#it has like one or two lines with innuendos but other than that i dont think a single child would dislike that song

[haunted-plush]

Apparently Barbie Girl?? Is not appropriate for children??

#it has like one or two lines with innuendos but other than that i dont think a single child would dislike that song #it would think it was like. great for kids #but what do i know i guess #not like *im* a dad or anything... away from the playlist it goes #sigh... #garf haunts your dash

[golbrocklovely]

I know you like her but just give me this, if they WERE “flirty like that” wouldn’t we be seeing the same thing coming from Colby? Looks like hes not like that with her at all UNLESS hes face shit drunk. In which case hes like that with everyone. He acts nowhere near the same with her as he does with Amber you can not say he does, he’s goofy with Stas and i have never heard him make an innuendo around her sober but with Amber and even Shea he had no problem doing so.

Yes it is their problem to figure out my thing is that i notice no matter how many asks about it you get you are hard set on “no its not happening because I dont see it”, thats why you keep getting so many asks about the same thing, because you dismiss it. Notice how the Shea asks stopped once you and other blogs noticed what she was up to? And this isnt about having to agree with everything but if you are going to continue making comments like “i never saw it” “this never happened” then of course you’re going to get people who come back with “HOW did you not see it??? Its right there”. Not bashing you just saying thats why people keep pointing out more stuff on her and you keep denying and going around it its not like theyre pointing out so you in particular do something about it, they are venting and adding to what they see because you keep saying you dont see it. And yes posting the same thing after someone does it all the time is weird.

Its all her twitter and tagged on ig btw

full honesty, i kinda regret telling yall that i like her. bc while i tolerate her, i'm not a huge fan of her. the only reason it seems like i "like" her more on here than i actually do is bc if i don't defend her, then this would end up being a free for all to shit on her. at least sometimes. not saying that's what you're doing, just saying some of the asks i've gotten in the past aren't the nicest towards her lol

look, i can agree that her relationship with colby isn't the same as him with any other girl, apart from maybe shea. i don't pretend to not see what yall are pointing out. i can see that sometimes she does things that seem to be egging on the fans, or the shippers. i don't deny that. i think her and shea are similar in that way, somewhat. shea just went way over the line, imo.

but a lot of the stuff yall see, i honest to god don't. and i don't mean that as me pretending not to see it, i mean you guys will say "look at the comments she's made, look at the comments she's liked, look at what she's liked on twitter/insta". i've gone thru her twitter likes multiple times, and every time, i don't see anything outright related to her and colby. i saw one thing today, that was technically from a month or two ago. but if she's liked all this stuff, then she must unlike it by the time i go to look, bc legitimately i don't physically see it.

my main issue is that some of you guys make it seem as if there is some deep motive behind every. single. thing. she. posts. whether it's her posting a tweet, liking one, liking a comment, posting a tiktok, posting a insta pic, a story, a snapchat, whatever, yall immediately make it seem like there is something deeper going on when in reality she's probably just posting bc she wanted to, and that's it. it's probably as simple as that. there isn't some master plan behind every move she makes so that eventually everyone in the fandom will be shipping her and colby. at least i don't believe there is. and if you do, cool. that's great. we're just not in the same boat and that's fine.

the only reason i argue back with some of these asks is bc, again, the motive aspect. some of you guys have a picture in your heads of what she's doing and you're expecting me to be on the same page, when i'm not. which is why i disagree. has she done some questionable things? sure. i can agree to that. has she done some things that egg on shippers? again, i can agree to that.

but if it was a problem with colby, it's up to him to solve it. bc in the end all we're doing is speculating anyway. we don't know the whole picture. neither one of us are 100% right. that's all i'm getting at.

(none of this is directed at you specifically, just the general anons that come thru, so you know)

#ask #personal #stas

[lilyharvord]

Is Red School good?

I have a lot of thoughts in regards to Red School, the further removed I am from it (that is the longer its been since I read both parts) the more I loath it. There's just a lot wrong with it and I guess since I've come so far and I've digested both parts after a year it's time to make a list of all the reason I hate that thing.

1. We'll start with the cover.... I should have known this whole thing was going to be C-/D+ at best with those cover. I know people who only have a year of photoshop experience who could have done a better job. You couldn't have paid me to buy that hard cover or a physical copy of that thing.

2. The art is.... subpar. Sometimes the characters looked good, most of the time they did not. I told someone that Maven's face literally said "🔻" on every page and that he looked like a knock off version of Severus Snape 🤢. His eyes too? Are you serious? And the reason for why they didn't give him blue eyes is such a fucking joke. The artist had one job, literally one job. AND CAL, my son... my darling boy, on the week of his birth was done so goddman dirty. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK VICTORIA. There were NEGATIVE things attractive about him. I dont even wanna talk about the bare chested fight scene with a 14 year old. I dont wanna talk about it. I dont wanna talk about that (BUT IT IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THE POINTS ON THIS LIST). MAVEN WASN'T EVEN ATTRACTIVE. And dont get me started on Malibu Barbie Mare Barrow (I will say, at least she has "brown" skin 🙄 we love the bare minimum being done). Every girl in the story looked the same, except for the minor characters in Skool...which is maybe a problem but I haven't read A Skool of Gud and Evile so I dont know those characters. I felt bad for them too tho. The ONLY character who looked good (as she deserves) was Evangeline. My Queen looked like an absolute fucking badass, but that's it (even though she in on way shape or form looked asian in descent but that is a battle for another day 😒). the Skol characters seemed to fair better than the RQ ones on every page and I was just tired by the end.

3. The story is... meh. It's fine. It's entertaining. I get that it's supposed to just be "fun" or whatever. But it's so strange. And i know people are gonna be like "Oh but Lily, it's a cross over! It's meant to just be a giggle, and entertain us"... and that I say to you: I KNOW FANFIC AUTHORS WHO COULD HAVE COME UP WITH A MORE BELIEVABLE REASON FOR HOW THOSE CHARACTERS GOT THERE AND A MORE BELIEVABLE STORY LINE. Also... like... what is the time line??? Cause if you read Reed Skool, the ending makes 0 sense in the context of Red Queen. And I get that is was probably hard to mash those two worlds together and come up with a believable plot... but are you serious? Two New York Times Best Selling authors? And they decided on Zombies? Zombies? For real? My god they could have done better.

4. The characters... are just off. There is something off. I dont know if it was because all I had been doing for over 2 years since broken throne was writing and reading fanfic but man... there was just something off. Maven was not charming (period) he was sullen and sort of... I dont know already tipping toward whatever he was in glass sword? At least he was interesting in RQ, in this he was like a cardboard cutout. Mare had 0 personality. Her main personality trait was staring out windows dramatically and making innuendo comments (there is literally a bit of dialogue where she tells maven "at least we're not eating each other" with like a suggestive smile in reference to her, Cal and Maven. i threw up in my mouth). And Cal... oh lord I dont have the strength. For a moment, I actually believed the people who called him a brick wall with no personality in RQ because he had NEGATIVE personality in this thing. WHERE WERE THE PUNS? WHERE WAS THE PINING AFTER MARE?? He spends the whole time... like not saying anything important at all. I couldn't tell you one line of dialogue that he said. He doesn't even really talk to mare and they're in like 50 panels together. Maven doesn't even really have a conversation with Mare? and he's in even more panels with her. HE SPENDS MORE TIME FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THAT BLONDE CHICK FROM ASOGAE. I swear to god, if that thing hadn't been a PDF on my phone I would have thrown it across the room.

5. There is literally an entire 2 pages wasted on this stupid moment where Cal and whoever that guy is from Skol of Gud and Evile where they take their shirts off and have a fucking wrestling match in the middle of a ballroom in front of 100s of people... I... I had no words. I think I actually cringed and made an ugly face about it. The boy is 14 in the book, I googled it. Why the fuck is Cal a (21 year old) fighting bare chested with a 14 year old who looks like he's 30? Man I dont know, but I cannot believe Victoria green lighted that. Greenlighted a level headed military strategist who is a GROWN MAN having a dick measuring match with a 14 year old like it's middle school. And dont get my started on how they drew Cal in that scene. Annie has posted that panel on here and I actually can't look at it. I...I was so upset. I was upset on behalf of Mare and the entire fandom.

6. There is a fucking joke where this skinny dude can turn into a buff werewolf and then when he changes back he's butt naked in front of everyone. Like... was that supposed to be funny? Was I supposed to laugh there? Oh shit, my bad. 😒 Why was that in there? What was the point of that?

7. The "twist" is just... for real Victoria? You who championed the whole; SUPRISE GUESS WHO THE BAD BUY IS twist and you went with what you did. I was so disappointed. And again, it makes 0 sense in the context of RQ.

8. This is personal to me but Mare and whoever the main girl is in Skool definitely should have been Bi for each other and that's on that. They had more chemistry than Mare had with Cal or Maven.

Reed Skol was clearly a cash grab... or an attention grab. A means of keeping both fandoms on the hook while RQ rode the coattails of ASoGaE since it was already announced it was getting a TV series. It was a very poor grab too. There were 100s of better ways this could have been done. 100s of better ways Victoria could have kept our attention. They could have done a RQ graphic novel set like Sabaa Tahir is doing for an Ember in the Ashes that details Prequel-esq type stories. We could have had a set of those stories that were Red School's length in graphic novel format: One story about Mare and Kilorn in the Stilts or Mare and Shade with Kilorn in the Stilts. A story about Farley and her sister in the Lakelands. A story about Iris in the Lakelands. A story about Maven and Thomas where we learn what happened at the front with them. A story about all the young Silvers in the Palace were we would see all their interactions when they were younger. We could have just gotten a fucking RQ graphic novel in general. I would have dropped 60+ dollars on a hardcover graphic novel version of RQ. Instead we got whatever the hell Reed Skol was supposed to be. It honestly pissed me off, and I'm glad I didn't spend a single penny on it. Would have been a waste of money. Glad I didn't buy that special package with the interview with the authors either... Victoria would have faced my wrath over both Broken Throne and Reed Skol if I had.

#(*ask lily*) #(*shut up lily*) #listen #I dont wanna complain about this thing too miuch #but it actually took my knees out #like shot me from behind #red school #I would support the author if he hadn't dont such a sucky patch work job #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken thone #post broken throne #poor mare #she literally fared so poorly in this thing #so did ALL the RQ characters #I mean #it was trash #]😒 #and it wasn't even good trash

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Severen

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first met Severen at the sleazy bar you called your place of employment. You were serving a booth their drinks when he and the others made their entrance. And oh what an entrance it was.

