#also yes. tina is in fact my favourite... more tina please

[savagegood]

you know what that is? growth.gif | THE BEAR [101 vs 209]

#as requested. the respect between them now ;___; they've come such a long way #also yes. tina is in fact my favourite... more tina please #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear #thebearedit #the bear spoilers #liza colón zayas #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #*op

[jaskiersbard]

I’m going to be so immeasurably pissed off if Secrets of Dumbledore was the last Fantastic Beasts film because of a multitude of reasons, but especially:

Autistic!Newt: autism is rarely portrayed in the media, and when it is, 99.9% of the time it’s in a negative way or as some kind of saviour p0rn stuff. Newt Scamander is not only a positive (AND CANON!) representation of autism, it’s the only one in a major franchise such as the Wizarding World, and he’s the main hero to boot. Cancelling the remaining films means we don’t get a full franchise with an autistic hero, which would suck so hard. As an autistic person, I really want to see more of Newt and am beyond thankful for how Eddie has clearly done his research and played Newt so beautifully and respectfully.

Newtina: Even putting aside the fact I’m a Newtina shipper, it would be awful if we don’t get the remaining two films to show how Newt and Tina ended up married with great grandkids and living in Dorset in their 120s. Not being funny but all the side couples have had their time to shine: Jacob and Queenie are now married, and Grindelwald/Dumbledore’s blood pact thing is solved, although yes, there’s also the duel but still, it definitely felt like there was closure of some kind to the romantic side of their story in SoD. Newt is the main character and Tina is (supposed to be, fuck you JK/WB) the female lead as well as his canon love interest/future wife. It’s just stupid to tease them in the first movie and not give any kind of closure or progress to their relationship beyond the literal crumbs in the following two films. It’s long past overdue to let Newt and Tina have some focus and to give Jacob/Queenie / other couples a more background role.

Tina Goldstein: What they’ve done with Tina’s character is disgusting. “She’s busy” - fuck off with your lame excuse for her absence in this film. It’s so painfully obvious Katherine was cut because she spoke out about JKR - and if it’s not that, she’s certainly had a huge falling out with JK/WB because she has done zero promotion for SoD beyond turning up at the London premiere specifically just for the fans (as shown by the hours she spent taking photos and signing stuff, which btw I witnessed in person! I was there!), and when she posted a picture of herself at the premiere, she didn’t mention the film, just shouted out her make up and hair people. She’s supposed to be the main female character, and they’ve delegated her to little more than a cameo. As a Tina fan, it really hurts to see because she’s the reason I fell in love with the first film because I saw myself in her character. I want the last two films just so that Warner Bros can give her character the development she deserves because apart from the first film, her only role in CoG and SoD has been reduced to 1) to be mad at Newt, 2) to go after Credence and then have that plot line dropped, and 3) to turn up at a wedding.

Other Characters: I want to see more of Lally because I fucking adore her! She’s probably my favourite female character after Tina! I want more of Theseus, and more of the Scamander brothers relationship! What happened to Nagini? I want to see more Jacob too, more Queenie, more Yusuf, and I even can’t wait to see any new characters that might appear! (They can keep Bunty tho lmfao her and her actress are trash - and yes, I am allowed to say that because I witnessed VY being shit in person so yeah fuck her)

The Beasts: Umm, hello??? Warner Bros are really going to deny us more of Teddy the Niffler??? More of Pickett??? The Baby Nifflers??? I want to see more Mooncalves, more Fwoopers, more magical creatures! The series is literally called “Fantastic Beasts”, can we PLEASE have more beasts???

The Cast: I just love so many of our cast and miss the days where they seemed to be enthusiastic about the franchise - now the only ones who seem excited anymore are Eddie and Mads (and VY but like I said she’s stuck up so f*ck her) I miss seeing Eddie and Katherine on screen together, I miss the Fantastic Foursome of Eddie/Katherine/Dan/Alison on-screen together. I want to see more of Mads as Grindelwald despite the controversy surrounding his casting. I love Callum and Jessica and Jude, and want to see more of them.

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #tina goldstein #porpentina goldstein #newt scamander #newtina #fantastic beasts: the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore #I’m prepared to get hate for this from both other fans and also the antis but fuck it #autism #actually autistic #katherine waterston #eddie redmayne

[tinandabin]

Hello Tina (if it's alright to call you that), I hope that you're well. Since requests are currently open, can I request a Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader (yandere or not is up to you)?

The story is she was a passenger at the Mugen Train (let him live, he deserves it 😔), that was seated close to him, and they have a good time. As he was recovering from the Battle (where he was talking about Reader to Senjuro and his friends always). Then one day, Reader went to visit him to express her gratitude.

If this is too detailed and you don't like it, then feel free to ignore this request.

That's all and thank you!❤

He's certainly one of my favorite characters of all time.

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

a/n: the satisfaction I felt when I wrote the end 😌👌 hopefully u would like the ending. :) and yes @anfre109, you are right. He didn't deserve to die :'(

( where I found the above picture )

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Getting on the train with your luggage was no easy task when you were getting pushed around. Would not recommend it. 

"Agghhhh," Grumbling, you dragged your luggage across the train's floor and were ready to take a nap right there when a man with flaming red hair, very unique, came towards you. 

"Let me help you, ma'am!" His boisterous voice half-yelled. No problem. You have dealt with more weird people. 

Smiling at him you nodded and said, "Thank you!" 

"May I know which seat number you are supposed to be at?" His owl-like stare turned towards you as he without any difficulty picked up the luggage. Would 100% marry him. 

"Ah, yes, let me check my ticket," Glancing at your ticket you told him your seat number which he replied with his cheery laughter as he told, "What a surprise! We are seatmates." 

Oh. Sitting next to a hot man who is also strong and seems nice? Gods are being too nice, now aren't they. 

Reaching your seats you both settled down after the flaming hot man put your luggage in its respective places. 

"I am Kyojuro Rengoku! May I have the honour of knowing your name?" Respective. Getting the wedding ring ready. 

"I am (Name) (Last Name), it's a pleasure to meet you, Rengoku-San." Grinning at him, you answered his question. 

"Hahaha, the pleasure is all mine (Last Name)-San!" His enthusiastic voice is so nice to listen to! You can smell the favouritism of the Gods. 

You both chatted for....you don't know. But whatever, both of your morals were similar but different at the same time. You both also liked food a lot. Food is very tasty. You had also asked about his..sword. 

"Rengoku-san, why do you carry a sword with you?" Pointing at the weapon, you questioned him. Yes, he is handsome, respectful and nice but in no way do you look forward to dying today.

"I am a member of the demon slayer corps! Our job is to slay demons who feast upon the flesh of humans!" Proudly, he explained his job. Also explains how he wants to save people. 

Nodding, not really believing all that demon crap, you were about to ask more about his job when the lights started flickering and a very ugly, I repeat, very ugly monstrous creature appeared. 

"Please! Sit back and leave this part of the train!" Still smiling, he yelled at the passengers as all of them started pushing each other and leaving. One even stepped onto your foot..Fucking bastards.

You would leave too, but... It's not everyday you see such creatures!! And the fact you would get to see more Rengoku-san being strong? Signing up.

Laughing, a half-naked boar man launched itself at the monstrous creature. Is the boar not a monster? You didn't even notice him. 

"THIS IS SO SCARY!!" A yellow-haired boy, who is cute, ran towards the seat you were looking behind from not noticing you. 

...

..

.

"KYAAAA!!!! A BEAUTIFUL GIRL?!!?" Blushing, immediately started proposing to you, not giving fuck about the monster anymore.

"If you bare your fangs at innocent people, my bright red flame sword will burn you to the bone!" Does he ever stop smiling? How do his cheeks not hurt? 

As soon as he finished saying that, a flame-like trail followed his sword as he went for the monsters neck. 

How what how. 

As soon as he chopped the monster's neck off, it started degenerating? Isn't it supposed to just stop moving and not...do that? What the fuck.

"Hey...what was that?" Looking towards the yellow-haired boy as he basked in the attention you were giving him, he said, "A demon."

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"So, you were not lying when you said demons exist." Humming, he looked out the window, the passengers long asleep. 

"What was that flame-like thing that followed your sword?" Curiously you asked him. No bad intentions. 

Chuckling he replied, "That is a breathing style. Every demon slayer has one. I use flame breathing!" 

Slightly tired because you aren't used to talking this much, you fell asleep. At the same time did the rest of the demon slayers fell asleep. 

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The next time you woke up, the train was not on the tracks, passengers were passed out plus the sun was out. Did you really just sleep through such a big accident? 

Groaning, you got up as you slightly touched your head as you looked around for any signs of your new friends, which they insisted. 

Confused, you got up as you heard some wailing and sobbing. Walking that way your breath hitched at what you saw.

( a/n: to make kyojuro survive I will have to change some of his injuries. Don't come after me. )

Rengoku-san was covered in blood yet he was smiling. His eye was smashed and his leg a bit bent over, his left hand's pinky and thumb seemed broken. It also seemed as he had broken a rib.

Sensing someone's gaze on him, he turned your way and smiled sadly at you. 

"(Last Name)-san," He acknowledged you before he could also invite you in his final moments you ran to the passed out passengers and started looking through their luggage. Call you a thief or whatever but you are looking for some medical stuff that could treat Rengoku. 

Grabbing all the stuff you found, you ran towards where Rengoku was and pushed the other demon slayers out of the way, I mean you are a doctor. 

You firstly started to treat his smashed eye because you don't have the right equipment to treat his broken rib, plus if you look closely you can see that the broken rib isn't causing any damage to his internal organs. 

After wrapping his smashed eye you treated his bent-over leg, ouch, that seems like it hurts a ton. 

Applying some ointment onto his bent-over leg and then wrapping it up in bandages you started treating his broken fingers, doesn't seem like they would work any longer. The same goes for his eye.

Never had you worked so fast. Looking up at Rengoku to only see him passed out and just as you were about to get up the black-haired with burgundy tips stopped you and started expressing his gratitude for saving Rengoku's life. 

Patting him on the back you calmly said, "It's my job to save people, calm down. He will live."

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You have been visiting Kyojuro a lot. First reason, you are the one who is treating him and second, you are both... very close friends. He also insisted to call him by his first name. Who would say no?

Reaching his estate, Senjuro welcomed you in and took you towards Kyojuro's room. 

"Big brother is really excited to see you again, (Name)-san!" Senjuro beamed at you. Ever since you saved Kyojuro's life, their house has been more cheery and happy. Even his father is trying to quit drinking and start being better. 

Senjuro pushed you inside the room and ran away to God knows where. Chuckling to yourself you looked around to see Kyojuro looking at you with a light blush on his face. 

When he spoke your life changed. Literally. For the good though.

"You are the most special person in my life. I want you to follow me. I’ll show you a lifetime of happiness! I want to be with you until the day I die. Let’s build a family of joyful smiles together!"

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Sighing happily, you stroked Kyojuro's sleeping face as he nuzzled closer into your neck. 

I guess the Gods were being nice for a reason. 

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I have like no knowledge of how people used to propose to others in the Taisho era and I also don't know the right way to treat wounds so what I wrote of reader bandaging and applying ointment is probably the wrong method. don't come after me.

( where I found the above picture )

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you

[ineloqueent]

hi tina 💞 not sure how easy this is, since my astrophysics knowledge is nearing -273 *C, but you could do mutuals as astronomical sights? comets, planets, galaxies etc... sorry if not!! 💖✨

anna! and anon! you’ve given me a wonderful chance to ramble about space. you may come to regret it, however...

if i’ve forgotten you, please do not take it personally! i didn’t mean to. my mind is just but a glorified puddle :)

@archaicmusings — vega

vega is the brightest star in the constellation lyra, and happens to be my favourite star. don’t ask me why vega is my favourite star, or why lyra is my favourite constellation, because i haven’t got a coherent answer for you. i’ve just always been drawn to them. a bit like cal, really. i feel like we’ve known each other for far longer than just four months, and she’s so lovely that i’m fairly sure i could say anything to her and she’d just accept me for whatever rubbish i’m rambling about this time. and, in the depressing year that’s been 2020, cal has been a bright star.

@drivenbybri — halley’s comet

honestly, is there anything more iconic than halley’s comet? there can’t be much. probably the best known comet of all time, halley’s comet is a short-period comet (and if you’ve read starstruck, you know how much i prefer short-period comets to those long-period comets with their damned 200-year perihelions, even if certain people suggest that this makes them quite special), meaning that it is visible from earth every 75-ish years. halley’s comet last made an appearance in the lovely year of 1986, and will thus appear next in 2061 (i’m so excited for my 59-year-old self!!!). halley’s comet, though well-known, is still a rare breed, so to speak. it is rare, and extraordinarily beautiful that a comet appears to a human twice within their lifetime. sofie is rare, just like halley’s comet, and equally beautiful, both in heart and with that lovely curly hair of hers. i’m honoured to know her, just as i shall be honoured to see halley’s comet one day.

@brianmays-hair — cassiopeia a

cassiopeia a (or rather, the remnant of cassiopeia a) was a supernova within the constellation of cassiopeia. for those of you who do not obsess over interstellar matter the way that i do, supernovae are explosions of massive stars, or white dwarfs drawn to nuclear fusion, within their final stages of life. not much is known about how these explosions necessarily take place, and nasa has only caught on video one such explosion, back in 2016. the most commonly presented image of the remnant of cassiopeia a is a false-colour image, composed with three different wavebands of light. it is, as you can see, very beautiful. supernovae radiate energy and light throughout the cosmos during their existence, and thus having a great effect on the space surrounding them. i therefore liken jess to cassiopeia a because she has a brilliant personality, vibrant and inspiring, which comes across especially in her writing. but of course, the beauty of cassiopeia a has nothing on her.

@deacyblues — sirius

as far as we humans and the scientists among us know, sirius is the brightest star in the observable universe. housed within the constellation of canis major, sirius has always been monumentally important in terms of navigation, since ancient times. i tell pearl this all the time, but truly, i mean it; her outlook on life is inspiring, how she never fails to be positive even in times of great trouble. like sirius, pearl is a light, ever-present within the mindset of living for today, ever-determined, and unfailingly kind.

@joemazzmatazz — black hole

please let me explain before this gets taken the wrong way: I LOVE BLACK HOLES. i specifically want to study black holes, whenever i get the chance to specialise within astrophysics. they fascinate me to no end, with a kind of allure that only the mysterious can hold. furthermore, black holes may be the key to understanding the universe; if we understand black holes, we will be able to make headway on other matter, such as dark matter, and dark energy, the latter of which makes up the majority of the observable universe, and will lead us to astronomical (if you’ll pardon the ill-worded expression, and the unintentional pun) conclusions concerning both the beginning of our universe, and the eventual end. regan, just like a black hole, is a wealth of information, especially concerning the knowledge she harbours about disney, and the business management sector of it. it’s quite truly inspirational.

@im-an-adult-ish — the milky way

ah yes, the milky way. home to all of us. and that is the essence of my explanation here. meredith has such a friendly way about her, and she’s the kind of person you can easily turn to and feel welcomed. a bit like our little corner of the universe <3

@almightygwil — the sun

i think this is probably self-explanatory, if a bit repetitive, but ellie is a ray of sunshine. but perhaps that sells her a little short, because ellie is just so genuinely lovely that she must herself be the sun. her writing talent astounds me (you could say it blinds me, ha ha), and she never fails to be somehow both sweet and very chaotic at the same time. it’s very admirable (and certainly relatable, on the chaotic front). the sun itself, if we think about the surface and the fusion that takes place there, is both the sweetest sight ever seen, and quite chaotic, so i think it fitting that ellie is the sun.

