while secretly hoping the woman will one day fuck them. This is based on the incorrect premise that a woman owes anyone who has been nice to them sex. A premise unfortunately repeated often in books and movies. The truth though is quite simple really. No one ever owes someone else sex because they were nice, supportive or helpful. Access to one's body is a gift given to another willingly, not a reward or prize to be earned or won
  • Question: So what is the friendzone?
  • Professor A: It's a place both men and women put themselves into by convincing themselves that given enough time someone's feelings for them will change. Unlike the Assholezone, the residents here are not looking for strictly sex or a FWB situation. They are usually hoping the love they feel will be someday be returned. Some hold on to this hope forever encouraged by the fact that sometimes people's feelings do change
  • Question: So it's okay to put yourself in the friendzone then, since what you want could happen?
  • Professor A: No, the friendzone is a place for those not being honest with themselves or the object of their affection. If you want more than just friendship from someone but are still willing to be just friends you must be entirely truthful with them and yourself. Don't pretend to be someone you are not. Let them know of your feelings, and let them decide if they can still be comfortable being your friend. If they cannot, say goodbye and move on If they can, then be what you claim to be. A friend. If someday they change their mind about how they feel about you, that's great but don't hold on to this hope nor let it guide your actions. Staying focused on one person you think you could have a future with despite what they may currently claim makes you blind to the ones who pass through your life with whom you actually can.
  • Question: So, it's okay to develop feelings for a friend as long as you're honest with them and yourself?
  • Professor A: Of course it is. Feelings are something we seldom can control so don't fight them. Our hearts will love who they love but you must remember and accept. So will theirs.
  • Question: What should I do if I think one of my friends has friendzoned themselves towards me, or has come right out and told me they want more when I don't
  • Professor A: Be honest with them and yourself. Let them know how you feel towards them and whether or not you feel comfortable still being their friend. It's not about hurting feelings, it's about doing what best for you just like in the reverse situation it's about them doing what's best for them. The one thing you should never do is use someone's feelings for you to use and control them or allow someone to do the same to you
  • Question: Anything else I should know.
  • Professor A: Yes. Having a friend is a great thing to have. Never abuse or use them. Do the things you do for them out of friendship never thinking any friend owes you anymore than the same friendship, trust and loyalty you give to them. Thanks for stopping by and have a great day.
  • Question: Thank you Professor A: One last question though, do you validate parking?
  • Professor A: Yes, see Mable on you way out
Beneath My Palms

@interplanetjan3t asked for #19 with Garnet and Amethyst, and an anon asked for #24 with Garnet and Pearl, which I ended up combining. Hope you don’t mind.

Post-Keeping It Together h/c, because I’ve been needing that since the damn episode aired. Amethyst tends to comfort simply by existing. Pearl is fussy and overprotective. Garnet appreciates them both. Polygems if you squint. 2500 words because what is restraint? We just don’t know.

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Steven is fast asleep, safely tucked in.

Garnet wasn’t the one to do it, and she can’t help but feel a bit bad about that, even as she knows the conversation about what they discovered in the Kindergarten has to happen and she’s only delaying the inevitable. But if there’s one thing she is certain of tonight, it’s that she is in no state to have it; not yet, not the way Steven deserves it, and not the way… they deserve it, either.

She’s been feeling pulled at and torn at from all sides for hours now, and the split she feels most strongly is when trying to decide whether she wants to put it all out of her mind as much as possible, or remember the ones they’d lost, and those she’s now found, honouring them with thoughts at the very least. It’s hard to dwell on.

She’s also being avoidant in completely new ways. Garnet knows her teammates are all worried about her - she appreciates it, even as she wishes they weren’t and wishes they had no reason to be. But the way they were looking at each other as Steven went off to change his clothes and brush his teeth was unmistakable, almost conspiring, with Pearl bending down to quietly talk to Amethyst in what Garnet assumes was supposed to be a discreet move.

Garnet rests her forearms on the railing and stands facing the sea in the best approximation of ‘casual’ she can manage, and deliberately doesn’t check to see which one of them will come out to talk to her first.

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Fall Out Boy- Folié à deux sentence starters
  • "I'm coming apart at the seams"
  • "There's a hole where something was"
  • "Don't worry. You'll never remember your head is far too blurry"
  • "Hey doctor I'm certifiable"
  • "What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet"
  • "Boycott love."
  • "Detox just to retox"
  • "I don't care."
  • "As long as it's about me"
  • "Say my name and his in the same breath, dare you to say they taste the same"
  • "Pull a breath like another cigarette."
  • "Pawn shop heart tradin' up."
  • "The best of us can find happiness in misery"
  • "Hell or glory, I don't want anything in between"
  • "They always bring up how you've changed"
  • "We didn't come to compete"
  • "Never the same person when I go to sleep as when I wake up."
  • "You could have knocked me out with a feather"
  • "I know you've heard this all before."
  • "But we're just hells neighbors "
  • "I must confess I'm in love with my own sins"
  • "You can pretend you don't know you're a legend"
  • "Head like a steel trap"
  • "I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness"
  • "Does your husband know the way the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?"
  • "Does he know the way, of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night"
  • "I will never end up like him"
  • "Behind my back I already am"
  • "Tempest in a teacup"
  • "Peroxide princess, shine like shark teeth"
  • "Sometimes I wanna quit this all"
  • "Besides, the dollar is down"
  • "I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid someone else will hear me"
  • "My mouth got going "
  • "And I asked him it back would bring our luck back"
  • "You can only blame your problems on my world for so long before it all becomes the same old song"
  • "I can't explain a thing"
  • "I want everything"
  • "Oh baby, when they made me, they broke the mold."
  • "I will never believe in anything again"
  • "Kick drum beating in my chest again"
  • "I love the mayhem more than the low"
  • "Change will come"
  • "I got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match."
  • "You'll never catch us"
  • "Let me be"
  • "This flag says I still want you back"
  • "They say the captain goes down with the ship"
  • "If home is where the heart is, we're all just fucked"
  • "I want it so bad Id shoot the sunshine into my veins"
  • "I can't remember the good old days"
  • "It's kinda funny the way we're wearing anchors on our shirts"
  • "My mind is a safe"
  • "My body is an orphanage"
  • "Milligrams in my head burning tobacco in my wind."
  • "Chasing the directions you went"
  • "You're a bottled star"
  • "You shine in the sky"
  • "Are all the good times getting gone?"
  • "I've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes."
  • "Being anchored just feels like a curse"
  • "I'm not a crybaby"
  • "I'm the crybaby"
  • "Romancandle heart keeps us far apart"
  • "Hate me baby maybe"
  • "I'm a piece of art"
  • "My friends all lie and say they only want the best wishes for me"
  • "Oh baby you're a classic"
  • "But you'll be fading soon"
  • "I can make your heart slow"
  • "Wish hard enough I can turn it to what I like"
  • "I'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old ones head"
  • "While all the others were just stirring awake I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again"
  • "My heads in heaven"
  • "My soles are in hell"
  • "Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well"
  • "Hurry, hurry !"
  • "What makes you so special?"
  • "I'm gonna leave you"
  • "I'm gonna teach you how we're all alone"
  • "I'm alone, all alone"
  • "If we don't medication, won't sleep for days."
  • "I'm a sunshine machine"
  • "Have you ever wanted to dissapear?"
  • "Please take me back."
  • "I'm astray dog sick"
  • "Please let me in"
  • "Don't let the doctor in I wanna blow off steam"
  • "It feels like fourteen karats but no clarity when I look at the man who would be king"
  • "We won"
  • "Wishes bounce me weightless"
  • "Infrared scope on pointlessness"
  • "Oh hell yes"
  • "I'm a nervous wreck"
  • "I'm the last of my kind"
  • "Knock once for the father"
  • "The drugs just make me reset"

anonymous asked:

I feel like you're the only one cool and collected while many of us are struggling. Can you help me how you cope with it? You never have doubts and you're a mom yourself. What's your perspective on the things that are happening with Harry and Louis? I know you won't give me dates but what do you think when it will end?

