#i saw this and though if this scene immediatley

[lost-tardis-room]

[ay0nha]

This world needs sanji ANGST...i haven't seen anything like that that isn't immediatley fluff so plz plz plz do angst OR maybe enemies to lovers but reeealll enemies ther'es gotta be beeeffff

tension. jealousy. protectivness. what the hell. where is it.

thank u :3

Pairing: opla!Sanji x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: canon-typical things, smoking, cursing, the Baratie, mentions of annoying/handsy costumers, RUSHED ending (sorry), etc.

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you so much for the request. I started a little sm sm based of this request and a couple similar ones. It's just a start, so let me know if I should turn this into something more/longer...I have ideas...COMMENTS ENCOURAGED. Enjoy.

PART II

You always preferred sailing on quiet nights.

Fewer lights from the ship scared the stars into submission. It was the only time your shoulders settled and your breaths became leveled. The air’s humidity wrapped you in warmth and the patterned waves lulled your racing thoughts. 

Yet, the lights of the Baratie reminded you that those idyllic nights remained only in memory, few and far between. The chatter radiated an aura, which functioned as a reminder of the never ending responsibilities of hospitality. 

Your dwindling cigarette marked the time left of your break, but you savored every second. You slouched into your shoulder, head resting softly to the side to acknowledge the footsteps approaching you. 

“Sanji.” Even with your back to your newly found company, you knew who had found you. He always had. “If Zeff sent you…” You drew in a deep and finalizing breath, the crackle satisfying in contrast. “Turn around and fuck off.” 

The breath of his laughter exposed his delight at your demise. “Your funeral—

“—Our.” You corrected him. Finally offering a glance, you saw he’d replaced his apron for a tie. Always trouble, you thought.

“Nah, you’ll be alright…” He tutted with humor. “Regardless, who can I count on to spit on my grave?”

You hummed to hide a semblance of a smile. Sanji’s charm was worthless to you, never working in his favor. It had taken years of coaxing past vindication to even occupy the same space. So as always, you’d removed yourself to create a more familiar distance. 

“Funny.” You only ever entertained him with sarcasm.  Flicking your butt into the darkness, you began to walk away. “Just don’t get in the way.” 

The night was busy—every night was busy. You hadn’t minded the adrenaline or the late hours. It was what kept you going, kept you from realizing that slowing down would never be an option. 

But then the constantly spinning world stopped. Your wrist was caught in the hand of a guest, the very one whose crude remarks failed to cause a reaction. However, your plastered smile only encouraged him. You became a challenge he hadn’t realized would eventually retaliate. 

It caused a scene, glass to be broken, and scolding from Zeff that echoed throughout the kitchen. Your pent up venom led you to an ultimatum; cool off or leave. Now, your headache dulled in comparison to the nausea you felt walking back in. 

Hearing your name you turned to see Sanji’s face illuminated with his lighter. His eyes were fixed on his task, but you knew he was speaking directly to you. “You’re alright, though? Right?”

It was happening more frequently than you’d like to admit; your sarcastic insult caught in your throat and your breath pinned to the roof of your mouth. Your words were lost. Sanji was responsible for the confusion of feelings and it only furthered your resentment. 

Yet, your voice was never found and so you nodded with promise. 

Instead, your wrist throbbed and you were sure by the end of the service the bruising would surface. But you rolled it as if the action could wash away the pain. You straightened your posture, pulled a practiced smile, and held a soft air as you began again greeting guests table by table. 

The people dining waited their turn just as those rubbing elbows with them. From the decor, the crystal, story of the menu, even you were a part of the experience.  Performance was key and you were nothing but stellar at pretending to be someone else. 

“Good evening—” You greeted.  Your voice could have been mistaken for sultry. Some nights you struggled to recognize yourself. “—I’ve noticed you’re back and your wine is getting low.”

“Always attentive, you.” The Baratie regular reveled in the banter. It was formulaic at this point, but the atmosphere captivated you both. 

“I can’t help but play favorites.” You countered, granting a heavy pour of wine into his glass. Your dress cut low, ever dip intentional to distract from the mountain of Berries owed for the aged wine provided. 

His eyes took in your figure, falling into the trap. “Apparently, I’ve got competition.”

You wanted to feel good, as you normally did. The fabric complimented your physique and kissed your skin with such sensuality. The feeling of hungry eyes on you never grew old. The assurance was always refreshing. However, there was a weight tonight that wasn’t the fault of the fabric.  

“Pirates can never resist treasure.” You pushed past the crack in your demeanor. You smiled wider, but your eyes cast down at your wrist hoping it didn’t reveal too much too soon.  

The bark of laughter almost made you flinch. “Not the filthy pirate! Your friend there—” The man continued, complaining about nonsense while raising his already dwindling glass to Sanji. “100 Berries he’s spit in my food.”

That swirl in your chest had just settled, but it returned as your eyes met Sanji’s.  His glare wasn’t shy, burning through you. Judgment about your pairing of wine, most likely. Regardless, you noted the fluidity in his movements pulled him closer to you. 

The man laughed at the slight staring contest. You internally cursed at breaking first. 

“He’s harmless.” You muttered, pouring another serving of wine. Moving your body kept you distracted from the unspoken. 

“Harmless?” The man scoffed, inebriation heavy in his inflection.“The scum of a pirate walked—well, crawled really—out of here with nothing but a bloody promise of a slow death.” 

You remained light and playful as you finished the conversation, distracting your regular enough to slip away. You made your rounds just as Sanji had, but you were clever to dance around him, avoid him. 

It worked at first, but it only aggravated Sanji. He spoke loudly and boldly about the well-known service, slipping in insults and intentionally sabotaging everything you’d just smoothed out. It may not have been intentional. It rarely was if you thought about it, his disappointment reserved for Zeff. 

It was as though Sanji had tunnel vision. His upset became yours conscious or not, as every complaint and move he made contradicted yours. It made you trip and stumble. It began to make the night agonizingly slow as he became the barrier between you and the end of the service.  

You’d boiled over, pulling harshly on his arm until you both crammed into a blindspot of the rest of the restaurant. 

Sanji’s eyes blew wide, but his smirk only widened. Even in his state of mild shock, his mind wandered. “What are you—  

You straightened his tie harshly, a threat. “Fix your attitude.” 

“Mine?” He countered with disbelief. “If Zeff understood—

“I don’t care about Zeff. I don’t care about you.” You hissed, pushing a finger deep into his chest. Slowly your composure was unraveling, but you regained it quickly, speaking pointedly, “What I care about is this night being over.”

Sanji took the beat of silence to look between your eyes. You were frazzled, your collectedness hanging on by a thread. He could guess why, but you’d never admit he was correct. 

“Are you even listening?” You prompted again, ready to move back with utter impatience. 

However, Sanji touched the wrist that was within distance causing your body to freeze.  “You need ice.”

His hold was gentle, but he felt the heat come from the swelling. The pain was catching up to you. 

“Enough.” You spat, wobbling with your steps backward. “Enough of—” Tonight, you wanted to say. The kindness threw you off, made you feel seen in a way you wouldn’t accept. “Just—

“We’ll finish the night smoothly.” Sanji spoke evenly, decidedly for the both of you. “Then, I’ll find ice for you.” 

Your chin raised for your childness to surface. “I can take care of myself.” 

“I have no doubt.” Sanji felt his emotions settle on his face, the smirk was hard to call on, but the air had become too tense not to with such unfamiliar territory. “But yet, If I don’t help you, you’ll milk it for weeks and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

[kajaono]

BBC Sherlock taking John and Sherlock’s relationship for granted creates a rift in the narrative

I have already pointed out in previous post how disappointed I was that John and Sherlock relationship never developed, in a way it should and would have been justified by the narrative

In this point I want to look at how their relationship started and how this was already created the first problems. This review contains multiple spoilers for other Sherlock Holmes shows.

When John and Sherock meet for the fisrt time in ASIP they immediatley start working together.

No hesitation. They both went full in, from minute one onwards. This is a nice way of showing how well John and Sherlock work together, and that they think alike. But on the other hand it feels like Mofftiss took the relationship for granted and said: "These are John and Sherlock. Of course they work perfectly which each other. We do not have to talk about that."

But imo that was TOO fast. There is no conflict. They never have time to discuss where they stand in this relationship. And because Mofftiss pretend, that they work perfectly together, from minute one onwards - even though they just met - it is hard to further develop their relationship from here on. Because it is already perfect. You would need something really big to happen for them to redefine their roles in this relationship. We kind of had that in season 4, but we knew how messy that went. And there was never a TALK after that. Thats also a main problem in this show. John and Sherlock never really talk. It is John who often sits down and talks and Sherlock is not listening. Of course the relationship is developing, but the show never uses its whole potential.

So what would have been a better way of handling their first meeting? A first meeting that allows them to naturelly grow into the relationship... and further develop their relationship?

Elementary

Yeah I am gonna drag Elementary into this again. BBC Sherlock and Elementray share a really similar set up. They meet each other for the first time, and immeditaly move in and start solving cases together. But Elemenetary gives John and Sherlock time to grow into the relastionship.

This moment defines the Joanlock relationship imo. It shows that Joan is ready to confront Sherlock and call out his bullshit, that Sherlock listens and is effected by what Joan thinks and says, that Sherlock still has a lot of work to do. AND - most importantly - that a Johnlock relationship takes effort and is nothing that you can take for granted.

And this show was on air for 7 seasons, with 22 episodes each. Nevertheless the relationship was developing the whole time. In future seasons they are recalling their first meeting, honoring how much they have grown.

Resulting in:

gif by: @marlahey

This is something we never got in BBC Sherlock. We never saw them honoring the growth they made, recalling their first meeting, and having a satisifying conculsion, aka: "I love you" (in what way doesn't matter btw. The Joanlock moment wasn't romantic either).

Of course you could agrue now: "But Elementary did had the time for stuff like that, BBC Sherlock only had 4 seasons, with 3 episodes each."

So let us look at The Irregulars next:

This show starts as a usual crime detective show... with a supernatural twist. But slowly you learn that the core point of the show is the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

The show is set years after Holmes and Watsons first meeting. Actually when we first meet John his relationship with Sherlock is over already, broken and ruined. Later we - the viewer - get multiple flashback scene, showing us how they first met, how their relationship developed, and why they are not talking with each other anymore, resulting in this glorious moment:

But the show doesn't stop there, it even goes further and shows us how John and Sherlock slowly get closer to each other again. Sitting in the dark, discussing their relationship, the mistakes they made and most important: apologizing.