- As per usual, Severen started to make chaos the moment he walked in, talking/laughing loudly and nearly getting himself into a fight. You really didn’t want to go over and serve him but you were the only there besides one other bartender and the man was conveniently MIA.

- So you swallowed down your feelings of dread and maneuvered yourself behind the bar.

- The rowdy man straightened himself out upon your arrival, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face as he focused his sights on you.

“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing.”

- Against your better judgement, a small smile spread across your face. He was much more handsome up close, and when he was behaving himself properly.

- There was an undeniable attraction growing between the two of you, especially on his part. He acted the same as he always did with women but there was something different about you, something special.

- Lets make things clear, none of these vamps know how to do things conventionally, especially not Severen. You don’t have a romantic start to your relationship, you have a frightening one.

- Shit hit the fan not long after you poured the unusual patron a drink. Like a rational person, you plastered yourself against the wall and watched with wide eyes as him and the others dealt with the other occupants of the bar.

- Once they were finished, Severen hopped down on your side of the bar, throwing his arm around your shoulders and calling you cute.

“I think we should keep her.” He grinned, twirling a piece of your hair between his bloodied fingers.

- You were obviously afraid; as one should be, but a part of you was weirdly accepting of the situation. It was as though what you’d experienced was so unreal that your mind decided to rationalize it as though it were normal.

- So when Severen began to lead you out of the bar with them, throwing a pointed look at his companions as they opened their mouths to argue, you just let him. And when he pulled you into the rv with them, talking your ear off and blatantly flirting; you let him do that too.

- Don’t blame yourself too much for your questionable decisions, you’ll find out soon enough that the two of you are mates.

- Since your new friends burnt down the bar, anyone who was aware of your existence thought you were dead which made things particularly easy for Severen.

- For better or for worse, the two of you grew close very quickly and soon enough he decided to shoot his shot. He announced that he would “watch you” as everyone went out in search of a meal.

- While the two of you were walking, he began to ramble on about how you made a good team and how it “only made sense” for the two of you to get together.

“So what do you say?” He grinned at you cockily.

- He kisses you for the first time once you agree, letting out a “well come here then” before he swiftly pulls you in and lays one on you.

- And thus, the chaotic vampire found his one true love.

- Pda? I mean you aren’t in public all that much but he’s constantly hanging all over you so I suppose that’s pretty much the same thing.

- Whenever you are in public, he’s making sure everyone knows that you’re together by keeping his hands on you at all times. He’s very proud of his girl.

- Bear hugs. He’s constantly pulling you in and wrapping his arms tightly around you. He’s going to squeeze the life out of you one day; you’re sure of it.

- Hugs from behind. They’re mainly an excuse for him to grind against your backside.

- Dancing together.

- Holding hands.

- Sooo many pet names; sometimes you’re sure that he’s forgotten your real name. You aren’t complaining though, it makes everytime he calls you your real name even more special/ powerful.

- Affectionate name calling. He can’t explain why he enjoys having you call him an asshole but you should know that he does.

- He likes picking you up, typically by your clothing before he decides that he wants to hold you close.

- Bloody kisses. You better get used to the taste.

- Be wary when he tries to flatter you, especially in excess. He typically has an ulterior motive when he starts to bombard you with compliments.

- He’s constantly teasing you. There is never a time when he isn’t poking fun and trying to get a reaction out of you.

- He’s an annoying ass yet sweet at the same time. He gives off crackhead older brother vibes most of the time. He can mess with you but is ready to tear someone a new one if they try doing the same.

- Witnessing him kick a door down then slide out of the way and hold it open for you with this innocent little doting boyfriend smile. It’s kind of amusing to see how quickly his attitude shifts when you’re involved.

- He’s constantly stealing things for you. You learn not to ask where he gets them from since it’s either a store or someone who’s no longer breathing.

- Causing chaos together. Want to steal a car? Want to start a fire? Want to go completely ape shit? He’s got an anarchist mind and he’s ready for a partner in crime; literally.

- He’s always trying to make you laugh. It isn’t hard for him which never fails to give him an ego boost. He boasts about how you find him hilarious to the others both when you and when you aren’t around.

- Getting to see all his neat little gun tricks. He likes being able to impress you.

- He may or may not get turned on when you handle his guns. Be prepared for more than a few innuendos and instances of him tearing off your clothes.

- He would absolutely feed on you if given the chance. He’d call you delicious before pressing his bloodied lips to your cheek and calling you “a doll”.

- He can clean up surprisingly well. You were genuinely shocked when you saw him all dressed up for the first time.

- Falling asleep on him in the rv.

- The two of you don’t exactly have a bed 90% of the time so you just have to try and cuddle however you can. A lot of the time, you’ll be sitting on his lap with him pressed against your back.

- You’ll have to change your sleep schedule if you want to spend any length of time with him. You being tired sort of kills the mood, even if he finds sleepy you adorable.

- You’re sort of used as a clothing rack. His sunglasses? On you. His jacket? On you. His rings? On you. Its both for “safe keeping” and because you look cute in them.

- Occasionally helping him lure in his victims, or being called a sweetheart when you refuse to.

- He’d find your morals both sweet and exasperating. He enjoys how innocent and kind you are but also yearns for you to be a little evil once in a while.

- Whenever you’re out on the town, he’ll either drag you to the bar with him or you’ll sit with the others in a booth while he does his thing. You‘ll most likely prefer the latter, you might not want to be in the line of fire when he starts causing trouble.

- Playing with or watching him play pool. He likes to wink at you whenever he catches you watching him closely, usually before he makes a perfect shot.

- He curses like a sailor. You can’t remember how many times you’ve had to scold him or slap his arm because he was being completely inappropriate in the worst way possible.

- He also uses insults like they mean nothing. He’ll either call you something or call someone else something which usually tends to start some trouble.

- You pretty much have to keep an eye on him at all times since you know it only takes him a few seconds to completely destroy the peace in the room or wherever else he is. As fun as it is to see him go crazy, sometimes it’s best to not let him get to that point.

- Joking threats. He likes playing up his vampirism, trying to make you a little nervous and enjoying the subtle acceleration of your heart. Even so, he’s the only one that’s allowed to scare you.

- He’s very protective of you even though he; oftentimes, tries to hide it with humor. He tries not to make a big deal out of things until he really has to though occasionally something will really set him off. You’ll be able to see the mirderous intent in his eyes, the twinkles leaves them and they just go cold as his smile drops.

- Anyone that tries to flirt with you is immediately plotted against. It isn’t uncommon for him to kill people that he thinks are trying to get with you. Jesse’s had to hold him back a few times when the group can’t afford a body on their hands. So yes, he’s extremely jealous.

- He claims you with one of his rings, making sure you know exactly what you wearing it means.

“This here,” he takes your hand roughly. “This here means that you’re mine, darlin. Dont you forget it.”

- A sick part of him likes when you get mad or jealous at/over him. Seeing you get all vicious and vindictive makes his day.

- You don’t expect it but he’s fairly good at easing tension. The only problem is that he rarely wants to ease tension. It really just depends on what’s going on, sometimes he’ll want to fight and sometimes he won’t; particularly when it comes to you.

- He’s got a wicked temper and no patience for complaining or anything of the sort. You’ll certainly have your fair share of fights, especially if you plan on staying together for a “long time”.

- He tries to make you smile when “pleading” for your forgiveness. He tries to “cute” or bother his way out of trouble when he manages to really piss you off. You can never really stay mad at him for that exact reason.

- You get a lot of teasing/joking ‘I love you’s’ but you get a few more earnest ones as well. You cherish them since they’re few and far between.

- There’s a part of him which doesn’t want to turn you, keeping you soft and warm, but another part of him couldn’t bear to see you get hurt or imagine a world where you’re not by his side. So he’ll most likely put off biting you for a while before he finally bucks up and does it.

- He’s ready to spend the rest of eternity with you so believe me; he isn’t letting you go anytime soon.

#severen imagine #severen headcanons #severen headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s imagine #80s imagines #near dark headcanons #near dark headcanon #near dark imagine

[illfoandillfie]

ok sorry but how many people do yall think rog has ever slept with cos i’m guessing four figures no lie

okay, i don’t normally respond to messages like this because, frankly, i dont really feel like its my place to speculate on roger’s sex life. Theres a difference between writing a fiction story with a character named after and inspired by him and discussing his actual personal life which i have no real knowledge about. What he gets up to in his free time is between him and the women he does it with. but i didn’t really feel able to ignore this one. please don’t take this as me telling you off or shutting you down or anything like that. If you want to speculate about roger’s body count thats up to you, go nuts with it. and i love when you guys message me and I don’t want to discourage you from feeling like you can talk to me or just send me your random thoughts or whatever about any subject. But I feel like I need to address why I disagree with this sentiment. Also so I can ask ya’ll to please stop asking me questions like this. 

So firstly, just to get this out of the way. 1000 is a lot. even 100 is a lot. I think if rog had slept with 1000+ people he’d have a least a few illegitimate kids and probably would have been checked into rehab for sex addiction (not to mention STIs and such because lbr people in the 70s specifically probs werent the most careful especially if drugs were involved). I mean even if we were going to say Rog got lucky with a different woman after every show we wouldn’t reach 1000. According to google, Queen played around 700 shows in their entire career. If we add shows played by The Cross thats only another 67 odd shows (according to wikipedia). 

now, i think there are 3 things that contribute to this idea of roger as especially promiscuous. 1. His attitude/demeanour/general way he sells himself. 2. the generally held conceptions about rock stars and rock star behaviour. and 3. what i’m going to call fandom dumbassery (but i mean that with a lot of love) 

So lets start with the man himself. Roger Taylor is loud and opinionated and not particularly humble. He knows he’s talented and attractive though for at least some time he was a little self-conscious about how feminine he looked. He’s always up for a laugh, likes to party and has admitted to enjoying his drink and his women. He’s had kids with two different women, who’s relationships “overlapped”, and is currently married to a third. At least that’s the perception we can gleam from his interviews, behind the scenes videos, and other public appearances. 

It’s easy to see how that image leads to accusations of being a womaniser and a cheater and basically a bit of a slut lmao. But here’s the thing. I think Roger, in part, markets himself that way. The thing is, if you look at his solo songs and the relationships he currently has with his kids and their mothers, and things other people have said about him/his relationships over the years, I think it’s fair to say he also has a bit of a romantic streak maybe? idk if thats the best way of describing it...he’s self confessed to not being a fan of marriage and the like but he’s not opposed to writing and singing love songs and seems to believe in ~love~ as a concept/power. He certainly cares deeply for those closest to him. Whether or not that translates to an agreement with monogamy I can’t say for certain. It’s hard to draw conclusions here because a lot of what we know of his personal life was fed to us through magazines and news paper gossip column articles and they were never looking for the truth, they were looking for scandal and sensationalism. 