Hi there! This is a very nice message and I am trying to explain to you my perspective on the events and my view on what have happened. I don’t know the answers, I don’t know dates either but I am a huge fan of looking at the big picture and not to get lost in the small details. That is how I deal with bullshit. I think the key is that we understand that we have no solid knowledge on the syco contract end date. New team seems to be having a decent amount of control but syco/simon’s trademark is still present on some actions.

The first time I had to sit down with myself and sorta put my thoughts together was during the Douis Chicago days. It was unclear yet what the purpose of taking 400 pictures with fans was. My only logical explanation was to stop any emotional attachment to Briana. Also Louis bless him put minimal effort into this whole Douis thing. Later on it seemed obvious that syco is still on so it all started to make sense.

The next time I had to sit down and look at things was during Yachtgate. It was obvious that the Azoffs orchestrated it but the why was unclear. Was this part of the *winter girlfriend clause* (don’t take this literally)? Or what was it? Obviously there was an agenda. I knew that the contract signing was a joke and he would never go solo and even he did he would never do it like that, not this publicly. Him going solo only purposes Simon’s wishes and Simon’s agenda, but never Harry’s, so this entire thing stunk for me. He also covered this Things I Can and I am not saying I needed reassurance but that action itself helped me get over any negative feelings or confusion. I knew this was done for a purpose. I knew the kiss was the play of the angles. I knew that paps were surrounding that yacht and I knew that if Azoffs have their hand in it and Harry is cooperating it is either happening because of contractual obligations or to throw a curve ball to OT. Yachtgate also served a perfect purpose to forget about a supposed Douis kiss on nye which never happened because we would have seen it and Louis was very mia during yachtgate. Him disappearing during the most crucial times (by that I mean that times when he is papped regularly but still goes mia) means that he is with Harry. Then they were both mia until the ski trip. And here I would like to talk about that a bit: the fact that HL have been mia together so many times and that Harry flew to LA on Jan 20th to stay there a month, during the most exhausting days of the babygate stunt and the fact that his stay there is publicized helps me deal with it so much easier. They are no longer sneaking out of airports, they both go mia and reappear at the same time. Only in 2016 this happened at least five times. This is such a silver lining if I look at things and I am so happy that after participating in bs for 1-2 hours per day they can come home to be together and forget it all.
Ok now back to the timeline.

The big question is: what is new team and what is syco’s doing. And looking back I believe that new team plus HL wanted to end babygate early, so much more earlier, just after a few weeks but Simon thought differently. His involvement in the stunt stopped being a question after HE was the first one to speak up and crush our hopes of a relatively early denial. So I think NT and HL maybe had been offered to end it but it was not on their terms. NT wanted to make it clear that Louis never touched this woman, that Louis never cheated on Harry, and ultimately they wanted to make it clear that Harry and Louis’ love story is real and pure. They had a few options only and I believe around the time of the London shows they had to see that Simon is relentless and lost all business sense and was stubbornly clinging to this false idea that he could come out of this as the winner. Remember he flew B (a supposedly pregnant woman) to stand in front of their eyes, RBB was more rebellious than ever and OT4 started to act out: Liam mocked the hiatus and being overworked (Harry saying nice save) during the Beats interview then on the Apple Music Festival Harry mocked the record label executives that they are bored then Niall’s NOT ANYMORE SIMON, then using Simon’s printout face during Little White Lies and Harry putting a plush toy under his shirt during LITTLE WHITE LIES symbolizing that he is pregnant.. these actions came out of the blue and if anyone had a sliver of doubt that this is war then they probably got convinced around this time that this is indeed war. Next we had the cancelled Belfast show and the RBB twitter creation. This WAS WAR.

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Eliza’s Playing it That Way

You know what cracks me up? No matter what J Roth’s intentions for Bellarke are, Eliza and Bob don’t give a fuck because they know their characters. You can see it in Eliza’s eyes that she’s playing Clarke to have the most vulnerable, and caring side of herself reserved only for Bellamy. She loves Bellamy. I don’t know if she’s admitted it to herself yet that she’s in love with him but even if she’s not, she has soulmate-romantic feelings for him. 

Meanwhile, Eliza plays Clarke in Polis as depressed, lifeless, and she looks at Lexa either as a crush or as a piece of meat. She cares for Lexa but not nearly at the level of how she cares for Bellamy; I’m not saying this to break anyone’s hearts but if you observe the body language, you’ll see that’s how Eliza is playing it. 

When you see Clarke with Bellamy in episode 5, it’s like all of her vulnerabilities and feelings are awoken again; she looks like old Clarke—the Clarke who feels deeply for her people and the Clarke that only Bellamy could truly bring out of her—even with months of self-numbing tactics that she’s cultivated to cope. 

I’m not saying that Clarke doesn’t ever have vulnerabilities with Lexa but she clearly sees Lexa as the easy way out—a way to avoid her people and to stop feeling and that just isn’t true love. I think Clarke wanted to convince herself that it was best for her people to stay in Polis but we all know that’s bullshit and deep down, she does too. 

True love is painful. True love attacks you with emotions and when you look into Clarke’s eyes when she’s in Polis, they’re dead. I’m not blaming Lexa on making her feel dead inside (it’s from Mt. Weather), but I am saying that only Bellamy can reach her, can heal her, and can make her see that she was wrong for leaving. Only someone who owns your heart can reach and heal you like that. 

Eliza played it that when Lexa’s at death’s door, she looks concerned but in comparison, she’s not utterly wrecked like she was with Bellamy’s near-death experience. And I know that a lot of people will react with, “What about that scene where Clarke is trying to kill Lexa?” I advise you to pay attention to that scene again because I saw that same look in Clarke’s eyes when she had to kill President Wallace. 

Clarke was crying in that scene because she didn’t want to believe that she could be that savage, that bloodthirsty over a human being. Clarke NEVER thought she could become that way. That’s how Eliza is playing it. 

I DON’T care what J Roth says about romantic feelings (beyond lust and a crush) and all the other bullshit he uses to pander and soften the blow of Lexa’s death; Eliza is playing her that way and no one who honestly looks at it can deny that. 

totalworry  asked:

Hey! I love your blog, and your recent posts about sex work as a career + "lifers" (lol!) had me wondering something (that I often wonder about myself as well) that I hope my asking doesn't offend you--do you feel like there's a cap on the sustainability of sex work as a career? Maybe this is less of an issue in the fetish niche but like my civilian friends are always saying like "you won't be cute forever"--do you think aging out is a thing?

Thank you for the <3s, depressionstockphotos, both general and specific! 

First of all, let’s get one thing straight: your civilian friends (and not you) are rude-as-fuck assholes. If you were a golf pro, or a truck driver, or any other job done primarily (in the public perception at least) by the young and healthy, what would your reaction be to “you won’t be so young forever!” actually be? You’d find it pretty gauche, at a minimum — at best on par with reminding your aspiring actor friends that “hey, did you know that most actors never make a living as actors” but in reality, a much crappier reminder that people who have done sex work even once are forever disadvantaged when looking for other work (and of course, they’re reminding people who do sex work of this, who are more than likely to already be down a few pegs in the “heteropatriarchal job hunt” for other reasons), in a seriously shitty economy. A translation might read “Hey, did you know that the stigmatized job that you likely do in part because you don’t have a huge variety of other options will one day (soon) NOT be an option for you?” (in their obviously expert opinion, of course.) Like, unless they’re following that statement immediately with “and when you are less (by mainstream beauty standards) cute than you are now, please come work this cushy, well-paid position with my Fortune 500 company” they’re just being dicks for no constructive reason. 