Still angry at Netflix for cancelling the show.

Of Course we also have other approaches. RDJ Sherlock.

Like BBC Sherlock it leans much more into Crime aspect of the story. But the story still centers around Holmes and Watsons relationship. When we first meet them they have been together long, probably for years. They are already settled in their relationship. They both know their roles in this relationship and they both feel comfortable with it. They behave like an old married couple. And when they fight, it is never serious. The first real problems erupt when Watson decides to marry. And thats the whole core problem of the first movie: Watson moving out of 221B to marry a woman and how Holmes deals with that. He develops from more or less boycotting the marriage to accepting it and gifting Mary and Watson a ring.

The second movie is him trying to accept that his love of his life best friend is married now and trying to solve cases on his own, without Watson. Eventually sacrificing his own life to safe Watson AND Mary. So even though the movies are crime movies, the Johnlock relationship is still the heart of the story.

If the movies wouldn't focus on the Johnlock relationship, the story would be a different one.

Many Johnlock moments in the movies are non-verbal, so excuse the extensive use of gifs here. But there is so much happening on a non-verbal level!

For example the wedding, which is a huge Johnlock moment. John being super nervous before his wedding and you see that Holmes is not happy either, but he still nods, letting Watson know that it is okay and that Watson is making the right decision.

But nevertheless he has to look away when Mary and Watson kiss. The message is clear here. He isn't happy, he is sad because he is loosing the most important person in his life.

Then we have moments like this, (see below) where - during a moment of danger - they cling to each other, making sure the other one is safe. Not being afraid of physical contact. This is something I was also missing in BBC sherlock btw. Physical they always made sure to stay away from each other. When they hugged it was like... a big thing. Which - set in modern times - felt a little bit off. Because in contrast to Miss Sherlock (see below) Holmes was never shown to be actively against physical contact. I wish the production team would have allowed more friendly touches. I mean... ACD Johnlock walks around arm-in-arm and John gets nervous everytime Holmes comes close, because "poeple might talk." Nah...

I think A game of shadows, peaked when Watson and Holmes danced. Because it shows that they have a deep connection. They came from a place where they acted like an old married couple, then being all nervous because of the Watson/Marry wedding, having to re-identify their relationship towards each other, to this finale dance, where - symbolically- they are a couple again. Everything came full circle. It is like: No matter what happens around Watson and Holmes, they will always find their way back to each other. They will always be the center of the story. It will always be them against the rest of the world, no matter what. No excuses.

But acually, the adaptation most close to BBC Sherlock is Miss Sherlock. I mean... it was basically a female japanese copy of BBC Sherlock.

But still... it improved a lot of things. When Sherlock and Wato (Watson) first meet they really can not stand each other. This Sherlock is also rude, but it is really clear that she is on the autism spectrum. She gets overhelmed by too much light and by loud noises. She is really against phyisal contact.

And the most beautiful thing about this adaptation: It knows that in the end Watson will always be Sherlocks weakness. It will not say: "Don't try to drown in the well. Good luck. I am off hugging my sister." (season 4 shade). In Miss Sherlock the finale conflict is: Watson being manipulated to work against Sherlock. Showing, that in the end, it all boils down to their relationship again. And this adaptation wrote a scene that is just.. chef kiss!

When Wato is around, Sherlock is all grumpy towards her. But during the finale Wato is kidnapped. And the show gives us a short look into one of Sherlocks most private moments. The moment she realizes that Wato is kidnapped. A moment where Sherlock is completly alone. And we see a honest and extremly vunerable moment. This one:

Sherlock screaming Watos name in agony. Knowing that she NEEDS Wato. And then she goes and risks everything to save Wato. EVERYTHING!

Her reputation and her life. She is even ready to be killed by Wato.

TL.DR:

So what am I trying to say? That BBC Johnlock has no relationship development? That there isn't any trust between them? Nope, course not.

We see John and Sherlock growing into the relationship, we see Sherlock getting softer because of John, we see John healing because of Sherlock and on the other hand we see Sherlock opening up, telling Watson whats really on his mind. Trying to be a better human, being more social. But imo that should have been the plot of idk... the first season, maybe the second one. Because thats just the beginning. A Johnlock relationship is so mch deeper, holds so much more story potential. Yeah, John and Sherlock belong to ecah other and are good for each other. We know that! Is Sherlock ready to confess his (plantonic) love for Watson by the end of the show? Is Watson so jealous of Sherlocks love interest that he opens a rift in the universe? Is Sherlock having a break down, screaming out Watsons name in agony? I don't want to see John being replaced by a balloon in season 4 (!) and it is played for a joke. Their relationship should be so so so much deeper at that point. For me BBC Sherlock felt like, they stop mid-relationship-development. It feels like Mofftiss said: "John and Sherlock work well with each other and are best friend. What else is there to say?" SO! MUCH! MORE!

They had all this potential, and went nowhere with it. And i don't necessarily mean romantically btw. Eveen Hilson drove into the sunset together eventually...

[blurrycow]

ok so i ended up watching the first three episodes w out my friends because I couldn’t wait (I feel bad now but aaaaaaa) and this is what I learned

- Diego is a shit dad: probably because he never really had a good model to look up to as a kid. I was surprised that his kid was white???? and not adopted??? How does a desi person and a hispanic person have a white biological child????? Please explain, netflix good lord

- on the related note of the child, stanley, he’s fucking fantastic. Kid can make a hell of a molotov cocktail. 

- Reggie is... surprisingly sad this season? He looked kind of like a drowned rat and I almost felt bad for him then i remembered that he locked Klaus in a maloseum

- I expected to like Sloane but she’s kind of manipulative. I don’t know what to think of her.

- Luther acted high the entire time but maybe that’s just how he usually is, I don’t remember. I haven’t watched the other seasons in a long time

- They handled Viktor’s coming out very very well! I loved the different reactions. My brother was talking when Viktor came out to Allison so I didn’t get to hear it, but I especially loved how enthusiastic Luther was about it. 

- Five!!!!!! Five five five. I missed seeing him so so so much. I’m so glad he’s back. I loved how he was able to take a step back and just enjoy! I also found it funny how it was the complete opposite than it was in my World’s Largest Ball Of Twine fic- in the fic, Five was on a mission, and Klaus just wanted to see some sights, so he was the one who yanked the wheel into the exit. In the actual episode, the roles were completely reversed!!! 

- Lila my beloved!!!! She is so so pretty. I will never not find it funny how she and Five can go from killing each other to casual conversation. (Also, the plaid skirt fit???? that was hot as fUCK) (Id let her kill me in a heartbeat) (maybe im just depressed though)

-I am so so so so glad that they are finally letting Allison lose her shit. SHE HAS BEEN THROUGH A HELL OF A LOT OF STUFF!!!! SHE DESERVES TO LOSE IT IF SHE WANTS!!!! and she does and thats fucking fantastic!!! Im so glad for her!!!!!

- klaus’s aunt was only in the show for like a brief two scenes but she’s awesome i love her

- Ben is an asshole, lmao

- I wish Marcus hadn’t died! You theorists got it right. I’m disappointed but not surprised. 

- I know Grace was religious in the comics but not THIS RELIGIOUS JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ICONIC ‘HARGREEVES IS NOT GOD’ PANEL??? Grace honey the kugelblitz is not your lord and savior 

- (Gerard Way, please see a therapist)

- my immediate thought was JAYME THE RAINWING but she’s actually got a super cool power. The dance scene had me in literal tEARS

- on that note Five’s scene with Dolores!! Jayme that was cruel. 

- (does anyone else know what he was saying to Dolores? I know it was italian but I don’t know italian) 

- Alphonso was pretty cool! HOW on earth did all you fanfic writers predict the voodoo doll thing???? 

- HARLAN. I GUESSED HIM AS SOON AS I SAW THE CASSETTES. It made me so happy to see him!!! I missed him!!!! 

- AND ALSO MR. PENNYCRUMB. I saw the collar and immediatley went “THATS HIM THATS MY DOG” and he didnt end up belonging to Five but its oKAy (and then he fucking DIED)

- Luther child. people know what condoms are

- Christopher is so weird wtf. he dont even got a personality he just a cube

- if i have more notes ill reblog this post but i dont remember them rn

[scarofthewind]

How would the slashers react to meeting some of their s/o's ex's and realising they, the slashers, have a lot of insecurities when it comes to being good enough for their s/o. I just really want to see some hurt/comfort but with the slashers needing the comfort.

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to write, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst to fluff, hurt comfort, smidge of sexual themes (Michael obviously)

word count: 818 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would get mad and become distant:

Michael Myers: He had plans about killing your ex as he allowed himself to fill with hatred, not knowing that he was distancing himself from you. It wasn’t until you called him out on it that he froze. “He would treat you better,” Michael says, watching you sigh and shake your head. It’s hard to convince him that you’re more than happy to be with him, but once you do, he spends the rest of the night making sweet love to you with your ex tied up in the closet, watching the scene unfold. 

Bo Sinclair: When he meets your ex, his world goes black and he immediatley goes to his shop, locking himself in there. He breaks things when he’s mad and that’s how you find him bleeding from cutting his hand on broken glass. “I’m not good for you, can’t you see that?” He’ll shout as you try to help him; that’s when everything becomes clear and you frown. It takes you grabbing his face roughly in your hands and telling him just how much you love and care for him, before his world becomes a little less black.

Charles Lee Ray: His anger is quiet as he works his way through a pack of cigarettes the night after he ran into your ex. Every little thing he’s tried to keep pushed down resurfaced once he saw that bastard’s face. When you come out onto the balcony and ask him if he’s alright, the look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, “You deserve someone who can treat you like the amazing woman you are; that someone isn’t me.” You shake your head at his words, moving to grab his face and press your lips to his. The rest of the night is spent with you reminding him of all the things he’s done for you and how much you love him.

Who would push you away:

Jason Voorhees: Of course your ex was good looking; in Jason’s eyes, everyone else always was. He won’t notice that he’s slowly pushing you away until a few weeks later when you confront him on the matter; that’s when he caves. I don’t want you to leave me, he tries to say, his heart aching at the thought of you walking out the door one day and never coming back. Just hug him tightly and press a kiss to his face, telling him that you’re never leaving his side.

