Everything in the throne of glass books is so intricately entwined that it’s got me wondering if the broom closet Chaol and Celaena fucked in was just there by chance or if the brooms inside are heirlooms of the witch clans that could start a war just for being in the castle
HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH
Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333
was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get
into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and
you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and
cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol
y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against
me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”
swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it
against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”
not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and
terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how
to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.
always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you
need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m
here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.
could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.
You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do
you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.
ARMY, please be supportive of each other, each other’s opinions and work. Please, be respectful towards one another and each other’s personal choices. Please, don’t call another ARMY ‘fake’ if their opinions are different than yours. Please, don’t make other fans regret joining the fandom. Please, don’t make ARMY ashamed of being an ARMY. Please, don’t try to divide the fandom to ‘true’ and ‘fake’ stans. Please, remember that everyone is different and people’s decisions and choices are made only by themselves and often can’t be changed, because they made it themselves basing on what makes them happy. Remember, that no one is obligated to please anyone, but themselves if it comes to something as simple and pure as being a fan. Please, let’s support each other and respect each other the same way we support and respect BTS. No matter how much our opinions and choices may differ, we are all one Family. Please, don’t forget that.
you know he has his coat slung over one shoulder? what if he does that when he has Persephone with him? maybe he takes her to Paris with him whilst he does this promo interview for his music, because she’s off school for Easter, and they take the train with Lou and Harry Lambert and rather than sitting with him the entire journey, she stays snuggled in Lou’s side. and when they arrive at the station, he can see fans crowding and surrounding the exit and he gets a little worried for his little girl who would be staring out the window.
when the’d dismount the train, Harry Lambert would take Harry’s bag (holding Persephone’s outfits as well as his own for the week), as well as his own bag so that Harry could tuck his daughter into his side and cover her with his coat.
“why m’I goin’ under here, daddy?” she’d lisp, poking her head out from beneath the coat covering her, “s’hot under here.”
“I know, baby, I know. But, there are lots of people out here with cameras and I don’t need your pretty face going all over the internet, okay?” he’d explain, “can you stay under her for me until I get you in the car, yeah?”
“mm-hm,” she’d hum, wrapping her arms around his waist as the four of them made their way out of the stations exit, and into the crowd of people who were waiting to see him. her arms tightly gripping around him and tightly fisting at his t-shirt as she tried not to trip or fall behind, “daddy?”
“s’alright, sweetheart. we’re okay. nearly at the car,” he’d promise her, tucking the coat further up his shoulder to keep her face hidden and to make sure it didn’t get caught and tear from his body, “Lou’s waitin’ for you to help you in there, okay? nearly there, baby. i promise.” xx