And FURTHERMORE: even extremely physically undemanding jobs become more difficult if not outright impossible as we age, and the fact of the matter is that pretty much everyone’s retirement plan in the US is pretty fucked. If your friends think they’re excused because they have a nice, respectable civilian job, they’re not just dicks, they are dangerously misinformed dicks.

(They may have other charming qualities, as I’m sure you are a lovely person with good taste who would not associate with cruel prats, but in this matter: they are snot-wipes.) 

But as to your actual question: 

The short answer is: no, I don’t. We all know there are sex workers making a living at every age, and frankly, as we as a global society shift ever further into a service based economy, I think that’s only going to become more true. (In that more people will turn to service work generally, and therefore to sex work specifically, and that more money will be spent on service labor generally, and intimate care labor specifically, especially as we continue to fight the whorephobia and misogyny that keep emotional and sexual labor undervalued.)

Now, can you do exactly the job you’re doing now, in exactly the same way, in every single decade of your working life? No, probably not. But again, that’s true of most jobs. If you want to make sex work a sustainable income source long term, you have to plan for the fact that you’ll grow and change, and that will mean your business has to change, but not at all necessarily for “the worse.” First of all, the longer you’re at sex work, the better you’re going to get, the more you’ll know what makes clients tick, how to manage the difficult ones and keep the good ones coming back — I don’t know the details of your work experience, but whatever they are, I’m sure you’ve seen the equivalent of the “brand new” young, hot worker who is actually terrible at her job: for a while, simply being young and hot will carry her, but sooner or later (and NOT as long as it would take for her to become “unyoung” and “unhot”), she will either wise up and become better at her job, or stop making money and have to do something else.

The myth that all men want the closest-to-the-actual-moment-of-birth-without-landing-them-in-jail sex partner, whether private or professional, is not just poisonous and dangerous, it’s also just plain untrue. As you get older, markets that aren’t open to you now will open up: for example, another worker friend of mine in her early sixties is one of only two people (the other also being distinctly middle aged) I know of who doesn’t hate her clients under thirty. On the contrary, with her, they’re polite, respectful, earnest and grateful, because they’ve deliberately sought out someone older.  Clients, and plenty of them, exist who will book you because of your age, rather than despite it. It’s just hard to see from the vantage point of your (early?) twenties, because it’s in the best interests of the patriarchy to convince all women, and especially sex workers, that they are disposable and replaceable. 

It’s certainly true that some niches appear to be friendlier to older workers than others (full service and fetish work spring to mind as being easier to manage than, say, dancing or camming. Though I’d like to see some large scale data, or at least some input from other workers, on that), and I do think that niche-hopping is pretty essential just for long term well being in the sex trades, even before we get to the long term well being of your bottom line.  But when I hear people talking about “aging out” what I usually wind up hearing is a lot more like people “burning out” on sex work — not being able to put their game face on and do the emotional labor magic, getting tired of constantly having their boundaries pushed at and ignored, getting sick of the stigma that plauges them even when they’re not working, to the point where working sex becomes an unsustainable way of making a living, because it’s just too draining. So, if you’re like me, and you don’t have an exit plan handy right this minute, the best thing you can do for yourself, rather than worry about the laugh lines you’ll one day have, is to focus on ways to do sex work that feel good to you, that don’t take away more than they give, that give you flexibility and safety and space to breathe when you need it. 

Fruk fanfic highschool AU

Part 1:

Arthur was walking alone in the hall to his first class of the day when suddenly he heard a voice from the left of him say, “Bonjour mon cher.”

“What do you want frog?”

“I was only saying hello no need to be rude.”

“Well it’s not like we’re exactly friends.”

Arthur and Francis have been frenemies since the start. They insult each other, get into both physical and verbal fights, and yet throughout it all some how half the school became convinced they had a thing for each other. Although they were completely oblivious of the fact, That is until today.

Arthur and Francis turned around as they heard giggles come from behind them. Two girls standing next to the water fountain were looking at them and whispering to each other as they giggled some more.

“What’s so funny?” Arthur asked as he and Francis walked toward them.

“Isn’t it obvious? They were talking about how gorgeous I look compared to you.” Francis said as he brushed his hand through his hair.

“Shut up before your narcissism makes me sick.” Arthur glared at Francis as the girls giggled some more.

“Honestly though what’s so funny?” He asked them again.

“Nothing just how cute you two are together,” one answered and the two of them started giggling again.

“I beg your pardon?” Arthur asked confused and a little worried of what they exactly meant by that.

“Well thank you mademoiselle,” Francis kissed the top of the girl’s hand who answered then gave it back to her. Arthur rolled his eyes. This was classic Francis.

The other girl seem to notice his reaction and started whispering to her friend again who the started smiling. Arthur could barely understand what she said but he was sure he heard the word ‘jealous’ slip from her mouth.

“I think you must have misunderstood my friend. What she meant was you both look cute together like a couple,” she clarified.

Arthur’s eyes widened. He was hoping that wasn’t what her friend meant.

“You’re joking right I would never be interested in this Brit,” Francis said oddly calm as if he believed that it was all a prank.

“It’s no joke,” the first girl said still smiling.

“And we’re not the only ones who think so too,” the second one added.

“Who else believes this rubbish?!” Arthur asked with a seriously worried look on his face.

“Everyone!” The two girls exclaimed as they ran off leaving the two boys in a painfully awkward silence before they went their separate ways.
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The rest of the day every person Arthur ran into he basically interrogated them into telling him everything about the ridiculous rumor. Where as Francis would go around kindly asking girls and some boys what they thought about on the topic. Arthur grew angrier and angrier about it after each person he asked while Francis found it funny and a great new way to pick on the Brit. Also he loved the way he made the girls so excitedly happy when ever he made a move on the guy though he didn’t quite understand why this made them so giddy.


Part: 2 

Ever since that day Arthur and the French ass found out about the rumor Arthur felt like he was never left alone. He always had someone coming up to him talking and asking about him and Francis; how long till they will finally get together, if they had kissed yet, or sometimes very inappropriate things that Arthur would rather not want to remember being asked. The worst was when it actually was Francis following him with his group of fans behind him because when Francis was around something always was going to happen.

“I’m just wondering though how much sexual tension can you build up? You two have so much I’m surprised one of you hasn’t broke and just kissed the other already!” Said Feliks, a Polish guy he knew from being in a few of the same classes. He had been following him along with his boyfriend Toris and 3 other girls since last class.

“Wait! Unless you have kissed and you didn’t tell anyo-”

“NO WE DID NOT KISS AND WE DO NOT HAVE SEXUAL TENSION!” Arthur yelled interrupting Feliks.

“Denial,” one of the girls sing songed and the two others nodded in agreement.

“What’s this I hear about kissing and sexual tension,” Francis appeared out of nowhere next to Arthur and scared scared him a little.

“GO AWAY THE LOT OF YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Arthur shouted as they all stopped.

“But you don’t want me to leave you alone right?” Francis said leaning toward him smirking as Arthur leaned away like a retracting magnet.

“Yes I do! And I don’t understand why you are encouraging this!” Arthur glared as he took a step back only to bump into the wall.

“Because it’s fun embarrassing you and it makes so many happy,” Francis explained. “Why wouldn’t I encourage this?!”

“You’re a prick,” Arthur mumbled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite get that. Did you say you’re a prick or suck my dick?” Francis asked knowing the real answer. Arthur’s face went red.