Norman Bates: “You deserve someone better,” Norman says quietly, your eyes widening at his words after you ask him what’s wrong. He’d been brushing you off the past couple of days and it all led back to when he met your ex. It takes a few days for him to get out of this funk he’s in of not being good enough, but you assure him that he’s the only man you’ll ever want to be with.

Thomas Hewitt: He thinks your ex is rather tiny compared to him, but he still feels the impending gloominess surround him at the fact that he wasn’t your first love. “I’m not good enough for you,” he’ll admit after a fight the both of you had; Thomas had slowly been shutting you out and it was starting to kill you until you asked him about it. The man only begins to feel better once you tell him that even though he may not have been your first love, he will certainly be your last. 

Who would need heavy reassurance:

Brahms Heelshire: With him having abandonment issues, he needs to know you won’t leave him. He knows he’s not good enough for you and after seeing your ex, he realizes just how bad he is for you. “You’ll never leave me right?” He’ll ask you, eyes wide with a crazed panic; a fear of being alone that you knew well. He won’t leave your side for a few days after that so don’t plan on going anywhere but the kitchen, bathroom and the bedroom.

Vincent Sinclair: The moment he see’s your ex, he feels his world cave in. Of course you’d have been with someone normal before you met Vincent, but he didn’t think it would hurt him this much. “Will you love me forever?” He asks, his eyes puffy and red from the crying he won’t admit to. Please hold him and tell him that he’s the only man who you will ever hold in your heart.

Bubba Sawyer: You find Bubba silently crying, his fingers digging into his hair as he slowly rocks himself back and forth. As soon as he saw your ex, he had to get away; Bubba never thought he deserved you and now he knew just how much he didn’t. “Don’t go,” he’ll sniffle when you hug him, letting him cry into your shoulder as you rub his back and tell him that you aren’t going anywhere.

[bleulone]

Can we talk about about how Colin looked in ep 1 when he first saw Marina compared to how he looked when he saw Pen in ep 8. Almost the exact same look! Of course his look to Penelope is probably more about his guilt because he brushed her off when she tried to warn him but still..progress! Lol and then when he's getting ready to leave for Greece, he glanced towards Penelope's home. I think they're having Colin's feelings for her grow gradually in the show instead of all of a sudden like in the books.

Hey! Thank you for this insightful ask of yours :) Sorry for the late answer, I took a long time to write this— without further ado, here we go!

Indeed, Polin is first and foremost a story of gazes, those gazes being of many natures. Whether they are love ones, friendly ones, admirative ones or lustful ones, looking imposes itself to be a huge parameter in Penelope and Colin’s love story.

In order to understand that on screen, film-making has at its disposal a very rich and smart langage of its own. Sometimes, comparision helps to underlines the differences between one character’s relationship with person A mirorring person B. I feel like Shondaland and Chris Van Dussen wanted to introduce the audience to the evolution of our Bridgerton men’s perception of Love. For instance, while Anthony views attachement— to Siena— as a way to escape his responsibilities before becoming his villain (...until our queen ma’am Kate Sheffield comes to the picture), Benedict doesn’t comprehend this universal concept and prefers to enjoy the many physical pleasures life can offer. In other words, the older brothers already explored their sexuality here and there, making them the infamous rakes that they are. As for Colin, it’s a complete other thing.

Colin is young. Very young. At 21, he’s just left Eton College and barely knows anything of the world nor women. Like Anthony said in 1x06, Colin hasn’t been taken to brothels which is a very important step in the building of young men’s sentimental and sexual education during that time period. Since he missed this essential step, our sweet/immature boy has no clue about how to deal sagaciously with his feelings and his “foolish” impulses, baring his naivety. At this point of the story, we can easily come to the conclusion that Colin is a virgin who can’t drive XD. He’s just a child overcame by his passions, a hopelessly romantic who rushes things without taking the time to properly court or know his significant other. And his off-screen flirtation with those supposed numerous girls in London isn’t of any help to justify his (oh so little) experience. So when he sees Marina, he’s so struck by her... mainly by her alluring appearance. And he doesn’t seem to let his eyes nor mind go beyond her exquisite beauty.

In this perspective, the whole Colin/Marina storyline can be perceived as a parallelism to the Pen/Colin’s one. In 1x01, he is immediatley smitten with a dancing Miss Thompson, which happens to be ironically the same case with a 17 year-old Pen but with him. We got to see her, a few moments ago, dreamily looking at him from the back of the dancefloor (echoeing the episode where she fell madly in love with him after he fell off his horse at Hyde Park). She’s charmed by his dashing look and his kindness, yet she doesn’t seem to know anything else about him considering the rare conversations they share. Her burning gaze fits the original story from Julia Quinn’s books because in Romancing Mister Bridgerton, the 28 year-old spinster Penelope do realize later on that Colin is more than a good looking man : he’s a human who possesses a temper and flaws.

Either way, both of our boos are portrayed as hopelessly young people in love who childishly idealize the objects of their affection.

In 1x08, it’s the other way around. It’s Colin who sees Pen first, her who appears to wear the yellow dress’ lookalike from the pilot—what an interesting call back ^^. With his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide open, we can catch sight of the timid spark of a change in his gaze : Colin Bridgerton notices Penelope Featherington. He‘s touched by the realization that she cares about him. It would be rather inappropriate of me to say that Colin is already in love with her. However, in the finale, I do believe that he’s more struck by her high level of deep care for him than her beauty.

We are thus able to spot two big differences in Colin’s relationship with women in this season : when his attraction to Marina was purely physical and rushed, his attraction with Penelope is more emotional and slow. And for now, he comes to cherish his special bond with her, especially after she tried to warn him of the dangerous trap he was about to fall into. Even if he just sees her as his younger sister’s best friend right now, Pen matters in his life. And it’s still a little yet important progress for sure.

Speaking of which, I agree with you that this look of awe as well as realization is mostly mixed up with guilt. Since he didn’t take into account her words, he felt the strong need to apologize. But bear in mind that guilt formulates a considerable part in Colin’s feelings for Pen... and it’s only the very beginning. In the future, he’ll blame himself for not seeing her as the beautiful goddess and siren that she is in the first place. He’ll blame himself for not reciprocating the feelings for her.... Though at the moment, due to his lack of experience with women, Colin is oblivious to Pen’s obvious signs of sorrow when he told her he’s leaving for Greece/Cyprus. Next time, he’ll detect her sadness and won’t let her go, I’m sure of it (if he doesn’t I’ll riot).

Furthermore, I’m so glad you brought up the scene where Colin glances at the Featherington house. I had the same thought as well. When you put this still and the one where Pen is crying while looking at her window side by side, it even seems like they’re looking at each other. In a way, it implicitly confirms Pen’s key role in his final decision... After all, she’s the one who inadvertently inspired him right ?

The act of traveling has always been seen as cathartic since leaving home to discover yourself allows you to heal your broken heart and soul. It’s natural for Colin to do this. To make his first real steps into the world. His choice is quite relatable more than it is essential for his arc in the series. I can’t wait for him to come back all changed, hot ^^ and mature. I think, like you said, they are planning on making him progressively falling in love with her. Colin’s feelings will gradually leave the platonic zone to explore and officially stay in the intimate zone throughout the seasons.

Overall, the Colin/Marina and Colin/Penelope parallel in s1 mostly helps viewers to compare the way Colin evolves from being a stubborn naive boy to a heartbroken young man who’s aware of his crutial need for Experience. His coming of age, just like Pen’s, has just begun. And they will surely lead to our boy changing himself into the true charming rake that he’s meant to be and our girl into a more confident woman. Consequently, I think their story won’t take 10 years but rather at the very least 5 years perhaps to fit the TV timeline. Once Polin will finally be able to discuss, we’ll hopefully get to see more interesting nuances and shades added to the portrait they painted of one another over the years. They’re indispensable to the slow build up of their emotions/attraction as well as the shattering of their childish idealization/perception of each other.

All in all, I’m so loving the fact that season 1 beautifully sets up the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story. This first installment is like an expository scene of a play. It leaves a trail of clues and pieces of information here and there at the reach every viewers who can pick them up and analyze what can be the main themes which will determine one character’s story arc/romance. With Polin we have : admiration, wit, love and friendship, desillusionment. (I know they are more but it’s all I can think of rn lol).

If we’re already emotional messes just with the mere power of them looking at each other, imagine when they’ll actually talk and share real conversations. It’s going to be a long way to canon but luv me some good fluffy angsty steamy slow burn :) ✨ I hope this long of mine answers your ask ahah, even if I talked about many things other than just Polin’s looks. Also, sorry if you spot some grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

[natewrightt]

Hello, could you write a fluff Five x reader where they got married in secret while in the 60s and the siblings realize after seeing the couple being cute together and they think it's adorable how in love Five is ?

Please, love ur blog 😊💖

 Summary: Five Hargreeves enjoyed the sixties a lot more then he originally thought he would.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x criminal!reader

Warnings: none

Note: I added so many details because I love this concept LMAO. also I don’t know how I would be able to make them married because he’s in a 13 year old body??? but yeah I tried djddoidjkijsds 💖

“Hey, stop right there!” the cashier of Manny’s Groceries shouted, grabbing everybody’s attention.

But she didn’t stop.

She turned around and flipped the worker off, then ran faster out of the scene and she completely disappeared by the time the police had arrived. And besides, they didn’t have much to go by. The girl was wearing a large hoodie with leggings and converse. It was pointless.

That girl was none other then Y/N L/N, a 13 year old ‘criminal’ who lived on the main floor of an apartment building without anyone knowing. However, mentally, she was 60. A long time ago, her body was frozen by her parents because the girl suffered from a sickness that didn’t have a cure. Just recently she was unfrozen and given the cure, but her parents had died and now she’s all alone, stealing from stores just to survive. 

Y/N arrived in the apartment building and practically collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Looking through the bag, she was relieved to find her favorite item: waffles. She would eat those delicious things if they were stepped on by the worlds dirtiest pair of boots. The starving girl stuffed about 3 in her mouth, being sure to swallow it down with a water bottle she had found on the ground outside. It wasn’t the best life to live, but it certainly wasn’t the worst.

She gazed at the clock on the wall. Shit! Y/N was going to be late. Getting up and running towards Elliot Gussman’s door, she was surprised to see that it was open. That paranoid man always locked his door.