For instance the whole thing with the overlapping relationships. I think most people who have read anything about roger and dom and debbie realise that it’s not as cut and dry as “he was cheating with debbie and left dom for her” even though that was the story being sold by the press at the time. The reality (or at least the version closer to reality since obviously no one outside of them and whoever they were closest with knows all the nitty gritty details) is that rog and dom had already split when they got married. it was a marriage of convenience to make sure her and the kids would be looked after financially etc even after he’d moved out. So while it looked to the public like he married one chick and 30 odd days later was spotted with another, there really wasn’t anything untoward happening.  I’m not saying he never had casual hookups or one night stands and i’m not saying he never cheated, but I do think some of it’s been exaggerated, whether by him to encourage the rock star perception or by newspaper/magazine articles.

Now, obviously, we have stories of rog, particularly in the late 60s and into the 70s, being with multiple women. There’s that bit in the Interview with a Queen “Groupie” (which is a fantastic read and i defs recommend checking it out if you havent already) where she talks about roger being a chick magnet and says that, at the time, it was pretty common to sleep about. But, she also says she didnt notice him doing it more or less than anyone else and seemed to mostly be with Jo (his girlfriend at the time). This is the same Jo that got a mention in the Queen in 3D book (”i think we all had the feeling that these two were together for life, but it was not to be”). Conversely, we have that quote (which i cannot find rn but i’ll link it when i do) about roger sometimes having one girl upstairs while another waited in the garage for them to be finished. I think it was about Rog in the mid-late 60s in Truro but whatever. Obviously he wasn’t anywhere near celibate and it’s likely was sleeping with people outside of his relationship(s). But one has to assume that as he got older those kinds of antics stopped happening, at least as frequently.

There is one potential story that I remember reading somewhere along the way about Roger cheating on Debbie while she was pregnant. But, take that with a grain of salt because I can’t find the article again and also I think it was from like The Sun or something equally as rubbish. The press was notoriously always printing mean shit about the boys and that might have been another thing they published to create scandal. Even so, if we assume it’s legit that is still only 1 story. Not to throw him under the bus but Brian is the one with multiple confirmed affairs, who literally wrote songs about it all. So why is Roger the one with sleazy reputation? 

This is where my second and third points come in. There is a pervasive idea about what it means to be a rock star. The whole trashing hotel rooms, sleeping with groupies, passing out drunk every night thing. And I’m sure that Queen was like that to an extent. I think it’s pretty common knowledge that all of them got up to shit on the road. Between innuendo laden interviews and songs, videos and accounts of their parties, stories CT has put online, and other stories like the one of Roger bringing out lines of coke as dessert when he was having dinner with motley crue. They definitely embraced the rock and roll lifestyle. And I think with Roger’s personality being what it is, it’s easy to link him to those traditional rock star tropes and say it was all true all the time. I also think Roger has done nothing to counter those beliefs. He’s been open about how he wanted to be a rock star since the minute he picked up a guitar, he’s labelled himself as a great lay in magazines, he’s joked about girls pulling their tits out over dinner in interviews (though he said he didnt take her home), he’s written songs like One Night Stand and Dirty Mind and Airheads which explicitly mention his preference for women and alcohol. I think it’s fair to say he’s kind of encouraged that view of himself. Whether it was just a side effect of being part of such a well known band and having such a boisterous demeanour/personality, or whether it was intentional as a version of promotion i don’t know. maybe a mix of them? I mean I’m sure it didn’t hurt sales and stuff. it’s the whole guys want to be him, girls want to be with him thing, right? Maybe that’s just me being cynical though lmao. 

Anyway, the fandom brain has taken all of that and compressed it into memes and jokes about rog being the band slut. Which i’m not complaining about, lord knows i’ve made the same jokes and reblogged the same posts and used those tropes in my fics. They’re funny and lend themselves to interesting fic concepts. Plus, i think roger is the sort of person who would probably laugh about most of it. But it’s an idea that keeps feeding into itself through fandom, perpetuating what is probably a misguided view of his personal life.

Again, I am sure he’s had his fair share of fun and I’m not trying to make out that he was always perfect or whatever, but I don’t think he’s been with as many women as the popular discourse would imply and I certainly don’t think he’s in the 4 digit numbers. 

#i7558vjvug #please god dont let this start anything #im just here to write smut and have a good time

[tharrb]

Digimon tamers retrospective- Episode 51

This is it folks, the final episode

Gallentmon CM:”you shouldn’t have killed grani and kidnapped my girlfriend!”

“Im through sitting around! It’s time…time I did something more than just cry” stares at everyone who said jeri was useless

So, I’d argue that sakuyamon giving up her power to justimon isn’t sexist, as it makes perfect scene for rika’s character development. With that said, she is taking her clothes off to make Ryo’s sword grow https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mDqsgbtpDLk

(And I thought that jeri & beelzemon getting the tentacle treatment was bad)

To demonstrate how powerful crimson mode is, you know the horn striker agent? The one that required megagargomon, sakuyamon, justimon, gaurdromon, and antylamon to take down? Gallentmon manages to take down several of them by himself

“Leomon if you can hear me, I finally understand what you said about destiny. The power to change our lives lies in ourselves!” This line really stuck with me

Jeri has suffered the most because of the chain of events caused by others, one that she did nothing to contribute to. But jeri was wrong about herself; not only is she not to blame for all the bad thing that are happening, but her own actions actually helped to prevent the worlds destruction, first by sparing beelzemon, and them by breaking free. It was her own agency that broke the chain

Jeri wills her digivice to life, and turns to power the d-reaper has been stealing from her back on it, blasting the abominations brain in

And then the kernel starts flossing with chaos. Guess you can’t win em all

What’s worse is that justimon innuendo attack didn’t kill the cable reaper. But it did weaken it enough that the sovereign can pull back under

The image of the j-reapers face appears in Jeri’s eye. I’m afraid that, even after the series, she’ll never be fully free of it…

(My headcanon is that jeri is half d-reaper now)

Oh and now we see the j-reapers final form, and it gives gallentmon a major whooping

“Humans desire total annihilation, therefore there existence is pointless” “no you don’t get to decide that! My life isn’t pointless and neither is guilmons or friends or anyone else’s. We have the right to live and to protect the people we care about. Something a warped freak like you could never understand!”

Now operation doodle bug commences. Lopmon decides to run and join the others

Jeri’s really doing her best to reassure calumon, even when they’re about to drown on chaos. She’s so brave in these two episodes

Janyu:”oh yeah I installed a program into terriormon without telling you. Sorry.”

Yamaki:”have you tried spinning? It’s a good trick”

“You do not deserve to exist” shut up bitch, you are an insult to gods design

“WE DO DESERVE TO EXIST! YOU DONT!”

ITS FINALLY FUCKING DEAD😀

I also think the pain of having the agent destroyed caused jeri to pass out. And calumon was able to use some of his dormant power to get jeri and himself to safety

Megagargomon@the d-reaper:”you gonna be ancient history again!”

Mother reaper:”DONT LEAVE ME, I’LL DIE WITHOUT YOU”

Jeri:

Holy shit this is the first time shibumi is worried

The error in the red card is causing the bio-merges to separate. Also there’s zeo gravity in the d-reaper zone, do to the whole quantum bubble thing

“Jeri…wakey wakey” “can you hear me?…jeri it’s me!” “Ta..kato you came.” “Well of course I did. You think I’d leave you?” “I can’t tell you…how good it is..to see you.” “I missed you to” I’m sorry I just…AAAAHHH

Jeri has finally, finally been freed from that awful place, and this is the first time most of her friends have seen her in a while. It’s the first time in quite a while that she’s been truly happy

Oh yeah and kazu, kenta, gaurdromon, marineangemon, and lopmon arrive. I would ask why marineangemon bubbles weren’t used more often, but maybe the d-reaper had just gotten too strong at that point

“Everyone’s all together…” or not

You know its a bit of karmic justice, with how much the d-reaper mocked jeri for her fear of loneliness, it’s the one who’s going to end up all alone

Also, it’s own defeat only happened because it shot itself in its non existent foot twice. Yamaki was right, the d-reaper does have more in common with us then we think. And that includes our flaws

Impmon shows and up and, in the most sincere, humble tone, ask jeri if can forgive him. To his utter disbelief, she does. I’m not sure any of the other tamers would have done so if they were in Jeri’s shoes, but that makes her special

Impmon may have not succeed in saving jeri, but his efforts were still recognized. And that was what is important. Honestly he’s earned his forgiveness

And the side effect of operation doodle bug kicks in, force the digimon back into the digital world. Because god doesn’t want us to have nice things.

Henry shaking his head is a lot less harsh in the original, where janyu ask if he hates him for all he’s done, and Henry states that he doesn’t. In the dub, he tells Henry that things will get better, to which Henry states that they won’t. Because fuck you

“Gaurdromon I love you man!” “Marineangemon!” “Bye cyberdramon “ “impmon we’ll miss you!” “Thank you calumon!” “Lopmon don’t go!” “Momentai” “stay strong rika” “remember takato, you promised. You promised, takato”

The somber piano music that plays in the dub really adds to that feeling of loss. Even if everything has gone back to normal, nothing feels right anymore

“Even though I thought I’d never be the same, the world soon went back to normal, and after a while, so did I. Life became exactly what it was before I met guilmon; kazu still made bad jokes and ms. Asaji still gave too much homework. Sometime I go back to our old hideout just to see if he’s there, don’t know why I bother because he never is. Most times I’m okay, but there’s this one thing that bugs me. A promise I made to a friend. A promise i don’t think I can keep… actually, scratch that. I think I’m gonna keep that promise after all.”

Ending on a literal light at the end of the tunnel, the story of digimon tamers comes to a close.

Or we could just ignore that hopeful ending and act like the tamers only reunite after 20 years. What I’m saying is watch runaway locomon

You know, a lot of fans peg digimon tamers as the darkTM and edgyTM series, and use that as a mark against the show. But I don’t agree with that sentiment. For all its darkness, it still has a sense of childlike innocence that makes it stand out from say, tri. It’s a bit like kirby in the sense that it starts out cute and innocent, but ends dark and depressing, but still show that the darkness can be over come with friendship and courage

#digimon tamers #digimon tamers spoilers #dmt retrospective

[comicsnas]

showtime

WARNING: eye gore!!, violence Disclaimer: this is..... an au where guy fieri isnt a cool and chill dude that just likes food. i am very sorry for what i do to him in this. i dont mean it and if the cops knock at my door i will blame it on hussie word count: about 3.7k. i am so sorry

context john gets kidnapped by his mom dave doesnt panic

Los Angeles, CA, Wednesday

“No matter what happens, nobody cancels the premiere,” you say. “Okay? No matter what’s in the news. No matter how bad it gets. The movie drops on Thursday, and people are gonna watch it. Got it? This is a scare tactic and we’re not falling for it. Even if the world is ending, we are premiering this movie and going through with the promo. With or without me.”

