#i think something in me broke after listening to this song for the 19th time

[lunar-wandering]

if you want to be as famous as me / i'm gonna live forever!!

#Monkie Kid #lego monkie kid #AMV #i think something in me broke after listening to this song for the 19th time #while doing my art homework #anyways the song is Mount Rageous #but its ACTUALLY a mashup of Fame by Irene Cara #and Watch Me Work was an original song made for the movie #im still mad they cut sweet dreams out #me whenever theres a lull in a song: i gotta put the shadowplay scene in here

[likeadevils]

I've been toying with the idea of the "Superman > Foolish One > I Can See You > Ours > Dear John > The Story Of Us" sequence of events and I need to know if I'm completely deluded.

While I'm pretty deadset on this timeline, the one iffy part is Foolish One. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Anon, Foolish One is a breakup song. How could she have written it before they got together," and to that I say I KNOW, BUT, there are SO many lyrical parallels between Foolish One and all the *confirmed John songs that I find it very difficult to believe.

In terms of the timeline, something that I recently learned after listening to Jessica Simpson's book, is that after they had been off for over a year, John had begun pursuing her in mid 2009, whilst she was dating Tony Romo (it's slightly ironic that this whole sequence is preceded by Jessica making mention of the fact that Rascal Flatts asked her to be their replacement opener after Taylor finished touring with them).

She then implies that the two slept together throughout the latter half and the year, and that she confronted him about "sleeping with another/other girls" after reading a quote from him where he said he "only wanted to f*ck girls he'd already f*cked because he didn't want to explain to them that he was interested in them."

(She also makes mention of the fact that he told her she and inspired basically the entirety of Battle Studies including Half Of My Heart. There is a lot of parallel here but that's a topic for another time.)

With that whole messy timeline, I am toying with the idea of this:

Superman:

the early stages of their working relationship.

She pines, hopeful that one day they will be together despite her current entanglement, and his potential entanglements.

Foolish One:

being hit with the sudden realisation that they will Not be together Someday.

Said realisation may or may not be be spurred on by a certain former flame, or a certain comment about whether she actually writes her music, something that is obviously deeply personal to her.

I Can See You:

A mark of a shift in their dynamic

Her waiting is finally paying off, and she is eager to explore it

It is seemingly pre "confession" of interest, but post denial of it.

Ours:

There are now "together" and subscribing to an Us and against the world mentality.

Takes place in the very brief "Happy" stage of the relationship, however despite this there is still a level of distance, something followed up on in the music video

Dear John:

The realisation that she REALLY should've known better.

The immediate fallout from the relationship

"F*ck you, we're done. You're broke, I'm up."

The Story Of Us:

"Hey, what if we just like... talked it out?"

The internal debate of whether or not to offer out an olive branch to someone who caused you great pain, but you still hold a torch for (she described the song as being about "pining" over someone in her journal)

The realisation that she got nothing out of the relationship, despite her high expectations.

This is VERY long, and I am SORRY, but if you took the time to read this, thank you, and if you take the time to respond to my midnight ramblings, THANK YOU🙏

oh no i see foolish one as very much a situationship song like it can absolutely fit “i have a crush and you keep PLAYING WITH IT AND THEN DIPPING”

and i think that does fit his and taylor’s relationship in 2009! like, they were flirting over twitter like, all year. may-december there was lots of flirty tweets. though, i don’t know if it’s about john specifically, or just the general idea of a man? like, that feb 2009 lover diary where she randomly brings up “i feel like i’m the one before the one” is before she really got involved with john and feels very foolish one to me

ALSO ALSO ABOUT OURS

i’m pretty sure it was written before they were Together Together? like? idk she said it was written the week before her 19th birthday and she didn’t break up with taylor lautner until at least the december 14? not that— like, i don’t think her and taylor lautner were ever seriously dating to the point of exclusivity, i think it was just a ‘while we’re both in the same city’ thing, BUT at the very least that implies ours was written before she was exclusive with john? idk fall 2009 is so. so teenage mess

i also think all of the 2010 songs are about her kinda. coming to terms with that. like mine -> innocent -> back to december -> mean -> long live is so. it drives me insane. chosing kindness, trying to apologize to those you hurt, rebuilding self worth— it’s such a fascinating little mini arc, that healing from that heartbreak (amongst other things) set her on

#asks*

[anthrologies]

going through my tweets from last fall to try to remember when i read each book in the series

i did them on audiobook last year. i remember it took me a while to really get into acotar (i went in verrry skeptical because it was a "tiktok book" and i'm pretentious). goodreads data tells me that i finished normal people in early september and then there's a bigggg gap until my next logged book at the end of december (which was the first book i read after finishing acosf). so i think i started acotar sometime in september, but i don't have an exact date (i curse my past self for being too stuck up to log audiobooks in goodreads).

i think this tweet was right around when i finished acotar, although it's possible i had finished it and moved on to acomaf by this point:

i loved the action-packed, fast-paced ending of acotar and so even though it took me a while to get through that one i started acomaf right away. i did acotar on audible with a credit but did the rest of the series on youtube because i'm broke, so definitely by november 5th i had started acomaf:

november 6th 2022 is when my brain broke irreparably:

november 7th is also when the first acotar memes/fan arts start showing up in my camera roll.

i ended up extending that ban from 3 days to a "weekends only" rule. i proceeded to spend all weekend every weekend in november holed up in my bedroom knitting and listening to these books. i began to structure my weekends around listening to them. i spent my entire week looking forward to friday night. if i had to do something on a saturday or sunday i did it as early as possible to maximize my available listening time. as soon as i could, i closed myself in my bedroom for 4-6 hours every weekend night to listen.

there's a great text post in my drafts from november 14th where i talk about how mentally ill these books were making me (and to be clear i consider this a good thing, as frustrating as it was, because this was the first book series i'd read since middle school that was making me feel this way and isn't it incredible that a story can affect someone so deeply??). at this point if i wasn't listening to the audiobooks, i was listening to midnights by taylor swift. that album and this book series are inextricably linked in my mind, i can't hear a song from midnights and NOT associate it with some plot point or character from the books. i couldn't sleep. i would wake up sweating and gasping for air in the middle of the night thinking about feyre or lucien or cassian and simultaneously have a song from midnights stuck in my head. i couldn't turn my brain off EVER because these two pieces of media were consuming me. the shared starry nighttime aesthetic of midnights and acomaf absolutely did not help this.

i remember i did acofas right around thanksgiving, because that book (heavily) influenced me making up my mind about having a baby someday and it was after coming back from seeing our families for the holiday that i told my bf about it. i have a picture in my camera roll from november 26th of the physical copies of the books that i'd bought. i remember that the youtube video i listened to acofas on had a chunk of a scene missing and i had to read my physical book to fill in the blank.

and then by the end of november i was onto acosf, according to another text post that i have saved in my drafts from the 29th. here's a dramatic tweet from the same day, vaguely referencing my acotar-induced mental illness again:

i was much more normal about this book and was able to consume it in smaller doses and during the work week. i remember being so eager to know what would happen but also knowing that i was approaching the end of the ride and wanting it to last as long as possible. still pretentious about it though lol:

i finished acosf on december 19th, i think, because my next logged book in goodreads was started on december 20th and i remember going to the library immediately to check out books and keep the reading bug going. i don't think i've gone more than a day or two without a book in progress since.

it isn't an exaggeration to say that these books have changed me as a person and by extension have changed my life

#long post below the break but idk i think it's fun and i wanted to share! #i think i'll finish hosab this week and then im revising the series that started it all for me! #i'm starting to really look forward to my reread #i need a personal post tag #ummmm #my posts #personal acotar

[annetalam]

Life recently

Started: September 5th, Tuesday, evening

Finished: September 13, Wednesday, 4:00am

A quick update of what's happening in my life these past couple of weeks.

About a month ago, on July 19th, 2023, I was doing a live stream on TikTok while listening to music and asking some viewers to request any song they'd like to listen to. Then, this man joined my live stream and requested for a couple of songs. We got to talk -- he is funny and I like how he laughs. He definitely caught my attention.

We continued on talking and I really like his vibes. I didn't expect we'd become close and that I'd eventually catch feelings for him. I was comfortable with being single then, but there was something irresistible about him.

I met him for the first time on July 25th, around 8:30pm. Earlier that day, he told me that he has been sick for a few days. So, I offered to give him some medicines and that I can bring them to his workplace. He refused and I was disappointed because a part of me has been wanting to meet him in person so bad. But after his work, he went to my place to pick up the medicines. And yes, we finally met. I met his older brother, cousin, and one of his friends, too. I was excited and kind of worried too - that he might not talk to me anymore or as much as we used to talk. But it was a fun night. We shared stories over a couple of beer cans.

We became closer, unending voice/video calls — while sleeping or even when he was at work.

Second time we met was on the evening of Aug 2nd, we had some beers, and unexpectedly became an official couple on Aug 3rd, just past midnight. He declared it on my live stream on TikTok, so I’m still not sure if he said it as a joke or because of the alcohol? Either, I’d say it was a hasty decision and I just hope it won’t go to waste.

On Aug 5th, I went back to the Philippines for a 20-day vacation. We were doing good during that period — consistent communication per se. He picked us up at the airport when we got back to Tokyo. He stayed at my place for about 3 days — 2 of those he took leaves from work. I didn’t think it was a good idea but I was happy I get to spend more time with him and got to rest a lot.

Now, it’s been more than a month. We’ve had… I’d say one big fight where we almost broke up, and one medium(?) fight because he managed to control the situation very well. Again, this man always amazes me with his consistency and efforts.

To this day, it still feels surreal. I can’t believe that a man like him exists — more so, be in my life. He makes everything lighter, he makes me feel that I am valued, and he is very very very considerate of my feelings. He’s also decisive and very responsible, he knows what he’s doing and how to lead a relationship. He makes me laugh effortlessly. My respect for this man is not only because he is my boyfriend, but also for the kind of person he is now.

That’s all for now. I’m looking forward to making more happy memories with him.

Ciao!

[maybedefinitely404]

Day 16: Prinxiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Heeey, look at that, I’m behind! Day 16: When your soulmate listens to music, you hear it in your own head as well. 

Content warnings: assumed death of a soulmate (he’s not dead), depression, general sad vibes.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: the songs referenced in this fic are IDK You Yet by Alexander 23 and Love is Gone by SLANDER. Both of these songs make me cry and were the inspiration for this.

It was at midnight on December 19th when Roman’s soulmark first appeared. He didn’t realize this until 1am.

Granted, he didn’t know it was his soulmark for the first hour.

At first, the almost imperceptible steady beat in his head just seemed like a song that had gotten stuck in there. He didn’t remember ever hearing the song, but it wasn’t unlikely that he’d heard the tune at the store or on the radio and it unconsciously ingrained itself into his memory. He was working on an assignment that was due in the morning, a script analysis for one of his Theatre courses, and had begun to bop his head along to the music when his roommate walked in, eyes bleary and arms laden with books.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked through a yawn, dropping the books on his desk and flopping into the bottom bunk. 

“I could ask you the same question, Pat,” Roman hummed, completing his conclusion paragraph with a dramatic flair of his hands. “Just finished my paper. Going now.”

“Lost track of time at the library,” Patton murmured in response, draping his arms over his eyes. 

Closing his computer, Roman popped his back and climbed up the small ladder into the top bunk, using his cellphone as a flashlight. He assumed Patton was already fast asleep (the man could fall asleep at the drop of a hat) and tried to follow suit, only to sit up in annoyance after several minutes.

Whatever song was stuck in his head was keeping him up. 

He remembered a tip he’d seen on the internet once, that said if you sing the last part of the song, it’s easier to get out of your head. Something about ‘your brain needing to complete it to be satisfied’ or whatever. As hard as he focused, though, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what song it was, much less the ending. 

The more he concentrated on it, the louder it seemed to get, until it was no longer a hum of bass in the back of his skull, and he could make out the lyrics, the guitar solos, everything. He definitely hadn’t heard this song before. It wasn’t the kind you’d hear playing in public; it was loud, swears thrown in every chorus, just generally the kind of thing you’d hear in a Hot Topic but nowhere else. 

And then it stopped.

For a split second he was pleased, thanking his brain for finally shutting off, and conceded to lie back down. He might be able to get six hours of sleep at this rate. Pretty good, for a college student. 

Except as soon as he closed his eyes, another song started. It was another one he didn’t know, one he would have no way of knowing each word to. The realization hit him hard and his eyes shot open, nearly falling off the ladder in his haste to climb down.

“Roman? Everything okay?” Patton drawled, clearly having been woken up by Roman’s enthusiasm. 

“My soulbond!”

“What?!” That got his attention and he jerked up, narrowly missing whacking his head on the top bunk.

“The music in my head all night, it’s my soulmate! It must be his birthday!”

He was pulling up music on his laptop before he’d even processed it, hands freezing over the keyboard as his brain grasped for something to play. What could he play that would properly introduce himself to his soulmate? A show tune? Something from the 80s? But his mind had gone completely blank, and he couldn’t think of a single one.

“What do I play, Pat?” He gasped, tapping the mousepad in time with the upbeat tempo in his head. 

Patton was suddenly leaning over his shoulder, clacking a name into the search bar before pressing enter. Roman narrowed his eyes 

“Why that one?”

Patton shrugged, “It’s kind of cheesy romantic, like you. And the first line is fitting.”

“A valid point,” Roman announced, closing his eyes to listen for a pause as the music switched. The second the song ended, he slammed the space bar, begging it to play before the next one started. 

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

A little more depressing than he initially would have chosen, but he could see Patton’s point. The music on the other end had been paused and he smiled in accomplishment, knowing that he must have heard. He let the song play to the end of the first chorus before pausing it, waiting with his roommate with baited breath.

The silence was almost unbearably long, Patton watching him intently for some kind of indication that the music was back.

Hello,

It’s me.

Adele’s soothing melody filled his mind and he absolutely wheezed with laughter. Patton grinned and let him explain through gasps for air, and he let out a giggle in response.

“Okay,” Roman snorted, “What next?”

Patton passed out probably an hour later after helping Roman pick out songs that would adequately encompass him as a person, but the theatre student didn’t sleep last night. Eventually him and his soulmate found a nice rhythm, each playing a song in turn. It didn’t take long for him to assume that his soulmate was emo (a fact that had him blushing furiously), simply due to the overwhelming amount of My Chemical Romance and Green Day played in his head, and he figured it was probably pretty obvious that he was a theatre kid. The second song he played was from Heathers, afterall. 

When his eyes finally started drooping too much to ignore, he knew he had to end this soon. The soulmate’s song ended and he quickly pulled up the first thing he’d thought of, a children’s lullaby, trying to indicate that he had to sleep.

There was quiet on the other end when the song ended, before the beginning trills of Baby Shark started playing and he groaned, quickly muffling the sound with his hand so as to not wake his roommate. He didn’t let it play past one verse, thank Olympus, and then his mind was quiet for the first time in many hours. It seemed like a mutual agreement that ‘now is sleep time’, and Roman went to sleep with a smile on his face.