You could say that Y/N was Elliot’s friend, or you could say that she was really interested in his crazy theories he makes up. Either way, it’s still fun.

“Elliot?” she called, holding the box of waffles like it was a weapon. The ruffling noise in the room had got quiet, and Y/N gulped. “Hey, if it’s not a good time, then-”

Suddenly, a boy that appeared her age was in front of her in a flash of blue. She was so taken aback that she fell over. However, she caught herself and the boy furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly impressed.

“Do you know Elliot?” He asked, weary of her every move. She scoffed, deciding to be sarcastic towards him.

“No, I just happened to walk into the room calling Elliot. Elliot as in my dead cat. Have you seen him, by the way? He’s ab-”

He covered her mouth with his hand, rolling his eyes. Y/N was prepared though, and quickly bit down causing the boy to scream curses, letting go. She ran to Elliot.

“You okay? What happened? Did he hurt you?” She asks frantically, checking for injuries. Y/N would never let the only person who treated her with respect get hurt. 

“No, It’s fine. We’re fine.” He responds in a panicked voice. Too panicked. She looks back at the boy who’s smirking at her.

“Yeah. Let the adults talk, okay princess?”

- 

The 3 of them sat in Elliot’s living room. He was explaining his theories to the boy (named Five, out of all the names to exist) and he was very interested in the theories Elliot was talking about, except he actually believed them. One them being how the man saw people come out of ‘black holes’ in the exact same spot at different time periods. He was SO interested, in fact, that he offered to look for them.

That made Y/N suspicious.

Very suspicious.



After some very serious research (stalking) she had come to a conclusion that Five Hargreeves was from 2019 and he accidentally teleported his family to different parts of 1963 and were now determind to get back to their original home. It intruiged her a lot if she was being completly honest. Luckily, Elliot had eventually made a little room for her to stay in and Five was often there. So, her and Elliot were officially “part of the gang” as some people would put it.

After some time, Five and her got along REALLY well. They were both incredibly smart (and both mentally the same age but that was past the point) and had the same hobbies and interests. It wasn’t long before a relationship had started.

Well, it wasn’t labeled. And they certainly weren’t friends. Friends don’t share secret kisses and hold hands under the table.

And they thought that they could keep it secret.

And for awhile, they did.

-

Luther and Diego entered the house to find a dead Elliot on a chair. They were both very saddened by this, but it quickly turned into concern when the two of them couldn’t find Y/N anywhere.

She was always with him.

So you can only imagine the panicked state Five was in when he came in.

“What do you MEAN you don’t know where she is?!” He seethed, looking around. “How is she not with him? She’s ALWAYS with him!”

“Five, I’m sure we’ll find her-”

“Your reassurance is useless. I’LL find her, not you imbeciles. Now do us all a favor and stay here and...behave please. I’ll be back whenever.” And with that being said he teleported away.

-

In honesty, Five wasn’t that worried. He knew exactly where she was. It was a hiding spot she would go to whenever she felt sad or nervous. He went there immediatley to find her in the fetal position in the corner, crying and covered with Elliot’s blood.



“Y/N?” He asked weakly. She looked at him.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Her voice broke. Five couldn’t bare to do anything but nod sadly, looking away. 

“It’s my fault.” She muttered, barely audible for him to hear. “I...I watched them, Five. I watched 3 guys beat the absolute shit out of him...I did nothing. I just ran! Like an idiot! He would be alive if I had just been there! Bu-”

Then Five did something that she (and he) never thought he would do.

He wrapped his arms around her torso and hugged her.

For the most part, Five wasn’t an affectionate person. The only thing he would allow were small touches on the hand if he was scared (which wasn’t often) and pecks on the lips if he was really feeling it.

It took her by surprise, but she melted into it, letting tears fall into his shoulder. He let her go when he noticed that her breathing was finally back to normal.

“You okay?” He asked softly again, wiping the remaining tears off of her face with the pad of his thumbs. She sniffed and nodded, making him smile.

“Not that this isn’t adorable...which, it is, but Five? We gotta go!” Diego’s voice was heard in front of them. They both gasped, turning to him with red faces.

“What are YOU doing here?!” he seethed, helping Y/N up. He chuckled before holding out a tracking device that showed Five’s location.

“Just in case you decided to turn against us at some point, I had this.” He explained, a smirk planted on his face. 

“Whatever, let’s go.” Five mumbled, walking out of the room, his face still a nice shade of red. However, Diego turned to the girl.

“Sorry about Elliot.” He ruffled her hair before exiting.

-

GUYS I KNOW THIS IS TRASH AND HER BACKSTORY DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE BUT BARE WITH ME HERE IM RUNNING ON 1 HOUR OF SLEEP AND CAFFEINE HFJKIUJHNDKIUJSK 

[haleigh-sloth]

I think I was that Gaara anon. I love him and his backstory broke me and his character progression (never saw that) ....well I can't wait for you to get to that. There's something about these bad guys with heartbreaking childhoods, Gaara and Shigaraki, Dabi, Juuzou (although him being a bad guy kinda depends on the side, so much grey area). Gaara will always hold a piece of my heart. Keep us posted on your thoughts. But be warned the bad guys are sooooo interesting. The number of great characters 👌

I only had one person mention Gaara so it HAS to be you!

It might just be because I'm reading them both simultaneously, but there are a lot of things in Naruto that really remind me of BNHA. Not in a bad way at all.

Gaara is definitely interesting because at first he's just..not likable at all and you don't know anything about him, and even his siblings are just...so scared of him. And him calling his sand "mother", uh, yeah. It just immediately made me think of Shigaraki. That, and these two scenes:

When I got to that scene for Gaara I was like 👀 and I immediatley knew pain was coming. And...my gut feeling was right lol.

I did watch Tokyo Ghoul but I've been told I should have actually read it, and now I'm not sure I ever really will because I kinda spoiled it for myself. But I do remember Juuzou's backstory and that was...rough. It was sad. Yeah. I can't say I got super attached to Tokyo Ghoul though, but that's probably because I should have read it instead of watched it 🤦🏻‍♀️

Now I've heard several times that Horikoshi really liked Naruto, and I think I may have read that somewhere too but I can't be too sure, but it's...very obvious with how BNHA is playing out. This really must just be my type of story because I have tried to pick up several completed manga over the past year to read through while following BNHA, and this one has captured me the quickest and held my interest. I'm not a terribly fast reader (and I'm busy as fuck I hate adult life) so I'm only 138 chapters in, but I can sit and read it for hours until I either have to go to bed or have to complete other obligatory tasks. So, even though y'all don't know me well, just know that me being able to sit and read this for so much at a time really says how much I like it. People who like BNHA, I really recommend they check out Naruto if they haven't. The length of it turned me off to it but I decided to just do it after seeing another blog I follow on here read through it and enjoy it.

I really really enjoy it so far and it's kinda right up my alley. Just overall a feel good story. Saving people from themselves, saving people from loneliness, showing the good in people through characters and writing stories like this. That's a common thing in all the manga I've read so far so....yeah Naruto is definitely right up my alley and I'm glad I started reading it. I'll definitely keep talking about it the further into it I get lol.

[umbrellasource]

my thoughts on season 2

or rather, a list of things i didn’t like about it and a few things i did. spoiler warning, of course :~)

hello friends, thank you for joining me on my journey to convince the world to hate season 2 - I’M KIDDING LOL i liked season 2, but there are quite a few things i wasn’t that happy with and i’m going to cry about them like a baby now.

1. my second biggest disappoint with this season... NO HAZEL!!! i’m devastated!!!! i absolutely love hazel’s character and the depth cameron britton brought to the role.. i can’t believe they killed him so quickly :( maybe cameron had other work commitments but man i’m so sad. i seriously felt the lack of his presence this season and it was a dynamic that was sorely missed imo. the swedes could never.

2. the plot moved slower than i’d like. season 1 was very well paced, it felt non-stop, and like they were always working towards a goal, moving somewhere. some parts of season 2 felt slow or like things had come to a standstill and we were just watching them live rather than seeing them work towards something. which is fine if that’s what you’re into, but for me i think TUA works best when it’s GOGOGO like in season 1, and when it wasn’t, we had really intimate character moments, which i felt season 2 lacked.

3. the music didn’t hit as hard :( when i think of season 1 i can immediatley name a multitude of iconic scenes with the soundtrack - five murdering everyone in the doughnut shop, the bowling alley fight, i think we’re alone now OF COURSE, the slowmo montage to all die young, hazel and chacha burning the prosthetics building, gerard’s cover of happy together, five walking through the apocalypse to noel gallagher, run boy run, etcetcetc. those all just came off the top of my head. when thinking about season 2 i can only name two scenes off the top of my head (frank sinatra and backstreet boys). which is pretty sad.

4. the characterisation felt weaker overall. it didn’t feel as complex or deep whereas i felt season 1 really delved into each character and explored them a lot more. they all felt slightly watered down, especially luther, oh my god!! they turned him into a characeture whose only purpose is to eat a lot of food and pull silly faces. that was really disappointing. i’d hoped we’d get some scenes with him where he’d discuss all the pressure put on him by their dad, the guilt he feels for screwing up, insecurity etc. the scene with him and five in the club only scratched the surface. plus, allison only mentioned her daughter two times? it was really bizarre to me, it literally seemed like she’d forgotten about her. and speaking of forgetting family members... 

5. why does nobody give a shit about ben. i’m fuMING. they all saw ben in the season 1 finale and then they didn’t even care to mention him other than five asking if ben was there once, only once the family were all back together mind you, and when klaus said no, none of them even questioned it. despite the fact that klaus very clearly is talking/bickering with a spirit in front of them several times. none of the are like ‘uuhh klaus are you talking to ben or like...’ and that is really goddamn sad. ben deserved so much better.

6. ben’s arc in general! this is my biggest disappointment with this season. personally i’d really hoped they’d go the route that klaus would learn to control his powers and manifest ben in the real world for limited periods of time, like when ben punched him in the face or when ben pulled klaus and diego out from under the falling roof of the academy. and then eventually, when the show ended, ben could ~move on~ and go to the afterlife after being able to spend time with his family. but nooo. he’s back to being invisible, uncared about, forgotten and miserable. i like that they let him possess klaus for a bit and experience the world again, that was nice. though when it turned out klaus had already slept with his crush and she called him d*ddy i did my bigget sigh ever. and he’s just gone now. he doesn’t even get to go to heaven. he’s just. nothing. and vanya is the only one who even acknowledged it (other than klaus obviously). i swear to god, if season 3 doesn’t do a scene where klaus ~dies~ for a bit and goes to the afterlife again and sees ben there, i will RIOT. 

