#i blame my friend liv on it lmao

[hellgivenhasmoved]

The way seeing Manu Neuer on my dash gave me whiplash for a second 😂

// 😂😂 I couldn't resist the reblog. He's back and today is good for that reason!!

#neuer owns my soul jfhfhf #i blame my friend liv on it lmao

[heich0e]

dear liv,

thoughts on having threesome with suna and osamu, ( ONLY BC THIS MAKES ME SALIVATE WAY TOO MUCH )

best regards,

🌺 anon

babe i need you to know when you first sent me this ask it hit me like a SUCKER PUNCH!! this is close to what you asked about but it got away from me a bit lmao.

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

osamu would have to be blind not to see the way that suna looks at you, considering how shameless he is about it.

it's been going on for as long as the two of you have been together, lingering gazes when you're close to him, his eyes following the sway of your body as you leave a room, peeking (less than subtly) down your top when the cut is low and you're reaching for something.

and osamu ignores it, for the most part. suna's always been a bit of a weirdo, but he's harmless. he's his friend. and osamu certainly can't blame him for the way he looks at you, considering if the situations were reversed he'd almost surely do the same.

but he’d have to be deaf to miss it when he asks:

“if you ever died, would you let me fuck your girlfriend?”

osamu’s had a lifetime of dealing with atsumu to prepare himself for hearing some of the most heinous, shocking garbage imaginable come out of another human being’s mouth. but he’s still not quite prepared for this.

“what the fuck kinda question is that?” osamu asks, but for some reason it’s not as angry as it could be, just bewildered.

suna shrugs, taking a sip of the beer he’s nursing at the onigiri miya counter.

“wouldn’t you want her to be well taken care of in the event of your untimely passing?”

“by you?” osamu asks, setting aside the rag he’d been using to wipe the countertop to stare his best friend down.

the restaurant is closed, the staff is gone, the music that usually plays overhead has been turned off.

suna leans back in his seat under osamu’s gaze, seemingly not ill-at-ease in the slightest in spite of the tightening in the baseball-capped man’s jaw. he quirks a brow.

“would you prefer atsumu?” 

“i’d prefer neither of you scrubs ever put a hand anywhere near her,” osamu counters the preposterous suggestion. but then he pauses, and against his better judgement he considers it. 

he doesn’t mean to, really, it’s entirely an instinctive reaction. he pictures his twin sleeping beside you at night in your bed at home—under the blankets that osamu helped pick out, that osamu helps you put out on the clothesline on sunny days, that osamu clenches into tight fists as he fucks you down into the mattress—and it makes his stomach turn. 

his mind flickers next to suna. his best friend for more years than anyone has any business associating with someone so troublesome. he pictures you and suna in your bed, suna nestled in between your thighs on those same blankets in just the way you like, your knees looped over his broad, toned shoulders as he devours your sweet, sticky—

“you were totally just picturing it, weren’t you?”

god, osamu wants to throttle him.

“shut the fuck up.” he tosses his dirty rag at him instead.

suna laughs as he bats the cloth away. and then it’s quiet again.

osamu looks at rintarou's hands. his long, lithe fingers and the way they wrap around his can of beer.

he pictures them wrapped around your throat.

the hum of the refrigeration system, the faint sizzling of carbonation in suna's drink, and osamu's suddenly spiking pulse are the only sounds to be heard.

“i mean,” osamu sighs, his voice a little quiet, a little breathless, “better you than him i guess.”

suna blinks, a little shocked osamu gave him a straight answer.

“really?” he asks, his excitement not veiled in the slightest.

“if you keep askin’ about this i’ll put a clause in my will that bans you from ever comin’ within 10 metres of her.”

“alright, alright,” suna says, lifting his hands in concession, letting the matter rest.

there’s another one of those moments of quiet that osamu doesn’t quite like, because it gives him time to think. gives him free reign to picture you bouncing up and down on his best friend’s lap while you’re swallowing his own length down your throat.

that wasn’t even the question. he’s supposed to be dead in this hypothetical scenario—and he kind of wishes he were when he thinks about your sweet, tearstained face, begging him to let you cum on his best friend’s cock. when he picture’s rintarou’s fucked out expression when he desperately echoes your plea.

samu squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the palpable twitch his cock gives under his apron.

“you feeling alright?” suna asks, seeming genuinely a little concerned.

“yeah, m’fine,” osamu replies dismissively, running his hand over his face in an attempt to hide the blush he can feel creeping into his cheeks.

suna shrugs, reaching for his nearly empty beer once more.

“seriously though, if you think you’re dying let me know. i’ll need time to prepare.”

#osamu x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #miya osamu #suna #osamu #suna x you #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #hq drabble #hq writing #writing #liv got mail

[writefasttalkevenfaster]

John Munch / Simple

Prompt: “Suck it” “oh i’m gonna suck something” 

Word Count: 3,887 

Warnings: canon typical situations and violence, discussion of rape (non-graphic), hurt/comfort apparently, fin and munch are literally some of my fav characters to write for lmao, some discussion of the psych evals from 1x22

A/N: what is this? how did this happen? I don’t know - i blame @laneygthememequeen​ mostly, but also my friends for enabling me beyond belief lmao. 

“Am I allowed to come in or must I bow and show my allegiance before I am deemed worthy?” and you didn’t need to look up from your desk to know who it was. Your pen still moved, scribbling notes in the margins of the answer that was given to you by Roger Klessler — more hassle than law. 

“No need for allegiance, Detective Munch — I know you only give that to your squad and your string of conspiracy theories,” you finish with the page, sparing him a glance, “only compliance is needed — the one thing you didn’t do on the last case.” 

“Your hands aren’t exactly clean yourself, counselor,” he shuts the door behind him, slipping his hands into his pockets, “what did you do to get that warrant again?” 

You raise an eyebrow, “Are you questioning my integrity?” 

“Funny, I didn’t know lawyers had any,” 

“They don’t, but I can try, can’t I?” you lean on your elbow, “what do you need?” 

“We have a suspect in holding who just invoked, we thought they might be a little more conducive to having an A.D.A. in the box with them,” he tilted his head. 

“Alex isn’t available?” 

“Alex told us to get you,” you held in your sigh, “don’t you lawyers talk to each other?” 

“No, we communicate through telepathy,” you reply drily, grabbing your coat and bag, “Let’s go.” 

~~~

“Counselor, you should remind your client that his options are running out,” to say this meeting was going poorly would have been the understatement of the century, “and my patience is running thin.”

A serial child and women abuser — with videos abusing so many children and women over the last twenty years, videos that made your stomach turn — and to make matters worse, he had made into a business, selling these children and women and their pain for profit — and now it was time to make his pain your profit. 

“You have no evidenc—” 

“We have a witness who saw your client, we have his DNA being run against the blood that was found at the scene, and when it comes back it will match and your client will be facing life in prison—” your teeth grit,  “And I’ll be sure he gets it. Or, give up your sick buddies. And maybe you’ll have the possibility of parole in the far off future.” 

“You fucking bitch—” he spits at you. 

“Is that the best you can do?” you raise an eyebrow, as you see Munch tense out of the corner of your eye, “Mr. Bradford,  I’m not scared of you. I’m not a defenseless child or battered woman you can intimidate—” you cross your arms, “not so easy picking on someone who can fight back, is it?” 

 Bradford lunges,  but Munch shoves him back into his chair, “Do we need to add assault on an A.D.A. to your laundry list of charges, Bradford?” and you blink, slack jawed, a shiver going down your spine — if Munch was a second later— “Try that again and I’ll have you—” 

There’s a knock on the window, and your eyes snap over, “Control your client, counselor, or I’ll have him locked up in solitary,” your jaw is set — you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing you waver, “the offer had 24 hours — it now has an expiration date in ten, so look forward to hearing from you in one.” 

The door shuts behind you, your fingers white knuckling the handle of your briefcase. Liv frowns, “Are you—” 

“I’m fine,” you wave them off, as Munch emerges from the room as well, “tell me when he caves to my offer. And when you’re setting up the sting to get the other guys — I want to be there to make everything go smoothly. No screw ups this time.” 

“All due respect, counselor, but we don’t need a babysitter,” Fin says. 

“All due respect, Detective, maybe you do,” you swallow the lump sitting on your throat, “we need to nail these guys — we have all of New York, 1PP, and the D.A.’s office all breathing down our necks — it needs to be airtight,” you scan all of their faces, “unless all of you would like to take the heat?” 

“I don’t think any of us want that, counselor,” Cragen cuts in, “we appreciate your help. We’ll let you know when we decide to go ahead with the sting.” 

You nod curtly, intent on leaving the precinct as quickly as you could — the image of Bradford lunging at you still fresh and stinging — but nothing was that easy, “Counselor,” Munch was at your side, standing beside you at the elevators, as you pressed the button, “in a rush?” 

“To go home? Yes,” 

“I just wanted—” 

“Wanted what, Munch? What do you want?” you sigh exasperatedly, fighting a losing battle for your voice not to break, “I’m not in the mood for a verbal sparring match, so why don’t we take a rain check?” 

The elevator doors ding, and you step in, hoping to spare yourself the agony of a response, but he follows, the doors shutting behind him. 

But surprisingly his voice was soft,  “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” 

“I’m fine,” you cross your arms, hoping that it would hold you together, until you got to your office, “I’m not scared of him, Munch—” 

“I know you could kick his ass, counselor, I’m not asking you if you’re ready to go seven rounds in the ring with him—” he leans against the wall of the elevator, “I’m just asking if you’re alright.” 

You raise an eyebrow, “John Munch asking me if I’m alright? No sarcastic remark?” 

“I know, I’m surprised myself, I might have to ask Skoda to do a psych eval on me,” and you crack a smile, shaking your head. 

“It was scary,” you admit, something you didn’t want to, “I’ve been threatened before — messages, verbally, even had a guy say he would kill my family—” you bite your lip, “but I never had someone try something, physically before.” 

“It’s okay to have been scared, y’know,” the elevator doors ding, and you step out, shaking your head, “no one expects you to be strong all the time, counselor.” 

And you pause, looking back at him, “But I do,” you blink away the tears, “good night, detective.” 