Their new norm was quickly established in the following weeks. It became obvious almost right away that playing their music at the same time was cacophonous and only caused headaches, so they eventually settled on switching days. Every second morning, Roman would wake up to his alarm and quickly start his morning playlist, a set of rousing, uplifting, exciting songs to get his blood flowing for the day. It was his day to choose the music, so he’d set his walking playlist for class and his study one for the evenings, sometimes playing an adventure podcast or something to spice things up. The other days, he’d be woken by the soft notes of melancholy tunes, starting the day slowly. As the morning progressed, usually by the time he was eating breakfast, the tone would change to something a little more fast paced, as if his soulmate needed to warm up before getting to the main act. As much as the music wasn’t his style, he found himself keeping pace to the beat with his steps, bopping his head along to the melody, humming a harmony to the more commonly played ones. Just knowing that this was his soulmate made it better. 

And then, one day… the music stopped. 

He’d woken up around noon, not a big deal since he didn’t have classes until after lunch anyways, but he knew for a fact that his soulmate was always up by 10, latest. Whether the other had classes or a job that kept his schedule, he didn’t know. It was an oddity for sure that there was no alarm. 

He put it off to the other probably having a sick day, or a free schedule, and he was sleeping in for once. The worry only started creeping in near the evening, when usually at this time, the music would start slowing down again as the sun set. There hadn’t been a peep all day, which was very unlike either of them. Even though the silence bothered him, he wouldn’t dare intrude on the other’s day, so he studied and ate dinner in silence, tapping his pencil against the table. Of course, he put it off to a one day fluke. 

Except, two days after, when it should have been his soulmate’s turn again, there was no music. And the time after that. And the one after that. It was almost two weeks of radio silence on the other end before he called Patton through broken sobs, pleading for him to stop studying and come back to the dorm. Obviously, he made the ten minute walk in five. 

And then Roman admitted the way his anxieties had been spiralling.

“What if- What if our soulbond broke? Did the universe realize we were a mistake? Or… or what if he died?! What if he’s hurt or dying or alone and I’m just-”

Patton shushed him gently, rubbing his back as Roman hiccuped into his shoulder. “When did this start?”

“Two- two weeks ago.”

“Then isn’t it possible that he just isn’t listening to music for a little while? Maybe he’s… somewhere without wifi. Or his phone broke.”

Even though he very much didn’t believe a word Patton was saying, he nodded along messily, clutching Patton’s shirt tighter. He eventually agreed to give him more time, hold on just a little longer, before completely giving up.

It took about a month before he did, and it didn’t get better from there. 

Their consistency had been their norm for almost nine months, over summer break and now into the new school year, and now it was torn away without warning. Roman refused to listen to music on days that weren’t his, even though Patton tried to tell him it was okay, but he wouldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He mourned his soulmate the same way he would mourn a close friend’s death, for he truly believed he was gone for good. The person he’d barely gotten to understand, much less meet, and he was just… gone. He was going to live the rest of his life without a soulmate.

Most nights he just did the bare basics of the homework he had to do, without any of the old flair he’d put into all his work, and curled onto his bed to watch a show or, on his days, listen to music. His old playlists had shifted to the bottom of his rotation, now only bringing sadder memories that Patton had insisted he not indulge in at this point, so it was usually just automated lists he found. Nothing was special about them anymore. 

Today was his day, an uneventful Saturday where the most exciting occurrence was Patton convincing him to come to the cafeteria and eat with other people. It had been tiring and only made him feel more alone, so his daily scheduled moping times had come up a little earlier. Patton had given him a hug and a gentle kiss on the head, telling him he had to go meet some people for a group project, and to call if he needed anything, before grabbing his bag and leaving. Roman didn’t miss the sad look tossed his way before the door shut.

Despite Patton’s advice, he was feeling particularly shitty today, and his fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, pulled up one of his older playlists. One of the ones that was reminiscent of days when he actually had a soulmate. He clicked shuffle and tossed the phone onto the pillow next to his head, curling that much deeper into his blankets, as if he could somehow refill the void that had been cut out of him. 

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

The first song he’d ever played had become a sort of inside joke between them. Despite the song’s sad melody and somber lyrics, it was a reminder of the first time they’d interacted; an awkward, laughter filled night. At least, it had been on Roman’s night, and he could only hope it had been the same on the other end. 

He didn’t even realize he was crying until the pillow beneath him was tear stained and gross to lay on. Why had the universe chosen him as the target for its cruel irony? Not that he wished this on anyone else… but why couldn’t soulmates be foolproof? Why was there that margin for error, the always-there possibility that everything you’ve ever dreamed of will be ripped out of your hands just as soon as you think you have it? So close, but so far. At least before they’d connected, he’d lived in blissful hope and ignorance. 

The song ended and he pressed pause lethargically, not able to find the emotional strength to listen to more. Maybe Patton had been right. A glance out the window showed that it was well past nightfall, the full moon gleaming into his window, and he decided to just sleep the emptiness away. It hadn’t worked so far, but maybe tonight was the night. He turned off his phone screen and plugged it in to charge, rolling away to face the wall, and waited for the soothing peace of sleep to take over him.

At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, wishful thinking. More than once in the three months since his soulmate disappeared, he’d thought he’d heard music, only for the feeling to disappear as soon as he focused on it. A soulbond only became louder when concentrated on, so he eventually realized he was doing it to himself subconsciously, his mind struggling to fill the emptiness that had once been filled by the other’s music. 

When it disappeared, he figured it was music from someone else’s dorm filtering through the thin walls. But no, this was too clear, too distinct, too ingrained, to be coming from an external source.

He calmed his racing heart before he could jump to conclusions. This music isn’t like what his used to be. It must be your brain, because he’s gone. He’s GONE, Roman.

Much as he tried to push it down, he couldn’t. It was becoming evident that no, something was happening, and it had to do with his soulmate. As he had done for the time he’d known (could it be considered ‘knowing’) the other, he concentrated on the lyrics, because those were the only feeble ways they’d interacted in those times. 

I’m sorry,

Don’t leave me,

I want you here with me, 

I know that your love is gone.

I can’t breathe,

I’m so weak, 

I know this isn’t easy,

Don’t tell me that your love is gone,

That your love is gone.

Patton walked in after his group meeting to see Roman sobbing in his bed and, immediately assuming the worst, he jumped onto the bed and pulled him into his arms. Through gasps for breath, Roman was able to choke out that, “He’s back. He’s playing music. He’s back. He’s back.”

Part 2 HERE

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[jelenamasterpost]

2010

January 1st:

Selena and Justin share a Twitter exchange after sharing the stage together during Justin's performance of One Less Lonely Girl at Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve in Las Vegas

selena's tweet (x) justin's tweet (x)

January 5th:

Justin is interviewed by Popstar! Magazine and is asked whether he’s dating either Demi or Selena

Interviewer: "So there's been links that you've been seeing Demi or Selena, you guys have been Twittering back and forth. Is there any truth to that? Or are you guys just friends, is there something more there?"

Justin: "No, I just - I met Demi a few times. Me and Selena are good friends."

Interviewer: "Yeah, I think you're performing with Selena at Pop-Con this year, in February - you are, surprise! Do you know if you'll be hanging out with her at all while you're there?

Justin: "Probably, we're good friends."

full video (x)

January 31st:

Justin tweets "good times" to Selena, suggesting they recently hung out.

justin's tweet (x)

February 1st:

Selena and Nick Jonas arrive to “We Are The World” remake together in the same vehicle, held at Jim Henson Studios in Los Angeles. There's been speculation of a reconciliation as Selena was seen at Nick's concert in Dallas January 2nd and photographed crying during the song "Stay" (x)(x)

February 7th:

Nick attends San Antonio Rodeo to watch Selena perform. Selena allegedly introduces her song “I Won’t Apologize" (song about Nick) by sharing with the crowd: “I wrote this, but it’s in the past now”

February 14th:

Selena recently chatted with the California Chronicle and said this about her rumored rekindled romance with Nick Jonas (x)

"He's a really nice guy and he's always been a really good friend in my life. So I'm just happy to have him back as a good friend."

February 16th:

Selena talks about Justin during her radio interview with DJ Kid Kraddick and explains how their NYE performance was conceived:

“You know what, he’s the cutest, sweetest kid on the face of this planet. I feel like a cougar because I totally have a crush on him. He’s cute, he is so cute - he has swagger!"

"We were doing the Dick Clarks Rockin' New Years Eve and I performed first and I was leaving to do press backstage and Justin runs back and goes: 'Selena! Can you come on stage with me for One Less Lonely Girl?' and I was like, 'Ahh Justin' and he's like 'Please please please!' and I go 'Fine, okay what do I do?' and he's like 'Oh I'll do all the work' [...]"

"So then he runs off stage and then he runs back and he goes 'Wait, can you take your heels off I don't want you to be taller than me' I was like, 'No I'm not going to take my heels off' - and no we're actually the same height without heels."

February 16th:

During an interview with 106.1 KISS FM, a fan tells Selena that people in their school are saying she's dating Justin Bieber

Fan: “People in my school are saying that you and Justin Bieber are dating”

Selena: “I love that! I kind of wish we were [...] No, he’s 15, so I’d be a cougar, so that wouldn’t be right - but he’s very sweet, and I do love him very much. He’s a very good guy.”

The interviewer explains Justin was also recently on the show and that he does have a little crush on her -

Selena: “That’s okay! He can call me in like 3 years.”

February 19th:

Selena talks to MTV News before both her and Justin are set to perform at Pop-Con in NYC. When asked if they’d perform together she says:

"I'm excited. We would love to. We're trying to work it out, We don't know yet. We're still trying to figure out if we're going to do something together on stage. [It] might be a surprise, but as far as co-headlining — I don't know. I'm sure he's much bigger. [It's] probably his show — I'm just there." // she confesses that at this point they are such good friends, he almost feels like family: "I love Justin. When he first started to come over from Canada his manager contacted me and he just said that he would like to meet me and he was just such a good kid," she explained. "And I feel like a big sister now, 'cause I want to protect him. So I'm always very cautious with him, but he is so talented and he's so sweet, so that just started us wanting to work together. Now he's just become one of my good friends."

full article (x)

February 20th:

Justin and Selena pose for a photo together while attending Pop-Con, held at Nassau Coliseum in New York - they each are set to perform. After the event, Justin tweets to Selena calling her a sweetheart.

justin's tweet (x)

February 23rd:

Selena is again asked about Justin during her livestream webcast:

“I think Justin Bieber is amazing. Do you think he’s amazing? He’s like, 15, and he has like, every girl in America”

February 24th:

Selena interviews with Frankie of Neighborhood 93.3 and there's lots of Justin discussion. Frankie tells Selena that Justin was also recently interviewed and he called her a cutie-pie and said that she’s amazing. A fan also asks what she would name her baby (?) if she were to have one:

Selena: “Awww! He’s so cute! Oh my gosh, he’s about to turn 16, I’m just saying...just saying!”

Selena: “Lets see, I’ve had these names picked out for a while - I like Emory? Just E-M-O-R-Y. Emory, insert my husband’s last name…yeah, Emory Bieber"

March 1st:

Selena attends Justin's "Sweet 16" celebration and publicly tweets him a happy birthday at the end of the night. She's later seen in photos from the event kissing Justin on the cheek

selena's tweet (x) photos of selena at the event (x)

March 6th:

This is the last time that Selena and Nick Jonas are seen together this year.

March 12th:

During a radio interview with Billy Bush, Justin is asked “who the cutest Disney Channel girl is”

Justin: "Cutest Disney Channel girl? I think probably Selena Gomez."

full video here (x)

March 27th:

Selena and Justin both attend The Kids Choice Awards and pose together for a photo while on the red carpet.

Justin attends the event with (his rumored girlfriend) Jasmine Villegas, his "Baby" music video costar.

justin and jasmine (x)

March 30th:

Justin and Selena hangout together with Selena's family and have a jam session - they each share a tweet about it that evening

justin's tweet (x) selena's tweet (x)

April 10th:

Selena and Nick Jonas have officially broken up People confirms, and says they actually broke up in early March.

Though the couple never publicly confirmed they rekindled their relationship, the source says, “They were an item, but they are no longer together.” According to the source, the Disney Channel stars, both 17, broke up in early March, largely because work was going to keep them apart: Gomez is scheduled to film a movie in Europe this summer, while Jonas is expected to tour with his siblings at the same time.

full article here (x)

April 12th:

Selena does a radio interview on Key 103 while in Manchester and says that Justin is a great friend, and that he’s very protective of her:

Interviewer: When did you last see your mate Justin Bieber? Is he okay?

Selena: Yes he is, he's so funny, I actually don't have my phone out here and he freaked out cause he didn't understand, he's like "oh my god, I can't talk to you, I don't know what you're doing!" I'm like "I'm fine, I'm fine!" He's very protective, is what I've found - it's very funny, he's younger than me but he's been a better friend to me than most of the people my age.

Interview: Cause you guys have gone through similar things I suppose, despite the age difference?

Selena: Yeah but, people who've gone through the same things as me haven't been as supportive as he has been to me - it's been great.

full interview here (x)

May 23rd:

Selena tweets that she's listening to Justin's song Somebody to Love while in the studio

selena's tweet (x)

#jelena #selena gomez #justin bieber #jelena timeline #jelena masterpost #jasmine villegas #nick jonas #nelena #demi lovato

[hanmegumi]

YOUR WOUNDS BLEED ON ME, written by your irresponsible and overly charming Ginny

Chapter 1

Pairing: Sokeefitz

Summary: 19th century, London, Fitz Vacker finds himself in a difficult situation: He's taken it upon himself to charm his best friend, a young lady named Sophie, who comes from a well-known family, and is at risk of being hurt by the cruel society. Trouble comes with artfully disheveled blonde hair and ice blue eyes: Keefe Sencen, who not only will stick around for a while, but who also can charm both Sophie abd Fitz in no time.

TW: None :D

A/N: BRIDGERTON SUPREMACY- No but for realsies, I actually carried this out and im proud qkkajsjjsjs hope you like it (also amsterdam keeps going dw, i will update it on weekends)

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1: THE BEGINNING OF A SEASON

Fitz stared out the window of his chambers, both hands behind his back. Today, it started a new season, where all the ladies his age would start looking for a husband, and all the boys his age—including him—would try to get a wife.

His mother had always said he had to marry for love. No one could be able to force a Vacker into marriage, it was only up to them to choose who to spend their lifes with.

Fitz pursed his lips. He loved Sophie. He enjoyed the afternoons they spent together, reading in the vast library of his father. He liked dancing with her when alone. He adored her.

But never had it been romantically, not in the past, not now. Yet as the season had approached, Fitz grew anxious. Even if she was his age, Sophie had always looked young—too young to marry, and too young to get hurt.

He didn’t wish to get engaged so soon.

But perhaps his plans would have to change. Perhaps, he would have to get in the game.

“Fitzroy.”

He turned. “Yes, brother?”

Alvar cocked his head, standing under the threshold. “Our carriage is here. Mother has been shouting for you to make haste.”

“Oh.” Fitz glanced at his reflection to see if he looked good, and then smiled. “Let us leave then.”

As he and Alvar made their way to the first floor, his brother said, “You are wearing fragrance.”

Fitz’s eyebrows shot up. “Mm?”

“It smells like pines.”

“Ah.” Fitz cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious. “Yes.”

“I thought you didn’t like it?”

“Things change.”

“... I thought you did not wish to marry, either.”

“All the same, Alvar. Things change, most of the time for the better.”

Alvar opened his mouth to argue, but his words were drowned out by Biana saying, “Finally! I thought you would never come!”

“It took you hours to get ready,” Fitz replied.

“I am not the one who has to be there.”