7. didn’t much like klaus’ storyline this season either. the cult thing was a bit weird and wasn’t done in the way i’d expected them to do it at all. i thought klaus would be a lot more sombre and serious this season too without the drugs to distract him, but he still acted high and Quirky the whole time, which is a shame, i’d love to have seen some more depth added to his character. plus, i thought he took the drugs because the ghosts were always bothering him.. we literally didn’t see any other than ben. also the stuff with dave was... Not Good. the kid they cast as dave had zero chemistry with klaus/robert, and he looked super young so it was.. kind of weird to see klaus be all like I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. and i don’t think it even went anywhere. it just seemed pointless to me.

8. i felt like the fallout from the previous season was really glossed over. like vanya just forgot everything and everyone else is kinda like *shrugs* ah well. idk man i feel like there would’ve been a much bigger emotional cost and internal turmoil than there was. 

9. i hated the ending. sorry. it felt really ~generic superhero story~, as did the siblings vs commission thing in the last episode, which TUA isn’t supposed to be. and emo ‘ben’ made me cringe gfhjskkdfj. plus the oopsy we did a timeline fucky thing is getting a lil old now but whatever. plus the sparrow academy means a bunch of new characters which means screentime will get even more split from the main siblings, which i don’t want. 

so yeah.. i have some gripes with season 2. that said....

i did like some things!! i loved vanya having a female love interest, hell yeah. i loved five meeting old five, their dynamic was really fun and the dude who played old five was great, i feel like he really delivered his lines the same way aidan does. lila was cool too, i really liked the actress, she did great. seeing the siblings get closer was really nice too. 

overall, i’d give the season a 6.5/10, so yeah, i did still enjoy it!!! i just don’t think it was as good as season 1, by quite a long way, and i have some things i didn’t like. feel free to disagree with me tho, i’m just a big dumb idiot. and thanks for reading :~)

[thejedicounselor]

Solo (Part 1)

Note: Hi y’all this is the beginning of a series, I’m not sure how long it will be but remember, I’m doing 31 days. So, this series should be done quickly, i’ll 100% make a masterlist after the 31 days so that all of those imagines, this series, x readers, lemons, and whatever else gets created is neatly organized. Back to the point, I hope you like this series, here’s part one, lets kick it!

Ahch-To: In The Beginning 

“Keep her safe. Don’t let her presence be known to anyone else in this galaxy. No one can learn of her existence. She may not have the force, or be a Jedi, and I say that with little confidence because I myself do not know. But I thank you heavily for keeping her here and protecting her. I’ll owe you big for this one Luke.” The familiar man in the oddly shade of blue cape spoke to Luke, and handed him a small bundle that contained y/n. 

“I’ll do my best to keep her safe and have her blend in with my students, she’ll be perfectly fine here with us.” Luke spoke back to the man, looking y/n in the eyes as you spoke in baby gibberish, reaching out toward the Jedi. 

Some final words, thanks, and an agreement later the man in the cape left on his ship and the raising and keeping of y/n began. 

Ahch-To: The Other Younglings Arrive

Luke decides to introduce you into the training scene after a few kids join, just so it doesn’t look even a little bit suspicious. The kids there when you’re introduced are Finnick Jecara, Astra Hero, and Ben Solo. You would be the second girl evening out the gender pool. 

“Y/N, come here, today is the day.” Luke suited you up in pale tan and white robes, you pulled your hair back into a very very messy bun. 

“I get to meet my friends today! Oh my gosh this is so exiciting I can’t believe today is the day.” You jumped around exicidedly, you’d always wanted to have new friends, or any friends at all. Currently an older Luke Skywalker was the only person you could consider a friend, a father, a cook, a nurse, and a Jedi. You’d never known anyone else besides him and the help who you honestly couldn’t understand. 

“Y/N I understand you’re excitement, but please keep it at bay just a little. You have to act like you’ve been around kids before, you need to be convincing that you came from somewhere other than right here with me.” He spoke in a serious tone, getting down to your level, and looking directly into your eyes. 

Though you didn’t totally understand this much, you nodded and calmed your jets. A fast meditation session later you were ready to be introduced to the other kids. Nerves shocked your body, you wanted to impress Luke, but you also were still subconsciously excited to see and meet these other kids. 

Walking out of a hut, there stood the three children with Luke, Luke smiled at your calm demeanor and kindness of your wave and smile. 

“Alright kids, today we have a new member to training, meet Y/N.” He gestured toward you as you stood to his left. All the kids waved at you and gave you a smile. 

Immediatley there was a connection,that wasn’t the force, between you and the dark haired boy standing in front of you to the far right as soon as you made clear eye contact. He felt it too and laughed quietly as you too let out a quiet giggle. 

Ahch-To: Years In

You and Ben Solo had been absolutely inseperable best friends since the age of him 13, you 10, but were always just a little more since you met at  You constanly dueled against each other, studied everything from balance to darkness together, read through Jedi texts, went on the most incredible night adventures/climbs, and never seized to make one another smile. You told each other absolutely everything and expressed yourselves completely to each other. 

In the teenage years your relationship flourished, your closeness grew into an absolute unconditional and undying love. There was nothing more pure or true for the two of you other than that. The two of you slept in the same hut sometimes, always ran around together, wished each other luck on trials Luke would have you each individually go through, and contiue to have fun just as you did in your middle school aged years.

At the early ages of adulthood for him and almost 20 for you, you saw a conflict in Bens heart and soul. Even though he barely talked about it, he knew you could see it and feel it anytime you made eye contact or you touched his skin. His moods began to flicker like a dying light more and more often. He began to want different things out of the relationship, just to feel something sometimes, and you knew that. One night you took that statement as far as you could, and ended up staying the night in his hut one last time. 

Ahch-To: Vanishing

Weeks after your night with Ben you feel horribly ill, and unlike yourself in every physical way. You told Luke and he sent you off with some of the help. They took you to a medical bay where it was determined you were in fact pregnant. And you knew exactly who the father was. 

Luke waited for you, and the second you were back you told him the news, and included the name of the father. Luke sat in shock, but after that passed he had a plan. He’d felt the darkness in Ben and didn’t want you to go with him, not just because of the pregnancy, but because of keeping you a secret to the galaxy. He planned to send you away to a median planet, who was underdeveloped, stayed out of all conflicts, and no one really knew of its existence. You didn’t understand why, considering the fact you had no idea that no one except the people and creatures on this planet knew of your existence. So, Luke used his second reasoning about Ben and his rising darkness. Luke had no real idea how to stop it or what to do. He had barely any plan, but sent you away a day before the incident would occur.. The day before Ben would burn down the temple, massacre your fellow comrads, and join the First Order..

[gaycrouton]

UST PLEASE!!! I love your movie night couch stories. Could you do one where things get really hot and maybe go farther than scully's ready for because she'd still scared of ruining things and she runs away

UST you say? Then UST you shall recieve!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope this fits what you wanted!!

Whenever he picked out movies for his movie nights with Scully, he’d always been apprehensive about picking romantic comedies, or, more specifically, anything with sex scenes. It wasn’t that he assumed Scully would be uncomfortable with it, it was just that he personally couldn’t help but think of her whenever he watched anything of the sort and he felt like it would be embarrassing with her right next to him. He couldn’t help it, when he saw couples that obviously should be together, he thought of his relationship with Scully. When he saw a sex scene, his mind would immediatley jump to ‘what if that was Scully and I?’ He liked to blame seven years of sexual tension for his predicament.

For the past few weeks, he’d been doing really good at avoiding any movies that caused any awkwardness. But, of course, nothing lasts forever.

He’d like to know what director thought it would be a good idea to put in such a gratuitous make out scene in the middle of a sci-fi film. For a moment, he genuinely feared he accidentally put in one of the tapes from his personal collection and based on the surprised expression on Scully’s face, so did she.

It was wet, it was noisey, and there was a lot of tongue. So much tongue. The licking, the slurping, the frenching-it was a lot. He didn’t know whether to apologize or make a joke, but luckily Scully spoke up.

“Is he… is he sucking on her tongue?” she asked slowly.

He turned to her and saw her face had taken on an expression of disbelief. An expression that he felt himself taking on. “Yeah?”

She turned to him, surprised at his affirming response. “Is that something people do?”

“You’ve never had someone suck on your tongue?” Mulder asked incredulously. It wasn’t that he thought tongue-sucking wasn’t a necessity when it came to making out, but it just felt like something at least one of the lucky men who’d been able to kiss Scully would have tried.

“What, have you?” she asked, her brows furrowing as her lips quirked up in amusement, turning away from the on-screen kiss that had sparked the conversation in the first place.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged, watching her pivot herself to face him on the couch, bringing one leg up onto the cushion.

He felt warmth spread to the back of his neck and he knew it didn’t have anything to do with the six pack they’d downed during the last movie. When she came over, he’d assumed it would go the same as it had the past few months they’d been doing this little arrangement. She brought the beer and pizza, he gave her a choice between two movies he’d picked out at Blockbuster, they hung out for a few hours, inevitably watched both movies just to spend more time together, and parted ways at the end of the night with a hug and sometimes, as of late, a small kiss on the side of the mouth.

He definitely didn’t imagine they’d be talking about this.

“Did they just suck on yours or did you suck on theirs?” she asked, playful curiosity brimming in her eyes.

“Both,” he replied honestly. “It feels like an experimental rite of passage.”

“What do you mean?” she prompted.

“There are so many ways to make out, it’s like an ever-evolving dance. Part of the fun, I think, is trying new things and exploring your partner as much as you can,” he answered. The use of 'partner’ had been a subconscious slip, but from the way Scully’s eyes ever so slightly widened, she picked up on it.

“How does it feel?”

“What? Sucking on a tongue?” he smirked. The scientist was clearly coming out in Scully. She’d found something she was unfamiliar with, and her brain was on fire trying to fill in the gaps and satisfy her curiosity.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

His eyes quickly flickered towards her lips before shooting to the coffee table. “It’s like sucking on a lip, but…uh…wetter? And it feels like-like a pleasant sucking sensation when it’s happening to you?” he started, trying to explain but failing miserably.

