#personally that woman disguts me

[juanitasupreme]

My friend is pushing me to read sylvia plath, but is it weird that i dont want to read her bc of what she wrote abt poc??😭 my friend argues that everybody back then was racist & we shouldnt erase all 20th century women writers, but not all of them put it in writing right?😭 its one thing to be a product of society & another to write a diary “im so sad im suicidal btw i hate black ppl”

I get you anon lol. When I attempted to read The Bell Jar, I had no idea that bitch was racist and she lost her 3 "benefits of the doubt" strikes in the first chapter alone... Mind you there was no disclaimer about "old fashioned language" like I've seen in James Bond so I was taken aback (like "it can't be the author ive seen people praise for must read in your lifetime"). Unfortunately, we live in a society where your friend argument is slightly understandable BUT I know it will piss you off as soon as you read something racist in one of her texts lol (so pretty fast). And to me her racism is a staple of her art, it will be inseparable while reading her. Also you are right not everyone was racist (it's always a good counterargument because it's indeed true) so why indulge with her or give her a pass smh.

[evilsoup]

zone of interest: good film, deserves all the awards it's getting. the film-maker's video art installation background really shines through, lots of long static shots, repetition, creative manipulation of the type of recording used. The praise the sound design got is also very well deserved.

an interesting aspect is the depiction of Mrs Hoss' mother. She is of course an anti-semite and nazi, but i think uniquely within the film she feels the need to articulate her anti-semitism with reference to the jewish woman who used to hire her as a cleaner, how she took part in the "street auction" for this woman's personal possessions and is only disappointed that she got outbid for her curtains. It's like she has to prove her legitimacy to her daughter. On the other hand, for the Hosses the holocaust is simply the thing that they are doing -- they don't need to find a way to morally justify it. They are not bothered by the sounds of industrial slaughter, unlike this pathetic old woman; she approaches antisemitism as something external to her, which she has entered into; for them it is something that they are the bearers of, the theory which structures the world and which they are putting into practice. There is an important point about how ideologies operate and can evolve, and not only racist ideologies.

i don't think it's exactly saying anything new, but it's an accesable depiction of the concept of the banality of evil. Of course the commandant of auschwitz is both a monster and a normal person, with his monstrousness grounded in his normalcy, and the same is true of his wife. The actress playing Mrs Hoss is especially good at depicting this. An early scene is her trying on clothes taken from the new arrivals at the camp -- this isn't the story about repression which i was basically expecting. She knows what's going on, the kids know what's going on, but for all of them it's just a part of life -- part of the process of building their new life in the east, ugly because it's not yet complete, like the vines she's planted to grow over one part of the garden. And of course we have the high-level management meeting discussing the extermination of the jews of hugary, the form of which will be familiar to anyone who's attended a management meeting.

These peop|e did not shock me exactly, but they did disgust me. What it actually put me in mind of was the mindset of a terrorist: such people, carrying out this industrial slaughter with a smug self-confidence, should be made to die. If that would mean hurting their kids in the process, so be it. The disguting nature of their existence in the world is such that some innocent deaths would be a price worth paying to remove them from it. Given the affect of the film -- it's clearly meant to induce a sense of brechtian alienation, drawing deliberate attention to its status as a film -- acheiving this emotional outcome is a remarkable acheivement.

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hola 😁 may I have sfw & nsfw hc for Viego with a swordstress who is afraid to falling in love? I'm so glad to have discovered this wonderful blog #$&$&$&#&#@@

[A/N: Aw, how sweet of you, darling, to compliment me. Thank you. I endulged in joy when writing this particular ask. To help you understand the story a little bit more, in here Viego is a king and is still human. You are the Fiora Laurent of the kingdom. In here, Isolde does not exist, instead you are Isolde. To understand more, read his lore. I kept this vague as possible so things would be left to your imaginations. Thank you for requesting darling, you are welcome to ask again.]

SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Human Viego with a swordstress

SFW:

You are a talented swordstress, the best of the best in the country of Camavor.

Not only that, you were also a beautiful woman to the point where countless men had fallen on their knees and asked for your hand in marriage.

You had rejected every single one of them. Finding it disguting that they were only after your youthful beauty.

One day, you had come across a poster promoting about an international competition; a duel to find who was truly a master of the art of sword fighting. It was just your luck that it was being held in the country.

You had entered the tournament. Going through numerous eliminations and passing all of it left you as a finalist.

On the day of the competition, you were representing your home country and you had received a letter from the King himself, wishing you luck.

And after the first match did you turn around and saw the King as one of the spectators, sitting on a large chair directly facing the ring below, where you stood.

You drank all of his features one by one; his shoulder-length auburn hair, perfectly pairing those vibrant green eyes of his. You found yourself staring, longer than you should.

Snapping out of your trance, you quickly bowed as a sign of respect and a silent note that you were moving on to the next round.

As the the tournament dragged on, you found yourself thinking about him, more than you should.

When all ended and you had won, the King had met you personally and well, like all other men whom had met you before, he was entranced by your beauty.

Feeling that he might step into bounderies, he complimented you and congratulated you for winning the competition.

The days that followed were you being followed by the King, and not wanting to be disrespectful had let him. Only after you had enough did you finally confront him about it.

"I wanted to know you better, outside of your dueling. If you will allow me to court you." He had simply told you

"With all do respect, Your Highness, I must refuse." ,was your answer

"Why?" He had ask

"Countless men had asked for my hand and I had refused them. I have no interest in men who are only after my beauty."

"Dear, I am different from them." He took a step closer to you, "Truth, I am enchanted by your beauty since the first time we ever met, yet, when you stared at me from the ring below, strings pulled at my heart and I could not ignore it." He paused, taking a deep breath "Could you give this a chance?" He asked

"Your Highness, I'm afraid not. I fear to fall in love with someone after the bad history of men I dated. I realized that if they were after my beauty then they would throw me away as if I was a piece of trash once I grew old."

He took your hand in his and kneeled "Then I promise, if you'll allow me to court you, I shall prove that I am different from them. I will not throw you away, even if your hair turns grey."

True, you wanted to love somebody and be loved by somebody, but in your case, it was all too difficult. Now, here you are with the King begging for your permission to date you.

"I'll try, Your Highness." You meekly spoke.

Days after that, his courting had make you finally say yes to a relationship with him.

It was a bed of roses.

NSFW:

You seldom being involved with someone, had never done it before.

Viego assures you that he'll take care of you and you trusted him.

Maids prepped you, bathing in you lavender scented waters and clothed you in a emerald green robe made of the finest silk.

Your first time with him was a pleasurable experience.

Viego always made sure you were comfortable.

He handled you as if were something made of glass, fragile and delicate.

Deft fingers traced over your pampered body while his lips sucked the skin of your neck.

He took his time with you-to let you savour the moment.

When Viego had entered you, you had let out a hushed cry of pain, and he whispered sweet things into your ear, kissing your neck up and down to ease your pain.

When you were finished, Viego fetched a warm towel to clean you while he asked if you were okay.

After assuring him you were fine, he covered you with the robe once more, snuggling with you to sleep.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[riverteatime]

Mafia’s fight (Demon MC, Mafia goons fic, Snatcher fic)

Author note: Mention of alcohol. Drink too much alcohol is dangerous for the health. Drink one beer one random day is good but NOT MORE.  

Ok so here’s the fic!!!

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  As the sky is grey, you walking in Mafia Town. Mafia Town is not a bad place for a walk but you are easily bother by the ressemblance of the inhabitants. Here, when someone is not from this town, everyone could see him. And it’s also work for you. Fortunally, this ‘mafia goons’ -it’s like that Hat call them- are not evil. Some of inhabitants of your former planet would have striken you since a long moment. But it doesn’t mean that they are completely pacifist because you have seen recently them fight other persons like old men. 

  They are just idiots, fools like Snatcher said. But one ask stay in your head. If they are stupid so why they have boats? They surely have some smartess behind this stupidity. 

You shock your head and you can feel something. Water fell on your head. Heck, it’s raining. And because you are a fire demon you don’t like the rain. Not because it is an opposite element of your power, well it’s true, but also because when it’s raining you catch colds and you hate to be ill.

So you have to wait under a roof of a structure.

“At-CHU” You sneeze “F***ing PECKING rain. Why I have left my planet?” And with that you start shivering. You mutter under your breath and you hug yourself to have some warm. 

Wait... Is that a bar you can see in the other side of the place. Well, you have such luck for once. You run in the direction of the bar, trying to avoid the falling water.

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   As you enter you hear the sound of a little bell hanging in the front of the door. It’s like every Mafia men who were on the place are there because of the sudden fall of the rain. As you walk in the room you can see them. Some are playing card games, other are just chatting and drinking. You sit in the front of the bar table.

“What woman stranger would like to drink?” Ask the Mafia barman

“Have you got some beer? If you have I would like to have a glass.” You say to him.

While the barman serve you the beer you turn your head to see a group of goons in front of a Tv. You can see two group, one group is wearing a blue T-shirt while the other wear red shirt. Some of them are holding signs. 

“What is this?” You ask to the barman

“Strange woman don’t know football? It’s a sport that Mafia watch on the TV. Mafia run behind a ball and shoot it to the adverse goal” Says the Mafia

“Wait... Football is a sport of my planet. How it could exist in this planet too?” You ask to the barman with a confused head.

“Mafia don’t know. Mafia is not astrologue” Answer the barman, dusting a empty glass.

You tilt your head and you remember that they are not smart enough to answer you. Well, it’s not like you love football so you just drink your beer. Key-word is trying. In fact, a large Mafia goons comes to you. You don’t see him arrive but you can smell him. And you can guess that he is much bigger than the others. 

