#we went because of Jared Harris

[buildoblivion]

not to get swept up in the timeless appeal of classic literature but I saw hamlet at the royal shakespeare theatre today and I think it changed my life

[fitzjamesbulletwound]

Have you done Crozy baby??

i have not so THANK YOU I feel like rarely get to talk about him outside of fitzier

first impression: so me and crozier went on a wild fucking ride my first time around lol. and honestly we kinda do every time? in the first few episodes he was my easy favorite, I loved his candor, his honesty, his struggle. I was rooting for him like crazy! then once we got to episodes 4 and 5 I was like hold on... now I don't know how to feel about him lol. I have soooo many conflicting feelings on the lashing scene because on one hand I love scary crozier very much and I love justice and vengeance but also I have more empathy for hickey in the lashing scene then I think I have for anyone in any other moment in the show. and crozier is truly hard for me to watch in episode 5, I fucking hate how he treats ned and honestly even jopson and fitzjames too but for the remainder of the show I was back on his side. so yeah, a lot of ups and downs for my initial thoughts on crozier

impression now: crozier is one of my favorite characters but it can be a little love hate for me at times. he's truly fascinating though and jared harris is incredible. more often than not I think I really like crozier and like a lot of my other faves I also identify with him more than I care to admit. what really drew me to him initially on a personal level was the way he spoke and the directness and unwillingness to turn a blind positive eye to every foreboding situation. I feel like that a lot in my day to day, like I'm being candid in a way that seems to rub a lot of people the wrong way even though to me it just reads as pointing out the truth of a situation? that makes me sound like one of those "I'm not a bitch i'm just honest" people but I promise that's not what i'm trying to say lol

favorite moment: ummm I do love scary crozier. definitely when he slams the table and says that hickey is to be punished as a boy. the cairn walk scene easily. the look on his face when Franklin is ripping into him and there's nothing he can do about it. when he looks into franklin's room after franklin insults him. yeah <3

idea for a story: my previously mentioned slight canon divergence au where crozier has to eat fitzjames's body

unpopular opinion: ummmmm probably just that can't and don't see him in a sexy way like for myself or really anyone besides fitzjames lol he looks too much like my dad/other male family members

favorite relationship: fitzier but then him and blanky as well <3 their friendship is so genuine and beautiful

favorite headcanon: let me cook.... it might not be a head canon... I think in addition to wearing fitzjames's glove and sweater that crozier may have been wearing his little neck tie thingy too but I haven't fully confirmed yet

[damnmmmmmmmmmm]

As someone who use to be a fan of Annabelle (well more her projects than her, her I felt she was trying to walk the fine line between English Rose and Edgy Cool Girl™ and never quite landing). Finding your Annabelle Wallis commentary interesting to say the least, she was also Chris Martin's rebound from Gwyneth who she had an on/off relationship and then that fizzled out. I wonder if her team did want her to go into a relationship with Tom Cruise ..... She then had a relationship with Chris Pine for a few years when he was trying to be more of a serious actor (after his Wonder Woman outings), now I do not know about you but that reeked of PR because every time we thought oh is that over a PR walk happened. Her relationship with Sebastian was the last straw in all honesty, I do not care if it is real or not but the way she plays the fandom like a string and seems she is fine just fine being his trophy. Her relationships have always been secretive and she never walked the carpet with any of the Chris'. Interestingly she was the date of Jared Leto multiple times when he was getting awards recognition for Dallas Buyers Club, but, she was a longtime friend and would act as his interpreter when he was overseas as she is known to speak multiple languages (she went to an international school in Portugal), no relationship was ever confirmeded but shortly after we never saw them together again on socials or papped.

Now, I became a fan because she was in a show called The Tudors which also launched Henry Cavill and Natalie Dormer (Margaery in Game of Thrones) plus had some stalwarts of British masterpiece television. She played a very sweet, timid, wallflower character who you guessed it died giving the main character what he always wanted.

Another thing is that she is kind of a nepo baby, her great Uncle was Richard Harris who was the original Dumbledore and her cousin is Jared Harris who has a pretty solid career, if that did not open doors I do not know what would of.

You’ve summed it up perfectly—Annabelle Wallis is always teetering between two personas, yet somehow manages to fully land neither. The English Rose™ meets Edgy Cool Girl™ shtick feels more calculated than authentic, and her relationships seem to follow a similar pattern. Whether PR or real, her connections with Chris Martin, Chris Pine, and now Sebastian all seem to serve a strategic purpose—aligning her with men who have bigger fanbases or career momentum than she does.

The Sebastian relationship feels like her final evolution into full-on Hollywood trophy mode. It’s wild that she never walked carpets with either Chris, but now she’s front and center at the Golden Globes, yet it’s his fandom she’s using to maintain relevance. And the Jared Leto interpreter/companion phase? That one screams 'networking dressed up as friendship.'

The Chris Martin rebound era? Classic. The Chris Pine PR strolls? So staged it hurt. And the Jared Leto award-season arm candy stint? Interesting how those ‘friendships’ tend to fizzle out once the cameras disappear. She clearly knows how to position herself adjacent to attention, but it never seems to last.

Also, let’s not ignore the nepo baby factor. Having Richard Harris and Jared Harris in your family tree is a hell of a head start. Honestly, it all makes her more fascinating to analyze because her career and public image seem like one big game of chess. Whether she’s winning is still up for debate.

[magicwithclass]

Does anyone actually know what banding does? There is no reminder text on the card so I literally had to look up the oracle text to remind myself. Even then, I had questions. What if I activate this ability twice in a turn? Can creatures have two separate instances of banding? I don't think do because you can only ever attack with one creature without banding even if you have multiple instances of the keyword. Banding just doesn't do enough to remember what it does. Your opponent will rarely block in an unfavorable situation so this is more like an evasion ability than anything else. If you want to build and play banding.dec than you have limited options so might as well throw this guy in there. Banding is such a meme I would not be ayrprised if they printed one banding commander or one commander that works well with banding as a joke. Sometimes these meme cards go up in value too. This card has never truly spiked with the exception of April 2021. That was the period where almost all reserved list cards spiked because buyout were running rampant during this time period. Obviously none of these highs lasted so this card is still looking for its first big glow up. I don't think it will happen anytime soon but maybe if we demand more support for the banding mechanic they will throw us a bone. Is anyone looking for a banding commander outside of the joke? Will this absolutely unplayable card rise in price as a meme? Will anyone remember what banding does in 20 more years? I see one use for this card in decks that want to manipulate damage. If beast walkers bands with Jared carthelion, true heir then your opponent is left with some uncomfortable choices. However, why didnt you just play a card that forces your opponent to block? I forgot one more thing. I went to Townsend Harris High School in New York City. This year it was ranked the 9th best high school and it had a lot of pretentious rules that other public high schools did nor. One example worth noting is that we called our periods, bands. So instead of saying what do you have first period? We would all say what do you have for first band. You would respond with I have math band 1 or something similar. The periods were called bands because a period is a band of time. Also, they used to play classical music over the loud speakers (and also the song American Idiot sometimes) in-between classes so that was another reason to call a period a band.

[talenlee]

How Do We Measure The Harm of Chernobyl

Oh, what a charming topic to bring up, eh whot?

Content Warning: Gunna talk about disasters, suicide, death and disease.

If you’re not familiar and to pad out the article, when we refer to ‘Chernobyl’ we’re generally referring to the Chernobyl Disaster (April 26th, 1986 — Present). In this incident, the No 4. Reactor of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, which was powering Pripyat in the Ukranian territory of what we generally simplify as ‘The USSR’, blew the shit up. The reasons for doing so are very complicated and since the miniseries, there’s been a whole host of wonderful video and podcast explaininers finding the best way to describe and approach this specific incident in terms of what made it happen.

Sometimes the question is one about the mechanics of a nuclear power plant, and why a machine like that is capable of blowing up, when it does not feature as it were, explosive material but is really more of a very complicated teakettle (not even joking). Sometimes the question is about how did this teakettle get to be designed this way, and was it in fact, the socialism that made it bad? Sometimes the question is about how the system for designing the teakettles had worked and concealed information in the name of meeting goals and wasn’t that actually more of a capitalist teakettle. Sometimes, the question is about the mind of one guy running the plant who was, by all historical information, a complete arse, and then how tragic and brave it was that he made everyone else’s lives suck for however much of it they had left.

Chernobyl happened thirty-seven years ago, and for me it was one of a small number of incidents that I remembered as being ‘important’ that I couldn’t put in a meaningful timeline. When I remembered the coverage of it years later, and went back to find the old videos I realised that this had been information I had somehow absorbed when I was barely three years old – the day before my birthday. It has been, as long as I’ve been aware of being alive, one of the things in the world, one of the great, cursed, dreadful events in our history.

How many people then, the inquisitive mind goes, died at this terrible event?

Two.

That is to say, in the estimation of the Soviet Union at first, the death toll of the Chernobyl incident, at first, was two people who died in the initial eplosion. Later estimates by the end of the year added 28 plant workers and first responders to the death toll.

This seems odd, doesn’t it?

It seems odd because Chernobyl was and remains one of the greatest nuclear disasters in human history, and its problem compares to the radiation and fallout of a nuclear weapon. The cleanup and associated program of containment was the kind of thing that required new developments in technology just to maintain. The building that houses Chernobyl is the largest man-made mobile structure ever made, and it’s just step two of many on the long, endless task of supporting this problem.

How then did only thirty people die in the process?

Part of the problem is that we just flat out don’t have good information about what happened. There were plenty of reports, but also we know that more than a few of them were from liars. We also know that the actual experience of being evacuated out of your hometown like Pripyat was could be incredibly traumatising and the ensuing mental health harm could have an impact people didn’t really consider. Especially when it came to clearly and honestly accounting for lives and deaths.

One of the investigators of Chernobyl, Valery Legasov, who was played in the miniseries by Permanently Wet Boy Jared Harris, killed himself, after preparing the release of his findings. One of the reasons why was probably the enormous radiation dose he had in his system, which he would be seeing affect him. Was that a death due to Chernobyl? He killed himself, but he did so to avoid the ‘actual’ death the reactor prepared for him.

Chernobyl is a hard type of injury to examine. The report about its impact is honestly quite harrowing to read – I’ve only read a summary and it includes things I never would have considered. Chernobyl is probably responsible for a distinct uptick in abortion rates for a year, where parents were afraid of giving birth to terminally ill, permanently injured children due to their exposure to Chernobyl, for example, a situation I never had to consider. The Liquidators who helped to remove nuclear material from the zone were exposed to radiation, and many of them died of radiation-related diseases, though as many examples as can be compelling did not. Is killing a person the same as reducing six hundred thousand people’s lives by half? What is the difference and how do you measure it?

Chernobyl was not a knife wound that left a corpse, a neatly codified grouping of people harmed by its impact who could then be tallied up so it could be put in a list. Instead, it has to be seen as a long, slow bleed, where instead of cutting a number of people short, we are left thinking about it in terms of where that cut comes. In insurance, there’s this idea of ‘years of lost life’ to value a life insurance policy. If a person was in their 90s, and they die from something, well, that probably only represents a loss of about two years of life. If they die at twenty, they could expect to have another sixty years ahead of that.

Years of lost life are a system that tries to systemitise these losses, and it’s a full blown table system, with different countries and influences and details, all measuring things out, as best we can, based on precedent. We are not good at handling numbers of things that happen slowly over time, even if the result is still dead people.

Worldwide, as I write this, about three hundred people die of COVID-19 every day.

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[mlovesstories]

Coughing and Spilling the Tea

Summary: Jensen’s daughter knows something he doesn’t.  And she can’t wait to tell him.  

Words: None

Warnings: none

“Dad!” YN yelled for Jensen.  “I have something to tell you!” She grinned as he walked into the living room.  

“Can’t talk! Emergency at the brewery!” He called behind him as he stepped through the garage door.  “Talk later!” 

“Ungh.” YN sighed in disappointment.  “Whatever.” 

“So, what’s the big news? I’m here, you can tell me!” Jared walked in and sat down next to her on the couch.  

“Hi!” YN gasped.  “Were you charmed into hanging out with me tonight?” YN laughed.  

“I wanted to.  Haven’t seen my little punk in a while.”

“I saw you yesterday.” YN tilted her head in curiosity.  

“You know what I mean.  Just me and you.”

“Oh! In that case, can we pig out on pizza and ice cream and watch terrible movies please?  Is he going to be gone for a while?” Her face went from excitement to sadness quickly.  

“It may be a while.  You tell me your good news and then I will answer your question,” he winked.  “I won’t tell your dad, promise.” 

“I heard that Danneel Harris was working on a project in Austin, and she wants to “cross paths” with my dad!  OOOOOOoooo!” YN giggled.  

Jared rolled his eyes.  

“And where did you hear that?” 

“So you have heard it too!” YN gasped.  

“For the record, no, I had not heard that.”

“You know how it is here.  Plus- the kids I go to school with are all famous people and who are in town since their parents seem to have connections and know everyone.”

“You want them to date,” Jared sighed.  “Look-”

“Yes, I want them to date.  I’ve met her, and she is nice! They would get along great! Gen knows her, right? I’m going to go ask her what she thinks.” 

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Jared put his foot between her and the pathway to the door.  “We have pizza to order and a movie to watch.” 

YN’s face fell. 

“Gen is having a self-care night anyway.  She’s had a long week.  You can ask her later.” 

His niece grumbled and sat back down.  

“Fine,” she huffed.  

After an evening of fun activities, Jensen was still not home.  Jared spent the night at the Ackles’ home because of it.  

“I’m fourteen!  I’ll be fine!  Plus, you guys live next door, and I have my radio you gave me.” 

She dangled the two-way radio in front of him.

