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When this guy dies....

…so does the unpredictability and interesting writing/story telling in GoT. Whether you love or hate them, characters like Littlefinger, Viserys, Ramsay, Stannis, Joffrey, Cersei (who will most likely die too) brought that ‘holy shit, oh no they didn’t, what are they capable of?… they won’t ‘go there’…. yep, they ‘went there’…. Without them? I would have tuned out years ago.

I know 95% of the fandom has a collective boner just waiting for Baelish to die (I wanted Ramsay to die too but at least I knew I was going to miss his psycho ass in some way just because you didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do) but that same ‘what does he have up his sleeve’ is sooo going to be missing.

I used to love Tyrion but after his epic court scene, his character died to become Dany’s drunken advisor. Varys, whose chess match and war of words with his worthy adversary, Littlefinger, hasn’t had anything interesting to do in years. Their scenes were gold. The real puppetmasters in GoT.

But now, with the inevitable deaths of both Baelish and Cersei, I’m growing bored of this show and it’s downward spiral into being a low-rent LOTR cgi battle that will last into next season.

Stark kids reunite, Arya is going to kill someone, Bran will see something important that will probably save the day, Jon and Dany meet and probably end up hooking up as “ice & fire”, Jon is a Targaryen, they battle the Lannisters, Jaime probably kills Cersei and becomes a ‘ good guy’ and/or they either win or everyone looks North and has a collective “fml” moment and combine forces to battle the White Walkers with dragons. Dany either pulls her head out of her ass and becomes a good queen or she falls down the same route as her family. Jon becomes king or dies saving everyone and at least one Stark is left..  

Oh I could go into a multitude of over-analyzed endings that fans have guessed at for years. None of which are really exciting, great story telling, or anything new. The story will basically devolve into mankind fighting against a supernatural force and most likely winning.

Having dark horses in the mix like Baelish and others kept it unpredictable and intriguing. Fans freaked over killing off ‘beloved’ characters like Robb, Ned, Cat, etc… but what purpose would they serve by staying alive? Not much, really. Varys, at one point you really wondered who he was serving and what his game plan was, but now….snore. I was really hoping for an epic match up in the end with Baelish, the two men I considered the real players in this game - where EVERYONE else (other than WW) was a pawn. Now, the dark horses will be dead and gone. As much as I love Olenna, I don’t foresee much happening with her other than getting revenge on Cersei probably.

Fans in general would most likely hate it, but keeping a character like Baelish, whose motives are never crystal clear (even if you think you know, you could be wrong), in until the end keeps a mystery and intrigue in the storyline that keeps nagging you —- WHAT IF. What if this dark horse, loathed character, throws a wrench into everything, what if he causes chaos, what if he manipulates or convinces other characters to make different choices…what if he survives to the end… only to end up winning (even IF it’s a pile of ashes) OR redeems himself in some way no one expects…

Again….the expectation and predictability of the story and hoping GRRM wasn’t going to use the old tried and true….or old and over-used cliché tropes that everyone’s figured out already.

I suppose I’m still hoping for a miracle that the writers won’t kill off the two last remaining characters that are actually INTERESTING, even if they are considered villains. I guess I’m sick of the same shit, hero always wins in some fashion, good vs evil - yea! the goodies won even if they almost died, all tied up neat with a ribbon, no surprises, add a few big battle scenes and voila - the end.

It’s all been done to death and back again. The only thing that might redeem Dany as a character in my view is if she ends up being a nasty villain, sending her Dothraki hoards to kill off, pillage and rape her would-be Westerosi subjects. They won’t like her for that. THAT would at least make her interesting as a flawed character who gets lost in her quest for power and isn’t the good queen she thinks she is.

Sansa, if she turned to the dark side would be FAR more interesting. What else does she have but to sideline for Jon and Arya now? Bran still has potential, but again predictable.

Fuck that know-nothing Jon Snow. I never understood why everyone loves his character. Run of the mill good guy, not so smart but full of heart, hero. SNORE.

Arya could have been interesting but they dragged her shit out wayyyy too long.

Tyrion? One of the most dynamic characters suddenly reduced to nothing but witless dialogue and drinking.

That leaves us with Littlefinger (such a well written, genius character that has been dumbed down to the point of ridiculousness) and Cersei. Both brilliantly acted - one who unfortunately remains underrated and underused as hell imo. I worry both will die.

I had such high hopes that GRRM would go against the grain and really pull out something unique after all the books and all these years with the show…but sadly, I see it not happening. Those fans will get the ending they’re hoping for and yet I find myself underwhelmed and actually disappointed with where the story is heading. I know it’s just fiction and entertainment, but I was really hoping for something better after all these years.

Well, I raise my glass to my Queen of Wine & Wildfire and King of the Ashes.

Hello hello there~
It’s been a while q7q …

My vacation is over and I’m back at work, so you know what this means. Fewer drawings. I’m so sorry. I just haven’t got the time and energy to draw as much.