“Hey-Strange woman! You don’t come from here?” Ask the giant Mafia goon.

“If I’m a stranger to you it’s mean that I don’t come from the city” You answer him with a serious voice.

“Mafia don’t like stranger. Mafia Town is for the Mafia.” Say the giant.

“Well I’m just drinking a beer while the rain is falling. But I want to be alone. So get lost.” You continue

“No one talk to Mafia like this. And stranger is not allowed in Mafia’s bar.”

“What you want giant pig?” You ask with a disguting voice. “If it is a fight I’m your woman”. And with that you shapeshift your hands for your two favorites fire-blades. But the giant Mafia remarks this and make a sign of stop.

“Not like this!” Says the man. And with that you are surprised. “Mafia want to adjust this with arm wrestling.”

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Meanwhile in a certain huanted forest...

“*Growl* Where she is again? She had to be here for...” Snatcher watch the clock that hanging in the wall “... For one hour! Her alarm clock had again stop, or else?” Snatcher close his book violently “That’s it! I’m going for you MC!” 

And with that the shadow teleport himself to the Hat Kid’s spaceship. The alarm ring when he arrives. The kid with her umbrella in her hand go out of her bedroom. But when she sees Snatcher she puts away her weapon.

“Hi BFF” She says with a tiny voice

“Good morning, brat! Have you seen your demoniac partner?” Asks Snatcher

Hat Kid’s tilts her head before remembering that Snatcher love to call MC ‘demoniac partner’. The kid shooks her head to say no.

“She went for a walk at Mafia Town. But she said that she is strong enough to be alone because the last time I was spying her. You want to see her for what?”

Snatcher slabs his head with his hand “Nevermind kiddo.” And with that the shadow teleport himself for a second time but now at Mafia Town

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Back to the bar...

You are sitting at a table with a Mafia man.

“Mafia have to test strange woman strengh before Mafia do arm wrestling with strange woman” Says the giant Mafia beside her.

“Ok” You say as you understood

“But no arm wrestling without prices” Continues the big man.

“What are you saying?” You asks to him with a confused head.

“Mafia mean that if Mafia win, strange woman have to give something at Mafia” Answers the giant

“And what do you want? I’m not from here so I haven’t much things with me except my power” You say to him

“Mafia is not interest by power. Mafia is strong enough to bet other Mafias. But Mafia have seen this” And with that he shows with one of his finger your locket that you wear on your neck. You are doubtful. Your locket is the most precious thing you have. Thanks to this you can control your power. Without him, it is the power who control you. Many demons have fall because their were crazy and overpowered for them. When a power is too strong, you cannot control it. 

But take no danger in the life is not a demon do the most. So you accept. “But at one condition. If I win you have to give me...” You move your head to scan the room. Wait... Is that a timepiece of Hat Kid you saw on the showcase? “This!” You shows with your finger the magic hourglass.

“Mafia say no worries”

And the strange fight begin. You put your right arm on the table and you take the hand of the Mafia in front of you. You can feel that he limit his strengh. 

“Hey! If you limit your strengh the win should be not legal!” You say to him

“Mafia don’t want to breack a arm of a lady!” He says with a smile

“I am not a lady.” You say with a cold tone

And with that your send his arm to the opposite direction, down into the table.

“Mafia is cheating, Mafia is scare to bet a strange women” Say an other Mafia man

-----(For more easiness I have to call him Mafia 2 and the other Mafia 1)----------

“Mafia is not scare, Mafia don’t want to hurt a woman” Says Mafia 1

“Get lost” With that Mafia 2 punchs Mafia 1 who fell from his chair. The giant Mafia grab them from the T-shirt. 

“Don’t punch Mafia!” Says the giant, with a evil glare. The two fighter calm down. Mafia 2 sit in front of you and grabs your arm.

“Ready?” You ask. “And don’t limit your strengh, I have more strengh then you believe”. 

And you start to fight with Mafia 2. He is more stronger than Mafia 1. But not enough. As you feel your strengh into your arm and the hand of your enemy trying to crush yours fingers, the arm of Mafia 2 try to put you down. And he is shaking and sweat from the head to his fingers. You adopt a look with no expression. You are very concentrated.

Then you feel that an opportunity comes. In fact, Mafia 2, after five big minutes, start to be tired. His arm is shaking. So you don’t wait and you put his arm down. With a painful yell, Mafia 2 fell sof his chair. 

“Strange woman is a way more strong than Mafia” He say, lying on the floor.

The giant Mafia man looks at you surprised by this. You don’t seem to be hurt by his companion. 

“Strange woman have win to fight against me. It’s a very rare luck strange woman have.” Say the giant.

“I’m used to” You say while you elevate your shoulders.

“Mafia like that” Tells the big man while he sits on the chair.

You put your arm on the table for the third time. You grab the hand of the giant Mafia and you start to force your arm. He is very strong. With a painful expression, you continue to stand but your arm is hurting. Maybe is a way too much stronger...

NO! You have to win! You don’t want to be a crazy demon who cannot control himself! For you and for Hat Kid!

You let out a beastly yell. You can feel your arm become more and more stronger and the arm of your enemy more and more weaker. And with a second yell... You put down his arm.

The Mafia community are gasping. No one had bet their chief at a arm wrestling game. And plus, you are a woman. A thin woman like this have such power in his body? The Mafias cannot believe this but you have beaten their chief.

“Mafia is impress of such power” Says the giant Mafia. But you are suddenly tired and your arm is pecking hurting you. You hold your arm with the other and you yell of hurt.

A shadow, outside the bar was watching. You haven’t see him the first time but now...

“Oh-ho...” You say at his direction.

With a dark light, Snatcher is appearing in the room. He don’t seem very happy. In fact, you can see his nails are much more sharper than the normal. And with a dark tone he say to the Mafia community.

“DO YOU HAVE A DEAD WISH...BECAUSE I’M STARVING” And with that magical purple pillars appears and blows some Mafia goon. Snatcher laugh machiavely. But you are not enjoy of this situation.

“Snatcher!” You say “Snatcher?” You ask “SNAAAAAATTTCHEEEEEERRRRRR” You scream to him to stop but he is not hearing you. “Peck!” You mutter under your breath “If you don’t want to stop so I have to stop you!” And with that you let your wing appears and you charge to him.... And you hug him. It’s very effective because he calm down instantly. 

“Hurting is bad” You say to him.

“GET OFF TO ME !!!” He screams.

“Nope. If you stop yes.” You answer

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You appologize in front of the barman and the giant Mafia for what had happen. They says that it is nothing. And they even thank you because you have lighted their day. So you walk in the direction of your favorite noodle.

“I have fix your fault” You say to Snatcher;

Snatcher growls at you and mutters under his breath. You were in danger. This fool have hurt you. Why you call this ‘a fault’? But he don’t want to tell this. No! He have another plan in mind thank to this.

“I have to go to the spaceship before Hat Kid worry about me...” You start.

But your shadowy friend grab you in his arms. You let out a surprised yell but also painful as he touch your right arm. He teleports himself to his house, right on his armchair.

“Hey!” You scream. “What did you do?” You ask again screaming.

But he don’t answer. Instead of he sit you on his lap and grab your painful arm. Even if he just touch you, you scream. “STOP” You yell. But he doesn’t stop. You try to breack free but you can’t. His tail is around your legs so you cannot move.

“If you stop screaming and stop moving I make you free” He says.

So you calm down but you let out some small yells. He grab a piece of fabric and wrap you arm on. You ask him what is he doing.

“I wrap you arm. It have to be at the right place for healing it.” He say.

“Wait! Healing?” You ask.

“Yes. Healing magic. I can heal people but it take some hours for a arm or a leg. It depend on the type of injury.” 

“I’m surprised that a ghost know how to cast a healing magic” You says surprised.

“And I’m surprised that such a powerful demon don’t know how to cast a healing magic” He answers with the same tone of you.

You smile “Don’t be so mean.” You say to him. “How long does it takes?”

“I said some hours. Geeze you don’t listen.” He answer

“At-chu” You sneeze. “Heck, I think I have catch a cold.” You say to him.

But he was not listening. In fact, he is thinking that you sneezing is really cute. “Snatcheeeer!” You call him. Suddenly he invokes a blanket and wrap you in. Your arm is hurting you. And Snatcher can feel it. So he lie you down on his body and invites you to relax. He closes his eyes to be more concentrated on your hurting while you try to forget the hurting feeling.

[yona2001]

Servant of evil AU

It's boring here....

Marco: How about you study for your next test, yoi?

How about you flying south to your friends, yoi?

Marco: I hate you

I know dearie~

Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a queen. This Kingdom was so powerful, that nobody dared to start a war, so evrybody lived in peace. The queen was ruling with an iron fist and standed center stage. Her Hair was a beautiful scarlet, her eyes green and the most loved woman in every man's eye's, everyone adored the charming queen. At her side was her loyal servant, serving as her right hand man. A boy with a name just as dark as his powers and powerful like nobody else in the country. He could transform into a demon made out of shadow's and darkness, he feared no one. At least that was the rumor, because if the queen ordered the world from him, he would do anything to please his beautiful queen...and dead men tell no tales.

In his eyes his queen was the only thing that matters, she was the queen, she was the heart of the kingdom and her loyal subjects would carry her to the end of the world. No matter what, she would get what she want's, even if her right hand man need's to go over the corpses of her enemies.

But the queen was shelfish. She could buy the world no matter what the price may be, but if there wasn't money left to spend she would take it from her loyal subjects to no end. Anyone who dared to refuse, will suffer the crime.

,,Kneel before me, peasent!"