“YOU ARE A PRICK!” Arthur screamed in Francis’ face before storming off to his dorm room.
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The next day didn’t go any better. Arthur hadn’t even made it to his first class when he saw the French
man-whore, as some called him, leaning against the wall talking with a group of girls as usual. Arthur stopped and considered turning around but then realized this was the only way to his class.

‘Hmm maybe he won’t notice me if I just calmly walk by.’ Arthur thought.

He walked no more than 5 feet when…..

“Good morning mon amour.”

“Ballocks,” Arthur whispered under his breath as he stood froze. He felt an arm slide around his shoulder and shivered.

“Cold are we?” Francis teased obviously had felt his shiver.

“Only in the presents of you,” Arthur grumbled as he moved away.

“You can basically feel the sexual tension,” one girl whispered.

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THERE IS NO SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN ME AND THIS WANKER!” Arthur was beginning to loose it.

“Mon amour, then why are you blushing,” Francis smiled as he raised an eye brow.

Arthur turned his head to glare at him. ‘This French bastard is enjoying this way too much!’

“My face is red from anger you git!” Arthur just then had realized how close Francis’ face had gotten to his and moved a little farther away and closer to the wall.

“Really,” Francis walked forward to stand next to Arthur on his right then leaned in closer. “Is your face red from only anger now?” Their faces could not be more then 2 inches apart.

“….W-what?” Arthur was confused and totally lost. ‘What the bloody hell is this wanker doing?’ Francis moved in. He was so close their lips could have touched but then suddenly he backed away holding Arthur’s hand which now somehow had a rose in it. He brought it to his lips and kissed it then let go, turned around, and walked away with the girls who were now freaking out like they were having asthma attacks.

Arthur didn’t move for a few moments. He couldn’t. His face was red from shock. Or was it embarrassment? It didn’t feel like anger anymore that’s for sure. He let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“…….. GIT!” He shouted. ‘What the bloody hell was that all about? How did that gain him anything? What did it even prove?!’ “THAT BLOODY WANKER!” He looked down at the rose that was still in his hand. He threw it down, stomped on it and ran off to class which he was probably late for. Ever since then Arthur tried even more than before to avoid Francis. He accomplished not seeing him the whole rest of the day.


Part: 3

Arthur decided that he should wake up and hour early to get to class before anyone could ambush him but Francis caught him once again.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Francis asked with an actual sense of concern.

“Go away.” Arthur mumbled has he tried to pass him.

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen.” Francis started to walk beside the Brit.

“What are you even doing up this early?” Arthur questioned wondering why he was also seeing a few other students up walking around as well.

“I like to get up early to watch the sun rise. I enjoy the beautiful things in life. Now tell me why are you up so early?”

“I’m trying to be as far away from you as possible.”

“Why? afraid I’m going to do something that will cause you to blush again?”

“I wasn’t blushing!”

“What ever you say mon cher.” Francis said quietly into his ear with a soothing voice.

Arthur shivered as he moved away, “Please don’t ever do that again.”

Francis smirked at his reaction.

“When are you going to stop picking on me like this?” Arthur asked wondering if it would ever end.

“When it stops being funny.” Francis answered and smiled as he saw a girl sitting by the window watching them giggling.

“Or when it backfires,” Arthur mumbled quietly to himself and then he came up with and idea.

“Pardon?” Francis asked. Arthur quickly yanked his shirt and kissed him then pulled away. The kiss couldn’t have lasted more than a second. It felt awkward and uncomfortable, as expected, but it did the trick. Francis’ face became a little pink. He stood frozen in shock. He definitely hadn’t expected what just happened.

“What, the big flirt is speechless? I thought you wanted to give the fangirls what they want-” before Arthur could finish Francis wrapped his arm around his waist as the other hand held the back of his head and he kissed him slowly and softly then let him go. Arthur knew his face must have been red as one of Antonio’s tomatoes the kid always ate at lunch.

“Next time you try to fluster someone by kissing them at least try to make the kiss good,” Francis folded his arms. Arthur grew angry. The whole point of the kiss was to make Francis uncomfortable and never want to pick on him in this way again.

“What like this?!” Arthur shouted angrily and shoved him into the wall and smashed their lips together forcefully. Then pulled away again hoping this time the French git would be too uncomfortable with the situation and just leave him alone.

“No like this!” Francis seemed a little angry as well for some reason. He stepped forward grabbing his waist again as the other hand went across his back and he kissed him one last time. This kiss was gentle and sweet. Unlike the others this one actually felt passionate and had sparks. Arthur felt as if he should push away. He raised his hands slowly to Francis’ chest but instead of pushing him away he yanked his shirt and pulled him closer, not that they could really get that much closer. He began to kiss back which deepened the kiss. Francis began to move over to Arthur’s ear which then snapped them both out of the hypnotism they put them selves in and quickly pulled away from each other.

“I uh… um…. should probably… um….. s-start heading to class….” Arther said hesitantly.

“Oui… me too….” Francis agreed. They both walked away awkwardly in the opposite direction constantly looking back.
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“Hehe I can’t believe you actually did it!” Gilbert laughed from the seat behind Arthur.

“Shut up,” Arthur groaned with his head buried in his arms on the desk to hide how red his face was.

“No wait! Was it any good hehe? Did you actually enjoy it?!” Gilbert was one of the handful of people who saw the kiss occur. He hadn’t stopped teasing Arthur about it since they walked into class. The day hadn’t even started yet and he was already being mocked and teased for something.

“Please will you just drop it! I don’t wanna talk about it!” Arthur turned around to shout in Gilbert’s face.

“Whoa your face is red! Are thinking about how he pulled you in and-”

“Shut up you twit!” Arthur was about ready to strangle the kid.

“What are you dudes arguing about?” Alfred sat down in the seat next to Arthur.

“Artie frenched the Frenchie!” Gilbert shouted.

“Would you keep it down!” Arthur exclaimed in a low voice.

“Whoa you mean Francis? Dude!” Alfred began to laugh along with Gilbert.

Arthur face planted into desk, “why don’t you just bloody kill me?” He grumbled.

“So do you like him now or what?” Alfred asked.

Before Arthur could make any comment Gilbert began telling his opinion, “Well judging by the fact that he was the one to make the first move I’d say-”

“I only kissed him so he would feel uncomfortable and not want to pick on me like he does now!” Arthur interrupted trying to get rid of the memory that was suddenly coming back to him.

“Really? I assume that was the plan before you pinned him to the wall,” Gilbert stated.

“Wait you pinned him to a wall?” Alfred looked both shocked and amused.

“Only because before he kissed me!” Arthur tried to explain.

“Not helping your case there bro,” Gilbert told him.

“So let me get this straight. You kissed him, he kissed you, and then you kissed him again? Dude c’mon,” Alfred started laughing again.

“That’s not even all of it! Francis kissed him again and this is where things get really intense!”

“I pulled away!” Arthur tried to explain himself.

“Ha yeah after you pulled him in closer! I must say you looked quite content with the situation!”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Alfred couldn’t have yelled any louder.
They had been unaware that class had already started and the teacher was staring at them.

“Boys is there something you’d like to tell to the rest of the class?” She asked with a serious face.

“No!” Arthur quickly answered.

“Oh yeah,” Gilbert said with a devilish smile.

“Well what is it then?” Her face still strict.

Gilbert’s smile grew wider as he looked from side to side of the room then spoke, “oh nothing just something Arthur did this morning.”

Arthur let him self breathe again. He was sure that Gilbert was going to tell the whole class that he kissed Francis. He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around.

“You have to get me a date with her,” Gilbert pointed to the Hungarian girl sitting in the corner.
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It really didn’t make a difference that Gilbert didn’t tell the whole class because the other people who saw them went off telling the people in their classes and eventually the whole school knew. And same as always people kept coming up the Arthur and throwing personal questions at him.