~~~

“It’s too risky!” you ignore Munch, continuing to fix your makeup, “You saw how you acted when Bradford lunged at you — why—” 

“I would do anything to make sure these men get put away,” you finish your makeup, grabbing the outfit Liv had handed you, “and that includes this.” 

This being an undercover operation designed to get names of victims, ages, and dates if possible, before arresting the group for exchanging pictures and videos of their crimes. 

“Putting yourself in the middle of this chaos? You’re being reckless—” 

You slide past him and into a bathroom stall, “I know what I’m doing,” 

“Do you? Do you know how many things could go wrong?” he continues, “I could list them for you for posterity — assault, battery, rape, and let’s not forget murder—” 

“I don���t think Liv will let me get murdered when she’s in the room with me, and I would you, Fin, Stabler, and the Captain wouldn’t either—” 

“Things go wrong on these ops, counselor — the field isn’t as safe as a courtroom — court officers, a metal detector right outside—” 

His words fail when the door swings open, a skin tight bodysuit clung to your figure, crimson, just as his ears nearly were, his eyes raking over your outfit, before finding their way back to your raised brows, “You were saying?” 

He stumbles over his words, “I was saying that—” you cross your arms, waiting and he finds himself distracted all over again, before he shakes himself from his stupor, “I was saying that this is too dangerous—” 

“Munch—” you cut him off, “I appreciate your concern, really I do, but I’m going to nail these guys anyway I can, so you can’t change my mind,” your hand finds his shoulder, squeezing, “but I can count on you to have my back right?” 

He simmers, sighing, his eyes softening, “Of course,” and you squeeze his shoulder, and he calls after you as you head towards the squadroom,  “I just hope they taught you taekwondo in law school,” 

“And I hope you know by ‘having my back,’ I meant more than my ass,” you flash him a smile over your shoulder, shaking your head, and flexing your fingers. 

It would be fine. 

You would be fine. 

~~~

It wasn’t fine. He couldn’t find you. 

“Where is he? Where is that son of a bitch, he took—” 

“Munch, calm down,” Liv starts, and he’s shaking his head, his finger in his face. 

“You were supposed to watch them, you were supposed to—” 

“Hey, Munch,” Elliot cuts between him and his partner, his hand on his shoulder,  “we all were there, Bradford slipped out during the raid, there wasn’t anything we could do. We’re going to find them.” 

Munch brushes him away, finding Fin, “Where are we on Bradford?” 

“Got him sneaking out during the takedown,” Fin points you out in the crowd, “looks like he had a knife pressed against counselor’s back, just out of view.” 

“How the hell did that scum sucking, gangrenous low life of a—” 

“Looks like he stole it off one of his buddies he was setting up,” Fin rewinds the tape, and points it out, “lifts it right from his pocket.” 

“Where does he go?” Fin fast forwards, until he gets to the cameras outside, shooting from the van itself. 

“He steals a car down the street, must belong to that brownstone,” Fin shoves the equipment at another officer, “Let’s get the license plate and get a bolo out.” 

Liv and Elliot join the two of them, handing a report to Fin, “We got a list of places that Bradford was known to hang out at—” 

“What are we waiting for?” Munch brushes past them to the car, rounding the car to the driver’s seat, pulling it open, before Fin stops him. 

“I’m driving,” Fin says, holding his hand, and Munch opens his mouth to rebut, “do we really have time to argue right now?” 

Munch glares at him, before handing him the keys, “You better not abide by any traffic laws,” 

“Do I ever?” 

~~~

“Can we go any faster than this? I swear my great uncle could drive faster than this,” Munch expects his partner to be angry, but he’s only sighing and shaking his head, “what?” 

And Fin side eyes him, “If you’re in love with—” 

Munch gapes at him, “I’m not—” 

“--then why don’t you just say something, man?” Fin scoffs, “you can deny it all you want, explain it away with one of your crazy ass conspiracy theories, but it’s there, John.” 

Munch pulls off his glasses, running his hand over his face, fingers resting right below his nose, “You know every time I got married, I thought I was in love,” 

“I know, and then your ex-wives screwed you — what about it?” 

“This is different,” he sighs, “and I don’t want to admit that to myself.” 

“What’s so bad about that, Munch? You want to try again,” and Munch is shaking his head. 

“You know a psychiatrist once told me that the reason all my marriages failed was because I chose women who were spoiled, beautiful, and not my intellectual equal?” 

“Meeting some of your ex-wives, I could believe that,” Fin’s eyes fall back to the road, “what’s your point?” 

Your name slips from his lips, “this is different — this is someone’s who's my equal — smarter than me, beautiful— it could — we could be—” he cuts off, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose--” and he cuts off, sighing, “I don’t know.” 

“Well that’s easy, John,” Fin pulls over, the car screeching as it does, “we won’t,” and he jerks his head, “whose car does that look like?” Munch calls in the car, unbuckling himself and slipping from the car, “We have to wait for back-up—” 

“I’m not waiting—” before he adds, “you don’t have to come—” 

“I’m not letting your bony ass get shot again,” Fin is already shutting the car door, pulling his gun out, “let’s go.” 

~~~

“Are you scared now?” Bradford asks, circling you — a predator gauging its prey — no, he was simply playing with you now. Your wrists flex against your restraints, the wood grain of the chair digging into your skin the more you struggled, the rope around your wrists ungiving, “are you, counselor?” 

It was rhetorical — judging by the tape stuck to your lips and the fact he continued to speak, and his fingers fist into your hair, pulling your head back, “Come on, no smart remarks now?”

Are you that stupid that you’ve forgotten that you taped my mouth over? 

No, wait he was that stupid. 

And he slaps you — the sting of his palm against your cheek dazes you a moment, and then his fist lands a blow in your stomach, choking on the same air you breathed, tears burning before slipping down your cheeks. 

“Do you think this is bad?” and now he’s holding your face between his fingers, nails digging into your cheeks, and he grins, a shiver going down your spine,  “just wait.” And he disappears a moment, his shadowy figure rifling through a bag on a table. 

Your eyes darted around, looking for something that could help you, something to help you escape, but nothing was within reach. Your chest squeezed — what if you died here? What if you never saw your family again? What if you never saw your friends again? What if they never found your body? Fear claws up your throat, eyes burning. 

What if they found your body? 

What if Munch found your body? 

You had promised him you’d be careful, but you were careless. You didn’t watch Bradford close enough, you didn’t stick with Liv, you were stupid — so stupid. 

And you wondered if he’d rape you before he was done — if they would find your body like so many victims that came across your desk. You wondered if he’d kill you at all — or just let you live with the memories of his torture. 

And you didn’t know what was worse. 

But then something clatters in the distance, and his head is whipping around, there are footsteps, and he’s grabbing a knife, cutting your restraints free,  “Come here bitch,” he mutters, hurrying to cut the ropes, at your feet before moving to the ones at your wrists,  “they aren’t taking me before I get a chance to slit your throat.” 

Blood roaring in your ears, you know you have to do something — he’s almost done cutting the last rope at your wrist. You couldn’t wait for help. 

You rear your head back, before smashing it into his, hard. His groan gets caught in his throat, as you lunge for the knife, the handle within grasp of your fingers, and you’re trying to crawl away, a deep ache in your skull. You’re stumbling to your feet, but his fingers close around your ankle. 

“I should have fucking killed you from the start,” and you kick him with your free foot, hearing him scream and the satisfying crack of his nose breaking, gripping the knife in your hand and pushing yourself to your feet. 

And you rip the tape from your mouth, “Get the fuck away from me!” you point the knife at him, heart pounding against your ribcage, as he lays clutching his bloody nose. 

But he’s still getting to his feet, “You better hand over that fucking knife—” 

“You better not take another step before I blow your brains out,” and suddenly Fin and Munch are there, Fin stepping forward to arrest Bradford, as Munch is beside you. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” and he’s trying to ease the knife out of your fingers, but you won’t let go, “let go of the knife, it’s okay,” he’s murmuring in your ear, slipping the knife from your fingers, “you’re okay. I got you.” 

Your knees are buckling, and he’s holding you, your head buried in his chest, “I thought he was going to—” 

“I know,” he says softly, “I know, but you’re okay.” 

“Because of you,” And he’s helping you up, and police sirens in the distance, as he helps you out of the building, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he whispers, “I’m sorry,” 

“For what?” and his arm around you squeezes you gently. 

“For not saving you sooner,” And suddenly EMS and police are flooding the scene, Fin is shoving Bradford into a car. And you spot him, glaring, but Munch steps between his view, his arm around your shoulders, “don’t bother with that scum. He’s not worth it.” 

And he wasn’t — you knew he wasn’t, but you know that you wouldn’t be able to prosecute him now. But, you craned your neck to watch him be taken away, you wanted to see the bastard get put away at least. 

It’s over, you tell yourself as you rest your head against Munch’s shoulder. 

It was over. 