Catalena, your manager, has been with you for too long to think that you’re joking. She was who flew you in from Houston to LA back when you were twenty, who let you sleep on your couch until you made enough money to get an apartment, who thought that the message you had for the world was one worthy of her help. She knows that all of this is real, and that she can’t stop you.

Her face says, Dave, you’re scaring me. Her mouth says, “You got it. Could you at least tell me… what you think is going to be in the news that would make us not premiere it?”

“Something bad,” you say. “Hopefully, anyway.”

She tilts her head. “Are you faking your death?”

“Lalonde and I are gonna disappear for a sec,” you say. “How people interpret that is gonna be up to them.”

“Not like you to leave things up to chance,” Catalena says. “Some will think it’s elaborate PR.”

“That’s why I’m only telling you. Lalonde and I are gonna frame this to look serious, and no one else is gonna know what’s going on. You keep your cool, but don’t let anyone know that you’re in on it.”

“I mean, I barely am.” She gives you a Look, a capital L Look, then sighs and nods. “Fine. So if I hear about your presumed death tomorrow, I won’t freak out. At what point am I allowed to assume you are actually dead, and freak out a little bit?”

“If you don’t hear from me in a week,” you say, “then Lalonde and I have been killed by Betty Crocker.”

Houston, TX, twelve years ago

You’re blind.

That’s not true. You’re not blind. You don’t think you are going to be blind. There is no way that you’re fully blind, because the assassin only got your right eye, so it doesn’t make sense for you to be blind, but you’re blind.

The pain might originate from your right eye, but it’s engulfing your entire head by now, and there is something sticky in your left eye and you can’t open it anymore and it burns, and you’re going to go blind, and then you’re going to die in a ditch, in a pool of your own blood, and this is it. It’s over. You and your half sister fucked around on the internet a bunch, got really deep into some conspiracy theories, and barely two weeks after you made the discovery that Betty Crocker definitely, undoubtedly, literally is an actual alien, someone was sent to kill you.

They didn’t manage, so far. They got your eye, and they broke your glasses, leaving a cut on your nose, and a bunch of cuts everywhere else, and you think you cracked your head open when you fell. But you cut their knife hand off, good and clean off, watched it fall to the ground right in front of you. By the time it hit the pavement, the assassin had already turned around and ran away, leaving you to crumple and suffer here by yourself.

This is it.

“Strider?” Rose says. Before the blood trickling into your good eye ruined your vision, you managed to dial her number and call her up, and now you’re lying on your side with your phone pressed to your ear, imagining her in her college dorm room in New York. You were going to visit her there, years ago, after you ran away from your parents. It never worked out. Neither of you has the money. You really wish you could have seen her at least once.

“Yeah,” you croak. “You at home?”

“At the dorm, yes. What’s going on?”

“You gotta go. She sent someone after me, she’s gonna come for you too. If she knows that I know, she’ll know that you know.”

One of the most comfortable parts of friendship with Rose, you’ve found, is that she never asks you to clarify what the fuck you’re talking about. Either she just lets you ramble, or she knows exactly what you mean. “Shit,” she hisses, and you can hear rustling on her side of the line, hopefully from her getting ready. She probably has a getaway bag somewhere, you think. You have one, but not on you right now. It’s too late for that.

“They’ve already hit me, so whoever she sent to you can’t be far,” you say. You try to blink your eye open, but then it hurts the other more, and it burns. You can’t even tell where exactly. It just burns. “Hurry up, Lalonde.”

“They’ve hit you?” she echoes, still rustling, breathing into the phone. On the move. Good. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you say. “Gonna call an ambulance after this. Just get the fuck out and text me later, yeah?”

Rose pauses. You can hear her pause, you can hear everything go very silent for a second. She says, “You called me before you called for help?”

“Yeah,” you say. She told you, once, that there is a quick and easy way out the window of her second-storey dorm room, that lets her balance over to her girlfriend’s room only a few windows ahead. She can’t hide there, it’s too close, but it’s a start. She’ll figure it out, she always will. She was the first person to ever have your back. “Of course I did.”

On a plane, Thursday morning

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asks.

You’re leaned back, staring out the window, listening to the clicking of her knitting needles next to you. The pilot here doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, just that he is flying two rich people and their car to Washington, DC. Your Mustang is in the cargo part of the plane, a vital part of the plan. You’ll torch it later. It was the first car you bought with your own money, after SBaHJ had become big and you had finally paid off your hospital debt.

Rose’s apartment isn’t that old, she got it after Roxy was born and she decided to move to Los Angeles, so you could help each other babysit. Trashing it still felt wrong. A home is a home, but you wanted it to look broken into, to make sure that people put two and two together. This isn’t a Dave Strider marketing scheme, you both got hit. After all the work that you’ve done, at least some of the public should understand what that means.

“Us,” you say.

“That’s very sentimental,” she says. “Are you sure you aren’t mourning your car again?”

“Shut up,” you say, and blindly swat at her, hitting her elbow. She hits you back, hand slapping your shoulder. “It’s a good car.”

Rose hums. When you look at her, she’s already back to knitting. You have no idea what she’s making, but it looks like a onesie for an octopus. “We will be fine,” she says. “We have to.”

You nod, and go back to staring out the window, thinking about what Alma said. “It’s just,” you say quietly. “We gotta start thinking about the endgame, here, don’t we.”

“Start?” Rose echoes. “Dave, we know the endgame to this. We’ve known for a while. The second you landed in the hospital with a cut inside your eyeball, you and I both knew that this would end in death.”

You don’t say anything. She’s right, of course she is. You knew then, and she knew, as soon as you texted her from your hospital bed, and she texted you back from a Greyhound bus. And you tried to forget, you both did, for a very long time. You almost managed, for a whole decade, until last year, someone made you scared and angry enough to ram a sword through his throat. Until Rose came and disassembled the body on your rooftop, and then helped you burn it. Reality has caught up with you, and someone is going to die.

The clicking of her needles has stopped again. You turn your head to look at her, and she’s looking back at you, and her face seems younger than it should be. She is just as scared as you are. Neither of you ever wanted it to go this far. Neither of you wanted to kill.

“I don’t like it either,” Rose says. “But someone is going to wind up dead, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be us.”

Washington, DC, now

)(IC: u comin or what TG: yeah about that

You’re on the hood of your car. The children -- and Sally, John’s pet hedgehog -- are with the one sitter you still trust. Rose is in position, which means she is at a remote location outside the city holding Guy Fieri hostage. She has sent you a picture of him tied to a chair and gagged, which means that it’s go time.

All according to plan.

TG: how about you come kill me somewhere else instead of home sweet home )(IC: why would i do that TG: dying mans last request? )(IC: stfu lol this is so obviously a trap TG: wow ok so is yours )(IC: fair TG: just thought that you know TG: john means something to both of us and dont try to tell me no because i know he does TG: so like can we maybe duke it out somewhere where i wont accidentally blow him to smithereens TG: innuendo intended )(IC: UG)( )(IC: gross TG: lmao TG: anyway bethany you know me and you know im comin with c4 in my backpack if im comin TG: do you really want that around your son or can you just get off your ass and meet me here so john stays safe )(IC: u reely think ya have a fighting chance to even get that far )(IC: buoy you set one foot in my house and ya get spearfished TG: yeah not really making a great point for me to come there rn TG: just thought maybe youd wanna be with your guy guy )(IC: who TG: you know TG: guy the guy )(IC: tf

You text her the picture that Rose sent, just Guy Fieri looking miserable, no indication of whether or not you or Rose are with him.

)(IC: )(-EY )(IC: motherglubber what do u think yoar doin TG: yoar??? TG: thats literally not a word. wym you oar?? what TG: anyway im gonna dismember this asshole if you dont agree to keep john safe and come here and im gonna start with the frosted tips )(IC: FIN--E )(IC: cant effin wait to be done with you )(IC: ill come krill ya if its so shrimportant just gimme the location TG: ok shrimportant is actually pretty funny TG: [coordinates] TG: see you soon

She drives a fuchsia Jaguar that looks like Xzibit threw up all over it, because of course she does. You watch it leave from your perch on your Mustang, then slide off the hood. shes gone, you text Rose. get ready to bounce

Before you leave, you turn back toward you car, and gently pat the roof. “See you soon,” you repeat, “for one last ride.”

Look, it’s a good car, alright.

Later on in the plan, once you’ve convinced John to come with you, and Rose has joined you in the no doubt brutal course out of the house littered with security guards, the three of you will pack into this car, and you will drive. You will be tailed, you know you will. Rose and you estimate two to three SUVs with more security personnel that will follow you, and sooner or later, you won’t stand a chance against them.

So, you’ll call the cops. You don’t usually do this -- even during all these years, neither you nor Crocker ever called the police on each other, and technically, you still won’t, today. You will just anonymously call authorities, and tell them about a burning car by the side of the road. Then you will hang up, and you and Rose and John will hop out of a moving vehicle as you crash your beloved Mustang and have it go up in flames. Authorities will come and find Dave Strider’s infamous car, and hopefully that’ll get people talking.

Crocker’s guys will hopefully exit their cars and go looking for you, or at least for John. It’s an easy con from there -- while they look, you will steal their SUVs and drive off toward your safehouses. Simple. No sweat.

“This better work,” you mutter to yourself, then leave your car behind and start climbing the fence around Crocker manor.

You’ve been here once before, while she was out and John was showing you around. You weren’t actively trying to case the place back then, just spending time with your boyfriend and checking out where he grew up, but you couldn’t help how curious you were. You still remember the most important spots, and you did your best to paint a proper picture of them to Rose (you drew a map in MS Paint), so now you have a pretty good idea of where you need to go.

The guard posts, of course, are randomized. You’ll have to take these as they come, and you feel prepared enough, with just your sword and a handful of knives. You’re wearing the kevlar you wore to the Oscars. You’re gonna be fine.

It’s a race against time now, knowing that there is no guarantee when Crocker will be catching on and returning to her house, and knowing that you stand no chance actually fighting her face to face. You climbed in toward the side of the house, because it’s the shortest distance between fence and wall. The front and back yards are ridiculously huge and opulent, and while you would have plenty of gaudy statues to hide behind, you’re not looking to make your way through there.