“I told your dad I would.  It’s fine.” 

During the night, he heard her coughing from her room.  

“Hey, you okay?” He knocked lightly and slowly opened the door. 

“Yeah,” YN rasped.  

He walked closer to her as she coughed again.  

Jared felt her forehead.  

“Yikes,” he hummed to himself.  “Where is the humidifier? Take off all those blankets, it will help with your fever.” 

“I don’t have a fever.” YN turned away from him.  “I’m fine.” 

“Wrong answer.  Let’s go, chop, chop.” 

“The humidifier is in the hall closet.” YN coughed again. 

“I’ll be right back.” Jared walked out of her room.  

He heard her groan and cough all night long.  The next morning, her dad was asleep in his room, but Jared was still on high alert for what she needed.  

“Your dad got home super late last night.  He’s resting.  Would you like met to get you some tea?” 

YN sat up in her bed.  

“That would be great,” she whispered.  

YN heard the sound of voices chatting from the kitchen.  

Dad’s awake.  And home.  

YN smiled to herself. 

“Here,” Jared slowly handed her a coffee mug with Sam Winchester on it.  

“Of course you would choose that one,” YN grinned before turning away and coughing.  

“I’m going to go home and have breakfast with Gen.  Feel better,” he kissed the top of her head and exited the room.  

A few minutes later, her dad rushed in with a wrinkled forehead and jaw clenched. 

“Jared said you wanted to spill the tea! Why would you do that? It would make a mess and leave a stain!” Jensen crossed his arms and stood tall.  

YN’s eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out what he was saying.  

“I’m drinking the tea because my throat hurts.  I have no reason to spill the-” YN giggled.  “OH! It’s a saying, you weirdo!  It means gossip!” 

A look of relief washed over him.  He pulled a chair close to her bed.  

“And what’s that?” 

“Your new girlfriend is shooting a movie here! I heard she wants to hang out with you while she is here.” 

“Who?” Jensen sat up, confused.  

“Danneel!” 

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[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel ATLCon 2023

The boys are looking handsome wearing blue, and red 🥰

Jared brings up the Saturday night concert and asks the crowd if it was thumbs up or thumbs down, then he shares a quick story about how when he was in High School the movie, Gladiator, came out and his Latin teacher was pissed off because in the movie the Emperor gives a thumbs up to mean mercy and thumbs down to mean death but according to Jared's teacher realistically it would be the opposite thumbs up for death and thumbs down for mercy because it's supposed to be a representation of the sword.

Out of curiosity, I did look this up and while some kind of hand gesture involving the thumb was used scholars can't say definitively what this looked like because writers at the time didn't really describe it, and if they did we seemingly have yet to find their writings. So there's a lot of scholarly debate as to what these gestures actually looked like and meant in Roman times. The popular idea that thumbs down was involved and meant death is attributed to an 1872 painting by French artist, Jean-Léon Gérôme, called Pollice Verso which depicts a gladiator asking for his life while the crowd gives a thumbs down. And that's your history lesson for today now back to our scheduled programming! 😅

Getting back to the panel, Jared mentions that there were times that were never printed where Dean would do an exorcism and Jensen would fumble on purpose, and Jared knew he did this on purpose and he would tell Jensen so and Jensen's reply would basically be 'yeah, but if I do it good they'll make me do it more, if i make it look like I can't do it they'll have Sam do it'.

And Jensen mentions what he called "his senior moment" which is that during the Saturday night concert he was singing Simple Man, and it's been so long since he sang it that he forgot the lyrics to the last verse. Backstage, prior to singing, he had the feeling this might happen because, again, it's been so long since he's sang it so the lyrics were printed out for him and placed in front of him on the floor but the font was too small for him to see them so when Jason Mann went over to him, he took his glasses and he said it was like the Matrix 😂

Getting into the questions, not gonna lie the first one is a weird one, but does Jensen remember the color of the belt and shoes he was wearing with the blue suit in his Man About Town UK photoshoot? He answers that he doesn’t think he had a belt on which gives us fangirl!Jared saying "easy access"...sir!

Anyways, Jensen thinks they were brown dress shoes. He says that in those photoshoots you walk in and there’s racks of clothing and generally a stylist and an assistant who will ask what you like, and he'll tell them that he doesn't know that they're the professionals so they just had him try stuff on and he wasn't really paying attention also he had like 12 outfit changes that afternoon which makes Jared mutter 'Jesus'. Jensen says that yeah, it was a lot that photoshoots are not their (his and Jared's) favorite thing to do, they're a necessary thing for their industry but he did have fun on that shoot. x

Out of all the famous horror movie villains which would be the hardest for Sam and Dean to face? Jared says it’s a name he can’t say aka Voldemort. Jensen says the easiest would be Michael cause he just stands there, that he's never understood how he catches people like does he get on like a segway. Jared mentions any villain Walking Dead, I wouldn't be too confident in that answer cause Negan but also I don't watch that show but I do know they've made some changes to the Walkers and they can open doors and climb shit now.

Jensen is still trying to figure out who would be the toughest, Jared tells him he'd go Star Wars or Harry Potter but those aren't horror movies. Someone in the crowd yells out Jason to which Jared replies he already beat Jason. The crowd also yells out Freddy Krueger but Jensen thinks Sam and Dean would have figured it out although he would be a tough one. x

Can they share any aspects of strain that their characters experienced that might have thought them something? Jared says that in his 15 and a half years on SPN he learned a lot, that it's hard for him to parse out what he learned with the help of Sam and what he learned with the help of Dean, and what he learned from the help of whomever. What he learned is that he went from being 22 to being 38 but he certainly learned that we are more capable than we understand, than we believe. That he loves stories of ultra marathon runners, or the one he was listening to recently on a podcast of a guy who trecked across Antartica. That those stories really inspire him cause sometimes when you're stressed about something and you go 'there's no way I'll figure this out' there's a little reminder in him to keep at it, and that as much as it is a cliche every thousand mile journey began with a single step. He felt that with Sam, and with Dean, and with the show so no matter how tired he is, no matter how emotionally or physically beat down he feels he just tries to keep on going forward.

Jensen says he'll echo what Jared said just slightly different view point. That both Dean and Sam, as his grandfather would say, when the good Lord made them he forgot to put the quit in them. They don't quit. And he can 100% be sure that Jared also has that in him as well and he feels confident he has some of that as well but it's because now they represent these characters that don't have quit in them that that he thinks drives them in their personal lives a little more than it would have had they never played these characters. x

How are the kids? Jared answers that theirs are good, that they finish school in May. That Shep just did a PSIA which is similar to the mathletes Jared did and he got like 4th on the district so he's a chip of the block, that Odette is still queen of the world as far as she knows, and Tom is kicking ass he's in sports and is doing well, that they're all safe and sound. Jensen says his are currently gallivanting around Europe with D, that they were at a museum today and she told him it was a total disaster. JJ is great, the twins however are 6 and very opinionated and if they don't like something- it reminds him of a story Ryan Gosling told about his little girl about how he took her to the Louvre and his little girl gave the museum a thumbs down that Arrow is like that, and that makes Jared share a story about when they were all in the Austin airport together last week on their way to Rome. They were supposed to have a 2hr layover in Atlanta but it ended up being around 5hrs so Jensen and D were trying to keep the kids awake and trying to think positive that maybe this is good cause they'll be more tired - at which point Jensen says that it was nice to have Uncle Jared stuck there with them (💕) - and when they were set to board Jared is standing with his rolling carry on and his backpack and he feels something push his carry on forward, when he looks behind him there's Arrow with her roller bag giggling evilly at him cause she wanted to play so he started to play with her. And then, at another point, he and Jensen had a little race with Arrow and Zep sitting on their carry on's, so Jensen has one of those aluminum rolling carry on's, the ones that you can sit on, and he was walking Arrow up and down on it but Zeppelin started complaining that it wasn't fair even though Jensen had spend a couple minutes already walking him up and down on the carry on too so Jensen looked at Jared and started signaling towards the kid, and Jared was like 'come here buddy' and put him on his bag and they had a little race through the airport. This is so cuuuute!!! I need y'all to go watch this moment for yourself cause it's an adorable story but also so you can see what the look was that Jensen gave Jared when he was asking for help with Zeppelin because it's such a help me with our kids look. x

Jensen had mentioned Lonesome Dove a while back but who would be Woodrow and who would be Augustus? Jensen feels like it's obvious, he would be Augustus and Jared would be Woodrow. Also, Jared mentions that the key makeup artist on Walker won the Emmy for makeup on Lonesome Dove! x

If they got a 60 sec ad in the Super Bowl what would it be about? Jensen goes "ha! you know how much money I just lost buying a 60 second ad?" Jared says that it would just be them crying, and Jensen says it would be an ad about how to stupidly spend your money 😂

Jared jokes his would be herpexia 🤣

The next fan read an article a couple years about how people think, some think in full sentences like a running monologue while others think in pictures and concepts, how do the boys think? Jared says he is absolutely the former. That he's either thinking solving the problems of the world in his head, or meow mix jingle, which he does part of, Jensen asks him if he sees things in text to which Jared replies yes, that he's thinking of the description of the visual more than the visual. Jensen also asks him what the recall looks like in his head when it comes to scripts, Jared replies that it flips in that case that when he's doing a scene he can see the script where the page turns, he doesn't have a photographic memory but he has a visual memory but that's for memorization if he's thinking about what he's gonna do later that day when he gets home he's not thinking about how it looks necessarily he's like making lists in his head.

Jensen says he would probably lean the other way, that when he memorizes a script at first he literally sees the page in his head and is reading lines which is largely why he can memorize lines that he's not even saying like he'll know what Jared's lines are he's basically reading the text in his head. And when talking about daily life if he's thinking about what he has to do when he gets home, he's visualising so if he's thinking about opening the door he sees that door and the dog going out, or thinking about getting the groceries he visualizes the grocery store and the aisle he has to go down.

Jared adds that a big day on Walker or SPN, a one hour episodic tv show, is like 8 pages, if you have an 8 page day you have a full day he thinks the most they've ever had was an 11 page day and that's kind of undoable unless you absolutely trust your director or is a lot of dialogue. He asks Jensen what's the most pages he's done in one day, Jensen answers 24 when he was on Days Of Our Lives that they usually shoot 60 pages a day. x

When the boys had a home ie the bunker was there anything they had to take with them from home or that they kept as a comfort thing when they had to go back on the road? Jared quips a flask. He also says he thinks they probably still had the cooler, he asks Jensen if he got legos or army men Jensen says he got all the weapons in the back. Jared says that when the show ended they had said the things they would love to have so their props department send them some things like motel cards, samulet, an army man and some legos so those are in safe keeping in his house.

The fan asks if Sam and Dean have any favorite driving games, someone in the crowd mentions punch buggies which Jensen says he calls slug bug which is when you slug someone when you see a bug car, and that that's probably what they played Jared says probably while the other one was asleep. Jensen also adds that there a couple of other things that they got from the set which they're not at liberty to talk about but the one thing he really wanted was Dean's two weapons of choice: his pistol and his sawed off shotgun. And that's a little trickier of a prop to take home and across the border because it's not a prop it's a firearm so instead what he did was he got a 1911 Colt .45, and he comissioned the craftsman in Van who had done the filigree engraving in Dean's gun to come out of retirement to do that filigree on the firearm that he bought, and he actually ended up using it in an episode just so he could say it was on tv. Then he did all the paperwork and sent it back home but the shotgun is ilegal if it's sawed off so he didn't think he'd be able to get it until he talked to his dad who told him that he tought his uncle had one and he did, he left it to Jensen when he passed so now his collection is complete. x

J2 Gold Panel Atlanta 2023

[4everflowercore]

„DILFs I fell for during my ♥️ teen and young adult years“

Daddy issues? Yes.

1. Alan Rickman (as Severus Snape)

I was like 11 when I got into Harry Potter and my obsession about A.R. focused mainly on Severus Snape. I swear he formed my character during puberty and my entire taste in man. I basically made an Harry Potter OC out of myself and made my entire personality like that Slytherin girl that has a secret romance with her potions teacher… and I made it everyone’s problem. Damn I was annoying

2. Benedict Cumberbatch (as Sherlock Holmes)

I think I joined the BBC Sherlock fandom around the time season 2 dropped and fell so hard for Sherlock. I even when to the first Sherlocked CON in London only to be madly disappointed when I actually met him. I can’t describe it but as I walked into the photo area and stood right next to him I instantly knew I don’t like Him. Like we didn’t even speak much it was just an instand bad feeling that I still have many years later. At the time it felt like a very bad breakup.

3. Mark Gatiss (as Mycroft Holmes)

Always liked his character in BBC Sherlock but I honestly fell in love the same day I lost Benedict. Coping mechanisms? Maybe. Idk.

3. Tom Hiddleston (as Loki)

Honestly what does it say about me that I always fall for the bad guys? It got as far as me cutting my hair short and getting a ridiculously expensive cosplay. Still I’m only here for the older version of Loki. Honestly after Ragnarök everything went to hell and I don’t really enjoy anything that came from the MCU after that. Not even from my beloved god of mischief.

4. Adam Driver (as Kylo Ren)

Look at this face and tell me you’re not in love. Isn’t he just the cutest? And don’t we Love a man that destroyes things when he’s angry?

5. Jared Harris (as Valery Legasov)

Chernobyl somehow triggered something in me that I thought was long dead. It may be because of my families history in the Soviet Union.. I don’t know. But lemme tell you I haven’t produced fanart that excessive in quite a while.

6. Jin-Yi Han (as TalTal)

(I had to make this gif myself because the fandom is f*cking dead) I swear I always join the party years to late. But Jin-Yi Han awoke a new love for Asian culture in me. I never had much interest for KDramas but honestly this one spoke to me. He became a comfort character.