The queen never cared for the blood that was spilled for her wishes. The more time flow, the more colors and thorns would surround her. Every flower around her died and grew brown, until she was the most beautiful rose in red. Her thorns kept everyone away, so that her enemys could not touch her.

While running errands in the country to the east, the servant admired the beautiful country. A country full of whealth, directly at the sea and ruled by an old and fair king and his sons protected the country. Everyone in that country only knew peace and everybody was kind and gentle. But suddenly the wind caught his head and drifted it into the hands of a young woman. He ran into a maiden with hair of pure white. When the servant thanked the person and took his head, he saw into the most beautiful eyes he ever saw. Her smile and her voice was sent from up above, something moved in his chest you might even call it love. But after she took her leave and waved as a goodbeye she ran directly into the arms of a young man and together they took their leave.

When the servant arrived back in the castle he was tortured by his feelings for the beautiful dame. Every night he would dream of her soft white hair that flow lose in curly locks over her shoulders, and her golden eyes that were unique and gentle, or her soft red lips that he wished to kiss someday. But he couldn't stop his duties as the right hand man of the queen, who he still loved deeply.

One night he found his queen crying in her chambers. Big tears flowed over her hot cheeks and it seemed like she would never stop crying. Pressed tight to her heart was a picture of the man who he saw in the east country, who walked of together with that maiden from heaven. The man was the youngest of 16 princes's of the east country. He had grey eyes, black hair and freckels in his young face. When the sad queen saw into the eyes of her loyal tool her eyes changed.

,,Your highness, what is wrong"

Her eyes weren't sad anymore but filled with hate and anger. She pointed her finger out and said:

,,You! You will go and kill that prince who broke my heart! I am the one he should marry! Not her! So go and do not dare to come back until your duty is done!"

She gave him a sharp knive and the servant knew what to do.

He went to the neighbor kingdom and met the young prince at a forest. He told the prince that he had a message from his queen for him. Even though his despided feelings for the selfish queen who protested against his fiance, he wanted to listen what the servant had to say. The other man threw his left arm over his back and stabbed directly into the heart of his rival. At that moment, for the first time in his live, he was thankful for his queen. Now the way would be free to turn the maid against him and steal her heart.

But the kingdom started to turn agaist itself. Consuming it's people in a wild rage. The murder of the young prince and the suffering trough the red queen took the evil from her once loyal subjects. Even as her people were consumed by their rage and destroyed the country from within she would still be the same like ever. All the thorns and colours around her made her blind.

,,Oh, is it teatime yet?"

One day there was a violent mob before the doors of her palace and at the head was leading a white dame in armor coming for her head. The old king could never tolerate the murder of his youngest son, so he started to help the people to overthrow ther queen. The servants didn't wait any longer and very quickly fled. Even when the violent mob was defeating her tired soldiers, whi didn't had the energy to hold a sword anymore, she was standing at her window and waited for her end. But suddenly her servant turned her around and gave her the cloths of a servant so she could flee. While he was distracting the mob the conquered queen run for her live. At the end her servant was defeated by the white dame in armor. When she drew her sword against his throat he saw into the eyes of the woman before him and realized that he never killed that prince, but the heart of the woman he loved, by stabbing her heart. When she asked him, if he has any last words the servant, who was covered in his blood only smirked.

,,How dare you to attack my queen, barbarians..."

At the evee of the next day, the man was led by the dame and oldest prince of the other country to the scaffold. A big mass was overflowing the place, as the bells sang for three times as he heard the shouts of the people.

,,Give me back my husband!"

,,Give me back my family!"

,,Traitor! You will suffer for your crimes!"

,,Long live the east country and the white knight!"

He didn"t cared for the voices and people around him. He smiled, because she was walking ahead of him. Her eyes laid on her and the crown prince from the east country, who's abbilitys were the complete counterpart to his. A magical creature made out of fire and power, a pheonix who protected the country in the form of a blond man, who gave him the most disguted look when he threw him into his cell.

When he kneeled at the scaffold, he knew, there was not a single thing that he could regret.

When the hand of the white dame in armor sank down, he could see a pair af scarlet hair in the crowd and Blue eyes which were filled with guild. As the hand flew down, so did the blade, which was going to cut his head of.

But with a smile in his face he sayed his last words to the crowd:

,,I have gladly played my part so that you can shine my sun."

To be honest, I was just bored so I don't expect something from this ^^'

Sorry for my possible bad grammar... -_-

[androgynousblackbox]

I remember seeing this essay floating around in my fandom several years ago . Damn I feel old.

What’s even weirder is that the author is a self proclaimed ‘ally’(they support gay rights and gay marriage and they have gay friends) despite being disgusted at the very thought of two men being in a relationship. ---- This thing is literally nothing more than a cis straight women whinning she doesn’t want to be considered homophobic because gay men disgust her lol. It’s kinda funny actually. Also, I don’t know why she keeps bringing out the fact that she is atheist and her homophobia is not religion-based? Like duh? Not all homophobia is. I have seen enough atheist expressing similar sentiments to know that. Some atheist believe that their bigotry is entirely “science based” and so totally justified into having it. Plus, some are just assholes like that. Or do I deserve tolerance of my sexual tastes, just as I try my hardest to be tolerant of the tastes of others, even when they directly contradict mine? This phrase coming from an essay published on a anti-yaoi group, calling themselves a “yaoi hater”, on something she decided to publish on so obviously other people can talk and discuss about it, it’s pretty fucking hilarious. She respect the tastes of others so much, folks, but you gotta understand that she still feels the need to clarify how much gay men make her sick to her stomach, like mushrooms! It’s because she respect gay people so much that she must openly talk all about how she personally doesn’t like them not even sharing a kiss! It’s not her fault she hates gay people being gay, the poor thing!  *cue to the saddest smallest violin on the world* Oh, but the comments are gold too. I no longer support the gay/lesbian community since they seem to have become corrupted themselves. Like you, the poster, said, some of them will accuse straight people for being homophobic. “I will be openly homophobic now! That will teach those mean queer for calling me homophobic!” For one thing, when I picture a straight guy being uncomfortable around gay men, I wouldn't think he was homophobic. I would think he was a guy. Most striaght men don't like the idea of being gay, or have others thinking that they're gay. It's normal to feel that way, and there's nothing wrong with it. Being uncomfortable does not equal homophobic. These are the hot take we have been missing out here on tumblr, folks.  When you said that it made you stomach turn, that doesn't mean you're homophobic. It just means you're straight. I don't think you should be ashamed for feeling that way. If you got turned on when thinking about to people of the same sex together; it may mean you might have gay tendecies, especially if you got all hot and bothered thinking about yuri, but you don't. It's your biology talking, and just because your biology isn't the same as some one who is gay doesn't make you a bad person. Okay, this right here? This is an excelent example of homophobia that is not religion based. Here the homoantagonism is supported by a completely wrong and overly simplistic idea of what biology is, a science that oughta be objective and true, no feelings involved, right? If an atheist manage to convince themselves that their biases are scientific facts, then yeah, they can be a bigot too! The rest of the comment is just assuring this poor conflicted woman that it’s okay, she is allowed to feel disguted at gay men all she wants, that totally doesn’t make her bad on any kind way, because, after all, she has gay friends and all. It would be so unfair of anyone to try to call her anything but the best ally ever!/s Again, cue to the violin.

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dangerous woman >> request

PROMPT: “ Anonymous: Hello! Would you mind writing one where Bucky and the team first hear you sing and they're astounded and Bucky falls even more for you !! “

PAIRING: Bucky x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,073 (WHOOPssss)

WARNINGS: A bit sexual? Mentions maybe

A/N: Heyyy there lovely! Here’s the ‘drabble’ you requested for, I’m so sorry it took so long to write. Was in a bit of a writer’s block again. But anyway, here, I hope you like it anyway, sorry if it seems a bit crappy.

This went kinda sexual all of a sudden forgive me red days are a comin’ but omg sexual Bucky is bae <333

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MASTERLIST

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"Damn it Barton, if that's you on the stereo again I swear-"

To be shocked with hearing music emerging out of nowhere, and not ceasing for more than 10 minutes already, was one thing for Tony to blame on Clint. But coming into the lounge room, eyes landing on the accused man casually eating a bowl of corn flakes with no milk, was another. Because, he too, seemed to have his ears perked and eyes flitting around the room in search of the source of the mysterious music.

"I hear it too." Clint nods at Tony, with a look knowing the supposed accusation falls on.

"That's not a stereo, though." Bruce walks in casually, but has the oddest look between his knit eyebrows, "The music is, but the voice-"

"I'm not familiar with it either." Steve paused for a moment, because for the slightest moment a bell rings at the sound of the faint music being familiar to him. "The background music is from... uh...uhm who is it again Buck?"

Tony was still very much demanding with his foot tapping, but was slightly amused at the captain's blurry recall, who was snapping his fingers repeatedly across Bucky's also confounded face.

"I have no idea-Sam?" Bucky was aware of the dispute between him and Sam, but finding this out seemed more important to them now.

To this, everyone turns their heads to Sam, who tried to look like he had no idea, but only to sigh heavily, kind of a bit sheepish that he was familiar of the music.

"Ariana Grande." His voice was flat, but did so cause a mass realization to the team, "Dangerous Woman."

Everyone was familiar of the name and the songs, hearing it a couple of times on the car stereo or around small cafes and such. Only Bruce nods casually as if nothing had happened, and passes right by to go on with his business in the lab. But the rest, were still surprised as the tones escalated with the guitar rift, the voice becoming more audible and loud, and what a voice it was singing through the hallways, only causing the growing mystery to continue mind boggling the entire team.