The first guard spots you right as you hop down off the fence, and your knife is in his shoulder before he even finishes drawing his gun on you. He’s also wearing a vest, but those don’t stop blades, and you take offense in knowing that she made them dress up like that. As if either you or Rose were going to show up with guns. She really doesn’t know you at all. You knock out the guard with a hit of the knife grip against his temple. Maybe you can get through this without deaths.

One of them you comfortably take out from behind a useless fountain placed in this part of the garden for some reason, appreciating how quiet and low-key you can be about it so far. The bigger the ruckus, the sooner she’ll return, so having them all go down in silence is your best case scenario.

It’s the third guard that ruins your track record. You’re almost at the house wall, and you know you’re under the right window, which means all you have to do is scale it and climb right into John’s room, but for that to work you need to have a clean path behind you. Which you don��t, you realize the second a bullet hits your back.

Your vest catches it, but the momentum still knocks you down, and you scrape both of your palms open on the weird break between lawn and pavement. You hate this fucking garden. Who lives like this? You’re gasping for breath and trying not to inhale any grass, dealing with the reality that this is the first time someone has shot at you and actually hit you, and the bullet might not have penetrated skin at all, but Jesus Fucking Christ it still feels awful. Like someone kicked you in the spine, only with a bullet instead of a foot.

Onward. You hear footsteps behind you, and now it’s your turn to kick, hitting them in the face with your boot in the same motion that you’re pushing yourself up from the ground. As they curse and stumble, you draw your sword, but they catch their footing quickly, and you know you only have a split second to act. That gun is pointing at you, again, or still, and they’re going for your head this time, and if you don’t fight now, the journey ends for you here. Someone is going to die, and it sure as shit can’t be you. Your arm darts forward.

The sword goes through their vest, their ribs, and their heart -- you wouldn’t call it smoothly, you really wouldn’t. You can feel resistance with every inch, you feel it right up to your shoulder, and you hate it, and it makes you want to throw up, but you can’t, now. You shove them off your blade and watch them crumple to the ground, and turn right back toward the wall. They are not getting up again. That’s on you, and you can deal with that later. You have to get moving.

Your phone vibrates.

You manage to pull yourself up on a balcony and crouch there, hiding from whatever is going on in the yard now. Other guards must have heard the shot being fired, so you really need to get the fuck out of sight, but this has to do, for now. If Crocker is messaging you, you have to respond, so she doesn’t think you’re in her goddamn garden.

)(IC: yo )(IC: send me proof yoar still with him )(IC: almost there this betta be worth it TG: one sec

As expected. All according to plan, so far. You hope the blood on your sword won’t make the sheath sticky. You’ll have to clean it, later. You don’t want to.

TG: shes asking for proof TG: go ahead. sorry TT: No worries. TT: I know we don’t endorse violence, but honestly, Dawon, after being in a room with him for this long, I am quite happy to do this.

She sends you a picture, and you grimace at your phone. It takes a lot to make you grimace, as a Strider born and raised -- at the same time, you’re not easily shocked or grossed out, but this isn’t great to look at. Fieri’s eye has been pulled from its socket, dangling down his cheek suspended from the nerve, a hole in the eyeball. You hope Crocker won’t be able to tell that this was done with a knitting needle, and forward the photo to her.

TG: hows this )(IC: )(--EY FUCK OFF )(IC: stop i reely like guy 38( TG: yeah well i really like john TG: eye for an eye TG: hurry it up im waiting and theres a second eye to gauge out )(IC: ten minutes )(IC: ur gonna be so sorry buoy

TG: 10 mins TT: On my way.

Okay. Crocker is on her way to a location where there will only be Guy Fieri and a set of elaborate boobytraps which you know won’t kill her, but hopefully slow her down. Rose is on her way here, to help you and John get out of here. That’s plenty of time you still have. Things are going suspiciously well, you think, before you remember the ache in your back and the fact that you killed someone.

You have to get to John.

He’s another two floors up, but you are right in front of a balcony door. For a second, you wonder if you could get into the house from here and do the rest from inside, so you don’t present yourself to the mob of people with guns in the garden. Unfortunately, before you can do that, another person with a gun appears on the other side of that door, mouths an angry what the fuck at you, and draws an assault rifle. Alright, well.

The thing that has mostly kept you from becoming too violent in the past is the fact that you’re fast, and you’re a great climber, so when you hop backward onto the banister of the balcony and pull yourself up to the next one above you, it happens so fast that nobody in the garden reacts. It’s after you’re already crouching behind the balcony, thankfully made of robust concrete, that the shots start hitting it. You do nothing, count the bullets, wait for them to get rid of half of their magazines down there. Then you pull a knife, peek over the balcony, and throw it right into someone’s bicep.

More shots. More ducking and counting. You have two more knives to throw, and you do, rinse and repeat. The people down there are very angry with you now, and very much still able to shoot, but you figure at least their aim will be off, and they’ll be slower. You hope. You haven’t held a gun yourself in fucking forever.

You take a breath, and jump up to grab the balcony you know belongs to John.

As soon as you’re in the open, another bullet hits your back, further toward your side this time, and you almost let go. You let out an undignified noise instead, and hold on harder, focusing all you have into your arms to pull yourself up. Shots are ringing in your ears, and one hits the concrete right next to your head at almost the same time that another one grazes your leg. You hiss in pain, grunt in exertion, pull, pull, and roll yourself onto John’s balcony.

Someone in the garden yells, “Motherfucker!”

You sit, curled up, and pull apart the tear in your pants with your aching fingers to check the wound. It’s not deep, certainly not as bad as the chunk of missing flesh you have in your arm from being shot at last year. It’s fine. You’ll forget about it in a second, when your newest problem will be telling your amnesiac boyfriend that he needs to come with you.

You pull yourself up into a crouch, not more. You don’t want to risk getting shot in the head as you finally face him, so you just do it like this. Hunkered down, disheveled and bloody, you lean forward and knock on John’s window.

#posted ooc #action post #woof #eye gore text - #graphic violence - #eye trauma - #the rest of this will happen in discord :') #mentioned: #fontjoke #comedianrhapsody #mindparkour #jakepalooka sort of

[autisticburnham]

Gaila/Jaylah for the femslash asks

I should say first that I haven’t read the comics, so all I know about Gaila comes from aos and headcanons

1. Random headcanon

Gaila taught Jaylah how to dance, and they love to dance together

2. Why I started shipping them

Honestly, I just knew I read Jaylah as a lesbian, and aos has 9 named women, including Jaylah herself, Gaila was the one I thought she’d be most compatable with, and it’s honestly really cute thinking about how Gaila can bring fun into Jaylah’s life after Altamid, since she can relate to growing up in a shitty situation

3. An au I want to see

It’s not really totally an au, but I really want to see them in the prime universe. It’d be amazing if either or both of them showed up in Disco

4. How do they get together?

Gaila survived, but was badly injured when Nero attacked all of the cadet ships at Vulcan, so she was put out of commission for a few years, and grounded to Earth for a while after that, which is when Jaylah started attending the academy. Gaila started hanging out at her old haunts to try to feel normal again. Meanwhile Jaylah was nervously trying to get into socializing after being alone on Altamid for so long, so she goes to the popular student hang outs. They meet a few different times, thinking that the other is cute each time, and eventually start talking to each other, and realize how much they can relate to each other. Growing up a slave and growing up as a survivor of a crashed ship on a planet otherwise solely populated by people trying to kill you aren’t the same situation, but they both had to slowly recover from their trauma at the academy, and they realize they can help each other do that, so they become fast friends. After a while, Gaila admits that she really likes Jaylah, they can totally stay friends and nothing will change if Jaylah doesn’t feel the same, but can they go out sometime? Jaylah immediately accepts.

5. Who has the tackiest fashion sense?

Jaylah definitely has a unique fashion, but it’s not quite tacky. Gaila meanwhile, has an amazing fashion sense, but revels in tacky clothes anyway.

6. Who hogs the blanket?

They both fight over it constantly. They eventually decide to try two blankets, but they both still end up trying to use both

7. Who comes up with cheesy pickup lines/puns?

Gaila, 100%

8. Who (tries to) cook?

Jaylah. She’s used to having to survive off of what she can make, and it gives her a sense of normalcy to make her own food, whereas Gaila prefers to use the food synthesizers as they remind her she’s in a safe place

9. Who blushes furiously when the other says sappy shit?

Both of them, though they both insist that they don’t

10. Nicknames/ pet names?

Gaila calls Jaylah pet names all the time: sweetheart, babe, honey, you name it. Jaylah calls Gaila “my love,” but only in private

11. How often/how do they say “I love you”?

Gaila says it freely, casually, and frequently. Every time Jaylah says or does something she thinks it cute, she’ll tell her she loves her. Jaylah doesn’t say it infrequently, but it’s less often than Gaila does. When she says it, she fills it with meaning, and will occasionally tack on one of the pet names Gaila uses, just to make her smile

12. What do they fight about?

They fight about little things, like a normal couple, but the big thing they fight about is when they worry that the other isn’t taking care of themselves, and they get defensive

13. Who’s more of a cat person?

Jaylah is entranced by cats when she is introduced to them. She loves to hear them purr.

14. Who makes innuendos to make the other blush?

Gaila, absolutely

15. Who does the romantic gestures like flowers and chocolate?

Neither of them are too invested in human ideas of romance, but they both do their own small romantic things

#gaila #jaylah #gaila/jaylah #aos #star trek femslash february #my post #jewishcomeradebot

[mademoiselless]

[2/10]

"Hear her every thought, see her every dream."

Literature is that one subject you hated, you find it kind of boring that it makes you sleep most of the time in between discussions and lectures. You were annoyed to the fact that you won't be getting your degree if you dare to skip it on a semester. Apparently, you've never really imagine yourself having a fullblown distaste to that certain subject, not when an annoying, weird guy suddenly pops out of nowhere, asking you to be your partner.

"And what makes you think I'll let you be my pair?" You eyed his side curiously.

"Hmm..let me think," Jaehyun pretends to think hard, stroking his invisible beard under his chin discerning his deep dimples. "There are approximately thirty-two students inside this room which makes sixteen pairs, you see here, all thirty of them finally found their respective partners." He explains as a matter of fact.

"And?" You pressed raising him a doubtful brow.