7. Charlies Dance (as Sardo Numspa)

The first time I saw him as Tywin Lannister in Game of Thrones I thought Damn Daddy please beat my ass… and the rest is history.

We can kinda see a patern here. Don’t we? (Mostly)Mean dudes with longer (dark) hair and anger management issues. Also I’m a slut for authority.

I’ve alway been an artistic person so I flooded the internet with fan art and sometimes fanfiction for all of my beloved characters.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Deuxmoi has been on this "so serious" holivia push for months, and on Tuesday Apr 19 2022 posted about them being engaged. She literally went from an all caps YES to 50% no, 50% yes in the span of an hour.

So to be clear this is her progression: YES > high probability > heard this too > 50% no, 50% yes. Give me a break.

She then went on Twitter to say they posted the blind based on info that led them to believe it was true. She also made sure to argue with fans and be a bitch:

And insult larries while she's at it:

Then she included the topic on her podcast, where she also managed to go out of her way to insult larries yet again:

Transcript:

Deuxmoi: Which brings me to something that is going on on the IG account as we speak. My dms are still blowing up. Today is Tuesday, April 19th, and I just posted that I BELIEVE, not that I feel, I believe based on information that I have received that Harry Styles and Olivia Wilde are engaged.

Lex (guest): Amazing. I mean, can I ask...you probably get a lot of this more than I do. I do a lot of Q&As weekly, and people are always like 'Harry and Olivia, do you think it's for PR?', and I'm like 'I don't think that these 2 are fucking for PR!'. Like look at them! They're both successful, hot, available people. Who cares about their age!? Like OMG it blows my mind that people have such an apprehension to believing that this could be real. So I'm very happy for them.

D: Yes, I've maintained that I don't believe that they're PR from the beggining. And pretty much, I don't think I've wavered from that this whole time. But this is what I wanna say because everyone's messaging and saying 'what's the proof?', 'who told you this?', 'where did you get this info?'. If you've been following the account, I do not reveal my sources. And I don't fuck with certain things. I don't fuck with people's kids and I don't fuck with people's jobs. So I'm not going to be able to give you guys specifics on why I think this, but I believe it. And I've actually been saying this for a while! That they're on the path to engagement.

L: And also, I'm sorry, at this point, 2 years into everything that you're doing. Do you really need to always prove your source? Like, how many things have been shared with you, or that you shared that have come true? And ofc there are things that haven't, but there's so much evidence that supports that if people tell you something, and you believe that source and you share it to be true and confirm, that it is true. So at this point, why are people not trusting that? At this point, essentially when like, you ARE the number 1 source now for the Just Jareds, the US Weeklys, the E News, like people reference your content as FACT. CMON like. I'm really up on my stool here, idk, how are we still having this conversation of trusting your sources?

D: Listen, I am not gonna sit here and say that everything I posted has been 100% true. And a lot of the times I use my intuition. So with this specific piece of information, somebody told me something and I am using my intuition to choose to believe that Harry Styles and Olivia Wilde are either engaged or on the path to being engaged. I think they might already be engaged, but no, I don't have proof. I don't have a picture of her ring. Harry and Olivia did not group text me and announce that they're engaged. [laughs]

L [joking]: They face-timed you with her ring on the phone.

D: Exactly, none of that happened. I just believe the information that I received. Now if the information I received is someone playing a joke, then I got this wrong and I'm sorry but. And you know, the person didn't really even want me to share this information. They were just sort of telling me. And I said to them, can I share it? I don't even know if they know I shared it. I haven't heard from them.

L: I mean, it's out there now. To your point, I think that if it is not locked, ring on finger yet, it is imminent. It's coming. Like, they seem so solid to me, and really happy. And he's always gone for older women. She seems to be in a place where she really likes commited monogamous relationships. They're probably at a similar maturity level based on all the fame they've both experienced. It all comes together and makes sense to me. And the pople that are probably arguing with you, and I don't wanna talk about this because I will get yelled at in the dms and so will you, are the larries. The Larry Theory people.

D: [laughs]

L: Those people. I can't bring it up. I can't bring it up! [laughs].

D: [laughs] Some people I don't think. I think that most level-headed regular people who enjoy pop culture don't know what the larries are. But they are a group, part of Harry Styles, I guess, stan culture, One Direction, that believe that Harry and Louis are in a relationship. It's ridiculous. I don't even wanna give it any airtime. It's SO STUPID. Anyway, I just had to get that Harry Styles and Olivia information off my chest because I received so many dms. And I'm not going to put into writing, you know, ANYTHING, because you guys will take it to Twitter, you'll take to Tumblr, you'll misinterpret it. And I can't put anything in writing. I have to speak my piece. I have to go thru it emotionally. And thank you Lex for being here on this emotional journey.

L: Ofc!

D: I'm happy to have you here as my emotional support human because it's been a couple hours.

[writingsfromhome]

Endgame II

A/N: Okay, the storyline in this fic has been a lot of fun to write. And this one’s going to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger but the final will come soon. Thanks for reading thus far 🥰

Note: Mentions of a toxic relationship

Part 1 / 2 / 3

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“Look! Isn’t he so handsome?” Rowan asks.

It’s Saturday night and we’re holding drinks and pizza like it’s a freshman rush after-party. I didn’t realize this get-together at Jared and Dru’s was also an excuse to host tonight’s football match, but as long as socializing wasn’t at the centre of this gathering, I could handle it.

“He’s…okay.” Jared had the same brown/blonde hair as his brother but he was more angular where Dru was less so. Jared wore his hair outgrown while Dru’s evolved into a slicked-back style. “What does he do again?”

“He’s working at a nonprofit,” Rowan is basically fangirling. “Isn’t that so sweet?”

“Does he get paid?” I ask, finding it hard to imagine him at nonprofit let alone them hiring someone like him.

“I dunno,” she shrugs. “He’s pretty passionate about it.”

I realize on my way here that Rowan needed to make out with Jared in order to get over him. So it was my mission to make sure that happened tonight, of course I was relying on the fact that he was a bad kisser. Or had horrible breath. But she needed to get him out of her system, I needed my best friend to move on from this mediocre white man.

I move my gaze off of Jared and onto the wall that projects the game. It’s the final 6 minutes and everyone in the group was tense.

“So this is fun for us…” I say drily.

“Just get drunk,” a voice from beside me shoots back. “If I remember, that’s when you’re most fun.”

I crush my teeth together, Dru.

“Piss off,” I don’t even spare him a glance. Rowan glances between us like she was about to leave us alone to battle it out, but I eye her to stay.

“Always so mean to me,” he steps out in front of me so that I’m forced to look at him. He pretends to look sad before breaking into a bright grin like the psychopath he was. “The game’s pretty close hey?”

“Looks like we might actually win!” Rowan entertains his bullshite for the sake of being polite. She catches his attention.

“Rowan, nice seeing you here. How have you been?”

“I’m good!” She smiles. “Nice to see everyone again, it’s been so long.”

“I know,” he glances back to me, his eyes trailing the length of me. “Feels like Y/N avoids me, she hasn’t come to our last two reunions.”

I ignore him, staring at the game instead. This only makes him laugh.

“My brother invited you right?” He continues talking to Rowan. “Have you said hi yet? He’s buried somewhere in that pile over there.”

She was already ogling him the moment she walked in but Rowan nods, “Oh yeah, there he is!”

“Jared!” Dru shouts, his voice carrying across the whole room. Several heads turn. “Be a good host to your invitees!” He motions to Rowan who’s turning redder than a raspberry.

“Oh no,” she says faintly. “Let the game finish, we can talk later…if you want. Whatever! Just…” she trails off in embarrassment so I decide it’s time I step in.

“Dru, how about you go watch the game like you said. Don’t pretend to be a matchmaker here.” This is what I hated, he humiliated people just because he could.

“Yes mummy,” he grins before walking back to his seat. As the space he occupied empties, I see a familiar face I’m not expecting turned towards us. It’s Harry, sitting two people down from Jared, in his football jersey, here.

His expression is hard to read but my shock must be written all over my face because Rowan looks over to what I’m looking at.

“Oh wow, is that--it’s Harry! He’s looking fit huh? I haven’t seen him at one of these in a while.”

“Wh-what?” I sputter. “You know Harry?”

“Yeah?” She laughs. “You know him too you weirdo?”

“Yeah from work but-“

“Oh shite, that’s work-Harry?”

“Yes!” I glance at Harry again but he’s turned away again. “He went to school with us?”

“Y/N seriously? He was like, so tight with Dru and Jared in first and second year. They kinda drifted because he went into a different program I think but like, we saw him at parties all the time-oh! He had long hair back then, wore those ridiculous rings for a semester…you really don’t remember?”

“Oh my god no,” things suddenly start to make sense. No wonder he hated me the second he laid eyes on me at the office—he knew me in uni! And obviously I didn’t pay him any mind but he was friends with Dru, so his mind must be filled with the shite Dru spread about me. Clingy, bitchy, crazy. I blink back tears. “That’s such a small world.”

“I know! Did you know, he actually helped Jared get his job? He knew some people there since he did some design work for them for free! You know he was living in Manchester after graduation? I think but he moved back to London recently...which I guess you know because...”

I can barely listen to Rowan. I was freaking out, trying to place any memory of him in my mind but I was drawing a blank. Even in any reunions of the last three years I hadn’t noticed him.

“I’ve just got to...” I pat Rowan and walk away from the packed room.

“You alright?” she asks, grabbing my arm.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve just got to step away for a second. Use the toilet.”

She lets me go and I move down the hall to sit on the staircase with my drink.

Everything was starting to make sense with Harry. But what a complete dick for believing Dru’s words! God, this is why I couldn’t “let go” like Rowan wanted me to. Because I still ran into him every so often, everything he did, and all the shite he spread about me, made it kind of impossible to let it go. Because it still affected me now and it still coloured the way some people saw me. He fucked me up, my ability to get into another long term relationship, and apparently my relationships in the workplace now too.

I stumble up the stairs and find the toilet on the first go, gagging but nothing comes out. I drink the tap water and settle on top of the toilet seat with a wet tissue pressed to my forehead but it doesn’t work against the familiar pressure building in my chest.

I hear cheering from downstairs, the match must have ended. But the noise begins to sound like it’s coming from a tunnel. I had to get out of here, I needed fresh air, or just to be anywhere that wasn’t-

I lurch for the door handle, but it slips in my wet grasp. I try to focus on the panic, and it works momentarily as I get the door open but I face my next obstacle: the staircase. I just needed to collect myself. I turn in a circle and see another flight of stairs tucked away—they must lead to the attic. Maybe if I just sit at the bottom, hidden from view, I could catch my breath.

But the issue was I could barely get in a breath. What a total nightmare. It had been a couple years since I had a full blown anxiety attack, and of course it happens at my ex’s house with a bunch of friends I barely saw gathered downstairs.

My attention snags on my name: “yeah she might be in there, can you make sure she’s alright? I’ve just got to…”

That was Rowan. I wait for the other voice, praying it wasn’t Dru she was talking to. From my vantage point on the staircase, I see the light from the bathroom light up the opposite wall and then go out as the door closes. A few minutes go by, I feel marginally better but my breath is still only coming out in short bursts and my hands tremble. The fact that it could be Dru in the bathroom, and he could find me in this vulnerable position scares the shit out of me.

I drag myself up but I must get up too fast, forgetting I wasn’t sat on the bottom step, because I pitch forward over the step I missed.

I nearly faceplant, but two thirds of the way down strong arms catch me, a knee is inches from my face as it braces their body and mine against falling to the floor.

“Y/N,” a god-awful voice says. Of course; if it wasn’t Dru, it had to be Harry.

“I’m fine,” I breath. I try to push him away but his grip is strong and he pushes me gently back onto the step I came from.

“Hey, look at me,” Harry crouches in front of me. How humiliating, I think, for a man who already thinks I’m weak and flighty to see me like this. “Y/N, you’re okay can you focus on me?”

“I have to-“ I take a shaky breath. “I’m-I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Harry says, and when I shoot him a look he corrects himself. “You will be, but you’re not fine right now. I’m going to sit here.”

He sits on the last step below me, his hand grips my shoulder and he gently pushes me down towards my knees. Of course, I’d forgotten this in my racing thoughts. I rest my head in between my knees and he lets go as soon as I get there. I tell myself I shouldn’t give a fuck he was here, he’d made up his mind about me based on rumours anyway, so who cares if he saw me like this?

I sense him shifting to the step I’m on, our bodies are pressed against each other in the narrow space. A moment goes by, and his hand lands on my back. He rubs in a rhythmic motion that’s soothing and unsettling at the same time.

“Is this alright?” He asks. And the feel of his hand, the question in the midst of my attack must zap the synapses in my brain because suddenly I do remember Harry from uni.

I jerk my head up to face him, miscalculating how far he was. My head bashes his face and he flings backwards, a hand to his face.

“Fuuck,” he groans.

“Oh shit,” I press a hand to my chest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry I-“ I cut off and take a deep breath, as deep as I could right now. “Is it bleeding let me see, is it-“

“I’m fine!” He waves my hand away from his face. “It’s-it’s not bleeding.” He confirms as he drags his hand off his face and inspects his fingers.

“I’m so sorry,” I inspect his nose but he cups it gingerly again. “Seriously I’m-“

“It’s alright,” he says again, gentler but still pushing me away. “At least it’s not broken.”

“Shame. Might have been an improvement to your face,” I say before I can think. I slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide in apology.

For a moment, I think he’s going to swear at me and walk away. But it passes, instead he chuckles. A laugh. “So you’re just trying to shape my face into what you’d like it to look?”

That makes me laugh, I bring a fist down on my knee. “The plan’s foiled, damnit.”