"Okay, seriously, this is surprising." Sam leans back with an impressed grin on his lips, "Who here would even listen to Ariana?"

"Wanda, maybe?" Steve suggest but only to be scoffed at by Tony.

"Just because she's young? Oh come on, we all know it's Nat!" It was obvious with the man's raised arms that he was half serious, "May I remind you all she's got this double agent thing, hard to shake off actually."

"But hiding pop music? Really?" Only Bucky was beginning to believe gullibly at Tony's remark, and the idea of Nat singing a pop song was suddenly growing uncomfortable to his thoughts.

 'Something 'bout you,

makes me feel like a dangerous woman'

 The entire room applauded with hoots and impressed looks at the octave shift of the mysterious voice's singing, which put a damper on Tony's witty guess but a bigger one on the huge question mark hanging above their heads to whomever to link to that singing with.

"Woah man, who is that?!" Everyone was just as shocked as Bucky who really wanted to applaud and give credit to such an amazing singer like...whomever that was, "That voice is skyrocketing!"

"Someone's American Idol material." Tony chuckles with a cross of his arms, "This is what I meant by 'shocking, fantastic abilities' you guys are hiding-seriously Clint, put some damn milk on that!"

"Not until we figure out this mysterious Ariana singer withtin our midst." Clint proceeds to annoy Tony with a spoonful of corn flakes in his mouth.

It was kind of pointless to suggest Ariana herself in the Avengers building, Sam shrugged the silly idea off as it was only an attempt to mock Tony's opinion. Steve wondered still if it was only Wanda, but shook his head at remembering she was off with Vision buying actual paprikash ingredients for dinner. There were so many possible theories buzzing in around the Avengers' thoughts that they couldn't decided on which one to consider.

Until Bucky took a second hear to the voice, more closely this time. Trailed with the tones of the background music lies a voice singing with more than intent of just merely singing. No, Bucky had heard the voice itself, as if it he felt something inside him tugging into the song. Because it began to sound, oddly familiar to him, and it was the cause of not responding to Steve's blurred call to his name.

"Buck? Hey-you alright bud?" It was always to Steve's concern when Bucky begins to stare off into the void again, but even more so when Bucky had an odd srunch on his nose.

"Either he's just entirely weird," Sam was close to laughing his ass off at the sight of his rival looking stupid, but also caught the gist of so, "or...he's getting something."

"Y/N."

The sound of that name wasn't surprising to hear from Bucky. He had said it so many times, mentioned it when he can or when she's caused him a smitten look in his eyes and a stupid grin playing on his lips, whenver he just talks about this cute crush on their fellow Avenger Y/N, and it amplifies each time he's near her or talking to her.

But what had everyone silent was the odd coincedence her name was said along with the voice still singing. And Sam was actually right, Bucky had already gotten something way before they did.

"Y/N!" Steve repeats, only louder this time.

"Wha-what now?!?!!" Sam was still trying to register if all that he was realizing was real.

"Mrfrfawhaa-? Phuriiilll??!?!" The flakes shooting from Clint's mouth was something Tony feigned being so disguted with even if none of them touched him.

"It's her." Seen in the softness of his voice, Bucky was beyond surprised than anyone in that room, "I recognize that voice."

"Of course you did." It was both amusing, and a teensy bit creepy, to Tony that Bucky had paid close attention to familiarize Y/N's voice. "But seriously? Y/N?"

"Yes, Y/N, and I'm finding it out now."

Leaving everyone else still so visibly shocked at this guess, Bucky stood up from his seat and made his way slowly towards her voice. Though, he couldn't blame that the rest were acting that way, because not only was hearing Ariana music bouncing off the Avengers hallways out of the ordinary, but guessing that it was Y/N, the not so outspoken person she is, is the one belting off tunes so high exceeded more than Bucky's expectations. It exceeded everyone's. He wondered how on earth she managed to hide such a talent from all of them.

It was what drew him closer to the sight of the supplies closet, which was also, odd, but not so surprising as he did recognize the melodic set of pipes belonging to Y/N. It put a whole new meaning to 'music in the ears' for Bucky, sending his eyes widening at the feel of the heat rising in his cheeks as he continued to listen to his crush singing in such an entrancing way. But with every movement he was catious and quiet, something he thought what Y/N was aiming for with the 'hiding place' and 'singing'. He felt himself smile at the thought of Y/N being so bashful about it; he found it cute, the way she would blush.

 Something bout, something bout, something bout youuu

Maaakes me wanna do things that I shouldn't

Soomething bout, something bout youuu

Something about the way she sang without him seeing her do it still painted a picture clear in his head. Because he could feel, something, coated within the lyrics she sang so intricately with all emotion and passion, more than a singing enthusiat would. Bucky could hear her voice almost talking to someone. As if the song she thought no one could hear, she tried to break some sort of wall with her voice. And it was doing pretty good, other than causing Bucky to suddenly fall deeper with his attraction towards Y/N.

 Aalll that you got, skin to skin, oh my gooood

Don't ya stooop, boooy

 Because he hears her voice shift into a smoother wave, more alluring this time.The same crave suddenly bubbling in his chest was heard in every note tracing through her singing. He could feel her touch through the lyrics, delicate and wanting, and he wished so secretly that she was dedicating all that affection to him. But it was no secret he had the same intimate thoughts playing with the way he sees her beautiful body move. It was hard to focus at both training and with catching Y/N in the act of singing. Well, will all those feelings about he'd kept at bay, hearing her sing surprised him, and a new burst of feelings were threatening to make him rip off the door from its hinges, take a shocked Y/N blushing so prettily in his arms, and kiss the hell out of those pretty singing lips of hers. What a thought.

And it only remained a thought. Bucky wasn't an idiot to let that slip off his mind.

But what he didn't realize that he was frozen on his spot just inches away from the door, nonetheless relieved nobody was around to see him look like a stalking creep. For a moment he shook his head , feeling traces of his brief trance simmer away from his eyes. What was he here for again? Right, singing, Y/N.

Y/N. Right. A+ on the attractiveness scale-much for Bucky.

At first he was hesitant to reach for the knob to reveal the truth. He could listen to that wonderful singing all day, and he'd hate to be a damper on her passion streak. But again, the thought of catching her singing, if she was indeed trying to hide, and find out why she was doing so, was enough to push his hand to grasp the knob, and mentally count in what he would say and how many seconds should he let pass.

 Maybe a few more lines? Just to his liking. Y/N was an excellent singer.

 All girls wanna be like that

Bad girls underneath like that

You know how I'm feeling insiiiidee

 Y/N sounded so into the music, and so was he so into her singing. So he blinked for a few moments, a smile tickling on his lips at realizing how attracted he really is to her that he was willing to let her be and let her enjoy her singing. Besides, she doesn't know that he too, was also loving this new thing going on with her. And he wouldn't be wanting to be such a rude person to rain on her parade, he'd hate to be the cause of a frown on her lips and a dampened look in her sad eyes if he continued to do so.

Yeah, those eyes. Those eyes where he saw the whole universe’s stars couldn’t compare to the way they twinkled, and how it crinkles at the way her smile would slip on those pink, luscious lips of hers. The way her fingers curl around, fiddling with her locks when a playful vibe dances around her hips. How she is so dangerously charming around a dangerously attracted man like Bucky, with every bit of her gorgeous being driving him so wild. Until he hears that beautiful voice of hers, just when he thought he  couldn’t have enough of just the thought of her.

Heaven be damned at how intimately he thought about having her.

So Bucky let go of the doorknob, and carefully stepped back farther from the door. Only to listen to that beautiful voice of Y/N's continue to let him fall in love with her even more. If only she wasn't so attractive, and if only he didn't love her enough to keep his distance.  Maybe just for then, but someday, he swore by the grin on his lips, someday he will have that song spiraling into reality against her skin.

“Just this once, Y/N,” he thinks to himself as he chuckles softly before turning to his heels to leave her alone, ‘those pretty singing lips of yours better be careful to lure mine to make you stop.”

for now.

"Something ‘bout you

Makes me wanna do things 

That I shouldn’t”

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Don’t Take It Personal Pt.2 - Calum Hood

@rexorangecouny asked for a part two of this, so here ya go, babes! :) Hope ya like! xx

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 961

Summary: Calum and Y/N have been spending a lot of time together, becoming closer. One day, Jake comes along for a coffee and it causes Calum to explode. 

Y/N’s POV

Calum and I had spend a lot of time together after that one night at the club when he tried hitting on me, and then told me he’d be a better fit for me than my current boyfriend. His words haunted me since that night, and I didn’t know why. Maybe because I’m starting to think he might be right. Maybe because I know deep down he is right.  We had been hanging out a lot while he was on his break. We’d either spend time at his house or went out for coffee or even spent a day at the beach once. He’d point out some pretty girls and we’d say some things we liked about her without him being disgusted that I, a woman, was checking out other women with him. He then proceeded to tell me he thought calling out women, whistling at them, or whatever was so disgusting and disrespectful. I got myself a lgbtq+ suporter and feminist and rational thinker here.  “Is it okay if Jake hangs out with us today?” I ask him over the phone as I’m getting ready to head to Calum’s house again.  “Does he have to?” Calum questions, clearly annoyed that I would bring my dickhead boyfriend.  “Yes, Cal. He’s still my boyfriend and he has the day off today. I want to spend time with you and him today,” I explains, chuckling a little while I try to put on my shoes.  “Sure, yeah,” he replies, even though I know he doesn’t want to. “But we’re not hanging out at my place. That dude doesn’t set a foot in this house. We’ll go out for coffee or something,” he mumbles and I feel a little annoyed that I’m pushing Calum to spend time with Jake.  “Yeah, okay,” I say back. I want to spend time with Calum, but I’ll have to take Jake with me. I can’t just tell my boyfriend I’m going to spend time with a boy I’m starting to develop feelings for.  “Meet me at the coffee shop in like, half an hour,” he demands. Whenever we went for coffee, we went to the same coffee shop. So, we declared it ‘our coffeeshop’ or ‘the coffeeshop’ and both of us knew exactly where we wanted to go. I nod my head, forgetting he can’t see me for a moment.  “Yeah, okay. See you in half an hour,” you say with a smile.  “See ya,” he replies and hangs up. 