“No bickering,” Fitz’s mother, Della, said. She walked in the hallway, wearing a bigger version of Biana’s teal dress. “It is time. You better be prepared.”

“We are,” Fitz, Biana and Alvar said at the same time.

“Then, let us get going.” Della sketched a snowy smile. “This one will be a night to remember.”

On the neighboring house, the Dizznees were just starting to get prepared—quite the challenge, considering the triplets were a mess. Not far away, the prestigious Ruewens were already on their way to the soiree, hosted by the queen and king: Oralie and Kenric. The Songs were already there, chatting with the Heks—and avoiding the Redeks. Such luxurious family would never acquaintance a family that was followed by rumors as if they were shadows.

Fitz got out of the carriage. He heard whispers by his side, and soon realized they were whispering about him.

He forced a smile and, with his family tagging along, walked inside the palace in which the soiree was being held.

And The Waltz Goes On was being played by the king’s orchestra. On the tables rested several golden plates that offered food, and by their side stood tall fountains. Laughter and chatter filled the room.

“Who knew so many people would attend?” Fitz breathed to himself, and smiled when he spotted a blonde hair. He turned to Alvar. “Take care of Mother and Biana. I will...” He gestured toward the Ruewens.

Alvar pursed his lips. “Well, then. Am I to remind you that you are not the only one seeking marriage?”

“Look after them. As a viscount, that is your job.”

And he rushed away before his brother could argue. When he reached the Ruewens, he grinned and touched Sophie’s shoulder.

His best friend gave a little jump before looking at him. She broke into a wide smile. ”Fitz. I did not expect to see you here.”

“Do you think I would leave you alone?” He grabbed a grape from a plate. “How do you find yourself to be?”

“Nervous,” Sophie admitted. “Why are the Dizznees not here yet?”

“The triplets.”

“Ah.”

“Would you like to dance?” Fitz blurted out. It was not hard to know she was not in love—yet—but to know that he was not, either. Looking around, there were many pretty ladies and boys. He was throwing a life away for her.

“Miss Foster,” he added when he realized her father was listening.

Sophie blinked, then snorted. “Dance?”

He nodded.

“With you?”

He nodded again.

“Fitz, I will dance with a suitor. If I dance with you, they will believe I am taken, and I do not...”

She trailed off, staring at something. Or at someone. Fitz followed her gaze, and felt a tiny surge of anger when he saw a certain family.

Ah, he thought. The Sencens are here.

#sokeefitz #keeper of the lost cities #b: kotlc #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #kotlc fic #your wounds bleed on me

[thedistrictsleepsalonetonight]

Your mess is mine

Sue may only be a math major, but she knows this much about telling a story: it needs to have a beginning, middle, and an end.  

If she were to sit down and write one, here is where it would start — Emily laughs and she falls in love. It doesn’t matter the year, the month, or the minute; when Emily laughs, she falls in love. Sue’s a little slow when these things are concerned, love doesn’t come to her as quickly or as easily as it has historically come to Emily. I saw you in the coffee shop and I knew you were the one, she’s fond of telling Sue, usually during fights. It’s highly annoying that Emily thinks it’d work on her. Even more annoying is the fact that it does. 

Alright, does she have moments of intense déjà vu sometimes? Like when they’re lying in bed, after one of Austin’s house parties, and Sue curls up into Emily’s soft shoulders, plays with her pretty, pretty hands? Or when she catches Emily conked out in front of her laptop in a corner table at the café on her break and gently wakes her up? Sure. But isn’t that what love is? The same five gestures repeated in infinite ways, creating a well of infinite affection. So if walking the steps with Emily settles deep into her bones without flinching, as if they’ve done this before, she’s convinced that it’s because they’re well and truly perfect together. 

(Definitely not because — and this is something that has been occurring to her more and more lately — they were star-crossed lovers in a past life a century ago.) 

(That would be crazy.) 

(Right?) 

***** 

Falling in love aside, Emily can be really, infuriatingly, secretive about the worst of things. Sometimes it is charming, watching her having to pick her way through multiple explanations, create long-winded detours just to attempt to confuse Sue into getting exasperated enough to drop the subject altogether. But that’s at the very end, when it turns out that she was going to all this trouble to make sure Sue wasn’t going to find out she’d gotten her that one Hawaiian shirt Sue had off-handedly admired once, aeons ago. Or that she’s been holed up in their room all day because she’s been setting up lights in honor of it being exactly six months since they first hugged. Which is why she is more resigned that surprised when Lavinia sits down in front of her, leans in, and asks her what she’s doing for Emily’s birthday next week. 

Sue sneaks a look at Emily who is currently chatting with an old lady who usually comes in on the weekends. Her girlfriend happens to be one of those baristas who is beloved by the elderly, God only knows why. All the older ladies will hang back at the counter and tell her all about their grandkids’ schools and ballet recitals. In return, Emily will rant to them about college and apparently, Sue as well, which was something she discovered one day when she walked in and two old ladies gave her teasing yet approving smiles from their table. 

(And then took her aside to whisper — Showing a little skin wouldn’t do any harm and would keep your girl on her toes — which near about killed her)  

The entire situation is hilarious. Also the most adorable thing she has ever seen. 

“Why haven’t you guys discussed your birthdays yet?” 

“It’s just never,” Sue muses, “come up, I guess.” 

Austin rollerblades past, swivels to a stop and bends so he’s approximately level with their faces. “Are we talking about,” he says, lowering his voice to a comical whisper, “Emily’s birthday?” 

Lavinia pulls him down, so he’s sitting on the spare chair. “And Sue’s, apparently. Did you know her birthday falls, like, nine days after Emily’s?” 

Austin stares at her, wide-eyed. “That means it’s on the.... 19th? 

Sue nods. 

“The 19th of December? After Emily’s birthday, on the 10th of December?” 

“Y....es?” 

He swipes at his phone, taps a couple of buttons, and then looks up with a smug smile. “I knew I remembered something. Look.” 

Lavinia has to angle her whole body to see, but it registers for both of them at the same time. A certain poet and her muse, who also apparently shared the same birthday as her and Emily. 

“Huh,” Lavinia says. “Maybe there is something to Emily’s theory after all.” 

“You mean Emily’s theory that we’re the reincarnations of those two?” she asks, hearing her own voice get progressively more hysterical by the word. She clears her throat, takes a deep breath, adds it to the list of rapidly growing coincidences in her head that she’s never going to give a closer look to, because that would be crazy. 

“Really the only part of this I’m genuinely shocked by,” Lavinia says after a long pause, in which Sue is struggling to reason with the logical part of her brain, “is that Austin remembers Emily Dickinson’s birthday.” 

Austin smiles proudly, and the thought is so funny that it drives potential insanity out of her mind eventually. 

***** 

“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday’s tomorrow?” 

Emily startles from where she’s staring out the window of the car, and Sue has about a moment to regret blurting it out before they’re looking at each other. She’d spent the entire week setting up the entire thing for Emily and now it probably won’t even be a surprise, but she’s insanely curious. No better time for it, either way. She’d planned everything perfectly, from picking up Emily at the café in the classy car she’d borrowed from Austin, to making sure it wasn’t too late after dinner. And yet, here they were, surrounded by cars and honking people because traffic was a fickle bitch. 

“Is that why we’re taking this trip?” she asks, wide-eyed. 

Sue extends a hand towards her, ruffles up her hair, feeling fond. Trust her idiot girlfriend to not have figured it out yet. She moves her hand to Emily’s cheek, and feels Emily cover it with her own. Feels a soft kiss pressed against her palm. 

“What did you think it was, dumdum?” 

“Well, it is the three month anniversary of—” Sue’s alarm is probably showing on her face, so she backtracks quickly. “Kidding. Kidding. There’s nothing tomorrow.” 

Sue pinches at her cheek. “Except your birthday. Speaking of which—” 

“Eh,” Emily shakes her head, shuffles around on her seat awkwardly, “it’s.... uh, complicated.” 

“Is the complication that you happen to share a birthday with a poet from long ago?” she’s only half-joking.  

Emily laughs at that. “Caught on, did you? Did you also check—” 

“E-yup.” 

“That your birthday is also—” 

“E-yup,” she says. Then turns to look at Emily. “Wait. How do you know when my birthday is?” 

Emily opens her mouth, but before she can say anything Sue hurriedly cuts in. “And you’re not allowed to say you have your ways.” 

Years ago, when Sue was fourteen, one day her dad and her mom came home with the same vegetable. Same quantity. It was beans, and she could vividly remember all three of them staring down in mock dismay at the two separate huge bundles of beans that now took up most of the space on the table. Then they started comparing prices. Turns out her mother’s bundle had cost a couple cents lesser than her father’s. But it’s not the same , her mother had insisted, holding up both the bundles. See, yours weighs more. I think the grocer I bought it from took some off . 

To this day, she defines love as the way her mother’s hand fell over his, combined with the way her dad looked at her next — like a child who had just been told that the blanket fort he’d spent hours constructing, wasn’t going to be torn down. Like someone had just handed a piece of the world to him, and told him to make of it whatever he wanted.  

Sue recognizes it in the way Emily looks at her. Like she’s saying — Of course. Of course, you know me well enough to guess the next stupid thing that comes out of her mouth. 

(She’s not very good at love, but she hopes Emily can read the answer in her eyes just the same) 

“Birthdays are complicated,” Emily says, slowly. “I’ve had some very good ones and then some very bad ones.” First girlfriend who she asked out on her 20th birthday, and second girlfriend who she broke up with a week before her 23rd; Sue fills in the blanks as she talks. “So I guess I try not to tell people so I myself don’t expect anything out of it. Neutral birthdays are better than euphoric ones or sad ones, because at least they don’t haunt me forever.” 

“Baby,” she says, and then trails off. Sometimes she likes calling Emily endearments, or just say her name out loud, randomly, even if there’s no statement attached to it. The sentiment’s always the same, however. I’m glad you exist. I’m glad you found me. I like your name. I love you.  

(Emily’s fallen asleep by the time she’s driven to the top of the grassy knoll, by the time the clock hits midnight. Sue lets her sleep through it. There will be time to sit on top of the blanket and watch a sleepy Emily blow out the candles on a tiny cake that looks like a typewriter, to stare at the stars all night long while they listen to soft, slow songs on a pair of shared earphones. For now, Sue watches Emily sleep, head tilted against the glass and decides to hold off on telling her she loves her until the day after her birthday. It’s a perfectly neutral birthday. No use in spoiling it.) 

(Emily says it back though, in case anyone was wondering) 

***** 

Sometimes, when Sue sees Emily cooking for her, she loses her breath. 

(And sometimes, it’s not even due to the smoke from a burned dish) 

But there’s something peaceful about watching Emily cook, especially if she hasn’t yet cottoned onto the fact that Sue’s watching her. She’s one of those annoying people who always has their headphones on, so most of her cooking in the kitchen involves perfectly timing the beats with the swipes of her spatula. Sometimes she spins around in the middle of a pancake flip to see if she can catch it in midair. Juvenile shenanigans aside, what really gets Sue, even after almost a year of having watched Emily dance around in the kitchen is the care with which she handles food that they will eat. It’s so different to the kind of food she cooks when she’s just cooking for herself. Sue’s seen her slap on two days expired cheese on top of a tortilla and call it lunch. And yet. 

And yet. Sue will have the best of things. Lasagna that’s still steaming. A sandwich filled with the most delicious ingredients. Waffles topped with cream that Emily will get up early in the morning to get for her. Food enhanced with care, made better with love. 

Why don’t you make those nice things for yourself, she’s asked on multiple occasions, to which Emily’s always shrugged. It’s just me. I can have almost anything. 

(Emily deserves the best. Sue will make sure she has it) 

There are flowers on the table, an assortment of daffodils and lilies arranged on a vase. Right in between two shiny plates laid out with napkins folded carefully beside them. Sue slides into one of the chairs quietly, rests her elbows on the table and waits for Emily to finally turn around. 

There is a panicked scream when she does. Sue doesn’t want to be that girlfriend, but this is definitely going on the list of stories she’ll tell their future kids when they’ve grown. 

(Another day she would worry about how the term — Their kids — moves around in her chest comfortably like a sip of hot cocoa. Today, exactly one year to the day Emily told her she liked her, she shrugs it off) 

“You weren’t supposed to wake up for another half an hour at least.” 

Sue hums. “You did tire me out last night, that is true.” 

“Sue!” Emily says, scandalized, face rapidly turning red. “I — that’s highly — okay wait, first things first....” 

She walks over to the table, and bends to kiss Sue.  

“Happy anniversary.” 

Sue closes her eyes, kisses both her cheeks in response. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

Emily grins back, then stands again. “Either way,” she says, as she ladles soup onto a bowl, and gathers multiple plates on a tray to subsequently bring to the table, “brunch! Courtesy of your beautiful girlfriend who finally managed to figure out how to make the perfect chicken pot pie without burning down the house, or worse, giving you salmonella.” 

Sue inspects what lies in front of her. “Babe, this looks amazing.” 

Emily looks proud, as she sits on the other chair. “And that’s not all, okay? This is just the start. Today evening I have gotten us both tickets to—” 

“Move in with me.” 

When Emily blinks, Sue startles. The words that had just come out of her mouth definitely weren’t well-thought-out, but now she was thinking about it and it seemed like all she ever wanted in life. To go to sleep with Emily, and wake her up in time for her morning classes, to be able to see her all the time, and not have to watch her go. 

“That wasn’t my gift, by the way,” she adds, speaking fast, thinking of the limited-edition original copies of a book she’d driven five hours to the next town to get. “But it’s what I want. Us. Living together. I love you. We should.... uh, live together so — uh, okay Emily make me stop talking please.” 

Emily shuts her up with a kiss. When they separate, she stays close to Sue, looking right into her eyes with that soft, soft expression.  

“Are you sure?” she asks. 

Sue takes in a deep breath. Nods. “Yeah.” 

Emily considers that for a moment. Then says with a teasing smile — “I thought this violated your relationship rules.” 

“What ae you—” 

“No kissing before the second date. No celebrating six-month anniversaries because that’s for dummies. No moving in before at least two years of dating—” 

“And if you remember correctly,” Sue cuts in, smoothly, “I kissed you two days before our first date. And serenaded you with a Taylor Swift song at the café on our six-month anniversary.” 

“You did do that,” Emily says, quietly. 

“And as long as we’re on the subject, I hate staying up past 11, or listening to sad girl music in the car, or watching that horrendous show about those two annoying men fake-dating,” Sue tells her, “but — it is my greatest honor that I get to do that for you. And with you. Emily, if you haven’t figured it out already, you’re kinda the exception to every single one of my rules.” 

Sue reads Emily’s answer in the kiss she receives next. 

***** 

The middle, the middle, everything boils down to the middle. It’s what Sue sometimes hears Emily muttering to herself in the middle of the night when she has an assignment due the next day. Sue will blink, look over to the desk where Emily is planted with her nightlight on, hands in her hair. Sometimes Sue will keep blinking slowly, taking in the sight of Emily typing until she falls asleep. Sometimes Emily will notice that she’s up, walk over to the bed, and hum snippets of songs until she’s drifting off again.  

And for all the beauty of the beginning, of first kisses and first dates and first times, there’s something to be said about the fifteenth time Emily plays her something on the ukulele, warning her beforehand that her voice might crack. Or the sixtieth burger she runs across the campus to hand over to Emily when she knows she’s got back-to-back classes scheduled. About the hundredth time she falls into bed, and scooches over, eyes closed, until Emily’s wriggling body is aligned against hers. There’s peace in knowing that a first time will inevitably lead to a second time, and then countless others.  