We smile at each other, it was weird. In this dim staircase on the musty carpet Harry and I share a moment. And i remember again, it wasn’t our first moment together. Although it was our first moment I could see his face.

“It was you,” I whisper.

He looks puzzled, and I open my mouth to explain but we’re interrupted.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner.”

“You and me both,” I recognize the voice as Rowan. That must mean it was Jared. At least I hoped it was.

They move towards us and we freeze. I clutch Harry’s arm accepting that we were going to be noticed, and I notice instead how toned he was, something the long sleeves on his button-ups at work ailed to showcase--I wonder if he worked out and what the rest of him might look like...

“This is it,” Jared stops nearly in front of us, but they’re so busy staring into each other’s eyes they don’t see us. He opens his door and they disappear, the sound of a lock, a giggle, and a slam against the door.

I let out a breath and hear Harry beside me doing the same.

“That was close. Can you imagine if they saw us? We must look so creepy in the dark…” I trail off when I look at Harry. It must be the wrong thing to say because his jaw tightens.

“I should go back down,” he stands up and I’m ashamed to say I seriously considered asking him to stay. Instead I make a joke of it.

“And here I thought I would have your company a little longer.”

I look up, and then further up to look at his face. He stares for a second before checking, “are you feeling better?”

“Oh,” I remember suddenly why he was here in the first place. “Yeah, I am. Thanks Harry.”

His gaze darkens, “Don’t…”

“Don’t?” I ask when he leaves his sentence unfinished.

“Uhm, don’t…don’t,” he stalls. “Don’t forget to lay off the alcohol, it won’t mix well with…anxiety.”

“Oh right,” for a second I thought he was going to say something a little more life changing. But this was Harry, and right on cue the unspoken rules of our relationship comes crashing down on us like a noose.

“I’ll see you around,” he finishes with both hands stuffed in his pocket. With a lingering look, I hear him rushing down the main staircase. Not soon after, I hear unsavoury noises from the bedroom so I follow his footsteps back down.

I find a water bottle in the fridge and take it with me, walking outside until I reach my car parked down the street. I sit inside, text Rowan where I was, and then pull the lever to flatten out my seat. I was exhausted and I couldn’t face the room of people in that house. Especially not Dru, and especially not Harry with the oddly charged conversation we just had. Something shifted for a moment between us and I think it might be from my end. I realized he was Twenty One from my first day of uni.

I had looked for him a couple weeks after that encounter once I was thoroughly over the embarrassment from that day. I searched the field for the whole week any time a game was on. It was only on the Friday that I spotted 21. I’d approached him, thanked him, and he’d looked at me like I was on drugs.

“Wrong person,” he’d said with a concerned face. “I don’t think we’ve never met.”

And we hadn’t, his voice was higher and more boyish than my twenty-one.

“I’m sorry,” mortified, again. “Sorry. Let’s just…pretend this never happened!”

“Sure,” he’d shrugged.

Six years later, I’d found him in the figurative sense because apparently he’d been there all along. He knew me before Dru and I happened, yet he’d stayed away from ever approaching me and even then, believing Dru’s lies. It was difficult for me to map what was true about Harry and what I had romanticized about him before I knew it was him.

But at the end of it, all I can really conclude was this: he was kind when he didn’t need to be. And when he found me in the same state today, despite our history at work, he showed the same kindness. Maybe he wasn’t good, but he was decent.

I really just wanted to know, who was the real Harry and what had made him this way with me?

Harry:

I’m sitting here amongst friends, some of these people I’m seeing for the first time in years. But my mind is somewhere else.

I can’t get her eyes out of my face; the cautious hope, the curiosity they held when she’d said And here I thought I would have your company a little longer. She looked at me like she did all those years ago. And with those eyes, my name sounded sin from her lips, Thanks Harry. The fact that I found her on the staircase leading up to my room, I could have helped her upstairs and...

Fuck, I couldn’t go down this road. It was wrong in so many ways, not to mention she was the kind of woman who could break my heart without a second thought. So I have to do what I’ve done with the two other moments I hold dear with us. I condense it, shrink it all the way down so I can bury it deep in my heart and forget about it. For now.

When I was alone and weak, I obsessed over these moments. I would think of what could have been. But for the me right now, they disappear as if they never mattered.

The thought hardens me into what I needed to be, to guard my heart. She’d stomped on it once before, and I couldn’t let her do it again.

But in the moment it takes for me to finish my drink, I make myself relive that moment to remind me why I could never grow soft towards her. I remember how dangerous she was for me:

“You’re not out of her league!” Ben claps me on the back. “You’ve been fucking drooling all over her since last year. Just make your move!”

“Yeah,” says our other friend. “You’ll never know if you can have her unless you grow the balls to test it out.”

“What do you think?” I ask Dru, the only one who was unusually quiet. We were assigned dorm mates in our first year. I never thought I’d find a best friend in him, but he was like a brother to me. The day I met Y/N he told me my constant grinning to myself was creeping him out. I’d told him about her, the girl behind the shed. Of course, I didn’t know her name then. But Dru had asked around for me, his brother had gotten the name somehow.

“I don’t really see her as your type--I’m sorry for saying the truth!” He defends himself when our other friends start booing him. “Look at her: scowl on her face, alone at a party—she wants attention and she’s upset she’s not getting any. You really want a high maintenance girl?”

He’d called her high maintenance once before. I’d gotten her name, and we had finally spotted her at a party a couple weeks later. She had been clinging onto her friend Rowan the whole party, obviously socially anxious. Dru had pointed out that anxious girls were too high maintenance, I was in my prime years and having a clingy girlfriend was going to kill my vibe. “You’re 18, you don’t want endgame at 18.” He’s said; he helped me give her space when she needed it.

“He doesn’t have to marry her,” Ben says. “Hook up, and then tell her no strings.”

She wasn’t just a hook up though, I knew that. Since that day on the field, my crush on her only grew any time I saw her. It was amazing, every time I saw her she looked a bit more like herself and it only intensified my feelings. Of course, she always looked past me so I never got to know if she thought anything of me. Except for one night at a party last year when I bumped into her when she was really drunk, but even after that she never looked my way. Maybe today was my chance.

“I just don’t want you to get crushed. Trust me,” Dru says to me. “I’ve been with tons of girls like her. They just want a guy to make out with and make them feel special. I bet if I go up to her she’ll come on to me.”

“Really?” Our friends ask hesitantly, which makes me feel a bit sick-imagining her making out with Dru.

“D’you wanna bet?” Dru faces us, gleeful in the face of a challenge. “Alright, alright how about this? I’ll go up and tell her you want her number. But watch, she’ll decide she likes the attention she already has from me and--mate, do you think I’m joking?”

“No I just…” I didn’t want Dru to do that. Because Dru was usually right about these kinds of things and I didn’t want him to be right this time. I know I wasn’t making her up in my head, but I’ve also never talked to her.

“Get this on camera so I don’t have to say I told you so,” Dru goes on like he didn’t hear me. “I’m sorry Styles, I’m about to prove this to you.”

He goes up to her, the scowl stays on her face until she puts a hand on her hip. Then she looks back at us and my heart hammers in my chest, I feel like I’m going to have a fucking heart attack. She says something to him, I try to read her lips but she’s too far away. She looks back at us and smiles, waving her hand at us. I think, this is it, she was going to remember me and give Dru my number. But times takes a slothful pace as she turns her gaze back to Dru. It’s her ring that catches the light, and I’m confused because it’s on the back of Dru’s head. Her ring is-

“Ohh fuck,” Ben swears, lowering his phone. "He was right.”

It’s a disaster I can’t look away from, my brain barely processes how she tugs him closer to her, it’s only when her back hits the wall and they part that the implication of this moment hits me. I feel sucker-punched. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, this wasn’t Y/N. It couldn’t be.

Dru looks back at me, he looks apologetic, even mouths sorry. I sense her looking too but I can’t stop staring at Dru, she kissed him. She kissed him and I will never have her, this person I’ve slowly fell for she’s never going to happen to me.

But what comes shocking is when she goes to kiss him again, he stops her and for a split second I think he’s going to step away and come back to us. But they leave, they leave the fucking room.

“Did he just...”

“If Dru can get it, why not? Sorry Harry, guess she was just like the rest of them.”

“Is he...?” I can’t even ask the question, and my friends can’t answer because we all know how fucked up it was that Dru had taken this chance to prove something to me, and stepped over the line.

“She’s just a girl, there’s plenty of them at this party mate. Forget about her.” they try to comfort me but I’m not easily fixed. Something just cracked inside of me, and I didn’t have the tools to fix it.

Dru finds me the next day, I’m packing my room for the summer. I was going to spend it in London but I decided I needed a break, I was going back to Manchester for a few weeks before meeting my mates in Spain.

He tells me he was sorry, she was just that kind of girl and he did me a favour. He saved me from a broken heart. He asks me if I ever really knew her, that I fantasized about her so much I made her something she wasn’t. And the more he talks, the more I come to see his point. But a small part of me still stings, because the connection we had that day in the field, and the stolen moment at last year’s party, they were real. So when he asks whether I was still staying in London, I stand stronger in taking a break. I needed to clear my head, and piece my heart back together again. Something in me knew then, things weren’t going to be the same.

“Harry,” the sound of glass hitting glass breaks me out of my memory. Dru stands in front of me with one brow raised. “Mate, I’ve been calling your name.”

“Yeah,” I look around, no one seemed to notice my mental absence.

“You alright?” he holds up his beer and clanks it against mine again. “I was asking if you want a refill? Yours’ empty.”

“I think I’m done for the night,” I admit.

“It’s only 10!” Dru shouts. “Somebody get this man an earl grey, he’s retiring for bed!”

A couple of our friends laugh but most people are interested in their own conversations so they don’t notice. I needed out of this room, I walk out to the kitchen in the back of the house. Dru follows of course.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks as he pulls two new drinks out from the fridge. He stands rigid before turning back to look at me with a smirk. “Oh...I know. You saw Y/N right? Don’t tell me you’re still letting her get in your head.”

I stare at him for a moment, blank faced. I realize, I don’t think I’ve actually told him I worked in the same company as her. It wasn’t conscious, I was pretty sure I’d told Jared but I guess Jared hadn’t told him either. Dru had no idea I saw Y/N at least 3 days a week. And apparently, in the 6 months we were under the same roof, I hadn’t told him...at all.

“No,” I spot the bottle opener beside the sink and open our bottles. I guess I would have one more. “It’s just been a long week, I haven’t seen half these people in a couple years I’m just...”

“Getting old,” Dru slaps me on the back. “You’ve been gone too long mate. Not to worry though, I’ll fix you right up, let’s get back to the party.”

I let him drag me back out physically, but in every other aspect I wasn’t really here. My mind was stuck in the past, reliving my uni days. Nothing was making sense again.

[toovirgins]

I stumbled across this comment on YouTube earlier—and at first I was like haha nice but then I actually thought about it and I think there’s a really interesting opportunity for mclennon conspiracy discourse here. (yay!)

Under a cut because it’s a bit lengthy.

Nowhere Boy (2009) with Aaron Taylor Johnson and Thomas Brody Sangster: In this film about early John and his path to the Beatles, there are (arguably) new, nuanced details about his familial life and childhood/background that haven’t typically been conveyed in prior film portrayals of Lennon—and this “new, nuanced” bit comes from reading reviews and hearing comments about how many people watching the film (what I would consider, like, a “general population” of Beatles fans) didn’t even know about the details of his mother’s death. In the film, there’s a scene where Paul’s playing Julia’s banjo, and long story short John gets in a fight with someone and tosses the banjo and storms out. Paul follows him out there and he punches Paul in the face, who goes crumbling to the concrete. So, that’s the “punching scene”. The point is, Paul McCartney reportedly made it very clear that that never happened (i.e., that John had never hit him) after he saw the film and was not happy about it. (I’ve heard this “not happy about [the film]” narrative over and over, but I can’t seem to find any great direct quotes from Paul, other than people saying that Paul wasn’t a fan and suggesting he wasn’t happy about certain other portrayals [lol]- so if anyone has any, I’d love to hear about it!). Essentially, in response, Taylor Johnson tried to defend the emotional validity of the film and suggested, like, well we think John probably wanted to hit Paul a lot of the time, and the movie is just activating an interpretation of that. But, yeah, the point was that Paul was pissed about the punch scene and was reportedly very adamant that John never, ever hit him. And it’s not as though Paul had issues with the violence of it, because if it was that, why would he discuss it as an inaccuracy? Is there a nicer way to punch someone in the face? And, that would be completely neglecting the 0.2 seconds later when John realizes what he’s done and pulls Paul into a tight hug, which forms a very beautiful street shot of one morphed being shortly thereafter (side note: creative decision meant to emphasize the oneness in their bond of losing their mothers? anyway).

Two of Us (2000) television drama with Jared Harris and Aidan Quinn: First off, I feel like it’s worth mentioning that this is directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg (who is also the director of Let it Be (1970), so... guy who spend hours upon hours with and watching the Beatles?). In this movie, there’s an elevator scene where John and Paul are messing around, cracking jokes and getting in a playfight and whatnot, and in the midst of it all John kisses him. After a couple of seconds, Paul pushes him off and doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he just makes a joke (”Just ‘cause Yoko’s away doesn’t mean you have to stop brushing your teeth”) and they laugh it off. Contrary to Nowhere Boy, Paul rather liked Two of Us as remarked on by Aidan Quinn in an interview on April 18, 2004: “Just after I finished the film, I went on holiday and Paul McCartney was staying at the same place. I met him and we became quite friendly. Later, he saw the film and fortunately he liked it. It would have been terrible if he'd hated it.” It appears that Paul is very complimentary of Two of Us - hence, the joke in the fandom that like “paul likes the kissing scene”. Paul hasn’t said anything about the kiss directly that I can find (sus in and of itself), but there’s been reasonable arguments made for the validity of the scene in that all of the other portrayals of John and Paul in the film are so accurate and realistic and truthful (see: Martin Lewis quote)—why would this detail be any different?

