#i wish so much that i could beleive there was a good answer to all of these questions

[kingofattolia]

showing up several days late with starbucks only to find out that the damp dishrag whispery mindless villain Thrawn characterization I was worried about manifested exactly

[thebigqueer]

Genuine thoughts on the pjo tv series?

i had a lot more thoughts when i first finished the show so this isnt as comprehensive as it could be but these are all the most important things i can remember. but im glad you asked cuz im alwasy ready to answer this question

i didnt hate it. i think i might have had too high expectations but ill be watching s2.

i will say that i think they def stuck to the books more, which i liked, but they made some changes i def didnt like.

my biggest issue was probably with the way that the kids - especially percy - just knew everything going on, because it took a lot away from the childlike wonder that the books had when the trio went on their first quest. i think the fact that percy didn't know a lot in the books was also essential to kid readers, who most likely dont know anything about greek mythology. obviously i think the fact that show percy knows a lot is good because it highlights his intelligence & could be explained by the fact that his mother told him all the stories, but at the same time i think percy served as a really important way to teach kids about the greek myths, so it kind of sucks that he immediately knows whats going on at some points, especially when we have no idea as to how he even learned about it. for example, at some points it made sense that percy knew what was going on, like when they realized quick that Auntie Em's Gnome Emporium was where medusa lived. but when we came to crusty's place, they just totally skipped everything about how percy came to find out about who crusty even was. taking out that context totally messed things up, because if i wasnt a reader i literally would not have understood how we even got there and how percy knew who this guy was. i understand it was to save time, but i think it couldve been handled better.

on the note of medusa, LOVED THAT EPISODE. i thought it had to be one of the best episodes of the season because it really displayed how no one is ever 1 dimensional, and i loved the way they drew to sally and medusa's similariteis because it really made percy consider what "good" and "bad" really meant - which is to say, theres never a clear line. and i loved that annabeth was so reserved because it really served to how wholly she beleives in her mother and the gods because it sets up her character arc so well. the entire episode was just so good. ALSO THE ACTRESS FOR MEDUSA WAS WAYYYYY TOO GOOD. too good.

the lotus casino episode was probably my least-liked because of the way they executed it. in the books that part was so fun and colorful because it was just the kids being kids - of course they were going to waste time having fun. but in the show they were so caught up in the mission that it kind of sucked not being able to see them just having fun like kids do. thats what i mean when i feel like the show just took so much away from that whimsy that kids have. i dont remember where i read it, but someone once replied to one of my posts with something about how they were kids just by physical appearance but not in character (or not completely) and i agree with that. i mean, sure, they had their scenes where they argued over trivial things like candy and chips and splashed percy with water because they seriously thought it would help, but i just so wish we coudlve seen them having fun being kids at the lotus casino.

im also not saying that they act like adults. they def dont act like adults (which is good) but theyre just not as childish as they were in the books, which is why im kind of disappointed. to sum it up, what im trying to say is that i think the show was just so focused on the plot points that they forgot to add in the children's characteristic qualities at points, because the storyline was just so plot-focused that i feel like even the points that the kids were supposed to be silly and funny just didnt hit the way they wouldve in the books.

this is more minor but i wish the scene where annabeth tries to reason with hephaestus when percy's stuck in the chair was somehow longer, or just ended with more vagueness. i loved the way leah took charge of that scene and i thought it was a really good execution, but i didnt understand how it only took hephaestus 5 minute of being scolded by a 12 year old to suddenly change his mind about power. i guess that could say something about annabeth's persuasiveness, but in reality it was just the showrunners trying to finish up scenes lol. i think what im trying to say is that the scene just felt sped up when it couldve been slower, or maybe the scene couldve ended with a little more of a lingering question that would make viewers wonder about the implications of this scene.

LOVED THE SALLY AND POSEIDON SCENE. PROBS ONE OF MY FAVS.

i didnt like the way hades was portrayed. im not saying the king of the underworld cant be funny but i felt like the way they changed hades will not do good to the rest of the show, especially if we get into season 3 or when we learn about hades' kids, beacuse i dont think itll line up with the way hades treats his kids later on in the series. like i cant imagine we get to season 5 and this is the hades storming into the battle in manhattan. sure, hes funny, but it does not line up with his character in the books at all. i dont mind minor changes to the books, but when youre completely changing an entire character - one whos important to the series as a whole - whats the point in calling it a book-accurate show 😭

i loveddd the lsat episode i loved the dream sequence and i loved that they went back to montauk i thought it added so much to the show.

this is minor but also not - WHY DIDNT ANYONE BOW WHEN PERCY GOT CLAIMED. THAT WAS SUCH A POWERFUL SCENE IN THE BOOK AND IT REALLY SET PERCY APART WHICH WOUDLVE DONE WONDERS FOR THE WAY PERCY ACTS IN TEH FIRST TWO EPS because hes like 'im so different and everyone keeps telling me im special but it all feels so condescending and no ones explaining anything to me.' FOREVER MAD THAT I COULDNT SEE THAT SHIT WITH MY OWN EYES. WHATS EVEN THE POINT OF ANYTHING ANYMORE

sally was portrayed interestingly. i know everyone has a lot of different opinions about how she was portrayed, as well as how gabe and the way the abuse in their family was potrayed and i agree and disagree with a lot of the points ive seen on the internet. firstly i did like that sally was portrayed with a lot more strength and stubbornness than the movie did, but at the same time there were points where i felt like she acted so un-sally like. ex. i like the way she was so serious & nervous & anxious with percy at the pool because that made sense; but i didnt think the scene where she was ordering percy to open the door was something i was expecting. and i understand that the entire situation was so difficult for both her and percy so it makes sense that she was easily frustrated with percy not listening to her, but i feel like at the very least she wouldve tried another line or two of reasoning with percy before ordering him to open the door, because in the books she seems a little more patient with him. idk this was a super specific moment lol i think what im trying to say is she doesnt feel like the same sally that i remember in the books, and thats def not a bad thing at all but at the same time i feel like the way they potrayed sally in terms of her mannerisms just isnt who she is. she is adamant and indepednent and blah blah but its the little things in her portrayal that dont feel the same.

on the topic of gabe's abuse - i know abuse can be more than just physical and we def saw aspects of the more financial and emotional abuse in the show. but i didnt like how gabe was portrayed because yeah he seems like a shitty guy but thats all he had; theres no context as to why hes even in their life or even how he got in there. i think the best way to describe it is the way i saw someone else describe it: he's gabe, just not smelly gabe from the books. so its essentially teh same thing as the sally bullet - i feel like they got rid of some of the important characteristics of gabe so his presence in teh story doesnt feel the same. i think this could be said about most of the characters in the show.

thats about all i can remember. theyre just my thoughts, and theyre not the most clean thoughts so sorry if its confusing. its been a minute since ive watched the show so im sure theres other thoughts and im sure my opinions could change if i watch again. but yeah thanks for asking anon!!

[gaysimpsstuff]

I was wondering, maybe some fluff of hawks just making a bunch of bird sounds to his s/o

Awww that sounds so cute!!!

I’m assuming this is just an ordinary request and not a suggestion for Flightless Birds so I’ll write it as such!!

We just love Tumblr deleting my progress and forcing me to start over again.

Requests are very much open! Just check out my intro (pinned message, also in linktree) for rules!

Sorry this isn’t all fluffy, also sorry it’s a little shitty.

Genre: fluff, minor angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: cursing, guns (in one section), mentions of death

Other: most of the warnings happen in one section and there will be a note next to it so you can skip that one if you need. Also, I’m sorry that some sections are way longer than others, but some of the scenes need more context than others.

There are a few different noises your boyfriend makes. Most of them are human, human speaking, human laughter, human crying, etc etc.

But some of his sounds were less than human, more bird-like. You weren’t complaining, it was drop-dead adorable when he would make bird noises.

Purring (Contentedness)-

The first time you heard him purr was when you invited him to your house the first time. You’d made chicken strips for him. You could never forget the way his eyes widened when he bit into the piece and then he sort of… vibrated?

You could hear a deep rumbling coming from him, and he just looked so at peace. It was then you realized he was purring. Your little heart leaped into your throat and you wished you could purr just like him.

“That’s really cute, Kei~” you murmured and he looked up at you, face reddening.

“Uhhh- was I-“

“Purring? Yeah, it’s really cute. I like it.” You smiled, cocking your head to the side. His face split into a goofy grin and he giggled a little.

Humming (Happiness)-

You beleived this was more human, but it just happened so much that it had to just be instict. The constant sound of him humming the last song he heard on the radio or whatever tune was stuck in his head.

You noticed it the first time when you were watching movies together, then suddenly you heard him humming a couple notes, stringing some more along before he was humming a song.

Not just any, you’re favorite. Did you sing that song that much? Did he know? Either way, you didn’t comment. Instead, you hummed the harmony and leaned against him.

Chirping (Excitement)-

This one happened when you first said ‘I love you.’ He had flown you home after a date, and you’d been together for three or four months now.

He landed on the balcony outside your apartment, and you climbed out of his arms. He let out a disappointed sigh.

“Do I have to go?” He asked.

“Sorry, Kei.” You told him. “But I have to wake up early and if you’re here I know you’ll keep me from sleeping.” He frowned, nodding sadly. “Hey look at me, babe?” His golden eyes flicked up, meeting yours.

“I love you.”

There were no words from him in that moment. He just wrapped his arms around you, chirping loudly right in your ear. You could feel his smile against your neck. If you ever smiled that wide, you’d probably break your jaw.

⚠️Screeching⚠️ (Fear)-

This one wasn’t scary just for him. It was something you didn’t usually think about before it happened, and didn’t talk about after.

Your dates with Keigo usually went uninterrupted, but on occasion something happened. You went to a cafe with him this time, and he left to use the bathroom. Not a second later, a large black van drove up onto the sidewalk. People were barely able to get out of the way.

You stood up, turning to head to the bathroom and call Keigo out to help. Then you heard someone shout.

“Grab some people and fucking run! We need hostages!”

Great.

There were arms grabbing you, yanking you backwards. You kicked and punched at the guy, but another man pointed a gun at your head. You froze instantly, you weren’t in the mood to die today.

They dragged you around to the back of the van, a couple other villains were dragging other civilians to the van.

Then you heard it.

It was the loudest thing you’d ever heard, and the most frightening. The scream was loud as a fire siren, but worse because it was so animal. You turned and saw him.

Keigo was staring at you with wide eyes, pupils blown out until you could barely see his golden irises.

The sound of the villains cursing about Hawks’ arrival barely reached your ears before feathers shot out on either side of you and the other civilians, grabbing the villains and trapping them all against the walls.

You stumbled forward, and he raced to you, grabbing you and holding you close.

Hissing/Squawking (Anger)-

This one happened before you started dating, and it was the first animal noise he made around you. The two of you were just hanging out in his office when his (now fired) secretary walked in, rolling her eyes at you.

“Hello, Hawks!” She smiled cheerfully, handing him some papers. “What’s this person doing here?” She asked.

“Oh, this is my friend Y/n! Fuka, say hi!” Fuka, the secretary, pursed her lips and gave a little wave to you before turning back to Hawks.

“You know, someone like you really ought to pick your friends carefully.” She spoke lightly, glancing at you.

“What are you saying?” Hawks narrowed his eyes at her.

“I don’t know… just that they don’t seem… like they fit you? You know, you’re friends should be more like you.”

Hawks’ upper lip curled up, and you heard what you thought was a snake, you glanced at him, he looked angry.

“Fuka, are you saying that Y/n doesn’t deserve to be my friend?”

“I mean… basically.” Fuka shrugged. “You’re the number two hero, you deserve more than Uh… this.” She waved at you, disgust evident on her face.

Hawks was on his feet a moment later, letting out a loud squawk and flapping his wings. For the next few minutes, he just yelled at her for the next two minutes to get out.

Singing (Love)-

This one happened late at night, when you were half asleep. You were cuddled against his body, warm beneath the blankets. You heard his soft voice, harmonizing with the sound of the fan, branching off and making up random lyrics.

You melted, it sounding so sweet, you never would have guessed he was a singer, or that he was any good at it. But here he was, lulling you to sleep with his silky smooth voice, tugging you closer into his body as your eyes drooped closed.

⚠️Cooing⚠️ (comfort)-

You had never meant to cry. But Keigo hadn’t come back home in three days. He hadn’t answered your texts, or your calls. You’d been pacing the apartment, restless. Was he okay?

“Keigo!” You practically screamed when he finally walked in. Through the front door. The front door. You ran into his arms and just grasped at him, trying to double check if he was actually there.

“What happened to you? Where were you? I was so scared, baby I thought you died!” You felt your eyes overflow with tears, and he softened, wiping them away. It was then that you noticed he was covered in bandages, and his wings were tiny.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” He murmured. “I never meant to scare you. A fight went on longer than I expected, my phone got broken. I needed to stay at the hospital for a few days.”

“Why didn’t you get the hospital to call me?”