She smirked at his attempt with a cocked eyebrow. “How enticing.”

“It feels better than it sounds. I promise. I’m just explaining it poorly,” he chuckled, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. He waggled his brows suggestively, and jokingly stated, “I teach better through demonstration than explanation.”

“Okay,” she replied coquettishly.

He laughed once before her reply really registered. “Wait-what?”

“Demonstrate,” she teased, before sticking her pink, little tongue out between her full lips.

“Really?” he gawked.

“I just wanna get this life experience,” she replied, her slight tipsiness making itself known through her lazy speech.

He felt his pulse thudding against his neck. For some reason this felt insurmountably more lewd than the small kisses they’d shared, regardless of the fact he’d just been insisting this part of making out was nothing unusual, it was overwhelming when it was her.

Deciding he’d be an idiot not to take the gift being offered to him right now, he scooted closer to her on the couch and leaned his face close to hers. Mulder wrapped his lips around her tongue, his lips grazing hers completely in the process. Her tongue was too small to really get a good hold of it, especially since her lips were closed, so it really just felt like he was puckering and unpuckering his lips against hers.

It was probably his shoddy execution that caused her to smile and laugh, resulting in her tongue slipping back into her mouth as she chuckled against his mouth.

He joined her, their laughter mixing between their parted lips, when he locked eyes with her. “It’s hard when your lips are closed,” he smirked.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she implored, regaining her composure. The whole situation was strange, and maybe it was because they were so used to dealing with weirdness that lessened the awkwardness of this moment. He liked to think it was their reliance on excuses to push their relationship forward. Heaven forbid they just cop to the fact they wanted this - all their intimacies had to be hidden behind 'it was just a New Years’ peck’ or 'I was just saying goodnight’ or 'I’m just showing you a kissing technique’. The excuses were getting flimsier over time, but they were clearly still in swing.

She stopped laughing and took on an expression of faux seriousness, sticking her tongue out, but this time her mouth was parted. It made it easier for his lips to press against hers as he drew her tongue in between his lips. Her mouth felt pillowy soft against his and he was temporarily stunned at the feeling. It wasn’t until he felt her tongue squirm a little that he remembered what he was doing. Using a gentle suction, he played with Scully’s tongue, rolling it in between his lips and applying a small amount of pressure.

His tongue came out to brush against hers and the sensation caused her to jolt and gasp, stealing the air out of his mouth and breaking the kiss at the same time. “Sorry,” she panted against him, not withdrawing away from his leaning form.

He opened his eyes and saw she was blushing, redness staining her cheeks. “So?” he prompted, his voice coming out lower and breathier than he’d intended.

“Can I try?” she asked, her voice matching his.

He nodded and stuck his tongue out in response, filing away the mental image of Scully lowering her eyes to his mouth as she leaned in to him. Unlike himself, Scully didn’t avoid touching tongues from the get go. Hers slid against his immediately as her lips puckered against his own. For a moment, she broke again, laughing into his mouth before resolutely trying again. He felt her bringing his tongue into her mouth with a slight suction as she ran her tongue back and forth over his.

His hands felt like they were charged with electricity as he struggled to keep them at his sides. He wanted to touch her, bring her closer to him, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Mulder felt her intake a sharp breath through her nose as she opened her jaw and closed it again against his, turning what had been a demonstration into a deep kiss.

He didn’t have to hold himself back for much longer as she took the first step into her own hands by raising her hands up and placing them on either side of his neck, holding him to her. Taking the hint, he pressed his lips harder into hers as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, pulling it in between his lips so he could suck on it gently.

Then she moaned. It was small, clearly involuntary, but she moaned because of the kiss they were sharing and suddenly he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He grabbed her sides first before wrapping his arms around her ribs, pulling her body flush against his. She readjusted herself so that her arms were thrown around his neck and shoulders as she leaned back, pulling their weight down so that her back was on the arm of the couch with him leaning over her.

The movement caused her perfume to waft towards him and it added a layer of realness to their current position. He was kissing his partner, his Scully, and his body was on fire with the knowledge. He was acutely aware of the fact he was tenting in his pants - his usual attraction to Scully in overdrive with the proximity and intimacy they were sharing right now.

One of his hands wandered from her side to her upper thigh and stroked the tense, clothed muscle he felt beneath his palm. Though he’d simply just wanted to touch her, he felt her leg relax under his ministrations as her knees, which had been awkwardly bent between them, spread until they were on either side of his waist. His hips were rubbing against her inner thigh and it felt like heaven. Scully’s hands timidlymoved so that she was entangling her fingers in his hair and drawing him as close to her as she could.

However, her desire for closeness went father than either of them had intended, and it resulted in his erection nestling into the juncture of her thighs, causing them both to break the kiss and gasp in between gritted teeth. He lowered his head so that his forehead was resting against her neck as he felt her pulse thrumming rapidly.

He’d expected her to be abhorred by the obvertness of his arousal, but, much to his surprise, he felt her hips shift upwards towards him, causing her to grind herself against his hard on. A low rumbling groan erupted from deep in his throat as her shaky hands came up to stroke his back and neck. He could feel her trembling underneath him and he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Shifting his head and nuzzling her slightly in the process, he let his mouth open against the thin skin of her neck as he placed an open mouth kiss to her fluttering pulse point. She gasped and he felt the vibrations under his tongue which only encouraged him to trace patterns onto the crook of her neck.

Scully’s breathing was audible now as she tried to hold back her moans, resulting in them coming out as breathy whining sounds. They’d both moved to the point where his cock was pressed straight onto her warm center, the head ever so slightly pressing against the bottom of her belly. Scully’s own arousal was making itself known from the heat radiating through all her layers of clothing.

He started nipping and suckling a trail from her neck to her mouth, but by the time he got to her jaw she was squirming underneath him, rocking her hips against him. The friction made a shiver run down his spine and he pumped his hips against her, trapping her pelvis in between his own and the couch. She felt so small and fragile beneath him, but she kept pulling his weight back on top of her anytime he tried to shift himself, as if the pressure of his body alone was turning her on.

He was turning her on.

The idea felt unreal, but he couldn’t deny it while Scully was right here in his arms writhing around and making those hot little sounds. He felt one of her hands disentangle itself from behind his head and move to his torso. She kept it there for only a moment before sliding it down his torso until she was at the top of his jeans, trying to find the fasten and zipper.

CLUNK. KRRRK. WRIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Both of them jumped upright at the sound and looked around, panting wildly as they looked for the cause of the disturbance. When he noticed the blue screen, topped with an all caps 'REWIND’ in the top, he let out a little chuckle of embarrassed relief. “It’s just the VHS tape-” he started before the words faltered at the sight of her.

He was kneeling in between her legs while she looked up at him with wide eyes, reclined up on her elbows. Her shirt was pulled to the side and he could see the tender skin of her neck was red from his attention, unintentional hickies surfacing already. Her lips were swollen, red, and parted from her trying to catch her breath. She was so stunning in this moment that it made his heart lurch.

It lurched right before it dropped into the pit of his stomach.

The sound of the VHS rewinding seemingly made her thought process rewind as well and he could see the change in her eyes as she started overthinking. The words 'you’re my partner’ and 'I can’t risk losing our friendship,“ reflecting in her eyes. Her hands shot up to her shirt and she readjusted it, hiding the marks that would stay with her for days. "I-I-” she started, pulling herself up and back in an attempt to get far enough away from him so she could close her legs.

He was too close for her to do that, so he helped her by sitting back onto his rear on the couch, trying his hardest to ignore how intensely his erection was straining upwards right now. He could see her panic behind her eyes as she unquestionably started berating herself. Please don’t regret this.“Scully, I-”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, brushing her hair back as she stood up suddenly. We’ve danced around this for so long.

“There’s nothing to be-” he started, but once again got cut off.

She bent down quickly and grabbed her keys from the coffee table. “I crossed a line. W-we shouldn’t-” she gasped, her mind thinking too quickly for her mouth to keep up.

He stood up and grabbed her arm gently. “Why not?” he all but whispered.

She stood frozen in place as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked at him with resolution that her quivering lip couldn’t match. “We can’t,” she whispered back.

She moved her arm out of his grip and made her way towards the door, stopping once as her hand gripped the knob to look back at him though her eyes didn’t quite reach his. “Thank you for having me over. I’ll see you on Monday,” she stated before running away.

[fancytrinkets]

A list of all the Good Omens prompts I ever dreamt up and posted to the Big Bang server:

So, I'm really good at coming up with ideas, but slow at writing. A couple of these got filled (yay!) with links below to go read them. And a couple are being filled that I know of, so I've withheld prompt details as a courtesy. The rest are available for anyone to write.

Stopping time: Though I love that Crowley stops time because he's imaginative enough to do it, what if instead it's an ability he's rewarded with for a job supposedly well done (something majorly horrific like the Spanish Inquisition). He immediatley shows off his new ability to Aziraphale and suggests they go try it out together with some harmless pranks. The angel nominally protests, then agrees and collaborative mischief ensues.

Union AU: Crowley and Aziraphale as union leaders at rival companies.

Future memories: Throughout their long, pre-Apocalypse lives, both Aziraphale and Crowley get flashes of "memory" about a future in which they are living together more-or-less as spouses. It's both comforting and distressing.

Summoning circle h/c: Crowley uses a summoning circle on Aziraphale, as a way to rescue him from another demon. Maybe it's historical — far enough back that Aziraphale doubts his intentions at first, and fears he's been trapped. But no, he's safe now.

Summoning circle + reverse AU: After the Apocalypse, domestic/married Aziraphale and Crowley are summoned by alternate universe Demon Aziraphale and Angel Crowley, who are up to some shenanigans and have no idea what to do with these other versions of themselves.

Zombie apocalypse comedy: The zombie apocalypse is fluff and humor here, because Aziraphale and Crowley just go around rescuing humans and sending the undead back to the grave. And the humans are all "those two magic guys, yeah, they totally saved my life. I guess they want to get the world back on track so the blond guy can reopen his bookstore..."

Proposal + magic: Silly magic trick takes a turn for the serious when Aziraphale takes out a ring and proposes. (I know this premise has been done, but yes, let's keep doing it!)