(There’s peace in knowing the middle lasts the longest)   

***** 

She knows she’s in trouble. Has known she’s in trouble the minute she came out of the store and discovered that there was a pileup on the highway. And then when Lavinia called her panicking because their house-warming slash house party was getting out of control because of a lack of beer and a general overabundance of Austin. And then when her phone died in the middle of her conversation with Emily.  

(So much trouble) 

She’s exhausted by the time she makes it back to her apartment (their apartment , she corrects herself, smiling at the thought) and makes her way up the stairs, hearing the volume of the music increase with every step. Opens the door and is assailed with extremes — the tiny sparkling mirror ball someone’s managed to hook up to the ceiling, the dancing crowd in their living room, and a very loud and weirdly on-point Austin making guitar noises on the karaoke microphone. 

“Lavinia!” Sue calls out in relief, when she catches sight of her. “Where’s Emily?” 

Lavinia excuses herself from a group of frat boys hanging onto her every word and walks over. “Sue! Emily!” 

“Yeah, I know! Tell me where she is!” 

Sue points towards the ceiling, and in the same smooth motion, grabs the crate of beer from her hands. 

Sue’s out of there before the first cry of “Beer” permeates the air. She climbs another two floors, and then the metallic ladder to find Emily sitting there, wrapped in her blanket, glaring up at her. 

“You promised,” she says, flatly. 

Sue drops onto her knees and takes Emily’s cold hands in hers. “I know.” 

“No, you,” Emily repeats, then pauses, looking like she’s struggling, “you promised you were gonna be here, okay? I agreed to the housewarming thing only because you told me there wouldn’t be many people and you’d stay with me the whole time—” 

“—baby....” 

“No, don’t baby me. Let me finish.” Emily waits until Sue nods. “And then you went off to the store.” 

“We ran out of beer,” Sue says, feeling sheepish. 

“I know — I know that, okay?” Emily says. “I know there’s a reason, and probably a valid one but I’m mad, okay? You promised me something and then bailed. That’s not cool.” 

Sue adjusts so she’s properly sitting down right in front of Emily. “I’m sorry,” she says, and means it. “It was inexcusable.” 

Emily sighs, and seems to relax a little. “Okay. Thank you for saying that.” 

Sue nods. “Some party, huh?” she says, after a while. 

Emily smiles a little, then. “Did you see Austin? He was performing the High School Musical songs when I left.” 

She laughs. “When I came in, I think he was doing the guitar riff to Bohemian Rhapsody.” 

“Hey,” Emily says, after they’re done giggling at that. “I never asked. What took you so long? I thought you just went to get beer.” 

“Uh,” Sue says, “I’d rather not tell you.” 

“What? Why not?” 

“Because I don’t wanna charm my way out of you being mad at me.” 

“Oh,” Emily draws the sound out, teasingly. “It can’t possibly be that charming.” 

If she wanted to play it this way, then okay. 

“I stopped at an animal shelter on the way home. There’s a young cat there I thought we could adopt. Consider her a housewarming present.” 

“Oh,” Emily says, then in an undertone. “Damn it.” 

“Charmed?” 

“Ugh, fuck, okay,” Emily admits, then pulls at their joined hands till Sue gets on top of her lap. “I hate you. I love you, but I hate you.” 

Sue kisses her in return, settles in more comfortably. 

“Tell me about her?” Emily asks, softly, in the quiet. 

“Well, she chased the light reflected off my watch round and round so it’s safe to say she’s not the brightest.” 

“I love her already,” Emily assures her. 

***** 

On her eve of her 25th birthday, Sue walks into her apartment and finds Emily, Lavinia and Austin panicking over how to fit the last half of her last name onto limited space on a handmade banner. She says hi to Juggers and Iguana, their two cats, then picks up their two-month-old puppy Rooney, all before one of the three already present humans in the room realizes she’s there. 

“Sue, I’m so sorry,” Emily says, walking over to her and looking at her with a slightly desperate look in her eyes. “We tried baking cake, but it’s half burnt, but we can’t decide what to get and all we have are balloons but then Austin’s going crazy trying to keep Juggers from bursting them, because guess what? The cat is the devil—” 

“—babe—” 

“—no, I tried to make it a good birthday, I really did!” 

She puts her hands on either side of Emily’s face, which forces her to quiet down. Then she looks over at the others.  

“Have you guys been here the entire time I was taking classes?” 

They nod. 

She feels a little overwhelmed. “Guys, I — thank you so much,” she says, then takes stock of the situation. “Can you order pizza? We’ll ring in my birthday with pizza tonight.” 

Lavinia side-hugs her on their way out to the couch, and then they’re alone in the kitchen. She kisses Emily on the forehead, then on both cheeks, trying to drive away the frown. 

“What?” 

“I just wanted you to have a good birthday,” Emily says, despondent. 

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Sue says. “And so are our friends, who sat and worked this hard for hours trying to make me happy. And we’ll have pizza! We like pizza.” 

“You’re just saying that.” 

“No, you idiot” Sue explains, fondly. “I mean it. We’ll have burned cake, and we’ll fight over the pizza, and even if the animals are outnumbered, we’ll probably lose to them. And then we’ll probably watch a movie, and somehow all fall asleep on the carpet because Austin always claims the whole couch. Either way, it’ll be a good birthday, because I’m happy. And you know why I’m happy?” 

Emily’s still pouting. 

“Emily, why am I happy?” 

“Because we’re together,” Emily completes, in a small voice, and then finally, finally smiles. 

(It’s the messiest birthday Sue has ever had. Also the best) 

***** 

Here’s the thing about endings: everyone who writes stories knows they don’t really exist.  

A famous author once said that they weren’t really the end of the story, just where you chose to stop it. Well, Sue agrees. Which is why this story in her head never ends. The imaginary typewriter in her head will keep typing long after, filling pages with anniversaries and birthdays and emergency dog adoptions. Maybe the next page talks about the day Sue breaks her arm, and Emily proposes to her with an onion ring she gets out of the hospital vending machine. Or the day Lavinia loses Rooney, walks around the entire block with Austin to find him and finally discovers he’s hanging out at the old café they used to work at. 

So. Yes. This is where she decides to leave it. Finish it. There will be more stories to write later.

The end. 

(Wink wink. Nudge nudge.) 

#dickinson #emisue #fanfiction #emily dickinson #dickinson fanfiction #alright - so this is a modern emisue domestic fic about them being happy and in love or whatever bullshit people in love do #and technically it's a sequel to my first dickinson fic - although i don't thikn it's necessary to read that first to understand this #i've been working on this a while - so i hope you guys like it #also i made anohter playlist to vibe - think i'll put it in a reblog just in case anyone wants to check that out #and yeah #that's it i guess #happy reading!

[stingslikeabee]

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

1. alias / name: Mari and/or Mari-chan.

2. birthday: September 19th!

3. zodiac sign: Virgo (my Virgo sun is STRONG).

4. height: 1.72m, you guys can google and convert this for a change. :) Metric system rules, guys, it makes sense.

5. hobbies: Writing and reading, obsessing over very random and obscure things like the personal filmography of my favorite actors, learning new languages, making my own travel guides when I go abroad in ridiculous detail, playing JRPGs and hoping for a platinum trophy and getting frustrated somewhere along the road (with some few exceptions).

6. favorite color: As a kid it used to be pink, as a teenager it changed to black, blue and silver and these days I can probably go with mostly anything that it’s not too bright like neon orange or yellow (I’m too pale, I look bizarre near to these hues).

7. favorite book: I have lots, but I tend to always say ‘The Never-Ending Story’ by Michael Ende. Don’t get me wrong, I love a LOT of books but I just enjoy this one a lot and it has a special place in my heart.

8. last song: according to my spotify wrapped, it is Halestorm’s ‘Do Not Disturb’ haha - I’ve listened to their songs a lot but this one in particular gets me in the right mood for some threads, particularly the ones set in my ‘Evil Queen’ verse.

9. last film / show: I finished s03 of ‘YOU’ and am now binging both s04 of ‘Dynasty’ (now you will understand why Fallon Carrington shows up so much here) and s06 of ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars’, haha. I’m all over the place these days, apparently. XD 

10. recent reads: ‘A Wild Sheep Chase’ by Haruki Murakami (which is fun because my first book by him was ‘Dance Dance Dance’, which is set AFTER the one I’m reading now and it was very strange adapting to the references at the time). I’m also at the very beginning of the first book of the ‘Old Man’s War’ series by John Scalzi.

11. inspiration: For Melissa and my take on Honey Bee Inn, it was basically a combination of Sucker Punch, the Japanese nightlife culture and a random tumblr post about the inn and the Turks. But for everything else, from threads, to verses to AUs - literally anything can make me have a weird idea, mostly books and shows (like my surprisingly developed VII version of Snowpiercer, or a recent obsession with Alice in Borderlands or how I’ve been trying to link Mel to other videogame franchises as Mortal Kombat or Yakuza and stuff).

12. story behind url: It’s a Ricky Martin song! No, really - I wanted something that had a ‘bee’ reference because of the obvious queen bee/Honey Bee Inn aesthetics and I don’t recall what sort of googling led me to it - but the sentence ‘she looks like a flower but she stings like a bee’ was too perfect. That fit how I saw Melissa - a beautiful woman with a fierce mama bear spirit ready to go ballistic after people who wrong her (or her loved ones). :D The fact she may ultimately end in danger herself is just a tiny little detail.

13. fun fact about me: I’ve been to the Universal/Disney parks in Orlando once and when I was there, except for the day I visited the Animal Kingdom park, I happened to be on rides which malfunctioned and/or broke down while I was riding them at ALL other parks. The Hogwarts ride was the worst offender, it froze out of nothing, I got a big green screen instead of the quidditch match that was playing before and there was even a voiceover played warning people not to leave their cars (eventually I went to this ride again and it worked fine). XD The second worst one was the Haunted Mansion - I think it broke down twice during the SAME go, made all the funnier by the fact it was Halloween time when I was there, and I got stuck at the most halloween-y ride available in Magic Kingdom. Other rides which malfunctioned were the Hogwarts Express, the Aerosmith rollercoaster, the Splash Mountain and Spaceship Earth (I think).

#dash games #reposting this #a bit updated #for new mutuals :)

[yn-dere]

La sorcière • Y!K.TH

Synopsis: The goddess Ashtoreth seemed to have found her worshipper.

Ship/s: Photographer!Taehyung x Antagonist/seductress!Reader

Warning/s: Angst, Yandere/Dark themes, Manipulation, Mentions of killing, Bored and mean reader.

(Note: this takes place in the late 19th century)

'It is not the quality of the desired object that gives us pleasure, but rather the energy of our appetites'

~ Charles Baudelaire, The end of Don Juan

A dejected summer, that's what it was. The suffocating air that leaves you sweltering in your corset but I am anything but, naked on my cold feet with a cigar between those gentil fingers, sluggishly looking out from my apartment window into the florid affluent streets which were once quite and reserved. The sounds of playful squabbling, the occasional delightful squeals of children, the ecstatic laughter of women did nothing to soothe that covetous feeling throbbing at the pit of my stomach. Nor did the family of stars splattered all across the dark night sky with the dazzling moon nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be mocking me with every sparkle, impersonating my woe by disappearing this second only to come back and laugh at my face. Oh well. It hurts my chest as I exhale out the smog; I forgot that I even took a drag. Not even smoke can replace that void in my lungs now.

This moment is slightly pleasant though, accompanied by the crisp breeze that blows in through the drapes, strong enough to make my locks flutter and trigger my cigar to litter on the window railing (that I'm not bothering to clean anytime soon) but not enough to take the glum away with it. The only thing that found me pleasant enough to return. And... the troubled men that found home in my cosy and welcoming bed. Neither of them were guaranteed.

Thinking about men, I glance back into the dark room to spot the man I chose for the night. Blissfully sound asleep between my covers, with a small but radiant smile adorning his regal face. He really emulated the beautiful night sky, the baby constellation spreading across his portrait in the form of les grains de beauté. The way the light reflected off of his unblemished face puts la lune to shame, almost looking as if it is it's own light source. His beauty truly was bewitching and I would've felt envious of it if I didn't know any better.

If I didn't own an enormous dressing mirror in the corner which kept reflecting the street lights back onto my eyes; it was adorned with pink crystals, fresh roses and myrtles, white feathers and burnt out incense that left behind a soft but strong scent. It truly looked like an altar for venus herself, towering over me to have me take a look at the highly sexual, supremely confident, alluring female that offers endless pleasure and a bit of... danger. At least, that's what people men see. And I agree with it. I know the expression does sound like something that would come out of Narcissus' mouth as he stares into his reflection but can you really blame me?

It's the huge impact left on me by years and years of society misjudging me as just another pretty face in the crowd. No matter how hard I worked on something, it would always be de-emphasized. All the blood, sweat and tears only to be wasted because individuals couldn't see the nimble brain past the pleasant portrait. I wanted to stand out, and I did at times but.. not in the way I wanted to. But soon enough, I began to convince myself that maybe this isn't so bad at all, and wearily...

... I accepted it.

I accepted my place in the stupid community as one of those women, a blood sucking succubus is just how they saw me to be exact. Mind you, I've never stood sturdy in any of my subjects until I slowly started to abuse my power and it made me feel competent and sure enough I felt powerful enough to destroy families, to get someone to chase me so feverishly that they lose control but I guess I was never that valuable to keep nor was I important enough for someone to actually care about me. The only difference between your pompous narrator here and a poor mistress is that I don't have a fickle of hope nor do I really care enough about a particular visitor to be left heartbroken.

It still kills me to feel impotent at the end of the day (or the start of the day, when they leave me with nothing). I feel like THE FOOL, a frail dog chasing a car....

....But as the lonely sun finally decides to set to rest and the family of stars gets more discernable with every shimmer against the dark and misty horizon; I, once again find myself repeating history as if my life's a record on the phonograph. But as one get sick of listening to the same song over and over again, there's a momentary pause... and then an appalling revelation; it's seems as though you've been singing the most important part of the song, the chorus, wrong.

And suddenly I can grasp it all..

.

.

.

You see, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't. But is it really enough to keep the attention on you? Is the beauty really enough for the sirens who beckon sailors to their destruction? If that was the case, wouldn't mermaids be able to do the same? Love is-

"...h-hey?"

That deep voice...

Then suddenly, lean icy fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me back into reality just when I started inching through the darkness in my mind.

Oh God. How did I not see him wake up? Especially with the mess he made in an effort to get up from the bed? One of the pillows accompanied with the sheets are on the floor... those velvet covers are really hard to wash. I will never forgive him for that.

But my irritation soon turned into embarrassment when I pondered over how crazy I must have looked, naked while just staring into my mirror with a cigar in hand. Or what was left of it, the soft ash on my fingers, my bare breasts and one of my thighs.