“Probabalg because I wasn’t conscious.” He responded. You welled you again.

“Keigo!”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry!” He pulled you into his arms, and swayed back and forth with you. You heard a soft curling noise coming from him, similar to his purring but different.

Cooing.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I love you so much and I promise I won’t do it again, okay? I’ll call for backup next time, I’ll always return to your side.” He cooed. “Always, always, always, always.”

[themoonispurple7]

I never comment but I had to tell you, especially with how under fire Jikook blogs are these days, that I love your blog and the loving, respectful tone of your posts. Having people in the fandom who have life experience provides invaluable perspective. A lot of Jikook fans are young queer people who would feel despair if their hopes were suddenly proven false. As much as they are cautioned to not make assumptions, who can blame young queer people for wanting to believe in a revolutionary love story? If they didn't have good reasons to think it was possible, there wouldn't be half so many Jikook blogs on here and people wouldn't look for and reblog clues to a potential couple. There's no getting around it. People wonder why teenagers get so angry and insecure when Jikook 'act cold' (when they obviously don't act cold). The answer is obvious. The more hope and emotion a young person invests into an idea, the more vulnerable they are to that hope turning to rage and disappointment. We have seen in other ships and fandoms that it is often women in their 30s and 40s who act as ringleaders for much younger and more naive people to follow and perpetuate certain narratives. Telling queer teenagers (or even older people) that they are too emotionally invested in a ship is not a caring thing to do. Anyone who puts ship content on a public platform knows that it is visible to everyone who looks for it. It is visible to the anti and it is visible to the queer teen who is desperate to beleive. This is why I admire blogs like yours. You never make people feel silly or small. You understand that all kinds of people look at your blog and are affected by it. That this comes with responsibility and you take that seriously. Thanks for it.

You’re gonna make me cry, anon! I do think I can be a bit more understanding of people and how emotional they sometimes get... And I get what you’re saying, I get why people are invested, why they see a part of themselves in JK&JM, why they wish they could have that kind of a relationship, and why they want that “happy ending” - because it gives them hope they can have a happy ending too, despite all the challenges. 

[comeoncomeout41]

I just watched the Elf episode of The Holiday Movies That Made Us on Netflix after remembering that I started writing an Elf supercorp AU for Christmas in 2018 (don’t judge me) and found my old notes app first draft so Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! MAYBE I’ll finish it this year... (she said as a lying liar who lies.)

*The fic in which Kara’s pod crash landed at the North Pole, 13 years later her adopted elf mother Eliza and her elf sister Alex tell her about her cousin Kal now Clark Kent and she decides to go to Metropolis to meet the only other person like her. She meets Lena “naughty list” Luthor. And Clark and Lois are Jewish.

🔥🎄🎄🎄🧝‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Some elves are born to work in Santa’s workshop. Kara Zor-El, however, was not born an elf or even from this earth for that matter.

When her pod crash landed at the North Pole thirteen years ago, she had no memory of a lost planet, no recollection of a cousin she was sent to protect who had already grown up to become Superman, and no idea how to be an alien living with elves. Santa was perturbed as to what to do with a skittish teenaged alien who cringed at the sound of tiny hammers building toys.

The elf doctor, Eliza Danvers, having a daughter around Kara’s age, naturally stepped in to help raise her, teach her elf culture, and attempt to control her powers. There were several mishaps of course.

Kara’s eyes lit up the first time she saw a Christmas tree. Literally. The green pine was burned to a crisp with her heat vision. But she quickly uprooted another tree from outside the elf village and helped Alex redecorate the new tree. And spent several hours carefully placing the new lights and ornaments, after breaking several of the glowing strings of light and the ornate red and blue colored bulbs. When Alex had trouble reaching the top of the tree, Kara swooped her up under her arms to help her place the star on the tree. And she managed to only break one of Alex’s ribs in the process.

After years of being at the North Pole, Kara was actually a wonderful toy maker once she learned to control her strength. When other elves managed to meet their five hundred toy quotas, Kara would have five thousand toys completed. The workshop wouldn’t need any teddy bears for another century, but finding storage for all of the toys Kara built was becoming difficult.

So from there, Kara’s primary job became Elf Master of Letters. She spends several hours each day answering letters for Santa as Santa’s tight schedule and the millions of letters he received each year became too much for the old bearded man. And although she always needed a little proofreading as the different Earth languages were sometimes difficult and much different than her native alien tongue, she enjoyed writing and speaking to children all over the world, bringing them the joy of Christmas.

Alex read over the letter Kara had just finished typing. Her younger but much bigger sister looked to her with a twinkle in her eyes and waited patiently. When Kara saw the red ink marked all over Kara’s letter she cooed and gasped, “That red is so pretty Alex. I know Raymond in Denver will love it! He told me red was his favorite color. I wanted to tell him that’s Santa’s favorite color too! But I didn’t want to give all of the big man’s secrets away, you know?”

Alex sighed and rested her hand on her sister’s shoulder, “Kara, these are your typos. Look here.”

Alex pointed to the last line, “Beleiving isn’t singing. Singing is beleiving.”

“He asked if he could see what the North Pole looks like. I set him straight. Believing isn’t singing. Singing is believing. That was in that one Santa Claus movie you had me watch, which I know isn’t historically accurate or based on true events, but I still,”

“Kara, remember your English spellings. I before e except after c? And it’s seeing not singing.

“Except in some cases like neighbor and weigh. And I just thought! It’s a play on words because ‘the best way to spread Christmas cheer, is singing loud for all to hear!’”

Alex smiled at her then, “You’ll get the hang of it.“

“Yeah, okay so I can’t spell that great, but the writing was good right?” Kara looked hopeful.

Alex shoved her shoulder, “You know you have more Christmas spirit than any other elf. Now come on and fix these typos, so we can go drink hot chocolate with Mom.”

That night when Kara had gone to bed, belly full of twelve drumsticks, eleven pickled peppers, ten cups of hot chocolate, nine hams glazed, eight glasses of milk, seven strudel pastries, six white chocolate goose eggs, five onion rings, four carrot cakes, three French bagels, two turtle chocolates, and a chocolate pecan pie, she curled up on her elf sized bed. Eliza had knit a fourth blanket onto her elf quilt the previous month when her toes started peeking out at the bottom. Alex had tucked her in tonight, making certain she was snug as a bug in a rug in the tiny bed, wishing sweet dreams of sugarplums dancing in her head.

She was content, happy, home and tomorrow would be her thirteenth birthday at the North Pole. What more could her life possibly be, what could be more rewarding than being apart of the magic that brought Christmas to children all over the world? And still Kara thought of that world and all of the little lights that wrote those letters to Santa, the gleaming eyes of all who opened presents on Christmas morning, and she wondered if any of them were like her. If they could hear the faintest sounds of snow falling or reach up and touch the clouds. If they could roast chestnuts with their eyes or see through all those pretty presents wrapped neatly under the tree. If the people of this world could believe that Santa would come every year to bring them gifts, then she had to believe that somewhere out there, there was someone else who was just like her.

That night Kara dreamed of a beautiful red sunset and little baby boy named Kal. It all felt so real, seeing him jet across the sky in a similar pod to the one Kara had found in an abandoned workshop years ago, knowing it must have been how she found her home. She wrote a letter to Santa as soon as she woke up, asking him to find a home for Kal for Christmas.

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Kara had been in trouble a bit, always an accident, because really how was it her fault if Blitzen couldn’t keep up with her? He could have flown faster if he hadn’t eaten all of that maple syrup and maybe then he wouldn’t have been left behind! She carried him back the whole way anyway! After she found him three days later in the Swiss Alps.

But this time when she was called to Santa’s office and Eliza and Alex sat patiently waiting for the charges from the big boss, Kara didn’t know why she was here at all, or rather, now she was on the floor with wood debris around her rear because the little chair was a lot lower than she had anticipated. That was the tenth one this month.

Santa cleared his throat and rubbed his white bearded chin, “I read your letter, and I spoke to your mom and sister. I think they have something they’d like to tell you.”

Kara widened her eyes and looked to her mom, “Are we going to adopt Kal? Like you adopted me? Please say we can Eliza. I promise I’ll teach him myself how to control his powers, and I can build him a crib myself. I’ll even chop down the tree for the wood and we can,”

Eliza cupped Kara’s face and kissed her forehead, a tear prickling at the corner of her eye, “Do you remember Kal now sweetie? Do you remember Krypton?”

Kara blew out her breath in bewilderment, “Krypton? What’s that? Is that where I’m from? Is it in Canada? I’ve always felt I was probably a Canadian because I don’t get cold at the North Pole, and I make the best maple syrup every year during the elf Christmas party.”

Santa nodded, “Its true, you really do.”

Alex gasped, “you know you’re not an elf?”

Kara chewed at her fingernails, “Well I’m not, am I? I’m bigger than all of you and I can lift a Christmas tree over my head like it’s mistletoe and fly with reindeer and all sorts of stuff. I’ve known for awhile I’m not from here, but this is still my home. You two are still my family.”

Alex held back all her unshed tears, “But you have other family out there, and we can’t keep you from knowing about Kal anymore.”

So that day Kara cried when Santa showed her the picture of Kal, or Clark Kent as he was called on Earth, glasses askew and a beautiful woman on his arm. Clark without the glasses bearing what she was told was her family crest, the House of El, taking up the mantle of Earth’s greatest hero, Superman. She had crafted thousands of figurines of her only living blood relative, and yet she hadn’t the faintest idea that she had been sent to protect him for all of these years. He had grown up, not alone at least. He was raised in Kansas on a farm, and now he lived in Metropolis with his wife Lois Lane and their son Jonathan Kent.

“Does he even know I exist?”

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Kara changed into her best elf attire and her bright red boots that Eliza had made her for Christmas, letting her open one present before she left. Today was the day that she would fly to Metropolis and meet her cousin for the first time. She couldn’t wait, but the dread at leaving Alex and Eliza settled deep in the pit of her stomach. And all of the letters to Santa she still wanted to respond to sat neatly at her desk in her room.

She was leaving behind her entire life at the North Pole. She told herself she wasn’t losing her home, but it still felt like it. Santa’s workshop, Eliza and Alex, it was all she had ever known or could remember. Would it be the same when she came back? Would her room still smell like a gingerbread house and would her stocking still hang by their chimney with care? Would Kal come with her or would she split her time between Kal and Alex and Eliza like some children who get double presents when their parents divorce?

Alex knocked on her door and waltzed in, “Hey Kara, mom made you something to take to Kal. There’s a winter storm over Greenland, you should probably get going soon.”

Kara wiped the tears from her eyes and her sister rushed to hug her. She had to bend down a little and lift Alex off the ground, but no way was she leaving without giving her sister a proper hug.

“I’m going to miss you and mom so much, Alex. I’ve never been away from home for more than a few hours, how am I going to make it to Christmas without you both? Will you even still want me back?”

Alex nuzzled closer, “You better come back because I don’t want to imagine this place without you. Who’s going to lift the fridge so mom can sweep under it hmm? Who’s going to change all of the light bulbs in the workshop when they blow out? Who’s going to drink hot chocolate with me and watch Hallmark movies in July?”

Kara laughed, shaking her head and deposited Alex on the floor, “I thought you hated the Hallmark channel.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes, “But I love spending time with my sister, and I love you, you big sap. I swore I wasn’t going to cry.”

Feeling slightly better Kara shoves her sister’s shoulder, a little too hard and catches her before she falls, “I love you too, dork. Don’t open the present I got you until you get back, pinky swear?”

Alex locks pinkies with Kara and kisses her thumb, “I’ll miss you. Please be safe. No breaking the sound barrier, watch out for pigeons because there’s a lot in Metropolis or so I’ve read. And when you see Kal remember to call him Clark Kent.”

“Got it, and don’t eat anything I don’t buy myself or anything not given to me by Clark, Lois, or Jonathan because there’s a high chance it’s not candy.”

Kara hugged Eliza for thirty minutes after that, and then Alex for another ten minutes before waving goodbye to Santa and all of the elves at his workshop. Metropolis wasn’t so far for her to fly, and she’d be home in no time.

She coasted through the peppermint sparkled glaciers, touched the northern lights, sailed through the skies above the Arctic Ocean, grazed the top of the Daily Planet, and landed atop the small two bedroom apartment building on the rent controlled side of town. Inside the windows of the corner apartment on the top floor, Kara saw Kal with his family, lighting candles, looking happy and calm. She decided to wait until morning to meet Kal, Clark, alone.

She listened into the city around her, all of the heartbeats like a million tiny hammers beating together, all except one. Kara flew the city, pinpointing the sound, admiring all of the lights on all the trees in all of the buildings and all the shining multicolored bulbs lining the streets. And it was there, in the tallest tower of the tallest building, one light shone through the wall to wall window, a small desk lamp in the large office. At the desk a woman with jet black hair and skin as white and fair as snow sat, typing away at her computer, nibbling on the pen in her mouth. She strained her long elegant neck, and stretched her arms above her head before getting back to work.