~~~

“I just want to go home,” you shake your head, but he pulls you along regardless, protesting all the same.

“Just let them look at you, please?” he asks, “if only for my sanity.” 

And you scoff softly, “I thought you lost that a long time ago,” 

“There’s that wit,” he replies, and you go with him, fingers intertwined with his. E.M.S. examines you, insisting on taking you to the hospital for a possible concussion. But you don’t want to — you just want to sleep, you want to take a shower, you want to forget this ever happened— 

“Please just let me go,” you’re pleading with him, tears slipping down your cheeks, “John, please let me go home.” and he’s wavering for a moment, before his hand is on your shoulder, gently pushing you back down. 

“I can’t, and you know that, counselor,” he never wanted to see you cry like this, he never wanted to see you as a victim — because you aren’t just another victim at his desk or in photos spread across his desk — you were you. 

But you were also a victim now. 

“Why not?” you lie against the pillow in defeat, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he’s leaning down to your level, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Because you’re hurt, and you need to be seen. I don’t trust doctors as much as the next conspiracy nut, but you still need to see one,” he tilts his head, “do you want me to come?” 

And you’re blinking back tears, before nodding, “I’m sorry, I’m—” 

“Don’t apologize,” he’s wiping your tears away, “don’t ever apologize for this.” 

~~~

You don’t remember much else — it’s a blur of testing, until finally they let you sleep. And you don’t know how long you sleep. But you don’t dream, and for that much, you’re thankful. You awake to the low hum of hospital machinery, and quiet voices in the room. And you blink, the fluorescents much too bright for you, and your eyes flutter shut again, before not before voices creep in. 

“—been asleep?” 

“It’s been a few hours,” Munch whispers, assumedly trying to keep from waking you, but that was out of the question already, “docs gave something for sleep.” 

“Have you said anything yet?” and it’s Fin asking. 

“When? In between the ambulance ride here and the C.A.T. scan and the fifty other tests they ran?” Munch replies drily, sighing, “it’s not the right time,” 

“You know there’s never going to be a right time, John,” and you’re grateful that you’re turned away from them, your brow furrowed, their voices growing louder, “you have to say something or is counselor a mind reader now?” 

“Well—” 

“Don’t spout another conspiracy theory or you’ll be the one in the hospital bed,” you could almost see Fin crossing his arms. 

“You know that psychiatrist also told me I could make a conspiracy theory from a five-year-old’s lemonade stand,” 

Fin raises an eyebrow, “Well now that I believe,” 

“What am I supposed to say?” Munch asks, “‘hi, I know you almost just died, but I think I’m in love with you?’” 

And your eyes snap open, the air sucked straight from your lungs — “It can be that simple,” 

He was in love with you? John Munch was in love with you. Your heart squeezed at the thought — you hadn’t a clue that he was. You knew he cared — but you didn’t know he… loved you.  

“Nothing is ever that simple,” and you turn around, the words leaving your lips without a thought. 

“It can be, John,” and both him and Fin’s gazes snap to you, a small smile on your lips, “if you let it be.” 

Munch is staring at you slack jawed, while Fin is grinning, elbowing him, “I’ll leave you two alone,” before he adds, “remember that there is an officer at the door—” 

“Fin—” and he’s gone, disappearing out of the door, and Munch is wiping a hand down his face, his cheeks flushed red, “so how much of that—” 

“All of it,” and he’s covering his hands with his face, “for someone who claims to be so evolved, you’re very cute when you’re embarrassed,” 

“I’m cute?” he repeats, and you hold out your hand to him, and he’s staring a moment — as if he can’t believe it — before taking your hand, “how cute?” 

You snort, “Just cute enough, don’t go getting an ego,” 

“You’re sure it’s not just the concussion? And the almost dying?” and you roll your eyes, tugging him closer, by his coat’s lapel, and he’s whispering your name. 

“How’s this for an answer?” and you kiss him — his lips barely brush yours a moment, but he’s already pulling you back in, parting and meeting until you hold him there a moment, fingers twisting in the hair resting on the small of his neck, “John—” you breath against his lips. 

“I don’t understand why…” he whispers, your foreheads brushing. 

“Why...?” 

“I don’t understand why me,” his fingers cup your cheek gently, as if you’d disappear between his fingers, “you could be with anyone — why would you choose this paranoid, old detective?” 

“Because it’s you,” you softly chuckle, and you draw your lips to his again, “and I wouldn’t want you any other way,” before you add, “except maybe sharing your feelings more so I don’t have to overhear any other conversations to know how you’re feeling.” 

“I could say the same to you, counselor,” 

“Excuse me, I said how I felt first,” you gape at him, in mock offense. 

“Only after hearing how I felt,” but you shrug, smiling as your noses brush. 

“Still, I was the first, so suck it,” you reply, and he laughs, a warm sound that makes your chest stir. 

“Oh,” his lips brush yours, a smile on his lips,  “I’m gonna suck something.” 

#john munch #john munch x reader #john munch imagines #john munch fanfiction #svu imagines #svu #law and order: svu #what the fuck is this dkfsnjfn

[khaleesiofalicante]

me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

#lbaf

[watanabes-cum-dump]

Me: Watanabe is my ideal man, I wanna ship myself with him

My drawing and character creation skills: Say no more

Everyone, this is Annabelle or Anna for short.

Psychological age: 24

Service time: unknown

Ethnicity: unknown

Weight: unknown

Team: Cerberus

Class: Attacker

Rarity: S rank

Damage: Physical

Frame (s): Spider Lily

Trivia:

- Anna is actually short for my real name, a friend of mine couldn’t think of a cute nickname for me so she just rolled with Anna

- I did have a similar haircut to Anna at one point so that’s why she has short hair

- She may only be 24, but she became a construct quite a long time ago

- Having said that, she’s something of a maternal figure for the younger constructs

- She’s not strict by any means, she‘s a lot like Beidou from Genshin personality wise

- Respects Vera as her leader, but worries about the strain it might take on a teenager

- Liv, Lucia, Lee, Vera, Kamui, Karenina, Nanami and Chrome have all called her mom at one point

- Doesn’t say anything when they do, she thinks it’s funny

- Kamui calls her mom as a joke sometimes

- A popular rumour is that Anna‘s consciousness is from the Golden Age given her outdated slang and mannerisms

- Anna isn’t quite sure how old she is herself but chooses not to think of it

- Worked with Watanabe back when he was a soldier for Babylonia, she befriended him and developed a crush on him. Basically thought he was dead for the better part of the past few years

- Kinda doesn’t wanna talk to him anymore

(come on, her friend and crush just up and left without so much as a goodbye or a letter, can you blame her?)

- Spider Lily is not her original frame, she’s actually forgotten what her original frame was

- No recollection of her life as a human. Asimov chalked it up to her brain module being damaged in a battle but he has no idea how to fix it

- Knows when to get serious and WILL get serious

- Likes to consume any and all human media no matter how old

- Seems to really like movies from the Golden Age

- Kind of jealous of Bianca, thinks she’s really graceful and beautiful in a way she will never be (not me projecting lmao)

- Likes art and making stuff in her free time

- Sings a bit too

- Has unofficially adopted basically all of the teenage constructs, no you can’t do anything about it

- “Oh my god these are literal children fighting a war. They’re my children now”

- *looks at KamuLee and Liv x Lucia* “I feel like all of my kids just grew up and married each other. I’m so proud”

- The kids ship her with Watanabe after Bianca told them about how they used to be (somewhat) close

- Plz the kids will actually hype both of them up to ask each other out

- Kamui: Hey ma, are you free tonight?

Anna: Yeah

Kamui: What about you dad?

Watanabe: First of all I’m not your dad second of all yes I’m free

Kamui: Great. Because I’m not. Enjoy your date

- Adopts Camu eventually don’t worry

#My art isn’t improving but that won’t stop me from making a shit ton of OCs #With incomplete story lines #Pgr #punishing gray ravn #PGR oc #Punishing gray #Oc #original character

[shuahoonie]

you. [tom holland]  - one.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! mentions of alcohol! a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! 

WORD COUNT: 1013 

SONG INSPO: tonight i’m getting over you - carly rae jepsen 

A/N: hello babes and happy new year! what a way to start the new year with such angst hey? this is the first part of this series that’s been sitting in my drafts for months now! i’m just a huge sucker for fake dating aus and not to mention, haters to lovers au lmao so i hope you guys enjoy this one! 

gif credits: @stallingdemons  

vanessa’s masterlist | preview | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | eight.5 [interview excerpt}

The day Zoë, your manager, pranced inside the office with a huge smile plastered on her face you knew your day was going to start off like a roller coaster.

There can only be two reasons that make Zoë smile: one, she got laid. How you knew that information was beyond you but it was a piece of fairly-valuable information nonetheless; two, she found damage-control whenever things got out of hand regarding you and the media.

You were hoping for the former.

See, last night was a nightmare for both you and Zoë, but mainly for Zoë. You weren’t really expecting things to get out of hand. Although you and alcohol don’t really go well together, it doesn’t stop you from taking in the pleasure that alcohol brings.

If Amy Santiago (from the show Brooklyn 99) had different personas for every drink she’d consumed, people would have to start calling you Amy now.

You had three drinks; three alcoholic drinks that rushed through your system. Three-drink-y/n was easily the snarkiest one, the bitchiest out of the three.  

You met up with a few old friends at a club that night, as you were meaning to catch up with them for quite some time now. Since your schedule was always in shambles and how your friends don’t have a lenient schedule either, it took you at least two months to plan this and you were glad you were able to hang out with people who kept you grounded.