"Is everything a-alright?" He questioned. I looked down to his palm which was still holding my arm with a firm grip. He followed my gaze, his eyes widening slighting as he quickly let it go. "I m-mean, you were kind of dazed off or something. I thought..." he muttered after clearing his throat in a futile attempt at ceasing the stuttering. "Yeah.. I was just thinking about something" I replied as I looked up at his eyes and his orbs that were just suffering with nervousness and uncertainty were now swimming in curiosity. I couldn't help but let a giggle get past my lips. He hummed in response as his brows furrowed. "about.. this." I uttered, feigning a bashful look. His brows furrowed even further, creating small lines on his otherwise smooth forehead. "What do you mean by "this" ?" He seems to have forgotten his tense stance and the risqué side of me wanted to bring it back so I tried. "Our liaison, everything we did and...." if it weren't for the pin drop silence in the room, I would've never heard his breath hitching as he waited for me to continue. "Us." I finished with a whisper...

... After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for him to answer, my patience wore thin so I couldn't help but gently poke his chest. It surely did broke the trance he was in and the cute timid man was back. "Uh- I- uhm" he stuttered, looking at everything but my presence. I slowly started to feel the disappointment building up in the bottom of my stomach. Why do I when I didn't even expected anything else? If this is the only way it can go for me, why not have a little fun? I couldn't help but let out a smirk which I covered in a second, hoping he didn't see it. "I might be quite racy at times but I don't just do this with anyone. I thought I told you in the tavern that if you are to leave, leave already..." as soon as I finished bluffing the sadness in my voice, I casted my eyes downwards at his feet as I anticipated the same white lies but they never came. I awaited the "I will never leave you", "you're the best thing that ever happened" or my personal favorite one " I have a wife and kids that I love very dearly" but he didn't say anything. And just as I was about to look up, the smooth dark honey voice cut me off.

"And I thought I told you that I didn't want to follow you back home for whatever fleshly pleasures you had to offer.." the hint of disappointment was evident. This was a new one to add in the book, eh? "But because my precious cameras are all in vain without your figure and your lively soul.. like an empty canvas to an artist with no references or muse." My ears couldn't help but perk up as he continued, " Sure, they might not be too good at capturing the enigma that is you as the films only render in shades of grey which evidently fails to recognize the different shades of your blush and the undertones, but this is all that I have..."

It's his time to wait as I, for the first time, didn't know what to say. He opened his lips once again "I would be lying if I said I didn't gravely fell in love the second I took my first glance at you months ago. Love at first sight was never my thing but you cleared all my doubts about the idea". I wanted to mock him and tell him about how lust in first sight is a thing, not love but I rather chose to humor him. "That's what they all said..." I slowly look up at his face, looking at each and every feature carefully leaving out his mors than intense eyes. "Who are "they"?" He asked with a slight fury in his voice and the sharp edge of the words spoken almost gashed my already tainted soul. I wish I didn't faked the courage and take a glance into his orbs since I saw the immense anger and hatred through his narrowed eyes as he scrutinized my very existence. I withered uncomfortably under his glare, already regretting opening my mouth without thinking.

"You seriously didn't just compare me to those men, did you? After everything I've done? After I got rid of those hideous women that had nothing else to do but spread nasty rumours about you because the same husbands that couldn't get it up for them were lusting after you? Because they couldn't hold their husbands accountable so they were threatened by you?" He took a sharp but shaky breath before continuing, "Or after I got rid of those men who bonded over their heinous fantasies about violating you?..." I cover my mouth, I feel like throwing up. Not because I don't want to/can't believe it but because this is alot of information to take in in a few minutes. I heard him sigh and his voice suddenly changed from being gruff to soft in a second as he saw my terrified look, "you see these hands, sweetheart?" He said in a slightly coaxing voice as he laid his large hand on top of mine, "They were only used to clicking pictures of everything beautiful and developing them but now, they're stained with shed blood of anyone who dared to lay a finger on you.... You made me this way. You made me so empathetically challenged. You did this."

Me? Me...

I did this. I made him this way.

"How could you have been so blind?"

How could I have been so blind?

Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit.

And as he continued to stare into my frame with such adoration that it reminded me of what I was thinking about before he startled me by waking up...

As I was saying previously, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't but it's still not enough to keep the attention on you. Love is. It is the greatest weapon of all. It's the most exceptional power that you can have over someone. Making them do what they never thought they ever would do, act in ways they might've mocked previous to meeting you, taking up any space in their mind that was left for rationality and instead plaguing it with sweet obsession. Not even fear dares to compete with love when it comes to power. If anything, they go hand in hand. It truly turns a mermaid to a siren.

Wow. It's not the family of stars that I envied, who would want to look like some aliens just jizzed all over the sky? I was made to be la lune, who with all her blemishes littering her skin still stood unfazed as her admirers wrote poems about her beauty. It's not the homely women that I envied, I have always been quite sophisticated but I just wanted to belong somewhere.

I wanted power over someone or something.

And the thought of me making this man do the most vile acts of crime that humanity cannot even begin to visualize in their brains flared up the familiar feeling of ascendency and competency but this time? It was about to stay. Why? Because he is to stay.

I softly smiled at that thought and slowly held my small hands up to his face to caress his cheeks. The shyness got to him as he squeezed his eyes shut to relish in the contact without having to look at my amused face. I could feel him slowly shaking under finger tips, his face was warm unlike the rest of his body. The effect that my small gesture had on him is unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced. This isn't vulgar, this is sensual. And sure, what I feel might not be love but it has one thing in common with it. It's a drug. A high we're both on, and not even my cigar, my only companion for so long can compete with it.

Let's see how long this lasts before I drain all life out of him... or maybe, this is forever but I doubt. Then again, he- wait a minute... what's his name, again? This is going to suck. As I was saying, he does like to surprise me so let's hope for the best.

"Okay, let's just forget we met like this... hello, my name's y/n", I reached out for his hand to shake with a small smile on my face. He erupted into giggles as he took my hand, "Nice to meet you y/n, this is taehyung." Taehyung. Oh taehyung. And suddenly the cheerful atmosphere turned into something sinister as I pulled him in.

"Taehyung, I am like a raging flame.. don't be a moth and get too close or I might destroy you" I whispered in my raspy voice, the smirk that played in my rouge lips being incredibly devilish along with that red unnatural glint in my eye.

"I want to be destroyed."

#yandere #bts #bts x reader #bts yandere #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #yandere bts #yandere bts imagines #yandere!bts #yandere taehyung #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #yandere!taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan bts #bts imagines #taehyung imagine

[riversofmars]

Before we launch into the final part, I just want to say a massive thank you to all of you! Thank your for joining me on this journey, it's been a wild ride and I'm so glad it all came together. 

2020 has been a tough year for all of us in many different ways but there are also things to be grateful for and remember at Christmas time. For me, getting back into writing and fandom has been the greatest blessing of 2020, it's given me so much joy during a very bleak time. So thank you to everyone that's read my stories and particularly to those that always comment and are here for a chat. In a time where social contacts are so limited, being able to connect and talk about your interests is very special. I really hope that I could give back some of that joy with this story.

I wish you all a very merry Christmas, I hope you have a wonderful time and that all your Christmas wishes and hopes for 2021 come true! This really has been an absolute pleasure. I'll miss doing this daily!

Lots of love! Jana

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“River, hold up a second…“ Sandshoes caught up with her as they all made their way down main street. As predicted shoppers were returning to the streets bringing a sense of excitement and warm smiles. The fairy lights shone brightly as it had turned dark and snow had started falling more heavily now muffling their footsteps.

“Are you okay? You look a bit…“ River sensed that there was a seriousness about him and she stopped for a moment so they could fall back a bit for some privacy.

“Still trying to take it all in, it was a lot… probably best I won’t remember any of this.“ He chuckled as they started walking again.

“I’m sorry…“ She said automatically but he waved it off.

“Never mind, what’s life without surprises.“

“No, I mean… I’m sorry for everything that’s about to come. I didn’t know you had to live with this knowledge the whole time, that I… when you first met me…“ She couldn’t really find the right words so she broke off.

“You’re worth all the pain. I can see that.“ He looked to the other Doctors who were walking ahead, chatting, joking. “They come to love you somuch.“

“Yeah, you will.“ She looped her arm around his.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you needed me to be that day, I should have…“ He didn’t look at her, he didn’t want to see that hurt in her eyes again.

“Oh Doctor.“ She stopped walking and held him back as well. “You have always been and will always be the person I need you to be.“ She cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. “I have been all over your timeline, I have met every version of you, had mad adventures and now, hopefully, I get to spend the rest of time with you in a more linear fashion. And never, have you hurt, disappointed or let me down. And never have I not loved you.“

He took her hand off his cheek and pressed it to his lips. Yes, he would forget about this but she had told him everything he needed to hear.

“I think I’m starting to fall in love with you, River Song.“ He sighed with a little smile and she grinned.

“You better be.“ She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss.

“Oi, you two, we all get equal time with the Mrs, no sneaking off!“ Bowtie called from up ahead and River giggled.

“Come along Doctor, we will be late for Christmas dinner.“

They found a restaurant big enough to accommodate for one very large table. They required three large turkeys and countless sides, it was a feast. They popped Christmas crackers, wore colourful hats and shared their stories. Even when they were all too full to move, Bowtie ordered another round of Christmas pudding with extra custard.

The Doctor looked around the table feeling her hearts swell. So much love around this table. So much joy. It blew away all the grief, the sorrow, the loss. It was as if time stood still and not for their crossing timelines but for the joy of the moment. In this moment, everything was perfect.

Donna was questioning Amy and Rory trying to figure out how exactly they were the Doctor’s in-laws.

Clara recounted tales of her travels with Eyebrows to Bill who listened with baited breath, as she always did when a pretty girl was talking.

River was negotiating life aboard the TARDIS with the Fam, setting down ground rules for her future life travelling with them, rejoicing at her new lease on life.

The Doctor looked to her former selves who still eyed her with mild amusement but it wasn’t unkind, it was admiring.

“So you did it, you brought her back.“ Bowtie smiled, saying what they were all thinking.

“We brought her back.“ The Doctor corrected him taking a sip of something very sweet and fizzy.

“It really has been a long time coming, hasn’t it.“ Eyebrows smiled.

“Home for Christmas.“ Sandshoes agreed, raising his glass in a congratulatory fashion.  

“How are you holding up, Doctor?“ Eyebrows asking, sensing a persistent thoughtfulness about her.

“Better now.“ She admitted with a small smile. “It’s not easy, it’s never been easy, so much of…“ She looked around the table and then back to them. “You all have so much ahead of you still but… you’ll get here, I know that because I have.“

“Well, I for one have the greatest confidence that we will be just fine.“ Bowtie announced.

“What are you lot chatting about.“ River stuck her nose in.

“You.“ The Doctor was quick to retort. “They’re all jealous that I get to take you home tonight.“

“Doctor, I hope you’ll be treating my daughter with respect and not…“ Rory piped up.

“I’m fairly certain the Doctor is in a lot more trouble here than the Professor is.“ Clara interjected with great amusement, getting rather tipsy on mulled wine.

“Oh, she certainly is.“ River smirked.

“I mean, it’s quite the change, isn’t it.“ Donna commented gesturing from Eyebrows to the Doctor.

“What they’re meaning to say is, do you swing both ways because I, for one, wouldn’t mind…“ Bill interrupted.

“Ah well, it seems going forward it’ll be the monogamous lifestyle for me.“ River sighed feigning disappointment. “No more back to front timelines, no more excuses.“

“Helps when that one person has like 14 versions.“ Clara giggled.

“We can’t chose who we fall in love with.“ River pointed out.

“Right, that’s enough.“ Rory put his foot down, he’d heard enough.

“A toast.“ Amy called, coming to her husband’s aid.

“What?“ The Doctor nearly chocked on her drink when Amy threw a biscuit at her across the table to make clear she meant her.

“C’mon, Doc, it’s not like we will be all sitting together like this again any time soon, say a few words!“ Graham encouraged her.

“Come on then.“ Eyebrows filled her drink up for her and Bowtie pulled her to her feet.

“Oh ahhh…“ The Doctor looked around confused not sure what to say, she took a deep breath gathering her thoughts but felt a little better for seeing the warmth and smiles on everyone’s faces as they looked up to her. “Remember you can’t tell them anything about this, they won’t remember but you will.“ She opened with the first thing that came her mind. She looked to the companions who all nodded. “And I’m sorry about that… I’m sorry you have to carry on for so much longer without knowing how things will turn out.“ She looked to River and gave her a little smile, and then to her former selves who also nodded. She retuned her attention to the companions: “Just look after them in the meantime…“

“You know we will, we have.“ Clara said softly, speaking for all of them.

“God, I miss you all.“ The Doctor averted her eyes, looking down at her plate as tears threatened to well up in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, she couldn’t carry on, she was overcome with emotion.

“All the more important we enjoy our time together.“ Sandshoes stood placing his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.

“Yes, because this has been the best time, another wonderful story.“ Bowtie stood as well, raising his glass.

“I think this may have been the best one yet.“ Eyebrows stood as well and gave his future self a reassuring smile. “It really was quite something.“

“Merry Christmas, Doctor.“ Amy grinned and jumped to her feet, pulling Rory with her and within seconds everyone was on their feet toasting each other.

“Merry Christmas.“ The Doctor found River’s eyes across the table who gave her the softest most loving smile.

“This really is the happiest season of all.“

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[dreamaze]

wings i read all ur tags !!!! (lucky me being online rn hehe) and i could just agree with you a thousand times over 😭😭😭 like not to be a nerd but this whole thing does stem from the idea in theatre that really happened in the 19th century (male leads/romantic heroes becoming tenors nearly exclusively) and accommodating scores and it just swept over pop music a century later to this day. the idea that tenors > pleasant sound and baritones > bad sound is so ridiculous. (ok nerd time over) and the fact that i still have to wait for bts songs comfortable in tae's range (boy in luv not withstanding and even that pushes it) as well as in his solos is absolutely baffling. i love the way they all distribute lines among each other but it is unbelievable that the usual pattern goes jk's lines > tae's lines when they are not close in range. not to mention that while vmin songs are always sweet, they BOTH talked about how tough it is to sing together. even namjoon mentioned how the rappers have a hard time to adjust to the high vocal line keys (which weren't as high in earlier songs). like in general just let lower voices get their time to shine. very few groups do this (well) but it's 2k21 and we deserve those low notes and beautiful songs for that baritone range too !!!

Al, I went to school for ('classical') music (composition) so these nerd hours are ALWAYS OPEN. And I'm really glad to have someone to discuss it with because it's kinda been plaguing me ever since I started listening to BTS. (I don't listen to much pop music in general, so they were initially a pretty big anomaly for me.) I honestly hadn't thought about how the characterization of tenors as the romantic protagonists in theatre/opera vs. the side roles or antagonists being relegated to lower voice types has manifested in contemporary pop music, but it makes a lot of sense! The dichotomy is so outdated, and the only real bad sound is forcing singers way out of their natural range. (And I have a minor beef with how this also translates to pop singers not developing their chest range because everything is written higher, higher, but I will set that grievance aside for now because part of that is also a genre/style thing.)

this got long so here's a cut to spare everyone else --

I completely agree about the line distributions, and this comes back to the laziness, for lack of a better term, or flat-out indifference in the actual composing process. It should be natural forethought to accommodate your bari's range in the melodic material, rather than always force him to cycle through the same line rotation that the tenors are covering. There are obviously some exceptions in BTS songs (after they moved beyond those early stages of rough belting, which ?? hm, potentially unhealthy for different reasons if not trained properly). Like the ending of Sea is one of the most beautiful and gutting moments to me out of any of their songs. I will also throw out there, before I forget, that the deliberate choice to have Tae sing at the top of his register can be very effective. Specifically, I am thinking of his line 'Kill me softly' in the bridge of Blood Sweat & Tears. It is strained, particularly in that era of recording, but it works because it feels like a conscious choice that both reflects the text and heightens the drama of that moment. But for the most part ... again, it seems like the majority of his assignments are out of convenience to the tenors and to spare the composers the challenge (???) of writing something that is just a little different. And it's not like he would never share lines, because there is overlap between his range and a lower/mid tenor. I suppose the real frustration from me is that with a little bit of creativity and intentionality, this shouldn't be that difficult??