@hijackmy-heart — callisto

callisto is one of jupiter’s moons, and my favourite, because it looks like a piece of the night sky decided to curl up into a ball. i don’t know nat too well, but i know that she’s gorgeous, like callisto, and loves roger taylor. let me explain. jupiter, in roman mythology, is the god of the sky and of thunder. in norse mythology, thor is the equivalent of jupiter, and to me, roger has always had a bit of that typical scandinavian look going, with the blonde hair and blue eyes (not to say that all scandis look like this, but he fits the stereotype :)). nat loves roger, and callisto orbits jupiter, so there you have it.

@six-bloodyminutes — the moon

the moon has a serenity about it, and mo has a knack for telling quite wild things with a most casual air. for instance, according to my sources, when a certain dorm room caught fire (?). mo thus bears this serenity, akin to the serenity i associate with the moon, with equal grace and chaos.

@dancingdiscofloof — pluto

pluto! the not-planet-oh-wait-maybe-it’s-a-planet-jk-jk-unless..? i still think that pluto should be considered a planet, despite the many arguments against the poor sod. pluto was once a planet, and should therefore have remained a planet, for the plain and simple fact that taking away its planethood was like giving a person a present, and then taking it back immediately afterward. anyway. i’m rambling. i also do not know rove very well, but i know that she’s kind, and, judging by the memes she shares, both of ryan gosling and tom hanks, that she is quirky— a bit like our beloved pluto.

@imcompletelylost — aurora borealis/aurora australis

also known as the northern lights/the southern lights, the polar lights, the merry dancers, the fox fires, or swarms of luminous herring (you can thank my ancestors, followers of norse mythology, for that one), the aurora is an astronomical phenomenon precipitated by the complete ring of light surrounding the poles, “which at its brightest has a distinctively green tint” (may, brian, et al. the cosmic tourist. carlton books, 2016.). yes i just made a citation from one of brian’s books. don’t worry about it. anyway, particles emitted from our sun are caught by the magnetic fields of earth’s poles, and thus produce this ethereal effect. but you know what the aurora has always reminded me of? disco lights. and libby is noting if not the queen of disco. oh, and, libby’s makeup talents? the aurora could never.

@aprilaady — butterfly nebula

the butterfly nebula is incredibly beautiful. but also, depending on from which angle it is beheld, it looks quite different. dor will surprise you, in the loveliest way possible (and sometimes the funniest) with a kind word or a joke, or even just a relatable comment. she has so many talents, being rivetingly smart within so many fields, especially the sciences, and in this, conveys multitudes, like the butterfly nebula. one might say her soul is painted like the wings of butterflies...

@doing-albri — solar eclipse

the alignment of the sun, moon, and earth. difficult to see, especially in totality, if you continually live in the same place. but there’s something magical in that alignment, i think. something quite poetic. it’s partially in the name ‘eclipse’ and partially in the nickname— a “ring of fire.” i saw the solar eclipse in august of 2018, and looking up at it, i was quite awestruck. you’re not supposed to stare directly at solar eclipses, because despite the moon overshadowing the sun, you can still damage your eyes significantly by looking at them. vi is so bright, both in her attitude and in her intelligence, and thus i’ve chosen the solar eclipse for her. also, when a solar eclipse occurs, using a piece of cardboard with a hole (or generally any thick-radius circular object with an opening), you can recreate the phenomenon on another surface, resulting in beautiful patterns and light-art, which i think speaks to vi’s eye for aesthetics.

@imalososos — meteor shower

meteor showers are perhaps some of the most beautiful phenomena i have ever seen. back in the summer of 2016, i stayed up all night to watch the perseids rush across the sky, and i was not disappointed, by any means. within the early hours of the 12th of august, an estimated 80 meteors darted across the heavens each hour. meteors, in essence, are clusters of mineral, usually debris from comets, which enter the atmosphere of a planet, and thus seem to shoot across the sky. now, you may be wondering, what’s the bloody blooming difference between meteoroids, meteors, and meteorites, and why are we talking about meteors in particular? well, meteoroids are cosmic debris that have not yet entered an atmosphere; as soon as a piece of cosmic debris enters a planet’s atmosphere, it is classified as a meteor. as for meteorites, nothing is a meteorite unless it strikes the ground. anyway. you didn’t come here for my science ramblings. meteors are also called ‘shooting stars,’ and let’s be honest, they’re space’s idea of art. streaks of light across the sky? sounds like a painting to me, and darya, among many other things, is an artist— and a brilliant one, at that. so i think it very fitting to describe her as the art of the universe <3

@mazzell-ro — saturn

i! love! saturn!!! being the only planet in our solar system with highly visible rings, it just stands out to me. it’s absolutely gorgeous, and an object of much inspiration to me, when i was little and decided that space was absolutely something i wanted to see. i could write an eight-verse song about saturn, i love it so much, and honestly, i think ro could write one too; she’s an excellent musician. but aside from its lovely rings, saturn is unique because its composition, in the ratio of its gases, would allow the planet to float in water. ro is uniquely wonderful, and her writing!!!!!!!! makes me so soft and happy and makes me want to give her the word. quite how i feel when i look up at saturn.

@mistiermistshazierdays — zodiacal light

you may recognise this term as brian’s speciality from when he was studying astrophysics. but what is it? zodiacal light is that strange triangle of light that appears glowing in the sky after twilight and before dawn, and is the subject of much earth-based astrophotography. extraordinarily beautiful, scientists are still not entirely sure what the phenomenon is, but most research and practical experiments are in favour of zodiacal light being sunlight reflected off of cosmic dust (also known as stardust!). now, if my knowledge of ancient greece and its mythology serves me, the name phoebe comes from phoebus, and (thank you google) means ‘bright.’ zodical light… bright… phoebe… you might say it’s a match made in the heavens. quite literally if we’re talking space. phoebe, you kind soul, you are stardust.

@speciallyred — andromeda galaxy

and last, but certainly not least, dear anna. i name thee the andromeda galaxy, partially for your own name, and partially for its poetic beauty. andromeda, the neighbour galaxy of our deal ol’ milky way, is actually about 2.5 million lightyears (15 trillion miles, 22.5 trillion km) away from us, here on earth. call me vain for the number of times i’ve described the beauty of space throughout this rather extended exposition, but andromeda is startlingly beautiful. one reason for this objective beauty is that andromeda is estimated to be home to roughly double the number of stars within our own galaxy. anna is one of the most talented poets i have ever come across, hands down, and what be the food of poetry, if not the stars?

#happy christmas to those who celebrate it!!! #mutuals tag #space

[admdmrtn]

7 with your edith & adam! <3

this took way too long for me to finish i’m so sorry!!!!! AHHHHH thank you for sending one in though! ❤️

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing alt. title: the food is too salty, you must be in love

“—an absolute idiot!”

Adam winces visibly at the sound of loud slamming against what hopefully is merely the countertop before wondering momentarily if he should intervene lest someone gets hurt.

He sighs afterwards, recalling how simply stupid he’s been to have stood outside the apartment for the past few minutes - a duffel bag full of both her and his clothes combined hanging on one shoulder - just trying to work out a good enough clarification for his visit to inform Edith’s unexpected guest whilst also listening to said guest’s disastrous date tales from tonight. From what he had gathered so far, it seems that Officer Poname has had to cut her dinner plans short due to the impeccable stupidity of her evening’s companion and had since decided to come straight to her friend’s home for a venting session.

Unbeknownst to her however was the fact that he and Edith have plans of their own too.

“It doesn’t take a bloody cop to know the difference between dried wine stains and fresh lipstick marks!” Tina groans. When she speaks again, her voice is muffled, possibly from having her face in her hands. “I’ve never wanted to strangle a man—”

“Tina.”

“—hypothetically strangle a man,” the distressed officer corrects herself quickly. “You get what I mean, though.”

“I do,” Edith assures her friend. “Honestly, it’s good he messed up now,” she continues, “saves you the time.”

Tina huffs in resignation before clicking her tongue. “Yeah, I guess,” she finally concedes, a lot calmer than previously.

“And money.”

“Now that,” Tina snorts. “That’s very true— y’know I almost got a Brazilian today?”

As she yarns a new story, Adam focuses his attention onto Edith’s sporadic hums - her verbal cue to let her friend know that she’s listening. He hears the soft beating of her heart, thumping rhythmically in the background like a ritual drum, and smiles lazily to himself.

Ever since their first meeting, it’s not her brilliance in combat or scientific matters that has continuously impressed him. Instead, it’s been Edith’s natural ability to see the silver lining in most things. As stoic and blunt as she may be, she is still undoubtedly one of the most positive persons he’s met; always so full of hope even if she doesn’t express them as openly as others. And Adam’s been left in awe numerous times whenever he sees her work it on someone, even more so when she works it on him.

Before he realizes it, Adam lifts a hand and knocks on the front door. Almost instantly, a shout in reply comes back.

“No one home!”

“Tina,” Edith chuckles.

“Worth a shot,” her friend says dismissively before shouting to the door again, and Adam does all he can this time not to grimace. “One second!”

Amidst the leftover ringing in his ears from her loud, sonorous voice, the locks on the door click before swinging open just as hastily. Tina peers from the inside, her mouth open as if ready for another booming statement but upon noticing who it is before her, it’s left hanging from slight shock.

“Officer Poname,” he greets first.

“Oh!” She exclaims. “Adam, er, sir agent—”

“Commanding Agent,” Edith calls from the kitchen. Adam’s gaze snaps over to where her back is facing them, and he forgets briefly that there was ever someone else in the same vicinity.

“Right, Commanding Agent Adam du Mortain, sir, yes,” Tina grins, winking and clearly having too much fun. “Come on in! Are you here for business or pleasure?”

Adam’s eyes widen for a split second and he quickly recomposes himself, clearing his throat when he replies, as coolly as he can, “just business.”

Edith hums softly, meant only for him to hear; they both know that’s a lie.

Tina raises an eyebrow as she watches him remove his shoes, a habit that’s slowly come to form from the numerous times he’s been over, but she remains quiet before motioning him to follow her.

While walking into the kitchen, he explains to the two ladies present, hoping to sound casual. “Agent Oshiro had instructed that I return the Detective’s belongings,” he says too simply. “From the last time she had visited the Big City Headquarters, that is.”

“Did she now?” Edith asks, eyes not straying away from the vegetables she’s cutting. The slight uplift at the corners of her mouth tells him that she is not convinced - as she should, considering the blatant lie Adam had just pulled out of thin air.

He watches her, comfortable in the kitchen, composed and confident as always. When no attempts are made to further the conversation, Tina claps her hands together, eyes swinging back and forth from Edith to Adam.

“Well,” she announces, “I’ll be in the wee girl’s room if anyone needs me. Or not.” She finger guns to them both, walking backwards before spinning on her heel and skipping away.

Adam barely hears the bathroom door slamming shut even though it’s done so with more force than necessary; he’s much too keen to get closer to Edith. Moving to set the bag down on the island, he then silently makes his way to stand behind her, his hands finding their favourite place on her waist. He leans down right as she tilts her head sideways towards him, offering him her cheek.

He complies without question nor hesitation, pressing his lips onto her soft skin before dragging damn slowly to the little spot just under her ear. Another favourite.

“I’m sorry about Tina,” Edith says, now gently sliding the chopped peppers off the cutting board and into the pot; Adam wrinkles his nose at the pungent smell of it. “I didn’t know she’d come over tonight.”

“A minor complication,” Adam replies, fingers still firm on her, his thumbs carefully kneading into her side while he remains nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Really, all he ever wants tonight is to keep staying this close to Edith - if not closer. But the thought of getting caught by their sneaking guest nags at the back of his head, and he contemplates letting go.

Still, his plans go to foil when he feels Edith leaning into him. When she turns her head to look at him over his shoulder, Adam does nothing to stop himself from meeting her lips with his own.

He sighs, deepening the kiss almost immediately, lifting a hand so that he can hold the side of her face. All these years, of all the things he’s slowly come to accept, Adam has tried over and over to experience once again the pleasure of getting even the slightest bit tipsy; one wine glass after the other, he never would’ve thought that when he does eventually find himself high on intoxication, it’d be off the taste of Edith’s lips. When she moans into him, Adam’s hold on her tightens, wanting nothing more to keep drinking every bit of her.

But then the toilet flushes, the sound making the both of them break apart.

Edith sighs as she turns back to the pot of stew she’s brewing - Tina’s choice. At the same time, Adam glances quickly to the bathroom door as it opens and takes a step back out of caution before whispering. “I’ll be back.”

She looks at him again, unresolved desire looming in the depths of her dark eyes.

“And I’ll be waiting.”

Adam makes quick work to leave, merely explaining that he’s needed somewhere else to Tina when she asks. After he’s gone and Tina’s locked the front door, she sits on the island again, eyeing the duffel bag suspiciously.

“That was nice of him to drop by,” she starts, clasping her hand together on the counter and smiles knowingly to her friend.

“It’s been long overdue,” Edith waves it off with one hand, the other busy scooping stew into bowls. “He must have been tired of me whining about not having time to get my clothes back.”

Tina hums, dragging it like an exaggerated detective would before they bust a culprit. “Huh,” she nods, “so was he also tired of you whining about not making out with him or..?”

A big smile stretches itself across Edith’s lips, and she sticks her tongue in her cheek, shaking her head. Carrying over two full bowls of spicy kimchi stew, she throws a look to Tina. “Shut up or no food for you,” she threatens mockingly.

“No, please,” Tina pouts, “I need the food, I’m starved.”

Rolling her eyes, Edith settles into a stool across the island.

“But really though,” her friend persists. “Impulsive is a good look on you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edith brushes it off as she brings a spoonful of stew to her mouth, blowing at it lightly and then carefully tastes it. The startling saltiness makes her blech, and she makes a face while trying to swallow the hot food. “Weird,” she mutters. “I usually have the recipe down—”

She’s interrupted by Tina chuckling; when Edith glances over, she sees her friend with her own spoon raised. “Das essen ist versalzen, du bist verliebt,” she winks before eating another mouthful of stew - it being spicy, hot or salty not concerning her one bit. “Explains a lot.”

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[crockettmarcel]

Call the Midwife Thoughts 9x02

Vi!!!! he’s just touched it don’t make him put it back!!!!

Lucille having the only brain cell

Also I love how much time she spends in Val’s room... she loves her girlfriend

is someone stealing their milk I-

oh that woman is Yellow. her poor liver

Fred standing by the memorial omg

damn someone please give Trixie a cigarette

BABE YOUR LIVER

I am: in love with Val

she left the child??

“you’ve grown a whole half an inch” damn no one ever says that to me #5footlife 🤘🏼😔

“he’s my third favourite beatle”

I like to think that Phyllis has that face because she’s jealous that she’s not the one going on the date w Miss Higgins

Val has such nice eyes!!!!