Kara glanced below the balcony to the street corner, finding what she knew the young woman needed. She floated down to the alley and walked into a coffee shop, took some time figuring out how to pay for a cup of coffee with the paper and coin money that Santa had given her before she left. Smiled and thanked the cashier for helping her, put one of the bills in his tip jar (it was a hundred.) She quickly flew into the woman’s office, left the coffee on her desk, and flew out of sight, feeling a little like Santa herself in the moment.

The woman grabbed the coffee absentmindedly and sipped, not expecting it to be so hot Kara sees her fanning her mouth and frantically searching the room with her eyes. When she turns to peer out her balcony, Kara sees her face, hard jaw line, soft endearing green eyes. She smiles as the woman screams and locks her balcony door as the windows go pitch black.

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #36 (Untitled)

I am really sad I didn’t end up finishing this one. I like a lot of the actual concept of it still; the Horde is anti-love more or less, Adora and Catra are unlearning years of abuse for being in love, etc etc. But it never had a concrete ending. I considered a joke where Glimmer was like “jfc just get together already” and Catra is like “We are??????”, but it didn’t quite fit either. I still think Netossa and Spinny redo their vows after the war, though.

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"Anything else?" King Micah asks, after what has turned into a three hour long debate as to whether they should name a giant hole in the ground after Prime or She-Ra. They still hadn't decided.

"Is there anything else to say?" Swift Wind replies, his head resting comfortably on Adora's hair bun. "Stuff has to be picked up, lore has to be written down, busywork busywork."

"Ahem," said Spinnerella, standing up. She takes Netossa by the hand and slowly comes to the front of the table, smiling deviously. "May we, Micah?"

The king bowed and stepped back. "Of course."

Spinnerella smiled, grateful. "Thank you." She turned to the gathering of Princesses. "Everyone. As you all know, things have been hectic recently."

Mermista snorted.

"But Etheria has triumphed over all else. Love has triumphed over all else." The wind Princess kissed the back of Netossa's hand. "Do you care to tell them, darling?"

Netossa flung her free hand up. "We're renewing our vows, suckers!"

"Netossa," Spinnerella chided, giggling. "We're here to invite them, not rub their noses in it."

"Can't it be both?"

Catra, who had been petting Melog the past two and a half of those three hours, finally glanced up. She didn't have much to say about a giant hole. She didn't really care about the name. And Melog was fun to pet- soft and surprisingly warm, especially in their mane area. Catra glanced at Adora, hoping to find answers, only to see the familiar blank look she always had whenever she was confused.

Thank stars for Scorpia, who doesn't have issues about swallowing her pride and asking about things. "Congrats! Uhhhhhh…. what is it we're celebrating, exactly?"

"Love," Netossa said, as if that was an actual explanation. "Spinny and I have been married for over fifteen years now. This is just a good way to remember the best choice I've made in my life."

"Follow-up question," Scorpia says. "What is our uniform? Because I have, like, none of the uniforms. I had this nice dress and I think it got lost in the ocean somewhere?" She gestured to her usual outfit with her claw. "So this is basically it."

"We'll find you something," Spinnerella promises. "This doesn't have to happen overnight. We have forever, now." She kisses Netossa's cheek this time. "Isn't that amazing?"

"Isn't that amazing?" Catra repeats a couple of days later with venom, pulling on her tuxedo jacket. "I know this is happy ever after or whatever, but why does happy ever after have to have so many damn clothes?"

Adora adjusts her tie with a shrug. It's a pale sea-green, and easily the best part of the entire outfit. "I asked Bow about it, and apparently they got married in a ditch right after Micah vanished. I guess they wanted to one-up that."

"Stars, I wish that was me."

"Getting married in a ditch?"

"No, in a ditch. Letting the grass reclaim me." Catra scowled at herself in the mirror. Her hair was beginning to grow out a bit, finally, but it'd be ages yet before it was back to its proper glory. "Any chance we could skip?"

"Only if you're willing to get the shit kicked out of you by Netossa." Adora pulled a small headband out from a random drawer. Crude ladybugs littered the blank plastic. "Here."

She bristled, eyeing it suspiciously. "You know I don't like stuff on my neck."

"It's not for your neck." Adora carefully tucked it behind her ears, letting it slide into place. She decided screw it, she was already here, and pressed their foreheads together. "There. Now your bangs are out of the way. Everyone can see your cute freckles."

"Stars, you're corny." Catra's skin rumbled lightly with the force of her purr, but when they locked eyes again hers wavered. "Do you... think we'll ever be important enough to get away with that stuff?"

Adora blinked at her, a bit taken aback. "You want to kiss me in front of the Princess Alliance?"

"What? Ew. No. Affection is disgusting. I guess I just... want to be important enough to everyone to be so open about it."

"You are," she promised, taking Catra's hands in her own. "You delivered the Failsafe to the Heart of Etheria! And that's just in the name of the rebellion. You climbed so high in the Horde."

Catra made a face. "That's not exactly getting me brownie points here."

"Maybe, but it's still impressive. You're impressive."

"Tell me how you really feel," she teased, but her purring had gotten considerably louder.

Adora intertwined their fingers. "One day, it'll be our turn at the front of the table."

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The problem was less that they were necessary and more of a tenure thing, Catra reflected some time later. She-Ra was one helluva bargaining chip, and Catra hadn't exactly been a slouch during the war.

That said, they were still two very young members of a rebellion almost as old as the stars, and they were very much replaceable now. Memories of history like Spinnerella and Netossa can hug and kiss and be and it's not an issue. Two morons who used to dare each other to eat entire pounds of ration bars had to be a bit more discrete. So it had been in the Horde, and so it would be here.

Somehow, by some miracle, it was the exact same day Sea Hawk had managed to pull Mermista up on stage for karaoke night.

"I hate this," Mermista groans into the microphone. She glares at the snickering. "I hate all of you too."

"Come on, dearest," Sea Hawk encouraged. It'd become something of a pet name for them, if pet name included Sea Hawk bellowing it during his shanties and Mermista chucking waves at him for doing it, trying- and failing- to hide a smirk. "You sang an epic rock remix in a battle! How is this any different?"

"Uuuuh, the epic rock remix was a battle cry about how I would personally rip some Horde scum apart with my bare hands for destroying my land. This is just a shitty mic. Also you've had too many wine coolers."

"NONSENSE!" Sea Hawk cried. He was holding onto the mic stand for dear life. Somehow, despite being a man who spent a good chunk of time in bars, he'd proven to be quite the lightweight. "It'll be an ADVENTURE!"

"I think we've had enough of that for one lifetime."

"I BELEIVE IN YOU," bellowed Scorpia, who had had none of the alcohol and all of the dopamine.

Catra banged her fists on the table. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Don't be a little shit," Mermista said into the mic, then blanched, "Frosta, never say that word ever."

Frosta was busy sipping at her chocolate milk. She stopped and met her eyes, scowling. "Stop being a coward and sing, coward. Or I'll do it."

"I'll sing you a love ballad," Sea Hawk promised with his patented puppy dog eyes.

"I'll literally do this so you don't," Mermista replied, taking the mic with a small smile. "Fine, whatever."

It's disgusting in how sweet it is. Catra watches the spectacle with some distaste, rolling her eyes when Sea Hawk attempts a dip and Mermista flips it around on him. The pirate doesn't seem to be complaining, if his blush is anything to go by. Scorpia claps along and- is that tears? Yup, those are tears. She's crying.

It's not that Catra is jealous. It's not. (She is, but that's not the point). They're just so... brazen about it. Like this is normal. Like this is okay. Ten years of knowing each other and Shadow Weaver had given them shit for holding hands. Fifteen and having a sleepover and getting horrible punishments. Catra and Adora had to claw and spit just to stay on the same squadron, while these chumps could do whatever.

It made her pause. A little. Could they do that? Catra glanced at Adora out of the corner of her eye. The warrior didn't seem all that surprised, watching with a polite detachment, like this was a book and they'd reached a really boring flashback. The idea of standing up and doing something even slightly like what Sea Hawk and Mermista did was... no. Just no.

But maybe she could do this.

Catra edged over a little and stiffly leaned against her. Adora jumped a little, blinked a little, and wound her arm loosely around Catra's waist, thumb softly rubbing circles in her side.

Alright then.

This is okay.

Catra can do this.

[a-royal-obsession]

The Princess of Wales to the Prince of Wales, and the reply

[Received 21 Apr. 1796]

Je supose, mon cher Prince, que Lord Cholmondeley n'a pas eu l'occasion de vous porté le mésage du quel je l'avait chargé mardi matin, et comme je n'ai jamais le bonheur de vous voir seul, je suis ainsi obligée de prender recour a ma plume pour vous dire ce que je désir en peu de phrases.

Comme je voi que trop bien, mon cher Prince, que cela vous coute infinement de vous vaincer de diné de nouveaux avec moi, je croi que vous est pas en même d'éxiger le même sacrifice de moi, de diné seul avec une personne que je ne peut point aimé n'y estimé, et qui est voter maitresse, et d'êter enfermé tout la longue journé avec elle. Pour cette raison, mon cher Prince, je vous prie instanment d'y réflecher et de changé ma fasçon de viver dan ce moment qui ne peut êter que trés désagreable et embarrasante au possible. Aussi bien que pour Lady Jerser [sic] sur tout les raport je le démande comme la premiere et la seul faveur, mon cher Prince, de ne plus me faire diné seul avec elle, car je n'y résite plus, soigé aussi généroux comme voter nation l'est et tenné parole comme chaque brave Anglois le fait, car tel est leur caracter nationale!!

Disculpé, mon cher Prince, si mes expressions sont trop fort pensé que cette un coeur navré de la plus vif douleur et du plus mortel chagrin qui démande voter assistance; pense que c'est la mere de voter enfant qui vous implore de cet enfant cheri que vous aimé tant. Pour moi, je n'oubliré jamais cette marque de voter bon coeur, mon cher Prince; ma vie vous sera devouée pour le reste de mes jours et je me fairé gloire de me nomé tout ma vie voter fidelle et soumisse.

The Prince’s reply

21 Apr. 1796

You must allow me to answer in English your letter of this morning as you sufficiently understand the language, because it is essential for me to explain myself without any possible ambiguity upon the subject of the unwise, groundless & most injurious imputation which you have thought fit to cast upon me. In the first place, Madam, I beg you to recollect that I detail’d to you the peculiar circumstances by which I must be led for some time into a course of dinners abroad, that you might not misconstrue my absence into any purposed neglect towards you, but unless you are conscious that the tone which you have unfortunately taken must necessarily make your society uncomfortable to me, you ought in candor to have been satisfied with the reasons I gave. As to the sentence in your letter which insinuates that I oblige you to dine tête a tête with Lady Jersey, I should be lost in astonishment at a statement so utterly contradictory to truth, did I not perceive with great concern an object in that assertion to which I shall advert presently.

I am more immediately call’d to notice the indelicate expressions you have used towards me in the allusion you make to Lady Jersey. Beleive me, Madam, that the persons who endeavour to poison your mind with the vile calumnies which have been propagated in the world respecting Lady Jersey are no less seriously your enemies than mine. They hope to furhter their private malignant views by fomenting discord between you and me, at the expense of us both. What else, Madam, that unconquerable disgust in my mind could be the consequence, were it in your power to make me meanly & dishonourably sacrifice in the eyes of the publick a woman whom I declared to you on your arrival not to be my mistress, as you indecorously term her, but a friend to whom I am attached by the strong ties of habitude, esteem & respect. Were it otherwise, were my connection with Lady Jersey of a different nature, such repugnance at the idea, comes if I may be allowed to say so, singularly from you. I cannot forget that you have launched out to me in praises of another woman, whose character could never have been known to you but through the interested or vindictive suggestions of designing individuals; praises, the only drift of which could be to reconcile me to a person whose conduct I always must resent with just indignation.

But let me remind you, Madam, that the intimacy of my friendship with Lady Jersey, under all the false colour which slander has given to it, was perfectly known to you before you accepted my hand, for you yourself told me so immediately on your arrival here, reciting the particulars of the anonymous letters which transmitted the information to Brunswick, & giving yourself credit for having suppressed all mention of their purport but to myself. This, Madam, was two days before we were married: I then took the opportunity of explaining to you that Lady Jersey was one of the oldest acquaintances I had in this country & that the confidence resulting from so long a friendship had enabled her to offer advice which contributed not a little to decide me to marriage.