An hour later, the three of  you are sat at a table inside the coffeeshop, sipping on whatever drink you’ve ordered.  “So, what is it you do again?” Jake asks Calum, downgrating the man a little. Calum squints at the man besides me, starting to lose his patience with him. I kick Calum under the table, giving him a glare.  “I’m a musician. I make music with me and my band. We tour the world and stuff,” he explains, the annoyance apparent on his face. He and Jake really don’t get along, and I should’ve seen this coming.  “So, is that like a temporary job until you find something different?” Jake asks before sipping his coffee.  “No, it is my job and I hope to have it until I’m too old to perform,” Calum grits his teeth, glaring at my boyfriend, who’s oblivious to the annoyance and anger in Calum’s tone and face.  “Oh really? Can you survive off such a small wage?” Jake questions him.  “Excuse you, sir, but I happen to have about a million in my bankaccount. My job is as valid as yours. It’s equally as exhausting and draining, if not more. I’m not going to stay here and listen to you degrade me or Y/N. Her sexuality is as valid as mine and yours. It’s as valid as the next person’s. Your a fucking dick and I hope you choke on your coffee,” Calum tries to keep his voice down as we’re still in a public space. He gets up, leaving a stunned Jake and a turned on me. That was really hot. I don’t think I have ever had anyone coming up for me and my sexuality.  “You really are a dick, Jake. Please don’t call me ever again and come pick up your stuff from my place tonight,” I tell him calmly while getting up too.  “What? Y/N?” he sounds desperate, but I don’t even care. All I care about right now is Calum and trying to catch up to him.  “Goodbye, asshole,” I say lastly before walking out the coffeeshop. I look around to try and find Calum, and when I find him walking between a sea of people, I start running. I push past people, dodging them here and there until I finally reach the boy I was running for. He looks at me as I try to catch my breath.  “I’m really not a runner, Calum,” I tell him, giggling a little.  “What are you doing here, Y/N? Don’t you have a boyfriend to get to?” he asks, disguted by the thought of Jake.  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I tell him once I caught my breath. Calum’s eyes light up as he looks at me in surprise, “You were right, he’s a dick and I don’t know what I ever saw in him. Don’t take it personal, babe, but personally, I think I’d be better with somebody like you,” I tell him with a grin before placing my hand behind his neck to bring him down. Our lips collide somewhere in the middle, and they somehow fit perfectly, move together gracefully. And from that moment I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. That weight being Jake and the love I’d been bottling up for Calum. 

[tethrarisms]

MCU’s main female symbol: an analysis

Honestly, I’ve been thinking a lot about women’s representation in Marvel comics and MCU.

The MCU is doing great, as well as the comics, but there’s a problem. Marvel never had a lead female like DC has Wonder Woman. Diana is great in every sense: her origins, her power, her convictions, her point of view over the society, the way she fights not only evil but also for women’s rights. This is exactly the kind of woman I’d like to see in Marvel, especially in the MCU.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Marvel has GREAT women and comics are improving in this matter, but I’m sorry, the main female characters will never be as great as Diana for in the last 10 years, all of them had bad narratives that keep them away from Diana’s image.

I’d like to analyze the main characters to create a symbol in Marvel as DC has Diana:

- Captain Marvel: MCU’s best shot. But, although I appreciate how Carol left her sexy symbol behind, I can’t forget what Bendis did to her in Civil War II. She became a fascist, everything what she stands against. And honestly, it’s not the first time, since she was with Tony in original Civil War. She’s not the model I’d like to see in Marvel’s frontline regarding women’s representation.

- Scarlet Witch: no one will ever forget the stigma of House of M.

- Black Widow: my favorite name, BUT here’s the thing - she was an assassin. She’s badass and all of that, but her past will always haunt her. For this kind of symbol, they’re not looking for redemption.

- She-Hulk: despite the Universal’s right problems, Jennifer went full Hulk recently. She always had control and was proud of it. She is the most incredible lawyer in comics (yeah, Murdock, nice try) and now this is behind her just because they needed a Hulk for the new Avengers volume. Also there’s this ancient thing that every male character should have a female counterpart, which is kind of problematic these days.

- Storm: Disney has the X-men and Fantastic Four back. But this won’t erase the poor, VERY POOR image of one of the most iconic female characters in Marvel comics. Singer ruined ALL female characters in the X-menverse, especially Ororo. Also it will be hard for the MCU to reboot them and make her the lead female character. It’s been 10 years, they simply can’t wait another 10.  The same goes to Jean Grey and Sue Storm.

- Spider-woman: there’s a rumor she will appear in Spider-man 2, so I’ll just wait and see how this representation will flow. But, in comics, I still shiver when I think of those disgusting shots objectifying her (Frank Cho, you’re a disguting person, regards).

Now, considering what they’ve already got in the MCU (except those that I’ve already mentioned):

- Shuri: I love her and she’s great, but she’s too young to be this symbol of leadership. Also she has T’Challa in front of her figure. Shuri in comics was the Black Panther once, but she was also older and a queen. Fans are not as used to passing the torch as readers, so this is very complicated.

- Dora Milaji: Okoye is a bless and I love her but, due to her convictions, she will aways be under the regime of Wakanda’s monarchy, which means she follows her beloved king/queen.

- Gamora: disregarding what happened in Infinity War, I think the Guardians works as a family. Therefore, she can’t become the leader of the entire MCU ‘cause she’s too busy being the mom of the Guardians.

- Nebula: I don’t even think she’s interested is some greater good. She became a chaotic neutral because of Gamora and this is good, but she only goes this far.

- Mantis: she’s lovely, she’s funny, she’s a bless. But her troupe is not the leadership one at all.

(Now my favorite names)

- Valkyrie: alright. I love her. I love Tessa. She’s great, she’s a warrior, she’s perfect. But we have two problems: first, she’s not from Earth. In order to lead the Avengers, you need this connection. Second, there’s Thor. Thor will always come first because he’s one of the original Avengers. Also there’s Infinity Wars’ little issue, but I do hope she will be back along with the others.

- Sif: would it be my dream that she became the new Thor? Sadly, quite sadly, they simply forgot about her. With this in mind, I hardly think she will ever become a greater character in the MCU.

- Wasp: my favorite name until now. She’s great, she’s badass, she’s the kind of leader I’d like to see in the MCU. I know she shares the protagonism with Lang, but I truly believe she was the main character in Ant-man and The Wasp. She stole the spotlight and became of the greatest heroes. I think the only problem here is the level of her power, compared to the Avengers. Wanda is one of the most powerful female characters, and she didn’t even show her full potential yet. Carol is also one of the most powerful ones. I think they’re looking for this kind of strength for this symbol, sadly.

I didn’t mention other minor female characters such as Pepper, Sharon etc, because they’re not fully connected to the main teams as the heroes are, plus they don’t act like they intend to be heroes.

I also didn’t mention the tv shows because, let’s be honest, they’re not connected as they claim they are. I’d die to see Quake in the MCU, but at this point, it’s quite impossible. The same goes to Jessica Jones, Dagger, Nico Minoru, Karolina etc.

I think the most update name (and also my favorite one) to be part of the MCU is Kamala. But we can’t have a Ms. Marvel without the original one, so we’ll have to wait. Plus she’s too young. She works like Spider-man. They’re incredible, but they won’t act as leaders of the Avengers ever.

Concluding, I think their best option is still Carol, although I’d rather have Wasp or Valkyrie. My greatest dream is the new Thor, but I hardly think they will ever substitute Chris now that Taika saved the character, plus Jane is such a waste in the MCU.

My only hope is that they portrait Carol as a good character, very different from what’s happening in the comics. And I really hope that the MCU influences her narratives, it’s all I ask as a woman and a fan.

[iightwoodbane]

y r all men scum

[undyingchrysanthenum]

White lies? Said who?

All my life

I created false narrative about myself

I made myself special, different from others

One step ahead of everyone

Person to be respected

Person you can’t hurt

Person who’s been in love

T’was all a lies

I don’t even respect myself

I am weak and sensitive, you can easily hurt me

I’ve never in my life received any love from a man or woman, romantically. Yes, every name that I named to y’all was all a lies. Delusional me made it up, all of it from the stories down to every details I bragged

I am a disguting person

To be honest, I’d hate me too

All I know is I’ve given so much of myself to friends and family that I needed to create false narrative because I haven’t received genuine love from them, not their fault it’s just that I gave so much and I received less

I am an insecure

A loser

Apparently a criminal too

One thing that triggered me to write this confession is I might go to jail because of bouncing check, as of writing this confession there’s a warrant for me. Yikes. Me too. I can’t believe this is happening

Don’t you ever pity me

I am writing this because for once in my life I wanted you to know who I really am

[hary-and-droc]

HARY AND DROC EXTRA SPECIAL CHRISTMAS CHAPTRE!11!!!!