We could analyze these films and creative decisions separately and in comparison for hours and hours, but I find the McCartney responses a particular area of interest. Because don’t we think if Paul was adamant about setting the narrative straight on things that did or didn’t happen between him and John, and if he wanted to continue to push his ever-insistent narrative of ‘John wasn’t gay bc if he was he would’ve made a pass at me (or someone else) in 20 years’, he would also want to make it very well-known that the kissing scene didn’t happen either? With the same level of insistence? Though the movies themselves aren’t reduced to these two polarized scenes, is it not worth considering why Paul chose to speak out about one, but not the other? If it was an issue of setting the record straight (no pun intended), would Paul not wish to exercise the same amount of caution with kissing scenes as with fighting scenes, especially given what we know about how he has typically viewed and discussed sexuality? 

Or, could it possibly be that the kissing scene—in its presentation of playfighting, spontaneity, a brief moment of confusion and realization, then laughed off and construed as a joke—isn’t an inaccuracy?

[emilysshortstories]

Paul Lahote Part 2

Don’t really know what to call this, but thanks for all the love on the last part. I’m gonna try and post weekly but I work a lot so no promises.

Warnings: Angst, lots of it. cussing, hints towards abuse.

After a few weeks went by things seemed to work themselves out between Jacob and Bella. I would drive out to Emily’s about once a week, Paul conveniently never being there. Which I was actually kinda glad about, although I felt eager to be around him, Jared told me about his anger issues so I think it’s better for me to steer clear of him until this eagerness goes away. Anger issues scare me. 

Jared and I have gotten close through these visits, always laughing at each other's sarcastic jokes and ending the night with an episode of New Girl. That was usually the time when everyone else bailed but I didn’t care, it gave Jared and I some hilarious inside jokes. No matter how close we got, our feelings for each other never grew past platonic, though I would rarely catch Sam giving Jared a look. It was never all knowing “when are you going to ask her out?” look, more of a “back off” look. But that could just be me reading into it too much, there is nothing. I am thinking too much. I’m just happy I finally made a friend of my own. 

One day when I arrived at Emily’s for dinner, there was a new face in the crowd. “Y/N! You’re here!” said Emily as I walked in. “Hey! This is for you. It’s a cake for later” I said, handing her the grocery bag in my hands. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. This is Seth, Harry’s son.” Emily pointed to the unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Charlie Swan’s niece.” I introduced myself, but Seth just kind of stared at me, never saying a word. Jared’s laughing was what broke the silence. “What are you laughing at dick nose?” I asked, hoping not to embarrass Seth. “Nothing, just your ability to woo people” 

“Very funny, I don’t woo anyone, you’re imagining things. How Emily puts up with you is beyond me.”

“IT’S NOT WITHOUT GREAT DIFFICULTY” Emily yelled from the kitchen before walking towards us. “Paul isn’t going to show up again?” she added.

“Nope” Embry said “ Too stubborn for his own good, the dumbass”

“Hey, if he doesn’t want to meet me that’s fine. It’s none of my business.” I say, hoping to ease Emily’s thoughts, seeming it always bothers her when he doesn’t show up. 

We all seemed to move past it and dinner was great, as usual. “Hey, instead of New Girl do you want to take a walk? I’ll show you the hiking trails around here.” Jared asked me.

“Sounds great” I said with a smile.

“Can I join you guys?” Seth asks like a small child which made me have to suppress a giggle. Poor boy had been staring at me all night like a lost puppy, he was cute no doubt, but being 5 years younger than me was a deal breaker. 

“No, Jared has something important to explain to her. Remember?” Sam said like he was Seth’s father. He seemed to always be incharge of everything around these guys so that didn’t surprise me. I definitely wouldn’t call them a cult, but club would be a better term, seeming as a hierarchy was apparent. 

“Seth likes you” Jared said as soon as we walked out of the house. “Wow! Way to out your friend there! Remind me to never trust you with a secret. Plus you don’t know that for certain, he just met me.” I said and Jared laughed, but didn’t say anything back. No until we were pretty deep into the woods did I ask “So what is this thing Sam said you needed to show me?” 

“Well I wanted to try and explain it to you but I have a feeling you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Your sarcasm levels are like no other to be fair, so show me.”

“Ok” he said and stopped walking. “Just brace yourself and try not to panic. I promise I won’t hurt you ok?”

“Ok” I say, trying to do what he said.

I watched. Watched him take off his shoes. Watched him back up a few feet. Watched him start to shake. Just like Paul did that day Bella slapped him. Then I watched him turn into a wolf. I was stuck. Didn’t say or do anything. I couldn’t. Just continued to watch as this wolf trotted back into the woods. My brain was blank. No thoughts, words or actions came to mind. Everyone knows the fight or flight trauma responses, but not a lot of people talk about the third: freeze. 

Jared came back, this time a human. “You okay?”. I took a deep breath and said “I’m in need of explanation please” I remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt me. 

He explained the histories, Vampires, and why he spends most of his time with the “pack”. I listened, tried to take it all in and process the copious amounts of new information, but apparently I was too quiet for Jared. “Please say something” 

“I’m alright, surprised to say the least and will need some time to process everything. But I’m not mad I promise. Thank you for telling me everything.”

“Well, that actually is not all. We just figured it would be best to wait until you’re ok with this first.” 

“There is more? Please just tell me the rest, trust me, I process better with all the information.”

“Okay, well. We can hear each other's thoughts, we are 108 degrees, and we can imprint.”

“That’s why you never wear shirts… What’s imprinting?” 

“The best way I can describe it is soulmates. When we make eye contact with them, our whole world becomes this person and we will be and do anything for them. When we are apart it’s hell, getting rejected by an imprint can really fuck you up. Make you sick. No one has ever died from being seperated from an imprint but you might as well be.”

“That sounds intense. What does that have to do with me?” 

“Paul imprinted on you. And it scared him. Still does scare him because love was never something that he wanted. That’s why he won’t see you, he isn’t mad at you. He’s in love with you and his stubbornness is eating him alive. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to listen to his obsessive thoughts all the time.” 

“Hold on. Paul is my soulmate but he doesn't want me?”

“No, he wants you. He needs you, but he’s scared. We thought if we told you, you could convince-”

“You want me to try and convince my soulmate that he should be with me?... Fuck that. You dump all this crap on me and then tell me my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me?!”

As if on cue, Paul came out of the woods “What did you do to her Jared? You hurt her?!”

“How do you know I’m in pain?”

“We feel our imprints' pain too” Jared added. 

“Oh! Perfect! So you can feel what you are doing to me asshole!” I couldn’t help but yell at Paul, I was overwhelmed to say the least. I’d never been so angry in my whole life. 

“What?”

“Jared didn’t hurt me, You did! What? You thought that I would be all sweet and understanding?! Awe my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me-”

“No it’s no like that-”

“What is it? Am I not as pretty as you thought I would be? Well I can guarantee that you were not what I had in mind either you prick! In fact you are the last person I ever wanted. Oh great! Another egotistical asshole with anger issues to make me feel like shit all the time! Let me just take off my shoes so you can sweep me off my feet properly! I’m happy you got some practice keeping your distance from me. Now keep doing it! And don’t you dare think, even for a second, that you have any sort of claim over me. I’m out of here!”

Frustrated tears flowed down my face like a waterfall while my heart felt like it had died in my stomach and air was coming into my lungs but not my head. 

“Please don’t go. I had no idea you would feel this way. I can’t be separated from you anymore, I’ll go insane-”

“GOOD! Now fuck off!” I got into my car and slammed my door before Paul ran up to me window “Ok ok you can leave, just please let me drive you home. You shouldn’t be driving like this, and it’s dark. I promise I won’t say a word. Let Jared drive you! Anything.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” My own stubbornness got the best of me and I drove away. Only this time I was dumb enough to look in the mirror to see Paul sobbing.

[fanficimagery]

The Witch’s Companion

Imagine settling down in La Push and instantly hitting it off with a group of locals. You have an instant connection with Sam Uley and though you know exactly what the connection is, you find that you would rather have Sam tell you what it is. Only he has trouble finding a way and you find it rather amusing since you already know all about the supernatural realm. After all, you are a part of it.

Words: 6.3K Author’s Note: This is so bad, but I didn’t wanna trash it. I needed something to post. My apologies.

Since coming into your magic, you've always felt like something was missing. No matter how much you studied or how much progress you made in mastering your abilities, you always felt incomplete. You stayed home long enough to complete your high school education and then worked a few years to earn some cash before deciding to take a chance out in the real world on your own.

Fortunately for you, however, your family knew you'd be leaving the coven and they were more than prepared to send you on your way with funds they had saved up over the years themselves. It was a tearful goodbye, but as soon as you were on the road you felt it in every fiber of your being that you were making the right choice.

You drove for hours on end, not content enough to stop until the moon was high in the sky, and then found the least skeezy motel you could find to stay the night in. Then after paying for the night and putting a sigil of protection on your truck so no one could peek through the windows or break a window without setting off a blaring alarm, you showered and prepared for bed. But as you laid in bed, you tossed and turned as your brain wouldn't shut off. So instead of counting sheep, you got back up and dug out some of your supplies from the bag you kept close to you at all times.

As you sat on the floor with your legs crossed beneath you and a map spread out in front of you, you lit four white candles and placed one on each corner of the map. You took a white crystal on a chain and let it pool in your hand before closing your eyes, then holding the crystal against your chest. With nothing but good intentions and the hope of finding that missing part of you, you rubbed the crystal over your heart before grabbing the chain and letting the crystal hang over the map. And then with your eyes still closed, you twirled the crystal over the map before holding your hand still and letting spirits guide the crystal so you have an inkling of where to drive next.

Minutes passed and when you felt the chain still in your hand, you opened your eyes and found the tip of the crystal pointing towards the North-West portion of the map. So with somewhat of a destination in mind, you packed your belongings and was finally able to fall asleep.

Over the next few days you drove and drove, stopping for bathroom breaks, food and rest when necessary. When you hit the west coast and then started driving north, you were skeptical about where the crystal had really been pointing. But then you get to Forks, Washington and something just feels different. It doesn't feel right, but it's damn near close and you decide to drive around some more.

It isn't until you drive onto the reservation in La Push that it feels like you can properly breathe for the first time ever and you nearly cry tears of relief. But before you can start making plans of settling down, you know there are some things that must be addressed. Because growing up in a coven and learning of every supernatural creature you could, you know La Push is home to the legends of spirit warriors. And behind every legend is truth. So in order to be on good terms with the locals and the elders of the tribe, you know you must ask permission to stay on their lands.

The elders, surprisingly, needed no convincing. They were wary of a witch's presence at first, but after explaining everything to them they seemed to perk up with interest. More than a couple of the elders had twinkling eyes when you spoke of feeling as if a part of you was missing and that you only felt at complete ease once you crossed their borders. They even gave you a few suggestions on available houses in the area and you took your leave after asking them to keep your heritage a secret. You wanted to meet people on your own time and not have anyone seek you out because of what you could do. They completely understood and wished you well.

So a couple weeks later, here you are staring up at your very own two bedroom house. You had some cash put away for this exact occasion, but really it was the elders of La Push who were such a tremendous help in helping you purchase the place. The house itself was practically surrounded by trees and far enough away from any neighbors which granted you all the privacy you needed. So in other words, it was perfect.

You still need furniture and appliances to fill the house, so you've given yourself a time limit of about a week to get everything you need because that's as long as you're willing to stay in a small motel down in Forks. You've already ordered a basic refrigerator and stove, and they're to be delivered in a couple days time. You're still on the lookout for beds and couches, but nothing's caught your eye, so for now you've come to the house prepared with cleaning supplies.

The inside of the house is in pretty great condition, the only thing you really have to do is give it a good dusting, wipe down, and mopping. So after opening up all the windows, you walked around the house with a duster on an extendable arm made sure to dust every corner, nook and cranny of the room. You Windex every glass surface you can before sweeping the floors and then fill up a mop bucket to get started on the floors.

Afterwards, as the floors finish drying, you sit on the porch with a sandwich and Gatorade you had packed into a small ice chest. When you're a little more halfway through, two trucks rumble down the path to your house and you set aside your food in order to stand up and greet them.

Tribal Elder Harry Clearwater is easily recognizable, as is his beautiful wife Sue who is sitting in the passenger seat across from him. The two boys in the truck behind them, however, are new.

Stepping off the porch and meeting your guests halfway, you greet them all with a smile. Sue is the only one to receive a hug whereas Harry offers a handshake. "Hello, Harry. What brings you down here?"

The older man chuckles. "Just wanted to see how you were settling in and introduce you to a few of the young ones."

You finally meet the gazes of the boys behind Harry, taking note of the tribal tattoos on their upper biceps that they're showing off thanks to their sleeveless shirts. Both are wearing cargo shirts and have bare feet which you hardly bat an eye at. "Hello." You wave at them, smiling softly.

"Hey," the slightly shorter of the two smirks, leaning forward and offering his hand, "I'm Paul."

As you grasp his hand, his warmth sends shivers down your spine. "Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

Paul shakes your hand a little longer than normal and you find yourself fighting back a laugh. "Paul, would you let her go? She's clearly not interested." His friend clamps a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back briefly before thrusting his own hand forward. "I'm Jared."

"Hi."

After greeting the two boys, you give a very amused Harry and Sue your attention once more. "So thanks for checking in. I'm just cleaning out the house right now. Getting it ready for deliveries."