“Really I have to know how good was the kiss? Are you going to kiss again? Have you seen him since? Do you feel better now that you have gotten rid of the sexual tension?” Feliks kept asking more and more questions even though it was obvious Arthur wasn’t going to answer any of them. Not out loud anyway mentally he was answering all them. Not on purpose though he was trying not to think about it but his mind kept answering.

'The kiss was amazing and it’s driving me insane!’

'I really want to kiss him again. it’s all I can think about and I hate myself for it!’

'I haven’t seen him because I’ve been avoiding him and I believe he’s doing the same’

'NO I DONT FEEL BETTER I FEEL WORSE BECAUSE NOW THERE ACTUALLY IS SEXUAL TENSION AND I CANT THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE BUT THAT BLOODY KISS’

Arthur stopped in the middle of the hall and finally decided to speak.
“There is nothing between me and that frog. The kiss made it clear. It felt awkward and uncomfortable.” He was morely describing the first kiss then the last.
“There was no sparks, or passion, or butterflies…” Arthur began to space out for a second or two as the memory of the last kiss caught up to him. “Nothing.”

“Then why did I hear someone tell me that you pulled him closer during the last kiss?” The Hungarian girl, who Gilbert liked, asked.

“Simply just a rumor. They probably mistook it from when I was trying to push him away,” Arthur lied.

“That’s not what I saw,” he heard someone say in the crowd.

“Well that’s what happened!” He shouted and stormed of into the cafeteria.

Arthur sat down at his usual table next to Gilbert with Alfred sitting on the other side.

“Well you’re late. Did you do a quickly with Francis in one of the school’s storage closets?” Gilbert teased.

“Fangirl ambush, now shut it and let me eat,” he shoved something into his mouth that barely looked edible.

“You think that tastes good?!” Alfred asked and took a bite into his hamburger.

“Wouldn’t you rather be tasting the lips of a certain French?” Gilbert nudged Arthur. He began choking from hearing what Gilbert said but insisted it was just because of his food.

“As understandable that is with your food being the most revolting thing I’ve ever seen being eaten I don’t believe that’s why you choked.” Gilbert said.

“I don’t want to kiss that stupid ass frog!” Arthur stabbed his fork into is lunch then angrily shoved it into his mouth.

“Really? So you aren’t ever thinking about him running his hand through your messy hair?” Arthur’s face went red as he bit down hard on his fork that was still in his mouth. He closed his eyes tight shut which didn’t do him much good cause all he could see was what Gilbert was describing in his head. “And holding you close to him,” Gilbert continued seeing how far he could go till the Brit would snap. “As he kisses you-”

“SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP ALREADY!” Arthur shouted his face couldn’t get any redder.

“I see that your face is red and I want to know what it’s about!” The Hungarian girl from earlier sat down between him and Gilbert.

“Oh nothing we’re just talking about Arthur’s big crush on Francis,” Gilbert said to make sure she wouldn’t leave.

“Ha! I knew it! You do like him!” Her face lit up with joy.

“No I don’t! Who are you anyway?” Arthur clenched his hands into fists and tried his best not to punch Gilbert.

“I’m Eliza. Now that we know each other tell me the truth do you like Francis?” She asked.

“No!” Arthur quickly answered.

“C’mon Arthur don’t lie to pretty girls,” Gilbert smirked. Arthur glared at him. He’d had it with his teasing.

“He has a crush on you! Really! He does! He’s told me! He’s in love with you!” Arthur shouted trying to change the subject.

“Bro seriously just because I ask you to get me a date with her doesn’t mean I’m in love with her,” Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

“Anyway back to our discussion,” she turned to face Gilbert. “Has he admitted to anyone that he likes him?”

Arthur couldn’t take anymore of this. He got up from the table and sat down at another with only three people who didn’t seem interested in the whole Arthur and Francis ordeal.
He began eating his ‘food’.

“Bonjour eye brows” Arthur heard a familiar voice say behind him. Arthur’s heart jumped. He immediately turned around to look at the guys face.

“Might I ask how is it you eat something that looks so revolting?” Francis asked as he sat down next to him.

'Why is he acting so normal like the kiss never happened? Like the past few days never happened! Just regular insults like before.’ Then Arthur realized these were the effects that he was expecting from his plan before to get the guy to stop picking on him in such ways.
‘I got what I wanted now why do I feel so bad’

“Are you guys going to kiss again?!” Someone asked from behind them.

“No!” They both shouted in unison.

“Aw you guys even talk at the same time,” another girl said.

“I’m not going to kiss this bloody wanker! One time is enough!” Arthur stood up while pointing a Francis.

“It was more like four times really,” Feliks point out sitting at another table close by.

“He wasn’t even good!” Francis stood up as well and argued.

“Neither were you!”

“Okay we both know that’s not true.”

“Well if I’m so bad why did you grab me back to kiss again! Twice!”

“So did you and at least when I kissed you it didn’t feel awkward!”

“It felt awkward to me!”

“You were the one who pulled me closer!”

“You were the one to hold me so close!”

“You were the one to pin me against the wall!”

“you had your hands all over my waist!”

“You didn’t seem to mind!”

“I minded when you tried to nibble my ear!”

“Well believe me it’s not going to happen again!”

Arthur grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into the wall. He held up his fist about to punch him in the face.

“Well this is familiar territory.” Francis said referring to when Arthur shoved him into a wall and kissed him. Arthur gave him a death glare but instead of punching him in the face he punched the spot of the wall next to Francis’ head and stormed off.
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Arthur was sitting on his dorm room bed gripping the sheets with his eyes closed tight shut. His mind could not agree on anything.

'I hate him so much! Why is it I love him?’

'I wanted to kiss him so bad in the cafeteria. I should have punched him!’

'I never wanna see his face again! When is the next time I’ll see him?’

He opened his eyes and saw Francis standing in the doorway looking at him.

“The bloody hell do you want now?”
Arthur said then suddenly regretting it fearing the guy would just leave. Francis didn’t say anything. He walked in and sat next to him staring down at the ground. Arthur looked him and stared at his lips. He would try to focus on his eyes but somehow he kept ending up looking at his lips.

In his mind he was screaming, ‘KISS ME! KISS ME! JUST BLOODY KISS ME ALREADY! YOU TWIT, KISS ME!’

But when he spoke he said, “Look I don’t know what it is you want but-“

“You’re not bad,” Francis interrupted still looking at the ground.

“Pardon?” Arthur asked pretending like he didn’t hear him.

“Earlier when I said you weren’t even good. I was lying…. cause… You were,” Francis explained.

“Oh….” Was all Arthur could manage to say even though there was a lot more he wanted to say.

“I lied too…,” Arthur decided to add.

“I know,” Francis lifted his head smiling.

“Well if your going to be a prick about it…” Arthur folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Non non I’m sorry. I just meant that…. Well, I could tell you enjoyed it… When you pulled me closer…” Francis turned his head to look him in the eyes. Blue locked on green.

“Well…. I lied also… When I said… it felt awkward when you kissed me. It actually felt…. really… great.” Arthur admitted.

“Well to be honest when you first kissed me it did feel awkward.” Francis started

“Hey!”

“But…. That doesn’t mean I didn’t necessarily…. Enjoy it a little… And the second time you kissed me… It wasn’t actually awkward” Francis was looking down at the ground again.

“I was pinning you to a wall how did that not feel awkward?” Arthur asked.

“I don’t know…. I just liked it…” Francis answered and looked up at him again.

“There’s one more thing I lied about,” his blue eyes shined.

“Which is?” Arthur looked confused. There didn’t seem like anything else he could have lied about.