HES HAVING A HEART ATTACK

“put the kettle on” okay Val we get it you’re English :)

wow! two girlfriends going to visit the man that neither of them love because they’re actually in love with each other

damn this is really messed up

Val’s dressed like a TfL seat and I’m living for it

there’s no way that woman’s as young as 58 omg

“I remember that mascara” oh dang my mum’s Old old

everyone’s struggling with lent omg

“I think those who struggle with temptation are far more interesting” okay then trixie

can dr turner not see how yellow she is

I know I say this every episode but Val is just so kind and sweet and I love her

MISS HIGGINS’S NAME IS MILLICENT I-

“the whites of her eyes have gone yellow” yeah and the rest of her face has been yellow since the beginning of the episode does no one else have eyes

pretty sure this girl’s a pathological liar...

Trixie’s hair!!! her whole outfit!!!

Val in that stripy sweater!!!!

bitches be lesbians (I’m bitches)

fruitcake sucks but I must say that sneaking down for cake in the middle of the night is a mood

this feels like an episode of house with Laverne’s mum

his prognosis was far from encouraging?? :((

they can’t kill sergeant woolf :(

he knows what it is!!

THOSE ARE THE MILK THIEF’S KIDS OMG

blood letting?? let’s get some leeches in this bitch

gonorrhea???

damn I wish I had a relationship like that with my mum

Tina reminds me of a girl who used to bully me in school

Sister Frances is baby

Kew or Richmond??? damn that’s near me

I think they should go for a romantic walk in Kew Gardens

yes I’m choosing to ignore the fact that he’s very sick

AH! so he’s breaking up with Miss Higgins and she’s going to be heartbroken and go crying to Phyllis and then they fall in love :)

MISS HIGGINS :(((

why does every husband on call the midwife look exactly the same. I swear Laverne’s mans has been in like 100 episodes

Miss Higgins’ flowers have bloomed :)

PHYLLIS ASKED HER TO GO OUT W HER!!!!!

“I was expecting a cafe... or a tearoom” my mum said the same

the lesbian undertones here *chefs kiss*

goddamn it Tina

how has it taken this long for anyone to notice she’s gone

oh she left out the back

ectopic pregnancy!! I don’t think we’ve had one of those on here before

u know what,, good for Tina for doing what’s best for her kids

sister mj: when I was a novice...

my dad: I think that was when Jesus had just gone back to heaven

I like Trixie’s belt

also!!! sister julienne’s growth!!! bc I remember back when the contraceptive pill was first introduced and she was super against it,, and now she recognises its use and I think that’s good of her

Vi got a card from Reggie!!

Patrick burnt the toast,, nice job pal

it’s the thought that counts I guess

Nurse Crane and Miss Higgins are on a first name basis!!! next episode they’ll be married :)

#call the midwife #call the midwife thoughts #ctm #call the midwife spoilers #season 9

[notagoodideatodothat]

Why Veronica Mars broke my heart.

Ok let’s start this. Everything I’m going to write is my opinion, how I felt and my views on season 4. And it’s the first time I’m writing anything that I want to make “public”, but I’m honestly doing it for myself more than anything.

To start with logic, let’s talk about the story of season 4. Some part of the mystery was not too bad, but to be honest it was quite messy. I think it was a bit much for an 8-episodes season and I don’t really think the thing about the Mexican cartel was necessary, and let’s be real, I felt it was a bit racist, but I won’t say more about it because I’m not Mexican/Latina nor American and I don’t feel it’s my place to say anything about it. The bombing of Neptune during spring break could have been brilliant, and the idea of it being link with the debate in town was a great reminder that Neptune was a place with no middle class, which is also the root of the show. But the going back and forth about who the suspects are and the motivation behind all that just confused the hell out of me. I think this is the first issue in the writing of the new season.

The second issue I see in the writing is how Veronica was portrayed. It’s like they forgot who she was, everything she went through and survived. I felt that her relation with Keith is still strong but a bit off; it felt like Veronica was still a teenager. Let’s not mention how she is ignoring and judging Wallace for having a family and a house and showing it as something boring; and the big mess with Weevil. But let’s take a quick second to thank Tina for not getting into this mess. Her friends were so important to her, and that’s also why we loved her. Also her rejecting and making fun of Logan for going to therapy and encouraging her to do the same, like isn’t she suppose to have a degree in Psychology? I couldn’t read the books completely because season 4 came before I could finish them, and I’m not really in the mood for anymore VM right now, but in the movie she was so different than how she was in the new season. The other issue I have, like many fans, is with the alcohol and drug use. Everybody can do whatever they want of course, and even more if everything is legal, but this is so out of character. She was raped because of alcohol and drug. Her mom was an alcoholic and she saw it destroy her family. And this is just in season one. The only time we saw Veronica drinking was in the movie and it was one drink and a beer. If you just really think for a minute you can see the issue. I’ve love this character for a good portion of my life, and I couldn’t recognize her. And I know they wanted to make things more adult, but you can do that without completely destroying everything who’ve built before. Also she has been a PI for so long now, in what world, would she not check her car?  There is just no logic to that and you can’t tell me otherwise. Her relationship with Logan had issues too. Like I said the thing about therapy is problematic. But the whole angry sex scene was so wrong. He’s actively trying to get better, to heal his anger, and the only thing she wants is old Logan, when in the previous seasons, particularly in the third, she was so judgmental of everything he was and did. This is just messy writing, and a lack of consistency. And every problems or fights they had just disappeared and they just didn’t really talk about it. If you want to make Veronica more adult, let’s start with her acting like an adult in a stable relationship, which she was suppose to be at the beginning of the new season. It’s not like we decided that it was who she was, you put her in that place.                             Also telling us that Veronica is more interesting when traumatised, telling that no matter what you do you won’t ever be able to access happiness, that a married woman is not as sexy or interesting; I can go on and on and on. We are in 2019, your show used to be something people brought up when talking about woman on TV, about feminism, and you absolutely destroy that. You just showed us that you know nothing about feminism and what women go through. And the fact that you protagonist is a woman doesn’t change anything about that. A woman doesn’t have to be a survivor of sexual assault to be strong; a woman doesn’t have to be single to be independent; a woman doesn’t have to have multiple sexual partners to be sexy.

But you know what, as a fan of the show for 15years, I was bothered by all that maybe I could have accept it as just flaws, without it completely ruining the new season for me, and hoping they’ll improve her character in a potential season 5. And honestly I thought I was going to rewatched it over and over so I was not really focused on the problems, but on the fact that I was watching new episodes of Veronica Mars, which is something I didn’t think was possible.                     But they had to kill Logan with no respect, the best character of the whole show, no matter what people say. He went from a proper jackass, a bully, and a victim of abuse, to an adult in the process of healing, with a career no one expected. And also, he was not just part of the relationship with Veronica; he was also a character that we loved on his own. Of course he was an awful person at the beginning of the show, but first he wasn’t the only one (let’s not forget Duncan please thank you and Leo who sold the tapes of Lily and Aaron, which apparently everyone in the writers room forgot) and I’m never going to ignore that, but you can’t deny the changes he made, and his real motivation to get better and this is not something you can say about Veronica in season 4. You know what I need as a victim of traumatic event?  To Heal. I’m getting there, it is hard work and this how Veronica should be in season 4, but who was in that place? Logan. But you decided that it was not enough.

I don’t know what happen behind the scene, and I’m not going to speculate about that, but Jason did such a good job portraying Logan, from the start to the end. And his death was unfair, to Jason first, and to the fans. And what was even more unfair, is the lack of closure and grief that was giving to us. We just saw a character that we loved for 15 years blow up after a wedding that we weren’t sure we were going to have and nothing. Of course, I think you can kill major character in show, if the motivations are good, and the death is going to improve the story and/or a character but you have to do it properly. Because otherwise you’re not doing it for the good reasons. I can give you examples of shows that killed major character and did it properly : How to get away with Murder killed one of the main character and we had a whole season dedicated to that death and Laurel’s grief ; Peaky Blinder, and it was quite violent yet still acceptable, proof that you can have a violent end and still do it respectably ; Desperate Housewives killed one of the most important character in one of the last episodes of the show, a fan favourite but we had some time of grief, with a funeral and how every other character had to deal with this death ; Downton Abbey killed not one but two major character in one season ; Grey’s Anatomy is known for killing major character but every time we had closure and grief for us and from the characters ; and to go on the SF side, Game of Thrones did it better than Veronica Mars, which wants to make me laugh. And Glee, for which the death was real, was able to respect their fans, actors, crew and everyone who was devastated by the passing of Cory Monteith.

I completely support that the creators and the writers are free to do what they want with what they created.  I honestly believe that if Logan had to die for the show to keep going; I don’t agree but it was Rob freedom to do so. But there were a million better ways to do it without being disrespectful to the actor, the character and the fans. Because yes, a show without an audience, and without fans is nothing. That is why brilliant TV shows get cancelled and mediocre show can go on for ten years. A vocal fandom and audience is what’s keeping a show alive.  And when you look at the facts, the Veronica Mars fandom is what made everything possible. Without us, Veronica Mars would have disappeared in the world of cancelled show with good potential but that didn’t have a lot of success. I couldn’t give to the Kickstarter campaign, because I didn’t have a bank account at that time but I bought the complete collection of Veronica Mars when I was a broke student, and I can tell you 45€ is a lot of money, I bought my Team Logan t-shirt, I bought the books, I put my money in it because I wanted to show I was supporting Veronica Mars, and I wanted more. As soon as I heard on Kristen’s Instagram that it was coming back, I was absolutely ecstatic. I followed every account on every platform I was on. I commented on Instagram to express how happy and grateful I was and this is something I never do. I couldn’t stop talking about it to my friends, even though they don’t really watch it. The week before the surprise release I was non-stop on Veronica Mars. I haven’t been excited about anything for a long, long time. And it was destroyed in 10 minutes.

And as you know we can fight to have our show back, but we can also do everything we can to make sure that Hulu and Rob, and everyone involve know how we feel. And ignoring us on social media won’t stop us from expressing our thoughts and feelings. And for the first time you can see fans fighting to end the show we’ve been supporting for so long. After season 4, I can assure you that I’d rather give the movie and the books back so my favourite show would not be ruined for me. And if Rob thinks that the mystery is why we were all watching, he is so wrong. Being a PI is part of Veronica’s character, not everything about her. Her relations and the other characters are what we loved about the show. The mystery part of it was nice sometime, and could be well written, especially in season 1, but this was not the heart of the show, no matter what Rob is saying. He says he wants to make a show 100% about mystery and a detective. My mom loves police shows; she watches everything, Murder she Wrote, every fucking CSI, Criminal Mind, Cold Case, really shitty French Show,...and I can assure you she still watches for the characters. Because no matter the story you’re telling, the characters are the heart of it.

The first feeling I had after spending a whole night watching the new season was real sadness. I think I cry for over an hour. I was truly heartbroken. I’m not in a really good place emotionally at the moment and I was so looking forward to this, I cannot even begin to explain what it did to me. The next week I almost didn’t sleep, and I was a real mess. I had some family that was visiting and all I could think about was a fucking TV show. But when the interviews and videos started to come out, I was absolutely pissed. It felt like a betrayal. Telling us this is what we need, saying Logan was a sacrificial lamb, saying Veronica is in that place now, that they’ll be no grieving. We are adult now; we are not children throwing a stupid tantrum. And presenting us as angry fan girl, who are just pissed because our ship is over is so fucking sexist. And even if we are pissed about that, which I also am, what is the problem? We can love a relation and the character, and still be a “good fan”. Also can we talk about how you used Logan and LoVe in the promo, the trailer, all the social media, to make sure the fans who love LoVe where going to watch. This is manipulating your audience, and from the bottom of my heart, fuck you.

I use to associate Veronica Mars with something positive, a safe space, where my problems were not real, now it’s a lot of pain, regret, rage. The only good thing about all that is the community, you know the fans that you don’t care about anymore. People from all over the world; supporting each other, checking on each other, loving each other. You honestly had one of the best Fan Base behind you Rob, and you just gave us the biggest fuck off of all time. You say you made a bet, and that you hope the fan won’t hate you for it. I can tell you, even if you have a season 5, you still lost.      

Because you lost us; and our support.

It’s been a month, and I’m only able to finish writing that now, and it still feels really fresh. I’m still devastated, and angry, and betrayed and so many emotion that I never thought I would associate with Veronica Mars; yet here we are.

And to Rob, and Hulu, of anyone that worked on this, please no more, no season 5, no more social media post. You didn’t give us grieving, so please now leave us alone.

I’m sure it was not really well written, and that I forgot a shit ton of stuff but this is what I think and feel, and if anyone read this, I hope this will maybe give comfort, like reading everyone else’s opinions helped me a bit. Like I said to a dear writer that I love, like always we will get through this together.

@hulu @officialveronicamarsonhulu

#veronicamars #veronica mars season 4 #logan echolls #logan echolls deserved better #jason dohring #vmars revival #burntmarshmallow #weusedtobefans

[miasswier]

miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 8

8: Hold on to Sixteen

Written by: Ross Maxwell Directed by: Bradley Buecker

Overall Thoughts: I don’t know how Glee did it. I don’t know how they spent seven episodes making a giant mess of things, only to bring it all to a conclusion in one of the best episodes it ever made. And yet, they did. Somehow Glee took all those boring, messy plotlines and brought them together for one of the absolute best episodes ever. It’s amazing what the Glee writers can do when they actually set their mind to it.

What I Like:

Where to even begin?

Oh, I know, MY BOY SAM EVANS IS BACK

The amount of interactions that Quinn has with women in this episode! Rachel, Shelby, the Troubletones… It’s amazing! And I so love how it was Rachel who managed to talk Quinn out of her ridiculousness, and then Quinn used that to get Rachel to help her bring the Troubletones back.

Going off this, fuck do I love it that it was Quinn who brought the Troubletones back. It would have been so easy to have made it Finn who did, but thank god they didn’t. I love that scene in the bathroom, and I love that Quinn knows her friends well enough to pre-emptively ask Rachel and Schue about the Troubletones doing a number for competitions. I just love that whole scene, okay?

I know it’s a little happily-ever-after, but fuck if I care, I fucking love how Mike’s story ended up! He didn’t get as much focus as the rest of the plots during these eight episodes, but I’m glad they gave him several scenes to work his plot out. It didn’t feel rushed, which allowed it to be really emotional. Mike’s face when he sees his dad arrive in “ABC” always gets me.

Tina is also the best girlfriend ever and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.

Even though it was also a much smaller plot (much, much smaller), I’m glad they resolved the Blaine/Finn tension. It also happens to make for an awesome scene where Blaine is super angry and super tiny and Finn is so tall and trying to calm him down. Love it.

That it was Santana’s decision to allow the New Directions to join Troubletones if the Troubletones won. It’s such a small detail, but it makes it so much more powerful.

At the strip club when Sam sees Rachel and is like “Rach-RACHEL” and gets all wide-eyed

Sam’s dad being Clark’s dad from Smallville

It’s so funny seeing Blaine and Sam be at odds when you know that they’ll become ultimate BFFs as the seasons go on.

Blaine wagging his finger during “Red Solo Cup” and Kurt looking at him and asking “What’s wrong with you?”

Honestly just Kurt’s judgemental looks during “Red Solo Cup” while everyone gets super into it

The fact that Santana actually kept a notebook of burns for Sam when he came back. Like I’ve said before – Sam and Santana had such a great opportunity to be frenemies, and it sucks they didn’t use it as much as they could have.

The music is so awesome in this episode.

That short scene with Kurt, Blaine, and Sebastian. It’s particularly funny because it makes me think of that Glee crack video where Kurt is like “I don’t like you” and then that song that’s like “I don’t like that bitch” starts playing. I always hear it in my head when I watch that scene.

