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[harryssyndrome]

Manic (pt.2) | h.s

ᯓ ✈︎ part one || Masterlist

Sorry it’s short but i was busy being lazy lol and well I’m planning something bigger so bare with me.

Posted on: November 19th, 2024

YN’s days began to blur into one another, each moment consumed by her obsession with Harry. Every notification, every message from him felt like another piece of a dream she never wanted to wake up from. Her friends commented on how lucky she was, how surreal her life had become, but none of them truly understood. They didn’t know how much this connection meant to her.

It was no longer about being a fan. This was personal.

Harry’s messages grew more frequent, more intense. His compliments became laced with something deeper, something that felt like longing. YN found herself replaying every word in her mind, dissecting the meaning, trying to understand him. She didn’t dare question why he had noticed her out of all the fans in the world. It didn’t matter. He had chosen her, and that was enough.

But even in her bliss, there was a shadow.

Harry sat in the dim light of his living room, his phone in hand, the screen glowing faintly in the dark. He scrolled through YN’s social media again, his eyes scanning every photo, every caption, every detail. He had memorized her routines, her likes, her quirks. He knew what she ordered at her favorite café, the books she loved to read, the way she smiled when she thought no one was watching.

But Harry was watching.

Every word he sent her was carefully crafted, calculated to pull her deeper into his world. He knew exactly how to compliment her, how to make her feel seen. He played the part of the dream, the fantasy she had built in her mind. But beneath the surface, his thoughts were anything but kind.

She was his now.

It wasn’t enough to be admired. He needed more. He needed control.

He leaned back, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he typed his next message.

YN’s phone buzzed, pulling her attention from the book she was pretending to read. Her heart leapt when she saw his name.

“I can’t stop thinking about your voice. Sing for me again, YN.”

She blinked, her fingers tightening around the phone. He wanted her to sing. For him.

Her hands trembled as she opened her camera app, her heart pounding in her chest. She set up her phone, angling it just right before taking a deep breath. She picked one of his songs, one she knew by heart, and began to sing.

Her voice was shaky at first, but as the melody carried her, she poured everything she had into the performance. She closed her eyes, imagining him on the other side of the screen, watching her, listening to her.

When she finished, she uploaded the video and sent it to him, her stomach flipping with nerves.

The response came almost immediately.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, YN.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her face flushing with warmth.

But as she stared at his words, that lingering unease crept back in. Something about the way he said it—it was too intense, too certain. She shook her head, dismissing the thought. This was Harry Styles. He wasn’t like anyone else.

Harry watched the video again, his jaw tightening as a dark satisfaction settled over him. She was performing for him now. Every note, every glance, every movement was for him.

He leaned forward, his mind racing. This wasn’t enough. He needed to take the next step.

He knew where she lived. He had already been inside her space, breathed her air, felt her presence. But it wasn’t enough to just watch her.

He wanted to shape her.

That night, YN fell asleep with her phone by her side, Harry’s messages still glowing on the screen. Her dreams were filled with him, his voice, his touch. She imagined what it would be like to meet him, to feel his hands on hers, to hear him whisper her name.

But in the shadows of her room, something stirred.

Harry was back.

The window he had left unlocked during his last visit slid open with ease. He moved silently, his footsteps light as he entered her sanctuary once more.

Her scent hit him immediately, intoxicating and familiar. He stood by her bedside, his eyes trailing over her sleeping form. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her face peaceful in the dim light.

He reached out, his fingers hovering just above her cheek. He wanted to touch her, to feel her warmth. But he hesitated. Not yet. He couldn’t risk waking her.

Instead, he leaned closer, his lips inches from her ear.

“Soon, YN,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He stepped back, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before retreating into the night.

When YN woke the next morning, she felt it again—that strange heaviness, the sense that something was wrong. She glanced at her window and frowned. It was slightly ajar.

Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up, staring at it. Had she left it open? She didn’t think so.

Shaking her head, she climbed out of bed and shut it firmly, her hands trembling.

It was just a coincidence, she told herself. Nothing more.

But as she turned back to her room, her eyes caught something on her desk that made her freeze.

It was her perfume bottle, placed neatly in the center of the desk.

She hadn’t used it in weeks.

Her pulse quickened as she stared at it, her mind racing. Had she moved it? Was this another coincidence?

She grabbed her phone, desperate for a distraction. There was a new message from Harry.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

Her heart fluttered, the unease fading as quickly as it had come.

“Yes,” she typed back. “I dreamed of you.”

The response came instantly.

“Good. Soon, we won’t need dreams.”

YN smiled, her fingers brushing over the screen.

She didn’t notice the faint indentation on the edge of her bed, the subtle sign that someone had been sitting there. Watching. Waiting.

The game was only the beginning.