But enough of the whining.
Here you got some McDwight~ I still love them and after all the Claudette and Jake I wanted to draw these two cuties again! >v

It's more like a family

P A I R I N G : Sebastian Stan x Anthony Mackie x Teen!Reader ( friendship )

W A R N I N G S : None just pure fluff

P L O T : Reader is the youngest actress in “ Avengers Infinity War” , and has a panel together with Sebastian and Anthony.

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“ I wouldn’t dare leave you without morsel of marvel.”, the man on the stage says while the big screen behind him turns red and the white marvel logo appears. The crowd starts to scream and a couple of seconds later a small clips starts to play.

—-

“ Truman , youre coming?”, a female voice says, and a couple of seconds later you can see how a dog appears from around a corner. The fur is black , and the sounds of his paws hitting the ground are clearly audible as the dog makes his way down the street.

A couple of meters away stands a young girl , not older than 16 . She is smiling down at her dog, and when he reached her she continues to walk. With one earplug in her left ear, she
whistles the background music of ’ Rocky Racoon ’, as she slowly begins to move her head in the beat of the music.

But after a while the girl stops walking while her whistling continues. Now she even starts to sing, while she slowly turns around :“ da- da- da- da- da- da- da- c'mon Rocky boy - da- da- da- c'mon Rocky Boy-”, she sings and looks down.

“You found me.”, she says and the grin on her face only becomes wider as she kneels down to face a racoon :“ Somehow I always knew you would.”

“I promised it to you, didn’t I ?”, the racoon says and raises his eyebrow before he scratches his neck and points with his finger up to two people who are standing right behind him :
“But to be honest, I had a little bit help from those guys.”

The girl looks up, and now her smile fades and tears are starting to form in her Y/E/C eyes as she stands up again.
“You’re back-”,she whispers and laughs slightly as she looks from the one man to the other.

“Of course we are, kiddo .”, Sam Wilson says while he crosses his arms infront of his chest :“ But I’m here because I need your help, and to be honest I’m not the only one who does.”, he turns around and the girl looks past him.

A couple of cars are standing on the road, and her eyes widen when she realizes that Sam and Rocket are not the only one who came to see her. Next to one car stands Tony Stark together with the other Guardians and Steve Rogers. They all smile at her, and Steve waves into her direction.

Then a car door opens, and a the black boot hit the ground.

“B-Buck.”

—-
“ Now let’s welcome three of the people you have seen in the trailer, here are Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and Y/N Y/L/N.”, under loud applause you enter the stage, followed by two laughing men.

Even though it’s not your first Disney Expo, you are still unbelievably nervous. Sebastian who stands next to you lays one arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to him.

“How are you?”, Anthony asks and the audience screams once more :“We are all very excited to be here today, i already spotted a couple of very cool costumes.”

“I know right, I’ve seen a couple of girls who were dressed as the different X-Men characters. They looked so cool!”, you say and Sebastian takes his arm off your shoulders, while he walks closer to the audience :“ I know, I think I spotted them when we walked in.”, he looks around for a couple of seconds, before he points into one direction :“ Do you mean them?”

You walk up to him and follow his gaze:, when you spot the girl you smile “Yes, there they are!”, you say and smile into their direction :“ You girls are looking amazing, honestly one of the best cosplays I have seen all day!”

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?”, Anthony asks , and immediately people lift their hands:“ The girl in the yellow shirt-”, Sebastian says and you watch how the staff hands her a microphone.

“Hey.”, she says and waves shyly :“ The teaser trailer was incredible, so know we know that Bucky comes back and meets Y/N’s Character Kay Jones, how is their relationship after everything that happened ? ”

You look at Sebastian who signalizes you with his hands that you should answer the question, you chuckle and bring the microphone up to your mouth :“ Well, in Civil War, Kay and Bucky had this special connection, they both shared some similar experiences with let’s say the bad guys, and throughout the film you could see that Bucky cared for her like a father cares for his daughter . Just like him Kay has her problems with fitting into the group, and he is kind of the only person Kay can truly trust, that’s what makes Bucky so important for her. But when Bucky went back under, without telling Kay, that where he breaks her trust, and because he was kind of her only friend she is left alone. When the two meet again, in Infinity War, under those circumstances, their relationship isn’t the same anymore.”

Sebastian nods quietly before he starts to talk :“ Yes, like Y/N said, Bucky disappointed her and we all know that he would never do something like that on purpose, he literally said in the end credit scene of Civil War ” Going back under is the best thing, for everybody. “, and with that he also includes Y/N’s Character. When the doctor played with his mind, he almost hurt Kay, and that’s something that he would never forgive himself. But sadly Kay doesn’t know that.”

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“Hello guys.”, She says and you can see how nervous she is:
“So this question is for Y/N-”,she says and you raise your eyebrows:“ You are in this business for a couple of years now, you basically grew up with it, would you say that people like Sebastian and Anthony had some influence on you-”

“I hope not!”, Anthony interrupts her and Sebastian laughs.

“- and if yes how?”