Barely any Will!

When Sam is telling Quinn about that John Mellencamp song and Quinn is like “please don’t sing”

Sam and Mercedes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! End my entire fucking existence I love those two so goddamn much

I absolutely love the imagery in “We Are Young” of Santana standing by herself after everyone has had somebody come and bring them back into the Glee club, and then Rachel comes over and brings her home. I saw a post (that I can’t currently find) that talks about this in detail, about how much it must have hurt Santana that everyone was so upset over Mercedes and Brittany leaving ND but nobody seemed to care about her. Then all that shit goes down with Finn and her coming out, and it just becomes this giant mess, and she feels so alone, like nobody really cares. And then, this. Everyone is welcomed back, but nobody comes to get Santana. She stands alone, asking someone to carry her home. So Rachel comes, and carries her home.

What I Don’t Like:

Shelby’s scene with Quinn always leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth. She talks down to her, and basically excuses her bad behaviour with Puck. Honestly? Quinn had every right to tell Figgins about Shelby and Puck. What she did was wrong. I’m not sure if it’s actually illegal, but seeing as she’s in a position of power over Puck it makes consent a bit dicey. This was Shelby’s mistake, and yeah, Quinn’s reasoning wasn’t really in the right place (is it ever on TV shows when teachers and students date?), but Shelby was still the one in the wrong. Shelby, and Rachel, make it sound like Quinn would be ruining Beth’s life by reporting Shelby, yet nobody stopped to think that maybe it was Shelby’s selfish and immoral actions that would ruin her daughters’ life instead.

Quinn trying to get back with Sam. I just really don’t dig that pairing, and they still look like literal siblings.

Finn and Blaine fistbumping and saying that they’ve got this during the Troubletones performance. That’s just rude.

Honestly, it was pretty rude of the Troubletones to tell ND before the competition that they’d let them into their club if ND lost. Just tell them after, sheesh.

Songs:

Red Solo Cup: A fun and cracky number. Love it.

Buenos Aires: I really like this song. Plus, Kurt’s “oh my god it’s the gerber baby” will always make me laugh.

I’m a Survivor/I Will Survive: I do like this song a lot. Really, I do. But I mean, it’s no Adele mash-up. They can’t really top that.

ABC: A fun, upbeat song to start off an awesome setlist with! I really like how Tina sang 80% of the song. Yes, Tina! Kill that solo!

Control: I really wish Blaine and Artie did more songs together. Their voices go really well. That being said, this song isn’t a personal favourite. The choreography is awesome, though.

Man in the Mirror: A great way to end off the set, and I like that all the guys who weren’t in “ABC” got a solo! I think this is the first competition in which every member of ND that is on-stage sings at least one solo line (you know, band members non-withstanding)

We are Young: Most of the time, I find end songs unnecessary. Sure, I usually enjoy them, but most of the time I don’t find that they fit the episode well enough. This one, though. This is one of maybe four end-songs that just work so fucking well. It’s so powerful, and just the setting of them all just chilling wherever they are (auditorium? I’m not really sure) and singing because they can and they want to. Then the girls come back and sing with them, and everyone just sings together and is happy and friends. Fuck. I’m not doing the feelings this song invokes in me justice. I just really, really love it.

Final Thoughts: Season three of Glee was a mess. It relied far too heavily on Finn and Rachel’s relationship, and aside from the first eight episodes didn’t seem to be very coherent. Even then, the first eight episodes were coherent, but that didn’t make them good. There are two episodes in those first eight that I purposefully re-watch. This is one of them. This is one of those episodes that I don’t watch with shipper goggles, or that I love because of one specific story. I love all the stories, I love how they all turn out, I love all the characters, I love watching it all unfold, and I love the music. It’s such a strong episode, which I still don’t understand considering what all led up to it. But it is. It really is. And I fucking love it.

#ultimate glee ranking

[xbarrjallenx]

The Only One

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: A drunk and cheeky Newt asked (Y/N) to give him some love once again. Would the latter grant his request before their reunion night came to an end?

Word count: 2.890

Posted: 12th of December 2018

A/N: And here is the third and the final part of Happier! I don’t know how it turned out, but I did my best to give it a fair ending. Please leave some feedbacks, because I really need to know what you think about it, so please please, I am desperately begging you.

My song inspiration for this part is Ed Sheeran’s “One”. It is one of my favourite songs, so please give it a listen. Thank you very much for the love and support!

- G. x

P.S.: Tumblr is having problems with links in the post, so if you want to read the first and the second part, you can go to my profile and search for Happier and Give Me Love in my Masterlist, under Fantastic Beasts section. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience!

Tags: @atlas-of-a-human-soul; @i-ship-it-ironically; @dreacantsleep; @writtenbypics; @themagicforceofmischief; @ann-is-amazing-person; @llealia

“Wha-,” Your eyes grew wide in shock as soon as you heard his request, which was also a kind of a confession, and your heart hastily pounded against your chest. “What? Newt, are you okay?” You were startled, because he wasn’t a very straightforward person before, but his older brother and your best friend just widely smiled to encourage you to believe him.

Give me love like never before, because after all this time, I still feel the same for you.

You were completely confused and your brain suddenly seized by hearing his muffled, but still understandable words. Well, that was the most bemusing thing that you have ever heard in your life.

What did he just say? He still felt the same for you? He still loved you? He wanted for you to love him again? Absurd!

“It’s okay, if you do-,” Newt started his indistinctive mumbles once again, but Leta cut him off as she pushed you closer to him, giggling in excitement. You almost knocked him off his feet, but you thankfully gripped on the table in front of you.

“She’s going with you.”

You swore to Merlin that you have never loathed anyone in your life until that very specific moment. How would you talk to him? You didn’t have any shots of firewhisky to build your courage high, what were you going to tell him?

“Good night!” The couple greeted you as soon as you and Newt bid your goodbye. You rolled your eyes at the sight of their cheeky smiles, but then you just shrugged it off. Newt was still a special person for you, after all.

The journey to Newt’s home was rather quiet and awkward. Many things ran through your clouded mind, but Newt didn’t seem to be bothered by any of his thoughts. In fact, he was being carefree as he hummed to a song that you barely recognised.

Give me love like never before, but how would you if he already had Tina? I still feel the same for you, when did he exactly realise it?

You walked beside him, your steps were serene, but his were messy, obviously because of the drunkenness. The space between you was just right, not too far, not that near either, but sometimes your hand would brush against his and you couldn’t deny that a powerful electricity would still gush through your veins. You longed for him, you longed for his touch and you missed him so much, his confession might be true, but then you realised: he was just drunk. You shouldn’t be too delusional!

“You are too quiet tonight, my (Y/N). What are you thinking about?” Newt instantaneously blurted out, grabbing your icy-cold hand to halt you from walking for a little while.

“Huh?” You were shocked for his direct actions too, mostly for him calling you his, but you quickly calmed down as his hand gave you the warmth that you were searching for ever since you got out of Theseus’ house. The cold winter breeze slightly woke him up, but the circulating alcohol in his system still kept him warm.

“What are you thinking about?” He repeated his question and your heart skipped its beat once again as he tightened his grip on your freezing hand. He still had the same effect on you, he still invigorated you.

“Nothing.” You lied through your teeth and, although you hated on doing it, you retracted your hand from his grasp and kept on walking. You heard him groan in annoyance, but he kept on walking in zigzags.

“(Y/N)!” He childishly whined to call your attention. This wasn’t obviously the Newt that you used to know, but well, ta-da, alcohol’s work, but you loved seeing him act in that way. He slightly made you chuckle, but you quickly stopped it, so you wouldn’t give him the wrong idea.

“What did you drink with your brother tonight, Mr. Scamander?” You raised an eyebrow while you waited for him to be beside you again. “Well, apart from the Champagne.”

“Fire-whis-keey!” He honestly answered, exaggeratedly emphasising every syllable of the word. Oh, what a naughty Hufflepuff!

“Firewhisky?” If it weren’t a night full of surprises! His simple answer suddenly explained why you had a very straightforward Newt Scamander in front of you. That alcoholic drink gifted courage. Every sear that your throat would endure was equivalent to a great quantity of courage. “Theseus, ugh!”

“Actually, it was my choice.” He slightly giggled as he looked at your perplexed, but annoyed facial expression. “It bu-burnt my throat a lot. How did you manage drinking that?”

You just rolled your eyes in response, but your gaze softened when you realised that you were slowly feeling comfortable with Newt once again. After all, you were having a normal conversation right now, as if he didn’t say anything bonkers minutes before. “I was broken hearted and I wanted to forget you. What about you? What is your motive?”

“Forget me?” He playfully scoffed as he remembered the last night you saw each other. “I remember otherwise.”

“Oh, shut up, Scamander!” You vexedly slapped his chest as he continuously teased, but you both burst into a noisy laughter soon after, making some chaos in the serene street you were walking on. “So, what is your motive? Are you trying to forget someone too?”

You avoided his gaze as Tina Goldstein came across your mind. Was he doing the same thing you did when you wanted to forget him? Was he ruining himself too to relieve his broken heart? Did Tina even break his heart? If yes, how could she? Newt was the most amazing person that you have ever known in your life.

He stopped you once again from walking, gripping on your arm this time. “No, stop torturing yourself with your useless thoughts! I did it just because I wanted to have an overflowing amount of courage on doing this.”

Newt nonchalantly pulled you close to him, your body tenderly bumping against his. His warm hand was brought on your crimson red cheek and he suddenly leant in to press a gentle kiss on your quivering lips. Saying that you were flabbergasted wasn’t enough, you never expected for this to happen!

Newt was literally out of his mind, but you realised that you were too, when you chose to flutter close your eyes and move your lips together with his. You missed this, you missed him. Your heart was crazily beating, because of the tenderness of his touch. You were kissing him again, after months of not seeing each other, after months of avoiding each other.

The kiss was so romantic and sweet, needy at the right point. He missed you, he needed you and to deepen the kiss even more, he slithered his arms around your waist, while you brought yours around his neck, slowly tugging your icy-cold fingers in his messy dark-auburn locks. His massive lips gave you comfort and warmth, albeit the bitter taste of the alcohol invaded your taste buds. His touch brought you to another world, a world where all the wrong things seemed so right and the right things seemed so wrong.

“Newt!” You called him out in the middle of your little making out session in one of the serene and quiet streets of London. You loved everything about it, you loved locking lips with him once again, but a little thought rapidly brought you back to the reality. “This is wrong.”

“Your lips and your body said otherwise, love.” Newt cheekily smirked as soon as you pushed him away from you, hands sadly leaving his tousled hair. You wanted to stay in his arms the whole night, but it was all wrong.

You were confused as different emotions wrapped your system: worry, because you still longed for his warmth, although it was erratic and inappropriate; sadness, because he wasn’t yours to hold anymore; agony, because your heart still beat for him even after he hurt you; nostalgia, because the taste that his lips allowed awakened most of your wonderful memories with him.

“Oh, the guy who flirts with you at work. Right!” Newt’s smirk speedily faltered as he remembered something that has been mentioned during the dinner earlier. How could he be so stupid sometimes?

You shook your head in response, hoping that he would understand that the guy meant really nothing to you. “I actually meant your girl, Tina.” You softly pronounced her name and warm teardrops briskly rolled down your face.

The thought of her having the man that you once loved broke you, hurt you.

“You don’t have to worry about her.” Newt assured you with a soft purr as he pulled you close to him once again. “Stop crying.”

“Why?” You asked while he cupped your cheeks with his calloused hand and wiped your hot tears with his thumbs just like how he used to.

Give me love like never before, because after all this time, I still feel the same for you.

His words echoed through the walls of your fuzzy mind once again and you just knew that the time of asking him what he really meant earlier came. After all, he didn’t answer your question regarding his new love interest.

“Newt?” You calmly called and he hummed in response to tell you that he was listening. “What do you even mean when you asked me to give you love like never before?”

Newt considered your eyes and squeezed your cheeks sheepishly. “It’s not that hard to understand, (Y/N).”

“I know, but all of this is bonkers for me, Newt!” You truthfully explained, grabbing his coat’s sleeves to take his hands off your reddened face. “I don’t even know if I should believe you or not.”

“Why is it difficult to believe me?” He eagerly asked and you just unleashed a long and heavy sigh before starting to walk once again. “Is it because I am drunk?”

“Yes,” You confidently and honestly answered. “aren’t you?”

“May I ask you a question, (Y/N)?” He asked as he walked towards your direction, still following you in zigzags. He kept on dropping important topics aside and he started getting on your nerves.

“Answering a question with another question isn’t very respectful, Mr. Scamander,” You sarcastically told him, shaking your head as you saw him struggling to walk properly. “but fire away.”

“Did you really mean what you said to me that night? That you would wait for me until she breaks my heart?” He brought the most improper topic up, still having lots of courage in his store. He never had the chance to ask you about it, he started avoiding you and you started avoiding him, right? This was his time.

You suddenly stopped from walking as you remembered what you told him that night and you suddenly felt a pang in your chest. Why did you do this to yourself? “Should I still wait for a very long time?”

“Answering a question with another question isn’t very respectful, (Y/N).” The cheeky Hufflepuff fired back, copying your statement minutes before. Touché, but couldn’t he be serious for just one time?

“Newton Scamander!” You pouted while you severely scolded him. He just laughed at your actions, but stopped on walking to face you.

“What?”

“You are so miffing!” You whined and you earned more tumultuous laughs from him. He could be very annoying, but he acted that way even when he was sober, so you just shook it off.

Well, he was so adorable when he would enjoy himself and it somehow fluttered your heart, breaking the thick walls that you were slowly building around your heart, in case he revealed you something that would hurt you by the end of your inexhaustible walk.

“But yes, I did mean every single word I said that night. Why would you think that I would lie?” You seriously asked him, making him stop from laughing. “Because I was drunk?”

“Exactly my point, love!” He slightly chuckled while he walked back towards your direction to grab your hand and pulled you as you both walked together. “You know, even though I am drunk, I am still aware of what I am doing, (Y/N), because I know what my heart wants.”

“And what does your heart want?” You curiously asked, considering his bluish-green orbs as you walked hand in hand. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, but he still guided you. Was it you or Newt the drunk one?

“Another request for the night!” He blurted out with a wide grin on his face. He changed your topic once again and he was really trying to annoy you.

This limitless walk with Newt seemed like a very long rollercoaster ride. It was a walk full of ups, downs and loops of emotions.

“Again?” You vexedly whined, childishly pouting.

“You asked me what my heart wants, (Y/N)!” He sternly exclaimed to let you know that he was being serious this time.

“Ugh,” You groaned in annoyance, but your expression lit up as you finally saw his house from afar. It would be his last request for the night. It was too much, but you didn’t want to regret anything else for the rest of your life. Seize the night, just like what Theseus said before the dinner has started. “what is it?”

You both halted on walking as soon as you reached his porch and he leant in towards your direction to mumble something in your ear. “P-Please s-stay with me.”

“S-s-stay with you?” You terribly stuttered while curiosity and anxiety filled your senses. You couldn’t believe that he was requesting such thing from you, in fact you thought it was just one of his lame ways to make fun of you, but when you considered his stunning eyes, he seemed very sober and earnest. “Newt?”

“Yes,” He nodded sincerely with a warm toothy smile plastered on his face. “please stay with me forever.”