"Oh?" Sue perks up. "What did you find?"

"Just a refrigerator and stove for now," you say with a small shrug and sheepish laugh. "I rather have the cabinets and refrigerator stocked with food rather than worry about comfortable bedding. If push comes to shove, I'll happily camp out on an air mattress while I find a decent bed."

Harry chuckles. "I figured you'd be having trouble finding some decent furniture, so I went ahead and went through our storage. Come on," he gestures for you to follow. "Come take a look."

"What?" You stare, wide-eyed, and Sue chuckles before nudging you to follow. You do, with the boys chuckling at your surprise, and you find a wooden bed frame laying in the bed of Harry's truck.

"It's a bit old," Harry then admits, "but it's still very sturdy. It was wasting away in our storage, so I figured it could go to a good home."

"Are- are you sure?"

"Of course," Sue assures you. "We also have a couch and a recliner if you're interested. They're still in really good condition."

"Well yeah! If you say it's in good condition and are willing to get rid of them, I'll happily take them off your hands."

"Excellent. Boys!" Harry catches Jared and Paul's attention. "Go back to my house and have Leah show you to the storage. She'll know what couch and recliner we want to get rid of."

"You got it, Harry."

Jared nods at Harry to let him know he's on it and Paul spares you one last lingering leer which prompts you to laugh and shake your head at him. Then turning to Sue, you ask, "So what do I owe you?"

But Sue is quick to wave you off. "Don't worry about it. Consider this as our house warming present. And," she's quick to cut you off when you open your mouth to retort, "if you feel like you owe us something, then all I ask is that you stop by the health clinic once you're truly settled in. You have a very healing nature about you and I'm sure you'd be a great help to our little community."

Catching her drift, you can't help but chuckle. "Sure thing, Sue."

With nothing else to be said, Harry and Sue help you unload the bed frame and carry it into your house and into the appropriate room. Fortunately Harry has a bag of tools in his truck and instructs you what screws go where since you were more capable of getting down on the floor than he was. Paul and Jared get back right before you finish putting together the frame, so Sue walks out to go instruct them to bring the furniture in.

Afterwards, as you and Harry join everyone in the living room, you smile kindly around at the occupants. "Boys, thanks for bringing the heavy stuff in."

"Don't even worry about it," Jared says. "If Sue and Harry are already this attached, I have a feeling you're good people."

Before Paul can comment, there's a bone chilling howl ripping through the air. It's not too close to the house, but it doesn't stop the boys from awkwardly chuckling afterwards and assuring you the wolves around the reservation are completely harmless. You keep a faint smile in place, nodding along, and force down your amusement at their hasty retreat.

Turning to Sue and Harry, you laugh. "They don't have a subtle bone in their body."

"No they do not," she muses.

A comfortable silence follows the three of you out onto the porch, watching as Paul and Jared drive away in a hurry. Seconds pass before Harry makes it clear they should get going too.

As you follow them to their truck, you say, "Thanks again for the furniture. If I head out now I can probably find a box spring and mattress, and actually sleep in my own house tonight."

Sue smiles. "I'm glad we could be of some help. If you need anything," she then reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small white card, "here's my number. Don't hesitate to call."

You take the card and glance at the number before pocketing it. "I won't. Thank you."

The married couple climb into the truck and as soon as they're settled and the engine rumbles to life, Harry leans out his window. "Don't take too long to let the boys in on your secret. I have a feeling you'll be seeing them more often than not now that two of them know where you live."

"How many are there?"

"Three as of right now," Harry says, "but we're keeping an eye on a few others."

"This pack keeps growing and the vampires will be too scared to step anywhere near La Push."

Harry chuckles. "That's fine by me."

With nothing else to be said and the Clearwater's wanting you to get everything you need before the stores shut down, they bid you farewell and take their leave. Then after making sure you shut all the windows to your house and lock up, you hop in your truck and drive to the city in hopes of getting a box spring and mattress to fit your new bed.

Over the next few days, you get settled in and you've never felt more at peace. Even your magic seems to meshing better than ever within you and your coven back home couldn't have been more happier for you.

You've kept your promise to Sue, mixing concoctions that were easily added into lotions for aching joints and grinding powered mixtures that could be added to water that acted as a mild pain reliever. The reservation's clinic was mostly used by the elderly and you were glad you could offer them relief for their aching bones.

You've also run into Paul and Jared a handful of times, mostly at the grocery store and once when you had gone to the beach for the day. They had been leaving when you were just getting there and Paul had introduced you to his new girlfriend, but the way he couldn't take his eyes off her let you know it was something so much more. Jared kept trying to introduce you to his other friend, but apparently you and this so-called Sam just kept missing each other.

And it isn't until one drizzly day that you finally meet him.

You sleep in a little later than usual, the overcast sky and drizzling rain keeping you in a sleepy state. Then when you feel like you've laid in long enough, you get up and take the warmest shower you can before dressing cozy and curling up on your couch. Nothing on TV seems to catch your attention, so you turn it off and head into your kitchen. You're not particularly hungry, but you find yourself wanting to make something. So opening up your pantry, you find that you have all the ingredients you need to bake to your heart's content.

With your hair twisted up into a bun and the sleeves of your sweater pushed up to your elbows, you're mixing together the second batch of muffins as the first batch cools next to a peach cobbler. You've been in the baking zone, listening to the distant rumbling thunder, that when there's knocking on your front door it startles you into letting loose a yelp.

There's a bark of laughter before you hear the door creaking open and Paul and Jared walk in, both shirtless and in cut-off jean shorts. A third walks in behind them, this one unfamiliar, but you keep your attention on the two you do know.

Huffing, you set aside the bowl and pick up a washcloth to clean off your hands as you walk around the kitchen counter. "If you catch a cold, I am not helping you. Only idiots would run around barefoot in this type of weather we're having right now."

"Oooh, those muffins free game?" Jared asks, completely ignoring your words and walking around you. "I'm starving."

"Do I smell peach cobbler?" Paul then wonders, doing the same as his friend.

"Hey!" The third individual barks, Paul and Jared freezing at his tone. "Manners."

You smirk as the boys shift nervously and then look towards the still unknown man. "Thank you. You, my well mannered friend, are more than welcome to the snacks. I'm Y/N, by the way."

As he meets your gaze, his small smile falters. His eyes seem to subtly widen, his expression goes lax, and there's an instant connection with this man- a sense of warmth and comfort rushing through you. He feels like.. like home.

You blink and then.. oh. You know exactly what this is and while a little part of you is nervous because you hadn't planned to tell anyone other than the tribal elders what you were, you're also kind of excited.

"Sam?" Paul wonders, he and Jared snickering.

The second you break eye contact with him, he seems to come back to himself. Clearing his throat, he nods at you. "Sam. I'm Sam Uley." He then glares at the boys before sheepishly glancing at you once more.

You flash him a small smile. "Nice to finally meet you Sam Uley. Jared doesn't shut up about you."

"Hey!" The muffled response causes you to look at the boy in question and you roll your eyes fondly when you see his cheeks puffed out with the remains of a muffin he'd eaten when you weren't paying attention.

"So what brings you boys over here?" You ask as you walk back into the kitchen, whipping Jared with a small towel and shooing him towards the table.

"Just wanted to see how you were dealing with our weather," Paul says. "Now can I please have some of this cobbler? It smells really good."

"Have you eaten lunch yet? All that sweet is going to ruin your appetite."

Jared snorts as he takes a seat at the table. "Nothing can ruin our appetites. Trust me."

Paul is still eyeing the cobbler so you sigh and wave him on. "Go ahead. I'm sure you can find the plates and utensils." Then looking towards Sam, you smile. "Would you like to take a seat? There are brown sugar muffins, chocolate chip muffins and peach cobbler if you're interested."

"I, uh, yeah." He grins at you. "I'd like that."

Sam, Paul and Jared take over your kitchen table and instead of being annoyed you can't help but feel a bit of fondness for them. You're well aware of what the connection you had with Sam was and you wonder how long it'll take him to come clean to you since it's obvious all three at your table are shifters- Sam obviously being the alpha.

But putting that off for now, you walk into your kitchen and place some muffins in a bowl to take to the table. Jared is all too happy to immediately start digging in and Paul looks absolutely blissed out as he shovels bite after bite of peach cobbler into his mouth. Sam shakes his head at the two of them, but you find it all rather amusing.

Taking a muffin for himself and eating at a leisurely pace, Sam asks, "So how do you know the boys?"

"Sue and Harry introduced us when they brought over my bed," you tell him. Grabbing a few bottled waters from the refrigerator, you walk them over to the table and take a seat yourself. "Between you and me, I think the only reason Harry introduced us was because I'm a female living by myself. He wants me to have people in my corner should something ever happen."

Sam glances between you and the boys, and seeing as you're not offended he allows himself to chuckle. "Yeah. That sounds like Harry. He's good people."

"Oh for sure," you muse. "I kind of have this sense about people. I can tell who's a good and who's a bad one."

"Oh really?" Paul looks up long enough to spot the waters and take one for himself. "What do you sense about us?"

Jared freezes, Sam tenses and Paul smirks as he takes a gulp of his water. You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, and smirk. "Honestly? I get a sense you and Jared are going to be giant pains in my ass."

Jared laughs, but Paul continues to smugly hold your gaze. "And what about Sam?"

Your gaze slides over to Sam who looks equal parts ready to strangle Paul and wondering what your answer is going to be. Eyes twinkling, you say, "That's to be determined."

Now that you'd officially met Sam and he imprinted on you- though you weren't supposed to know that- it seemed like he was everywhere. You run into him at the grocery store, at the local health clinic, and at the beach. And then sometimes all three of them would show up on your porch to check up on you, but mostly to raid your kitchen.

Usually when you run into them you run into all three, so as you're sitting on the beach and just soaking in the peace, you're surprised to see Sam approaching all on his lonesome.

"This seat taken?" He asks, gesturing to the empty half of the blanket you're sitting on.

You grin up at him. "Do my eyes deceive me or are you actually wearing long sleeves and jeans?"

"Ha ha," he deadpans. Toeing off his boots, Sam steps onto your blanket and sits next to you. He grins at you before looking out to the restless ocean. "So what brings you out here on this cool afternoon?"

You shrug. "Nothing really. Just felt like listening to the waves. You?"

"Same. Had some free time so I figured I'd come out here to decompress. Spotting you was just a bonus."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Uley."

Sam chuckles as he softly nudges you with his shoulder. You smile back at him, only to then look back out at the ocean. There's a moment where you and Sam just bask in the stillness of conversation before he's nudging you once more. "So tell me something, Y/N. What brought you out here to La Push?"

"I don't know if I want to tell you," you jokingly admit. "You'll think it's lame."

"No I won't. Come on, tell me."

Glancing at Sam you know you're in trouble at the sight of his small smile and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. You keep his gaze, sigh with a fond roll of your eyes, and he chuckles knowing full well you've caved. "Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? That something was missing from your life and, even though you had a pretty good life, you knew there was something out in the world you were destined to find?"

"Not until recently," he replies quietly.

Sam's gaze darts all over your face before darting down to your lips and your heart skips a beat. "I, uh," you pause and awkwardly clear your throat, leaning sideways away from Sam for a moment to clear your head. "I didn't feel complete for a long time," you say. "So after finishing high school and working a few years to save up some cash, I packed all the things I couldn't live without and hopped into my truck. I drove in whatever direction felt right to me and it wasn't until I crossed into La Push territory that it felt like I could breathe properly. It was weird." Well not really now that you know why you were drawn to La Push, but you couldn't exactly tell him that. Not yet.

"That's not lame at all. That's- well I can kind of relate," he says. When you glance at Sam, his faint grin morphs into a smirk. "I'm glad you found what you were looking for here in La Push, Y/N. It seems everyone here has taken a shine to you."

"What can I say," you muse, batting your eyelashes at him, "I'm a very likable person." Sam's phone dings before he can retort and he offers you a sheepish smile as he pulls it out of his pocket. He reads whatever's on his screen and sighs, looking at you with an apology in his eyes. "Go. It's fine. We can always catch up another time. You do, after all, know where I live."

Sam nods and pulls his boots to himself, slipping them on his feet and lacing up. "Do you, uh, maybe want to grab something to eat sometime?"

His stammering and avoidance of your gaze makes you smile. You hum, drawing out your answer before saying, "Like one on one or a group thing?"

He shrugs. "More like a date thing."

"Sam Uley," you chuckle. "Asking me on a date and breaking hearts all across the Rez. Who would've guessed.." When he's finally brave enough to meet your gaze, you smile. "It's a date, Sam. Just let me know when and where."

A date with Sam consisted of dinner at an Italian restaurant in Port Angeles. You had figured it'd be as awkward as first dates normally were, but from the moment he picked you up to the moment he dropped you off at your front porch and warmly pressed a kiss to your cheek, it was as if you and Sam had been doing this for ages. The conversation had flowed easily with quiet laughter here and there, and then you went for a walk around Port Angeles before deciding to call it a night.

The boys, when they took notice of you greeting Sam with a kiss to the cheek, took great pleasure in teasing the two of you. You could tell Sam was wary about it upsetting you, but you merely withheld food from the boys and they were quick to cut it out.

Sam slowly started to show up more often on his own, the casual touches turning into lingering touches, and it wasn't long until those on the Rez realized Sam was no longer on the market. Which was something Sue Clearwater was clearly ecstatic for, but it also led her to constantly nag you into telling Sam your secret since he was clearly struggling with admitting his own.

You've just gotten home from the grocery store, unloading the groceries when Sam pulls up.

Pausing in hauling the bags inside, you wait for Sam. He hops out of his own truck, grinning when he catches sight of you. "Hey, handsome. What are you doing?"