After she puts down the microphone, you turn your head and look at Anthony and Sebastian who are still laughing:“ What do you mean with ’ I hope not” ? “, you asks confused :” You guys actually had and have a huge influence on me-“

Now they both stop laughing and stare at you :” We did?“, they ask synchronistically and the whole audience, including yourself, laughs.

“I mean since the first time I met you back in 2014-”,you turn to the audience:“ So the first time I met Sebastian and Anthony was on the set of 2014, my mom and I both arrived at the set for the first time and since she wasn’t able to stay the entire time those 2 men agreed to take care of me.”, you tell and smile at the memory :“ I’m now 15 year’s old, back in 2014 I was 12 and it was my first role. So I came on set, and right after my mom said goodbye to me, I was so incredible lost. Film sets are mostly huge, but marvel sets are unbelievably-”

“And she walked around like a small and lost puppy, it was kind of adorable.”, Anthony says and chuckles, Sebastian who is standing next to his friend smiles :“ I remember how you brought her to our table, looked me into the eyes and said :
” Look what I found, can we keep her? “, he makes his best imitation of him and you laugh :” Good thing we kept her!“

“I mean sometimes she can be problematic as hell, she never cleans up her trailer.”, Anthony says and rolls his eyes, while the audience laughs again. You simply cross your arms and shake your head laughing:“ Now you’re laughing, but -”

“ I am just trying to hide my pain.”, You explain, and Sebastian who stands behind Anthony, throws his head back as he starts laughing once again.

You simply watch them, as they continue to roast you.
Ever since you got the huge opportunity to be part of the marvel family your life completely changed. But for good.
Those two were like your family, the brothers you always wanted to have but never got. You love them with your whole heart, and you know they love you too.

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Sister!Winchester takes care of her big brothers

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- One of your greatest concerns, if not the greatest, is your brothers’ mental and physical health. 

- Not because you have to, because you want to. Because, you love them. 

- So, you always keep an eye on them. Just ask them how they’re feeling and if they want to talk. 

- For as long as you’ve been able too, your job has been to patch them up. It was John who gave you the orders.

- Therefore, you waited up every single time they went on a hunt, the first aid kit at hand.

- This leading to you seeing a few, pretty gruesome sights; your brothers bloody and severally hurt. 

- It was traumatizing but it added to the desire to always take care of them.

- And realizing that they aren’t invincible.

- So you just take every chance you get to take care of them. 

- “Do you want to talk about it, Sammy?”

- “I’m here if you need someone to listen, Dean.”

- “Do you need help with that?”

- “I can stitch that up for you.”

- Them telling you that it’s okay, you don’t need take care of them all the time.

- You responding that it’s because you want to.

- Them calling you their guardian angel. (It happened more often before you all found out that many angels are actually douchebags.)

- You always reminding them to be more careful with themselves. Because they’re all you got and you love them. 

- Them telling you that they love you too.

There is something missing not only from Voltron but was also missing from the legend of Korra, and this thing was a very big chunk of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The writers in Voltron have made their characters more or less stuck unless they need something. In Avatar, the point was the journey. This led to wonderful character development for the most part all around because different episodes had different places for each of the characters to get their development from. Not all of it was about Aang, because Katara, Sokka, Toph, and even Zuko, when he wasn’t a part of the main group, got development, and flashbacks. You got to understand them and love them that much more, because they were interesting and the aspects that made them that way was apparent.

Having the journey also allowed for different characters’ dynamics with each other be explored, and in Avatar that’s even called to attention with Toph’s: “Everyone’s got to go on a life changing adventure with Zuko, now it’s my turn!”

But in Voltron, the paladins are stuck at the castle, and there hasn’t been much room for these developments and flashbacks to be explored. The closest the writers have gotten is when Hunk and Coran go to the Balmera, Lance and Hunk in “The Depths”, Shiro and Keith in “Blade of Marmora”, and Hunk and Keith in “Belly of the Weblum”. The only flashbacks we’ve gotten are Allura’s, Shiro’s, Pidge’s, and Keith’s, leaving Hunk and Lance completely out of the equation. These flashbacks, like Zuko’s in Avatar, are what make the characters more relatable. We felt bad for Zuko, because he really wasn’t being evil to be evil, his family had hurt him. We felt bad for Azula too. And Katara, and Sokka. Toph almost didn’t need flashbacks because we saw where she came from and how she ended up with us.

But the Voltron crew has left two of the characters with barely anything, save for one snippet of a photo of his family and some reminiscing. The other one has really only gotten food after season one.

Now, don’t get my wrong! I really do love Voltron. But what I’m hoping to see Shiro’s disappearance brings is the journey aspect of Avatar over to Voltron as they look for him. Because this leads to possibilities for the team splitting up, situations where flashbacks are being explored, and characters traits being more overtly developed.

How To Bond With Will
  • Joyce: Remember when you were eight and I got you crayons and you loved them much better than the garbage Star Wars toys your friends got you?
  • Jonathan: Remember when Dad left? Also we did fun brother stuff, but I'm leading with Dad leaving us.
  • Mike: I was going to ask if you remembered the cool Star Wars toys I got you for your eighth birthday, but I'm reconsidering that one now.
This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver–love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.
—  “Beloved” by Toni Morrison

After situating herself on a huge flat-sided rock, Baby Suggs bowed her head and prayed silently. The company watched her from the trees. They knew she was ready when she put her stick down. Then she shouted, ‘Let the children come!’ and they ran from the trees toward her.