“Huh?” You harshly bit your lower lip, unanswerable questions popping in your head. “I don’t understand. How about Tina? Where is Tina? Why are you asking me this? What are you, Newt? Insane?”

Newt just shook his head in disbelief, letting go of your hand as he pulled you close to him. He was so touchy, still alcohol’s works, but you loved it when he welcomed your body in a lighthearted embrace.

“You might have noticed that I was happy with Tina that time, but the truth is that I am happier with you, (Y/N).” He truthfully confessed while he lovingly caressed your hair with his fingers. His voice was gloomy, but honest. He was hurt when you walked away from him that night, because that was when he realised that you were his everything. He realised that leaving the only person that he loved the most was the greatest mistake that he has ever done in his life and he wanted that person back. He needed you back. “I only have these eyes for you and I realised how important you are to me.”

You were important to him? That confession overwhelmed you even more. He still wanted you in his life and you were having mixed emotions once again, but this time, you could barely explain to yourself what you were exactly feeling, but happiness was surely dominating.

“Did she break your heart?” You calmly asked, being as stupid as Newt when he pointed out the guy who flirted with you at work during a very serious moment.

“All my senses came to light, (Y/N).” He softly mumbled as he left a sweet kiss on your temple. You shut your eyes as you enjoyed Newt’s presence, smelling his perfume as you buried your head on the crook of his neck. “I still love you, (Y/N).”

He still loved you! He still did and that moment seemed so surreal for you that you were so afraid to let him go, because you thought that might just lose him again. It seemed like a very unrealistic dream, because he took you back to him in just a heart beat. You were back in his arms, you were back in your own home.

“A-are you staying?” His voice nonchalantly broke, confidence and courage slowly deflating when he didn’t hear you answer back. “(Y/N)?”

“I love you too, Newt, and I am absolutely staying with you!” You suddenly hugged him back, snaking your arms around his torso tightly. He wanted you back and, it was useless to not grant his last request, because you wanted him too, you needed him too. “Please don’t ever leave me again, Newt.”

You kept your eyes solidly shut and your grip around his body was even tighter.

“I already made a mistake when I left you once, my little (Y/N). I wouldn’t forgive myself if I made another one.” He honestly muttered, planting a kiss on the top of your head while some choked sobs left his lips. The fear of completely losing you was still fresh in his mind.

“Newt, my love,” You comforted him by rubbing his back with your hands. “I am here now.”

“And I promise I’ll never leave again,” He proudly pledged, both of your hearts beating as one. “because you are the only one, my only one.”

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that fake-dating fic u just posted looks so good - do you have any other fav fics like that where they pretend to date ??

Hey Nonnie, oh yes, I do. It’s my favourite trope, so I know lots of pretend relationship fics :-) Please find a list below. Hugs, Marjan

01 Attachment by @caramelcoffeeaddict/CoffeeAddict80

Blaine’s co-workers are constantly trying to set him up on blind dates. To get them off his back, he tells them he already has a boyfriend. They insist he brings the boyfriend to the office Holiday party.

A Little Confession by @sheepassisted/Fyrmaiden

Blaine suggests that he and Kurt could earn some easy money by taking part in a psychology study that he found the flyer for. Kurt isn’t sure, and it doesn’t go quite as planned.

All I Need by @blainesdevon/hwespn

���I think you should kiss me,” Kurt spoke softly but with a bit of teasing in his voice, “y'know, just in case that guy is watching." 

A Real Keeper by @whatstheproblembaby

Prompt: kurt and blaine are just friends but to go to a family reunion one of them (doesnt matter which) needs to have a date.

A Thanksgiving Arrangement by @alilactree

Afraid to admit he was just dumped, Kurt hires an actor to play his lawyer boyfriend during the Thanksgiving holiday at his parents’ house.

Collapse by @somethingfishyfan/morethanwords

Coffee in hand, Kurt virtually collapsed into his chair at his local coffee shop. He’d lied to his father about having a boyfriend.. and now his whole world was about to come crashing in around him. He was in trouble. Unless Blaine would agree to help him out?

Delusions of Grandeur by portmanteaux

AU where Blaine and Kurt didn’t meet until after college in New York. Rachel unexpectedly sees Jesse at work and gets herself into a sticky situation. She needs a fake boyfriend, and Blaine is too nice to say no. Kurt and Blaine (and Jesse) manage to get a little jealous in the process. Nothing too explicit or heavy, largely tongue-in-cheek. Originally written as part of a longer story, but I think it works better as a standalone.

Fake Relationship by @nineofhearts4

movie stars!Kurt and Blaine

False Marriage; True Love by @gleekforkurt

Blaine Anderson is a hot shot music producer who was discovered at a young age. Now he runs his music comopany in New York City; his office building right across the hallway from Vogue’s. Blaine has a problem, he is about to be deported back to Italy. One day Blaine and his team come up with an idea to have Blaine get married in order to save his citizenship. Blaine isn’t excited about the idea, but that soon changes when he bumps into a chestnut haired boy after work one day.

Father Knows Best by @nadiacreek

To avoid being forced into arranged marriages, best friends Blaine and Kurt decide to pretend they’re already married — to each other.

Finally Found the Boy by @whatstheproblembaby

Based off my tags on this Tumblr post: #okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who’s lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END

Instant Boyfriend by @scrapmom2112

One minute Kurt is having coffee and minding his own business and the next he has a boyfriend…what? AU. Just another way for Kurt and Blaine to meet, and it’s at the Lima Bean, of course.

Klaine Advent 2016 by @slayediest/notarelationship (just practising)

A collection of Klaine Romance drabbles for the 2016 Klaine Advent.

Kurt and Blaine Wake Up Married by @seeroftodayandtomorrow

A drunk marriage in Vegas, a divorce temporarily out of the question and his new husband someone he’s been a fan of forever: Blaine Anderson’s week just got a lot more exciting. If only he wasn’t still so hung up on his ex…

life is a song (i want you to sing to me) by @luthien82

AU-ish - Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since college. They would do anything for each other, which Blaine proves when Kurt confesses he has to go home for a wedding - a wedding where everyone expects him to bring his long time boyfriend. The thing is: Kurt doesn’t have one. But he has a Blaine, who is willing to help. Enter one group of crazy, well meaning friends, a week full of wedding preparations, and lots of sexual tension and you’ve got yourself a mix that’s just bound to blow up in their faces… 

Loving Arms by @heartsmadeofbooks/LauGS

Desperate times call for desperate measures. When Blaine’s heart gets broken again just before he was supposed to introduce his boyfriend to his entire family, he is too humiliated to show up alone at the Andersons’ doorstep. Cue Kurt Hummel, a beautiful prostitute with nothing left to lose and a farce that will change their lives. 

Lucky by @antarcticbird

Blaine needs a little help and Kurt is there. That’s how it all starts.

Make the Yuletide Gay by @razorsharpquill (WIP, Klaine Advent 2018)

When the invitation comes, Blaine Anderson is delighted – he can’t think of a better way to usher in the holidays than an impromptu Warbler reunion to celebrate one of their own getting married. Unfortunately that includes ALL of the Warblers, including his ex-boyfriend Sebastian. Avoiding the ex might just call for drastic measures – and Blaine knows just the man for the job. [Written for Klaine Advent 2018.]

Marriage in Dignity by Verseau_87

Kurt and Blaine grew up in rich families. Both from a long line of rich family names, they decided to marry each other when they were teenagers, to further themselves. Their marriage is a sham, they aren’t in love…but when tragedy strikes, it throws them together in a strange way, then suddenly their marriage seems to be working…hmm

Mystery Man by @alexwhitney

Kurt’s date to his boss’ Christmas party, who he’s been telling everyone about, doesn’t show up. Blaine decides to act like he and Kurt were supposed to be each other’s date, so Kurt won’t be embarrassed in front of his boss and coworkers.

Only Pretending (Or Not At All) by @little-escapist​

Kurt gets an invitation to a New Directions reunion, but he’s not sure he wants to go: he’s the only one not in a relationship. His roommate Blaine gets an idea - he can pretend to be Kurt’s boyfriend for a week!

Kurt is doubtful, because he happens to be in love with his roommate, but he agrees. He can have this one last thing, maybe he’ll get to kiss Blaine, and then he will move on from Blaine for good.

Play Pretend by @nineofhearts4

Kurt has spent the better part of the last five years half in love with his best friend Blaine. What will happen when Blaine has to get married in order to inherit his grandparents money?

Portraits by @ungoodpirate

“I need you to be my pretend boyfriend.”

Blaine nearly chokes. “You need me to be your pretend boyfriend.” What the hell kind of request was that? And how ready Blaine would be to say yes if only the word ‘pretend’ was struck out.

Kurt sighs in understanding of how ridiculous and rom-com the request sounds. With a chagrined smile he replies, “Yes.”

The Band by @crownofsilverstars

Kurt, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana were born years earlier. It wasn’t acceptable to be gay, so they made a pact with one another. They would use each other to hide who they really loved. Oh, and they also formed a band, got famous, and had kids.

The Endless Tango of Love and Money by @seeroftodayandtomorrow

When Kurt Hummel hires escort Blaine Anderson to play his boyfriend at a family gathering, he sets in motion a chain of events that ends up with them living together for a year, posing as boyfriends, and struggling with jealous relatives, dancing, money, and love.

Once again inspired by, and very loosely based on a German novel I read a long time ago.

The Right Man for the Job by @trickydeepforest

There is no way that Kurt is going to Tina’s wedding still single.  He doesn’t want to give Adam the chance to say ‘I told you so’.  He thought about hiring someone from one of those services, but there’s a fellow student at NYADA that might fill the role better. 

They’re to remind you I love you by @kloffee

After Kurt and Blaine break up, they pretend to be a couple at Rachel and Finn’s Christmas party.

They say the key to a happy marriage is to marry your best friend by SinceWhenDoIWriteFanfic

Blaine Anderson realizes that, in order to access his trust fund, he needs to be married for an entire year. Luckily, his best friend is always willing to play along with whatever plans he thinks of. Based off of a GKM prompt.

Those Summer Nights by @thelilacfield

Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry are the power couple of Hollywood, madly in love and smiling for the cameras. But in private, their marriage is one of convenience and friendship. Until Rachel decides to hire a young and gorgeous pool boy and Kurt starts to wonder if he wants this for the rest of his life.

Through the good time and the bad, you’re the best I never had by @daydreamerlily

Kurt gets invited at his high school reunion and he doesn’t have a date. Fortunately for him Blaine has a solution: he’ll be his plus one. The fact that he’s had a crush on his long time best friend could mess everything up… or maybe not. 

Truth Time by @antarcticbird

luckyjak prompted: Klaine, pretending to be dating before actually dating. :) 

Walking on Sunshine by @somethingfishyfan/morethanwords

It’s Burt and Carole’s wedding anniversary party and Kurt needs to find a boyfriend to take home with him, fast… oh, and preferably one who’s called Blaine Anderson.

What Is This Feeling? by @whatstheproblembaby

Fake dating AU. Kurt needs a date to his work party, and Blaine volunteers. This turns out pretty danged well for him. 

#klaine fanfiction #fake relationship #fic finder #klaine #Klaine fanfic

[darriness]

Fic - Like You Wanna Be Loved 5/16

Author: darriness

Word Count: 2200

Summary: Bowling!

Author’s Note: Thanks as always to my beta - @darrenismydarcy!

AO3 Link

The idea to offer to drive Blaine and his sister on Friday night had come to Kurt at the end of glee club on Wednesday. Blaine had been adorable during rehearsal - bouncing around, smiling easily, and cracking jokes with Sam and Mike. Kurt had gotten caught up in the jovial atmosphere and had just decided to go for it on a whim.

“Hey Blaine?” He had asked as the group disbanded. Blaine had turned to him with his eyebrows raised in question and a smile still on his face, “I was wondering if you and your sister wanted a ride to bowling on Friday.”

Blaine had paused in the middle of reaching for his bag and looked at Kurt like he didn’t quite understand the question before shaking his head and smiling again, “Ummm yeah, sure. That would be great.”

Kurt had smiled and nodded his head. He was getting good at this.

He now finds himself standing in front of an apartment building, nervously fixing his outfit for the tenth time in the last five minutes. Blaine lives in a nice neighbourhood but Kurt will admit to being a little surprised when Blaine had told him his address was an apartment. Not that there's anything wrong with apartment living, it’s just Blaine always dresses and comes across...well, like he comes from money.

Kurt immediately chastises himself for his thoughts. How judgemental of him? He shakes his head to clear it of ridiculous thoughts before making his way into the building.

He’s just about to ring the buzzer for Blaine’s apartment when the door opens and an elderly man exits, “Here to visit a friend?” The man asks and Kurt nods, “Well then in ya go. Have fun.” The man gestures Kurt in and Kurt smiles his thanks even though he feels like the man probably shouldn’t have done that. Kurt’s never lived in an apartment but the fact that there is a buzzer system leads him to believe opening the locked door for a stranger probably isn’t the safest.

The lobby of the building is clean and simple. Decorated in blues and greys, it’s nondescript but neat and tidy and Kurt feels comfortable in the space. He takes the elevator to the eighth floor and finds apartment 831 easily. He takes one more deep breath, and fixes his outfit one more time, before knocking on the door. He smiles at the music note hanging below the peephole. Blaine’s entire family must be musical.

The door opens and finds himself looking at no one (but does see what appears to be a tidy living room) before he adjusts his eye level and looks down to find a girl leaning against the door jamb. The girl is obviously Blaine’s sister. Her hair colour is exactly the same as Blaine’s, except her’s is straight while Blaine has mentioned on more than one occasion that, while his hair appears straight, it’s gelled into submission and is actually extremely curly (Kurt had added that as item number fifteen to his ever-growing ‘Blaine’ list).

Kurt would have to look more closely to find more specific similarities but she just LOOKS like Blaine. Except for her eyes. While Blaine’s are a warm honey-hazel colour (item number one on the ‘Blaine’ list), his sister’s are a cool blue.

It’s those cool blue eyes that are observing him just as he observes her. He almost jumps when he catches the look in her eye and she raises an eyebrow at him before smirking, “You must be Kurt.” She says.

Kurt coughs, “And you must be Annie?” He guesses. Blaine has only mentioned the name of his sister once.

Blaine’s sister rolls her eyes with a sigh and Kurt feels like he’s being sassed...he’s not sure he likes it, “Annie is what my loser brother calls me. My name’s actually Bethany.” She provides, looking behind her when she references Blaine and Kurt realizes it wasn’t him she was sassing but her big brother.

“Oh.” Kurt says for lack of anything better, “Sorry.”

Bethany shrugs, “Not your fault.” She says before turning around, “Blaine! Your boyfriend is here!”

“Annie!” Comes Blaine’s voice in reprimand from somewhere in the apartment, and then he’s coming down the hall. He’s wearing bright red capri pants, a white and blue polo complete with red bowtie, and dark blue boat shoes. Kurt kind of loses his breath though he’s not sure it’s because of the way Blaine looks or Bethany’s comment.

Bethany giggles as Blaine comes up behind her, “I’m just kidding!” She says, “We like to poke fun at each other.” She says to Kurt with a wink and Kurt chuckles as his heart rate settles.

“Yeah and sometimes we actually poke.” Blaine says, reaching his arms out to poke his sister’s sides. She squeals and begins to swat him as the pair laugh. The interaction makes Kurt slightly jealous, having never grown up with a sibling. He’s got Finn now but he has a feeling their relationship would have been different if they had grown up together.