It broke my heart a little when he said that Friends was really challenging for him because I love vmin as a duo. I really wish it was easier for them. I get that the genre is a bit of a limiting factor here because the harmonizing is never going to be that complex. But their parallel octaves in Blue & Grey are SO BEAUTIFUL and showed to me at least that there are ways they can make it work. (Also side note, I think B&G is one of their strongest and most thoughtful instances of line rotation, bless u Tae.) And it's been a little while since I've listened to it, but their Fix You cover was also a fantastic example of how they can all (rap line included!) harmonize comfortably when the key is a little lower. (Rant topic for another time since I'm already rambling too much here: also, why such a hard division between vocal and rap lines?? Give them all good vocal training, it will help their voices grow whether they're singing or rapping! HOBI VOCAL LINE WHEN *ahem* anyway~~~) I love the tenors, I really do, but quite frankly they would benefit just as much from strengthening their lower ends. I think Jimin said parts of B&G were challenging for him because they were so low, but I once listened to his lowest phrase like 10 times in a row because I couldn't get over how striking it sounded. (probably wasn't even the whole phrase, it may have just been the pick-up at 3'02", that's how obsessed I was!! I had to stop myself from doing it again just now.)

I've been rambling a lot and should pipe down now, but I guess I will end with: please, composers, treat your baris more equitably! Also I can't wait for KTH1 because he is finally going to be able to shine in his element without making a tenor cry.

P.S. I am always here for more conversations like this (with anyone!), and to Al specifically, if you ever want to share some theatre recommendations with me, I'd be honored. ♡

#additional disclaimer: i am not a trained vocalist and only sang for a few years in uni choir #(with like a semester of vocal lessons thrown in there but that's only enough to lament how terrible you are) #but i -have- worked with a lot of vocalists and written a fair amount of (contemporary classical) vocal music #for solo duo choir etc #(and I'm just remembering that way back in the planning stages for my master's thesis--a 50min chamber opera-- #that my teacher encouraged me to write the male lead for tenor and nor bari like I wanted #because frankly there are just more tenors available to work with) #all the more reason to let your low vocalists shine!!!!! #p.p.s. i am so slow at answering stuff like this because it takes me a long time to organize and express my thoughts properly #but I do enjoy these conversations <3 #lovely people #asks #you know what i want a tag for this stuff too #music chat 🎵

[shireness-says]

You’re Always 16 Hours Ahead

Summary: Killian Jones never expected to hit it big, but the opportunity of a lifetime pulls him away from home and the woman he pines for. Can a friendship that just might be more survive a concert world tour?

(With wide eyes and faith

That life could never pull us apart if we were ok

But distance kills the best of intentions…)

(~2.6K. Rated T for language. Also on AO3)

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A/N: I’m so excited to share my contribution to the @csconcertseries! This is an idea I’ve had for a long time, and I’m excited to finally bring it to life. This is inspired by “Jet Lag” by Frank Turner, and also includes references to “Polaroid Picture,” “Get Better,” and “Plain Sailing Weather.” I’ve definitely been blasting his stuff all month long and dragging other people with me (looking at you, @thejollyroger-writer). Super thanks, as always, to @snidgetsafan for her beta talents. 

Without further ado: Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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POP PRINCESS ANNOUNCES WORLD TOUR

Great news, Fairy Fans: Wildly popular pop music star Tink is planning a world tour. The international exhibition will be undertaken to promote her latest album, “Neverland No More”. Tink will be joined on her tour by recent up-and-comer Killian Jones, who will serve as her opening act. Jones has captured the world’s ear with his recent hit single, “Green Eyes,” which continues to climb the pop charts. A full schedule of planned concerts can be found at…

  September 17th

Dear Emma,

I know it’s only been a few days, but I already miss you and Henry. Los Angeles is loud, and congested, and so much unlike Storybrooke that it scares me a little. But when that happens, I try to remember our bench on the docks, and it helps ground me. I’ve got a picture of us out there taped to the inside of my guitar case, just as a reminder that even if everything changes, I’ve always got something to come home to.

You didn’t think I was kidding when I said I’d write, did you? Mark my words, I intend to write you from every stop. To hell with blocking or setup or rehearsals or whatever, I’ll be sitting on an amp backstage writing you.

You must tell me everything, Swan - don’t you dare get skimpy with the details in your next email! I know it’s been less than a week, but I’m sure there’s something from the gossip mill. Has Liam secured a new Friday act yet? I’m sure he won’t find anyone nearly as talented (or handsome!) as yours truly, but I can’t imagine he and Robin are leaving that slot open in my honor. Tell me, how much do you think he’ll groan if I send back a signed world tour poster?

I’ve got to go - something about the lights. Such is the life of a rock star, isn’t it?

Your own personal celebrity (and best friend),

-Killian

September 19th

Liam - 

Brother, you’ve got to stop calling every few hours. I know you’re bored and your life is empty without me, but this is getting ridiculous. Half the road crew thinks you’re my father. Do you intend to run up your phone bill when the tour crosses the ocean? I love you, but please don’t go broke on my behalf. Now is the time to wean yourself off me.

All teasing aside, I do appreciate the calls, not to mention everything else. If you hadn’t insisted on making those demo tapes and forcing me to Boston and any venue or bar that would take me, I wouldn’t be here today. 

You’d have been so proud to see me - I must have been sweating gallons, but I got up on stage in front of that massive crowd and I did it, sang my pieces. The noise of all those people practically shakes your bones, Liam - and that wasn’t even half the noise that Tink elicited! I don’t know how she does it. I suppose I’ll find out, though, won’t I? After all, this is my big break, as long as I don’t screw it up too badly. 

I’m sure I’ll talk to you later - in the meantime, say hello to the lads for me.

-Killian.

P.S. Keep an eye on Emma and Henry for me, would you? I know you’ve already promised, but I worry. I owe you one, brother.

  October 2nd

Emma - 

Hello from Seattle! It is just as rainy as promised, and I’ve lost count of the coffee shops. Part of that might be the Starbucks, though. I swear, they’re like a plague, popping up all over the place. 

The tour is still going well. I might even get used to this tour bus life! I miss you all, of course - my love especially to Henry - but it’s exhilarating, getting up on stage every night in front of so many people. The crowds are huge, Swan, larger than I ever could have imagined. I know they’re mostly here for Tink, but there’s always applause and a handful of people singing along to my songs, and it’s the best kind of adrenaline. Leaves me with an itch in my fingers and a new song stuck in my head. I’ll work it out later. 

I’m so happy to hear that Henry is doing so well in kindergarten; he’s always been a little social butterfly. I’ll bet that he makes tons of friends; I’m glad he loves it so far. I’ll call soon, I promise. 

Yours, 

-Killian

  October 20th

Swan - 

Happy Birthday, darling! Technically, I’m mailing this a few days early, but I hope it’ll reach you just in time. I’m sorry to be missing the festivities this year - just know that I’ll be thinking of you all day, wishing I was there to celebrate with you. Keep an eye out for a package or two - and before you even try to protest that I don’t need to, they’re just little things, love. Stuff that made me think of you. Tokens of my affection, if you will. It’s your birthday, anyways - live a little! Let us spoil you for once.

Texas is… less than impressive. Large? Yes, in a way that feels almost performative. It’s missing some kind of charm, at least to me. Then again, I’ve never been much for cowboy hats; maybe that’s the real problem, here. Regardless, I’d gladly take the northeast fall colors any day. 

Make a good wish, alright? I hope the year to come is as wonderful as you are.

Yours,

-Killian

  November 26th

Dear Henry - 

Happy Thanksgiving! Did you have a good holiday? Did Granny make enough macaroni and cheese for you to eat your fill? I know that’s your favorite.

Thank you for watching the parade! I was really excited to be in it too. Sadly, the powers that be wouldn’t let me take home the Snoopy balloon for you, but I did manage to get a couple of handfuls of confetti for you. It should be inside this envelope. You would have loved it, Henry - the confetti was flying everywhere and I saw so many really cool floats up close and personal. We’ll maybe have to go together in a couple of years, aye? We’ll ask your mum.

Draw lots and lots of turkeys for me, little mate - I know you’re really good at that. And give your mum and Liam a great big hug for me!

Love,

-Killian

  CELEBRITY FILE EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH EVERYONE’S NEW FAVORITE HEARTTHROB - KILLIAN JONES

… In researching this piece, I heard over and over about how personal Jones’ lyrics were, how well they captured every feeling and variation of being in love. Every fan out there seems to feel like his words are written just for them, like a window into their soul. So when I finally met with the man himself, I couldn’t help but ask: Was there anyone who inspired such lyrical devotion? Some woman - or man! - in his own life who inspired such moving words?

“You know, the thing I’ve always liked in listening to music on my own is being able to recognize a little bit of myself in someone else’s words,” Jones told me in response to the question. “It always made me feel a little less alone - a little more connected to other people, I guess, to hear that they experienced or saw things the same way I do. It’s very rewarding to hear that people feel the same way about my music. I’m of the opinion that music should be a universal experience, and when I write, I write words that I hope other people can see a bit of themselves in.”

Something about that blush and the nervous scratch behind his ear that fans know so well tells me he’s holding out on us…

  December 11th

Dearest Swan - 

The holidays have crept right up on us, haven’t they? Do us both the favor of imagining me singing that sickly-sweet “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” nonsense, because it’s true. December 20th. Mark your calendar, and don’t blame me if I fall asleep on the car ride home from the airport. It’s all this travel, you see - takes it right out of you. You can’t blame a man for that, love.

(Also, please ignore that I’ll be flying in from Chicago. I still plan to claim jet lag. That one hour difference, love, it’s a real killer.)

Is there anything in particular that Henry especially wants this year? I’ve done my best to pick up things for you and Liam and everyone else, but I know the lad’s tastes change practically hour to hour, and he’s probably got a whole list stashed somewhere. I want to get him something he’ll really like instead of just wandering through the toy store in a panic, if at all possible.

Counting the hours until I see you again,

-Killian

  January 8th

Emma - 

I don’t even know where to start. How can I properly apologize for what happened at New Year’s? I struggle, because I can’t truthfully say that I regret it. I don’t think I’ve made it a secret all these years that I’m helplessly enthralled by you and everything you are. There are words - big words, three words - that rattle around in my heart every day, but I know you’re not willing to hear them yet. I’ll be here, love, whenever you’re ready.

I know you’re scared, Emma, but I’m begging you - just talk to me. We can forget all about this, if that’s what you want, but you’ve got to talk to me. Every day I don’t hear from you is just a little bit harder. I’ll follow your lead, whatever you say.

You’ll always be my best friend, Swan - no matter what else happens.

-Killian

  January 20th

I kissed her, Liam.

I’m sorry; that’s not much of a way to start a letter is it? How are you? Everything going well? 

But I’m sorry, I’ve got to talk about this and get it off my chest. Because I kissed her, Liam. Emma. I kissed Emma. And then it kind of… all went to shit. I guess that’s just like me, isn’t it? Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather, and I can turn it to stormy seas.

And I know where she’s coming from, really - I know better than almost anyone about how she’s been left behind too many times. As much as it hurts to have this sudden radio silence, I know she’s just trying to protect herself. But I love her, Liam. I’ve loved her forever. This isn’t just “distance makes the heart grow fonder,” or something stupid like that. I should have acted a long time ago. I should have done a thousand different things, but here we are.

If you have any ideas of how to fix this, please, let me know. I hope you’re having a happier new year than I so far.

-Killian

  February 2nd

Dear Emma - 

I can’t tell you how good it was to hear from you the other day. You may think that there’s nothing interesting about all the goings-on in the bar, but that particular kind of nothing is soothing. It’s like a little piece of home in every email. Besides, I know that the bar is never quite as boring as we always joked. And I’d welcome any word from you anyways, after how much I’ve missed you.

We’re in Paris right now. It’s gorgeous, truly - I’ll have to bring you and the lad back sometime. I know you’d call me a nerd, but I’ve been hitting museums - the Louvre, the Musee d’Orsay, the Rodin museum, etc. I made sure to do the Eiffel Tower too, just for you, even though the crowds were utterly terrible. Stuffed my face with pastries too, all on your behalf.

(Okay, you caught me, Swan - the pastries are for me too. The croissants, Swan! The bread! I surely won’t fit in my trousers if we’re here any longer, but I can’t regret it. I swear, I’d ship some back to you if I thought they’d survive the trip.)

We’ll have to schedule time for a call home soon - I find myself so often longing for your voice. I love your emails, but there’s something to a phone call that can’t be replaced. 

Yours,

-Killian

  March 11th

Dear Henry - 

Thank you for sending me that drawing! I love it. It’s taped to the inside of my guitar case now, where I can look at it every day. I especially like the yellow you used for your mum’s hair. You’ll have to thank her for scanning that for us on my behalf. That’s good form, you know.

I’m in Amsterdam right now. Your mum or Liam can show you where that is on a map; it’s in Western Europe. I went someplace I think you’d love today; it’s called Madurodam. It’s this entire miniature city, with little airplanes and zoo animals and everything. I had a lot of fun exploring it, and I think you would too.

A graduation, you say? From kindergarten? I wouldn’t miss it for the world, lad. I’ll be home, no matter what.

I miss you, Henry, and your mother too. It always brightens my day to see an email from you.

Sealed with a great big hug,

-Killian

  April 21st

Emma - 

London is rainy and cold. I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything different, but here I am, surprised all the same. It’s hard to convince myself to go do any of the tourist-y things when the weather is like this, so I’m stuck inside, writing to you. Not that that’s ever a hardship...

You’d hardly recognize me with this get-up I’ve found myself in for the show tonight - the heavy eyeliner especially. Gone are the days of some beat-up tee - though I think you might like the vest. Getting dressed feels like slipping into some other persona. I worry a lot of the time about whether I’ve changed beyond recognition, or if I’m still the same person you know. That’s the man I want to be, you know - someone you can be proud of, but somehow still that same poor bastard in the bar, just trying to write words that mean something. I hope I am. But you know how it goes - distance kills the best of intentions. 

I miss you terribly, Swan, and Henry too. Hell, even Liam. These letters are all that ground me some days, I fear. On the loneliest nights, I reread your emails and imagine you’re talking to me instead. It’s always just a too-brief daydream, unfortunately.

I’ve grown rather maudlin, haven’t I? That won’t do at all. I blame it on the rain. Here’s a happier note for us both: I’ll be home late next month. Perhaps I’ll have to make one of those paper chains Henry’s so fond of; if I do, I’ll include a picture with my next letter. 

Counting the days. Until then - 

Love, Killian

  May 17th

My Swan - 

By the time you get this, I’ll be home with you and the lad again, and hopefully have already told you in person everything I want to say now:

I love you, Emma. Every word of every song is for you. I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you, and no time or distance or groupie is ever going to change that. I’m yours, love, body and soul. And I have faith that life can never tear us apart as long as that’s true.