A lot happened that night: one, you found out your friend was engaged.

“Wait a minute, we don’t talk for a month and you’re telling me you’re engaged?!” You asked Olivia in disbelief, as the ring on your friend’s finger glistened under your phone’s flashlight.  “Did you know about this?” You turned and asked Veronica who mirrored your expression.

“Uh- no? Do you think I’d be shocked if I knew?!” Veronica replied, equally shocked by the revelation that their friend made. “Livy, I thought you and Joshua were just ‘friends who occasionally hook up?’ I didn’t even know you were dating.” Veronica asked, putting air quotes on “friends who occasionally hook up.”

“Friends don’t fuck.” You commented before chugging down your martini and shortly regretting it- but you needed the kick.

Veronica looked at you pointedly but you just shrugged at her. “It just sort of happened,” Olivia mumbled.

“Oh god- you’re not being forced into marriage, right?”

“Veronica!” You gasped at your friend, who in turn just raised both of her hands in defence. “Well, you aren’t, right?” You then turned to Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes before saying, “You two are despicable.” She took a sip of her margarita then carried on “But no, I am not being forced into marriage. I’m twenty-three, I’m not a child-bride.”

Two, your friends had to dish you out on the current state of your love life.

“What’s all this buzz that I keep hearing regarding you and Spider-man?” Veronica asked you, with a teasing look on her face.

“God, that’s nothing.” You answered with a frown on your face. You signalled the bartender for another round of martinis. “People took it out of proportion.”

“Wait, I’m lost. What happened?” Olivia asked, finishing her drink and ready to grab another one.

“I was doing an interview for the Alchemist and they asked me a “would you rather” question. They asked me if I’d rather go on a date with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker or Tobey MacGuire’s. I answered Tom because I just saw Infinity War that time and he was brilliant, so automatically, I’d say his name.” You explained.

“See, this is why I can’t live your life, Y/N.” Veronica pointed out as you shrugged. She had every right to say so because sometimes, you really do wish that you didn’t venture into this route in the first place. “I’d never trade law school for that. Even if law school makes me want to claw my eyes out all the time.”

“Oh, please don’t give up law school, Ronnie. You are the only thing keeping our dreams alive.” You almost begged only to make Veronica laugh.

“Never too late to pick up that political science degree, babes.” Veronica cajoled. “Which reminds me, when’s your graduation again, Liv?”

“Oh, last week of May. Save the date, please?” Liv answered and you already pulled up your calendar to add a reminder in your schedule. You need to remember to tell Zoë about that.

Three, you bumped into Spider-man himself, Tom Holland.

“Shit-I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking and-” You quickly apologized as you collided bodies with someone only to look up into a pair of beautiful brown eyes. “Oh, Tom, I’m sorry.” You carried on apologizing, though you were internally grateful that your glass of water didn’t spill on him. In fact, the glass was just as full as it did before.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled and dusted himself off. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah,” You smiled. “I’m surprised you know my name. I’m so-”

“Yeah, I mean I should know the person who leeches off someone for fame. It’s the least I could do for myself.”

You had your eyebrow raised and your blood was boiling. You weren’t drunk. In fact, you have enough alcohol to garner some courage for the next thing you did.

“Asshole.” You spat as you put down the once filled glass on the table beside you. You took one last look at Tom Holland who was soaking wet.

People were staring, and you couldn’t blame them. Y/N, a rising celebrity, just threw water at Tom Holland. Imagine the news.

One thing led to another and then all of a sudden, you were trending on Twitter. It was a PR nightmare.

At this point, you’re practically begging to all of the gods to tell you that Zoë got laid. See, when things go out of hand, your manager tends to go overboard with the resolutions and if the smile on Zoë happens to be about your little accident, you already know you’re fucked.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland blurb #tom holland and reader #tom holland angst #tom holland imagines #tom holland x y/n #tom holland au #tom holland and you #tom holland and y/n #tom holland x you #the girl writes i guess #txmhoellandwrites

[oliviacs]

『 candice king. thirty. cis female. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that OLIVIA JAMES from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BOSSY & -STUBBORN. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool OWNER OF THE PASTRY PLACE and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +LOYAL & +CARING. i hope i see them around again!  @mapleviewstarters​​

hehehehe here i go again  ! ! 💕 tbh i really felt like we needed at least  /one/  semi-wholesome muse here with happy domestic vibes so may i present to u my 2nd baby  💕  

basics ;;

FULL NAME:  olivia marie james  NICKNAMES:  liv , livvie  AGE: thirty DATE OF BIRTH (ZODIAC):  march 24th ( aries ) BIRTHPLACE:  mapleview, nc. OCCUPATION: owner of the pastry place  POSITIVE TRAITS:  loyal , caring , organized , valiant  NEGATIVE TRAITS:  bossy , stubborn , workaholic , control freak  MUSE INSPO: monica geller ( friends ) , haley james scott ( one tree hill ) , caroline forbes ( vampire diares ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , prue halliwell ( charmed ) , amy santiago ( brooklyn nine-nine ) , leslie knope ( parks & recreation ) , claire dunphy ( modern family ) , dorothy zbornak ( golden girls )  LOVES:   coffee,  pastries , red wine, celine dion, cooking, movies, rain showers, scented candles, cold beer, people who make her laugh, corny pick-up lines, cinnamon hot chocolate, romantic gestures, sunrises and sunsets, bikram yoga, old disney movies, french fries, cuddling and hugging, being in charge, honesty, football, 80s music HATES:  being kept out of the loop or nor knowing stuff, liars and cheaters, anyone who hurts those she cares about, when people are in her kitchen and don’t need to be, oatmeal raisin cookies, feeling weak or helpless, death and funerals, secrets

background ;; tw:death

olivia has always been the quintessential girl next door during her youth and adolescence. born & raised in mapleview in a family who , for the most part , got along , she truly didn’t have a bad childhood. sure , they were never rich but they never truly lacked anything. 

for twelve years that she attended school , she was fairly popular , kept good grades  &  unlike her older sister that was a polar opposite , actually was a nice girl . 

howeveeeer , she was never short on spunk & wit despite the fact she “ played by the rules “  basically all her life. while she was always homely & friendly , she was also the girl that cut her hair short as a statement against femininity & only wore heels because she hated to feel small. 

along the time when she finished high school , she decided to use her college fund to travel outside her little hometown  &  see places until she eventually decided to enroll herself in a cooking/baking class & take over the pastry place from her grandma. 

however, tragedy struck when her older sister passed away , leaving the family in a total wreck - especially her niece penelope. since then , liv has always kept her close , kind of taking a role of her older sister. 

currently still lives in mapleview , is happily ( one of those annoyingly cute couples u love but hate at the same time ) married to the love of her life for about 7 years now , has a beautiful daughter named emma who just turned 4 , owns a ( new ) family house in fair lane ( moved from saycamore way ) , also owns a golden retriever called sammy ( american cliche what can i say )   &&&  is about eight months pregnant with ANOTHER baby girl !  

cute headcanons that we love ;;

i’m not gonna lie she’s totally based off monica geller from friends & i regret nothing y’all. 

also huge coffee addict ( surprise , right ? lol )  &  has insane amounts daily . probably smells of freshly made coffee everyday ksdfneg.

her leg shakes or her foot taps on the ground when she’s stressed. 

wears glasses for reading or when she needs to handle paperwork.

cleans when frustrated !!!! 

she’s the mom friend of every group so .... probably has a ton of people over every friday where she always cooks more than necessary. 

doesn’t tolerate nonsense & is quick to give you a smartypants comment to a stupid question heh

really ,  reaaaally affectionate with her loved ones . 

likes to sleep in her husband’s shirts ??? i mean who could blame her right

does not take too well to criticism or admitting she’s in the wrong 

famous lines include  “ you did not just say that “  &  “ i told you so “ 

can do her makeup even drunk ;))

still cries like a baby when mufasa dies & susan forgets about narnia

likes having a glass of wine every night before bed to calm her nerves lmao

goes crazy during superbowl season bc ..... she’s a hc football fan

a total mamma bear  &  will hurt you if you hurt her family.

extremely competitive in .... p much anything 

wanted connections that i’ll just give u my heart & soul for ok ;; 

childhood best friend aka the rachel to her monica !! <3 

a group of  FRIENDS  ( see what i did there rfneg ) give me ross , phoebe , joey & chandler ! <33

neighbors that often barbecue together on the weekends  

friends & enemies from school / high school 

maybe her first love ??  like a guy she dated when she was 14  & it was totally cute n innocent 

frenemies , coworkers , protective friendship , sibling like friendship , unfaithful friends , babysitter , unlikely friends , friends who used to be enemies , ex best friends , friends who balance each other out , competition , rivarly , friends by association , family friends , her husband’s friends :))  

#* ◟∗ ⋅ 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅. / ◝ O. JAMES › 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. #mapleviewintro

[svudrabbles]

How about one where Olivia gets jealous when another mom (one of Noah’s friends) flirts with fem!reader at one of Noah’s games (you pick the sport) especially when Olivia has been working really hard on a case, so she has been missing out on spending time with them. Angst + fluff at end pls I hope this makes sense because it sounds better in my head. Anyways, love your writing! You are really good!