Blaine and Bethany stop wrestling and Blaine turns to Kurt, “Sorry about that. Hi!” He says with a smile.

“Hi.” Kurt smiles back.

“Hi?” Bethany says and it’s then that Kurt realizes he and Blaine have been staring at each other for an indeterminate amount of time. He turns to find Bethany smirking at them and he instantly feels himself blush.

Blaine sighs, “Annie, go get your shoes, please.” He says and Bethany smirks at him before doing as she was asked. Blaine turns to Kurt once she’s gone, “Sorry about her.” He says with an eye roll.

Kurt chuckles, “I think she’s cute.” He says.

Blaine smiles, “Yeah. She is.” He says, fondly, with the love an older brother has for his younger sister in his voice.

“Are your parents home?” Kurt asks.

Blaine waves his hand, “Nah. They’re at an event tonight. That’s why I have Bethany.” He says. Kurt ‘ah’s and is about to ask what the event is when Blaine turns sharply to look back into the apartment, “Annie, let’s go!” He calls.

“Coming!” Bethany shouts before she’s there, pulling on a blue hoodie over her t-shirt.

“Ready to go?” Blaine asks with a smile at Kurt.

Kurt nods, “Ready.”

-- -- --

The trio is greeted warmly when they get to the bowling alley. They’re the last ones to arrive and the group has already split into teams. Kurt and Blaine end up on different teams with Bethany joining Blaine. Other members of Blaine’s team include Tina, Mercedes, Sam and Finn while Kurt’s team consists of Rachel, Mike, Brittany, Santana, and Artie.

Bethany immediately fits in, having the same easy going temperament as her brother, but she also has no problem trash talking or sassing Santana as good as she gets despite her age. Kurt can tell the group is impressed with her and if he’s not mistaken, as the night goes on, he sees the beginnings of a crush on Finn developing. He knows Rachel sees it too if the sulking she begins to do is anything to go by. Kurt finds it hilarious and does nothing to stop either Bethany from sitting close to Finn, or Rachel from huffing. He should probably tell Rachel to get over herself and realize she’s upset at a nine-year-old but for now it’s providing entertainment.

Blaine’s team ends up winning the first game and the group decides to get snacks before game two. Blaine sits next to Kurt with his nachos and offers some to Kurt, “Thanks.” Kurt smiles, taking a nacho and chewing. Artificial cheese has never been his favourite, but the idea of Blaine sharing his food makes him tingle so he doesn’t want to refuse.

“Sorry for beating you.” Blaine says with a frown and exaggerated puppy dog eyes.

Kurt laughs, “No, you’re not.” He says which causes Blaine to shrug with a smile, “But we’ll get you next time.” He says, and his heart skips a beat when Blaine winks.

“You’re on.” He says, offering the paper container of nachos. Kurt takes another one with a nod of thanks.

“Hey Blainers!” Bethany says, jumping onto the chairs behind the ones Kurt and Blaine are sitting in, and sitting on her knees to lean over the back. Kurt and Blaine turn, “Can I have money for the arcade?” She asks.

Blaine grimaces, “Not tonight, Annie.” He says and Bethany sighs.

“Okay.” She says with downcast eyes before sliding off the chairs and walking away.

Blaine sighs as he watches her go, “I better go talk to her.” He says and Kurt nods as Blaine gets up to follow his sister down the aisle of worn red carpet.

“So how’d you do it?” Tina asks, taking the seat Blaine had just vacated.

Kurt pulls back in surprise, as he had been watching Blaine retreat and had not noticed Tina’s arrival, “How’d I do what?” He asks.

“How’d you get Blaine to finally come out?” She asks.

Kurt shrugs, “I just...asked him.” He says.

“I know how he did it.” Santana says as she sits down behind the computer, resting her knee against the table and bringing her soda straw to her lips, “He showed Blaine his ass in those ridiculous tight pants.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “I did not.” He says.

Santana shrugs, “If at any point you’ve walked away from him? He’s checked out your ass. That is a fact. He’s a gay guy and you’ve got a great ass. It’s not rocket science. Of course he’d say yes to going out with you.”

Kurt’s not sure where to start with Santana’s statement so he just settles on, “We’re just friends.”

Santana smirks, “For now.” She says with a wink as the rest of the group starts to congregate for the next game.

Kurt hopes the blush on his cheeks isn’t too obvious.

-- -- --

Kurt pulls to a stop in front of Blaine’s apartment building later that night and both he and Blaine turn around to find Bethany asleep in the backseat. Blaine smiles, “She had a good time.” He whispers.

Kurt smiles at her and nods, “It would appear so.” He whispers before turning to look at Blaine. It’s strangely intimate in the car with only the light from the streetlamp outside and the need to whisper because of Bethany sleeping. Blaine looks soft and handsome, “And you?” He asks.

Blaine turns to look at Kurt, and Kurt is once again rendered breathless by Blaine’s eyes. In the soft light they look like warm pools of milk chocolate and yet they seem to sparkle like Blaine’s eyes always seem to be able to do, “I had a great time.” He says.

Kurt swallows as the car goes silent and he suddenly feels a pull in his chest to get closer to Blaine. They’re staring at each other and Kurt can’t help his gaze as it drops to Blaine’s lips before pulling back up. Blaine’s eyes have taken on a dreamy quality and Kurt becomes aware of the two of them getting closer and closer.

Could this be it? Could he be about to have his first kiss? God, he hopes so. He’s equal parts terrified and exhilarated by the idea and he’s just thinking he should probably close his eyes (should he do that before the kiss or during?) when Blaine’s eyes widen and he’s pulling away sharply.

“Bethany and I should, ummm...get inside.” He says.

Kurt suddenly feels cold and his mouth drops open slightly as he stares dumbly at Blaine who scrambles to get out of the car without waiting for Kurt’s response. He opens the back door and rouses Bethany with a shake and a quiet call of her name. The sleepy nine-year-old rubs her eyes as she sits up.

“We’re home?” She asks.

“Yeah.” Blaine says, “Let’s get inside.” He says.

Bethany nods and goes to slide out of the car before stopping and turning to Kurt, “Thanks for the ride, Kurt.” She says.

“You’re welcome, Bethany. It was great to meet you.” He responds even though he still feels off balance from the previous few minutes.

Bethany smiles as she slips out from under Blaine’s arm and gets out of the car, walking toward the door to the building with a stretch. Blaine still has his head leaning into the backseat and he doesn’t quite meet Kurt’s eyes as he says, “Thank again for the ride. I’ll...see you at school.” And then he’s gone, catching up to Bethany as the pair enter the building.

Kurt’s head is spinning. What the hell just happened? He can’t help but feel rejection settle into his chest and he actually presses a hand against it to try and relieve the pressure. Maybe he’d read everything wrong? He shakes his head. That can’t be it. He may be new to this, but all of the signs were leading to that one thing.

So what happened?

He looks up at the building for a second, hoping it might give him some answers, but when none are forthcoming, he puts the car into gear and drives away with a sigh.

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[ericdesmarais]

The Teapot Chicken - Heroes, Legends, Fairies, and other Absurdities

The Teapot Chicken - Heroes, Legends, Fairies, and other Absurdities

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In a realm of magic, in a time of heroes; lived an old cantankerous wizard named Myrka. Despite living in an ideal little village, close enough to the castle to buy anything she needed but far enough not to be disturbed, she hated people. Wanting nothing more than to be left alone in her small, comfortable cottage, to drink tea and read her books.

Unfortunately, as a Wizard, people always seemed to need her to heal something, fix something, find something, or just stop some ultimate evil.

Because of the drain on her time, people were constantly touching her things. They’d come into her home begging to turn their children back from frogs. (Despite the fact that those same children had been warned that kissing an enchanted frog was a terribly dangerous idea. She’d even done a very informative talk at the local schoolhouse.) While they were inside they’d start touching things. Leaving fingermarks all over the wizard’s books, paintings, or teapots.

One day, after one of the ungrateful townsfolk had a second head removed (How’d she get the second head? That’s another story and the wizard didn’t care to ask.) they touched her favourite teapot, a dainty little china number with pastel blue flowers. The dark black smears on the spout of the teapot made the wizard’s stomach roil and she had to throw out a perfectly good pot of tea.

The wizard finally had enough and decided to enchant the teapot. She took her time in deciding how, but finally settled on making the teapot turn into a chicken when touched by anyone but the wizard or her family.

Why a chicken you ask? Well they’re both cuddly and vicious at the same time. Like tiny dragons, with feathers. She named the teapot Tina and could be seen absentmindedly stroking its spout and lid while reading.

One day the ruler of the land decided she wanted something from the wizard. Despite the wizard doing everything in her power to make people think she wasn’t powerful, word had gone around and Queen Renelle the Sixth needed something.

The Queen didn’t send a messenger or a knight to bring the wizard to her, no; she and her personal guard, court wizard, royal band, and half her court, showed up one morning on poor Myrka the wizard’s doorstep.

The small cottage was only able to accommodate the Queen and two of her guards.

“Would you like some tea Your Majesty?” Myrka asked forgetting the rituals of the court. She had always been more interested in the workings of the magical universe, so it’s understandable that she not know that, in that queendom, when the Queen visits, she must serve her host.

Before anyone could say anything, the queen picked up the teapot, yes that one, and started to serve tea. The events that followed saw the Queen soaked in scalding tea regurgitated by an angry chicken, and the wizard imprisoned for attacking the Queen. Tina hovered off in a huff, pecking several guards on her way out.

The Queen promptly forgot about the Wizard, who was placed in the deepest part of the dungeons. So deep as to have no guards, light, food, or drink. Just a rotting smell from the other prisoners.

Thankfully for the wizard, Tina the teapot was fond of her. The little teapot forced herself into chicken form and made her way to the dungeons. It’s amazing how little attention people will pay to a random chicken and how a strong peck to the nose will dissuade predators.

The valiant teapot freed the wizard from the dungeons and the two headed back to their little cottage.

The thought of cursing the Queen came to the wizard’s mind, but in the end she decided that wherever there was a curse there was always a pesky hero trying to break it. Instead she cast a spell making everyone in the castle forget that she existed.

To avoid the same situation happening again, the wizard enchanted her cottage. The next time a royal knocked on her cottage, the entire thing sprouted legs and ran away.

The moral of this story is simple: Always warn your guests about spells placed on your dishware. Also, don’t bother a wizard while they’re relaxing with a cup of tea and reading.

Heroes, Legends, Fairies, and other Absurdities are the expanded versions of stories I’ve told my daughter at night before bed. They’re short, silly, and were completely improvised in the telling.

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[cilldaracailin]

A Kind of Magic

Here is the next part for you all :)

7

“We begin to realize that it will take something more powerful than we are to relieve our suffering. This is what we’ve been missing all along – a source of hope.”

“I am feeling good mam, I promise. You have already heard about the mammoth sleep I got and Robyn and I have eaten some food and I have taken my pain killers.”

“Are you sure love?”

“Mam I doubly promise. I am doing really good. I feel really a lot better. Robyn and I are just relaxing on her couch right now watching some TV.” Taron looked to Robyn as she sat beside him, both using the cushion between them as an arm rest, their legs beside each other as they rested on the poof, Robyn’s crossed at her ankles. She was able to hear the conversation between him and his mam and Tina had asked multiple times if Taron was ok. They had already been speaking for nearly forty minutes as Taron talked him mam through his last two days, Robyn listening in, flicking through Netflix, cringing a little when her home screen had Eddie the Eagle pinned to her favourites, hoping Taron hadn’t seen it.

“Taron…”

“Mam I promise.” Assured Taron. “I am so much better than when I was in the hospital. I can get up so much more easily and let me tell you Robyn’s shower is insane. Helped to ease some of ache and she makes great cookies too.” He gentled nudged his knee with Robyn’s. “Second place in Kilcreen bake off.” He laughed.

Tina enjoyed hearing her son laugh. “It’s so good to hear you laugh Taron. Really good and I am pleased beyond belief that you are being fed cookies.” Satisfied that Taron was sounding more like himself and had slept and ate something, she was keen to speak to Robyn, now that she knew the truth of what she had done for her son. “Any chance I can talk to the cookie maker now?”

Taron looked to Robyn. “Mam wants to talk to you.” Robyn nodded and held out her hand for the phone and Taron handed it over to her, leaning further down into the cushion so his head was closer to Robyn’s shoulder so he could hear the conversation.

“Hey Tina.”

“Hello Robyn. Taron listening?”

“Yep.”

“Of course he is.” Robyn looked down to Taron, who was giving her his most innocent look. “Did he tell me the truth? He is ok right?”

“He is ok Tina. Sore and tender and is still pretty tired but he is walking and talking and looks so much better then when I last saw him and he’s been singing.” Robyn could hear the smile on Taron’s mam’s face once she said that and she had to move over on the couch as Taron went to gently poke her. “He’s taken his pain killers, he had eaten some food and is smiling.” Robyn had to get up off the couch as Taron went to try and poke her again and she turned to look at him and pointed a finger at him to stay while raising her left eyebrow. “He looks good Tina.” Robyn made her way into the kitchen leaving Taron on the couch. She leant against the island so her back was to Taron and she was facing the fridge. “I don’t know if I should apologise to you or not for the fact that he came to see me rather than going home to you Tina. I can only imagine how hard that has been on you considering what your son has been through. You must have been desperate to see him after he spoke to you.”

“I am going to take a guess that you and Taron haven’t actually had a chance to talk to each other yet, considering he has been asleep for the majority of his time with you.”

“Well no not really. We briefly spoke in my office but, yeah not so much.”

“Well let me clear the air quickly with one thing Robyn, I helped Taron to book the flights to get to you. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have my son here with me so I could look after him but I know why he needed to go and see you but I don’t think you will understand why until you both have taken the time to speak to each other. Also, I know he is in safe hands with you, very safe hands considering it was your hands that saved my sons life. I don’t think I have actual words that I can say to you that explains how thankful I am that you were in that 7/11 with Taron and how you selflessly took care of my son and risked your life to save him.” Robyn could hear Tina getting emotional on the phone. “And it fills with me dread every time I think about what would have happened to him, if you didn’t do what you did.” Tina stopped to take a calming breathe. “So yes, believe me, I am desperate to give my son a hug, but he needs you more at the moment and I know you need him too as you two have been connected by something that no one else can understand. He will come home to me when he’s emotionally ready and will probably want to leave once I refuse to let him go.”

“I doubt that. Taron adores you. Been worried that he hadn’t called you sooner and I know he is eager for a hug too.”

“You will have to give him one for me instead. Robyn, I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you. Thank you for looking after him in the 7/11 and thank you for looking after him now. He needs someone to look after him.”

Robyn turned to look to her couch to see Taron almost hiding behind it but she could see his eyes as he looked her way. “Everybody needs someone to look after them.”

“You do too. Taron is very good at looking after his family and I know he will consider you part of his family now, let him help you too.”

“He already has.”

“Good I am glad to hear that. You have let Taron into your home and you are always welcome in mine Robyn. In fact, I insist that you will come and visit us. You will come and visit us and knowing my son, he will make it happen. As much as I need to hug my son, I want to give you one too.”

Robyn smiled. “Well Wales is pretty close to Ireland.”

“Yes, it is.” Tina paused. “Thank you, Robyn, for everything. I meant it when I said it to you last week when you first called me that it’s very rare for Taron to meet someone who genuinely cares without question, who I know won’t take advantage of him and I know without a doubt that’s you.”