Halla and velkommen to the Christmas Chaptre! As you may or may not know, there has been a lot of drama going on around hoggy during the past few months. But now it is christamas time, a most sepcial time of year, a time where everyone stops their worrying and celebrates the day without a care in the world. Where everyone stops their fighting and bickering, where everyone is friends again, no matter whether you are a huffle, raven, or groff. Not a slitther because they are mean all the time even chritsmas :(

And our chaptre starts at the groff in the door common room… t’was the night before christmas.. When all through hoggy, not a creature was stirring.. Not even scabbers, rons rat.

‘Hary whats on your christmas wish list?’ asked roon.

Hary sadly gased out the window. ‘I dont have any parents’ he mentioned glumly. ‘They died when i was just a child. I was forced to watch it with my own eyes. Some nights, i can still hear their screams.’

Hermy and ron shared an awkward glance. ‘I didnt mean what you want your parents to get you’ said roon. ‘I meant what you want snata to get you.’

‘Snata isn’t real, Ronny,’ said hary. ‘Snata is your parents.’

Roon hadn;t known this. Neithr had Nevil, who overheard their conversation. Nevil had decided to come out of his wheelbarrow for christmas because he wanted some figgy pudding. However, he was so sad upon discovering snata wasnt real that he ran back to his wheelbarrow immediately.

‘Roon, didn;t you know Snata was your parents?’ Hermy asked, she giggled.

‘Shut up hermy. Of course i knew. Why don’t you go back to the library?’

You are probaby wondering why hermy is back in 1996 instead of 1396 like previously. But the magic of chirstmas had bought her back to the present time to celebrate chritmas with her friends. Dont worry, she will go back soon.  

Hermy went to the libray to study for next term’s work. Hary and roon decided to get some figgy pudding at the 4 broomsticks.

Droc and Hary stopped fighting for the christmas season. Well, Droc stopped being angry at Hary for being obsessed with ginney and hary stopped being obsessed with ginney.

Hary invited droc to join him for a butterbear because roon had pulled out. He had to sned an owl to his mother. Hary caught a glimpse of what roon was writing before he left for hogsmeade. It said ‘why didnt you tell me’ ‘my whole life has been a lie’ and ‘can you send me some figgy pudding

‘hAlla!’ said droc. He was waiting outside the groff common room with a rose. He handed it to hary. ‘Merry christmas eve, hary.’

‘Thank yu droc!’ they kissed and had a quick makeout sesh before making their way to the 5 broomsticks.

‘Do you want some figgy pudding?’ asked natarshar. She and vlodkotmr were on a date at the 6 broomsticks.

‘No thanks’ said voltmort. ‘I dont like figgy pudding.’

‘Che? Why not” asked natarshar ��figgy pudding is the beeeessstst. Now bring us some figgy pudding now bring us some figgu pudding…’

The waitress took down their order and went to bring them some figgy pudding, bring them some figgy pudding.

‘I dont like it because it reminds me of christmas. And i dont like christmas.’

NATARSHAR was stunned. ‘How can you not like chreitsmas!!11!!!’

Vodmort sighed ‘I just don’t.’

Natarshar was sad that someone could not like chirstmas. She knew there was something bothering her about the merry holiday. So Natarshar deicded that it was her mission to give voldmort the best chrotismas she could ever have!

Hary and Droc entered the 7 broomsticks and ordered a butter beer, along with some figgy pudding. While they waited, they noticed that voltmort was at the 8 broomsticks too, along with some woman. Hary thought she was quite attractice. Little did he know it was his pet bird. Gross.

Droc and Hary went over to say halla. ‘Halla’ said droc and hary.

‘Hello boys’ said voldmrd. ‘This is my girlfriend Natarshar’

Hary winked at natarshar. Natarshar awkwardly avoided eye contact.

‘What brings you two fine ladies to the 9 broomsticks on this fine evening’ droc said

‘Oh just eating some figgy pudding’ natarshar said

‘Me too’ hary said quickly. ‘I like your hairy legs natatshar’

‘Ew gross’ whispered natarshar

‘Back off’ said volfmord.

Hary remembered that he had a boyfriend. He can be quite forgetful like that sometimes. ‘Good evenin, girls. And merry christmas. Have a nice date.’ he said. He left with droc to his table to eat figgy pudding.

Back at Hoggy, snapps was busy brewing some go-away-christmas potion. He didn’t like christmas and wanted it to go-away, as the title suggests. Snapps didn’t like christmas because he doesn’t like anything. Except making potions and eating figgy pudding.

‘Hmm lets try this out’ he poured a sprinkle over a minature christmas tree. It turned into an easy-to-care-for house plant.

‘Good.’ said snapps. He had always wanted a house plat that was easy-to-care-for.  

You may remember that Dumbeldock won voldmot’s pet snake lingiuni in an intense game of wizard chess.

‘Hiss hiss motherfucka’ said lingiuni

Well volrtmord had been quite sad about losing his snake and Natarshar hadn’t know why. Until she notcied a picture of a snakker on her bedside table.

‘Whos that?’ asked nat

‘Hm? Oh, no one.’ vodrt said

Natshar could tell voldy was even sadder than ever. She didnt know why vodmo didnt like christmas, but she could try to get the snake back if it would cheer voldmo up. She didnt know who had the snake so decided to go to the smartest person she knew, hermy.

She snuck out while voldermot was sleeping and caught a cab over to hoggy. She only had a little time before she turned back into headlice, so she hurried.

‘Hermy. Wake up’ said natshatar.

Hermy was in the middle of a deam about figgy pudding and was annoyed to be woken up. ‘Who are you?’

‘No time to explain. I need to know where voldermorts snake is!’

‘Nevil killed it in the seventh book’

‘Hva?”

‘Wait nvm that hasnt happened yet. I think deumveldor won the snake in a game of wizard chess.’

‘Cool. whats it name?’

Hermy pondered. ‘I think its type of pasta. Fettucine, maybe?”

‘Cool thanks bye.’

Dumbedlros office was at the top of a lot of stairs. Natarshar missed her wings.

‘Knock knock’

‘Whos there’ said dumbel from inside his study

‘Natarshar,’ said natarshar

‘Natarshar who?’ Dumbeldore didnt know this knock knock joke.

‘Natarshar…. Potter.’ Natarshar realised she didn’t have a last name so she borrowed harys.

‘Omg a potter come striaght up what do you want i love potters.’

Dymbeldor was sirring in his office eating figgy pudding. Macaroni the snake was on the ground, too.

‘I want that snake!’ Natshar cried.

Dumveldroe was sad. ‘But this is my snake spaghettti i won in an intense game of wizard chess.. It’s mine..’.’.

But Natarshar was  a Potter and dumbelldoor loved pottrs so he gave the snake to Natarshar. ‘Takke good care of her.’

‘Oh, i will.’ Natarshar was happy that she found voldmorts snake, Gnocchi. She wrapped him up and put him under the christmas tree for chirtsmas morning.

‘HAPPY HOGGY CHRISTMAS’ said roon, waking hary up that next morning. It was 6am.

‘Omfg roon stop i need my sleep’

‘Theres figgy pudding downstairs, hary!’

Hary was tempted.

‘It’s fresh OUT OF THE OVEN.’

‘Omg sign me the fuck up mothafucker’ hary said, jumping out of bed and racing downstrais

‘Happy hoggy christmas Hermy!’ said roon as they entered the groof common room.

‘Happy hoggy christmas roon. Happy hoggy christmas Hary!’ said hermy.

Hary felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his boyfrined, droc! What was he doing in the groff common room? ‘What are you doing in the groff common room?’ hary said.

Droc held out some figgy pudding. ‘I bought this for you. Fresh out of the oven.’

‘Omg sign me the fuck up i love a good figgy pudding. Happy hoggy christmas, droc.’

Droc smiled. ‘Happy hoggy christmas, hary.’

On christmas morning, the magic of christmas had let Natarshar be a human for the day so she could join in on the chirtsmas festivities. She had booked voldmort and herself a table at hoggy for their christmas dinner feast. Natarshar was so excited to give her girlfriend the special present she had.

Unfonrtunately, voldmort was even sadder than ever !!11!! :(( what could it be? Natarshar could only hope that hoggy’s figgy pudding combined with her present would cheer voldemort up.

‘Halla and velkommon to the christmas feast.’ said dumedlro that night. All the students were very excited and Nevil had even come out of his wheelbarrow for the feast! Unfortniaely no one had booked him a table so he sat on the ground. At least he got to eat figgy pudding, though.

As you know, Snapps had perfectd his go-away-christmas potion and was waiting for the right time to strike. He snuck into the hoggy kitchen and while the house elves’ backs were turned, he put the potion into all the food!!!! It all turned into ordinary, boring food like pea soup and duck liver patte!!!

The house elves were astonished. What had happened to their perfect christmas  food? They cuoldnt serve the hoggy students this disguting food! What were they going to do??!?!???!?!/

FRONUBNATELY, DOBBI THE ELF SAVED THE DAY. ‘hey look friends there is one dish here that isn’t turned into normal food!’ the elves all gathered around to see the only dish that had been saved. The only food they could serve to the students. It was…. Figgy pudding.

‘Nice.’ said Nevil.

Everything was back to normal and everyone was happy. No one seemed to be complaining that the only dish on the menu that night was figgy pudding. Quite the opposite, actually.

When the christmas feast finished, Natatshar pulled out her gift and prestened it to Violdrtm.

‘Is thia for my brithday?’ voldrtmort asked.

Birthday? Why would voldrtmort assume that a gift given to him on christmas was for his birthday? Maybe it was because Natarshar had accidentally used birthday wrapping paper.  Unless….

‘Yes it is! Happy birthday, bolremort!’

‘Omg you remembered i thought you forgot thank you so much natastarhr this is the best birthdayever!’

Wait until you open the gift natarshar said.