"Missed you." He leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth and you pout when he pulls away. He chuckles and takes the bags from your arms, grabbing another three from the backseat. "You have a good day?"

"It was decent." You shut the door to your truck, walking side by side with Sam up to your front door. Unlocking it, you push it open and let Sam walk in first. "I visited with Sue for a bit at the clinic and took the patients some goodies. What about you?"

"Decent. Got started on a table and chairs this couple want for their kitchen. Made good progress on it without Jared bugging me and Paul."

You laugh at the slight annoyance in Sam's features when he talks about Jared bugging him, but you know deep down that Sam would do anything for both Jared and Paul. He was just lucky right now since Jared was in his last year of high school and he had school five days out of the week which left Sam and Paul enough time to work without being pestered.

With Sam helping you, all the groceries are put away within a couple of minutes. You sigh with exhaustion, but a smile stays on your face because of the company you have. Sam walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you in against his chest. You sigh again, this time in contentment, and wrap your arms around his waist.

"Wanna take a nap?"

"Oh god," you groan. "Yes please."

Sam chuckles as you drag him to the living room, the sofa big enough to comfortably nap on. You both kick your shoes off and you impatiently wait for Sam to lay down and get comfortable before you lay down in front of him. With your back against his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist so you don't fall off, you close your eyes and listen to Sam's breathing to lull you to sleep.

Minutes pass and then, "Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"I, uh, I need to tell you something."

Your eyes fly open. Is this it? Is this when he tells me he's a shifter? "Okay.."

"But I can't tell you until after the bonfire which I'm hoping you'll attend with me tonight."

Oh. "A bonfire sounds nice," you admit. "But whatever you have to tell me isn't bad, is it? Because now I'm going to be worried about it for the rest of the day."

Sam's laughter rumbles from behind you. "Nah. You have nothing to worry about. Get some rest, sweetheart. We deserve it."

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You and Sam fall asleep longer than you had anticipated, and it takes Paul barging into your house and startling you awake to realize how much time has passed. You remain grumpy and half asleep the entire time Sam tells you about the appropriate clothing for the beach bonfire, which Paul finds absolutely hilarious, and he only shut ups about it when you threaten to make him walk back to the beach since he had apparently walked to your house.

When you get to the beach, Sam takes your hand in his and you smile at him before he leads you to where there's already a roaring fire dancing under the night sky. There's a small group gathered around, but the ones who stick out to you the most are the tribal elders who appear as if they're holding court. Sam sits you on a log close to the fire before asking if you want anything and at your furrowed brow he gestures to the table of food that's dwindling down by the minute.

As you tell Sam you only want a hot drink, he leaves you be and you watch as everyone mingles. From across the fire Harry gives you a nod in greeting and you nod back. Your eyes are drawn to Paul who is wrapped around his girlfriend and you can't help but smile at how smitten he is with her. Jared is tossing chips at some young boy, the two of them running around as another unknown female watches them with fond exasperation.

All too soon Sam is taking a seat next to you, thigh to thigh, as his left arm goes around your shoulders after handing you a steaming cup of hot chocolate. You smile at him before snuggling into his warmth and blowing on your drink. Then when everyone settles down and Harry starts talking, you realize he's telling the legends about the Quileute Spirit Warriors.

You've heard the legends about the spirit warriors and cold ones, but never in such great detail and you're absolutely enthralled.

Afterwards, after being introduced to several more people and Sam dropping you back off at home, he walks you up to the porch. His hands are tucked deep into his pockets and he sighs, and you can just tell something is on his mind.

Grinning, you grab him by his belt loops and pull him closer to you. "What's wrong? I could hear you thinking on the drive here."

"Nothing." He automatically shakes his head. You raise an eyebrow at him and he exhales quietly. "I just- I'm curious as to what you thought about the bonfire. Only certain people have the special privilege of attending and I-"

"I loved it." You're quick to assure him. 'And I'm honored I was able to sit in."

"You didn't think it was odd? People turning into giant wolves and cold ones draining people."

You shake your head, smiling fondly. "Sam, I love learning about other cultures and their legends. Honestly, I had an amazing time." His shoulders sag in relief and you chuckle. "So do you want to tell me what else is on your mind?"

He shakes his head. "Maybe another time." His hands reach up to cradle your face and he brings you in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

As the weeks pass, your happiness with Sam starts to dwindle under the pressure of his secret. For some reason, coming out and telling you all that you heard at the bonfire was true was harder than he had imagined. Of course you could have told him your secret to ease him into telling you his, but you were holding back as well.

Sue and Harry have had enough, however, after Sam snaps at Paul and Jared and starts straining the bond between the three of them. So sitting outside of your house, you wait for Sam to show up. If he won't tell you he's alpha of the Quileute pack, then you'll tell him your own secret and see what happens then.

Sam shows up on time and as he exits his truck, you stand up and walk towards the edge of the porch. He smiles in greeting, but you can see the strain behind it and you sigh. Immediately you wrap your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"Come inside with me. I need to show you something."

"Uh oh. Should I be worried?" He says.

"Not at all." You pull back from him, pecking his lips. "But I am worried about how you're going to take it."

Sam's small smile falters, but you don't have any reassuring words for him. Now that it's out in the open about you having a secret too, you can see why Sam held back. It's scary. But it's out there now and there's no way in hell you're going to back out. So grabbing hold of one of Sam's hands, you turn around to lead him inside.

You lead Sam into your bedroom and gesture for him to take a seat on one side of your bed while you sit across from him. With one leg hanging off the side of the bed and your other curled inward, you grab one of your pillows and strip the cover off of it. "Can you rip it open?"

Sam huffs. "What? You want me to rip apart your pillow?"

"Yeah. I just- the feathers," you mutter. "Trust me." He stares at you a moment longer before grabbing your pillow and ripping the top sheet layer of it. You grin and reach in, scooping out a handful of the white and gray feathers. "So, um, please don't hate me."

"Hate you? I can never hate you, Y/N."

"You say that now, but-" Heart pounding, you lay the feathers down down on the bed right in front of your leg. Your hands tremble, but you're quick to shake it out and take a breath. Your smile wobbles as you briefly meet Sam's gaze and then you hold your hands just above the feathers. Concentrating deeply on them, you slowly lift your hands and the feathers slowly follow. You hear Sam sharply inhale as the feathers levitate and then start to twirl in a circular motion. "So, um, I'm a witch," you admit. "And to make things easier for you, I already know the secret you've been struggling to tell me."

"H-How?"

Your hands drop and you finally meet Sam's astonished gaze. "My coven's grimoire. It's filled with all sorts of knowledge of every supernatural creature out there and, though the passage on the spirit warriors of the Quileute tribe wasn't as detailed as what Harry said around the bonfire, it was enough to clue me in on what you, Paul, and Jared were the second I laid eyes on you. Well that and the fact the tribal elders told me when I asked their permission to live on the Rez."

Sam huffs and then does the unexpected. He reaches across your gutted pillow and tugs on your arm until you're crawling over and onto his lap. He holds you tight, chuckling quietly, and shoves his face into the side of your neck. You hesitantly wrap your arms back around him, sighing in relief. "You really should have told me sooner. It's been killing me not telling you about us."

"Yeah, well it's going to get a whole lot easier." He pulls back then, staring at you warily. "I know about the imprint thing too."

Sam's eyes widen. "You do?"

"Yep. Witches don't necessarily have mates, but we do have a sense of things. Since I came into my magic, there had always been a part of me that was searching for something."

"Yeah. Yeah I remember you mentioning that," Sam says.

"Well that something was you." The confession makes you nervously shift in his lap. "Whatever it was, it led me here to La Push. And then I saw you and.. I don't know. You felt like comfort. And home. And I knew-"

Sam cuts you off, grasping your chin between his fingers and facing you towards him. His lips press against yours and it takes a moment for your mind to be brought up to speed as to what's going on. When it does, you gasp and Sam smiles against your lips.

"Don't laugh at me," you mumble. "You caught me off guard."

Sam chuckles, his smile wide and eyes crinkling at the corners. It's one of his more genuine smiles and it feels like this huge weight has been lifted off your chest. "So the alpha and his witch," he muses. "The boys are going to be in for a shock."

"I was thinking more along the lines of the witch and her companion, but the alpha and the witch works too." You lean in and press your lips to his, once, twice, and then one more time. "And can we hold off on telling the boys? I kind of want to shock them with the reveal."

"Sure thing, sweetheart. We'll go at your pace."

"My pace, huh? I like the sound of that."

[everlesslahote1]

‘So Your like Harry Potter?’ (Paul Lahote) -Request

Hello! Can I make a request? Something like Paul's imprinting is a witch and never told him because she was afraid the pack would hate her like they hate vampires? Happy new year and feel free to not write this one If you don't feel comfortable! Thank you ^^

-I’ll try, Thank you❤.

I hope you like it.

Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader 

(warning: none)

Y/E/C = Your eye color

Enjoy!

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“We could watch some movies” Y/N called out as she hung upside down in Emily’s living room while the rest of the pack were either on the floor or in chairs.

It was a Sunday and everything was clear in the woods, not a leech other than the normal one’s so Sam gave the pack a off day from patrol.

With only one problem... they were bored.

Jacob was with Nessi while Sam and Emily went to visit some of Emily’s family across town.

“Nah” she heard most of them mumble from their places around the room.

“I’m tired of movies” Jared said as he laid his head on Embry’s shoulder making him push it off while everyone agreed with him.

Y/N flipped the right way up now running out of ideas and looked at her boyfriend who was at the other end of the couch dosing off.

“Paul...” she whined and put her head back.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at her beady y/e/c one’s, he smiled a little seeing the fake stress she was under before leaning on his hand.

He only smiled because this is the longest he ever saw his small rambunctious imprint sit still, ever.

No matter if it was her climbing the stair rail...she was ANYWAYS moving.

Its like she had around the clock jitters.

Of course Paul quickly adapted to his lovers personality because if he was being honest, it only made the love he had for her stronger.

Though he couldn’t argue with the fact that she tired the 6′8 foot wolf out on most times.

She wasn’t like Emily or Kim, she was the smallest other then Claire and she always wanted to fight with the boys. 

Y/N was known for getting a good laugh out of annoying the pack and they couldn’t do anything about it for two simple reasons.

One, because of the rule “no wolf may harm the imprintee of a fellow pack member” stand’s tall and Two, Paul would kill them dead if they so much as leave a scratch on Y/N.

Seeing she wasn’t getting anywhere with her imprinter she groaned loudly which caught Quil by surprise making him fall out the chair he was in.

Everyone looked up with wide eyes as Quil slowly got up rubbing his hind quarters and glaring at the small girl.

“Jeez Y/N, I think you broke Quil” Jared said chuckling making Quil throw the closest pillow he could grab at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up making her way to the back yard.

“Where smalls going?” she heard one of them ask on her way out.

Y/N plopped down in grass and stared at the sky trying to think of anything to do a this point.

She sat up and looked behind her to see if any of the boys were on their way out but saw the coast was clear.

She took a deep breath before remembering the words to one of the first spells her late mother taught her when she was a child.

“crescere” She said making a rose start to grow out of the spot of ground she was next to.

Y/N mother was a coven leader to witches in the south, she was kind, fair, loving, everything a leader was but she was a mother first.

When Y/N mother was pregnant with her she fought hard to keep peace with the wolves and vampires in the area they lived in.

Peace was a common factor between the three supernatural species.

When Y/N was six years old that all soon changed when the vampires wanted all of the land and the witches and wolves refused to give up what was theirs.

Not much longer the red eyed monster’s forced a attacked on the wolves when they least expected it.

Killing them all in a blink of an eye.

Y/N’s mother knew her coven was next on the leeches list but refused to bow, Y/N would say that her mother’s pride costed her a lot but if it didn’t she wouldn’t have everything with Paul.

As the vampires moved in on the witches, killing every witch they could get their hands on but not before Y/N’s mother put a cloaking on her so she could make her escape.

Six year old Y/N ran fast and hard from her home land as she heard her mother’s screams for mercy.

She soon found her self in Minnesota where she was raised in a foster home, it was there when she stopped using her magic.

 When Y/N was 17 she ran away from her abusive foster home and made a 23 year old friend by the name, Avery Carson who was on vacation to the small city.

Avery soon had to go back to La Push with her family and didn’t want leave Y/N behind, the 17 year old cried and begged the girl to take her with her and even explained why she couldn’t stay.

Y/N knew that if she didn’t leave then and there she would be found and forced back into her foster home only to be beaten and spat at again.

She didn’t want to go back to that horrible place, ever. 

Avery gave in and flew back to La Push with the soon to be legal girl on her side, she even took it as far to put her in school on the rez.

It was then she met and was imprinted on by the well known hot headed wolf, Paul Lahote.

People told the girl Paul was no good for her pure soul and let to her ‘simple crush’ go, not knowing that she found her soulmate.

Y/N thought Paul was over looking her but in all honesty the large boy was just scared to approach the small figured girl.

She would sit in the room that Avery gave her so she would have a place to stay just thinking about the tan boy.

How at lunch he would stare then after she would look back or try to hold eye contact he would quickly look back to his friends and act like he wasn’t paying attention.

After awhile the pack took notice to the odd silence their friend was giving then soon grew tired of Paul always thinking about the new girl on patrols but not acting on it.

So his bestfriend Jared and pack brother Quil gave him the push he needed to at least hold a conversation with Y/N, literally.

As Y/N was walking past the group of boys Jared and Quil pushed Paul into her, just as she was about to fall back on her butt Paul grabbed a hold of her belt loops pulling his warm body to hers.

It was then they became friends and later became something more.