“Thank you Tina, though I might take advantage of his voice and make him sing for me.”

Tina laughed. “Taron won’t mind that at all. In fact, I think he will enjoy it.”

“He is safe here Tina.”

“I know Robyn. I absolutely trust you with my son.” Robyn heard some other voices on the end of the phone. “Robyn I am so sorry but Taron’s sisters really want to talk to him.”

“Oh God, you don’t have to apologise to me for that. I know how close a family you are. Let me give the phone back to Taron.”

Robyn turned and walked back to the couch where Taron had turned back around and did a very good job of pretending he was watching the television. “Your sisters would like to speak to you.” It was hard to miss the smile that filled his face as she handed him the phone. “I am just going to nip to the loo.”

Robyn walked away from the couch and into the bedroom, smiling at the mess Taron had left on the bed, his clothes strewn everywhere. Robyn pretty much did the same as he did but threw her clothes in bundles on the shelves in her closet. Robyn was a professional at work but at home, she was messy and as she lived by herself, she was under no pressure to keep everything completely tidy and was glad to see that Taron had made a bit of a mess too. She kept her apartment clean and tidy but at times, she admitted she was too lazy to pick up her clothes or make the bed.

She was happy to leave him speak to his sisters in private. Robyn was an only child, so didn’t have the relationship that Taron had with his sisters but understood his closeness with his mam. She knew how lucky she was to live so close to her parents and have a wonderful bond with them so completely respected Tina and her love for her son but Robyn also found herself building a connection with Taron’s mam.

Robyn washed her hands and dried them on the towel on the hand rail before taking a glance in the mirror. She looked thoroughly knackered and even with the colour on her face from her time away in Florida, it didn’t hide the circles of fatigue under her eyes. She prayed for a somewhat decent nights sleep tonight. She did not have to get up at six tomorrow as it was Saturday and it was meant to be another fabulous day, so it was her plan to sleep and then relax in the garden for the day and she knew Taron would very much approve of that plan too.

She walked out of the bathroom, through the closet and bedroom and back to the couch. She loved how Taron looked so cosy and at home as he sat on the couch, his legs still propped up on the poof, nestled in the cushions. He was so animated as he spoke to his sisters and Robyn loved how he laughed easily as he chatted and as she walked around to sit back in her corner, his face was so bright and full of life, a constant smile on his lips and Robyn loved seeing it.

“Well I will see you soon and I love you too and yes I will tell Robyn.” Taron ended the call and put the phone down to his left. “My sisters want to tell you that they can’t wait to meet the lady who helped their big brother and they want me to give you a big squishy Taron hug.”

“Well your mam wants me to give you a hug from her but she didn’t specify what kind of hug but let’s not test faith by moving you because I know you are extremely comfortable so how about a hug from here and what on earth is a squishy Taron hug.”

Robyn quickly discovered what a squishy Taron hug was as Taron moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, making sure he didn’t put too much pressure on her left shoulder, knowing it was hurt and embraced her firmly, keeping her snug against him. “Taron hugs are squishy, snugly and soft and my sisters love them.”

As Robyn returned the hug, she noticed how he avoided her shoulder but still gave the hug some dept and meaning, holding her really close to him. “I know why your sisters love them.” She enjoyed how his laugh rippled through his whole body. “This is from your mam as well.” She added which only made Taron hug her that little bit tighter. “You ok Taron?” She felt him nod into her shoulder.

“Yeah, I am.” Without thinking about it, Taron placed a soft kiss on the side of Robyn’s head as he left the hug. “I am really good. Better than I have been in a long time.” Taron sat back on the couch. “So, Eddie the Eagle, huh?” He grinned as Robyn sat back in the corner beside him and blushed.

“Ahh shit you saw that and moving on.” Robyn picked the controller up and started to flick through the top picks on Netflix. “So, what you in the mood for?”

Taron moved closer to her popping his legs back up on the poof, his right arm resting on the cushion between the two. “Whatever you want. I don’t mind at all.”

“I am the most indecisive person ever. You decide.”

“Eddie the Eagle.” He grinned. “I mean it’s right there.”

Ignoring his comment, Robyn settled on Friends, snuggling back in the cushions, her legs going beside Taron’s on the poof, giving him a look before turning back to the television.

Taron felt light, happy and relaxed and it was something he was enjoying very much, the pressure of the last few weeks in work really bringing his mood down. Something about being in Robyn’s presence calmed him and it had been that way since he had met her in the 7/11. He snuck a look to her as she sat and just loved seeing how relaxed she was too. He knew Robyn had a very tough week in work, he could see the tiredness on her face but as he looked to her hands which rested on her legs, he could also see those bruises which stood out on the back of her right hand. She had the same wear and tear on her body that he had on his but looking to her hands, made his heart race because he knew why those bruises were there.

Taron reached over and lifted her right hand and gently ran his fingers over the bruise.

“Did it hurt?” He asked.

Robyn looked to her hand as Taron delicately touched the dark bruise on her hand.

“It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Not your hand now. I meant the CPR. Did it hurt.”

Robyn looked to Taron. “At the time no. I just knew you weren’t breathing and I had to do something and adrenaline kicked in. I think I might have scared Richard a lot when I got to you.”

“He might have mentioned something about that. Said you ripped my t-shirt open.”

“Erm yeah. I just needed to get to your chest as quickly as I could so I could start the compressions. It’s just what you have to do, whether it’s for a man or a woman.” Taron was still holding her hand but she pulled it away and getting to her knees on the couch, knelt beside him. “Do you mind if I just put this cushion here?” She asked him as she took the cushion that was between them and placed it on his legs, once Taron nodded his head. Robyn knew it was easier to show him rather than try to explain it. She then locked her hands together and placed them on the cushion. “It takes a lot of pressure to make sure you do it properly and you have to lock your shoulders and really put your body weight into it.” Robyn showed Taron what she meant on the cushion as she knelt beside him. “I bruise like a peach anyway so it didn’t surprise me to see the bruising.” She threw the cushion to floor and sat right beside him, Taron taking her hand in his again.

“I have only ever seen it on television or movies.”

“Everyone should learn how to do it and do it properly. Even just the compressions and rhythm, it’s all you need to be able to do. The breathes don’t matter. I truly believe it should be taught in schools too. I have explained to many kids over the years how to call an ambulance or what to do if one of the staff members falls down and doesn’t get back up.”

Taron turned so he could look at Robyn. “I have never actually thought of that. Jesus I must explain that to Rosie and Mari.”

“I used to work in a room by myself and I always made sure the children knew what to do if Robyn fell down and didn’t get back up.”

“Richard told me you did the breathes too.” He said quietly.

“Only because I ‘knew you’.” Robyn made air quotes with her free hand. “It’s not necessary but I was not taking any chances. You started breathing again really quickly, really quickly. I don’t know if that’s the way it always happens.”

Taron frowned a little. “Have you never done CPR before?” He asked as he took his legs from the poof and moved so he was sitting to face her.

“I have done it on the mannequins many times during training but never a real person.” She answered quietly, feeling her hands starting to shake as flashes of a motionless Taron came into her head. “You were the first”

Taron moved again, his right arm going straight around her shoulders. “I can’t imagine how that felt for you.” He said as placed his cheek against her hair.

“It wasn’t until I was sitting in the ambulance with you, knowing you were going to be ok, that the reality and seriousness of the situation hit me. My hands still shake when I think about it. Joe gave me a bit of a pep talk and Doctor Keane definitely made it her mission to get me to talk about what had happened. Actually, she said something to me that really helped and it wasn’t until I saw you in the hospital bed after you had your CT scan and were examined, that it clicked for me.”

“What did she say?” He asked.

“To think about why I did what I did and though at the time, it was a lot to take in and process but once I saw you, it would make sense and it did. I could hear your heartbeat from the machine and I could see you were breathing and Doctor Hart told me you would be ok and make a full recovery.”

“I will and I am and it’s thanks to you Robyn. I don’t think I have ever met anyone as brave and fearless as you. You don’t think and just do, which in some situations is terrifying to watch and hear but in others, it’s amazing.” He took his arm from around her shoulders and placed two hands on her face, in the same way as she had done to him so many times. “You saved my life and that was before the CPR even came into play Robyn. I find it hard to explain how you kept me calm in that 7/11 and still here, in your home, I still feel that from you. Oh, shit Robyn, please don’t cry.” Taron took his hands away from her face and once again pulled her close for a hug, his arms locking tight around her.

She hadn’t planned on breaking down in front of him, but as she spoke to Taron about what  had happened, even though she knew he was there in front of her, alive and talking and holding her hand, she just couldn’t shake the images from her head of a lifeless Taron.

“Shh Robyn, its ok. I’m ok. We’re ok.” Soothed Taron as he held her close. It was a vulnerability he had not seen from her yet and it hurt him to know that she just held all the pain she was feeling in. “Hey Robyn, its ok.” He said again. “I am right here. Robyn I am going to be just fine. We are going to be ok. This is why I knew I needed to come and see you. I was able to talk to Richard in the hospital. Who have you spoken too?” He felt her shake his head as she leant on his chest. He didn’t care if his ribs protested but he gripped her even closer to him, rubbing her back.

He sat hugging Robyn for a few minutes, letting her compose herself against him, which she did quite quickly and when she broke the hug, she kept her head down and wouldn’t look at him, he lifted her chin so she had too. Even with tear stained cheeks and red eyes, Taron was only more drawn to this woman whose walls had just completely collapsed. He wiped the remaining tears away from her face. “Talk to me.” He said simply.

“I know you are here and I know you are going to be just fine but I can still see you on the ground lying unconscious under my hands when I close my eyes. It is all I can see and now those imagines are haunting my dreams and they are just getting worse.”

“You haven’t been sleeping at all have you?” He asked as he wiped another falling tear away.

“I’m jealous of your fifteen hours straight.”

“Can I show you something?” Asked Taron as he looked Robyn straight in her eyes, noticing for the first time that her eyes had two different shade of blue in them. He took her nod as permission and let her face go. He shifted a little and pulled his t-shirt up to his chin. “I get it Robyn. I feel the exact same way as you because when I see these, I know what you did and I get the same fear that you feel.” Taron touched the bruises on the centre of his chest, wincing a little from the movement and watched as Robyn moved closer to him and placed her right hand lightly over the bruise, looking to Taron when she realised that her right palm matched the shape of the bruise exactly. “We have been through something extremely traumatic and I think about it every day how I could have died and it scares me shitless. Then I start thinking about what would my mam and sisters do if that had of happened and if I am thinking like that, I can’t even imagine what you are thinking because you were responsible for my life. It’s a lot to take in and understand and just like you, I have had a few disturbing dreams, though I can see they are nowhere as upsetting as yours. I spent my time in the hospital constantly thinking about if I could have done anything to stop what happened to me but what happened wasn’t my fault or yours. We didn’t ask for Frankie to come in and hold us all hostage. I know I didn’t ask for a fucking shelving unit to be pushed on top of me or to be hit with a bullet. You didn’t ask to be put in such a position of responsibility and you didn’t have to do what you did. You could have walked away from it all but you didn’t and it hurts me to see you like this Robyn.”

Robyn moved her hand and Taron pulled his t-shirt back down and grabbed her hands. “I owe you my life and I will never, never be able to repay you for what you did for me, what you have done for me and continue to do for me. I mean I just appeared at your work. I completely freaked out before I even got to you panicking that you would turn me away.”

“Taron I would never turn you away.”

“And that’s why I was so sure coming to see you was the right decision, not only for me but for you. That hug in your office meant so much more to me than a hug Robyn and I know you needed it too. I don’t want you holding any of these emotions in.” He took his hands and placed them on her face. “You said something to me and Richard in the 7/11 and it was that we can’t start thinking negatively because we will end up down a dark tunnel. We are going to get through this and we are going to get through it together ok? As much I need you Robyn, you need me too and I want you to lean on me when you need to because God knows you have been there for me and never be ashamed for showing any emotion, especially in front of me. Never.”

Robyn took a steady breath and nodded. Taron took her hands from his face and wiped another falling tear from her cheek. “I’m going to give you another squishy Taron hug, ok?”

Robyn smiled, allowing a laugh in and it took Taron less than one second to hold her against him again. “The dreams will stop Robyn. You told me you liked the drinking tea Taron? Well I will drink endless cups of tea if it means you will dream of Taron drinking tea, ok?”

“Thank you Taron.”

“And if squishy Taron hugs help me to repay you, then I will gladly repay you that way.”

It was another hug, like the one they had shared in Robyn’s office, one that said more than words could and Robyn felt more tears fall from her closed eyes as Taron helped to ease her worries and listened to her, helping her to see that he was just as upset as she was.

“You are going to be ok Robyn. Just like I will be. It’s good to be strong but it’s also good to let others in too and I am afraid you are going to have to let me in because remember when I told you belong in my world? Well now you are permanently stuck in it with no way out.”

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TWD Q&A (About me!)

The Walking Dead Q&A

Thanks for the tag, @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked 

What is your name? Amber

How old are you? 22

How would you describe your cultural background? I wanna say that i’m Irish and German, but I'm not entirely sure.

What languages do you speak? I obviously speak English, but I do know like three words (goodbye, bye, and I love you) in german. 

How tall are you? 4‘11 and 1/2 inch. 

What are your best physical features? My eyes? They’re blue-ish gray, but my left eye has a speck of green/hazel.

What makes you feel beautiful or strong? I feel good about myself when I wear jeans, or black leggings that make my legs and thighs look skinner and my ass look good lol

Can you tell me a secret? To be honest, I don’t really have a secret to tell.

Can you describe your personality by only stating the names of three fictional characters? I didn’t know how to describe myself using three fictional characters, so I found a quiz on the internet to help. Apparently I’m like Daria from beavis and butthead, Tina Belcher from bob’s burgers and April Ludgate from parks and recreation

When did you start watching The Walking Dead? At first, I didn’t like TWD. I thought it was stupid, and missed the entire first season(all six episodes of it). So, when it came season two came on and I watched the first episode I was like, “Okay, this isn’t so bad.” Then I watched the episode after that, and the one after that and so forth. I loved it since, and can’t get enough of it. 

If you could rewrite one storyline on TWD, which would it be and why? SPOILERS OF THIS SEASON: I would make Shiva live! Its not the fact that Shiva died that got me, its the look on King Ezekiel's face as he watched Shiva get torn apart. #JUSTICEFORSHIVA

Was there a character whose death you celebrated on TWD? The governor. 

Which character death made you sob like a small child? Its a tie between Glenn, Abraham, and Noah. They’re deaths were brutal.

Where would you take up residency in TWD universe: Alexandria, The Kingdom, Hilltop, The Sanctuary etc.? Probably the kingdom or alexandria, if I had a choice. But if we are being honest, as long as it got me a safe place to sleep I wouldn’t give 2 shits. Survival mode!

What would be your weapon of choice in the zombie apocalypse? Something that’s quick, easy to manage and quiet. So, a sword maybe?

What would be in your zombie apocalypse bag?

So I would pack: trauma kit, tarp/poncho, fire kit (with a multi-purpose knife and lighter), water filter, canteen, a good knife/weapon/gun, emergency food, flashlights with extra batteries, bandana, multi-tool, paracord, duct tape, small saw, sunglasses, map, extra socks, and FIT IT ALL IN A GOOD BAG! 