[namchyoon]

jinyoung and jackson’s acting workshop ♡

[minyoongihoseok]

yoongi on knowing bros

[iammarriedtothemusic]

A Compilation of The Death Threats/Hate Sabrina Carpenter Received Over One Fucking Line

Because I’m mad at the entire internet for dismissing this and going as far as calling it fake when it is real and nasty. I can also post whatever I want because guess what? This is my account 🖤

TW: death threats, slutshaming, the slow rupture of your braincells because these are all so dumb, transphobia

NOTE: I’m not blurring out anyone’s names because these people are sick, and I’m also too lazy to do that and couldn’t care less (also, you posted something on a public domain, you unnecessarily gave your unprompted “opinion” over a topic you don’t like, over a space that isn’t really for you, if you’re one of these people- owe up to it). Some of these pictures were from other users (CTTO) and some were mine. Obviously, this isn’t anything because scrolling through her posts for just a few seconds already makes me sick, but this is to give context about the death threats and the fact that yes, this really did happen- stop saying it didn’t, you guys owe Sabrina Carpenter one big fucking apology. 

Also, I do know that there are mature Livies in the fandom, I’ve talked to stans (are friends with some) who agrees that yes, this is madness and yes, Sabrina doesn’t deserve all of this. This is a call-out to the vocal majority of the fandom who had done nothing but send hate at an innocent girl for months (even on her birthday) while said innocent girl was struggling with her own mental health and personal issues (intro hints her dad cheating on her mom). 

NO CONTEXT (because it doesn’t need one) 

CONTEXT: Sabrina posted one of her photos for Skin release, the caption was “i hope i don’t fall”

CONTEXT: more replies / attacks to Sabrina Carpenter

CONTEXT: This was sent to a Sabrina Carpenter stan. Some are claiming that this user is sending similar messages to other carpenters.

CONTEXT: This was from when intro was released and getting the hype it deserves. Some of these includes replies from carpenters.

CONTEXT: Cameron Kasky is one of Olivia’s friends (?), or at least that’s how some of my more active friends introduced him as. He has been tweeting unnecessarily about Sabrina like crazy and it’s annoying how he isn’t getting more consequences for it.

(JUST A COMMENT: the list of rhymes for blonde was literally stupid because isn’t it blonde because it IS the only rhyme? Because it was originally brunette but blonde sounded better so O was advised to change it to that or something)

BOTTOMLINE- I’m not saying Olivia should apologize over this, please don’t put words on my mouth. Olivia is not entirely responsible for the immaturity of majority of her fanbase. That said, Olivia should’ve said something about it way earlier than 8 fucking months after the drama [in a magazine interview where she didn’t directly address the hate at all] where both Sabrina and Josh got hate and connected to her no matter what they do every single time. Josh got nuke and death threats, invalidated for his sexuality when he came out (I will be making a similar compilation about the hate Josh got because it’s also nasty), while Sabrina got slutshamed, death threats, and invalidated for her struggling over her mental health. 

And yes, even if Olivia said something about this way earlier, I’m aware that some people would still send hate to Sab and Josh. The point is you could’ve at least done damage control and eased out the hate because at least then majority of your fanbase will know that you do not tolerate them sending death threats to innocent parties in your expense. Especially when both Sabrina and Josh already did damage control to their own fanbase and said multiple times to not send hate on anyone’s way. This did not stop the hate entirely, I know Olivia probably still gets hate from immature people from both fandoms, but at least the hate is much more manageable and tamed compared to the legit death threats and other hate the two got. (tl;dr: my point is we [carpenters] don’t want her to apologize, we don’t need her apology. what we needed her to do was clear the air so the vocal majority of her fanbase would get a sense that no, she doesn’t tolerate this and it’s all good. her silence is what further fueled the drama, and that’s the ugly truth.)

If you are curious more about the death threats, you can look into Sabrina’s tweets and I guarantee you- there will always be at least three Livies in that reply sending her hate (slutshaming/death threat). Her skin posts especially has an overwhelming amount of hate replies and QTs.

This is your evidence, this is the tip of the iceberg (not even the fucking tip because I guarantee you, when I said the internet, I literally meant everyone straight up went all witchhunt on her), Sabrina Carpenter deserves better.

(Also, this is just public replies and comments, imagine what she gets on her DMs.)

tl;dr: The internet owes Sabrina Carpenter an apology. Everyone literally dragged this girl for standing up for herself for what? For a fucking line?? For a song?!? I’m sorry (not), but yes, Sabrina Carpenter did not deserve this. She deserved way fucking better.

[neojeno]

hi angel!!! 19, 32, 47 :) sorry if you already answered some of these haha

19. What is your giffing process like? I download videos with 4k Video Downloader (otherwise I screencapture for vlives when i’m too lazy to download hour long vlives lol,, im on mac so i just do command+shift+5).. then i use Vapoursynth to resize, import my frames into photoshop, clean up frames and fix frame delay, convert to video timeline and convert to smart object, duplicate layer to mask blur any text/objects if needed, smart sharpen, color correct (i usually do levels, color balance, then color lookup), and then if i’m not lazy i’ll include my watermark and export,,, then i upload and write the worst captions lolll

32. What is your favorite tool, adjustment layer in Photoshop? color balance or the lasso tools

47. Any advice for novice gif makers/people who want to start making gifs? look up tutorials!!!! they’re so so helpful. Also if you wanna start making gifs clearer learning how to use vapoursynth was the thing that took my gifs to next level (they could still be better, but vapoursynth made me so much more proud of how my gifs turned out!) Also play with legit everything on photoshop, it takes time and practice but you’ll get the hang of it. everyone is still learning at their own pace, so don’t ever feel bad about your sets if they don’t turn out the way you want them to! oh also the limit is 8mb now.........so take advantage of that.............. i just learned that today because ig i live under a rock :|

send me a question number about gif-making!