You will recollect, Madam, that you have seven Ladies in your family besides Lady Jersey, any, or everyone, of whom it is in your power to summon either for dinner or for company at any hour of the day. Lady Willoughby, as sister to Lady Cholmondeley, you know to be likewise admitted to obey your invitation. If the choice be not more extensive it is not my fault, but it is the consequence of the etiquette existing from all times for the situation of the Princess of Wales. You know, Madam, that at times when Lady Jersey has not been in waiting you have asked to dinner other of your Ladies (or at least might always have done so had you pleas’d) than the one which happen’d to be in attendance. What impeded, or what impedes your doing so in the case of Lady Jersey? I never said anything to you which could even influence you to make a distinction between any of your Ladies, leaving it to your own taste & judgment to regulate your society among them as might be most gratifying to yourself; but, Madam, I much fear that the insinuation of your being forced to keep company alone with Lady Jersey, through a long day as you state it, was not meant for me who must know the total want of foundation for such a representation. I am very apprehensive that you have been inconsiderate enough to imagine that you might hereafter appeal to the copy of that letter in order to prove to others not so well inform’d, the grounds you had for dissatisfaction. This I the more suspect from the forc’d & insidious compliment paid to the English nation in another passage involving, however, a most unjustifiable charge against me by the contrast in which I may be suppos’d to stand. The strange incorrectness in your writing & of your turn of expression may possibly have made me misunderstand this, but it is necessary that I should speak to the point as I am determin’d to leave nothing doubtful between us. If, Madam, such a purpose has been indistinctly floating in your mind, I recommend you to ascertain to yourself exactly what result you expect from it. What improvement does your situation admit which does not depend wholly on the prudence & propriety of your own private conduct? We have unfortunately been oblig’d to acknowledge to each other that we cannot find happiness in our union. Circumstances of character & education, which it is needless to discuss now, render that impossible. It then only remains that we should make the situation as little uncomfortable to each other as its nature will allow. It has been my studious wish to soften it in that respect to you. I have been solicitous that you should have every gratification which the nature of the times, the manners of this country & the established customs of your rank would admit, with a due regard at the same time to the pecuniary difficulties I so cruelly & unjustly labour under. Those difficulties undoubtedly preclude you from a part of that splendor which ought to attend a Princess of Wales, but you well know that no blame can on that head rest with me or with the King, whose honorable support to me I must always acknowledge with most grateful sensibility. However, these wishes on my part for your comfort can in no way be so effectually counteracted as by your attempting—and in which you must fail—to establish an interest & a comfort irreconcileable to mine. The unfair & insidious attacks which you seem disposed to make upon my tranquility & wellfare must disincline me to contribute to your satisfaction & pleasure in the degree I should desire.

Let me therefore beg of you to make the best of a situation unfortunate for us both, which is only to be done by not wantonly creating or magnifying uncomfortable circumstances. I have desir’d Lady Cholmondeley to have the goodness to be the bearer of this letter that she may explain any phraze to you, should there be any, which you might not perfectly comprehend. I am, Madam, with great truth, most sincerely yours.

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 2 - Valiant

- ik for a fact that this one is the episode with the asshhoole. not bc i recognised it from the title but perhaps it was because i recognised it from the title u got me there

- i always go to mr clean too when i want protection, val, ur not alone

- yeah, this is harry potter l ma o

- the next thing u know theres a stone that makes arthur live forever and the snakes start joining into one and growing bigger until a phoenix (im dibbing on kilgie here), pops their corneas out

- DAMN DON'T KILL UR DEALER WHERE U GONNA GET THE NEW SHIT FROM NEXT TIME SMH VALIANT

- okay but who names their son valiant

- he was probably named valerie and didnt like it so he said “woah imma be valiant like courage, thats sick”

- that was probably his superhero persona as a child ngl

- no, shev, no respect for val stop doing this

- merlin in armour, what a fucking bLESiSNG GIVING ME THIS RIGHT ON THE SPOT BBC KNOWS WHATS GOOD

- ok a y but hear me out, merlins a servant. i have not seen any of these servants been asked to train with the royals??? like in the sense where it helps the servant train as well?? and the FIRST thing arthur does with merlin as his servant is train with him. not only is arthur a huge JOCK, he’s not using his manservant properly

- neverfuckingmind “most servants collapse after the first blow”, so it seems to be arthur likes to train with his servants. now that in itself is a question to be asked, but is he the only royal who trains with his servants??? how did this man survive on his own without a personal servant until merlin??? did he have a personal servant??? was it just regular servants?? who are those other servants he trained with??? did arthur just say hey lets go to the field in the morning, put on armour and let’s have a fun time?? UNLESS merlin literally just took someones job away from them kmao

- also my mind went right to the gutter guys, ngl, it sounded like an innuendo. it had me quaking i wish i was one of those servants

- “we all have our duties, even arthur” “it must be so tough for him, all the *hesitates* girl, all the glory”

- so we probably get at least 1 out of every 2 episodes where there’s a scene with merlin dressing arthur in his armour. bring the popcorn, lads.

- MORGANA LOOKING LIKE A FRICKEN SNACK

- the reigning champion is arthur, wonder fucking w h y

- valiant is in fucking mustard, while arthur is fucking ketchup idk why i thought of that but it happened. my literature teacher always told me to look for symbolisms. guess we found one guys.

- merlin after hating on arthur for the past episode is literally just cheering arthur on like a good husband he is

- did ARTHUR JUST SNICKER AT MERLINS “CREEP” LMAO DON'T TRY AND HIDE IT BY HUFFING AT HIM AFTERWARDS YOU FUCKING GOOF

- omg he hid it by telling merlin to do a full novel of chores

- AND MERLIN DOES IT WITH MAGIC A PAIR OF GOOFS

-  “are you using magic again” “no” merlin ffs he just saw you use magic, while the items fell and landed right in front of him while you didn’t move at aLL. they are nOT BLIND

- “very aggressive style” I MEAN SURE UTHER

- valerie be fuckboying morgana lmao with a “i saw you watching” and a, “then i will give everything to win the tournament”

- i wish this show was set in the early 2000s so i can see val in low sweatpants, a backwards cap with gelled spiky hair and cheap neon sunglasses (maybe even some gold teeth just for kicks), while hes trying to rap 50 cents or make a mixtape of brit pop songs. bc yes.

- honestly im loving my 2000 fuckboy au. gonna make an ao3 after this.

- of course merlin would be the one to find out the magic shit in valiants room, it just lures him. AND OF COURSE VALIANT IS THERE

- i'm so fucking glad arthur looks confused as to how merlin did what he asked. when u have this kind of hubby, arthur, its amazing what things he can do.

- i dont know why theres dramatic music as merlin put armour on arthur but im living for it

- “is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?” merlin doesn't know what to say to that bc he’s turning gay and doesn't know if that counts as enjoying oneself when the one you are gay for is the asshole prince

- typically enough, valiant and arthur never fight except for the finale. like with all conveniences in place, youd expect them to have at least fought at some point with as much knights as there to determine the final two but no, just the finale. k.

- this poor fucking purple knighted bloke didn’t need to be fucking demonstrated on, val. like you didn't need to kill him?? that could have blown ur cover

- DID NOBODY SEE THAT??? DID NOBODY SEE THE FUCKING SNAKES???

- oooh merlin found out what happened everyone gonna be fucked. nobody harms arthur is he has something to say about it

- if someone starts off a sentence with “i just saw someones snakes on their shield come alive” nobody would fucking believe you, merls. but given the fact that magic exist… mhh maybe it wouldn’t be too absurd. but ppl apparently are thick as hell

- “why were you in his chambers” well i know how id explain if i was in valiants chambers ;)

- jk i dont fall for this toxic shit

- imagine getting paid as an actor just just lie down there like this poisoned kid. “yeah, id like to audition for ewan’s role???” “why are you lying on the ground?”

- i hate those tropes where it's like “i know how to tell someones bad, here’s proof” and then nobody believes you and tells you you’re lying and should die or whatever but then you kNOW IT'S THE FUCKIN TRUTH BITCH that trope gives me damn anxiety >:((

- yes merlin, fucking slash the shield with your sword. i'm sure that's how it works. im sure it will kill the snakes.

- HOWA RE THE SNAKES ALIVE WITHOUT VAL SAYING “ISHNAHASHAHI”

- i think val would know that you cut off the snake’s head, merls, just saying. ur were the oNLY ONE.

- TELL ARTHUR WHAT??? “I CUT A SNAKE”

- EXACLTY ONG THAT'S WHAT MERLIN FUCKING SAID I WAS RIGHT LMAO

- ARTHUR BELEIVED HIM I'M FUCKING LIVING BUT IK WHAT HAPPENS AND AHH

- uhhh the anxiety is rolling up boys

- ewan is mcfuckingdead

- snake be sliding in like a hoe on a business

- bfehfjdjfskf i hate this part

- arthur's pride, merlin’s pride, fuck me

- i'm not even gonna write this part, it breaks my fragile heart when arthur sees the look of people not believing him, especially his dad, and merlin seeing how arthur doesn't trust him anymore like prepare the eulogies girlies

- okay but if arthur is struck and gaius has the antidote?? arthur aint gonna die technically

- but now val knows merlin knows

- AND MERLIN INTERVENES

- why are royals so bitchy towards servants. like they do their best to help you??? they are loyal to you and are paid there to serve you and are often very kind, generous, passive, understanding people??? yet merlin interrupts uther and he fucking sends him to the pit

- VAL YOU ASS LMAO DON'T HURT MY SON’S PRIDE

- he said allegations like four times, yes uther we know ur vocab is shining with intellect but seriously, there’s other synonyms that could still be acceptable and still sound fancy

- quick search on google bc my mind doesnt roll fast enough: claim, assertion, charge, accusation, declaration, statement, contention, deposition, argument, affirmation. see daddy uther, not hard to look up.

- forget they didnt have internet whoopsies

- :((( arthur doesn't trust merlin anymore

- the husbands FIGHT

- not just a banter petty fight, this is a huge fight

- SACKING MERLIN DON'T FUCKING SACK MERLIN YOU GOOF

- TRUST UR HUBBY

- FUCK

- I'M GONNA CRY AND IT'S ONLY EPISODE TWO

- I'M HAVING EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS CONCERNING MY TWO BOYS

- GUYS IM NOT OKAy

- its been 2 minutes after i wrote that last sentence, and i am now okay

- “a half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole” iconic as hell. so many things could be said about that quote. either for innuendo purposes, love purposes, destiny purposes, how long it took me to say it right, just so many purposes man. it’s just iconic.

- merlin looks absolutely done with kilgaharama’s shit

- “just give me a straight answer” seems like kilgarass here is being too gay for merlin

- gwen already knows merlin’s the heroin of the series, saying everyone knows it's merlin who will save the day. but same tbh

- i dunno if this is like me or not but it says her nickname is gwyn in the subtitles but im typing it as gwen which i thought was how u wrote it, even if her full name is gwynevere but like gwen has a ring to it while gwyn sounds like gwin or smth and i dunno which one is right so ill just leave it alone ahjsjfk

- MORGANA HAS VISIONS WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE THIS GOES SHES MAGIC ISNT SHE HAHAHAHAUHD

- merlin trying one last time to convince his husband not to die, but at least this time arthur knows he’s up for val’s magic and is like “k iloveyou but i have to do this for the country not just bc of pride and thinking val is not magic”

- staring into the fire like he’s hoping it would suck him up into the void, not only is merlin a now confirmed emo, so is fucking arthur it seems. perfect for one another i'm telling you

- eerie music as morgana enters… wha suddenly i can't read

- i thought at first morgana and arthur were gonna end up together cause of the fucking weird tension going on and i was prepared to be disfuckinggusted but no! the show and producers actually put my expectations away and helped me see that it wasn’t going in that direction! thank fucking god! 

- k but arthur looks majestic in his gear im just a huge bi

- “don’t go into my room” he says then gaius peaks in and almost gets mauled by a large chihuahua

- me too val, id step on someone's toes then fuck them up with an undercut. thats the bad bitch way to go. unless it for arthur, then val hahaha you can go fuck yourself

- no one sees mErLin??

- but they now see the snakes smh fakes

- “what are you doing? i didn't summon you” i don't think that will work val cause you didn't say it with a serpent tongue, it has to sound more like “shhashhwhat ahhssare hiisssyou iisshhaadoing?”