Turned human (sort of) comedy: Aziraphale and Crowley get turned into humans after the holy water/hellfire incident. They proceed to confess their feelings, get married, and happily live out their mortal lives together. They die, and it turns out that neither of them are entirely human after all. Their souls can't get processed by Death, so they are free to team up and haunt Heaven and Hell together. Much humor ensues. There's nothing Gabriel and Beelzebub can do except get so annoyed they finally agree to restore their immortal corporations, their powers, and return them to earth. And Heaven and Hell leave them alone for real after that. (This was on my to-write list. It still might be, but I wouldn't get to it for a long time, so I'm sharing it anyway.)

Creepy dolls: (A prompt for Halloween.) Heaven has a massive locker room full of human corporations that angels don't need when they aren't on earth. It's just a massive room full of dead-eyed, life-sized dolls. Someone (Crowley?) gets trapped there and it's spooky, but not in a good way.

Aziraphale act-of-service: There is an old song that Crowley always liked that has long-since faded from human memory. Aziraphale blesses a human singer-songwriter with knowledge of that ancient melody. And then it is everywhere again.

Crowley + fashion: I saw someone wearing this t-shirt that says 100% Human. And all I want is Crowley wearing it ironically.

Elaborate rituals: Just a scene where they have to cross some treacherous terrain in the pitch dark. Crowley can see at night just fine so he lets Aziraphale take his hand. The terrain gets worse... he needs to wrap his arm around Aziraphale and hold him close in order to guide him effectively.

Holy water/hellfire (with major angst potential): Aziraphale has become immune to hellfire provided it's been summoned by Crowley. Crowley can't be harmed by holy water if, and only if, it's been sanctified by Aziraphale. Other angels and demons can still hurt them. (And they might not know it! Hence angst. But I like the idea they can somehow sense the other stuff is different and dangerous, so they can be clever and use their specific immunity to fool the others.)

Demon figures out it's not Crowley: A low-ranking demon watches the holy water "execution" closely and figures out it's not Crowley. But no one will believe them. Everytime they try to explain their evidence to a higher-up (lower-down?), they get comically thwarted... probably by different facets of Hell's bureaucracy.

Filled already

Happy Together: I went to a store the other day and Happy Together by the Turtles was playing so... I'd sure like to see Aziraphale and Crowley trapped together somewhere — hiding from Gabriel? — in close proximity while that song plays on a loop for some reason and they just have to endure it. (This one got written by @fremulon — delightfully referencing John Mulaney's What's New Pussycat bit!)

Aziraphale wants to Fall: Aziraphale is done with Heaven after what happens to Job. He just can't justify it to himself anymore. He's ready to Fall, but Crowley talks him out of it, because Hell's not great either. They come to an earlier understanding that they belong on their own side. (This one got a fill!)

Being filled

Message in a bottle prompt: Claimed and gradually being worked on last I heard, so I'm holding back the details.

A time travel + coming-to-terms with jealousy prompt: I'm actively working on this so I won't share details yet.

[frunbuns]

Fuck you, Watson

Peter groans. “Sounds ‘bout right,” He says. “And you’re supposed ro reply with 'Fuck you Watson,’ by the way.”

Read on Ao3

Yuri walks around the seemingly empty shipping yard, gun drawn just in case.  They’d gotten multiple reports of gunshots and someone believe even they saw Spider-Man on the scene.  Naturally Yuri has volunteered to check it out.  So far the only thing she had seen so far was just a couple bullet indents in a couple of the containers and some planks strewn about, probably from destroyed crates and boxes.  

She’s about to call it a day and leave when something bright red, that isn’t a container, catches her attention.  As she creeps closer she sees blue too.  In fact, it looks hell-of-a lot like a leg.

“Hello?”

Getting closer it’s staring to look more and more familiar.  Now that she thinks bout it, it kinda looks like Spider-Man laying on the ground, face down.

“Spider-Man?”

He doesn’t respond, still lieing motionless in front of her.  She crouches down next to him, putting the gun away now that it’s clear there is no threat.  She tries shaking him.  When that doesn’t work she turns him onto his back, grimacing at the wet, dark red right above the mask’s slightly cracked eye and the small puddle of red on the concrete.

She checks his pulse and is relieved to find a steady heartbeat.  She sits there for a few seconds debating what to do next until she decides it’s probably a good idea to check the extent of his injuries, even if she doesn’t like the idea of unmasking him.  Especially when he’s unconsious.  She supposes it’s better she found him instead of someone else.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” She murmurs to herself before she peels the mask off, cringing at how the material sticks to the skin around the blood.  As far as her knowledge goes, it looks worse than it actually is.  She does wonder how long he’s been lying there.

He looks awfully young, something twists in her stomach thinking about how long he’s been doing this and how young he must’ve been then.

“Spider-Man, can you hear me?” She asks, gently clapping his cheek.

Before long she hears a quiet groan.  Spider-Man’s eyes flutter before opening.  He blinks a few times before his eyes sees her, albeit a little unfocused.  "Yuri?“

"You’re lucky no-one else found you.”

He sighs loudly, bringing his hand to his face only to realize the mask is gone.  His eyes widen in panic, but Yuri comes to the rescue.  "It’s here, calm down,“ She says waving it in front of his face.  "Oh,” He mumbles quietly.  "T'was bound to happen some time, right?“ He says.

"Yeah, I guess you’re right,” She replies.

He raises his hand to shake hers, something that looks quite awkward with him still lying on the ground.  "Peter Parker,“ He tells her with a smile.

"Well, Peter” She says, looking him over agiain.  "It looks like you took one hell of a hit here.“

Peter laughs weakly.  "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,” He says.  "M’ head ’s killing me.“

"You probably have a concussion.” She states.

Peter groans.  "Sounds 'bout right,“ He says.  "And you’re supposed ro reply with 'Fuck you Watson,’ by the way.”

She rolls her eyes.  "Think you can stand?“ She asks.  "You’re not too injured, right?”

Getting him back on his feet proved to be harder than it should’ve been.  he’s apparantly heavier than he looks.  Once he’s on his feet again he’s immediatley swaying at his feet.  Suddenly, he gasps, clasping his hand over his mouth.  "Shit,“ He mutters before his stomach is emtying it’s contents onto the ground.  He’s vuagely aware of Yuri holding him so he doesn’t fall over.  It hurts.  Everything hurts and aches and all he wants to do is lay down and never get up, but he’s certain Yuri would never allow that.

"You okay?” She asks when he’s done heaving.

“Yeah…”

They stand there for a few seconds until Peter is able to catch his breath.  His head is still swimming, but the neausia has calmed to a livable level.

“Is there anywhere I can take you?” She asks.  "I don’t think you should be swinging anywhere right now.“

"Yeah, there’s somewhere.”

“Great, my car is parked right over there.”  Getting to the car is easier than both of them expected.  It did however involve a bit of limping and unsteadu feet., but it was almost worth it as Peter slumps into the backseat and they drive away.  "Just don’t pass out on me back there,“ Yuri says amused, glancing at him from the rearview mirror.

"I can’t promise anything.”

Yuri snorts.  It might be best to keep the conversation going though.  Just to make sure.

“What happened, exactly?” She asks.

Peter groans.  "I got distracted,“ He replies.  "It never usually happens, but…” He trails off.

“Happens to the best of us.”

“Guess you’re right.”

They make smalltalk for the rest of the trip.  Peter throwing some of his dumber jokes at her that she pretends to laugh at.  Pretend being a strong word when you consider her fake laughther.

“We’re here Spider-Boy.”

There’s a long sigh from the backseat.  "You’re just trying to make me mad, but I won’t let it get to me.“

She drapes a blanket she has in the back seat over his shoulders to not draw any anwanted attetion considering the colorful spandex suit he’s wearing right now.  Going up the elevator is easy, even though Peter’s head does spin just a bit as it starts going up.  It takes him a second to remember the number to the apartment, but the moment the door opens Yuri knows it’s the right one.

"Peter?”

Peter smiles sheepisly at the ginger haired woman standing in the doorway.  "Hi, MJ,“ He says to her.

She looks him over.  "What happened to you?” She asks ushering them inside.

“It’s a long story,” He says.  "You’re going to think it’s funny–“

"Oh yeah,” She says.  "Because every time I hear that my boyfriend Is hurt I’m heavily amused,“ She says, unamused.

She sits him down on the couch and turns to Yuri with her hand out to shake.  "Mary Jane Watson, Peter’s girlfriend,” She says, smiling at her.  Yuri takes her hand and firmly shakes it.  "Captain Yuri Watanabe, NYPD,“ She greets her.  "I work with your, uh, boyfriend.”

Mary Jane’s face lights up.  "Peter has told me about you!“ She says.  "He’s lucky to have you on his side, but I’m sorry you have to deal with him so much.”

Yuri snorts.  "Yeah, he’s annoying,“ She replies.

"And narrates himself,” Mary Jane adds.

A scoff comes from behind her.  "I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.“

"Well, he’s out of your hair now,” She says.  "I’ll take care of him now.“

"Great,” Yuri says, turning towards the door.  "I’ll see you later, Spider-Man.“

[super-btstrash-posts]

My Perfect Boyfriend (Jeon Jeongguk au)

A.N. Okay so this is heavily inspired by the Chinese drama My Perfect Boyfriend. I just got finished watching the first season and I wanted to make possibly a small series based around it. I hope you guys like it. Let me know if you want a second part! Also the first part may be a little triggering as it will deal with things in the likes of suicide and some what bloody moments.

You ran out of the building crying. Your boyfriend and childhood best friend had just rejected your proposal in front of a crowd of people none the less. You are a fairly popular actress and a lot of people knew you for your friendship with your more popular best friend, Y/B/F/N as she as a more known actress. You found yourself on the edge of a building staring down at the world below.

“If you are going to do it, just go ahead and jump.”

You heard from behind you.

You gasp and turn around to find the manager of the building that your failed proposal had been held in. You rolled your eyes and mumbled under your breath.

“I’m scared but I’m also very unlucky so maybe I’ll just slip.”

You say.

“Well, standing there isn’t going to make it happen any quicker.”

He says.

This went on for about ten minutes before you squeezed your eyes shut and made your way back down to your car. You climb inside and start heading back to your house. You could see all of the rose petals that were in boxes sitting in your passenger seat and unclicked your seatbelt. You threw them in the back and had gotten distracted and didn’t notice the delivery truck barreling towards your car until it was too late and your body had been flung out of the windshield. You laid there choking on the blood that was flowing out of your body with each passing moment. You could hear someone calling for an ambulance and then someone gently picking you off of the pavement before you completely blacked out.