Thank you so much!! This is a really great prompt, sounds great on paper too lmao. I chose dance because that’s what we saw most recently on the show...and also it made a neat storyline in the fic. Hope you enjoy!

Noah’s mid season performance review at the dance academy was today. You had informed Olivia of this last week, and she had promised both you and Noah she would be there. You hated to say it, but you weren’t sure if she’d show. She’d been at work constantly since the beginning of the month working this new case, and while you understood the importance of her job, sometimes it felt like she shoved the two of you to the side.

On the way to the academy, Noah had seen upset in the back seat, so of course you inquired as to why.

He said, “I don’t think mommy is gonna show up...”

Your eyebrows furrowed in sadness , and you sighed. “Noah, she just texted me that she’s leaving work in ten minutes. She’ll be here.”

He sighed, looking out of the window, and didn’t respond.

Yeah. You didn’t exactly believe your words either. But you could hope.

When you arrived, there were parents lined up against the massive wall to wall mirrors. Olivia wasn’t here yet. You took your seat at the end of the line, although Noah hadnt left your side.

“Mama,” he pouted, “where’s mommy?”

“She’ll ve here, love.” You hugged him tightly. “Go see your friends, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

All of a sudden, a woman and a little girl entered the room. She gasped at the sight of Noah and ran toward the two of you. “Noah! Look! My mommy got me a new leotard. Wanna see?”

Noah turned his head toward his friend, and almost as if he forgot entirely about his nervousness, he grinned. “Hi, Lilliah! Yeah!”

The girl named Lilliah took him by the hand and dragged him over to the cubbies where she practically ripped off her coat and began modeling her new sparkly leotard.

You felt someone take a seat next to you, so you turned your head and almost gasped at the sight.

“Y/N?” Grace laughed in surprise.

Grace was...an old friend of sorts. You were a dancer growing up, and had made it into a company by the time you were eighteen. Grace and you had made this accomplishment together, but once you left the company, you’d completely lost touch.

“Grace!” You smiled happily, bringing the woman into a huge hug.

“My God it’s been so long.” She squeezed you tightly. “Where have you been?”

You pulled away, your eyes searching her person. Her thick blond curly hair was swept into a messy bun, her sparkling blue eyes were alive with excitement as they usually were. Her white teeth broad in a grin. As much as you were friends, Grace was also your ex girlfriend.

“Ah, around.” You shrugged. “I actually teach dance at another studio.”

“Very nice. I always expected that from you.” She chuckled, squeezing your thigh.

You looked down at the sudden touch with raised eyebrows.

“I guess my daughter is friends with your son.” She mentioned, motioning toward the two little kids who were running around together giggling.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

“Makes sense. We were always good friends.” She winked.

You blushed. “Yeah. We were huh?”

“I met Lilliah’s dad not soon after you dropped out of the company. He was sort of a cope, I think. We became...acquaintances with benefits.” She shrugged. “I got pregnant with her, he skipped out.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, Grace.”

“It’s okay.” She chuckled. “Lily is the best thing in the world. Im glad it happened. But I do wish you’d been around.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry, I just...when I left, I didn’t want any reminders of why I had to go.”

“I know.” She nodded, her hand on your thigh ran inwardly. “I don’t blame you. I’m just glad fate brought us together again.”

You cleared your throat, pushing her hand away. You looked toward the door, and Olivia was standing there, staring at you, hurt in her eyes.

Fuck.

“That’s my wife, actually.” You mentioned to Grace. “My sons other mother.”

The blond raised her brows. “Oh...”

You stood, going over to Liv, and making a point of hugging her tightly. She hugged you back.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You mumbled.

“Who is she?” Olivia questioned. “I don’t like the way she was touching you.”

You sighed. “I’ll tell you later.”

Suddenly you had a small child crash into the both of you. It was Noah. “Mommy!” He grinned wildly. “You really came.”

“I really did.” Olivia grinned down at her boy, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so excited to watch you.”

Almost immediately after she said that, Noah’s dance teacher called out for the kids to take their places, as well as the parents.

***

After watching the performance, Grace had slipped you her number in your back pocket when you weren’t paying attention. She sent you a wink before saying, “If you ever wanna grt coffee anyway.”

Olivia had took note of this, and was upset all over again.

The three of you went out for dinner and ice cream, and then went home. Olivia helped Noah with his bath, and then put him to bed. You were in your room that the two of you shared, cuddled into your side of the bed with a glass of red wine, in one of Olivia’s NYPD t shirts that swallowed you whole.

Olivia came into the room, and eyed you. “We need to talk.”

You blinked, placing your glass on the night table. “Okay.”

“Who was thet woman?” She questioned, shutting the door behind her. “She seemed like she knew you. She could hardly keep her hands off of you.”

You sighed. “Grace is her name. We knew each other at the company, before I left.”

“Knew each other?” She questioned, rummaging theough her drawers for pajamas.

“Shes my ex.” You said softly.

Olivia scoffed. “Of course.”

“Excuse me?” You raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You were completely content with letting her practically finger you in a room full of kids.” Olivia stated nastily. She began undressing, changing into her pajamas.

“What the fuck?” You scoffed. “I shoved her away. You know that.”

“When I got there. How do I know how long it went on before?” Olivia spun on her heels, staring at you.

“Maybe you would have known if you were there!” You exclaimed. “You’re never here. You’re never around to touch me like that, you’re never around to watch Noah. It’s just the two of us all of the time.”

“Y/N, you know how important my work is...”

“And we arent!?” You asked, full of emotion. “Liv, all i want at the end of every day is to cuddle with you, kiss you. Make love to you. But I don’t get to do that. I don’t get to tell you how hard my day was, I don’t get to lean on you, and I live with that because I love you and I know how much your job means to you. But we have to mean something to you too, and it feels like we don’t.”

Olivia’s face became forlorn. She sighed, rubbing a hand through her hair.

You rolled your eyes, turning over on your side so you faced the wall. “Whatever, though. None of that matters. Keep practically pissing yourself all because one woman, who I haven’t spoken to, who I don’t love, touched me the way you should be.”

Olivia was silent, but she walked over to the bed, crawled under the covers, and pressed her body against yours. You melted into her warm touch. She curled around you as your big spoon, her leg going between your two legs, her arm wrapped tightly around your waist. With her other hand, she brushed away your hair, and pressed kissed to the nape of your neck. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around. It’s not fair to you or to Noah...”

Your eyes filled with tears now.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry i got mad, it’s just...when I saw her like that, with you...I hated myself. I should’ve been with you, holding you. She didn’t know you were married because I wasn’t there to let everyone know you’re mine.”

You sighed as she kissed your neck, softly sucking on the skin. “You’re my one and only love, Olivia. I’m proud of you for what you do, I love that you protect the unprotected. I just need you to be with us more than you have been.”

“I will be. I promise. I’ll be here more than I have been.” She mumbled, squeezing you tight. “I love you so much, my love.”

“I love you too.” You turned over, wrapping your leg around Liv’s waist, pulling your body flush against hers. Her hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your back, your side, your tummy.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, if you let me?” Olivia said softly.

You smiled. “I’d love that.”

#svu #law and order svu #olivia benson #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson x reader #request

[cowboybuckleys]

RAW lateblog, all in one place so i don’t post like 4500 posts lol aka: in which i’m too tired to use capital letters consistently and overuse question marks while i ramble about how i prefer NXT without specifically mentioning NXT :) sorry

since i only caught bits and pieces of last week, that was a really nice ‘here’s what you missed on RAW!’ moment to catch me up. (and nice to finally see Rollins embracing the crossfit jesus thing in a more overtly heel-y). 

i wish we could get at least one Murphy/Black match a week. they’re SO good. and the little moments where they end up sitting crosslegged across from each other is *chef’s kiss* in a perfect world it would have been tonight’s main event but i digress.

i actually groaned ‘not again’ when Natalya’s music hit.. it feels like we’ve seen this match w/Charlotte at least 50 times. they’re great, but can’t we get something new???

this 24/7 champ stuff is great, don’t get me wrong, but having them run out during the only women’s match of the night is uh… so dumb if they’re not gonna have one of the women try to take the belt for themselves in the end. it would have been something DIFFERENT for once too..

i’m not even gonna comment on Ryder and Hawkins because it’ll make me mad again to mention how i think they (and Drew) all deserve better than that. *cough*same goes for Rowan*coughs*

LMAO THAT FAKE OUT. i was suspicious the second he needed help into the ring. but the commentators overselling it didn’t help (was that mostly Lawler?? can i just blame this on mostly Lawler??). Randy sold it really well for a bit tho with the speech bit. the people watching it with me don’t usually watch wrestling and they were convinced that it was his retirement announcement until he rocked forward while standing on what was supposed to be his bad knee and my best friend’s wife went “oh fuck off, he’s faking” lol. AJ shoulda known better tho.. you never turn your back on RKO.