- okay but i thought arthur was impaled for a half second until he started to talk then i screamed that he was aight and he would now believe merlin

- uther better give merlin an apology

- arthur just said he wouldnt

- but still uther BETTER APOLOGISE TO FUCKING MERLIN

- “yknow i wish valiant was escorting me” “me too” i thought for a fricken moment arthur wished valiant would have escorted HIM. i'm dying.OMG

- “i wanted to say i made a mistake. it was unfair to sack you.” “don’t worry about it. buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.” DID YOU JUST SAY WHAT I THINK YOU JUST SAID MERLIN YOU SLY DOG OMG

- “i can’t really be seen to be buying drinks for my servant.” so if he wasn’t ur servant?? you’d say yes?? they are so fucking gay i can't anymore

- yeah, i literally fucking can't

[maiseui]

** btw app i tried to reblgo this all in once but dumblr wouldn't let me.... so this is part 1 hehe read this reblog first tyt ty fav

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LMFAOOOO FUCK JFOWEIJOIJ32 ok keep reading but BEWARE this is v long and im sorry

SEIIIIIIIIIII BESTAYYYY YOU FREAKIGN DID ITTTT 😭😭 GIRLLL words cannot describe how happy i am for u that you've finally finished recall???? like yes uve got ur epilogue to go but UGH RECALL IS FINALLY OVER HELLO???? CONGRATSSSSS UGHH LOWKEY i wish i were u rn like ooft finishing a fic must feel SO GOOD esp one as long as recall 😫 BUT ANYWAYY HELLOOOO MORE WRITTEN FICS??? HECK YEA im so excited for that??! can't wait for ur new era 😻 i feel like u really underestimate your writing (like A LOT) so im so happy that you're gna venture more into writing fics <333 ure gna slay no matter what sooo 🤤

OK. MOVING ONTO RECALL. HIGHKEY ALL I WANNA DO IS SMASH MY KEYBOARD AND SCREAM SO THAT U CAN MF HEAR ME FROM ACROSS THE WORLD BUT I JUST NEED A MOMENT TO BREATHE ???????? ugh SEI i fucking loved recall so so so so so much 😭 the way it had everything needed in an smau??? like where do i even start wtf... ok lets like talk ab the characters bc that's such a strength of urs??? honestly for me, i dont mind reading a fic whose plot is comparatively tame so long as i enjoy the characters?? w recall i literally got the best of both worlds... insane plot aside, i fucking LOVED all the characters sm 😭 u really created so many standout characters?? like,,, YN?? WONYOUNG?? YUNA??? YURI??? MOST IMPORTANTLY... JUNGWON?? FUCKKKKK he was literally my fav... i have such a soft sucker spot for "broken" characters and won mf ANNIHILATED my heart 😭😭 being able to follow the entire trajectory of his character development was so insanely satisfying??? like i loved the way u introduced him as this super stoic, aloof, standoffish, lowkey mf aggro ass dude ??? it was super perplexing and intriguing at first, given the fact that he was literally the goody two shoes student president??? like naur THE GOOD TURNED BAD BOY TROPE IS FUCKING SUPERIOR IDGAFFFF UGHH the execution of the trope was so fucking GOOD THO. SEI THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS OF RECALL WERE LITERALLY INSANELY GOOD. i loved loved loved the way you sustained plot suspense the entire time and always kept us readers on the edge of our seats??? like i was honestly ALWAYS questioning what would happen next - jungwon was such a fucking mystery and super unpredictable WHICH MADE READING THE SMAU SO SO SO FUCKIGN FUN?? also the way you were conscientious enough to incorporate various red herrings or "fake villains" like yuri and jeongwoo was so so so GOOD too?? BC YANNO AT THE END OF THE DAY THE ACCIDENT WAS LOWKEY JUST JW'S FAULT. BUT ANYWAY THE REST OF THE STORY DID NOT DISAPPOINT AT ALL,, LIKE FUCKKKK just thinking about the whole smau across 40 chapters and how everything unravelled is insane ?? GIRLL you did such a good job w ur story pacing by including just enough every single chapter so that you could answer a few questions and also create a thousand more 😭 literally ADDICTIVE. it honestly made the whole experience of reading SAUR GOOD

i actually really really really the way you unfolded won's character too?? like i could NOT figure him out the entire time. he was so hot and cold with yn and while it was CONFUSING, i feel like it was all part of the fun trying to figure him out? the same w all the other characters like rei and yuri -- you never make anything definitive and i love that sm about ur characters,, I ALWAYS ALWAYS doubt my first judgements/impressions of some of them bc i know ure very detailed and thoughtful and are batshit crazy enough to make them flip entirely??

RECALL FINALE 𐀔 40 THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

wc: 950

⸻ [ 章 40 ] 。 ❛❛ I love you. ❜❜

Right, the letter. How could Yn forget? Jungwon had made such a big fuss about opening it on graduation.

But somehow…

Somehow it felt wrong — opening it without him.

But still, with tears welling up in her eyes, Yn slowly unsealed the navy blue letter, pulling out the neatly folded paper that was sealed with a cherry blossom sticker.

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[mangled-dreams]

Jameson is all depressed, and for a few weeks he barely acknowledges anyone. Jack and Anti decide to take static measures and calm Mark and his egos over. JJ and Wilford almost immediately run over to one another, JJ is suddenly all happy again. Turns out Wilford and Jameson are soul mates, and because they spent too long apart, they both started getting depressed. :3

Jameson and Wilford find out they're soul mates, much to Anti's displeasure. Anti be very protective of the egos, especially the younger ones. Dark doesn't really care tbh. But hey, at lease Wilford and Jameson are happy.

Okay, so this is another two for one. Two prompts that I felt went together fairly well and I combined into one story so i hope this satisfies both requests.

Distance

It'd been a blessing not to hide their relationship. Despite the displeasure of a certain family member on one of the sides, they find their coupling is celebrated by both sides. Of course they already understood not everyone would be very accepting even though they have zero control over the powers that be.

"How can ya sit there and cuddle that pink haired idiot?" Anti snarks angrily.

Jameson ignores his older brother's harsh words. Just because Anti hasn't found his soulmate doesn't mean he can let the air out of other people's relationships. Rolling his eyes with his back to Anti, Jameson focuses on the TV.

Wilford will be out of the state for a few weeks for work with Mark and a few others so Jameson just plans on vegging out a little before getting things ready for the big move after Wilford comes home. They'd finally found a place of their own a few minutes drive down the road.

Jameson had insisted on staying close to his family's home for Anti's sake. His glitching older brother may not be the easiest to win over, but he does love his family really fiercely. It'd taken a few discussions before Wilford signed off on the place.

It's already been made known that he'll be moving out soon and it hasn't set well with Anti since the news was announced. Jameson had anticipated his brother's reaction and assured him that they'd just be a few minutes down the road by car or by walking. This seemed to ease Anti just a little, but not enough to keep him quiet.

For the next few weeks intermediately Anti gives Jameson shit about moving out. In his mind it's playful teasing but as the weeks slowly roll by Anti notices a change in Jameson and backs off. He worries his teasing may have been to much.

The other notice their normally bubbly younger brother is slowly withdrawing from them, spending long hours alone in his room or outside of the house without explanation. Everyone assumes it's because of Anti and immediately order him to apologize to Jameson for being so callous in his judgement of Wilford.

Three days has passes since that conversations, well more like ambush had happened. Anti had been expecting someone to talk to him, but not the whole clan just cornering him and ordering that he apologize. Waiting on the couch for Jameson to arrive home Anti flicks through the channels.

One an entertainment channel Anti pauses to watch the pink haired buffoon and his lot laughing on stage. Wilford sits on the end of the like looking constipated, or upset, it's hard for Anti to tell the difference.

"Wilford? Are you alright?" The hostess asks as the camera pans over to Wilford for a close up.

"Oh, ah yes, sorry, I'm just feeling under the weather. This is our last appearance before we can rest. It's been a long month." Wilford responds rather maturely for his normal attitude. It's quite alarming to Anti to see Wilford so sober.

Before he can dwell on it any further Jameson enters the mostly empty house, the door slamming shut behind him. Clicking the OFF button on the remote Anti jumps to his feet locating Jameson in the kitchen with a bag of groceries. It's mainly junk food, which isn't something normal to Jameson. He's more of a health nut than anyone else.

"James, can we talk?" Anti asks standing opposite of Jameson.

"Anti, I don't want to talk to you." Jameson says putting away ice cream and some other frozen treats before gathering up the bag into his arms again and leaves the room without anymore acknowledgement to Anti.

Frowning Anti does something he never thought he'd do. Pulling out his cell phone Anti goes back to the TV and turns it on with his powers. The buffoon is still on the broadcast but that's about to change.

Anti knows Wilford doesn't leave his phone on silent just in case of scoops or emergencies. Now is no different. Within a few seconds his phone begins to ring and he answers it immediately despite the cameras and disapproving looks from his family.

"Anit, it is a surprise having you call me." Wilford says the camera catching the curious looks of the others and the hostess.

"Jameson needs you, otherwise I wouldn't call you." Anti informs the man and promptly hangs up. He's actually quite impressed by the look of worry and fear on WIlford's face at his words. Maybe the idiot is good for his brother.

"I  have to go." Wilford says ripping off the small mic, shedding the equipment on his body as he walks off camera.

"Will? Is everything okay?" Mark asks following after with just as much urgency. He knows Anti would never call for just some prank. Jameson would never forgive him for that.

Dark looks at the camera, compelling the camera operator to focus on him rather than the others as they leave the stage. "Anti, this best not be a joke or we will have words."

Anti chuckles already anticipating a fight, he quickly shoves that feeling away. He's not doing this to rile up Dark or the others, he's doing this for his brother. So, he rolls his eyes and the TV flicks off again.

Sean is the first to call Anti and question what he think he's doing calling Wilford while at an interview. Anti lets Sean know about the interaction with Jameson and the drastic change in their normally full of life brother.

Sean promises to be home shortly and the conversation is simply repeated as one by one he gets phone calls or personal inquires from the others. Soon everyone is gathered in the living room waiting for Wilford to arrive.

Mark called Sean shortly after Sean'd talked with Anti and explained that Wilford's been on edge and unusually calm for the past few weeks. They discussed whether it had to do with the long separation between him and Jameson, and Sean in turn explained how different Jameson seemed to become.

After the pair talked in detail it made more sense. Soulmates experience separation in different ways. Apparently with Wilford and Jameson there separation is like taking a piece of their personality and making it completely disappear. Neither Mark nor Sean would have ever wished this kind of SOULMATE EFFECT on anyone, much less their own family.

Nearly six long hours passed since Sean and Mark spoke and Jameson has yet to make an appearance from his room. It worries everyone to think about how this could have been different if Jameson was in his own apartment alone. They fear what could have happened if no one was there to completely notice his change in personality and normal habits.

"You don't think he'd hurt himself do you?" Jackie asks in his off-duty clothing.

Eyes shift uncomfortably at the question. Everyone had been thinking it but no one dared to say it out loud. The don't beleive Jameson, with his vast love for life and joy, would ever do anything to harm himself, but... even the brightest smile and most infectious laughter can hide a severely broken soul.

Marvin jumps to his feet quickly. "I'm just going to go check on Jameson, be back." He says nearly jogging to the stairs with a very real worry. Wilford is just an hour--maybe two hours away from being back again and he doesn't like the idea of not knowing if Jameson is in his room alive an well, or laying dead on the bed.

Knocking quickly Marvin calls out to Jameson and opens the door without waiting. Relief sweeps through him when he finds Jameson sleeping on his bed. There's no blood, no bandages, or anything that he can see that would indicate he's been hurting himself.

Jameson's eyes flutter open with effort. He didn't remember falling asleep but then again he's been sleeping more lately too. Nothing seems to hold his attention and he can see it annoys his family.

"Marvin? What's wrong?" Jameson asks sitting up running a hand through his hair.

Pausing a minute Marvin thinks quickly. "We're buying BLACK PANTHER, thought you'd like to come watch with us." Marvin says watching Jameson look at his clock then at him.

"Sure, I'll be down shortly." Jameson says watching Marvin nod his head and leave the room not closing the door behind him. Blinking a few times Jameson runs his hands over his face. He doesn't want to go down stairs and watch a movie, he'd rather stay in his room and count down the hours until Wilford is back, but he has been avoiding his family and his conversation with Anti earlier still hits a sore spot. He'd never been so rude to his brother before.

He knows Anti is just trying to protect him from pain and heartache, but Jameson just wants to have that freedom... And Anti has been respecting that for the most part. There are a few snarky remarks about leaving but Anti's been pretty calm about it all.

Sighing Jameson stands up, fixes his bed and clothing, then leaves his room. Below he can hear his brothers talking in hushed tones, a few laughing at something Jackie said. It bothers Jameson for a reason he can't quite understand or explain, but he descends the stairs anyways.

Mark sits next to Wilford as the only one willing to share a seat with him right now. His leg has been bouncing relentlessly and he's been muttering to himself about what could be going on. Mark tried to explain it to him but nothing seems to be making it through.

"We'll be there in a few minutes, Wilford, take a few deep breaths." Mark says as they finally turn on Sean's street. Wilford lifts his head from his mobile phone zeroing in on the familiar house. No one wanted to be dropped off at their house before heading over to the Septic residence, everyone worried for Wilford.

"Whoa! Wil, your seat belt." Mark says shoving at Wilford when he attempts to stand up without unbuckling his belt. Wilford fights for a moment before sitting down and slams his hand against the release button over powering it. Within seconds of the vehicle stopping Wilford is out the door and rushing up the sidewalk.

"Wil, calm down! Don't knock their door down!" Dr. Iplier shouts as one of the first after Wilford.

He seems to take Dr. Iplier's words to heart and instead of knocking the door down knocks loudly. Within seconds the others are standing behind Wilford as Henrik answers the door. He steps to the side and Wilford barrels into the house calling out to Jameson.