If you were a character on TWD, what would be your theme song, and why? Nothing More- Go to War. I feel like its very fitting for twd right now. 

You are the moral compass of the group in TWD universe, what would be the lesson that you would preach? We can’t give up on trying to be the best of humanity we can be. We might be in survival mode, right now, but we need to think about the future and how we want possible future generations to be able to live. We can’t give up on ourselves.

How would you rather die on the show: turning into a walker or being killed by another human? Killed by another Human. Why would you want to die just to die again as a walker?

Who is your favourite character? Daryl Dixon. I can’t help it. 

Okay, let’s spice things up: daddy kink, yay or nay? I have nothing against it, but it isn’t for me. No thanks!

If you answered yes to the previous question: What started that kink? Pass

What is your ultimate character fantasy? Steve Rogers in that stealth suit. I’m a sucker for a man in a uniform.

Would you join Negan’s harem given the choice? I don’t share.

What words remind you of Negan? FUCK!

You’re trapped in a room with Negan, what do you do? Have a nice, little chat on not being a fucking twunt.

If you could describe sex with your favorite character through a song, which song would you pick? I love a lot of different characters, but my song might be ride by Somo.

If Negan had given you the choice to pick a person to die from the lineup, which character would be on Lucilles receiving end? I don’t want that type of pressure on me. I know if I pick somebody from the line up, someone is bound to hate me and will want me dead. 

Do you write any fanfiction, create content for any fandom blogs etc.? Yes! I write fanfics for the avengers, but I also write for wwe. 

Finally, what is the one thing you want your followers to know about you?

I am super open minded, and this blog is a safe place for anyone to talk about what they need to, if you want! Anyone can message me if you ever want someone to talk to! I love literally everybody, unless you give me a reason not to! (Like being mean, closed minded, judgemental)

I know my writing isn’t the best out there, but I’m trying my hardest. So, please bare with me. 

Also, I am a very avid reader, so if anyone has any fics they want me to read PLEASE tag me in them!!!

Tagging(at random):

@m-a-t-91 @samsplaything @rosietheturtle @youlightmeupfinn @littlewrestlingnerd 

#about me

[jaskiersbard]

Some Jacob Kowalski Love/Appreciation

Yay, I wrote it! Okay, so let’s get started here and talk about all the wonderful reasons I love Jacob Kowalski and think he’s a precious cinnamon roll :3

In case it’s not obvious, SPOILERS FOR FBAWTFT AHEAD!

Alright, so where do I start with the wonderful amazing super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot No-Maj that is Jacob Kowalski? I mean, seriously, where do I freakin’ start?

First, we have before the film; we know that Jacob fought in the First World War and then stayed for quite some time afterwards. Think about how the survivors/veterans of the First World War were traumatised and ruined by their experiences; Jacob has almost certainly seen comrades – maybe even friends – killed in battle, been close to being killed himself. He would have probably been in the trenches, cold and frightened and wondering if he’d ever get to go home again. It’s obviously affected him (rooftop scene) and it will probably affect him for the rest of his life in some way or another (World War Two, nightmares etc.).

Now, let’s talk about Jacob as a baker, I mean...wow. Baking is typically viewed as a very feminine hobby/skill – you wouldn’t expect to see a man such as Jacob wanting to own a bakery/bake himself as a profession, so I think that that’s wonderful because he’s following his dreams. He wants to bake because, quote, “it makes people happy”. Jacob wants to make people happy, which just warms my heart because seriously he’s so sweet – I also like to think that baking makes him happy too because it reminds him of his grandmother (I think it’s pretty much canon that his grandmother was the one who kindled his love of baking when he was young) and it allows him the chance to be creative (especially with the beast pastries at the end of the film). Honestly, the idea of a baby!Jacob Kowalski in the kitchen with his Grandma baking makes me want to melt into a puddle of goo because it’s so fucking sweet and pure.

The fact that Jacob can find solace and happiness in baking his wonderful pastries – despite his experiences during the war – is so beautiful and heart-warming.

My next point I want to make is that he’s funny as well as sweet and charming; it’s obvious to many, I’m sure, that Jacob is seen as the ‘comic relief’ in the group of the film, and while I maintain that he’s so much more than just “comic relief” I can also agree that he’s hilarious. He’s got amazing comic timing, says some of the funniest lines in the film, and he’s just genuinely very funny (his laugh/scream of alarm is a real gem in the film, I find). Personally, I love guys who can make me laugh – I think that if a guy can’t make me laugh/giggle, then what’s the point? If you can’t laugh with the person you love, then do you really truly love them? It’s one of the reasons why I love Ron Weasley from Harry Potter so much – because he’s funny and doesn’t take things too seriously. A guy who can make me laugh has my heart, any day.

Speaking of hearts, let’s talk about Jacob’s relationship with Queenie; I won’t go into too much detail because I’m saving it for another post dedicated to their relationship, but what I will say is that their relationship is fucking beautiful – while I’ll admit Newt/Tina is my ultimate OTP, Jacob/Queenie is so pure and special and it made me weep like a baby on all my viewings. You can tell that there’s a genuine interest in each other, right from the very start (again, I’ll explain fully in a full-out Jakweenie post) and their attraction towards each other only grows as the film progresses.

In my opinion, it’s incorrect to say that she’s only in love with his personality – because while, yes, I agree, his personality is a big part of why she probably fell in love with him…have you seen him? Like, look, we’re all attracted to different things so maybe he’s not your type, but he’s definitely Queenie’s type – and I think we can all see why. Jacob Kowalski is attractive as hell – and not just to people who have a kink (it’s not a kink, he’s actually very hot). First of all, he’s got a full head of dark hair, he looks dapper as fuck in a suit (I do love a good suit tbh), he’s got a big smile, and really ridiculously nice eyes; like, he’s so adorable and cute and hot and sexy. To add, if you watch him moving about in various scenes, he moves like he’s dancing – like, sign me up for that please! I like men who are good on their feet! I just really love him, okay?

I hate that a lot of people see that he’s chubby and immediately go “oh, he’s got a nice personality that’s why she loves him” – like, no, Queenie is clearly very much attracted to him physically too, thank you, and so are a lot of people. If you don’t think she took one look at him and thought “holy shit, I would bang him” then you’re wrong. And if Queenie doesn’t get on it then I fucking will.

As for Jacob’s feelings towards Queenie…well, we all know she’s obviously gorgeous, but he loves her for more than her looks – again, I’ll go into greater detail later, but what I will say is that while he’s firstly attracted because of how pretty she is, when he really gets to know her over dinner (learning about how she likes to cook, for example) and over the film, he really starts to fall in love. You can see it in his eyes that he’s falling in love with her hard, because she’s not only beautiful but also because she’s brave, kind, sweet, quick-witted (MACUSA escape, fight me on this), and courageous. (also because he doesn’t objectify her in his head or anything – he thinks she’s sexy of course, but she knows that he also loves her for her and not just her looks)

I was reading through one of the “making of” Fantastic Beasts books and I found a quote that said that while Jacob is a No-Maj he’s still magic in his own way – and he is! You see him smiling or in awe, or see him with his baking or around Queenie, and you see that he’s got his own kind of magic. He’s sweet, gentle (with the exception of punching Gnarlak – who, I think we’ll all agree, deserved it), kind-hearted, attractive and just such a wonderful guy. The fact that anyone could hate him greatly confuses me to be honest.

We need more love for our favourite baker – why is there not more love?

Jakweenie appreciation post will be up soon! :)

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #IT'S UP #Jacob kowalski #jakweenie #Jacob x queenie #queenie goldstein #probably not all of the things I wanted to say but yolo #dan fogler

[isppalumni]

INTERVIEW WITH MUGABI

INTRODUCTION

Mugabi Byenkya is an ISPP alumnus who studied at ISPP from 2001 until 2005, starting in Grade 4 and finishing in Grade 7. He completed his schooling at Rainbow International School in Kampala, Uganda and currently resides in Toronto, Canada.

“I loved my time at ISPP and will forever cherish the lifelong lessons I learnt on perseverance, resilience and the celebration of diversity”.

What did you do from when you left ISPP until now?

When I left ISPP my family went to Thailand for a few months, where my father passed away, so we moved back to Uganda. This was interesting because it was my first time living in Uganda. It’s home and where my parents are from, but I hadn’t lived there before. I had only ever visited during the summers. I was born in Nigeria and moved to a different country every 3 to 4 years after that. My family moved around so much due to my father’s work with the UNDP as the Deputy Resident Representative. He was an economist by trade, working on the Millennium Development Goals.

I stayed in Uganda for 5 years, graduated and moved to start my undergraduate degree at University of Kansas, majoring in Environmental Science and International Studies, and graduated in 2014.

After that, I went to the University of Michigan to do a Masters degree, but at the end of first semester, I unfortunately suffered from 2 strokes. I moved to Washington DC while my sister Tina took care of me while I recovered. I was largely bedridden, dependent on a cane to walk and in recovery for a year. It took a year, but in 2016 I got the necessary therapy. At the Mayo Clinic I learned how to walk independently again, learned how to eat, clean and became independently functional.

                        Mugabi’s siblings

After I was managing things better, I started several little part-time gigs and worked many different positions. One of these was teaching English to new immigrants to the United States, ranging in age from 16 – 65, in Washington. I also tutored elementary school children on reading and writing because a lot of kids were behind, so this involved catching them up to the level they should be at. I worked as a stylist of sorts at an NGO called ‘Suited for Change’ that offers professional clothes for low income women attending job interviews. The clothes came from donations. I worked with the women who were my clients and helped pick outfits that fit them well, looked good and that they liked. My colleagues and clients were great and we got on well. They really liked me as I was the only man working there!

I also interned with an editor of a poetry anthology. I was mostly helping her out with the legalities behind the anthologies, which involved getting permission from poets to use their work as well as maintaining contact and outreach with the poets and the publisher. I also helped with formatting and the actual editing of the anthology and writing the book.

Lastly, I started writing my debut novel! Since I was 4 years old, it was my dream to be an author. My family are very avid readers and I remember when I was younger I went up to my siblings and asked them to play with me, but they were busy reading. I was shocked because playing was the best thing ever, and playing with ME especially was the best thing ever! I was like what is this reading thing that is better than playing with me? So I asked my mom to teach me how to read. It took a couple months but I got the hang of it.

I was just mind blown because I was like this is amazing, there’s a whole world out there and nothing can get better than this. But then I discovered writing and it’s the only thing better than reading, in my opinion. Ever since then I’ve been writing stories and I always wanted to be a writer…but I was pushed out if it because it’s not the most lucrative career and pushed into sciences because I was good at it.

After my recent strokes, I was basically on my death bed and my family, friends, doctors and myself thought I was going to die, so I decided life was too short and I was going to pick up writing again and decided I would write a book. After I left DC, I moved to Toronto where my older brother Victor graciously provided me with a place to live and free food so I could finish off my book. I’m still interning for the poetry editor and I am also a careers consultant for the organisation where I used to teach English. I counsel clients on career choices, edit resumes and cover letters and help them find jobs. Most of the clients are older than me and come in with education and years of work experience, but the US doesn’t recognise it. So I tell them it’s okay to feel frustrated because they’re very experienced but struggle to get a job. Additionally, I also provide consulting for a start-up using my English and editing background. The start-up is an online English writing centre for students in non-English speaking countries. Interning and counselling are part time, so I spend most time focused on the book.

The publishing industry is very difficult to get into, so I published my book independently. This is more difficult because you’re the one in control to every step of the process from the cover, sales, promotion and everything else. I found a publisher called Discovering Diversity Publishing, who is willing to help me self publish and offered me a production and distribution deal. So the publisher handles all the production and some of the distribution of the book. I take care of the writing and the rest of the distribution and the promotion. My book is came out Sunday the 26th of February. I’d already sold over 100 copies before the release date and raised over $4000 to cover publication costs with my kick starter campaign. If people are interested in buying or finding out more, go to www.mugabi.net

               Dear Philomena, book cover

What is the best thing about life now?

I’d say the best thing about life now is family and friends! I have a lot of really good people in my life who have held space for me through thick and thin. The Kickstarter funding campaign is doing well and the book is out. I literally couldn’t have got here without their support.  

Did you ever envisage doing what you are doing while you were at ISPP?

Yes, because I’ve always wanted to write and I’m writing now. I remember in the 7th grade, in Mr Kerrigan’s English class, we were assigned to make a comic book and I was like, this is what I want to do with my life, it’s amazing!

Compared to your other classmates in university, what were you more or less prepared for?

I was more prepared for the amount of studying that I’d have to do. I was less prepared for speaking up in discussions for the sake of speaking up. I was very much raised to speak up when and if you have a point. I noticed I wouldn’t get as good a mark at university for not talking as much, but I would only talk if I had a point.

Has your international school experience shaped your worldview? If so, how?

Attending an international school definitely shaped my worldview. It’s allowed me to be more empathetic and contextual. I find it easier to build connections and make friendships with people of various different backgrounds.

What are your favourite memories of ISPP and Cambodia?

The spicy pepper eating challenge that a bunch of 7th grade boys had on a school trip; music classes with Mr. Edson where I fell in love with the blues; the water festival; hiking in Kirirom; family trips to Kompong Som where I got stung by a jellyfish for the first time ever; the barge trip down the Chao Praya river; buying sugarcane juice through the school gate; Lucky Burger; Beef Lok Lak; $1 Squid. Special shout-out to my best friends at the time: Stephen Bleakley, Sovisal Meach and Bairy Diakite!

                           Mugabi’s ISPP friends

Did you have a favourite subject/subjects? If so, what did you like about them?

My favourite subjects were English, Science and History. I loved the large-scale re-enactments of Great Zimbabwe in History, highlighting the ingenuity of my marginalised African people. I loved the dissections in science and seeing the inner workings of the heart. I loved the fact that Mr. Preece (English teacher) took students opinions as seriously as his own.

If you could send an appreciation message to someone from ISPP, who would it be and why?

I would send immense gratitude and thanks to Mr. Bailey for telling me:

“You don’t have much in the way of athleticism or talent, but you have perseverance. That is going to take you farther than the rest of these kids who don’t have half the uphill battle you face to just participate.”  

What advice would you give to our 11th and 12th grade students?

Vulnerability is strength.

In your opinion, what makes ISPP stand out?

The integration and respect of Cambodian traditions and culture into the classroom was unlike some of the other schools I went to where the expat ‘bubble’ was more opaque.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?

Hopefully having published two more books, having a masters degree, an enjoyable work/life balance, warm friendships with friends and family new and old and having visited Cambodia!

Are there any other updates that you would like to share with our community?

You can purchase my debut novel Dear Philomena via www.mugabi.net on either ebook or paperback. Dear Philomena, is the story of two strokes, one boy, one girl and a whole lot of magical realism. See synopsis below:

“July 1991, Leocardia Byenkya underwent an ultrasound that informed her to expect a baby girl. She chose the name Philomena. January 16 1992, her baby was born as a boy. Filled with shock and surprise, Leocardia named her baby boy Mugabi. December 2014, Mugabi suffered from two strokes within a week of each other. Mugabi was 22 years old.   'Dear Philomena,' is a series of thoughts and conversations between Mugabi and Philomena (the girl he was supposed to be) about the year he was supposed to die but somehow lived through. “

Please support this young author’s dreams by reviewing and recommending the book to your social networks as well!

#ISPPalumni MugabiByenkya DearPhilomena