“When I said no to if we were going to kiss again,” Francis held his neck with one hand and lent in to kiss him. He started it softly. Arthur moved in to straddle his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Francis then wrapped his other hand around Arthur’s waist and pulled him in to be as close as he could. One of Arthur’s hands began grabbing at Francis’ hair then let go and moved down to his hips and started pulling at his shirt. Francis moved his lips over to Arthur’s ear, This time neither one of them pulled away, he began lightly nibbling and kissing it. Arthur’s eye shined open with lust as he involuntarily made a pleasured noise then bit he lip to keep anymore noises from coming out. Francis moved down to his neck and and started sucking as he lowered his hand down to hold Arthur’s back.
He then moved to face the mantle of the bed with Arthur still in his lap. Francis lowered him to rest Arthur’s head on to the pillow and continued kissing his neck.

They had forgotten that the door was still open and heard a voice come from the doorway.
“Well this room look quite occupied,” Gilbert, who also happened to be Arthur’s roommate, said with his hand around a very happy Eliza’s shoulder as he smirked devilishly. Francis moved off to the side of Arthur.

“Oh my god you two are together now?! What happened?! Are you going to tell everyone?! Do you want me to tell everyone for you?!” Eliza kept asking more and more questions till Gilbert swept her off her feet and held her.

“C’mon we should probably leave them alone and go to your room,” Gilbert said as he turned around to walk out of the room with Eliza still in his hands. “JUST STAY OFF OF MY BED!” He shouted before closing the door behind him.

Francis and Arthur looked at each others red faces for a few seconds then Arthur pulled Francis back over top of him to pick up where they left off.

The freaking end

In the Water

Hi!  rueli suggested a souharu aquarium au and I went a little overboard. 

In which Sousuke is a custodial worker and Haru is obsessed with fish. 

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About 8k.  Thanks to sittingbesidetheriver and pride-of-storm for helping me with typos and stuff!

After graduating high school, Sousuke Yamazaki dropped everything and left the country on poorly planned journey to find himself, much to his parents’ chagrin.  Armed with the money he’d managed to save working part-time jobs all through high school, he made his way from Australia to Europe, working odd jobs when he could and taking in the various cultures, while struggling to learn the languages.  

But that could only last for so long, and at some point, Sousuke had to come home.  

He doesn’t regret the decision he made to leave Japan after high school. College has never appealed to him.  The people he’d met, the places he’d seen, and the things he’d learned; all were invaluable experiences.  But that doesn’t change the fact that now he’s a broke twenty-one year old without any actual goals for his future.

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HARRY IMAGINE "You and Harry go to a beach party"

**loosely based off of the song “Falling for you” by the 1975**

‘Are you coming tonight?’ You smiled as you read the message from Harry.

You quickly typed out an 'I’m not sure,’ sending it and waiting for his reply.

'You have to!’ He messaged back within the minute. 'It won’t be the same without you.’

'I told you, I can’t, plus I have stuff to do.’ You replied, which was a blatant lie. You had nothing on, in fact you would kill to be able to go and have a good time but you couldn’t.

'Fine, your loss.’ was his response. You sighed and put your phone down on your bed. You hadn’t hung out with him in a while and you knew that he thought he’d done something wrong.

You stared up at your ceiling, listening to the sound of your clock ticking on the wall. It was almost 10pm which meant that the party would be starting soon.

Every few months, your friends would organise a full-moon party at which they would all go down to the beach, get drunk and have fun. You’d been to one once before but once your parents had found out, they’d flipped. This time, when they’d said 'no’, you didn’t bother arguing.

You tried to convince yourself that this was out of respect for your parents wishes, but it wasn’t. You knew deep down that it was because of Harry. You wanted to see Harry so badly but you didn’t want to see him how you’d seen him lately. You didn’t want to see the Harry that you’d seen, pressed up against your friend Chelsea. You didn’t want to see the Harry that you’d walked in on, his lips on hers. You didn’t want to see HER Harry.

You shook your head at how pathetic you sounded. It was just a stupid crush.

You stood up, grabbing out your laptop and settling down again to watch a movie. About half an hour into the movie, you heard something tapping on your balcony.

“What the hell?” You said under your breath, pausing your movie to go check what it was. You turned around to see Harry standing there, bottle of Vodka in hand. He had a huge cheesy grin on his face.

You went over to the door quickly sliding it open and pulling him inside before your parents caught a glimpse of him.

He chuckled at the startled look on your face, taking a seat on your bed.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get me into trouble.” You said in a stern voice.

“Oh come on, I know you’re bored. I came to pick you up.” His smile grew even more and you were surprised that that was possible.

“Why didn’t you just message me or something?” You were sort of whisper-yelling at him so that your parents didn’t hear.

“Because I knew that if I did that, you’d tell me not to come.”

You furrowed your brow.

“You’re coming tonight.”

“I can’t, my parents will kill me.”

“Since when have you ever cared about that? Plus, they won’t know.”

You shook your head. “Come on, I just climbed up the side of your house, the least you can do is come with me.” He said.

You giggled a little.

“Plus everyone’s there… Louis, Niall and Chels are all waiting for us. They really want you to come.”

'Chels’, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes, and just like that all of your motivation to go vanished. Your smile dropped and he could sense something was wrong.

“Please,” he said. He gave you his best puppy dog eyes. You avoided them, looking straight to the floor. He stood up making his way over to you and grabbing your shoulders before hugging you.

“Please,” he repeated, “I really want you to.”

You sighed, uttering a quick “Okay,” before taking the vodka out of his hands and taking a shot from the bottle.

You both snuck out, making your way down to the beach which you were glad was walking distance from your house. You could hear the music and see dozens of teens running around in their swimsuits.

Everyone was already drunk from what you could tell and as soon as you got there Chelsea swooped in saying a quick 'Hi’ before taking Harry’s wrist and leading him down to the water. As they went to swim, Louis came to sit next to you.

“Hey, Love.” He said, giving you a hug. “I’m glad you came. We were hoping you’d come.”

You nodded, giving a small smile.

“You alright? You don’t seem happy.” He wrapped an arm around you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” That was a lie. You’d been watching Chelsea kiss Harry for the last five minutes. You were jealous and you weren’t too proud to admit it to yourself, but nobody else needed to know. 

“Here,” Louis said, handing you a cup of what smelled like Bourbon and coke. You sculled it, finishing it in one go.

“Woah.” Louis chuckled. “Someone’s on it tonight,” You gave him a smile and nudged his shoulder. He playfully nudged you back before tickling you as you burst out in laughter. Just then, you saw Harry make his way over, clearly a bit tipsy.

“You two alright?” He asked and you nodded.

“Hey, do you mind if I steal Y/N for a bit? I gotta show her something.”

Louis smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” He hugged you before leaving.

“Come on, then” Harry said, offering you his hand and helping you up. He picked up his bottle of vodka from where he had left it and began walking, leading you to a spot a few hundred metres away. Everyone else was out of sight from here.

He sat at the edge of the water. It was darker here, the only illumination was the full moon which hung low in the sky. He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit. You sat down next to him, your feet in the water.

“Y/N?” he said, timidly.

“Yeah?”

“What have I done?”

“Nothing,” you said, giving a small fake smile.

“I’m serious.” He frowned. “Why do you keep avoiding me? I’ve been trying to hang out with you and you just keep blowing me off.”

“It’s nothing,” You said, trying to refrain from saying something stupid. It wasn’t his fault. It was yours. You had no right to have him any more than she did. You still couldn’t help but feel hurt though.

“I-” He began but you quickly jumped into the ocean, going under the water so he couldn’t finish. You were too afraid to hear what he had to say.

The water was cold and came up to around your chest area. Before long he dived in with you.

“Stop it,” He started, making his way over to you. “Stop ignoring me.”