For the first time since they left everyone can see the immediate change in their respective brothers. Jameson's smile brightens by ten fold and Wilford's goofy grin is finally back in place. Wrapping each other in their embrace Jameson and Wilford grip each other tightly.

It's father dramatic and emotional, but the others remain in silence as allow the pair to finally feel normal again. Mark and Sean talk and order pizza while Marvin and Anti pop out to get some spirits to celebrate the couple's reunion.

Jameson walks over to Anti after a few spirits and more than enough veggie pizza. "Wilford said you called him." He says smiling shyly. "You didn't have to..."

"I've been hard on you and Wilford, James. He's good for you. I approve." Anti says giving Jameson an awkward hug before shooing the youngest off. Jameson walks away but feel happier about Anti now.

Walking over To Wilford, Jameson takes his hand. "You've made peace with someone today." Jameson says earning a confused look from Wilford. He nods to Anti sitting at the breakfast bar talking with Dark. Wilford follows Jameson's nod and spots Anti .

"Really?" Wilford asks smiling. Jameson nods his head. With a big goofy grin Wilford quickly marches over to Anti and bear hugs him, lifting him off the stool. Anti flails in Wilford's larger arms shouting to be put down and to be left alone all while everyone, including Wilford and Jameson laugh.

Dark chuckles. He feels it’s poetic justice for Anti considering his apprehension against Jameson and Wilford. He’d been happy for the pair since the beginning, so it’s only fair the last to accept the pair would be subjected to this kind of scene.

Not to mention on a more personal level it makes Dark’s black heart lighten just a little.

[sonofhistory]

My favorite things John Adams said about James Monroe in letters after their feud, during their friendship but not directly to Monroe:

“But in the present posture of Men and Things Mr King for President and Mr Harper for Vice President will not be an equal Match for Mr Monroe for President and any one of the Gentlemen of New York you have named as Vice President; or any respectable Gentleman of Pensilvania.”

From John Adams to Thomas McKean, 26 November 1815

“I pray you to introduce this Gentleman to Madam Monroe.”

From John Adams to James Monroe, 6 December 1816

“Our Massachusetts had half a Mind to vote for Mr Monroe: but as their Magnanimity could not hold out We must remain in a forlorn Minority.”

From John Adams to John Quincy Adams, 6 December 1816

“Editors & Scribblers, intermeddle very impertinently in arranging a Cabinet for the President. Mr Monroe I hope will follow his own judgment, without regard to their little tattle.”

From John Adams to Richard Rush, 14 January 1817

“If the nomination of Governor Shelby Should prove to be only a testimony of Veneration for uncomon Merit, it will do honour to the heart of Mr Monroe. I wish most Sincerely, that the Governor may accept the office.”

From John Adams to Harrison Gray Otis, 16 March 1817

“Mr Monroe has certainly had the good Fortune to Soften the Asperities of New England and even Boston. Buckmister, Freeman, Tudor, Colman, and even Otis who have Seen him, Some in Europe Some in America, all Speak of him with Esteem, Respect and even of Affection.”

From John Adams to John Quincy Adams, 20 March 1817

“I congratulate You and Madison and Monroe, on your noble Employment in founding a University. From Such a noble Tryumvirate, the World will expect Something very great and very new. But if it contains anything quite original, and very excellent, I fear the prejudices are too deeply rooted to Suffer it to last long, though it may be accepted at first. It will not always have three Such colossal reputations to Support it.”

John Adams to Thomas Jefferson, 26 May 1817

“Mr Monroe has got the universal Character among all our common People of “A very Smart Man” And verily I am of the same Mind. I know not another who could have executed so great a plan So cleverly. I wish him the same happy Success through his whole Administration.”

From John Adams to Thomas Jefferson, 10 October 1817

“I have written to Mr Monroe Does not Milton allude to the Egg when he [says] invokes That Spirit, who from the first Was present, and with mighty Wings outspread Dovelike Sat brooding on the vast abyss, And made it pregnant? You know the Rooster who produced Leda’s Egg. But that produced only the Dioscures.”

From John Adams to Benjamin Waterhouse, 5 February 1818

“Mrs Monroe has done herself great honour, and a durable Service to her Country, by the Example She has Sett by reversing the System of dissipation of her Predecessor.”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 22 December 1818

“I pitty Mrs Monroe; I pitty Mrs H; but above all I pitty You. I Seriously Approve the Advice of Mrs Monroe and Mrs H...I therefore Advise you, as discretely as possible to comply with the Advice of Mrs Monroe and Mrs H.”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 29 December 1818

“I will transmit it directly to President Monroe and recommend it to his serious consideration. But I will never advise him to remove any old, able and faithful officer to make room for any other person whatsoever.”

From John Adams to Benjamin Waterhouse, 17 February 1819

“...the expectation from Mr. Madison of a condemnation of his friend Monroe made me smile”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 22 February 1819

“...although Mr. Monroe did not answer my letter in your favour, yet he condescended to whisper to a friend a kind of apology to me, for having appointed Mr. Lovell—the representations to him of the merit of Mr. Lovell, had been so strong that he thought it his duty to appoint him.”

From John Adams to Benjamin Waterhouse, 23 February 1819

“...to Mr Monroe I believe him well qualified to be a commissioner under the Spanish treaty to Adjust the American claims for spoliations on our commerce and I beleive the appointment would be more popular in Massachusetts than any other that could be named except among the old tory refugees and their rancorous disciples.”

To Thomas Jefferson from John Adams, 27 May 1819

“The Caucuss for the approaching Election will occation no difficulty, for Mr Monroes Administration is more Universally poupular than any that has preceded it. His late message has not a dissenting voice, not a murmur, not a whisper, nor a Criticism has appeared against it.”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 23 December 1819

“We expect soon to hear of a Congressional Caucus to nominate Monroe and Tompkins as in duty bound”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 20 February 1820

“I forgot to tell you, as you desired, that I voted for Mr Monroe and Mr Tomkins, and very much regreted that any of my Colleagues in our Electoral College voted for any other than Mr Tomkins for Vice President...”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 7 February 1821

“I believe Mr. Monroe has had a happier Administration than any that preceeded him; And I fear that no future President will enjoy such another--”

From John Adams to Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams, 17 December 1822

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We are currently working on some trick ideas, as my daughter wants to be on “Pet Stars” and is determined to take Gabby to Hollywood.

I have shared some of your information on the biting & screaming issues with a dear friend of mine (although I advised her to purchase them for herself, which I believe she did), whom rescued a Double yellow head, who had all his negitive behaviors reinforced by his previous owners. She is reporting no blood draw for over a week, and the screaming stops with just a little “flock whistle” when she leaves the room.

So I must thank you so much for myself, as well as my girlfriend she was really getting close to the end which would’ve meant I would have inherrited her bird & I am really quite content at the moment with my pet numbers, so thank you again for saving me from adopting one more parrot in need of reform, by helping my girlfriend through your training courses, to gain confidence, be able to read his body language & get the upper hand back.

Thank you so much for your courses they are wonderful, and anyone thinking of getting a parrot should purchase them as well as anyone currently sharing their life with a parrot or parrots.

Maureen Snyder Oyen Novato, California

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[jooheonspinky]

Summer Date

A One Shot between the reader and Jungkook with appearances by Hoseok and Namjoon

Category: Fluff

A/N: I played a screenshot game on BTS Amino created by 라헬. If you want to try it click on the link here. I was so excited to have gotten my bias (woohoo🙆) that I got inspired to write a one shot using my results. I hope you enjoy it😉!!

It’s the first week of Summer and you’re lying in your bed, headphones in your ears as you listen to music to help relax you before actually going to sleep.While your friends were super excited that the weekend was here so they could head out for some fun with their boyfriends or girlfriends, you were left offering only half smiles of excitement for them.

See, your boyfriend was out on tour with his group members, BTS. You missed him so much your heart actually hurt. This tour was longer than the others as they were growing in popularity. How you wished he could be here so you could hang out just as your friends were with their partners.

A beep sounds in your headphones cutting through your mopey thoughts just as your phone begins to vibrate beside you. You grab your phone as you wonder who could be calling so late. At the site of the contact’s picture, a huge grin spreads across your face as butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach.

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Quickly pulling off your earbuds from your phone and ears, you swipe your finger across the screen to accept the call. You try and calm yourself as you speak into the phone.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s me. Jungkook,” he says cheerily.

Your heart speeds up into overdrive at the sound of his voice and you fight for control of your emotions as you respond.

“Hey, Kookie. I’ve missed you.”

You aren’t able to keep the longing from your voice, but you’re ok with that.

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he replies. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” you ask, sitting up in your bed.

“I just flew in. I’m home.”

“Wait...You’re here, like here here? Where I am?” you ask, struggling to speak coherently as the reality of his words begin to settle in.

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“OMG, Kookie!” you squeal into the phone. “I can’t beleive. It’s been at least 4 months now. I’ve missed you so so much. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I really thought I was going to arrive earlier, but one of our flights was delayed. I really want to see you,” he tells you. “Can I pick you up early tomorrow morning?”

“Yes!” You don’t even hesitate. “Please do.”

Jungkook laughs at your enthusiasm.

“I’ll come by and pick you up at 5:30 tomorrow morning,” Jungkook advises. “I want to watch the sunrise with you at the beach. The fair is there now and I know it’ll be beautiful, though not as breathtakingly beautiful as you.”

“Stop it!” you gush. “I can hardly wait.”

“Ok, love. I’m going to go now so we can both get some rest. Good night.”

“Good night, Kookie.”

You set an alarm on your phone than curl up on your side. You are so excited it takes you a little while to calm down enough to fall asleep.

True to his word, your doorbell rings at 5:30 am. Usually no one would catch you awake at that time on a weekend, but the anticipation of seeing Jungkook after all these months apart have you too pumped to care that it’s so early outside it’s still dark. Yanking the door open, you barely give him enough time to react as you fling yourself into his arms and bury your face in his warm neck. He holds you tightly, as you cling to him and for a few moments, neither are able to let go of each other.

“I missed you so much,” he says as he pulls you away slightly so he can brush the stray hairs away from your face..

Your eyes close as his hand then cups your face. You press your cheek into the palm of his hand enjoying the warmth it transfers to you. He really was here!

“I missed you, too,” you murmur.

“Come on,” he finally says after you are both quiet, holding each other. “I don’t want us to miss the sunrise.”

Reluctantly letting go, you dash in to get your beach bag, purse, and keys. Locking up, you follow him to the car. The forty-five minute drive seems to take only a few minutes as you both chat, catching up on everything that had happened in the last four months.

Once you reach your destination, you both find a nice spot where you can see the lights of the fair rides, the dock and the expansive ocean. You lay out the large beach blanket over the soft sand. Just as you both settle in, you notice color at the edge of the ocean. Orange. A rather soft orange.

“It’s starting to come up,” you point out. “Look!”

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You both marvel at the orangey color that fades out into yellow and then switches to pale pink and then purple. The view unfolding before you as Jungkook wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you snuggly against him is so overwhelmingly beautiful, you feel tears prick at your eyes. How much luckier could you be in this very moment?

When the sun finally makes it’s way up higher over the horizon, you both decide to spend the day at the beach. It begins to get a little crowded by 11 am and you both end up having to leave as a few sunbathers begin to recognize who Jungkook is and it’s beginning to interrupt your day.

Packed up and back in his car, Jungkook asks, “Are you hungry?”

“I am.”

“How about we have some ramen?”

You nod your head, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. Jungkook laces his fingers through yours as he drives to the little Korean diner nearby. Once there, you are seated, and your order taken.

“I’m having so much fun spending time with you,” you beam a smile at Jungkook.

“I am, too, though it got a little crazy there before we left,” he laughs.

“Yes. BTS sure is getting more and more popular. Pretty soon you won’t be able to go out anywhere.”

Though you are happy for the success he is experiencing, you can’t help but feel saddened by the fact that he no longer really has privacy. Before he can say anything, your food arrives and your mouth practically waters at the sight of the heaping serving of noodles.

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After a few bites you hear your phone chime letting you know a text message was received. Pulling it out of your purse you give a little hmpf as you open up KakaoTalk! and see that the message was from your BFF Hobi.

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“Everything ok?” Jungkook asks as he watches your face.

“Yeah. It’s Hobi, but I’m a little mad at him,” you answer Jungkook with a sigh.

“Why?” he asks as he slurps up some noodles.

“I know he’s keeping something from me,” you admit with a frown. “He blew me off the other day saying he was too tired to hang, but then another friend saw him at the movies. I mean, I know us being besties doesn’t mean we can’t be friends with other people, but why does he feel like he has to hide it from me, ya know?”

“I’m sorry you two are having issues,” Jungkook says sympathetically.

“Thanks.”

Since you opened the message, Hobi knows you’ve read it. You shoot him a quick reply not wanting to appear rude to Jungkook for being on your phone too long.

Turning your attention back to your food, you finish up your noodles, the little tift between you and Hobi still nagging at the back of your mind. Once you and Jungkook are done, you walk up and down the sidewalk, stopping into the small shops that line the street.