i can’t believe i’m gonna say this but i prefer the Lana stuff to whatever is going on with the US title and that’s… frustrating af cos i can’t stand the Lana/Bobby shit.. and isn’t helped by the fact that i have a feeling that the only good thing about the wedding is gonna be Rusev breaking shit up.

if someone doesn’t come outta that fucking giant cake i’m gonna RIOT. what’s the point of giant cakes if no one comes out or goes into it????

wtf was with all of those pointless ‘twists’??? all that hype for Liv and then???? that???? this entire storyline is.. fucks sake i’ve seen soap storylines written better. i could name 10 better tbh.

lmao told ya Rusev popping up was gonna be the best thing about that whole segment. that all went on for too long... 0/10 would rather listen to Joey Styles scream oh my god in my ear for 15 minutes straight than watch whatever that was again. move. on. pls. wwe. 

there were a few bright spots (Rollins/Owens/JOEJOEJOEJOEJOE, Street Profits, Murphy/Black, Rowan), but i’m struggling to watch week after week with this Lana stuff still going on. without it, it could’ve otherwise been a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ fine episode.

#wrestling #monday night raw #long post #(just in case the read more fails) #wwe raw lb

[nancydrew65]

SKAM NL Season 2 Episode 3 Thoughts

This episode really hit me hard. There were a lot of things in it that I didn’t expect. Also two seven minute clips!

You’re Such a Cliche

I feel like every episode I get a little reminder of how much I love SKAM NL. They used a song by Aurora! For those who don’t know, Aurora is a young Norwegian singer. She is fantastic and such a beautiful performer. You should really check out some of her live videos. If you couldn’t tell, she is my favorite artist, and I am so happy whenever a SKAM remake includes one of her songs. I literally jumped out of my seat when I first heard one of her songs in SKAM Season 3 Episode 10. (Yes, I really memorized the episode her song appears in). Also, cool to use the song “Churchyard” as the date ends up being in a church.

I love how Liv is just in a T-shirt and sweats, like she is not putting any effort into this date at all.

Ralph and Esra are the dynamic duo I never knew I needed in my life. I love their chemistry and how they play off of each other. Lol, at them trying to join Liv when she says she is going to the movies.

Liv and Ralph fight over who answers the door, and Liv literally shoves Ralph into a table. It is glorious.

Liv takes Ralph’s jacket out of spite. They really are like siblings.

Noah doesn’t take Liv to a place with a pretty city view. THANK GOD! I mentioned before, I didn’t think that would work because Liv’s apartment already has a great view, so I am so happy they changed it. Instead Noah takes Liv to a beautiful, old, abandoned church.

Noah approaches Liv with his flashlight, accidentally shining it in her eyes and she responds by holding her phone’s light directly in front of his eyes. She can be so petty and I love it.

Noah’s “Echo” was so cute. He is really growing on me.

Noah challenges Liv on her definition of cliche. I think that was actually very interesting because the character of William really was the definition of a cliche, and for Noah to spin that as something “true” was cool.

Liv asks him if he thinks she is a cliche, which I thought was kind of weird. I have never thought that any of the Noora’s were written to be interpreted as a cliche.

Noah lists what he thinks Liv is like, which of course, as we know, is what Liv is like. I guess it’s supposed to be a moment of “Aha! He understands her”, but like, when has Noah ever had time to figure all this stuff out?

Liv asks if he trusts her, and Noah responds: “I don’t know you.” Wow. I honestly think that is one of my favorite lines that a William has ever stated. Most of the Williams have a very arrogant attitude and pretend they completely understand Noora. There is a kind of humility in Noah’s line. He acknowledges that he doesn’t know her fully. I thought that was rather beautiful.

And just as Liv starts to open up, Noah receives the phone call. LMAO at that ringtone. I laughed so hard when I heard the frogs.

There is a nice, long moment where Liv is left alone in the church, waiting for Noah and you can see the moment where she decides to leave.

I know a lot of people were speculating beforehand what the phone call was about and I am very happy to state that at the very least, the entire fandom was on the same page about it being impossible for Noah to get in a fight.

Have You Heard it Already?

Janna and Isa have been hanging out a lot this season and I love it.

By the way, I love Liv’s shirt. Fits her character.

Kes looks like such a nerd in this scene. I don’t know if that was intentional, or… ?

Engel always wants to protect people, but she goes about it in such a clueless way.

Isa is in denial that Kes went down on a girl. It doesn’t have the same impact as the OG scene though because in the cabin episode it was pretty obvious that Kes was about to go down on Isa.

I’m slightly disappointed we didn’t get Kes’ walk of fame because I think he was one of the Jonas’ that could have actually pulled it off. (Unlike Marlon from SKAM Austin, cough, cough).

But in its place, we get the slo-mo of the senior girls which more than made up for it. And damn, all those girls were gorgeous.

Janna finally puts her foot down about Engel talking about that “weird-ass artist”. Not gonna lie, it’s my new favorite description of Noah.

And then the bomb dropped. Apparently, a lot of people guessed what happened, but I was not one of them. Noah’s mother just died. As in probably on Sunday night when he was on the date with Liv. That is such a drastic change from OG, and I hope to god, they follow through on it. Like really change the storyline to accommodate for that massive change. This really changes the whole dynamic of the season because Noah will be dealing with this horrible loss. I am very interested and intrigued to see where this goes.

We can see the knowledge hit Liv as she realizes that was probably the phone call Noah got on their date. I love how kind and caring she is; she immediately texts him to apologize and see how he is doing.

A lot of people were commenting on this scene and saying, “Oh, well finally Liv feels bad.” And I was like, yeah, I would feel bad too if that happened, but Liv had no way of knowing what happened to Noah and she had every right to leave that date.

Indeed, I Think You are More of a Tiger

Esra and Ralph crashing the girls’ nail outing which is just like them.

Also, I know I say this a lot, but the aesthetics of SKAM NL are so great. The pink in this scene really stands out.

I have to say, I think the girls are being rather unfair to Engel. She basically organized the whole benefit herself. She deserves some credit and respect for that.

Liv checks her phone to see if Noah has replied. He has not.

She also pretends to have a sore throat in order to get out of singing. I think she is feeling low after she got rejected by the record studio.

I love the little banter between Engel and Janna. I wish we got more of those moments because Janna and Engel have been friends for quite some time.

Isa asks Liv what she is doing when she keeps looking at her phone, and Ralph pops his head out of his private room and asks if Liv is checking her phone again. Ralph knows what’s up.

Tallinn, Here We Come

Engel is dressed up like a traditional Estonian dancer. She looks so cute.

Wow, there is basically no one there. Ah, but we see Jayden, Kes, and Lucas, so they came to support their friends. That’s actually pretty nice of them.

Esra and Ralph come storming in, soaked to the bone from their bike ride. Engel quickly shushes them before continuing with her speech.

Everyone is bored out of their minds, watching the Estonian dancers. Everyone, that is, except Janna and Engel. My loves.

Isa finally pulls Liv aside and confronts her about her weird behavior. At first, I thought Liv would tell her all about Noah, but instead she confides about the record deal. I actually liked this because it showed what was really important to her: her music.

Isa, correctly, tells Liv that just because she got rejected by the label, it doesn’t mean she can’t sing.

Isa tries to push Liv further because she knows the record deal isn’t all that’s bothering Liv, but then Engel basically forces Liv to sing.

Oooh, and we get a moment where Isa sees Kes making out with another girl.

Liv starts singing, beautifully as always. Everyone joins in and it’s quite the uplifting scene.

Later in the evening, Ralph graces us with a stunning rendition of “Part of Your World” from ‘The Little Mermaid’. I didn’t know he could sing that well! That falsetto, though.

Liv finally gets a text from Noah. It says: “OK, no problem”. How curt. But I don’t really blame him; he has to be dealing with so much right now.

Esra turns on a song and she, Janna, and Ralph start dancing in a ridiculous, let lovable fashion. I love these three.

General Thoughts

What an episode! This week was a wild, emotional ride. Tbh, I never know when to upload these reactions because I never know when an episode ends, and a new one begins. That is really my only complaint about SKAM NL. Besides that, I really loved this episode. I know a lot of people were hoping for Noah to appear again at the end of the episode at the benefit or for Liv to go find him at the church. But personally, I enjoyed not seeing him. I think it really builds up that tension and also… it’s realistic? I mean, Noah’s mother just died (she was probably sick for a while, but I know from personal experience, even if you know it’s coming, it is still awful). Also, I want this season to focus more on Liv as a person. Don’t get me wrong, I actually really like Noah, but Liv’s season is supposed to be about Liv. I think a lot of remakes don’t really understand that and like to hype up the Noorhelm aspect of the season. I think the best remake that handled a Noora season as her own while still portraying a (reasonably) healthy relationship with a William was DRUCK. I hope SKAM NL follows in its footsteps, and so far, it really has. So, cheers to the next episode. I honestly have no idea what is going to happen!

#skamnl #skam remakes #skam reaction #shit. this was an emotional episode #and it's only episode 3 #what is going to happen next?

[regalpotato]

*waves hello* Do you have any head canons involving Liv x Helen & River x Eight?

Oh, Anon, you do not know what essay length hell you have unleashed. Below a cut so as to not destroy people’s dashboards:

Liv/Helen Headcanons

- Helen realised she was in love with Liv during Ship in a Bottle. I mean, Liv is amazing and Helen has known that from almost the start, but when Liv is going on about never giving up, because that’s who she is, and that entire passionate speech…Helen’s just ‘oh shit’.