"And... Only thirty students have been paired except for the remaining two.. hmm basic math I guess, which -"

"Doesn't make sense?" You offered, smirking a bit when you heard him snorted on his stupid reasoning. Truth to be told, there are thirty two students attending the class, twenty of them were girls which means half of the class were basically dreaming and fighting to be paired with him. The last fifteen minutes of the class were wasted with Jaehyun still pestering you to join him for the stupid research paper that you've been silently cursing, plus the annoying sound of his metal chair screeching against the marbled floor when he attempts to sneak near you ain't helping.

"Children, dont forget to pass your research work next week!" The middle-aged proffesor yells. "Get yourselves busy with the papers not with foils. Education before procreation. " she adds tilting her glasses down as she winks. Everyone laughs aloud but you didn't miss to hear the prick beside you snicker, probably finding the innuendo very relatable.

"Listen here Jung." You started, turning towards him as you stood with your notes and binder clutched againts your chest. "I really find you being really weird these days. Honestly, it's making me uncomfortable. " You tried so hard not to sound rude as much as possible but still with a hint of seriousness on your tone. "If you're planning to pull those damn tricks on me, please don't. I'm not one of them." Well, that stings a bit. He went slightly agape when you glanced up at him like he's going to speak but no words were coming out. "Please leave me alone." With that, you left the room earning curious and envy glares from random girls along the hall.

And that's how you basically tell someone to fuck off, short and nicely.

It was already 2 a. m and he can't find himself to sleep. He spent the whole day on classes and went home at ten from basketball practice, his body was dead tired but he couldn't help him self but to fidget and roll over the duvet, again and again. When he tossed to his side, that's when he finally discovered that thing on his night stand called phone were he could browse hundred of girls' numbers to call whenever he needs them, just like his old routine. He plops on his stomach, grinning from the idea and started to scan his cell, roughly running his thumb all over some random names that can distract him only to halt when he finally reached the bottom of his contacts, staring on it blankly and he's still thinking about you.

So many things were running in his head, first, his hurted ego. Not even once he received a rejection especially from a woman. Second, never in his entire life he become this so annoyed to his own surname. "Why does she even call me Jung when I have a first name?" he asked exasperately as his stirs in bed. why Jung off all the names? Third, why you? When there's so many other girls in the line waiting, ready to throw themselves at him. And fourth, what the hell is wrong with him? To answer his question, he doesn't know either. You were a sudden change to his life. There's something in you that's very unlikely that he didn't notice his strange interest will develop this far. That night, Jaehyun didn't sleep.

The weekend and Jaehyun's dilemma drifted fast at the same time. He woke up and get himself ready to college on a Monday morning with all his guts and charm. He seems like he got this renewed energy, but not really, the truth is he's just really stubborn, persistent. Right, speaking of being stubborn, the young lad cannot and will not admit of being one. He says it was out of his character and context. Competitive, that's what he is as for him and nobody can convince him otherwise.

Jaehyun arrives at the hall a little earlier than usual for that certain subject you two shared and had a quick scan for your familiar face but sadly found your chair empty. He sat down, this time near at your usual spot. The lecture already started, he checks the time and about fifteen minutes has already passed but you were still nowhere in sight, Jaehyun started to think.

The class ended lately due to some lessons that your prof decided to cram. He was the last one to exit the room when someone patted him in the shoulder, startling him. "Jae, cmon practice is about to start." One of his teammates call. Suddenly, he recalls you basically telling him to get out of your sight which made him cringe inwardly making him question himself more why you're still running in his head not mention that lowkey insult that you spew which is most likely true, but damn it wounded his manwhore image. "That girl is something." He mumbles to himself. Jaehyun isn't saying his worried, but he really is.

"She's not joining the summer tournament." Jaehyun faintly hears as he walks along the side of the court from the lockers, already on his basketball jersey. He was about to take another long stride when he caught your name being mentioned gaining his full attention. "Heard she's dropping out of varsity. I don't know." He silently evesdrops on the corner pretending to play on his phone. "But she's one of the aces, Tine. We can't lose her." The other girl sighed deeply.

For a long time, Jaehyun didn't felt any sense of care and overwrought to somebody else, he was a selfish, happy-go-lucky guy after all, but on that brief period he felt something break, drop and quiver inside him. He can not really decipher the feeling of it, it was warm and at the same time, it burns deep down. Of course the unloving jerk was still oblivious, but on that moment, for the very first time, Jung Jaehyun's heart started to beat.

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#jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #nct127 #jaehyun scenario

[andremarcusburky]

Can you do an Auston Matthews as a boyfriend headcanons thing? I loved your Nolan one btw!

A/N: asdfghjklöä everytime I think about him all I see is riding his thighs and that fine ass of his so ive never really given boyfriend!aus a piece of my mind, but ill do my best! also this became really sexual lmao and I dont know what im doing

masterlist

sex is a big part of the relationship though

thats how It started

he was a one-night-stand who you ran into again a month later

it became a two-time thing

and then he had your number

and then it was more than two times

and suddenly you were in love

and the next time you ran into each other unexpectedly when you were out some dude was trying to get in your pants and jealous Matty wouldn’t have it

he fucked you into oblivion that night

and the next morning he decided to have the talk

“i want you, no one else. like I want you to be mine only”

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

he wasn’t ever really cuddly before that but once you were official you got to see his most vulnerable sides

when he was out because of the injury he cried once because he was so angry and sad and frustrated over the whole situation

you just held him and he let you comfort him

but most of the time he’s the cheeky lil shit we know so well

pinches your ass when you dont expect him to

so you squeal in public sometimes and people turn their heads and he has the biggest grin on his face

his way of letting you know he’s horny is by walking up behind you and press his hard-on to your ass and kiss your neck

also grabs with your boobs

then he acts all innocent and pretends like he didnt do nothing

also sexual innuendos all the time

pretends like its all accidents but he knows wtf he’s doing

he gets you lingerie all the time

his favorites are black lacy things

really small things

his favorite thing to do is watch sports on the tv with his arm around you as your head’s on his chest

because he loves watching sports and he loves you and he wants you close to him all the time

so like lets acknowledge that this is a cocky lil shit who’s super competitive 

I mean remember the nhl18 thing

and something you do together a lot is play Mario kart

its a forever ongoing thing

your both super competitive and this could potentially ruin the relationship ngl

on average you probably win as much as the other

so its really a 50/50 thing

you get so angry at each other though

then there was that one time where the boys were over and you had a mini tournament

Mitch was in the lead, followed by you and aus tied

if you or Auston won the last game you’d pass Mitch and win

final lap came around and both you and matts were in the lead, going back and forth with who was fist and second

Mitch was right behind you, catching up

then Mitch got one of those red turtles and he threw it right at you

it was gonna hit you 100%

matts hit the breaks and went in behind you so it hit him instead

YES HE FUCKING SACRIFICED HIMSELF IN YOUR HOLY GAME 

you won

he didnt say anything, just passed the goal-line a bit later and put the controller down

you were celebrating like crazy and Mitch was so mad

the boys left after that

“so like.. I’ll do whatever you want tonight”

his eyes have never been so big

fuck

that was the first time you ever rode his thigh

he loves that shit

you thought he was gonna ask about anal but he never did

you gave him some good head though

he was a power bottom that night

jesus he loved watching your boobs bounce

and your body was stretching in all kinds of directions from time to time

after he just played with his head on your chest and listened to your heartbeat

“I honestly still cant believe you did that for me”

“what?”

“when we were playing mariokart”

“of course would, I love you”

so yeah that was the first time he said that

and at first you just stared at him and didnt know what to say

so he became really nervous like he really thought he fucked up

and he looked up at you and you just kissed him so hard and asdfghjklöä

“I love you too, baby”

he really likes hanging out with his teammates with you

for bye week you went to the Bahamas and you spent most of the time in bed in the pool

and he’d make you sit on his shoulders and do that pool-wrestling thingy 

you guys won obviously 

there is no couple that will ever beat you in anything lbh

POWER COUPLE AF

CHAMPIONS

and for dinner he always makes you taste his food

feeds you from his fork

“but you have to try it, its amazing!”

then you split dessert

oh and at games this is a whole thing on its own

he loves it when you wear his jersey

and if you’re not wearing his jersey he wants you to wear his clothes 

and you get so into it

jumping up and down when he scores

shrieks and screams

“YES MATTY THATS MY BOY”

he looks up at where you’re sitting now and then and smiles at you

especially when he’s scored

he really loves seeing you celebrate because of him

you’re always so excited and happy for him

and when you get home he fucks you while you’re wearing his jersey 

:-)

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #headcanon #nhl writing #nhl imagine #hockey writing #hockey imagine #leafs #tml

[abigolerant-blog]

lets talk: phan

First, I’d like to get this disclaimer out of the way. This is not phan bashing, this is not an attack on the phandom or on dan and phil themselves. the people of the phandom are beautiful people and they are so fuckin amazing

 *no, im not apart of the phandom. i’m just a person who knows shit, now let me tell you what i know. do i ship phan? no. do i know phil and dan are together? yes. 

BECAUSE,

theres a difference between shipping .. (shipping -  The act of one wanting/supporting two individuals involved in a romantic relationship)

and phan (two people who are actually together, and make it blatantly obvious. but at the same time, don’t make it obvious at all to the internet.) it’s different from shipping where the IDEA of wanting them to be together,, because daniel howell and phil lester have been together for quite some time now. it’s a reality instead of a ship. 

Let’s take a couple of examples.

 You guys remember the whole Kylie Jenner situation? Remember how she like kept her pregnancy a secret for literally 9 months. Remember how news outlets, social medias, and everyone on planet earth called that she was pregnant. It was a huge question that hung up in the air. But there were some HUGE flags that pointed to her being pregnant, like hiding her stomach, dressing in baggy clothing, old throwbacks on her instagram account. AND THEN, i forgot who it was but im too lazy to look. Kylies sister/mother/whatever was being interviewed on television?? And they were like,, “Is Kylie pregnant, like whats the deal here.” and then on multiple occasions, the whole family didn’t comment. they didn’t come outright and explicitly say yes or no to said question about kylie jenner being pregnant. ummm BITCH UHHH.. what do you mean no comment? you could have just said no and got rid of all speculation.. but they made no comments. they stayed quiet, they stayed low. they avoid questions regarding kylie’s pregnancy. AND GUESS WHAT.  uhhhhhhhhhh, yea. it was obvious she was pregnant. AND THEN, she came out right after stormie was born and she was like “yea i was fucking pregnant duh” and then she went back to her life after uploading that video and moved on.

now, how does this relate to phan?