Before you know it, evening is soon approaching. You begin to walk back to the car, but up ahead you see a quiet spot overlooking the sea. A tent is already pitched and a bonfire is lit.

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Two people are sitting cross legged next to each other and you recognize the pair as two of your friends. One of them being your BFF that had texted you earlier. The other was Namjoon.

Both screenshots taken myself from this MV teaser

He was newer to your group of friends. He and Hobi seemed to have hit it off the first time they met. But I mean, come one. Hobi is Hobi. What is there not to like about him?

“Hey, there goes Hobi.”

You point him out to Jungkook. As you two get closer to them you freeze in your tracks as you see Namjoon lean over and...kiss Hobi. Mouth hanging open, you squeeze your hands around Jungkook’s arm in shock. Your eyes are unable to turn away from your two friends

“Come on,” he chuckles, amused at your reaction. “We should probably give them some privacy.”

Still speechless, you let Jungkook guide you across the street. After a while you both cross back and reach his car. Once in and he starts driving, your voice comes back to you.

“Why didn’t he say anything to me?” you ask aloud. “Why did he feel he had to hide this from me?”

“Just give him time,” Jungkook reassures me. “This might be new to him. Let him tell you in his own time.”

“You’re right.”

Now back home, he walks you to your door.

“I’m so happy we got to spend all day together,” Jungkook admits as he takes your hands in his.

“Me, too.” Not wanting the night to end, I lean into him and say, “

!”

You kiss Jungkook as his arms wrap around you. Reluctantly, you pull apart.

“Good night, Y/N,” he says softly, a pleased smile on his lips.

“Good night, Kookie,” you sigh as you watch him go.

[oh-beyond]

Stronger AU - Part 8

Your mother was a very successful photographer for a very well known magazine, she is sent to Korea where she met Kim Jongin the beautiful 4 year old in an orphanage. She fell in love the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to live if Kai wasn’t with her, but your father had other plans. Your mother’s heart broke, she had no other choice but to send him back, but the relationship between them never ended. Kim Jongin was present always… in her life… in your life…

Angst/Romance/Supernatural/Smut

Kai × Reader

Masterlist

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Summary: How many things did he hide about him and your mom? Was he simply lying to you or was he protecting you form getting hurt? Was it wise to love you? Will this have a happy ending?

The more you paid attention to Kyungsoo the more you regretted asking him anything, he had his eyes fixated in the road, he looked scary, you regretted now even getting into his car, he almost looked as if he was going to kill you to make Kai’s life easier, so many mixed feelings.

“We are here, I hope Jongin doesn’t hate me after this”

“Hate you? Why? Are you going to hurt me?” it came out so naively that after verbalising it you felt dumb, where was the rewind button?

“Do I look that menacing to you? I remind you that asked me to take you to my place”

“Sorry, that came out wrong, it’s just, Jongin and I... we... fought...”

“Well that bit is obvious, I’m sure everything will be alright”

“No it won’t, he screwed up everything, please... you don’t know”

“I just said that I do know, everything I must add”

His voice still sent chills to your body, even goosebumps formed in your arms.

You arrived to a small nice house, it was clear that he didn’t live with his parents, or a girlfriend for that matter, the shoes in the front door belonged to young men, assorted in all sizes and colours.

“They’re not all mine” he said in less intimidating tone when he saw how impressed you were with the variety “we all live together, not that we cannot afford our own places but we like to live like a family”

“Aha... and...?”

“He rented that place when he knew you were coming, like he wouldn’t let his precious noona around us, he’s too protective”

“Yeah, guys don’t like sisters around their friends”

“No that’s no it, although also true, not all of us know about you two, but certainly I’m one of the ones that know”

“Know what Kyungsoo? What the actual fuck? Like so what if you know that he fucks me from time to time? That doesn’t make it special”

“You’re being too harsh, he loves you, you of all people you are the most especial to him”

“Whatever, now this” you said pulling your mother’s medical file “what is this? Why does he even have something like this? You know about my mom?”

“Yes I do”

Ten years ago

“Mr. Brown, she does suffer from depression, Borderline personality disorder kind of an attachment disorder, it’s not severe like Erotomania where the patient beleives that someone is in love with them b-”

“Wait, what? He is 12, he is not in love with her or vice versa, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I’m going to kill that fucker!”

“Mr. Brown please calm down this is not what I meant, the disorders are associated with each other, but they are not the same, she doesn’t love your adoptive son, neither does he, he is a child, she is attached to him very much, I’ll explain myself, Mrs. Brown thinks that she is only a good mother when she’s with him, a good human, a good person all and all, when believes Jongin is dependant on her which in a way it was true when he was a young child, rescuing him from the orphanage and the way he responded loving her unconditionally, your daughter had both parents and Mrs. Brown thinks she doesn’t need her as a mother as much as Jongin does”

“Sound all crazy to me, he got her sick, he is the reason”

“Mr. Brown... I am sorry to be speaking this bluntly, but I believe the complete opposite, Jongin is the one who can help her, and only him, she always needs to feel that she is worth to someone”

“We all love her doctor, I love her, she just loves that damn child”

Kyungsoo kept talking as you read through the file, the words depression, disorder, the medications she took, all the crap Kai must have been dealing with, your dad, your dad also, he never made you aware of this, you suddenly thought that if you knew you could of had helped, somehow in any way, maybe stop being that bratty, appreciate her more, appreciate Kai more.

“Why does he get to know this and I don’t? And why do you know? I’m her daughter!”

“He never wanted to put burden on your shoulders, and I guess I know because I’m his best friend”

“That’s still unfair, she is my family”

“Alright I’ll tell you something about us that no one else but us really knows, to make it up to you” 

“I don’t want to, I’m so mad right now”

“Jongin and I are close because of our powers” he said coming closer to you, his gaze dark making you forget about everything you were thinking about and your mom and...

“So that is why I know, I think you are not being considerate, Jongin has been alone in this, while you were just putting pressure on him, you can say you didn’t suffer like he did”

“How dare you? You have no clue what I had been through, I lost my parents and I had to raise Joon alone” you said getting up but you regretted it, he just told you he had powers, would he used them against you?

“Sit down and don’t be su-”

“Kyungsoo-yah don’t scare her” you heard a nice sweet voice coming from the door thanking the heavens you no longer were alone.

“We haven’t been introduced properly, I’m Junmyeon and this Yixing”

“Welcome to Korea, I hope your first impression about us is not too intimidating, you are our family”

“Gathering! Yehet!” Sehun and Jongdae were at the entrance taking off their shoes.

“Jongin is just parking the car” announced this other tall dumb looking guy pushing this other dorky looking guy next to him.

“Guys please behave, we have visitors”

“Whoa is this Jongin’s noona? I’m Baekhyun... oppa that is”

“Move idiot, I’m Chanyeol also oppa”

“Wow you are really hungry for any female to call you that aren’t you? Well I’m really not in the mood, I see they don’t know who I am really”

“No no please wait, I apologise in their behalf” said Junmyeon gazing at them frown obvious “of course we know”

“I am leaving I don’t want to see him” you said slipping on your heels.

“Who you don’t want to see? Why are you here?” said Kai coldly, he saw your mother’s file in your hands.

“Ah noona, go home, this is a place for guys only” added Joon, you were ready to bite his neck, this kid was way too annoying to handle right now.

“I’m leaving you brat” you said before slamming the door behind you.

You walked out of the house but of course Kai was already in the street waiting for you “why did you come here?”

“Leave me alone” you walked away.

“I’m talking to you” he pulled your wrist.

“This is over Kai, I don’t want to see you ever again, I’m going home and I am going to forget you and everything that concerns you”

“You can’t forget me, you love me”

“Bastard! You won’t do to me what you did to mom, goodbye Jongin”

You run fast but it was impossible, he kept appearing in front of you, you pushed him away but he was desperate to make you listen to him.

“WHAT!?”

“I love you, I can’t live without you”

“Well you did pretty good these last years, you have also the superpowers to hide it very well”

“No I didn’t, I swear I didn’t, I had to... Joon”

“What’s with Joon? You hypocrite, selfish asshole, you want everything without sacrificing anything, fulfil mom’s wishes, get the girl and your brother’s admiration, you can’t have it all Jongin”

“You are right, you are... but it was hard, it is still hard”

“You have to chose, it’s either them or me”

“You are making me chose between mom’s wishes and Joon or your love?”

“I always knew you were clever, and I already have an answer, you won’t sacrifice Joon looking at you in a bad way, and you won’t dishonour ‘my’ mother, always remember that she is mine”

Jongin didn’t move, he tensed and the thought of Heather suddenly knowing about your relationship hit him, or the image of Joon knowing that his sister and his adoptive brother had a thing...

He watched you walk hearing the click of your heels in the pavement, watching how your silhouette got smaller.

“She’s hot” a voice sounded next to him.

“Huh?” Kai turned around at the direction on the voice meeting Sehun looking at your back as you walked away.

“Yeah your noona, she’s hot! Would she consider younger guys?”

“Yah! She’s my-”

“Your... noona right? Or...?”

“Or Sehun... she is my everything”

“More than her mother right?”

“It might be that I am thankful she had her, and that she took me and raised me with her, that must be the principal reason” 

“And you are now doing what exactly? Letting the love of your life just simply go away? Slip from your hands because? Ah yeah Joon, it would be too unfortunate to have his older sister be with the man he admires the most, poor little child”

“Sehun-ah!”

“Open your eyes bro, come on I’ll blow some wind her way, go get her cuz if you don’t...”

“Yah!”

Sehun smiled looking right and left before a little tornado formed in front of you that made you stop walking eventually lifting you from the ground feeling a pair of arms wrap around you, you closed your eyes and buried your face on his chest, you immediately felt at ease when you felt his familiar warmth.

Suddenly it was too bright, you were scared to open your eyelids.

“Pistaches macarons s'il vous plaît - pistachio macarons please”

You opened your eyes when you heard Kai speak in French, where were you? In a bakery shop, a very old one, very elegantly decorated, and people around you were not Korean, none of them.

You detached yourself in panic watching how Kai acted as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Ici vous allez monsieur, autre chose? - here you go sir, anything else?” said the baker.

“Non, merci - no thank you” replied Kai taking the plate with pistachio macaroons.

He took your hand in his and sat down in the table overlooking the busy street of Paris, Eiffel Tower right in front of your nose.

“And you speak French?”

“No I don’t, I just know how to properly ask for pistachio macaroons, your favourite” he answered biting on one looking at the window were a little girl with golden curls was waiving at him Kai simply returning the waves.

“We are in France?”

“Well that bit is obvious no?”

“Kai we have broken up, take me home, and get Joon home after”

“I can’t”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

Kai filled his mouth with 2 macaroons taking the other 2 left in his pocket, he stood up holding onto your waist suddenly feeling cold and humid, you open your eyes and you were at the tip of the Eiffel Tower, at the sudden realisation you pulled him closer to you.

“Kai”

“Yes baby”

“What do you want?” you spoke on his chest.

“You just asked me something before that, why can’t I bring Joon right?”

“You don’t want him to find out” you whispered.

“No I don’t care if he finds out that I can teleport, he should know, I will be with him forever, so no secrets in a family”

“Then why?”

“Because I simply can’t, haven’t you asked yourself why I never took your mom anywhere?”

“It’s the first time you address her as ‘my mom’ not yours”

“That’s because she is your mother, she brought you, she had you for me to keep”

You blushed as you lifted up your head meeting his mischievous eyes.

“So I will answer that... I can’t, I can’t teleport with anyone, it doesn’t work, I can’t teleport when I’m tied up or teleport anyone with me”

“But you just did... twice”

“That is because you are part of me, you are not just anyone, you are my other half, you are my woman, my power is with you”

“Kai~~~”

“Heather meeting me and taking me next to you was my fate, she gave birth to my love, and that is why I loved her so much”

You hid our face on his chest again, he felt the dampness of your tears seeping through his shirt.

“Shhh why are you crying?”

“Because I do love macaroons, but I hate the cold, I like the beach and the sun...”

Kai held onto your waist again and suddenly you felt wet from your waist down you opened your eyes when Kai detached himself from you, you were under a waterfall inside a cave, and Kai was... stripping?

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a deserted island and clothes here are not needed, I meet you outside, naked preferably...” 

He took out from his pocket the macroons and stuffed them in your mouth, pecking your lips, he winked at you swimming out of the cave as you looked at your soaked outfit.

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A/N: Long due, the angst in this story was killing me didn’t want to post it, so I had to turn it around, thanks for reading

[janani1594-blog]

Find Yourself..!!!