Voldermort opened it and saw his snake, Lasanga. Except, Natarshar had accidentally kept the snake Carbonara in the box for a whole day and forgot to poke holes and he was actually dead.

‘You gave me a carcass of my old pet snakker?’ voldermort was confused .

Until HERMY saved the day because she is smart like that. ‘Abracadara!’ she said, and tortellini the snake was bought back to life! It was truly a happy ending.

So Hary and Droc were perfectly in love, roon found out snata isnt real (or is he?????) Hermy got to save the day, Snapps got the ruin the day (which ultimately saved the day), Dobbi also got to save the day, Dumbedlor got to learn a new knock knock joke, voldrmeort got her snake back, Natatshar remembered her girlfriends birthday, and nevil got to eat figgy pudding.

All was well.

Merry christmas to all and to all a good night!

BUT WAIT!! Someone crashed through the front door of hoggy. ‘I’m sorry I’m late’ he said! ‘I got lost in traffic. Omg yum do i smell figgy pudding??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?’

Everyone’s jaws dropped. It was STEVE HARRINGTON.  

‘Can i have an autograph?” said Shrek.

[adamkadabra]

No Happy Ending || Self Para 2/3

Tagging→  ADAM CRAWFORD, ELLIOTT GILBERT, mentions of others. Where→  Elliott’s Room. When→ 8/24/17 Warnings→ mentions of violence.

“This is the way that we love, Like its forever, Then live the rest of our life, But not together.”     Happy Ending -Mika

Notes–> This is in order and is para 2 of 3. Parts 1 and 3 can be found at there at those links.

ADAM

Adam stopped by his room first to grab everything he could fit into his bag and placed his remaining items inside of his Grimoire. It had been a few days since he left London with the Shedim. Now, he was back on campus but it gave him time to prepare a few goodbyes he could leave for some of his friends. His heart ached as he closed the door to his room for the final time, leaving behind some of his clothes, school books, and a few other odds and ends. After stopping by his friend’s room to drop off the letters he had left for them he made his way to Elliott’s room. Adam stood outside the room for nearly five minutes before he could bring himself to knock. Adam closed his eyes and gripped the strap of his bag tight. He had to do this. He would be back, someday. Anyway, he hoped he would. Every part of Adam ached as he went over various goodbyes in his head. How could he say goodbye to Elliott? That was one thing he never imagined himself doing and here he was on his doorstep. Just breathe, he told himself. Remember to breathe. When there was no answer the first time, Adam raised his hand and knocked just a little louder.

ELLIOTT

Elliott was getting out of the shower when he heard a loud knock, he was surprised, at this time of the day and unannounced, he couldn't think of anyone that would want to visit him, and the only person that would was out of campus, or so he thought. He quickly got dressed with some comfy clothes he had around, though he didn't think much of his unglamoured looks, he just opened the door as he noticed the insistence of the person on the other side.

ADAM

Adam jumped a little as the door opened and stared at Elliott a moment quickly clearing the look of shock on his face. He smiled. It was unfair just how handsome Elliott was all the time. He bitterly thought how much he would miss just staring at him. Adam took in a deep breath. “Hey.” He said with a small wave. “I’m not bothering you right now, am I? Like, I’m not interrupting anything?” Maybe Adam should just go and write letters like he did to his other friends thereby avoiding the agony was sure to follow this face to face conversation. No. You have to stay. He deserves to be told this way. Adam swallowed thickly. He was pretty happy to see Elliott in his true form. It was his favorite, after all. Seeing Elliott as he truly was, and seeing him truly happy.

ELLIOTT

"Hey" he says with a smile when he sees Adam standing there "You are back, how did it go? How is your mother? How are you?" he let his boyfriend in and just observed his behavior, he wasn't sure what to say, he found himself wondering the past few days how hard would it be for the Crawford's to have lost such a lovely woman, and he also found himself realizing the fragility of human life, it was sort of terrifying to think how easily he could lost most of the people he cared about.

ADAM

Adam stepped passed Elliott into the room. He took a moment to steady himself not ready for what was to come. He sighed, “I uhmm, my mum okay. I mean we’re both pretty gutted about it. Helene was another mum to me and same to her. I don’t know how mum is gonna get through this to be honest. She thinks that Helene died resenting her, which I know is not true. I’m afraid she’s going to try and turn to my dad during all of this and he’s just..” Adam scoffed a little. “well I don’t know what he would do but I don’t like her turning to him for support.” Adam chewed on his lower lip for a moment. “I’ve been better. I wish you could have been there.” He said and reached out to take Elliott’s hand, his own shaking. “I thought about you the whole time.” Adam was struggling to keep his voice from cracking. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I just…I really really missed you.”

ELLIOTT

Elliott worried when he saw Adam was very affected, of course, he didn't expect anything else since someone so important for him had passed away, but it just broke his heart seeing him like that "I'm so sorry" he said sadly squeezing his hand, then slowly made Adam get close to him and give him a hug "I missed you too" he kissed the side of Adam's head.

ADAM

Adam’s heart ached as Elliott pulled him in for a hug and kissed him. Maybe if he stayed really still they would remain like this for the rest of time. They could turn into a beautiful statue and they could be together. Adam sighed and fell into the hug and held onto Elliott tightly. “I love you,so much.” He said and buried his face into Elliott’s chest. “You are so handsome like this.” Adam was trying to stall for more time with Elliott before he did the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. “You know that I prefer the real you over your glamor, right? Not that you aren’t incredibly sexy with all of those tattoos.” Adam chuckled and ran his fingers down Elliott’s arm. “But I always love you best when I see you like this. I can tell your truly happy when you don’t have to hide. It makes me happy to see you that way.”

ELLIOTT

Elliott smiled as he heard Adam's comments, it wasn't like he didn't know what Adam felt but this time sounded so much sincere than ever before and it was heartwarming. Elliott didn't have a problem with his original form, in fact it gave him more confident being like that, though he had learn that it is quite shocking for others to see it, so hear from Adam how much he loved him like that it always made him feel really good "I love you so much too" he replied with a smile "You always know what to say to lift a Shedim's spirit" he joked giving him a kiss on his lips this time.

ADAM

Adam laughed softly just before Elliott kissed him. A shiver ran down Adam's spine at the feeling of Elliott's lips on his own, it felt like the first time all over again and he surged forward to eagerly kiss him back wanting to remember this feeling. As he pulled back Adam smiled at Elliott but it soon faded as he remembered the reason he was here. Adam looked down at his hand in Elliott's. "Yeah, uhm about that. " Adam took a deep breath in held it a moment and sighed. "There's something that happened at the funeral you uhh..I need to tell you something." Adam looked up slowly to Elliott. "I met the Shedim that my aunt had tried to free when she was younger, the same one that my mum was so afraid of. He was being controlled by my cousin." He stopped a moment and squeezed Elliott's hand tighter. "He was saying some awful things about you and my mum and said I should learn to control you otherwise he would and I lost it, I uhm I punched him." Adam chuckled at that. "It felt good."

ELLIOTT

Elliott smiled as long as Adam did, but it was pretty clear how suddenly his boyfriend's attitude shifted "That's... that's a lot" he said when he heard all that happened "I can't believe... woah" he looked at Adam with a proud smile, though he didn't approve of violence, it kinda made him proud to see that Adam went that far to protect a Lusus Naturae, though he also realized that probably would be a huge scene specially in a funeral "Eh... did you get in trouble?" he asked quickly.

ADAM

Adam noticed the proud smile and Adam blushed a little. He returned the smile but only briefly. "It was." He sighed. "No. I mean...I didn't hit him in front of everyone. I went outside to get some air in the garden and he came out. He...he made the Shedim stick his head in the fountain until he said otherwise." Adam said, his tone changing as anger edged in. He was getting angry all over again. "He was doing it because he knew about you, about us and knew it would get to me. Ell, it was awful and all I was thinking about was you."

ELLIOTT

Elliott was disguted  about the things some people were able to do to others. There wasn't enough words to describe how terrible all the Adam said was "I would love to say I can't believe that... but.... I know by experience how awful people can be... I'm not surprised" he said frowning and squeezing Adam hand "Do you know if the Shedim was alright after what happened?"

ADAM

Adam didn't answer right away. He ran his thumb over Elliott's hand. "Yeah, he's fine." He replied. "Actually, when I hit my cousin it was also in part of me trying to get him to let the Shedim go. He was all talk. I sort of resorted him to a crying mess after I hit him." He smiled a little. "But I threatened him again and he said the words 'you're free to go'. " Adam smiled a little more at this still proud he was able to get Charlie to say those words. "I don't think he realized what he said and he didn't have much of a chance. My mum found us and realized what happened and she ushered Charlie away before he could say anything else. I actually broke his nose." Adam flexed his hand a little. "Anyway, the Shedim was free to go and before his dad could come out or anyone else....we ran." Adam watched Elliott for his response. "I wasn't going to let him become their servant again."

ELLIOTT

Elliott took a deep breath trying to process all what he was listening, he felt proud but confused, all these things so sudden, he wondered when Adam could have a nice break. "I'm glad you did that... to help him but... what do you mean you run? Is someone looking after you? Are you okay?" he worried.

ADAM

Adam sighed and he knew that this was a lot of information to get within a few minutes. He lead Elliott over to the bed to sit down. “I’m sorry.” He said, still holding Elliott’s hand. “I didn’t want anyone to come looking for him. Ell, he’s been a slave to that part of my family for decades! Generations! I wanted to do what my aunt didn’t get the chance too.” Adam gave Elliott a small smile. “And…I kept thinking of you and how would I feel if you were in that situation and what would I hope someone would do for you. I know it’s..it’s mad. It really is and I realized about five minutes into it all that I hadn’t the clue what I was actually doing or planning.” He moved little closer to Elliott. “I can’t say for sure if my family is looking for him or not, but since he’s been in service to them for years it may hurt their pride. They act as if they are some high and mighty Bloodlines, as if they had never been born Common.” He shook his head. “But I can’t let them have him again and I don’t want to bring him here to NYADA because they’ll know.”