'Let your mothers hear you laugh,’ she told them, and the woods rang. The adults looked on and could not help smiling.

Then 'Let the grown men come,’ she shouted. They stepped out one by one from among the ringing trees.

Let your wives and your children see you dance,’ she told them, and groundlife shuddered under their feet.

Finally she called the women to her. 'Cry,’ she told them. 'For the living and the dead. Just cry.’ And without covering their eyes the women let loose.

It started that way: laughing children, dancing men, crying women and then it got mixed up. Women stopped crying and danced; men sat down and cried; children danced, women laughed, children cried until, exhausted and riven, all and each lay about the Clearing damp and gasping for breath. In the silence that followed, Baby Suggs, holy, offered up to them her great big heart.

She did not tell them to clean up their lives or go and sin no more. She did not tell them they were the blessed of the earth, its inheriting meek or its glorybound pure.

She told them that the only grace they could have was the grace they could imagine. That if they could not see it, they would not have it.

'Here,’ she said, 'in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard.’

Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don’t love your eyes; they’d just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don’t love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it.

This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved.
Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. And all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver–love it, love it, and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.“ Saying no more, she stood up then and danced with her twisted hip the rest of what her heart had to say while the others opened their mouths and gave her the music.

Long notes held until the four-part harmony was perfect enough for their deeply loved flesh.

— 

Beloved

Toni Morrison


Finally read Beloved for myself and no one else, and can’t get this passage out of my mind, here is Baby Suggs’ preaching in it’s entirety. 

I can’t deny it anymore (Part 1) Tom Cavanagh/Harrison Wells x OC Reader

Prompt: Could you write a one-shot where you play a character that has heaps of tension/chemistry with Harrison Wells, but behind the scenes you and Tom also have tension/chemistry and the rest of the cast are basically pleading for you both to just hurry up and make a move, but you’re both certain the other doesn’t feel the same? Thank you!! 
A/N: I have another request in my inbox that’s pretty similar to this so I’ve decided to do this one as two parts - this being the first and then the other will be a continuation (obviously) I hope you like it anon! 


“He really likes you, you know Y/N” Grant was standing behind you
“What?” You asked, you hadn’t heard what he said properly because you were staring again. Grant gestured for you to budge up so he could sit down on the bench next to you.
“Look, you’re staring at him again!” He couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you insisted, however your bright red face gave you away. Grant raised an eyebrow. Damnit you thought, screwing up your face.“Just tell him how you feel” Grant smiled at you.
“You’re right, this is stupid!” You stood up and started walking over to the set. Okay Y/N, you can do this, it’s easy just go over there and tell him how you feel. Tom, I really like you, I know you probably don’t feel the same way but I can’t deny it any longer- you cut yourself off, stopped walking and ran back to the bench where Grant was waiting for you.

“Nope! I can’t do it” you plonked yourself back down on the bench next to Grant. He put a reassuring arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder while he told you that everything was going to work out and that he was SURE Tom felt the same way.Your eyes were shut, holding in the tears so you hadn’t realised what the rest of the cast were doing. 

Danielle and Candice were trying to attract Tom’s attention so that he would look up. Grant kept his arm around you and gave them a ‘thumbs up’. Tom looked up at them from his script. “What are you doing, I’m trying to learn my lines?” 
“We just-”
“Erm”
Neither of them had an answer, they slowly backed away from each other, opening up Tom’s vision, allowing him to see you sat on the bench across the set, Grant with his arm around you and you with your head resting on his shoulder. Once he spotted you, his heart sank. Shit. “Look, girls I really need to learn these lines”
“Okay” Danielle replied. “See you on set later”
“Yeah, bye guys” he waved as they left, not realising that they waited just out of sight to see what he was going to do. Learning his lines, yeah right, he was staring at you and Grant. He stood up and started pacing around in a circle. “Idiot” he cursed himself under his breath before he started walking over to where you were sat. 

Grant’s phone buzzed, Candice had texted him the word “emergency.”
“Oh shit, I’m needed on set” he said releasing you from his hold. “If you need anything, anything at all, I’m here for you” he smiled and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head before heading off.

“Well you two looked cosy” you recognised his voice instantly.
“Oh, erm” you looked up quickly, wiping away the tear that had just leaked out of your eye.
“Everyone seems to be saying ‘erm’ a lot today” he laughed, making you laugh. “Are you alright Y/N?” He looked at you with concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s nothing” you smiled at him.
“Are you sure?”
“Promise” you replied.
“So, you and Grant huh?”
“What? No!” You replied almost too quickly. “There’s nothing going on between me and Grant” you couldn’t help but smile, he was jealous and you could see it!“Good” he replied. “Anyway, I came over to ask if you wanted to run lines for our scene later?”
“Sure, I haven’t had the chance to read through the script changes yet”
“Great!” He pulled his script out of his back pocket and unrolled it.