-Though I also (because who doesn’t have conflicting headcanons?) think Helen doesn’t actually realise she’s in love with Liv yet (gay denial anyone?). Regardless, BIG FINISH LET THEM KISS PLEASE THANKS.

-On the other side of the spectrum, Liv’s been in love with Helen from their first hello. Legit. Go relisten to The Red Lady. First thing she even says to Helen is a breathy little ‘hi’ and later when the Doctor is inviting Helen to join them, saying how she’s amazing, Liv agrees with a sort of ‘heart eyes wonder’ tone to her voice. (But Katie, that’s not love, that’s infatuation - okay, so, you’re right. But honest to god, by Absent Friends, Liv is 100% in love with Helen. I mean, her utter confusion at Helen asking for one room, and then instantly doing whatever Helen wants? Girl has it bad)

-Helen is frequently personally offended by the TARDIS translation matrix. “I spent years of my life learning Ancient Greek, Liv! The fact you can just read it like that isn’t fair, and it isn’t funny!” Liv of course, finds it hilarious, and also adorable. 

-It’s canon that the TARDIS loves Liv, but I also think the TARDIS now sees Helen as HER PRECIOUS CHILD WHO MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS because there’s no way a sentient being can watch someone struggle for DECADES to save the ones she loves (and the Doctor is the TARDIS’ precious thief, so bonus points there) without developing a SUPER INTENSE fondness for them.

-Liv hates snow. I mean, that’s already canon thanks to her hating any cold and damp weather (THANKS DARK EYES), and also she says she hates it in Better Watch Out. And then, after Fairytale of Salzburg, she REALLY hates anything Christmassy, especially snow…..Until Helen shows her how great Christmas can be (especially snow, when it’s being thrown at the Doctor).

-Tula is fed up of hearing Helen’s name. Because Liv would mention it at least 6 times a day during her year on Kaldor. 

-Considering Helen is a confirmed canon lesbian, but the only real hint we’ve had (I say that because the woman exudes lesbian aura, come on, we all know)  is her obvious attraction to River/River’s psychic wimple (Striking, rather like Rita Hayworth//Works for me! And for you! Who’d have thought, Miss Sinclair!) - and then the way she shuts River down by redirecting the conversation - makes me think she’s the repressed lesbian she really should be considering she’s from the 1960′s (also her bully of a father definitely knew she was gay and that’s half the reason he was a dick to her). I mean, Liv frequently refers to women as beautiful/sexy/attractive, but we have practically nothing of the sort from Helen. AND I REALLY HOPE BIG FINISH ADDRESS THIS?? (I was slightly annoyed at how she didn’t bat an eye over there being a married lesbian couple + son in the xmas two parter…)

-Which brings me on to the next headcanon. Liv is bisexual (writer confirmed canon), but she 100% prefers women. I mean, 1. she’s not attracted to the Doctor (canon - from her short story set during Dark Eyes) which is insane because HAVE YOU SEEN EIGHT? 2. She mentions, frequently, how attractive women (River especially) are. 

-Helen is the closed off one, Liv is the over emotional one. Which you’d think would be the other way round considering Liv is the cynical sarcastic badass and Helen’s the soft trusting history nerd. 

Eight/River Headcanons

-THERE IS A REASON River can’t be known by Eight. And honestly I really hope Big Finish tell us the truth soon (because if River can go around shagging Six and travelling with Five, she can show her real face to Eight ffs). But at the moment, I like to think it’s because she knows if he found out who she was, she’d have a much harder time leaving him/making him forget than she does the others. (And who could blame her, HAVE YOU SEEN EIGHT?)

-I also think Big Finish have a plan for Eight/River stuff. Because, as above, if River can shag Six and travel in the TARDIS with Five, but has to hide her face/name/voice/existence from Eight, there must be a reason (unless they just love blueballing us? Which is always a possibility).

-Parma violets somehow become Eight’s favourite flower and he really isn’t sure why. 

-The TARDIS always feels different to Eight when Sister Cantica is around. And he can’t understand why. (It’s because she’s happy her time child is there.) Also watch the TARDIS try and play matchmaker, even though River is like THIS IS TOO EARLY IN HIS TIME STREAM MOTHER, DO YOU NOT THINK I’D BE TAPPING THAT ASS IF I COULD? Spoilers: she eventually taps that ass anyway because HAVE YOU SEEN EIGHT?

-If/When River gets too close to Eight, he can sense her timeline very strongly (coz Eight has the best time sense) and sees how deeply interwoven with his it is. He’s already SUPER INTRIGUED by River (Sister Cantica, whatever) but this tips him a bit over into falling in love because HOW CAN YOU NOT, SHE’S RIVER SONG!

-Also, cravat = bow tie in River’s mind. Catch her stroking it fondly. (But Katie, Doom Coalition Eight wears a tshirt and leather jacket. BITCHES, STOP, I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS FACT)

(I know I have more Eight/River headcanons, but my brain is dead. Go ask @sonickedtrowel, she’s like the HBIC when it comes to Eight/River lmao)

#liv chenka #helen sinclair #river song #eighth doctor #otp: you're so brilliant #otp: parma violets #dw #dw eu #dw thoughts #what a great ask #i have been stuck with this in my thoughts all day #also i had to hold myself back from 'Helen tops Liv and you can't prove i'm wrong' #but i just put it in the tags anyway so YEET #though who even reads my rambling tags... #Anonymous #katie answers

[princess-kidatheart17]

For character ask Honey, Wasabi, and Karmi!?

HONEY

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Female

A ship I have with said character: Honeygogo and Honeybi (@disney-lover01and you are respectively to blame lmao). Also low key Tadahoney, but it’s mostly in fanart.

A BROTP I have with said character: With Fred.

A NOTP I have with said character: With Hiro.

A random headcanon: Her actual name means “sweet” in Spanish since she’s latina (ex: Dulcea or something)

General Opinion over said character: Honey is literally the sweetest, hence why Fred called her Honey Lemon. She’s the mom friend everyone needs. She’s always positive and even if the situation seems crappy, she tries to find the positive side of the things. She’s really cute, I mean I love how she states she’s not that tall when people call her tall, just, HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT LOVE HONEY LEMON

WASABI 

Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual

Gender Headcanon: Male

A ship I have with said character: Honeybi (it’s all your fault I hope you’re proud haha)

A BROTP I have with said character: With Fred and Gogo.

A NOTP I have with said character: With Hiro (AS YOU ALL PROBABLY UNDERSTOOD, BASICALLY EVERY MAJOR WITH HIRO IS A NO)

A random headcanon: Something happened in his childhood for Wasabi to become so clean-freaky (ex: he fell into a mud puddle, or something)

General Opinion over said character: Wasabi… seriously… needs… MORE…. APPRECIATION. He’s such a dorky bean. I love how he’s the biggest guy in the gang, but he’s scared of everything. He’s a huge underrated teddy bear and anyone who doesn’t love him/talks shit about him can fight me.

KARMI

I’m so glad someone asked!!! :D

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual!!

Gender Headcanon: Female

A ship I have with said character: Karmiro and Karmarys (her and Marys Iosama… this is my new favorite ship rn)

A BROTP I have with said character: Her viruses bc genius girl has no friends 

But between you and me, I hope she gets to befriend the gang! Mostly Honey Lemon and Gogo… have girls support girls!!

A NOTP I have with said character: With Liv Amara or any legal adult… like… no…

A random headcanon: boi which one to choose I feel like the reason Karmi fell so hard for “Captain Cutie” is because he’s the image of the “Prince Charming” society puts for girls’ expectations. I imagine Karmi got her heart broken multiple times during high school by boys who lead her on/rejected her, so when she saw Captain Cutie, she couldn’t help but fall for him. Because even if she knows she doesn’t have any chance with him (due to him being a superhero, and her not being the only fangirl), she’d rather daydream about him than go with a normal guy and risk having her heart broken.

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HER OKAY. I JUST LOVE HER. YES, SHE’S AN ASSHOLE, AND YES, SHE’S UNFAIRLY MEAN TO HIRO, BUT I DON’T CARE, I LOVE HER ANYWAY. Even before she was gonna be introduced, I felt like I was gonna like Karmi. And my instincts were right! I relate to her in a lot of ways: I too was antisocial, didn’t have real friends until halfway through high school and has a broody temper at times. But the way she excitedly talks about the things she loves or fangirls over Captain Cutie remind me a lot of myself (let’s just say that when I was her age, I had a 1D phase… enough said, lmao). And I’m really awkward and shy around people. But anyway, I just know Karmi’s got a lot of potential and I trust that she’ll have a concrete character development and hopefully becomes a friend to Hiro!

#thansk for the questions derp ^^ #big hero 6 #bh6 #big hero six #big hero 6 the series #bh6 the series #honey lemon #wasabi #karmi #ask games #asks #derpam

[mollweasleys]

❧ you’re absolutely fucking GOLDEN and i cannot wait to see who you BECOME ❧

❝ I met a girl like sunshine and lightning. Now suddenly, I’m an optimist. ❞ Molly Weasley, Victoria Justice, 17, Incoming Seventh Year, Hufflepuff, Cis-female, Pureblood, she/her. Resident unambitious, impractical sunshine girl, but compassionate, loyal, and always up for shenanigans. ( did somebody call for a chaotic horny?? )

hellooooo this is jane

molly’s app can be found here!!! her pinterest is here!!!

now i am going to ramble about her / give some lil details about her and her personality that might not be in the app (or might be! who knows! idk where this is going!)

Chaotic Horny™

just... chaotic energy all around

shenanigans with the hufflepuff seventh years are... she deserves a fair portion of instigation blame but like, it’s not like anyone’s really stopping it. also, contrary to possible belief, these shenanigans don’t usually happen bc they want to cause trouble—-they just have incredible ideas ok and sometimes trouble happens when you follow your dreams!!!

molly loves her family forever but also like. loves winding up her dad and uncles lmao they make it so easy and entertaining!