ELLIOTT

Elliott sat next to Adam and kept listening "I see... that's... a little crazy yeah" he chuckled caressing Adam's face with his hand "but I'm glad you could help him, I'm sure he most definitely appreciate to run away free" he smiled, though then he thought about the last thing Adam said, he couldn't bring the Shedim to NYADA, he wanted to stop his family from finding him "So... then? What..." he was joining the dots but he wasn't sure if what he was thinking was correct "What are you going to do?" he asked worried.

ADAM

Adam’s eye’s slid closed at Elliott’s touch and he focused on memorizing it. After a moment he opened them again and reached up to caress his face with the hand that wasn’t still holding onto Elliott’s. “You’re so beautiful..” He murmured softly. Adam drew in a deep breath to keep his emotions in check,but it was becoming more and more difficult. “I don’t know, exactly. I just know I have to find a place that is safe for him with people I can trust to keep him safe.” He shrugged a little letting his hand drop from Elliott’s face. “I don’t know how long it will take..” His voice grew quiet. “And I also don’t know what repercussions this could cause for me or my mum. He didn’t hurt anyone so there is no reason for the Cardines to be after us, but I also don’t know if my cousin will spin it a different way and say I stole him. He’s not that smart so I doubt he will.�� Adam added.

ELLIOTT

Elliott again didn't know what to say, he was listening to the words and understanding the meaning of them but also not sure if this was really happening "You... so... you are leaving?" he knew the answer would probably be yes, but when he asked, a small part of him wished it was a no. Was that selfish? He just wanted Adam to stay with him, but at the same time he knew if Adam had decided to go was for a good reason.

ADAM

Adam’s stomach dropped. He held on tighter to Elliott, if that were possible. “I…well…yes..sort of…” He babbled. Adam cleared his throat and tried again. “I want to find someplace for this Shedim to be safe.” He said. “And NYADA is the last place for him. I don’t know how long it will take. But for now, yes I am…I’m not going to be on NYADA campus.” Adam didn’t want to say those exact words because it all felt so final. “I promise Ell,” Tears began to form and fall now. “I swear to you I would ask you to come with me if I didn’t think you’d be in danger for leaving NYADA. I would take you with me and we’d start our life together.” Adam’s voice cracked. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted with you.”

ELLIOTT

Elliott wasn't sure how he was feeling, part of him was proud that Adam decided to do such a good thing for other person, specially another Lusus Naturae, but at the same time he felt heartbroken, Adam was so special to him and the thought of him leaving wasn't something Elliott had ever expected "I know... it's just too complicated" he felt like he was going to cry but he didn't, he wanted to be strong one last time for Adam, it looked like it wasn't the easiest thing to say from him, and he didn't want to make it harder.

ADAM

Adam moved closer to Elliott on the bed and cupped his hand on his the side of Elliott’s face. “I love you.” He said choking back a sob. “You are the most important thing in my life.” Adam leaned in and pressed his forehead to Elliott’s. “And I hope that’s not hard to believe despite that I am lea-leaving NYADA.” Adam drew in a breath to try and steady himself and keep him from shaking but it didn’t work as well as he’d hope. His heart was breaking and Adam wanted nothing more than to pull Elliott off the bed and run with him out the door and off campus. “I..I don’t want to break up with you.” He swallowed. “So I’m not. Because one day I want to have a life with you, but..if I’m gone and there is someone else,” Adam had to a take a moment at this so he wasn’t a complete sobbing mess. “If there is someone else, I just want you to be happy. Okay?”

ELLIOTT

Elliott looked at Adam with sadness "I love you too" he touched Adam's hand on his cheek and leaned on it for a moment, then grabbed his hand softly and moved away from his face, trying to calm down all his thoughts and say the words he wanted to "I... I know what you mean, but I feel... it wouldn't be fair for either of us to do that... I would feel like I was cheating on you... I love you, I imagined a life with you, but if we aren't going to be together and we don't even know if we are going to see each other again, I don't want to do that to you, I want you to move on and be happy and do what you have to do..." he paused "I don't want you to feel like you own me anything, I want you to be happy, and me too" he kissed Adam one last time "I'm sorry, but I think we should break up" he thought the words wouldn't come up, but he made an effort to say them, it was the best for them, it has to be done, that's what he thought.

ADAM

Adam stared at Elliott a moment as he moved his hand away from his face. Adam's brow furrowed a moment until he realized what Elliott was doing and suddenly panic set in. He shifted in the bed inching closer to Elliott. No. No this couldn't be happening. Adam was leaving campus but he always planned on coming back for Elliott. He didn't want to say those words that Elliott was getting at because it meant finality and that they were really over. He kissed Elliott back, trying to savor the kiss but it was too fleeting. He clenched his jaw trying not to let his emotions get away from him but he couldn't help himself from let out a broken sob as Elliott said the words and phrase Adam was dreading. "I....I..I don't want to break up with you." He said his voice just above a whisper. Elliott was right though, it wasn't fair to them. Maybe Adam was being selfish. He closed his eyes a moment. "I never wanted this to happen." He said through tears.

ELLIOTT

Elliott was so heartbroken to see Adam crying, he moved him closer and hugged him tight "I'm sorry, I didn't want us to end like this either" he said with his arms tight around Adam's body. He wanted to be stronger, he didn't want to cry because he thought it would make Adam even more sad, but it was getting hard, they had been together and so happy for that year, they knew each other so well and loved each other so much. Saying they had to break up hadn't been easy for Elliott, but if there was something he was sure of is that he wanted Adam to be happy and free, if he had to take this risk and do what he had to, then Elliott wouldn't be in the way of it "I will always treasure the time we were together, as friends and as boyfriends" he said still holding Adam.

ADAM

Adam held tightly onto Elliott in the hug,his hands pressing against his boyfr—Elliott’s back. He slammed his eyes shut and cried into Elliott’s chest. “Pl-please.” He said, his voice muffled by his face being buried in the other’s chest. “I promise I won’t be mad, it won’t be cheating.” Adam begged desperately. But he knew that it wasn’t fair to Elliott to ask him to wait for him, even if Adam didn’t plan on seeing anyone else. He lifted his head a little. “I love you, so much Ell. You’ll always be the one.” He tried to smiled but it hurt too much. Adam stepped back and wiped some of the tears from his face. He reached into his bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped silver bag with a black ribbon and held it out toward Elliott not looking him in the eyes. “I..I made you a batch of brownies.” He said quietly. “And I want you to have this.” He handed over a navy blue beanie, it was tearing just a little from being worn so much. “It’s my favorite one. I was..” He hesitated. “I was wearing it that day under the tree where we talked. The day I knew I loved you..”

ELLIOTT

Elliott shook his head once Adam could see him, he had made the decision and he felt it was the best, they needed to have this closure. He was surprised by the presents and he took both things feeling kind of guilty, he didn't know how to process this, both of those things meant a lot to him, that day under the tree was so important for them, and it would always be a precious memory for him, and he was sure for Adam was well "Thank you" he didn't know what else he could say "That day was so special, I'm glad we could get to know each other"

ADAM

Adam looked down at the ground as Elliott took the gifts. This was it then. Why did it feel harder for Adam than for Elliott? Adam scowled a little, that wasn’t fair. Elliott was probably just better at hiding his emotions, right? He drew in a breath and held it momentarily. This would be better for Ell anyway, now he didn’t have Adam holding him back and he could focus on his activism and work at making a difference at NYADA. Everything inside and out felt numb. There was a sort of buzzing in his ears that was making Adam sick to his stomach. ‘I’m glad we could get to know each other.’ Adam’s hands clenched into fists. It sounded so plan and basic and for some reason it hurt deep inside of him. “Yeah,” Adam replied, still avoiding eye contact. “I put the recipe for the brownies inside the bag for you, in case you wanted to make them yourself.” He shrugged. “I should go.”

ELLIOTT

Elliott left the things over the bed "Hey, hey" he said noticing Adam's attitude change as he spoke. He grabbed Adam's hand before he moved and made him look at him "I know it's going to sound bad but, I really don't care about the brownies at all, my favorite part about the sweets is that you took the time to made them and that we could eat them together, and you know I don't even know how to make toasts so I'm obviously not going to make them properly... " he chuckles though he is starting to feel his eyes watery "I don't want our goodbye to be you looking down at the floor and me eating brownies alone" he smiles at Adam "I'm going to miss you so much... do you think you have a few more minutes to eat these together?" he points at the bag.

ADAM

Adam half heartedly tried to pull away from Elliott but allowed the other to direct his gaze. Adam’s eyes were read, and swollen from crying. The touch of Elliott’s hand in his felt perfect, like it always did and that made everything ache more. ‘our goodbye’ Adam inhaled sharply at this. He was saying goodbye to Elliott. Adam clenched his jaw trying to keep himself from crying any further. This felt like some cruel dream that he hoped he would wake from any moment in Elliott’s bed, the light of the morning sun just starting to show through the window. And the best part was he was safe in Elliott’s arms. “I bet Rachel could help you, or Tina..” The mention of his friends hurt in another way. “You’ll look after them, yeah? Make sure Tina eats breakfast.” Adam drew in a breath and his chest rattled. “I’m not exactly hungry right now…” He mumbled,  “But I suppose I could spare a few more minutes.”