While you were running lines, you couldn’t help but smile while he was speaking to your character. 
“Fuck” he slammed the script down on the bench. “I can’t do this anymore”
“Do wh-“ he cut you off, placing his hands on your cheeks and his soft lips on yours.
After he pulled away, he looked right into your eyes and said “deny my feelings. I don’t know if it’s just because my Harrison Wells is in love with your character or not but I’ve fallen for you Y/N” 
“I feel the same way, I just didn’t know how to say it and I didn’t think you would…” your voice trailed off, he was smiling at you and shaking his head. 

You heard a chorus of “yes!” and “finally!” coming from where the various cast members in on the plot were stood, keeping an eye on you both. Looking over you saw the joy in their faces. “Children” Tom huffed playfully. “Mm” you agreed, “but you’ve got to love them” Tom put his arm around you and the two of you sat there laughing and talking about how you wished this had happened sooner until you were called on to set.


A/N: Part two is here!

White Robe Grooms

Andy Biersack Imagine

You are a rock star in a band that used to be a BVB cover band, but now you are making a name for yourself as a real band, but BVB, Andy in particular, isn’t very appreciative of that.

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/S/N) - Your Ship Name (Make a ship name for you and Andy)

~

The roaring of another crowd soothed your tortured soul. No matter what had happened, no matter what you’d been through, you could come here, to a stage lined with screaming fans, and know that none of it mattered, because they wanted you.

They were chanting your name, your bands name really, but you identified as much with the title as you did the name you were given at birth. It was the sweetest kind of music, and as the beginning of “Never Give In” played you ran out on stage.

You’d started as an all-girl cover band of your rock idols, Black Veil Brides. None of the five of you had intended for it to go anywhere big, you just wanted to play few gigs and bring your own flavor to a beautiful set, but it had become so much more.

Over the years you’d begun writing songs, as well as doing covers, until you weren’t really a cover band anymore. The shows you played got bigger and bigger, and people actually wanted to see you preform. It was a surreal moment when you and your girls got together and said, to hell with it, and went for a music career. It wasn’t easy, and it was a long road to get here, but it was all worth it to hear the fans begging for your personal brand of rebellion.

“White Robe Grooms!”

“White Robe Grooms!”

“White Robe Grooms!”

You regretted not changing the name a little bit, but it was a part of who you were at this point, you didn’t want to change it.

As you came onto the stage and began to sing the crowd began to roar with excitement. Yes, this was it, this was the rush that you loved.

You began singing, and, just like you knew they would, they sang every word along with you. It was a tradition of yours to begin every concert with a cover to keep true to your roots, and which one it would be was always a surprise. You loved the surge of energy and nostalgia you got hearing them all love you for being a cover band, and couldn’t keep away a wicked grin when they loved you even more for doing you own thing.

By the time the concert was over you were drenched in sweat, and ready for a shower, and a long night’s sleep, but not likely to receive either. The girls were all excited about your upcoming interview with Bryan Stars, and the very distinct possibility that they were going to get to meet their idols. You weren’t sure you wanted to meet them though. You were almost positive that they wouldn’t be as good in the flesh as they were in your head, people rarely were, but you would think about that tomorrow, there was always the off chance that Bryan had a different kind of “Special Guest” lined up. But then again, that wasn’t very likely at all, was it, who else could it possibly be?

“Well, I’m ready to get out of here.” Your pink haired drummer ,Collette, laughed, wiping the sweat off of her brow.

“Yeah, me too.” Your clad in black pianist/ guitarist, Eve, affirmed. The five of you had a pretty in punk look, as you’d deemed it, wearing small specks of pink here and there, expect for Eve, who hated pink and refused to have anything to do with the color. You had made your mark on the world of rock, and while not everyone appreciated it, it was your mark, and you had made it, and you were proud of it.

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The Signs as Weird Things I Said to Myself

Aries: Socks with sandals just makes me want to choke myself.

Taurus: How can people see without glasses? That seems fake…but ok.

Gemini: I wonder what it’s like to be pretty? Oh wait! I am!!

Cancer: I hate everyone. Well…not my family…or my friends…or *starts naming all the famous people I love*

Leo: White boys are so funny, you just got to love them… 

Virgo: Eating this whole cheese steak isn’t fat, right?

Libra: *realises all the things i want* I WISH I WAS A BILLIONAIRE SO FREAKING BAD!!!

Scorpio: ALL I HAVE FOR HOMEWORK IS HISTORRRY AYE AYE!! *melody to centuries by Fall Out Boy*

Aquarius: Since when did school become so important to human kind?

Sagittarius: Man I need to be rich ASAP cause this poor ish ain’t working.