I’m coming home, love. And my home is you.

Yours (in every sense),

-Killian

  BREAKING NEWS: KILLIAN JONES’ SECRET LOVER?

Bad news for all the fangirls and Killy-Tink shippers out there: Bad boy popstar Killian Jones appears to be off the market. The singer, 27, was spotted locking lips with an unidentified blonde at the Storybrooke Memorial Gardens, just outside of Boston, where Jones calls home. Sources have long speculated that Jones has a secret girlfriend back home, and this just might be confirmation. Check back as this story continues to develop. StarWatchOnline remains YOUR #1 celebrity news site… 

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Tagging: @snowbellewells, @profdanglaisstuff, @kmomof4, @winterbaby89, @teamhook, @ohmightydevviepuu, @optomisticgirl, @spartanguard, @thisonesatellite, @let-it-raines, @scientificapricot, @searchingwardrobes

#cs ff #captain swan ff #cs concert series #Captain Swan #You're Always 16 Hours Ahead #epistolary fic #rockstar!Killian

[bookwormdeen]

Love 101 (Aşk 101) Theories and Connections

Hi! I am back again! This time I have theories. I was reading some theories about the TV show and guess what? I played Sherlock and investigated some of them. Follow me! 

I did a playlist to you listen while reads my crazy text.

--------------The playlist -------------  

I put there some 1990-2000′s songs + covers + songs from the show

I don’t know turkish songs, if you know share.

SOME FINDINGS AND OBSERVATIONS

1. Eda is the source of problems

Don’t judge me. Eda is a good person and character, I love her draws and attitude. I want to prove another thing here. Let’s focus in three big confusions that happened: the debate one (EP1), the broke up of their early friendship (EP3) and the laboratory fight (EP7). All of them had Eda involved in the first moment or as a catalyst that only made things worse. 

In the debate she messed with lights and threw a sticker in Kerem’s face. When Sinan panicked with Işık act, Eda said “We were not friends anyway” and she hurt Kerem’s feelings too. She burst and everyone went sideways. And she played with Burak, that later provoked that huge fight in the laboratory. 

“Troublemaker is you middle nameeeeee” - Olly Murs song. 

I think that Eda is a match to where is the fire. This can explain why she feels guilt of something. She was the center of another problem. 

Also, the older Eda feels sorry for what she became: what her parents wanted. She lost her attitude, angry and fire. Something happened to her prefer marriage and children. Remember when Sinan told her that she prefers someone making her decisions? This happened because she was running away of something, a problem that hurt her feelings. She ran away from who she was. Heavy.

2. Something surely happened to Sinan

Now don’t cry thinking he is dead. I will present some things to push that away. First: Love 101 is a comedy-romance. Meaning: they don’t go really deep into mind problems, they make it a trait (like eating disorder, depression, mania). So, Sinan did not commit suicide or died, because is too heavy to let the story proceed.

Second: Is love 101. How to love. How love create, ruin and heal. Is admiration, passion, entertainment.  If he dies the episode will be named after what: Lost, Hurt? I will not even come closer to it.

Third: Is a kid’s show (PG-13 rated). Do something big as a death will hurt the plot’s drama quality. And, suicide can’t be portrayed, so chill out kids. A thing that is possible is accidental death (Sinan, the guy that was hospitalized in the fight, Kemal or Burcu). 

Fourth: He is the narrator big love. Sinan appears a lot because Işık likes him the most and wanted to know him more deeply. Even if something really bad happens to him (STOP), we will not know now but very later in the show. She would crash with his death and she seems quite calm now, not crying or grief, just nervous to see them and not lose the house. She even sits in his bed, upstairs. So they were quite a romance. 

YES. I AM HOPEFUL. Stop saying that Sian dies because I will not take it. I will hate Netflix and the world.

Sinan is a good person reader. Is impressive actually. He hides his emotions but read it very well. He has scars. They eventually will come between him and Işık. Surely.  

If he is not dead, then what?

Something, maybe his grandfather’s death or university mixed with group fight and love problems will make him go away and never look back (that house for him is a sad place guys). Maybe he left without talking to anyone and Işık couldn’t contact him, but, for love, she stayed looking his house. Or maybe they were not a thing anymore (runs away).

Oh, and the prison choice (cringes). Seriously? He spend all his life alone and then, maybe, more 20 years alone? Unacceptable. 

People told me that his name appears in the prison scene but I really couldn’t see it. Does anyone have it? In my opinion, would be unfair make a person so lonely like this all his life. The show wants to end it with hapiness, how it would be possible after all this pain? If Sinan was in prison, no one visited him? that hurts.

The thing is, we will know what happened to him slowly because it is a result of what made the group went sideways and don’t talk for 20 years. What I mean: big huge separation situation --> Sinan leaves or dies.(no,no,no). 

So his abandoned house is a proof that something surely happened.

3. The show may have a format to keep interest

Cliffhanger = More seasons, more public. Smart move. The show is simple but want it to get attached emotionally and mentally. I learned with Sinan, yay.

The plot may go: (counting 8 episodes)

Take in count that the house is dangerous to stay in. So, they might take it to another place and see each other’s lives closer. This is excellent to the plot. I don’t think they will cry and hug in front of the door. 

We will also supose that is 5 people. 2 we already know.

1 --> More story, solve some mysteries (who is at the door); things get good at first moment (love and self acceptance); 

2 --> Things get bittersweet (love but parents and more problems). For me is by the end of the Ep 2 and on. 

3 --> (if only one more season, a forth person appears by S2E4, then a fifth by the end or S2E7). This person (for me not Sinan yet), will clarify somethings and contribute to the story with more details. Problems that start to hurt them. So, EP 5 - Ep7 will hurt.

4 --> Things get really bad; if they have a third season, we will not have the forth person, will end up just like S1E8 or, as I said, he will appear in the S2E7. 

If only a second season, EP 7 - EP8 the fifth person appears and they finish the story together, end.

Following all my theory it will go like this: Osman - Kerem or Sinan. I am not sure who will take up all the heavy stuff and end up being the last. For now they put this weight in Sinan and maybe is to play with us. 

4. What bound them, can destroy them

The thing is, they are a thigh fit as a group. Emotional and explosive. They lash at each other and have some friction along the way. Osman is more neutral. In the episode 3, where they cry and do crazy things after their fight, Osman is simply not there. He is simple, only said: You got what you wanted Sinan. Done. 

So, they can fall apart actually without big evens like death and murder. Somethings hurt deeper, like words, misunderstandings and separation. Their parents evil powers for example. I mean, in their first fight they were arguing about a test. Simple things + emotion = BOOM

5. Character development 

Here we go. Remember I said that Osman doesn’t have emotional outbursts? 

He goes on with his business and things. We see him crying with his father and being upset about his business fail but he always get over with using a plan. Unfortunately, his leadership will not keep the group bonded but he is the healing remedy, surely. I hope he open up more. Be more more emotional besides his carisma and soft friendship. He is a good boss, good son, good friend, bad student; what else more? He is such a good leader. Will he sacrifice himself for all them?

And, who is Kemal really? He is a sweetheart with an armor but what happened to him, besides being an ex-basketball player? Will his romance really last? The characters in the show are deep, they have personality. Kemal seems simple to me sometimes. His relationship with Sinan can develop and we can see more of his demons (besides his attitude) and story.

All they got better but we have a way to go. Kerem has to be less violent, Eda has to try being herself again; Işık has to be more mature because Sinan will need her a lot and if she can’t stand up her mother it can go really wrong. Sinan has to confront his parents more, get less lonely somehow. He is the only one that is slowly healing himself but nothing changed: he still lives alone, this still hurts. 

We will see they get much better, but, again, they end up not really good 20 years later. We will see a regression in so many points.

 6. They maybe can be students still

Words matter. A lot. Before the boarding Karakis (the principal) said that a friend of his would call the Minister and make that a majority board. Maybe he rushed it to grab the teens and the expulsion is not valid. Also, for me, Işık was only suspended. Why burn her uniform? (Her mother will kill her, I would too).

The scholar year in Turkey ends around June. Why expel them so close to the end? And, I think that are finishing the 2 year of High School, not the third. If not, they lose the hole Burcu-Kemal arc and their common place.

Maybe they can all move to a nearby school, even with bad records, and have another challenges. This is unlikely, even if I think that school conflicts got saturated. 

The other part of this theory is my home-made timeline. In 19th May, the would have an event that is important in Turkey (the red umbrella ones). They were close to finish the year and go to summer time (I want this really, would be fun).

7. No earthquake okay!

I saw some theories about it. Nobody will die in the 1998 and 1999 earthquakes. They were far away from Istanbul and the only one that got to the city were far away (geographically) from the school and Sinan’s house. I made a post about the locations, see here.

I received more of Burcu dying in a earthquake. In my CURIOSITIES post I said that Sinan was taking Işık home after being in Eda’s house. Eda lives in   Kadıköy in my opinion, so Burcu does too. This neighborhood is in the Asian side, while the earthquake affected the European side. Very far away. For me is kinda impossible to make this a bid thing. Why Burcu would be so far away from her house, the school that she teaches? Strange.

8. New challenges

Burak told Eda: You don’t get to play with people lives. Ouch. Is true. Not only him had his chance being the “villain”. We have...  The english teacher that likes Kemal; the professors; the parents being mad about the speech thing and even a few classmates (if they come back). 

Their parents seems to be in a contest of who is the worse, maybe not Osman’s father, that’s why I think that he is more calm and centered, despite being money drived. Society pressure (college, money, marriage) will get to them too.

9. The true always comes out

Well, well, well. When one makes a plan, in the movies and TV, they always confess it, but in Love 101, this moment is not entirely solved. Sinan told the group that now Kemal knows about the set up? Probably no. Eda finds Burcu’s behavior strange but it ends there. Oh-ohh. Ops.

 Maybe their teacher now will not stick out for them anymore. She was afraid of deciding their lives but they were deciding hers. If they come back to school and do something wrong again it will be worse. 

What if Karakis discover about Burcu’s bold move with the fire alarm? He is pissed more than never now. No laboratory; he didn’t get to humiliate the group. He will be worse than ever if they come back;.

10. Yes. 5 plates, cups and chairs. 

The camera angle wants to play but if you pause, you can see two times the same thing, inside and outside the house.

11. The guy in the farm is Osman. End.

Now, Sinan may be in prison or a successful person (the one that is eating). If you consider that the one that has his letter in the pocket is Osman again, Sinan is the only one that is hidden. He did not appear yet. Pick one and Kerem is the other.

If you have questions like me, see HERE.

Leave comments so I can investigate your theories, haha!

See my first edit here (Sinan x Isik). With HALSEY’S SONG, BE KIND.

XOXO. 

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[tylergparker]

{ malnati task #5 - you’ve got mail ( 1 of ? ) }

summary: unsent letters written “to Dylan” that are sort of kind of disguised diary entries. written over an extended course of time after Tyler moved to Chicago; dated accordingly. mild, just to be safe tw's: teen pregnancy, underlying hints of depression

Letter #1 : ( September 30th, 2014 - Tyler was 16 years old )

Dear Dylan,

Mom’s pitiful attempt at helping me deal with everything is having me see the school counselor at this new school in Chicago. Mrs. Dayton suggested that if I didn’t want to ‘formally journal’ that writing letters to people I have strong feelings to share with would also help me. You were always the easiest to talk to about anything, so here we are.

Being a child of Southern California is really not working out for me here in Chicago and I’ve only been here like two months. It’s so BUSY here, so LOUD, you know? The pizza’s weird, too, but if I said that out loud around people here I really would never make friends. San Diego was so chill, and I could go to the beach whenever I wanted. I miss it. I miss a lot about home.

I miss you. The other day I was going through a box - because of course I haven’t fully unpacked yet, I’m moving as slow as humanly possible so that maybe this mistake will erase itself or something - and I found that jewelry box you made me in wood shop. It was just a stupid jewelry box, but I cried for almost two hours.

I don’t know how to DO this, Dyl. I’m so far away from what’s familiar to me. I don’t have you to talk to anymore. I have to live with this weight of having a baby eight months ago and handing her off to strangers. I can’t talk to my parents. I don’t WANT to talk to my parents. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like a whole part of me is missing. I’m sixteen years old and I feel like an alien in my own skin. My body doesn’t even feel like a body anymore. It’s just this SHELL of something that used to have a heart and soul in it and now there’s just... There’s NOTHING, Dyl. There’s nothing.

What am I supposed to do with nothing?

Letter #2 : ( November 1st, 2014 - Tyler had just turned 17 )

Dear Dylan,

Yesterday my mom took me out to dinner after ballet. Dad didn’t come. He’s still pissed at me for not going to church since we moved here. I really didn’t want to do anything this year. Celebrating myself felt like something I really didn’t wanna be doing right now.

Do you remember last year? God, I was six months along then and so, so fucking emotional. We skipped school and slept in, you woke me up with blueberry pancakes and I cried. I cried over blueberry pancakes. And then threw up about forty seconds later. Pregnancy, right?

You got rid of the pancakes and cleaned me up and let me cry on you for twenty minutes before I finally got it out of my system. And I remember specifically, that you said, “sweet sixteen is overrated anyway.” I went from crying to laughing so fast, I didn’t even know what hit me. But that was the kind of thing you were good at. You could always make me smile. Even when my mom had ruined my mood after ballet class. Even when I’d done poorly on a test and was belittling myself for it. Even when I was pmsing and having a fit over what I looked like and how I wasn’t pretty enough to date you (which lets for a second acknowledge the stupidity of THAT). You were always the sun for me, you brightened up everything, Dyl.

I could really use some sunshine in my life right now.

Letter #3 : ( December 11th, 2014 - Tyler’s 17; right before winter break )

Dear Dylan,

Christmas is crap. It’s absolute crap. The fight between the church and fucking capitalism is exhausting. The stupidly optimistic music is garbage. The bright decorations are overwhelming. And the feeling of fucking overwhelming sadness this year is unbelievably painful. It’s her first Christmas, Dyl. And I know you probably think that I don’t think about her, but I do. I know that you probably think I blocked her out of my mind as soon as I handed her to her parents, but I didn’t, I COULDN’T. 

I carried that child inside my body for nine months, feeling everything. I endured twenty hours of excruciating labor to bring her into the world to then hold her for all of ten minutes before never seeing her again. Why is it so easy for you all to act like that’s something I could just FORGET? Like she’s not something that I wonder or worry about. Like she’s not my DAUGHTER, out there in the world somewhere, never knowing who I am or that even though I don’t know her, I’m always going to love her. Why can’t ANY of you understand that?

There’s nothing about this season that makes me happy. There’s no song or movie or gift or fucking MIRACLE that could make me happy right now. I feel hollowed out. I feel like I can’t even fucking feel ANYTHING.

I just keep wondering what she looks like. I just keep trying to stop wondering. I want to know what her parents are getting for her. I want to know what her personality is like. I want to know if she’s walking, I want to know if she’s excited about wrapping paper like babies get, I want to know what stupidly adorable Christmas dress they’re putting her in, I want to know what their plans are for her birthday next month, I want to know what her laugh sounds like. And more than anything, I want to stop thinking about it all.

Letter #4 : ( January 19th, 2015 - Sophia’s First Birthday )

Dear Dylan,

I couldn’t sleep last night. By the time my alarm was going off this morning, I think I’d already been crying for a half hour. Mom asked me why my eyes were puffy. I told her it was probably allergies.