Okay, so let’s think about them as human beings for a minute instead of personalities on youtube. So, there were these two guys, right? They knew each other back in 2008, yea? they met on the internet, and then in person and all of the sudden they were extremely involved in each other's lives. now, i don't have to bring up the tweets from literally ten years ago. you guys all have read them. you guys all know what they say. dan and phil’s chemistry was irrevocable. nobody could deny that phil and dan had chemistry with one another and THAT’S .. the tea sis. they CLEARLY flirted with one another, yadda yadda. and i hate to be that bitch but lets talk about that private video for a second, because i know some people HATE hearing about it. you guys know what i mean. sure, respect Dan and Phil by not uploading it or reminding Phan that it existed. but can we talk about how it was made up to be this whole thing that it wasn’t and it was taken down so fast and phil takes down ALL of the things that is related to that video. that’s cool or whatever. but when you think about the things that were said - it’s perfectly logical and applicable that it was real. and I'm cutting you no bullshit. i’m gonna be honest. that video was fucking real. fast forward a couple of years and suddenly present phan is super sensitive about the topic of “being shipped together” compared to the phan where “man phils poster just watched me have sex” and boom, dan and phil are together and travel together and see each other's families and you can all know. BUT WAIT,  did the akinator ask us if we’re dating? man we should edit that out of the video, but lets take you on a vlog of us walking around town on Christmas and be platonic. man did that old lady tell us we were cute together on that radio show we did? better laugh awkwardly and cover it up. man do millions of people know we’re a couple? man, we better call each other bros!!! (chillin five feet apart because they’re not gay)  but ANYWAYS, there are a couple red flags that i notice about phan and the first one is this:

1. no confirming or denying.

yeah, you know that annoying thing that your friend does when they start a sentence and they say “nevermind”.. and you get frustrated. like what do you know that I don't? and that's what phan does, they do that all the time. they start to have a moment on camera, something along the lines of like “man you’re my best friend, you’re important to me” but then follow it up with a joke that just revokes all meaning to what they said? it’s so blatantly obvious that phan is OBSESSED with how their audience sees them. and i know dan is the pickiest about what we see/hear/know. they’re hypersensitive to what their audience says, but trust me and trust the phandom. their silence is so much louder than words. like mate, you two have BEEN together/LIVING together in the same place and have been around each other mostly year around 24/7 and you’re telling me in that whole span of a decade neither dan or phil have gone out and invested themselves in another romantic relationship? you guys are telling me that these two, tall, handsome people havent found a significant other yet?? and you’re telling me if dan and phil were just bro’s,,, they wouldn’t of found a partner in the whole span of 10 years and didn’t move out to be with that partner?? yeah uhh,, you know why they don’t do that?? I'm pretty sure you know why. we know. other YouTubers know. the ideology of phan being a thing has been around for so long, yet they don’t care to say to explicitly confirm nor deny their relationship. or maybe a simple, it’s complicated will suffice? sure, it’s none of my business. sure, it’s their life. sure, it’s their whatever.

2. taking advantage of their audience

but you’re telling me,,, they create an empire thats HEAVILY Influenced by the fact they COULD (which they are) TOGETHER.. they make a whole TOUR of them TOGETHER, they do videos TOGETHER, they make merch TOGETHER,,,, but you don't have respect enough for your audience to at least give them an inkling of that? your video has to be filled with suggestive innuendos and tour plugging but you can’t even confirm/deny the very thing that has been paying your bills for YEARS? sure, dan and phil are amazing people. they’ve done so much for their fans, they’ve been the core of some amazing artwork, works of fanfics and amazing friendships.. but someone can spend weeks on an amazing phan piece of art and uhhhh, you won’t acknowledge it because it shows you two being innocently intimate like holding hands or some shit? you’re telling me an artist can work so hard on something based on the idea of you,, but it will never get any recognition because oh no.. it’s us kissing :( like i mean this with the most respect possible, like get over it. But yeah, I’m going to post no content except for tour ads for the next three months and oh, here’s some merch. oh you pay all my bills? oh you want us to do pinof 10? uhhh we’ll think about it. yeah,

okay sisters, we’re getting real here. the tea is hot. 

hey people of the phandom who are reading this? did you know that you obsessing over heart eyes howell and phil topping (which he doesn’t, hate to say it) that it literally pays their bills right? Phan is complete bullshit, in the LEAST negative way possible. They’re great people, they just bullshit a lot. 

3. pandering

You guys know that uhhh, you don’t know anything about Dan and Phil? Yeah, they’re a youtube couple. But they only let you in on the very surface because it seems like they dont want to be every old ordinary youtube couple. let’s take jenna and julien for a second. jenna and julien have been together for a long ass time and they show us the sweet stuff and the hard stuff. but not to where we know EVERYTHING about them. Everything they do is generally appropriate in the privacy sense, they vlog enough to keep us entertained but healthy enough to keep their sanity. Unlike Shep689, you can look up who Will and RJ are, but they were a youtube couple who shared EVERYTHING about their relationship. up to the point where they showed each other in bed at night DAILY, they got married to each other. then surprise, surprise they get divorced. there’s not a lot of couples who survive the wrath of youtube. take liza and david, prankvsprank, anthony and kalel, collen and josh, yeah it’s a lot. but what’s the running theme of these youtube couples that have broken up? they were same old youtube couples that we got used to and we loved. they were just like any other youtube couple and they fucking broke up. i can only think of like 3 youtube couples who have a big following and are still together for the long run. 

and let’s keep it real here. the reason why dan and phil don’t come out publicly as a couple for more than just “privacy” reasons, like dude you’re on social media, you’re a youtuber,,, do they know what that is?? privacy is the opposite of being a youtuber but go off i guess uh, they do it because they know if they let the big scary secret out then the whole appeal of dan and phil is gone. instead of being these wholesome dudes, they’ll be known as these guys who have literally kept their relationship under wraps for years on end to exploit their audience for coin and it will be so obvious. how would they even come out as a couple at this point? they’ve dug themselves in such a deep hole by covering everything up on and off camera that to undo it would seem pointless. you would think that ten years after being with someone you’d be comfortable enough to be genuine on camera but okay sis. . .  anyways they’re gonna keep up the hype of them being together and milk it until all the phandom converts to another fandom (like bts,, oops)    or maybe they’ll fucking come out in pinof 10? 

probably not. 

so let’s tie this in. think back to kylie jenner right? remember how every question of her pregnancy was avoided, remember how sources hinted to it? uhh remember how silence is generally the biggest indicator of said question to be proven true countless times again? uh tea

they’re actively hiding everything from you ok bye

#phan #phandom #rant #youtube #ships #otp #shane dawson can you hhhh #investigate

[hellomissmabel]

Men of the moon (2/3)

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Pairings: Vampire!Bucky x reader, Vampire!Steve x reader

Warnings: SPOILERS! Murder (kind of bloody)

Word count: 1k

Summary: Vampire diaries AU with Bucky as Damon, Steve as Stefan, Clint as Matt, Y/N as Elena, Sharon as Caroline, Wanda as Bonnie, Pietro as Jeremy but he’s Bonnie’s brother not Elena’s in this AU, Natasha as Vicki, aunt May as Elena’s aunt Jenna, Tony as Alaric, Sam as Tyler.

A/N: Please note that this is an AU and does not follow the original story of TVD. It will however contain a couple spoilers so be aware before you read! Written for @heartmade-writingbucky!

Series masterlist can be found here

You’re sitting in the Mystic Grill, your diary in front of you and your pen on your lips as your eyes are glued to the back of a handsome stranger. He’s flirting with the girl behind the bar, a redhead whose name is Natasha. She’s Clint’s sister and drop dead gorgeous, a tattoo of a spider on the top of her breast included to add to her femme fatale allure.

You have no idea why you’re so interested in knowing what’s being said, but you just can’t focus on writing anything down as long as his voice keeps penetrating your ears. “When does your shift finish?,” he queries in a sultry tone. “Maybe I can buy you a drink after?”

Yet Bucky is painstakingly aware that you’re more than just a little curious about him, turning up the volume of his voice because he wants you to eavesdrop. “C’mon, Nattie, baby,” the brunet pleads as he licks his lips, “You’re not gonna leave me thirsty are you?”

Just as you’re rolling your eyes at the innuendo in his words, Steve taps your shoulder and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you reply with a sweet smile, “Where have you been? I thought we agreed to meet up an hour ago?”

“Yessssss…,” Steve answers as he draws out the ‘s’ while fishing out the corsage he’s been hiding in his jacket. “But I had to pick this up first.”

“Steve!” You squeak his name excitedly, admiring the corsage as he hands it to you with a smug smile. “I thought you’d forgotten!”

He shakes his head and claps the hand that’s holding the corsage with his strong hands, the rough skin complimented by the soft approach of his gesture. “Of course not. I love you and I know how much prom means to you.”

The lines around his eyes crinkle up when he smiles back at you. “I love you, Steve.” He’s about to say it back when another man comes up to where you two are seated and interrupts your moment of affection and tenderness.

“Hey there, Stevie, fancy seeing you here.” Bucky’s blue eyes bore into Steve’s as he sits down next to Y/N and extends his hand by means of introduction. “I’m Bucky, Steve’s half-brother.”

You give him your most gratuitous smile, pretending not to fawn over his good looks, while shooting Steve a dirty glance from the corner of your eye. “Steve never told me he had a half-brother.”

“Yeah, Steven here was adopted and he never really talks about it, ain’t that right?,” Bucky coos as he wets his lips, eyeing you from head to toe.

Bucky then continues to make some small talk, partly to spite Steve but mostly to find out more about Y/N. Now he is truly understands what has drawn Steven back to Mystic Falls. At first he thought it was his pursuit after Peggy’s descendants that brought him back to this godforsaken town, but after gazing only once in Y/N’s direction, he was hooked as well.

She is everything that was good about Peggy, without the filthy sting of Peggy’s other side.

A high-pitched scream resounds harshly in the ears of all the patrons in the Mystic Grill and instantly claims the attention of Steve. Locking eyes with Bucky and judging from his wicked grin, Steve immediately realises Bucky’s mischievous nature is to blame for the recent uproot.

Launching from his seat, he tells you to stay here and asks Bucky to keep an eye on you, fairly certain that Bucky wouldn’t try anything on Y/N as she is the spitting image of Peggy and he, too, might need some time to figure out why exactly just like Steve.

“Now tell me, Y/N, how long have you and Steve been together?”

“About a year now,” you reply earnestly while glancing over your shoulder over and over again to see what all the fuss is about. Your eyes fly over to the bar and you notice the redhead behind the bar has been replaced by a guy. So that’s why Bucky is so interested in you all of a sudden.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” His tone is casual but you can sense his impatience, fingertips tapping on the table.

“Yeah, I think I would’ve remembered.” Another look over your shoulder when more people grow curious and rush to the back. “I mean – you certainly don’t blend in.”