Capricorn: Niall Horan is so gorgeous! Like HOW? WhAT?? LIke It’s UnNAturAL

Pisces: I can’t live without Supernatural. Or Doctor Who. Or video games. Or One Direction Or… *goes on for a while really*

jhopes-soulmate  asked:

Yo it’s me the awkward one again, jimin is me I just fall asleep wherever I go aND IM SO HERE FOR THE YOONSEOK I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS OF HOW IT COULD GO I CANT WAIT

Same I’m literally Jimin so I feel you ALSO YES YOONSEOK WILL BLOOM ALONG WITH JIKOOK I GOT YOU FAM I LOVE THEM SM SOPE FOR LIFE

Pictures || Oli

Oli masterpost found here

Word count - 765

Summary - The one with James and his pictures.

You were spending the day with your two favorite boys; your boyfriend, Oli, and his younger brother, James. Your plan was to just walk around Leicester Square and do a bit of shopping, eating, and probably picture taking. Oli was becoming quite the photographer and often interrupted your days to take pictures if he thought the lighting was right or you looked exceptionally beautiful. “Slow down, James!” Oli laughed to his brother. James was walking significantly farther ahead of you and Oli, eager to go from one shop to another as quickly as he could. James sighed and waited for the two of you to catch up.

“Oh, Oli, we can still see him,” you teased. “He’s fine.”

“See, this is why I like (Y/N) more than you, Oli,” James said. Oli messed James’ hair and pushed him lightly to get him to start walking again.

“You’re taking my brother away,” Oli said to you. You just laughed and squeezed his hand that you were holding.

“You know he loves you the most.”

After some shopping and making a lunch stop, Oli dragged you all to a park. “Let’s take some photos,” he said excitedly. “It’s the perfect weather out.”

“Oli,” James almost whined.

“C’mon James,” you laughed. “It’ll be fun.” James huffed and obliged. Secretly, you could tell he was excited. He loved when Oli filmed him or took pictures of him, he just didn’t like to show it. Oli took various pictures of you, and then some of James. While Oli was trying to take some serious ones of his brother, you grabbed a handful of fallen leaves and threw them at James. He laughed and spun around, throwing some at you as well. This eventually turned into a leaf throwing battle, Oli catching it all in various pictures. Eventually, you snatched the camera from Oli’s hand, laid it by your other bags, and pulled him over to join you in the leaf battle.

Whenever you were with Oli and James, you felt like a kid on Christmas. James always brought out Oli’s childish side, and it was a part of him you loved. While you were brushing some hair out of your face, Oli suddenly wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you to the ground. You were in a fit of giggles as you tried to get out of his grasp, occasionally snatching more leaves to throw in his face. After a while, you both just ended up laying on the ground, staring up at the sky and trying to control your breathing in order to stop laughing.

When you looked up to make sure James was still in sight, you saw that he had Oli’s camera in hand. “I took some pictures,” he said almost bashfully. “They probably didn’t turn out very well.”

“Come here,” you smiled. “Let’s see them.” James brought the camera over to you and Oli and sat on the grass in front of you both. You flicked through the pictures on the camera, showing them to Oli as you did so.

“Buddy!” Oli said. “These are really good!”

And they were. They were just pictures of you and Oli laughing and throwing leaves at each other. The more you looked at them, the happier you got. “I love them,” you told James. “I think I’ll print some and hang them up around the flat.” James smiled, clearly proud of himself for having taken such good photos.

As the day wore down, you and Oli brought James back to his parent’s house, and then you and Oli headed back to your flat. When you got back, Oli immediately got his laptop to transfer the pictures from his camera to his computer. The two of you were sat in bed, scrolling through the pictures and talking about which ones you liked the best. The ones Oli had taken of you and James were stunning, but your favorites were still the ones James had taken. “How did I get so lucky?” Oli asked, smiling at you. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I ask myself the same question all the time,” you said back.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” said Oli gently, brushing some hair out of your face.

“I know,” you teased. “You tell me every day.”

Oli laughed, “I just want to make sure you never forget how much you mean to me.” You smiled and placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” you told him, “but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be reminded.”

#5: ‘Can I Kiss You?’

Not Done Yet Falling For You series- One Shot #5

Request: FIRST KISS (Thank you for the enthusiasm, anon. I appreciate it very much xx) 

previous one shots

“I still can’t believe you have never watched a single one of Marvel‘s movies.” Shaking your head at Harry’s confession, you turned your body around to the cabinet in the small kitchen of your flat where you kept the plates. Harry was seated on a stool on the other side of the island, eyeing the pizza boxes that had been delivered minutes before.

               “I was more of a Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter kind of guy growing up. Super heroes were cool, but they didn’t interest me much.” He shrugged his shoulders, treating the situation like it was no big deal. Sure, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter were great movies, but he couldn’t be serious when he said he had never seen one Marvel movie, could he?

               “You know, I use to say the same thing. Up until the age of thirteen I couldn’t care less about super heroes, but then I was dragged along by a group of my friends to see the first Iron Man movie and I absolutely loved it. They’re like a mix of action and fiction with some comedy and a bit of romance. It’s a bit of everything rolled into one.” You shared the memory with the man sitting across from you, setting two plates on the surface of the island. His lips curled upwards, enjoying the passion with which you spoke. “What would you like to drink? We have Pepsi and some ginger ale, I think. Or we have a couple of beers and maybe a bottle of wine.” You listed off the beverages you had to offer to Harry, opening your fridge to confirm that what you had told him was in fact true.