Ballet’s not the same anymore. I SUCK at ballet now - my body can’t DO what it used to. I can’t MOVE like I could before. My body is DIFFERENT and I can’t get away from the why. I didn’t go to class today. Mom dropped me off at the studio but I felt too sick to go inside. I went to the Dunkin Donuts the next block over and there was a girl named Sophie working. I threw up twice in their bathroom.

What are you supposed to do when your life feels like this? When you feel both emotionally and physically sick all the time? When you don’t have anyone on your side to understand you or to help you?

Mrs. Dayton told me there’s books for grieving mothers. Like a fucking book is going to take away this fucking hole in my chest, this fucking choke-hold around my throat, this fucking churning in my stomach.

I wish I had listened to you, Dyl. I think that’s what I realize now. I’m not sure, but I think whatever we could’ve done together would’ve been better than this, would’ve FELT better than this.

And she’d be with me.

Letter #5 : ( June 21st, 2015 - Summer after Tyler’s Junior Year )

Dear Dylan,

It’s been a while. I didn’t really want to do these in the first place, so I think I gave it up after that last one and what getting that all out on paper did to me. But I met a boy at the library today, and he told me he thought I was gorgeous and for the whole minute and thirty seconds I actually interacted with him, all I could think of was you.

It’s been over a year now since you broke up with me, can you believe that? That ran through my mind for a moment. Then the reason we broke up did. But then everything before that came back real fast, too. Everything that was good. Like how you introduced me to the music that’s now my favorite. Like how your arms felt around my shoulders when you hugged me because of how much taller than me you are. Like how you helped your mom so much because you were just GOOD, not a bad thing about you.

I understand why you left me. I do get it. I get that it was hard. I understand that it was hard to see that we were just too young, too naive, too unprepared to raise a baby. I understand that you loved me so fucking much that you thought that that was enough to make it through anything. I understand how I felt about you, too, but that I was fucking terrified.

If it’s any consolation, that terror got traded in for guilt. It got traded in for feeling like a terrible person everyday, for feeling like I don’t know myself anymore. I’ve made so many changes to the person that I am. And while I feel more true to myself than I have in a long time, I also feel confused. I also feel conflicted. Everything is harder now, missing you, thinking about what could’ve been.

I think I was wrong before, when I said that I wish I had listened to you. It kills me to say so, but I think I was wrong. We weren’t ready to be parents, Dyl. And I struggle everyday with the fact that I have a child out there that’s mine but also NOT mine, but... We weren’t ready. Maybe you’ll see that one day, maybe you won’t.

I won’t know either way, right?

Letter #6 - ( September 20th, 2015 - Early on in Tyler’s Senior Year )

Dear Dylan,

Mrs. Dayton transferred to another school, so obviously I won’t be seeing her anymore. I don’t really like the new guy; he’s got your name, and that makes the whole thing weird.

You know what else is weird? That I’m a senior now. I’m a senior in high school, and you’re graduated, and we’re so far apart both literally and figuratively that it blows my mind.

Another weird thing: I think I’ve finally come to terms with things. Now, not everything. But THINGS. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my life as it stands - struggling with ballet but unable to give it up because of my mom, having little to no remaining relationship with my dad, talking to all of four people on a regular basis at school, wishing that things would get better but knowing that they just won’t - is just the way that things are going to go from here on out. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I have to remain a certain level of numb, a certain level of guarded, because of that. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I loved you and you broke my heart, but I also broke my own heart, too. I’ve come to terms with the fact that there’s probably no way of fixing that, I’ve just gotta live with it.

But most of all, I’ve come to terms with the fact that the choices I made at fifteen and sixteen about our baby, those were the right choices. I don’t have to be happy with them. I don’t have to enjoy them. I don’t have to feel relieved or proud of them. I’m allowed to hurt, I’m allowed to feel what I feel, think what I think, wonder what I wonder. Letting that little girl have a life that we wouldn’t have been able to give her was the right thing to do. No matter how much that may hurt. In fact, I think that’s part of WHY it hurts.

I’m not gonna write you anymore. Because I think I’ve also come to terms with the fact that whether these letters to you are REALLY to you or not, they’re not helping. They’re hurting more than they’re helping. And I’ve done enough things to hurt myself without intention, I should probably stop doing it intentionally, too.

I still hope you’re doing okay. Love you always.

#malnatitasks #tyler. | letters #so i can find them easily and be very sad later

[marvelmymarvel]

Old Memories, Same Crush

Part 3/3

George Luz x Medic!Reader

????? x Medic!Reader

Synopsis: You knew George Luz from Rhode Island where you both went to high school. You had a major crush on him, but being the nerd and him being the class clown made it seem impossible. You got over your crush once you joined the Airborne, but then you run into him again. Something blooms.

Warnings: Fighting. PTSD. This won't be too bad (Said no one ever)

A/n: This is it... The moment you’ve all been waiting for. (Or is it....) This may be part one of a multi-part series. Aka following this story through more of the war but under different titles. We shall see, but for now, this is the finale of Old Memories, Same Crush.

Song: Writing’s on the Wall by Sam Smith (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5wlpOhuhnE) If you listen to the song, you’ll feel it. Trust me.

Story 1: Old Memories, Same Crush (1, 2, 3)

Story 2: Tomorrow Is Another Day (1, 2, 3)

Story 3: TBD

1 Year, 7 Months and 3 Days Later

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

“God damn this weather” you snarled as you tended to the man below you, Gene and Ron. The cold seemed to numb your feelings as well as your fingers and you looked up anxiously as you heard footsteps approaching. In a split second, you grabbed the handgun attached to Ron’s hip beside you and pointed it at the man. “Freund oder Feind ?!” (Friend or Foe?!) you hollered out as the gun shook in your fingers. 

The constant shelling had started to get to you yet you stayed fixed in case it was one of your own, but once you saw the man appear under the moonlight, you wished you shot him. Scoffing, you slammed the handgun back into Speir’s hands as you continued to tend to the wounded man below you. “Do any of you need help-”

“Nope. So you can leave” you snarled out as you finally got the bullet out of the man's thigh, luckily, it didn't hit any major arteries so you just had to wrap him up, but Eugene had different ideas. “Hey, Luz... How about you take Y/n back to base, me and Speirs got this guy...” Your head lifted and you glared angrily at Eugene for his idiocracy. He knew what happened a year and a half ago. He knew how well it went. Eugene gave you a tight-lipped smile before pushing you up, you turned your solid stare towards the man in front of you and rolled your eyes before pushing past. He not only broke your heart that day.

But he also shattered your dreams.

May 19th, 1943; Aldbourne, England: 20 Years Old

“Y/n?” He whispered out shakily as you stepped back with a big smile, hoping he would love you even more now that he knew who you were...

But his frown told another story.

“You lied to me” he snapped out angrily causing you to freeze in fear. He had never raised his voice towards you like this, so it was certainly body numbing. “I didn’t... There's a reason-”

“And I don't wanna fucking hear it” he snarled out as he pushed past you. Normally, you would let it go and move on, but not now and definitely not with him. Spinning on your heels, you stormed after him “George Luz. You listen to me” you growled out as you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks with a jolt. He spun around and glared down at you angrily.

“You know I fixed that book for you?! Protected you!? Did things I’d never do for you?! And all I asked was for you to be honest and tell me if you were the girl I fell in love with! You weren’t, you were never honest with me. The men were right...You are nothing but easy and predictible” he scoffed out as he looked you up and down judgmentally making you feel so small. “I didn't think you would love me...” You whimpered out softly, fighting back the tears the threatened to fall. “Loved.” he snapped out before ripping open his bag and grabbing a book.

The book.

“I loved you Y/n... But not anymore” he stated as he firmly shoved the book into your hands. The tape job on the cover was rough, but it showed that he cared. He began to walk away and it was only after you looked at the two main characters that you snapped out of it. ‘Don't be Scarlet O’Hara, Don't let your Rhett Butler flee’.

“Wait... WAIT LUZ WAIT!” you stated as you took after him once more, grabbing his arm, he dragged you a couple feet before stopping angrily once more. “Please... You’re my Rhett, George... I can’t live without you” you pleaded with tears running down your red cheeks. He ripped his arm away from you and this time, you didn't reach for it. 

“Frankly Dear, I don't give a damn” he whispered harshly before turning and taking off once more. The words that Rhett had told Scarlet, hurt you every time you read ‘Gone with the Wind’...

But hearing it was another feeling you wished you could never feel again.

You wrapped your arm around your waist as you let your sobs come out finally. So this was how Scarlett felt... Alone and scared. Shaking your head, you turned back around and saw Speirs staring at you, softness and understanding was evident in his eyes, but you had no idea why.

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

It was silent as you two walked. You weren't complaining, considering you heard nothing but screams for a medic and/or the shells exploding with the trees all day every day. The silence was peaceful. 

But this walk was anything but peaceful.

You never forgave George for breaking your heart like that and George couldn't forgive you for lying, so you both silently agreed to not talk. For a whole year and 7 months, it was fine. A flare went up and you watched it as it illuminated the sky above you two, hearing some gunshots in the distance you knew you were getting close to the base. You didn't understand why Eugene wanted you two to talk, it wasn't like you two were lovers or ever going to be lovers. You lied to him and he broke your heart. 

The silence was better. 

“We gonna talk or just stay silent?” His sudden voice made the hairs stand on end as it came out of know where. But you didn't answer, instead walked faster to get back to base as fast as you possibly could. Minutes passed before he spoke up again, but this time it was different.

“Do you remember that night? The night of the film?” he stated causing your eyebrows to crinkle as you stopped in your spot. Turning to him, you looked at him in confusion. “Gone with the Wind?” you asked as if there was any other film you two had gone to. He nodded before leaning against a tree that was nearby. “December 21st... 5 years ago today. That's the date of the film, and its the day that I knew I had fallen in love with you... The girl I got suspended for.” 

Your cheeks heated up in the cold air and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. Your hand subconsciously rubbed your bag where the book was, the book he fixed. “Loved” you corrected shakily “You loved me... Please keep it past tense” you muttered finally before turning and walking away. You heard his quick pace behind you before he grabbed your wrist, whipping you around and pinning you to a tree. “You lied to me...” he stated firmly as his cold fingers touched your cheeks, his eyes were bright in the moonlight and for a second you didn't register his words. Rolling your eyes, you tried to shove him away, angry that he had brought up your one little mistake.

But he didn't budge.

“I lied too” he stated once more as his fingers went to your braids. “Which part” you scoffed, thinking that he never loved you and it was all a big lie for his ego... His eyes flicked to yours.

“That I stopped” 

Your heart stopped and your lips began to tremble a little, both from the cold and from his words. “Frankly, I don't think you could do anything that would make me not love you...”

“Then why ignore me?! Why stay silent for a whole year and a half?!” you argued back as you shoved him away. He finally flew away from you, giving you space to pace. “Because... Because I thought silence would be better... I thought you deserved better. But now I see you with Speirs and it gets me all riled up-”

Your scoff made him angry but he stopped mid-sentence none the less. “You got over me, I never got over you Y/n”

“YOU TOLD ME YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME GEORGE!! THIS IS NOT GONE WITH THE WIND” You screamed into the night air causing a few birds to fly away overhead. “Y/n” he started quietly which seemed to calm you down for the minute after your angry outburst. “You are my Scarlet... And I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands” he quoted as he stalked towards you. You knew what he meant, you were never free for him as you were always under some man's arm. “Let's be different than Rhett and Scarlet... I want you to be my one and only. I knew that from day one Y/n when I saw your bright eyes as you watched that film...” 

His hands touched your skin once more and you finally melted into it. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back after a couple of seconds but once he pushed you to the tree, your memories came back. George’s hand trailed up your waist and it felt like Sobels, you tried reassuring yourself that it was George but the fear still froze you. “I know you want me too” he whispered into your ear sweetly, it was supposed to be comforting and reassuring that he too wanted this, but it did the opposite. He kissed your throat and once his hand cupped your breast you let out a sob. He jumped back quickly, afraid that he had done something wrong, but once he saw the tears he realized what he did.

“I’m sorry” he whispered out as he tried to cup your cheek with his hand but you flinched away in instinct. He dropped his hand and stepped back, ashamed for being so selfish. “I didn't mean to... I-I just wanted you to feel loved and safe... I-I-I completely forgot and I’m so sorry.” he whimpered out before taking off towards the base. Leaving you in the cold.

Once more.

December 21st, 1939; Boston, Massachusets: 16 Years Old

The movie ended 4 hours later and the cold snowy air outside was welcoming considering the theater was hotter than hell itself. Pulling out your gloves from your purse, you pulled them down your freezing fingers before taking off towards the bus stop for your trip back home. A hand grabbed your arm, causing you to yelp and prepare for action, but the face calmed you instantly. Giggling you slammed your fist playfully into George’s arm, “You scared the crud out of me” you teased as you hopped on your toes, trying to warm up. He smiled at you softly, trying to capture how you looked at this moment in his brain. Your rosy cheeks made you look beautiful as the snowflakes seemed to form an ice crown on top of your hair. “Do you want a ride back home? I brought my car.” He finally stated before shoving his frozen hands in his pockets. He wanted an excuse to talk to you, but you took it as a bit creepy.

“Um... My father really wouldn’t like that, but thank you anyway.” You stated sweetly before spotting the bus down the street. “Shoot! I gotta go before it leaves! It was nice meeting you George!” you called out before taking off. “Wait! I didn't get your name!!!” He hollered out but you couldn’t hear him as you climbed on to the bus. He was going to figure out who you were, he thought as the bus took off down the street.

He’d find you again.

“My Scarlett”

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

“You gotta be more careful with my gun babydoll” The voice made a smile rise to your lips as you looked from your spot in the foxhole up towards your ‘dark knight’. Ronald Speirs had been your off-again-on-again beau ever since the night that George shattered your heart. He had taken you for a drink, not liking the look of sadness on your sweet face. One thing led to another and well...

He was the only one you felt safe with when it came to things like that... He took it slow, simple and easy. Never pushing and always making sure you were okay, your mother would approve. But no one else did. Which is why you hid the relationship.

He dropped down and cupped your cheek before kissing you softly. The taste of George still lingered and guilt exploded in your stomach. You shouldn't have kissed back, you just didn't know what to do. “He kissed me” you started as you pulled back, guilt evident in your eyes as you stared up at the man who never once did you wrong. Ron pursed his lips but nodded “you kissed back didn't you?” he muttered out and you recoiled back in fear of being punished. He never once laid a hand on you, but angry men scared you none the less. 

“I didn’t know what to do Ron” you cried out softly as tears began to flow down your face once more, you didn't know how else to show your guilt, but this spoke volumes to the man next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you to sit next to him, your legs went across his lap as he cradled you into him like a child. “Hey hey hey, its okay baby... I’m not mad... I could never be mad” he whispered into your ear as one hand ran through your braids, breaking them apart and out of their band. He knew of your fears, which was why he was gentler around you. He never yelled at you and even went so far as to not yell around you, knowing full well how it affected you. 

How it all affected you.

He let you cry it out but he knew full well that he wasn't going to let you go yet. Not even if George Luz himself ripped you away from him. He would fight for you. Fight for your heart. Fight for your love. You were his. Old memories couldn’t haunt you anymore. That same crush was there, but he would win you over.

For he loved you more.

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