Eight months into knowing Paul and his group of friends that everyone thought was a ‘gang’, he told her what he really was and what made him go into shock the young girl simply replied with....

‘I kinda figured’ 

Now a year later she was like the littlest wolf and a little sister to the pack but she never told anyone of her powers.

Not even Emily, Kim Or Avery.

She repeated her act of making the roses grow out the ground before she heard Embry’s voice speak.

“OH MY GOD!” he shouted as he ran back in the house yelling for Paul.

Y/n shot up off her spot in the grass and tried to catch the boy but it was no uses, his wolf speed was much greater then her little legs.

He was already in front of a slightly panicked Paul trying to explain what he saw his pack sister do with her bear hands.

“S-she just said it a-and i-it came up and- SHE’S A DAMN WITCH!” he said stumbling over his words.

“Okay Embry do it with me, deep breath in” Quil said taking a deep breath which Embry followed and then they both let it out.

“now what the hell happened-”

“she-”

“SLOWLY!” everyone shouted at him.

Y/N just laid her forehead on the door frame as she listened to one of her bestfriends freak out bout what she did.

“-and I ran in here” Embry said finishing and turn his head to Y/n who smiled nervously and waved at the boys.

Paul looked at Y/N as she started to turn red in the face, she knew not to lie about anything because she couldn’t keep up with lies and soon get caught in them.

Plus she knew Paul would know when she’s lying because he knew HER like the back of his hand.

“come” Paul said to his imprint.

Paul wasn’t mad or anything he is however disappointed his little ball of energy didn’t tell him about her powers sooner.

Y/N slowly made her way over to Paul so tear brimmed her eye’s, she was scared.

Scared of what her only reason of living would say, she couldn’t live without him or bare the thought of him hating her because she wasn’t fully human. 

“Look at me mama” Paul said as he saw a tear slip from her eye.

She tilted her head back to look at the tall boy in front of her and she saw no change in the way he looked at her.

Y/N thought he would look at her in pure disgust or anything of that nature but he didn’t, he still looked at the small girl with love in his eye’s.

“This true?”

“yes... b-but I didn’t want you guys to h-hate me l-like the leeches so I hid it and now-”

“woah woah woah” Quil said waving his hands to slow his little friend and reminding her to breathe.

“that’s what your scared of? that we’ll hate you because your not human?” Jared asked.

She nodded trying to stop the tears from coming but they wouldn’t stop.

“we don’t hate you smalls ,we never would” Embry said said with a little small to calm the girl.

“We love you” Paul said making her put her head down. 

He grabbed her chin gently making her look back up at him and planted a small kiss on her lips.

“I love you Y/n” he said.

The young girl looked from her lover to her friends and took a deep breath as she wiped her face.

“okay just so we’re clear you do magic.... So your like Harry Potter?” Jared said making the group laugh.

“umm, I- well, not quite buddy” she smiled and wiped her wet face.

“Group hug!” Embry and Quil yelled as everybody closed in on her and Paul.

They all hugged for a minute before pulling away.

Bonus

“can we see a little something?” Embry asked plopping down on the couch as Paul wrapped his arms around Y/N.

Y/N smirked and with a wave of her hand a pillow hit Jared dead in the face making him look at her and a hurt look.

“Hey!-”

She chucked another pillow at his face before he could say anything else and leaned on Paul as she laughed.

“that’s my girl” Paul said, smiling in her ear making chills go up her spine.

Jared got up and pretended to storm towards Y/N making her squeal and hide behind her lover.

“That’s not fair, you can’t hide behind Paul!” Jared said laughing.

“who says” Paul said.

“we do!”

“who is we, I don’t speak French” Embry said.

“Paul would let Y/N get away with murder because she’s small” Quil said shaking his head as everyone laughed.

Paul just smiled and sat down, pulling Y/n into his lap and kissing her lips sweetly.

“I Love you little witch” He smiled.

“I Love you Wolfie” she giggled.

“OH MY GOD!”

“ugh, gross”

“yeah just do the do with clothes on will ya”

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[yuiyuuji]

My (i guess not) final thoughts on... Foundation

(i know no one will give a fuck about my opinion or will read this but i need to get this out of my system) Boy oh boy. Where do I even start? Never have I watched a show where one half is a masterpiece and the other half is ugly, boring, so predictable and made me furious. I have a history with our dear David S. Goyer. He often has great ideas, great visions but sometimes, more often than not, he is simply not capable in bringing those ideas into being. That is the opinion I have; you don’t have to think the same as I do. Don’t attack me for that. Thank you. The building of the Foundation / Terminus / Revenge and all that boring stuff. Anyways. One of the greatest flaws lies in the most important part. The whole building of the foundation. I am so thankful they had Jared Harris in this story. My heart broke every time when he came back, and they took him away from me again. The problem is that none of the other characters are able to carry the story, to make it interesting. They are dull, boring, predictable, and badly written. Very badly written. And with this, the actors are also bad. A good actor can only work with what he gets but, in my opinion, none of the actors who play a big part in the Foundation / Terminus / revenge arc are any good. Except Dr. Seldon / Jared Harris and they take him away from us. There is not one single character I could built a connection with. Their motives are stereotypical. All the characters are stereotypes. They were seen hundreds of times before. Apart from the bad acting, the story was predictable and boring. The visuals were ugly and more than once I just wanted to skip ahead and not waste my time on this crap anymore. Also. The end with Gaal and Sal? I am so sorry, but this was the most obvious part for me? I am surprised they even made a secret out of it. It made me so furious. Okay, enough of my rambling. Can I say anything good about any of this? No. I can’t. And I am sorry, but it needs to be said: ALL OF THE WOMEN ARE SO UNLIKABLE. Gaal, Sal, Phara, all the others we come across in the parts mentioned above make sick and I despise them. The whole thing with Brother Dawn. Here we start with my conflicted feelings. Although I understand the relevance of what happened with Dawn, I couldn’t care less. I didn’t like him and Azura war terrible. The whole story also suffered from bad writing and poor acting. They made a better job than the ones in the arcs mentioned above but it was just not good enough. Azura and Dawn as characters were unlikable in my eyes. Apart from that, fact is that the story was way too long to get us to the big twist and the plot point in all of this, their story was just like a stupid young adult romance book / story, and I despised it. It was cheasy, cheap and terribly executed. I didn’t feel sorry for Dawn or for Azura. I just hope we will never see that character ever again.

The Cleon arc and Empire. Now give me that good stuff. I don’t think I need to establish why I think that the whole drama with the genetic dynasty, the clones and my dear Brother Day is the best thing the show has to offer. Apart from the acting, the story, and the conflict within it is perfect. Lee Pace is the perfect actor to play Day, I instantly fell in love with him. He is the only character which went through the process of character development. Real development. The only one who was confronted with existential questions and fears. And it is brilliantly executed. All the actors within the Cleon arc are fantastic. Believable. There were moments where they would take away my breath because of how wonderful the acting was. Apart from the fact that the story is interesting, it’s the wonderful acting from all the people who are involved that make this are shine. It feels like all the love from the creators went into the whole Cleon / Empire stuff. I have nothing bad to say about any of it. Only praise. I wouldn’t mind a whole show only about Cleon / the Brothers. Would me more interesting than the other things going on in Foundation.

Other Stuff and a few personal things. So to get this straight out of the way. I like Demerzel but I am certain she is the one who messed up the DNA for the other clones and I guess Day should get rid of her and maybe that is what will happen (: I also think the reason why she killed Dawn was in part because Day made her kill Zephyr Halima. So what made me love Day so much? Apart from the fact that I adore Lee Pace with all my heart … it’s the questions and fears he is confronted with and how he deals with it. Or is unable to deal with it. He fears the change. He discovered that he is nothing more than a soulless vessel. Less than a robot. What is he of not human? Only the echo of a man long gone. Only ideas. Only his will unable to be different, to make his own choices. Or is he in the end able to chance the Empire? I think the fact that they are all corrupted could be a massive chance. To make things better. So built a legacy for himself. To be the first out of so many. Somehow it feels deeply personal form me. Aren’t we all questioning ourselves what footprint we will leave when we are gone? How will people think and talk about us? What legacy we will leave behind? What does it matter? Do we matter or are we only an echo ourselves, unable to chance anything? Destined to wither away, to be forgotten? Day didn’t have any vision in the mother’s womb. Does it affect him? Certainly. But how will it chance him? Will he accept the possibility of chance and overcome his fear, or will he fight against it and go down with the Empire? I could go on and on for hours. All of this is great stuff for discussion so if you wanna talk about it, I am all here for you. For now, I will bring this to an end. I hope they will chance a few things for season two. I hope they will listen to the fans. And I hope they will make it better. Because, as I said in the post before, I want them to make it better.

And let’s be honest, we need more Lee in it. Way. More. Lee. I won’t bother you any further. Have an amazing day. Take care of yourself. Stay safe. Thank you for reading.

  Yours truly

[mlovesstories]

Generations Part 3

Summary: YN learns how to express her recent frustrations to her dad. 

Words: 945

Warnings: emotions

“You can’t undermine me like that.” Jared pulled Jensen aside when he went to pick up his daughter the next morning.  

“Have you seen how much she has been suffering?  She THREW UP last night.” 

“Is she sick?” Jared turned to walk away toward his daughter.

“No, dipshit.” Jensen yanked on his friend’s arm to face him.  ‘She’s sick to her stomach because you can’t see what’s going on in front of you!  YN is overwhelmed.” 

“What-” Jared stepped dangerously close to his friend with a protective growl. 

“You yell at her and tell her to finish however many assignments without any guidance whatsoever?  I know you know that something has been going on.”

“Whatever.  She has homework to finish.” Jared turned and walked into the other room to collect his daughter.  “YN!  Let’s go.” 

“Huh?” She looked up from the TV to her dad and uncle.  She looked between them, knowing they had just had a disagreement based on their body language. 

“We’re leaving.” Jared crossed his arms.  “Get your stuff.  You have homework to do.” 

“Dad, can I talk to you?” 

“Now is not a good time.  We need to go.” 

“No.  Dad,” she looked to her uncle for help.  “I-” 

Jensen nodded for her to continue.  

“I need to tell you something.  And I asked that Jensen help me.” 

“You’re just making excuses! You waited til the last minute to do assignments and then you call in your uncle to save you?” 

“It’s not like that, Dad!” YN shrieked and stood from the couch.  “I can’t focus, but then I can.  I can’t tell you what I just read from my schoolbook, but I can tell you all of the ins and outs of Harry Potter.  I can’t organize my thoughts.  I can’t organize anything!  I just didn’t know how to tell you.” 

“Wait-” He leaned against the arm of the couch so that he was more at her level.  “You really feel this way?” 

“Yeah.” YN shrugged.  

“You’re telling me even after I’ve asked you if I could help with anything, you said no, and now you’re letting me know?” 

“How could I tell you?  You’re smart! School was easy for you!” YN put her hands on her hips.  

“We talked, and I think she might have something like ADD.  You know how I told you how much I hated school? How I couldn’t pass an English class to save my life?” He smiled slightly at his niece.  She returned it.  

Jared’s eyes softened but then became serious again. 

“You believe her?” Jared zeroed in on his friend.  

“Yes.” Jensen nodded.  “She’s lied to me before, and she knows how that ended,” he motioned toward his niece.  “She’s not lying.” 

“I’m not.” YN stood up for herself.  

“She can do the work, she just needs help organizing it a little bit.  She’ll surprise you, I promise.” Jensen winked at YN. “We got through quite a few assignments last night.  I think giving her the steps to do it helped.  Didn’t it?” 

“Yeah.  It did.” YN answered quickly. 

“Why don’t you guys go home so you can work on your stuff.  Show your dad how we organized your work last night,” he walked over to his niece and gave her a side hug.  “You got this, kiddo.” 

On the walk home, Jared and YN were quiet, but YN couldn’t take it anymore.  

“I don’t do it on purpose, Dad.  I just didn’t know how to tell you.  And Mom’s anniversary is-” She rambled. 

“Hey, kiddo.” Jared looked over at her while they entered the house. “We’ll get through it.  Let’s just worry about today, okay?” He wrapped an arm around her as he emptied his pockets and put the items on the entry table.  “I love you,” he whispered.  “And as for your mom, I’ve been thinking about her too.” 

“You should date.” YN said, staring out the kitchen window.  

“Excuse me?” Jared whipped his head to his daughter, reading her expression.

“You should go out on a date.  I think you and Gen could date.” 

Jared’s eyes went wide.

“Why do you say that?” 

“She seems nice.” YN shrugged one shoulder lazily.  “I know you have the hots for her, Dad.  It��s kind of obvious.” 

“Oh, really now?” Jared grinned.  He gave his daughter a noogie. 

“Hey!” She pushed his hands away from her head, giggling. 

“Go get your computer and a few assignments to work on today.  I can help you organize it so that it’s easier to get done today.” 

“Are- are you sure?” YN was surprised he followed through with what he said at Jensen’s house.  

“If it will help you, yes.” 

“Thank you!” YN shrieked.  She kissed his cheek.  His daughter ran toward her room to put away her sleepover items.  

A few days later, Jared was sitting with Gen on the set of Supernatural.  

“I haven’t said anything the last couple days, it’s just been so busy.  Guess what YN said?” 

“What?” She stiffened.  

“She wants me to date you.” He laughed to himself.  

“Oh,” she took a deep breath and smiled.  “Well, we have been heading that way anyway.  I don’t think it will be smart for me to be around her any more than I already am right now though.  Maybe come over every once in a while to spend time with her.  We need to be steady before she and I build a relationship.” 

“But, I want both of you.  I want both of you to have dinner with and do things together.”

“We will, I promise.  Just not so fast.”  She took his hand and squeezed it.  “Okay?” 

“Okay.” Jared nodded. 

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