               Glancing behind your shoulder at him, you watched as he considered his choices. He looked incredibly cozy sitting there, grey knit sweater adorning his body. The chilly February air and the crappy heating system of your flat had made you suggest to Harry that he come over with some warm clothing for your night in, his first time coming over to your place since you had met only three weeks prior.

You had to admit, his home was much nicer than yours, making you slightly reluctant to invite him over. Maybe the cozy flat you shared with your best friend right off the university campus was a little outdated with the appliances and maybe the heating and the cooling didn’t work very well, but it sufficed plenty. There was enough room for the both of you to live comfortably and there weren’t any horrible structural problems. It wasn’t luxurious or incredibly spacious like Harry’s, but you liked your place and you hoped Harry didn’t mind it too much.

               “A beer is fine for me, thank you.” Nodding at his answer, you took out two beers and joined Harry once again at the island after opening both the bottles, handing him his own. The tip of his nose and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the wind he had braved after struggling to find a parking spot in the visitors’ parking of the complex, settling on parking a few streets down. You had greeted him with a hug when he came in, Harry holding on a little longer in hopes that your body would help warm him up. You had been successful in getting Callie to leave the flat for the night, not wanting her to linger around while Harry and you spent the evening together. Of course you loved her, but things between Harry and you had slowly been becoming more serious and you wanted to have a steady relationship before introducing him to anyone important in your life.

               “You probably noticed that we don’t have a proper table in here. Callie and I usually eat here at the island or in the living room so I’m not sure which one you would prefer.” You informed your guest, opening the steaming boxes of pizza.

               “I don’t mind, love. Whatever is fine with me.” He replied, reaching over to take a slice out of each box after you had given him the okay to do so. You’d made sure to order his favourite, a deluxe pizza, as well as yours, a plain cheese, to satisfy both of you. Harry loved teasing you over your choice of pizza, claiming you had a boring taste when it came to toppings.

               “Sofa it is. That way we can start on a movie while we eat.” You led him to the living room, or living area some would say since it wasn’t a separated room, plate of pizza and beer in hand. Harry gladly took a seat onto the couch, placing his beverage on the coffee table, over a coaster of course, and his plate on his lap. You, however, set both things on the table before going to your large assortments of DVDs that your roommate and you had accumulated over the years.

               “That’s a lot of DVDs.” Harry pointed out, wasting no time in taking a bite of his pizza, stomach almost growling. He hadn’t eaten since that morning.

               “Thank you, I take pride in my DVD collection.” You stated with a chuckle, getting on your knees in front of the display. “Lucky for you, I have every single movie Marvel has ever released and we’re watching at least one of them tonight.” You heard Harry snicker behind you at your comment, watching you with a toothy grin. “Any requests, sir?”

               “Which one is your favourite?” he inquired, reaching forward to grab his bottle of beer and bring it up to his plump lips; his lips which you couldn’t help, but glance at every chance you got. You loved the shape of them and their fullness and how they moved when he spoke or smiled. You had yet to kiss them, though.

               “I really like the Iron Man movies or Captain America, but if I had to pick a favourite it would probably have to be,” you took a moment to evaluate your choices, not sure yourself what you favoured.  “The Avengers, I think that’s my favourite.” Turning back to face him, you got up with the DVD box in your hand to show Harry, handing it to him for inspection.

               “The Avengers it is.” He grinned after sweeping the back of the box with his eyes. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t read a single word of the summary. Harry loved learning things about you; since the day he had met you, it was all he wanted to do. He enjoyed finding out the type of music you listened to or the food you liked to eat. Every time he was with you, he discovered something new and he remembered every bit of information you shared with him. If watching a movie he really knew nothing about or previously had no interest in watching meant understanding you better, he’d watch hundreds of super hero movies.

               You were quick to pop the DVD into the player, switching the television to the right channel for the image to appear on the screen. You finally settled down next to Harry, draping a heavy blanket over both your laps, Harry lifting his plate up to allow you to do so. You settled your plate on your covered legs, pressing play once the menu showed up on the screen. Glancing at the man next to you, you noticed his lips once again, puckered slightly as he chewed his food. “Get ready for the best movie you’ll ever watch.”

***

               “The Avengers. That’s what we call ourselves; we’re sort of like a team. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ type thing.” The voice of Tony Stark filled the dimly lit room, empty plates and half-full beer bottles long forgotten on the coffee table. Harry had managed to squeeze you closer to him not even thirty minutes into the movie, claiming he was cold and needed a cuddle to keep him warm. That had been the only conversation you had had for the entirety of the movie, except for the occasional questions he posed that one could only answer having seen the previous movies in the series. Now, you were both sitting in complete, comfortable silence, your body pressed against Harry’s side.