*Jeongguk*

I woke up with a gasp, blood surrounding me. I squinted my eyes to try to adjust to the night when I saw a girl laying in the road completely covered in her own blood. The blood that had brought me back to life. I walked over and gently took her into my arms. Being careful of the surroundings, I gently bit the tip of my tongue and allowed some of my blood to drip into her mouth. I then heard someone yelling that they had called the cops and that I was a pervert. I had no other choice but to quickly run away from the scene because it would be questioned as to who I am and how I got there. I make my way to the place that I would call my home and it was abandoned and layers of dust had collected. I could see the plates that were describing my things that had been left behind. I sighed knowing that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try to stay there for the night so I came up with another option.

*A few days later Y/N’s pov*

You had woken up in the hospital and there wasn’t anything wrong but you didn’t want to leave just yet and have to deal with all of the news reports that would undoubtedly be surfacing the internet at this point. You didn’t want to have to face the world. So every time that the nurses would try to bring your discharge papers you would pretend to be asleep or that something else was wrong with you. This went on for weeks. You didn’t want to have to go back to your normal life just yet. You knew that there would be paps in the lobby waiting for you. You didn’t want them to ask you embarrassing questions about your ex and the failed proposal. Your mother had came in with a can of soup yelling at you to stop pretending and you could hear the nurses that you had on to much makeup to try to make it look like you were still sick. Later that night while asleep, Jeongguk payed a visit wondering why exactly they now share the same heartbeat after sharing blood. You opened your eyes just enough to see the mirror which in turn showed the man standing there. Thus, causing your nurses to think that you are hallunicinating.

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You were hungry, undoubtedly so. Looking through all of the fan accounts that had shown of all gifts that they had left, the gifts of food made you hungry. This made you decide to sneak out and grab something from the convenient store that was down the street. You were almost to the gate that surrounded the hostipal when you fell.

“Who leaves a man hole open like this? Aish just my luck.”

You whine, stomping your foot.

You then began calling for someone to get you out of the tunnel that you were now trapped in.

“How did you manage to get yourself stuck down there?”

You heard a voice ask.

“I’m super unlucky. Can you please help me out of here?”

You say.

“Close your eyes.”

You did as the voice said and you gasped when your feet were planted safely on the ground.

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The next day, you couldn’t help but to hanging onto the doorway to try to keep from being discharged. You knew that there had to be something wrong because there was no way that there wasn’t something wrong with your heart. They finally got you ready and you were rolled into the front room where there were a lot of reporters and tv stations waiting for you to ask questions. You gasped when you heard something about a fan stealing a kiss and immediatley asked your mother about it when you got to her home. Your mother only points out how old fashioned you were because it was your first kiss. You bellowed about wishing that you had amnesia and your mother jokingly said that that was only saved for female leads, poking fun at the fact that you were always a co-leading character. When you got home, your now ex was waiting for to talk about the accident to which you threaten to call the police even though he is in fact the police. He immediately apologizes for rejecting the proposal and said that he was unaware that there was going to be people around. You two talk for a while before he says that he does not regret saying no and you sends him away and let yourself cry.

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You were wandering around your house looking for remedies to help sooth some of the swelling when you find a large cucumber. Before you could place it back, the doorbell rang and you went to the door with the cucumber in hand as a weapon in case it was someone there to get you. You don’t see anyone and you grumble at the doorbell that was sitting beside your door. You then feel your heart beating at a rapid pace. You looked around until you saw a man holding his own heart in return. You couldn’t help but to stare at him. You could feel your cheeks heating and you gasped when a car disrupts your vision. It soon passed and you squinted looking for the man that you had saw, but he is gone. Then another one of your ex-boyfriends comes, let’s call him ex-boyfriend number six, just before ex-boyfriend number seven that had just visited. He had came to question about the car accident and eventually told you about the missing corspe and asked you to try to remember more about the accident. Ex number six then calls ex number seven to try to get some protection services for their ex. Ex number six is insisting that it could have been planned and that you could in fact be in danger. Little did everyone know, Jeongguk was in the treeline, watching feeling the anger boil under his skin. You could in fact be in danger.

[make-me-imagine]

If it’s not too late could I get a Male hobbit, LotR, Harry Potter, and Maurauders ship? I’m 5 1/2 feet, chubby, artistic, I have blood tee hair and go between dressing like a VSCO girl or an Emo. I’m into animals and know a lot about them. My weapon of choice is a bow and arrow and a dagger. My animagus is an eagle and I’m a gryffindor, and am apparently really smart but also overly sarcastic

Sorry, my rules state that you are only allowed to ask for two fandoms - meaning movies/shows (though I know these are technically series/sequels to one another, but still, most people ask for one specifically). So I will give you the ones that have characters I ship you with the most.

LotR

I ship you with Legolas. Sometimes your changing dressage confuses him because most people just dress one way, but he finds it appealing and thinks you would look good in anything. He also finds your hair amazing and often tells you you look some ancient mythical being. 

How you met: Through Aragorn, who brought you to Mirkwood one day when you were travelling together. He was immediatley drawn to you and was very curious about you.

Dates: Legolas loves taking you to secret and secluded places around Mirkwood. He will set up a nice picnics like scene with a blanket, some pillows, drinks and food. 

PDA/Cuddling: Legolas loves holding your hand when you are together. He also can’t stop himself from playing with your hair when you are alone. He most enjoys nights when the two of you are lying out watching the sky and you lean against him, his arms wrapped around you.

Best-Friend: Aragorn. You have known him for a long time and he is like a brother too you. He purposefully introduced you and Legolas, thinking that you too would be perfect for one another.

Marauders:

I ship you with Sirius. He is completely smitten with you, though you confuse the hell out of him. You can be sweet, and charming and then sarcastic with a brave take-no-shit attitude. He admires your art and enjoys your company. He thinks you are smarter than the average person and often tells you that you cold fit into any house. 

How you met: First he saw you one day dress in VSCO fashion, thought you were cute. Saw you again dressed more emo, thought you were cute. Realized it was you, the same person from the other day. He had to know you, so he introduced himself a flashy/flirty manner. He was a bit thrown off at first when you basically shut him own with sarcasm. But then this just led to him liking you even more. 

Dates: Sneaking off into the night to watch the stars or steal food from the kitchen. In Hogsmeade he will whisk you off to cute cafe’s and markets just to spend time with you and buy you sweets and trinkets. 

PDA/Cuddling: Sirius will always have at least one arm around you, and it is rare that you two are never seen together outside of class basically on top of each other. You sitting on his lap, him hugging you from behind, etc. He is also not afraid of kissing you in front of anyone.

Best-Friend: James. You had met James a few times before Sirius and got along well enough, but it wasn’t until he noticed Sirius’ interest in you that he talked to you more often. You two quickly became friends, being very alike in many ways. It wasn’t long before the two of you acted like siblings.

(FC: Ben Barnes as young Sirius Black)

[mahrirae]

Thoughts on AHS Apocalypse

Before I share, just be aware that everyone is entiled to their own opinion. If yours is different than mine then thats great, but this is my opinion. Also spoilers if you have not watched the first 2 episodes.

So I have watched 2 episodes now and it has so far been rather cringy and bad.

First off for a show called apocalypse they spent like 2 minutes on the actual apocalypse and immediately centered everthing in that f#$%in bunker. I mean right now I feel like they could have had a bunch of strangers wake up in a bunker with no idea how they got there and try to find their way out. They could have called it AHS bunker and it probably would have been more interesting than this story so far. The apocalypes seems to have only been a reason to put and keep them in this bunker, and as of now it has done nothing intetesting to the plot. I love apocalypse stories, so I hope that I am wrong and this whole thing wont be some weird victorian themed bunker fever dream.

Speaking of putting strangers in a bunker, all the characters are strangers. They have the most basic personalities and are flat and boring. I don't know who any of them are, nor do I care if they die at this point. The show never took the time to show us any real character building between them, so it has started to use useless flashbacks like the one we saw with the gay guy and his grandmother. No I don't remember their names, I don't know anyone's name because the show barfed like 8 characters at me at once and they are all forgettable. I think the name Emily came up, and that is all I can remember at this point. But stuff like that flash back could have just been shown through their interaction. At no point did this grandmother seem like a lady who saw the grandson as useless. She just seemed like a stuck up rich old lady and they needed a reason to kill her off so sure lets just make her an asshole so we can kill her. And you could say she was always an asshole because she did have that anoying rich attitude, but they had to make her a super asshole before killing her. Even though I don't think anyone would have cared if they killed her without showing that scene...I mean I wouldn't have. You could say the flashback gave motive, but you could also say that they did it to give themselves a better chance of being picked. They not only killed generic rich jerk number 1, they did it in a super obvious plot twist...seriously I was watching with my sister and we called it the second he reached for the sissors.

The only character that seems kinda interesting is the new dude with the long hair who I am pretty sure might be the antichrist baby from the first season? Don't know if he is, but that is what I am calling him.

Now that other chick is also apparently a robot, because why not put more random crap in there. The story already doesn't make sense so robots it is.

I am thinking they will probably kill all the characters who need to play another role from a different season, but I could be wrong. I kinda want to see if anyone in the show will ever comment about how the people look exactly the same. I guess we will see when we get there.

Aside from the characters, there have been some awful lines of dialog that have made me cringe so hard that it was difficult for me to believe it was in this show.

I believe the line "The stu is Stu" came out with the obvious conclusion of them eating that one dude who died in the first episode. The other dudes lover...I guess his name was Stu...and they ate him.

Then this episode we got, "What is this the Hunger Games?" because pop culture reference to remind us that this takes place in our time and we couldn't think of a better line than this overused line used any time someone choses the person who lives/dies in a situation. The next line the guy says might had well been I volunteer as tribute cause he immediatley says I volunteer to go first. 🙄

All I see is people wating for the witches, and don't get me wrong I am watching mostly because the Coven season was one of my favorites, but it kind of feels like they just inserted them into the plot to get people to watch.

It is still kind of early, but I don't have much hope for the season at this point. Sure it would be cool to see the witches again but if they are getting thrown into a crappy plot just to try to pull off this crossover stuff then I don't think my feeljngs will change.

Sorry for the long post, I was just a bit annoyed.