“I’m flattered, doll, but that’s not what I meant. What I mean is, do you remember that today, exactly one year ago, you and I ran into each other? You were on your way from the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, in that big blue dress of yours. You were tipsy and lost a shoe along the way. How very Cinderella of you.”

Your eyebrows knit together as you search your mind for an explanation, but it only aggravates matters as Bucky rolls his eyes at your ignorance. “I – I don’t think that ever happened. I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.”

With a cocky smirk, he finishes his drink in one go. “No, it was definitely you. I’d recognise that pair of eyes anywhere. But more importantly, we kissed.”

“Excuse me?,” you blurt out in a hushed whisper, leaning in so only he can hear you. “What the fuck?”

“It was before you met Steve. I actually met you first.” He grins at the memory and the disbelief you attempt to swallow as it feeds the storm in your eyes and consumes you with self-doubt. “Like I said, you were tipsy and needed some help finding your shoe. I merely  helped.”

You begin to hesitate even more, stuttering and stammering softly. “I’m sorry, really, I am, but you must be mistaken.”

But then the conversation takes an unexpected turn. As you’re about to get up from your seat and go and see for yourself what’s taking Steve so long, you’re nailed to the spot as you lock eyes with Bucky. It’s as if your entire system has been paralyzed – no, hypnotised. All you can focus on is the movement of Bucky’s lips as he whispers under his breath, that casual smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Hold on a minute, Y/N,” he tells you all too sweetly as his pupils dilate and your eyes mimic his. “When Steve comes back, he’ll probably ask what we talked about. So you’re going to forget what I just said and act normal. You’re going to tell him we had a little chat about…”

His eyes are glued to the corsage in your lap and he chuckles sourly, a new plan forming in his mind. “About prom.”

Steve gets to the alley behind the grill and lays eyes on the dead body of Natasha, the girl behind the bar that’s been serving Bucky drinks all night. Her shift ended about an hour ago yet as it’s always busy at the grill, nobody noticed that she followed someone outside through the back door for a sneaky make-out session. Little did she know it would be her last.

He is convinced this is Bucky’s work, but he will never be able to prove it even if he wishes to do so. Bucky knows how to cover up his tracks, the bite marks in her neck untraceable as Bucky slashed her throat after he fed on her. The sheriff, Sharon’s mother, has also arrived at the scene and she walks straight to Steve, asking him if he’s seen or heard anything unusual while he was inside the Grill.

In order to protect himself, he has to protect Bucky too, so he lies smoothly to the sheriff that everybody loved Natasha and nobody would ever dream of hurting her. Yes, she had her boyfriends and yes, there were a couple men flirting with her while she was on the job, but no-one capable enough of doing this to her.

After giving his statement to the sheriff, he storms back inside the grill only to find you laughing at something Bucky’s said, his arm slung casually around the seat you’re sitting in. Breathing out deeply, Steve takes a couple long strides towards the brunet and sits back down gently, keeping a straight face as he delivers the news.

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Mel could I pls have option 1 for Blarke? With: Person A: I’m thinking a spring wedding, or maybe fall, I dont want it to be to cold though. Person B: Babe we aren’t even engaged Person A: sO THAT’S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT

OF COURSE you can Caitlyn

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[ALSO ON AO3]

“What?” Clarke asks, with a Cheshire-like grin.

He frowns at her, his gaze narrowing playfully. “What’re you up to, Griffin?”

She brushes a perfect blonde curl out of her eyes with one hand and presses the other to her chest, feigning mild shock. “Whatever do you mean, Bellamy?”

“Sparkling wine,” he observes, tapping their recently filled glasses. “That’s not a normal dinner drink.”

“We have wine all the time!”

“Not the sparkling variety,” he retorts dryly. “We’re at a tablecloth restaurant, too. Cloth napkins. Proper candles, with fire and everything.” He cocks his head towards a small door off to the side. “If I go into that bathroom, is someone going to offer me a mint on my way out?”

“Methinks thou doth suspect too much,” Clarke quotes innocently, with a light shrug thrown in for good measure.

“That’s not the line,” he says, already smiling despite himself. Clarke’s been strung a little tighter than usual over the last couple weeks, checking and double-checking throughout the last few days to make sure that they’re still on for tonight’s seemingly special dinner. He’s gone through his calendar multiple times, trying to figure out if he’s forgotten their anniversary or some other important date. 

(And then he’d remembered that they don’t have an actual anniversary date, considering they’d only realised they were dating after several months of sleeping together in a manner they’d both thought was ‘casual’.)

Between the two of them, Clarke’s always been the one who’s more rigid about things like dates and scheduling. Even so, something about the way she’s been acting in the days leading up to this particular dinner has just got his spidey senses tingling. Strangely enough, though, she’s been absurdly normal throughout the actual dinner. She’s laughing frequently, and smiling easily. She's… almost bubbly. Cheerful, even.

He’s beginning to wonder if he’d imagined it all.

He leans forward, making sure to carefully drop his voice a couple of pitches, so it hits that rough tone that always sparks a reaction from his girlfriend. “I’ll get it out of you, princess. One way or another.”

Satisfaction spikes through him when she sits up at that, leaning forward as her face lights up with an interest that definitely isn’t entirely innocent. “Oh, will you, now?”

He turns their lightly entwined hands over on the table, tracing a light line across her warm palm with the very tip of his finger. Light touches always get Clarke way more riled up than anything, a hint of teasing stoking her fire far more easily than the real thing does.

“Dessert first, Clarke,” he says, letting a touch of desire underscore his low tone. “And then I’ll get it out of you.”

She grins, leaning over even further so that his attention is drawn down to the line of her generous cleavage. A deliberate move, no doubt. “And here I was thinking I could be dessert.”

He groans, the sound of her laugh ringing clear in the air.

“How much do you think an open bar costs?”

Bellamy tears his gaze from his book to blink dazedly at his girlfriend.

“I… don’t know,” he says, uncertain. “Probably depends what’s on tap. Maybe… thirty bucks a head? Forty?” He pauses, scratching at his jaw. “Fifty?”

Clarke flops down onto the couch next to him. “Are you just going to keep increasing your guesses by ten?”

He squints. “Sixty?”

“Helpful,” she remarks, the corners of her mouth turning up despite her dry tone. She peers at her phone screen. “Not exactly cheap, though. Maybe we shouldn’t do that then.” She flings her phone aside, sighing dramatically. “Oh, but we have to, if we want to do it in the summer. We can’t not have an open bar in summer.”

He frowns slightly, peering at her over his glasses. It’s not unusual for Clarke to vent to him about her job planning and coordinating events for the local museum. “Miller knows this alcohol dealer,” he muses. “Pretty sure they used to work together. I can get him to pass along the guy’s contact information, if that’d help.”

She brightens instantly. “Yes, please!” she exclaims, typing rapidly on her phone. “Okay, so that’s one thing down. Although, on second thought, we should really decide first if we do want to do it in the summer.” She pauses, wrinkling her nose. “Maybe fall would be more comfortable? In terms of sweat potential, obviously. Don’t want the guests to spend the whole day all sticky and shit.”

He lowers the book, now too perplexed to pay attention to anything else. “Obviously,” he agrees slowly. “I guess. Uh, what—”

“Yeah, the colour scheme’s going to be all off if we do it in fall,” she says, focus already back on her phone. “Good point. Late summer, then? That’s, like, a happy middle, right? Or maybe early fall. I don’t know, what do you think?”

“Um,” he says, closing the book properly. This really doesn’t much sound like a work event at this point. For one, why is Clarke getting to choose the season?

More importantly, why is he getting to choose the season?!

He clears his throat. “Are we… celebrating something?”

She snorts, both thumbs still skidding briskly across her screen. “Well, we’re definitely not gonna be mourning our wedding.”

Bellamy’s not sure, but he thinks he could just about make out the sound of the microwave going off in their neighbour’s kitchen next door, the jarringly bright ‘ding’ cutting right through the walls.

He swallows, and blinks carefully. “We're… engaged?”

Fuck, is that his voice? God, he hopes it doesn’t actually sound that yelp-y.

Clarke pauses, and for a moment, it’s like he can see into her brain, all the gears and cogs grinding to an abrupt halt so that she just hangs there, like an ACME cartoon character suspended in mid-air.

“Oh,” she exclaims suddenly, looking up as she draws the single syllable out. “So that’s what I forgot to do last night!”

“What,” he starts to say, but she’s already bounded off the couch.

“Fuck, where is it,” he hears her mutter to herself as she rifles through her purse, lying forgotten on the living room floor where she’d flung it last night, too preoccupied with the sensation of his lips on her neck to bother with putting it away properly. “Where the— ah!”

She’s back on the couch within seconds, her face flushed and half-covered with untameable strands of blonde, all escapees of the loose braid she’d knotted her hair into earlier that morning. There’s a small velvet box in her hands, just a little smaller than her palm, and holy fuck, if that’s what Bellamy thinks it is—

“Sorry, I forgot to do this last night,” she says, a little breathless through her grin. “Well, to be fair, it was probably more your fault. You just had to go and distract me with sex.”

“I’m not the one who started making innuendoes about dessert,” he says tremulously, quickly laying his book aside.

She pauses, lowering the box on instinct. “You don’t seriously expect me to not make an innuendo when you’d already set it up right—”

“Clarke,” he interrupts, strained, with a pointed glance at the box. God, his heart is pounding so hard, it might just burst right through the cavity of his chest at any fucking second.

“Right, got it, got it, just—” She breaks off and closes her eyes, taking a deep, bracing breath before opening them again, the grin reappearing on her face like she just can’t keep it off. “Bellamy Blake,” she begins, her left hand clamped over the lid of the velvet box. “You are— fuck— you’re my best friend in the whole world, and I can’t ever, ever imagine life without—”

“I love you,” he blurts out. He can’t help it. His heart is literally, physically bursting. “Fuck, sorry,” he says in a rush, “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Clarke laughs, her grin splitting even wider. “You know what? You’re right, fuck the speech.” She opens the box, and at the sight of the plain silver band sitting there, the air fucking catches in his goddamn lungs. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” he says instantly, lunging forward to kiss her, both hands finding the sides of her face to hold both of them steady. They’re both smiling when he tears away. “Shit, was that too soon? I think I was supposed to wait a second or something before—”

Clarke’s eyes are shining, full of unshed tears, and with the way his vision is blurring in and out, he’s pretty sure his are, too. She shakes her head, her hand fisting into his shirt to pull him back towards her. “It was perfect,” she assures him, right before pressing her lips to his.

Hell, that’s more than enough for him.

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