You looked down into the water. It was pretty much pitch black, but you had to avoid his gaze. If you didn’t, you were sure you’d end up kissing him.

He moved closer to you until you were touching. “Please look at me.”

You eyes slowly moved upwards until they met his. The moonlight bounced off his features and he looked beautiful. You felt your heart sink. You’d never wanted him as bad as you wanted him right now, here, on this night.

“Do you want me to go?” He said, the look on his face was heartbreaking. “It’s so hard to keep up with you, you know. I don’t even know if you give a shit about me any more.”

“Of course … I- you’re,” You started before pausing. “You’re my best friend.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to be your best friend.”

'This was it’ you thought to yourself. He was going to tell you that he couldn’t handle you being so difficult any more. That your friendship wasn’t worth the effort.

“Then what do you want?” You said, feeling defeated.

To your surprise, he leaned in, running his hands up your back before kissing you on the neck. He worked his way slowly up your neck until he finally met your lips. He picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing you, slowly, gently.

“What are you doing?” You said, pulling away. “What about Chelsea?”

“This is what I want.” He said pressing your foreheads together. “She’s amazing, but she’s not you. Me and her … we’re not right together. So I’m making it right.”

He leaned in kissing you again and this time you kissed him back.  

Preference #6: He's Being Protective
  • Harry: Everyone knew you hated crowds, but it was inevitable because of Harry. With his hand laced in yours, he stopped the car. "I'm right here, it's okay, okay?" You nodded gently as he kissed the back of your hand that he knew so well. Thoughts raced passed you as you were swarmed. In seconds the car was surrounded by cameras. Your heart rate quickened and you could feel your breathing begin to speed up as well. "I'm gonna run around the car and get you." Harry spoke with so much understanding in his voice. He was secretly terrified that you would get pushed down one of these days. The paparazzi have pushed the other boys down before, what would stop them? When your door opened, all you could think about was the small space to move and the people crowding you and the overwhelming amount of noise and lights. "I've got you, just stay close." Harry shouted, staring into your eyes. He held your petite hand and pulled you along the sidewalk in attempts just to enter the building. You began to feel faint as the stench of strange men and fear filled your veins. Your step faltered a bit and Harry hadn't noticed. "H-Harry," you squeaked out. "Harry." He heard this time, turning to face you. He noticed your hazy display and carefully pulled you closer. "Are you okay?" He asked into your ear. After you shook your head, he gently picked you up, telling you to place your head in the crook of his neck. You did so while trying to catch your breath. Once inside, he placed you back on the ground. He still held you to his chest, mumbling "Hey, sh, I'm right here. It's okay, It's okay."
  • Niall: "Niall, you're drunk. Give me the keys." He crossed his arms all giggly and his face registered cheekiness. "Y/N, you're beautiful. Give me a kiss and I'll give you the keys." He puckered his lips and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You indulged him anyway, gently kissing his lips. He had other plans, pulling you in by the back of my neck. "I'm going to pull the car around so we can get you home. Stay with Liam." He nodded slowly and you left him standing by Liam at the bar. You pulled the car to the front and parked, making sure it was easily accessible. As you began to walk in to grab Niall, a guy blocked your way. He wasn't super drunk, but you could definitely smell whiskey on his breath. "Excuse me." You tried to move around him, hoping for it to be that easy. It wasn't. The man put his around your hip and pulled you closer to him. "Don't touch me!" You brushed his hand away and tried to walk past him. He grabbed your arms and spun you to him. "I like a challenge." You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed with all your might, failing to get him away from you. An arm flung at the man's jaw and all you saw was Niall's enraged face. Even in the bad lighting you could see the red hue that had replaced his usually fair tone. Niall kept at his assault until Liam helped pull him off the man. "Niall baby, Niall look at me." Niall was huffing and his fists were still in angry balls, blood splattered on them. The man staggered away while Niall watched him. You finally got his attention by gently pressing your hand to his cheek, the only place the other man had gotten to swing at. Niall winced but let you examine his face. The music had lowered and the other people in the club had stopped for the most part. "Niall, why'd you-" "He was touching you and you didn't want to be touched and I didn't want you to be touched and are you okay?" He asked with all sincerity. You nodded and kissed him softly. You only then realized how frazzled you were. "Hey, let's get both of us home love. It'll be okay."
  • Zayn: "Zayn, it's my first time, and I want you to help me, pleeeeease" You whined, sitting down in his lap with your feet dangling over the couch. "Please," You whispered onto his skin as you placed a kiss behind his ear, sucking his ear lobe between your teeth soon after. He shivered and you knew you had him. "Fine, on one condition." He moved his hand further underneath your thigh, fingertips generously leaving fire under your jeans. "Hm?" You murmured, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. "I get to sketch it out before we go see any professional. I don't want them to fuck it up, especially since I'll have to see it everyday for the rest of my life." Your eyes lit up as his smile grew, kissing hard with hearts fluttering. You sat in bed all afternoon describing to him what you wanted, you laying back and him with his sketch pad and pencils. After two hours or so, he finally let you see. It was everything you had wanted and more, colors melding perfectly and lines so straight they looked like they had been measured and not free handed. "Wow, this is perfect Zayn." You marveled, eyes wandering from one part to the next. He sat behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and nose nuzzling into your hair. "Thanks sunshine. And I'd be honored if you would use it." He sighed lazily, taking in your shampoo. You couldn't help but smile to yourself and lay back on him a bit. "I love you, Zayn." You could feel him smile as he kissed the back of your neck. "I love you too, and I promise to be there when you get your first tattoo, no matter what."
  • Liam: "Okay, Liam, I need you to sit down and listen." You had been dating for a year now, and you've never been spotted together. There had been subtle hints, like when you'd leave his apartment building or vise versa, but no one had ever caught on. Liam had voiced his concern about showing you off due to fans and hate and paparazzi that he knew would hurt you. So at the one year mark of your relationship, you had decided that you didn't want to hide anymore. "Li, I really want to come out to the public." You sat facing him on the couch as he was slightly angled so he wouldn't have to crane his neck. You hadn't said 'I love you's yet either, which was starting to worry you. The truth that was still horribly unbeknownst to you: Liam loved you, but he was scared to. He was scared that he would lose you like he first lost Danielle and soon after lost Sophia. He didn't want the same happening to you. He didn't want to see you hurt because of him and he was scared to love again, because he had been convinced that he couldn't love someone and live the One Direction lifestyles at the same time. Whenever the public topic came up, he would always brush it off or beg you not to bring it up again. You had begun to feel like Liam didn't really care for you, but you just couldn't see the whole picture. So sitting here now, he could feel rage boil in his system, not because of you, but because of of his own doubts. He was mad that he wasn't normal enough for you. "Babe, I-I don't know." He would soon muster up the courage to say, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and his gaze staying downward. You gently placed your hand on his two larger ones and stared at him lovingly. "I'm ready for the hate and the fights and the angry fans, because I can handle it with you by my side. I want to be able to show off our incredible relationship in public. I want to be able to hold my boyfriends hand as we walk down the street. Please Li." You pleaded. Liam stood up and began pacing the floor, hands running wildly through his hair. "I just..." He muttered. You stood up as well, getting angrier by the second. Why won't he show you off? "Why? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" You couldn't help the volume of your voice and you were a bit scared at his towering height when he stood over you to respond. "No, you're perfect, that's why I'm terrified to see you get hurt! It always happens! Good things don't stay in the public! In private, everything is good! I've never wanted to go public because I love you god dammit! I love you and I don't want to lose you!" He held you tight, whimpering like a little boy. You were honestly shocked at his words more than his temper. Liam has never gotten like this. "Liam, please look at me," You tilted his chin off your shoulder and there were tear stains down his cheek. "Do you mean it?" His breathing was shakier than normal. "Yes, I can't lose you because, I, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. So much."
  • Louis: "Lou, I'm not as fragile as you may think." You were getting a bit heated because Louis wouldn't let you play football with him and the boys while you were visiting on tour. Little did he know that you had played soccer in school until you got to UNI. "Babe, you could get hurt or worse, get your shoes all muddy." He teased, always thinking that you were one step behind him when it came to anything physical. "It's not like it's an actual match, what's the harm in letting her play?" Niall spoke up, Louis grunting in response. "Fine, but if she gets hurt she's your responsibility." Louis threw his hands up and he ran to his side of the field with Liam and Zayn in tow. Your team was comprised of Niall and Harry. Being One Direction, they were able to rent out a stadium for the day to relax. You provided Harry and Niall with a quick intel of what you knew that Louis didn't know and decided that you were going to surprise him. You and Harry were on the field while Niall was goalie. Zayn and Liam were on the field for Lou's team, leaving him in the goalie spot. After a few runs and him seeing how much of the game you really knew (which was a lot), Louis and Liam traded. He was on the forward line as he got the ball, weaving past Harry easily and trying to kick into your goal from halfway across the field. As soon as the ball left the grass, you knew something bad was about to go down. He had kicked the ball with a strong trajectory, aimed right for you by accident. You managed to get hit in the stomach so hard it knocked you to the ground. Louis was the first one by your side, knees sliding on the wet mud as you clutched your stomach in "pain". Soccer players: famous for faking it. "Love are you okay?! I'm so sorry, so so sorry baby!" Louis had his hand on your back as soon as possible, trying to lull a pain that didn't really hurt, not that he could know. Out of surprise, you pounced on him like a cat, knocking him off balance and onto his back. "I think I win this round." You laughed, pecking him on the lips. "And look, I'm fine. I've told you before Tomlinson: I always end up on top." You laughed as you stood up, helping him up as well. "Now I'm headed to the showers, and you're welcome to join to make up for hitting your girlfriend." His eyebrows raised as he muttered a 'how did I get so lucky' and smacked your bum as he raced you to the showers.
Soldier Wars - Last Campaign