1000% hosts slumber parties in the dorm w/ freya and drags the other ‘puffs in (+ smuggles in liv)

matchmaking 2kforever! open ur hearts to love!  (@ verity) (@ lily) (@ everyone)

freya: [rollerblades down the hogwarts corridors] molly vc: catch me putting these heels on wheels!!! teddy, probably: pls use railings and survive!

molly is a sagittarius and it’s probably written into every inch of her every waking moment

she likes yellows and pinks and reds the most

flirty and flighty

will go along with pretty much anything, probably won’t learn from it

stomping on people’s feet in killer heels is the extent of her destructive capabilities at this point, other than possibly emotionally (though like, not intentionally)

kinda wants to buy a ginger kit this summer to name lily

cheers for her family, friends and anyone she thinks is right fit when watching quidditch

tall!!! she’s a tol!!

victoria justice is apparently not as tall as her last fc the last time i played moll so we’re boosting her to 5′10″

she’s… not practical. like, she’s so impractical. she loves loves loves helping people because she loves people in general but, frankly, she’s not always very effective about it bc she’s just not a practical person. she tries though, she really does. it doesn’t always go her way, but her heart is always in the right place

i mean she’s genuinely nice?? she never really tries to be good and she’s not particularly polite, but she just really likes people and it manifests in genuine compassion and infectious laughter. she’ll also talk to and flirt with anyone. wish i was joking. but yeah like re: niceness, she’s not always, like, polite and she teases and stuff, but she has a good heart and honestly probably doesn’t have a mean bone in her body

truly chaotic high energy tho

will probably kiss or hook up w/ anyone as long as they’re unrelated (!!!! v necessary ofc), not the worst & she doesn’t have a cousin secretly in love w/ you lmao

loves a good berry smoothie!!

i bought one of those portable mug/cup things that have lids for you to take away hot drinks and it’s pink w/ yellow lemons all over it and honestly molly would love it

catch her becoming hogwarts’ first surfing cheerleader!!!

i’m gonna stop now bc she is my ditzy glitzy disaster babe and this could probably go on forever if i don’t lmfao

#holocene intro #( i met a girl like sunshine and lightning | & INTRO. )

[petersthree]

Ravi week Day 6: AU - Ravi in all my Favorite AUs I Could Think Of 

Superhero AU - so Ravi is lowkey the sidekick in this one but he’s just out minding his day when someone decides to rob him and then all of a sudden The Major is there pulling the guy off of him. The [Liv superhero name that I can’t think of] is running up to them and The Major is telling her he’s got it, and they both give him a wave and are on their way. 

Ravi’s immediately in love with both of them lmao and he unintentionally keeps getting into trouble. The white haired douche villain who’s name Ravi can never remember almost drops a truck on him, he gets kidnapped, almost run over. Every time, the two are there saving him and it gets to the point where Ravi’s just like, “What, are you guys stalking me now?” “Oh, hey, thanks for saving my life, I’m eternally grateful - oh you’re welcome, random citizen!” “The sass is not appreciated.” 

He does eventually find out who they are though (mostly because he basically followed them home one day and was like “HEY SO YOU NEED A DOCTOR ON YOUR TEAM”) and he sasses Major for making his own name the superhero name and promptly plops himself into their hideout and goes “yeah so here I am let’s go team what’s on our agenda for today?” 

Game of Thrones - the awkward squire who everyone thinks is going to die, but somehow he enters every war and leaves with, well, his head on his shoulders. Gets a bit more serious with every battle, a good group of friends, it probably comes out that he’s the bastard of some king, Ravi ends up ruling, nbd everyone hail King Chakrabarti. 

Vampire AU - Ravi is vampire bait. Most likely gets bitten by Blaine and spends the remainder of his immortality holding it against Blaine. 

“Oh, come on, you found the love of your life doesn’t that mean anything -” 

“I DRINK BLOOD NOW YOU TWAT.” 

Coffee Shop AU - come on. Ravi meets Major here (Major is the barista) and he’s just shamelessly flirting with him let’s be real. Definitely awkwardly asks out Major by asking for “whole milk with cinnamon. Kind of like you and me, right? Cinnamon in the - sorry, let me start over.” 

Ghosts/Supernatural- Ravi finds ghosts interesting even though he’s scared of them, and he’ll reluctantly go along with any ghost hunting shenanigans that Major and Liv pull him into. Major believes and just wants to find ghosts. Liv thinks it’s all bulllshit (”you’re a zombie, Liv,” “Still”). 

Clive still can’t believe Ravi goes along with this white nonsense. Ravi will argue on how it’s based on scientific curiosity, but when he hears a noise or something falls and he almost drops the EMF from fear, he’s inclined to agree with Clive. 

They decide to hold a seance and Ravi kind of just goes “why did i do this why did i do this why did i do this” the entire time and when the ghost addresses him by name Ravi almost starts screaming. 

He texts Clive later asking if he can come over. Clive lets him but definitely salts his house and lights candles and put up an extra cross on the door and maybe kind of sort of flicked Ravi with holy water when he came through the door. Ravi couldn’t blame him. 

#izombie #ravi chakrabarti #raviweek #izombie headcanons #janie has headcanons #yeah i had headcanons so woooo lmao two raviweek posts

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rebecca isn't a weak woman (whatever that means), she is a weak character, lacking agency and accountability, being reduced to a Saint Victim when she is not (which i think in turns makes some ppl want to blame her all the more), 95% of her character is plot device and springboarding other characters/storylines. I 100% agree with everything you said in your post, but the construction of her character and and the writing has been genuinely upsetting and offensive, on top of being annoying 1/2

it is often manipulative writing that ends up not even serving her character because they've not let her exist, changing her personality whenever it's needed, reducing her to a walking prop that people can't really invest in or truly care about, because of how fleeting and vapid she is. unfortunately u r right ppl engage in ridiculous fake social issue call outs and use them to justify their dislike of her and make thmselves feel better when there r legitimate pbs surrounding her character 2/2

fair. i don’t necessarily agree with all of this but i get where u r coming from and you make a lot of good points. and i almost didn’t rebut at all because i’m just kinda like. yeah. fair. 

but i’m in a discourse mood so let’s dig in haha

i guess i don’t personally find the construction of her character upsetting/offensive because i really don’t expect any better from emmerdale than shitty, plot-driven characterization. i think rebecca has been under more of a microscope because of her involvement with a very popular couple and therefore the weaknesses in her characterization are brought to light and people are angry about them because the writers are a) taking the story in a direction fans dislike and b) justifying that direction using weak storytelling/characterization as the basis for that direction.

but... it doesn’t really strike me as any different than any other shitty, plot-driven, poorly characterized emmerdale storyline. of which there have been many in the past, and there will be many in the future. 

like. is it a little bit worrisome that emmerdale is probably using a female character as a prop to create a baby? i mean sure, i get that. but soaps use people as props all the time. the mother of jimmy’s son carl was certainly a prop. holly barton was brought in just to split up coira and send moira on a new path. nell is undoubtedly a prop for jai’s character development. and i mean yeah, it’s shitty writing and you can even make a pretty good argument that it’s sexist writing, but it’s not something i see as unique to rebecca. 

let’s also not negate the relationships that rebecca has with her family, and that she’s building with other villagers. rebecca has made more friends in emmerdale in 8 months than chrissie has made in several years and that to me gives her some depth, versatility and makes her MORE than just a supporting character in the robron drama (even though that’s obviously been her most important role) 

so it’s not that i don’t think people are right when they say some of this writing has been messy.. i just haven’t had (that many) problems with rebecca’s writing compared to the general emmerdale standard. since rebecca entered the show i have only had 1 or 2 moments where i side-eyed my tv and went ‘huh?’ (like i will admit i was kind of shocked when rebecca approached robert in the cafe last week. but even that can be explained. and the show DID explain that it was driven by chrissie’s quest for her biodad and rebecca thinking about her child and what relationship it will have with robert) 

so i don’t think it’s necessarily A FACT™ that the writing for her has been terrible and inconsistent and lacked coherent characterization. most of it has worked for me (as well as any emmerdale characterization ever works lmao). 

i think a lot of it is about our individual willingness to roll with a character or give them the benefit of the doubt - which often has a lot to do with whether we like or dislike a storyline, and whether we like or dislike a character. 

(for instance, i’ve never really cared about liv/aaron and so, to me, every aspect of that relationship feels like plotty, forced, disingenuous, lazy writing. but deep down in my heart i suspect that that’s just because it’s a relationship i wish didn’t exist and therefore i hold it to a much higher standard because i’m constantly looking for evidence that it should not exist)

(i also hated carly/marlon and once again, thought it was forced weird shitty characterization/writing! but that’s because laurel/marlon are a major otp for me so i just wasn’t willing to #buy into carlon at all)

i’m not saying that your points are invalid. i’m just saying... at a certain point i think these ideas of “good” or “bad” characterization/storytelling/writing are all fairly subjective and driven by what we as individuals want from the show.

#rambles #long post #also thank you for being nice anon! #it made this an enjoyable thing to respond to #instead of making me feel sad or anxious or angry #i was just like damn that was a good response #anon #asks