               You shifted your eyes from the television to Harry’s face. He seemed to be enjoying the movie very much, a content expression on his face as he let a few chuckles escape when Iron Man spoke. His long curls were gathered at the top of his head, held together in a bun with the help of a hair tie. He’d decided earlier on that it was a much easier task to eat without his hair constantly falling in his face. You found yourself suddenly forgetting about the movie you had seen countless times and still loved, focusing on Harry’s features instead. Your stare ran over his jaw, sharp and defined, and his nose that you had booped once or twice, but you always landed back on his lips. You couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss someone as much as you had wanted to kiss him, especially in that moment. Pressed up against him, bodies warm and room filled with the scent of one of your burning candles, you desperately wanted to share your first kiss together at that time and place.

               “Are you alright?” Harry’s soft, husky voice snapped you right out of your thoughts. You hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring at him for too long.  Nodding quickly, you turned your head and starred at the pizza crust Harry had left on his plate. If you were going to be kissing him tonight, you sure as hell wouldn’t be the one initiating it, too nervous to do so. You decided it would be best to return your attention to the movies, Harry taking the opportunity to study you like you had done to him. What you didn’t know was that everything you thought about Harry, he thought about you. Everything you wanted to do with him, he gladly reciprocated the feeling. He was longing to kiss you just as much as you were him.

               You felt his arm wrapped around your waist squeeze you a little tighter. His body was suddenly a little more tense, muscles contracting as he took a deep breath. You turned your head back to him, curious as to why his demeanor had switched slightly. He was no longer peaceful and relaxed. You could make out a few droplets of sweat on his newly damp forehead and worried he wasn’t feeling well.

               “Is everything okay, Harry?” You questioned him, eyes finally meeting his again. He didn’t dare speak, just looked right back at you. For a moment the room fell silent once more with the exception of Captain America giving out orders and Harry and yours’ breathing. You swore you saw his gaze move briefly from your eyes to your lips, and he was met with a rush of confidence. His lips turned up into his charming smirk, angling his head down.

               “Can I kiss you?” His question caused your breath to falter and you promptly became aware of your heart beat quickening, the blood rushing through your head. Being as close to him as you were, you noticed a small freckle next to his mouth that had never caught your eye before. You didn’t trust yourself to answer, afraid you would ruin the moment.  Instead you settled on a nod of the head, allowing Harry to proceed with his actions.

               His left hand came up to your cheek, cupping it ever so gently, thumb rubbing softly against your skin. You shifted your body, angling it more towards him and less at the television that was still screening the movie. His face stopped mere centimetres from yours, nose nudging yours slightly. In any other situation, a giggle would have left your lips and maybe now you would have chuckled a little at the sweet and quirky gesture, but Harry had you waiting desperately for his lips to finally meet yours.

               And just like that, they did. His lips pressed against yours, moving slowly in an effort to keep your first shared kiss as pleasantly sweet as possible. Both your eyes were shut, completely indulged in the moment. You exhaled through your nose, matching Harry’s movements as your right hand took a gentle grip on his sweater. You could smell the cologne he always wore mixed with the scent of the warm vanilla candle lit in the corner of the room. His lips were slightly chapped from the winter air and held a slight hint of beer, but his breath was minty and fresh thanks to the gum he’d quickly chewed after dinner to get rid of the lingering taste of pizza. Harry was a good kisser, a very good kisser. It was beyond doubt the best first kiss you had ever shared with anyone and you willed yourself to pull away before your mind could tell you you wanted more. You almost felt silly admitting to yourself that all the stories about sparks and fireworks erupting when kissing the right person may well be true.

               Harry was grinning from ear to ear, hand still caressing your flushed cheek. You let go of your hold on his top, resting it right above his knee instead. You were smiling, too; beaming was most likely a better word for it. You had never been happier to kiss someone before.

“That was really, really nice.” You breathed, Harry giggling at your comment that seemed to rid the room of its serious air. He gradually retreated his hand from your cheek, finding yours on his knees and tangling his long fingers with yours.

               “It was.” His agreement made you smile just a little more, slight relief washing over you. Harry moved in again, kissing you the only thing on his mind. You noticed he was going in for another kiss, pulling you closer so the gap he had to close between the both of you wouldn’t be so great.

               You turned your head just in time for his lips to land on your cheek instead of their intended destination, smirk stretching on your lips. You had remembered the movie still playing, approaching the best scene. While kissing Harry was great, you were determined to have him watch the ending of The Avengers. He pouted against your skin, something he did a lot in a joking fashion.

               “I thought you said my kisses were ‘really, really nice’.” He teased, pressing another one on the top of your head.

               “They are, but you are not getting out of watching this movie, mister.” You informed, squealing slightly when he pulled you onto the top of his lap and nuzzled his face into the crook between your shoulder and your neck.

               “Fine, but I’m still not convinced this is better than Lord of the Rings.” He mumbled against your warm skin, allowing you to rest your body back against his. If he had to sit through the rest of this movie to kiss you again, he would gladly do so.

Thank you so much to the person who requested this! I hope you all enjoy xx