Chapter 6 - Last Campaign - Complete
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Summary: The city is in chaos, time is running out. Only two Soldiers are left and they have no trump cards up their sleeves anymore. 

The game is nearing an end and it might have no winner at all.

Tags: #This Is It 

Note: To everyone who’s followed me on this wild ride from start to finish and to everyone who wasn’t afraid of joining me midway, I bow down to you. I couldn’t have done that without your support. And now I’m going to send you on one last mission with the Soldiers - I hope you’re ready for their last campaign! 

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anonymous asked:

Dear Philosophy Bro, this bro of mine read some Jeremy Bentham, and now he says that from a Utilitarian perspective he is in the right to cheat on his girl as long as she never finds out. He claims it won't harm her and he gets more pleasure, so it's more total pleasure for the world. How can I convince him that he's still being a douche?

Okay, see, this is the kind of question that gets me out of bed in the morning, so definitely thanks for sending it in!

Your bro’s first mistake is taking Jeremy Bentham’s moral theory that seriously. I mean, really. Dude is kind of important to the history of philosophy, since he invented Utilitarianism and all, but even then we’re usually like “And he really liked bowling, for some reason? Anyway, then John Stuart Mill took over and came up with a WAY THE FUCK BETTER version, so, we’re going to read that.” No one reads Bentham anymore, unless they either 1) need to read him for some historical reason, or 2) want to be able to say “nyeh, look at me, I’ve read Jeremy Bentham, now I can cheat on my giiiiirlfriend!”

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anonymous asked:

Could I please have an imagine where he finds you on twitter and you're like 15 but "hot" and they think your older because your more mature. So after facetiming a few times and they want to meet up, you realize they think you're older, so you tell them, thinking that that's it, now they won't like you, but they still do and because awesome best friends, and invite you on tour, including a tutor, because your mom said yes.-Kat

Sorry you had to wait so long but here you go! I hope you like it ;)  - Jas

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“(Y/N)!” You heard as you answered the video cal. Your phone lit up with Luke’s face, making your smile grow even wider.

Before you can greet him or say something else he already interrupts you. “I don’t have much time so I try and be quick.. umm … the boys and talked a bit.. about stuff.. and you..”, he paused for a moment, “We’ve been face-timing for so long now.. we want to meet to finally meet you in person”

You gulped. Ever since they found your twitter account you were face-timing on a regular base. But never did you correct them, when they made you older than you actually were. You were 15 but they were thinking you were around 17.

“You okay?”, Luke asked, worried about your sudden change in mood.

“Yeah… yeah. I just.. I just need to ask my mom. I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Sure. Can’t wait”, he said, again showing you his infamous smile.

“(Y/N)!”, you heard Cal shout from behind Luke. A minute later he squished himself next to him so you could see him too.

“Hey, Cal”, you greeted him, trying your best to make your smile look as real as possible.

“Okay, we need to go now. Text us, yeah? Bye” They waved you goodbye and your phone went black, leaving you no time to reply.

You sighed. Ever since you had found 5 seconds of summer you dreamt about meeting the boys. Seeing them live and in person. A dream would come true.. if it wasn’t for your age. As soon as they found out how young you actually were, they wouldn’t want to talk with you anymore. You were sure about this.

Days passed by and you didn’t message them in any way. No text or call from you. Nothing. On the other side the boys tried to contact you more than once. But you simply ignored it. You had to think about everything and talking with them now wouldn’t make a thing better.

Hey (Y/N), I don’t know what happened, but Luke is pretty upset you won’t text him. Did something happen? Please tell me Xx – Ash

Are you alright (Y/N)? We are worrying about you. Send me little text or so when you read this, okay? Xx – Ash

You know you can talk with me about everything, right? Please, if something is bothering we can talk about it and sort it out! I’m here if you need me, okay? Xx – Ash

I’m probably annoying you, but I won’t stop messaging you until you answer me. We are worrying about you, (Y/N). Please. I need to know if you’re okay!! Xx – Ash

At least 5 or 6 more messages followed. You felt bad after reading all of them. You never wanted to make them worry about you. All you wanted was time to think, but you had to admit ignoring everyone wasn’t the best way to do so.

A sigh left your lips before you replied to him. You could almost see how relieved Ashton was when he got your text message. After you hesitated for a while you finally explained him the reason why you hadn’t texted or called them.

You pictured your worst nightmares to become true when Ashton didn’t respond in the next minutes. 5 minutes later there was still no text from him. You nibbled on your fingernails, anxiously awaiting his reply. What you were most afraid of, though, was not getting anything.

A few minutes later your phone screen lit up with Ashton’s face again. It wasn’t a text message this time but a video call. With shaking hands you answered his call.

First you only saw Ash’s face.  “Hey (Y/N).. um.. I talked with the boys-“ “And we don’t care how old you are”, Calum interrupted him. “We really don’t. You’re still the same.. so yeah”

You gulped as Luke came into view. He didn’t look as cheerful as the others. “I just don’t understand why you were so afraid of telling us. Was it that big of a deal?”

“Dammit Luke! Don’t make her feel bad!” You heard Michael before you could see him via your phone. “You have to admit, you look way more mature than 15. Everyone could have fallen for that!”

A lot of convincing had to be done to make your mom let you go on tour with 5sos. After weeks of constantly begging and asking she finally let you go. But only with one condition: A tutor had to come with you, so you wouldn’t fall back in school.

And this is how you found yourself in the back of the 5sos tour bus. You had just finished your lesson of the day and joined the boys in the back, listening to music, playing video games and resting for the rest of the day.