WHEN A GUY LIKES YOU..JUST NOT ENOUGH..!!! When a guy likes you its obvious...As in clear as today's sky there is no room for errors no signs to interpret or messages to uncover. You know what,even I have asked this question many times myself, it is a miserable feeling to invest your time & emotions into someone when you are not sure where they actually stand.Through time and experience I have learned that when you have to question how he feels..you are already have your answer..."He like's you juz not enough". The problem in so many of us,get caught in this trap trying to figure out why he? We can't understand how he can say so many things, how he can be so open when with us & of course how everything can feel so right when we are with him. May be he has valid reasons. May be he is under a lot of pressure at his job or workplace, may be his parents are not in a good terms which make him to stop believing in monogamy. May be his ex girl friend who cheated on him really did destroy his ability to trust, may be he is terrified of commitment...there could be n-number of reasons.The reasons don't matter and if a guy says he doesn't want to be in a relationship with you - then 'He means it'.He probably does care about you, he does enjoy spending time with you, he does like you..."He doesn't like you enough", may be it's because he's incapable of liking someone past a certain point(a point that would lead to a relationship) or may be he just doesn't see himself with someone like you for reasons beyond your control. it doesn't matter.If he isn't giving you the commitment you want..he likes you , he just doesn't like you enough. If he likes spending time with you and hanging out but doesn't want to be official..he likes you but just doesn't like you enough.If you run each other here and there to talk for hours and maybe even hook up but doesn't hear from him after...he likes you, he just doesn't like you enough. If you have been seeing each other for a while and he refuses to be exclusive or doesn't want to put a label on it..my dear girl trust me..."He likes you,he just doesn't like you enough".Sadly most girls see his lack of liking as a reflection on them,they make it as their problem. They think if only they did more for him,if ony they were prettier,if only they could help him learn to trust again,if only they didn't say this and instead said that..everything would be different-it  wouldn't. If that's how he feels nothing you will say or do will change it. His issues are his problems. You pave the way for a lot of unnecessary hurt when you make them as your problem.Trust me, I know how hard it is to extricate yourself from this kind of situation.You have invested so much time and energy into the situation and you refuse to accept things as they are. You pay attention to the things you want to hear and disread all the red flags because you want his relationship to mean something and you just can't accept that he never reciprocated his feelings. You cling to the hope that things would have be different if only XYZ was no longer an issue.When things are good, they are good .When its bad you cling to the memories of the good,rationalizing reasons to stay and you do.You stay until he goes and then you're left crushed. and then the pain comes flooding in.  You may think that the reason it hurts so much is because he was the guy for you and you let him get away. But that's not it. I think the reasons it hurts so much when these situations end is because you are left trying to undestand how it is that a smart,intuitive women such as yourself could ignore so many blatant red flags and stay with a guy who didn't treat her right.You feel like you have sold yourself short,like you have compromised your values and gone against what you know to be true and it is a miserable feeling.You feel like he took something from you and now there is a void you need to fill and he did.He took advantage of you he allowed you to keep investing even though he was never on the same page.He made it safe for you to be with him and when someone exploits the gift (you),it can be unbearble. uhh..Better we will correlate these things with our day to day life.. Well you are standing in a cities crowded place. And a weird, crazy looking guy comes up to you and asks for directions. You are a nice person so you oblige, but then later notice that your wallet is missing. You are not surprised in the least, you kind of knew that would happen. Then the things will be like - "Oh well, guess it's time to cancel the credit cards and order a new driving license etc.." Now let's say a handsome,charming guy approaches you in the same place and asking for directions. You oblige and are taken by his charming accent and dreamy eyes. You chat for a while, you gave him a list of nicest places to visit around there,then he leaves you and you reach your wallet... and it's gone. You are devasted . How could I been so stupid? you wonder. I cant believ I fell for that.There must be something wrong with me.,am I really that naive?I thought he was intersted in me, what a fool I am..!! or may be he was just hitting on me and maybe I dropped my wallet some point. I don't think I need to spell out the difference between these two scenarios, it is pretty clear. When we feel like we have compromised our values and better judgement it hurts. We dont want to beleive we could have been so foolish,so we try to find another reason,another explanation,one that removes some culpability.These all things are all about identifying a problem than solving it. I wish there were quick fixes but unfortunately it will take time to get back to your own world.Getting into a new relationship isn't that answer. Take time to figure out who you are actually and what worth's in you..!!Taking the time to reflect on you and works on yourself. After a situation like this, ask yoursef what thoughts/behaviours led you into this rationalizing. What did you bring to the relationship that was good and that you could use in your next relationship? What did you bring was negative and blinded you from seeing what was in front of you? Some people like to meditate for clariy..my choice is journaling about yourself..either way it is important to spend some time looking within yourself so you can come out of the situation even stronger than you were before. Be happy on you own...!!!

[a-royal-obsession]

The Prince of Wales to the Duke of York

Carlton House, 24 July 1791

I sit down to take the pleasantest of all tasks upon me, which is that of communicating good news, especially to those we love.

I was more happy than I can express at the communication which your letter contain’d, as well as the terms and manner in which you made me acquainted with your wishes and intentions. Whether I have used my best endeavours, feeble as they are, to second the warmest wishes of your heart I must leave to the success of your schemes and the pens of others better able to write and more used to description to paint to you, which I confess for every reason I feel myself wholly unequal to. You will not suspect me I am sure of wishing to tell you any falsehood and much less of any meaness to ingratiate myself on any occasion either with you or any other living person. Consequently I will dear brother, relate a plain statement of facts which no one but my father & mother beside myself can know, unless it is from the account they may have received from either one or other of us three.

I received your letter on Sunday sen’night last about two in the morning as I returned from Windsor where I had been spending the day with the King & Queen. George arrived about eleven at night but would not proveed on to Windsor as he understood I was expected in London. Immediately on the receipt of your letter I determined to go the ensuing day to see the King & Queen at Windsor and to communicate the contents of your dispatches, tho’ engaged to a large party at Kemshot, whom I left to shift for themselves till I had transacted your affairs with as little delay as possible. I first sent for Budé and ask’d him if he had received any letters for the King & Queen from you and if he knew the contents of them. He told me that he had and that he well knew that I was also acquainted with them. We then thought it best for him to go a few hours before me in order that the King’s mind might be prepared upon the subject previous to my going to discuss it with him. I arrived between three & four o’clock and put your letter into the King’s hands, his Majesty at the same time putting your letter to him into mine. He then was pleas’d to express himself as astonish’d that you should press so very strongly for an immediate answer, saying that you always thought that a thing could no sooner be thought of than put into execution. He said also that before he had received your letter he had received a dispatch from Lord Grenville containing a letter from Ewart, mentioning the state of your heart & mind and that it had been supposed to be the state of the case for these six years last past—that this had been the very first word he had ever heard on the subject, and that he had written Lord Grenville word so. He then ask’d me if I had ever understood anything upon the subject of your marrying from you directly, and hoped that you had mentioned it to me previous to having taken any resolution on that head, and even before you ever thought of having communicated it to him in the most distant way. In this his Majesty’s consideration flatter’d me, I cannot help confessing, very much. I then requested of him to listen patiently to me without interruption as I wish’d much in the presence of the Queen & him to express my sentiments fully and without reserve on the occasion in order to prevent every species of misunderstanding which might possibly arise if I did not take that opportunity of humbly laying my poor sentiments fully & unequivocally before them.

I then began with stating to their Majesties, or rather recalling to their recollection the manner in which we had been educated and brought up together—that we had never known but one wish, one mind & one affection from the moment of our birth towards each other to the present period—that consequently at this moment, which I considered perfectly in the light in which you stated it, as the moment in which you felt you had everything at stake, and in which everything that was nearest your heart was entirely wrapt up, it was a duty which I felt incumbent upon me, possessing still in the fullest force the sentiments which I have mentioned in the upper part of this page, to strain every nerve to promote the happiness of your future days by accomplishing the only object which could in my opinion, grounded on your own letter, trace the subsequent years of your life with scenes of undisturbed felicity & quiet. That I look’d upon this as the most essential crisis of your life—that it was only at moments like these that a man could know whom he had to depend upon, and that being call’d upon by you both as a brother & a friend I felt myself doubly bound to stand forth and to forward at any rate that which alone could with his Majesty’s consent form the happiness of your life. On his refusal the very reverse must be the infallible consequence. I then assured the King that you had taken no step in this business without having so far communicated your wishes to me on the subject of matrimony, and having been acquainted with my opinions, so that you were perfectly authorized at any time to take the step you had with regard to the Princess, in consequence of the conversations I told him we had had previous to your departure, and that altho’ I could not swear to your having absolutely told me you were determined upon marrying the Princess Frederiqua or any other woman before your return from Berlin, yet that I had entertained the strongest ideas that such was your intention and that in all probability it would be her. That to reduce into the shortest compass the conversations we had had together I would use as few words as I possibly could. That on your asking me my opinion relative to marrying myself, or as to my objecting to or approving of your marrying, should you have any such intention, I had answer’d as nearly as I can recollect in the presence of William, that as to marrying myself I had no such immediate intention or inclination, that I had wish’d some years ago to have gone abroad in order to have seen whether I could have met with a woman who would have been likely to have suited me—that his Majesty having objected to it, my views and intentions on that score instantly stopp’d. That I was come to a time of life when I thought I might be allow’d to have tolerably well weigh’d my own sentiments and prospects, that it was not everyone who could expect to be as lucky as his Majesty had been to meet with a person whose disposition suited so perfectly with his own as the Queen’s did, if one might presume to judge by the unanimity that appear’d to reign between them. That as to us Princes particularly the choice of a wife was indeed a lottery, and one from the wheel of which I did not at least at present intend to draw a ticket. There were very few prizes compared to the number of blanks. That I considered your situation as quite different—it was neither interest nor family views that had guided your choice—inclination & attachment had been the only motives which had led you to fix upon the Princess Frederiqua. That I accorded so perfectly to your way of thinking on that score, and my sentiments were so entirely the same, that I beleived I never should marry unless at the moment I did I thought I preffer’d the woman I was going to marry to every creature existing in the world, and knew enough of the disposition of my wife to think it would form the happiness and not the misery of my future days.* That I had likewise said to you when I gave you my assent, dear brother, to your marrying, supposing you thought it would be conducive to your happiness, that I did not at all mean to bind myself not to marry at any future period, but that I thought it most likely I should not, as the sentiments I had express’d were prejudices I could not get the better of, at the same time it was possible that sooner or later I might think of marrying, but at present, to speak of myself (without considering their Majesties) if you should marry a woman whom I approved of, & whose conduct towards me was such as I liked & felt pleased with, and that you had children, whom as your children I must naturally feel attach’d to, the inducement then would certainly be less to me to marry, tho’ I repeated I did not chuse by any means to bind myself that I should never take such a step. The King was so good as to assure me that he approved much of my sentiments, and added that even had you wish’d me to give you such an assurance, of which I took the liberty of assuring his Majesty you were quite incapable, he himself would have advised me to have said precisely what you recollect me to have said, and which I took the liberty of stating to him. I then presumed to urge to the King that as these were my sentiments, the absolute necessity of one of us marrying, and that as inclination led you to it and you had found a person so perfectly calculated to make you happy, I considered it it [sic] as the most fortunate event possible—for even had his Majesty been to point out the person he could have wish’d one or other of us to marry he could not have selected one more proper or one more accomplish’d or better calculated by birth, situation & education for an alliance than the Princess your heart had led you to fix on. That therefore I only wish’d his Majesty would be graciously pleased to listen to my entreaties in addition to yours and then I flatter’d myself that being acquainted with my sentiments & ideas and condescending to approve of them, I hoped his sanction & consent would be given as decidedly &  unequivocally as I freely acknowledged mine was. That all I could add on the subject was that I only hoped the King would be so good as to point out in what way I should act, what I should say, or how conduct myself to forward your views in every respect, and that I could assure him that I was selfish in so saying, for promoting your happiness was the surest way, my dearest Frederick, of promoting my own—and that I could also assure his Majesty that if any idea of settlement, for which he must apply to Parliament, he was to be deterr’d from that measure by thinking that some friends of mine, thro’ a blind zeal, might wish on an application being made for you to make use of the opportunity as a handle for endeavouring to encrease my income, I could assure his Majesty that neither directly nor indirectly would I countenance such a proceeding, nor give him the least trouble on an occasion which must give every individual of our family the truest pleasure, being the last man on earth who at any period of his life had been or ever would be guided by a personal or self-interested view.

Thus, my dear brother, have I related in as short a compass as I could what has pass’d with my father & mother, since which he has been kind enough to crown your wished with consent, tho to be attended with some little delay—which, tho not very accordant with your temper & disposition at any time, will I fear be still less so at the present moment. However, it must be submitted to, tho’ there are ways & means which I have been turning over in my mind to obviate perhaps this little temporary mortification if pursued with propriety & caution. But I will say no more at present, as you must be tired with my scrawl, except to express once more how truly I rejoice in the prospects of happiness which are now open to you, praying that you may long live to enjoy them, and hoping that you will beleive me thro’ life [etc.].

* In 1794 he chose as his bride Princess Caroline, whom he had never even seen and whose disposition would prove repugnant to him.