[loudsuitlover]

College Harry

“Hey, Fair Lady.” Styles smiled smugly as he walked inside the Starbucks where you worked to get his every day order. 

You had grown used to his frat boy’s self-centered flirty behaviour by then and it didn’t really bother you anymore. As a matter of fact, you would be lying if you said you didn’t wait for him when you were on your morning shift. He had started calling you Fair Lady ever since you sat next to him on the only class you had together because he remembered that you had played Eliza Doolitle in the annual play of your Uni the year prior, when you were a fresman. You wondered if he treated Maggie- the girl who worked on the bar when you weren’t working- the same way he treated you. He probably did, you decided, for you knew he did flirt with any female on his way. He had quite the reputation. 

You didn’t come back with a witty reply as you usually did that day though. No, because you were stressed to death. You did not know what you were going to do for the life of you and the thing was your so very competitive cousin Kylie was coming to campus to visit you for the weekend.  

“Y/N?” Harry asked with a teasing smile widening his lips. “Where did you go?” 

He was chuckling at you. You sighed frowning, thoughts about Kylie still running through your mind as you had a look at him. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with short black sleeves and his signature black tight jeans. He looked good. You on the other hand, had your hair worn up in a messy ponytail and looked stressed under the green Starbucks apron. Only he thought you looked cute. 

“Sorry, I was out of it.” You told him. “Do you need anything else, Harry?” You smiled, handing him his coffee and a free biscuit that you only gave to special clients- those being the ones you liked. 

He shook his head. 

“No, thank you. I was just asking if you were coming to our party on thursday night.” He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“No.” You said. 

“Hey! And why not? You can’t have anything better to do! It’s on a thrusday.” 

“Your assumption that I wouldn’t have plans is nearly offensive but I’ll just say that anything- even Netflix and chill- is better than going to some lame frat house party.” You smiled and he laughed at your backlash. He loved it. 

“You know when people say netflix and chill they don’t actually mean watching movies right?” He teased, getting closer to you so he could whisper that. 

You shook your head and bit back a smile as he walked away, leaving a generous tip for you. 

Jess had taken over your dorm to be able to do her makeup without having to deal with Annoying Alice, her roommate whom she hated. You were lying on your bed looking at her as you tried to decide on a movie. Thrusday night had arrived sooner than you expected and Kylie was to come the next day. By then you had decided on telling her that your boyfriend, the one that you had told her about when she was making you sick at Christmas bragging about her gorgeous man, had gone to visit his family in Nevada. There were many things that could describe that boyfriend of yours, such us fictitious, but hey sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. 

“Are you seriously not coming?” Jess asked as you laid back on your mattress.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You chuckled.

“Come on, Y/N! I mean hello? Harry Styles is flirting with you, girl! Get your lazy ass out of the bed and go to this fucking party.”

“Because my life revolves around Harry Styles.” You said sarcastically. 

He had sent you a snapchat then, a selfie with the caption you better come that made you laugh. You sent him a picture of your laptop with netflix opened. He sent you a selfie very funny. 

“I am just saying” She shrugs “You are smiling like it actually excites you.” 

“He’s just playing.” You rolled your eyes. “And so am I.” 

“I can’t believe you’re going to let me go alone to this party.” She dramatically complained as you pushed her out of your room. “You know what going alone means? It’s like a direct social suicide, don’t you mind?” 

“Have fun.” With that you closed the door on her face bitting down a smile. 

Harry was resting the lower part of his back against the counter and having a beer as people kept arriving. He couldn’t stop glancing at the door, hoping you were just teasing him and would actually appear. He would never admit it- and in fact he hated even thinking about it- but you had something on him. 

He had met you last semester in a class you both passed so now you didn’t share any more lectures so that’s why he started going to Starbucks every monday, tuesday and wednesday morning so he could hang out for you if it were only for those fifteen minutes. He liked that you flirted back to him but had him on his toes, never quite giving him all the attention he wanted. It was as if you didn’t care and you might as well not care for all he knew but despite that- no matter how much he was thinking about you lately- you were friends. You were probably the first girl he’s had a friendship despite the physical attraction for the thing wasn’t that he didn’t have girl friends. He did, in fact Louise was his best friend, but he felt in no way attracted to her whatsoever despite her being a beautiful girl whereas with you... All he had to do was think of you with your wet hair after a shower to have him going. 

He started looking for you the moment your friend Jess walked in the house but he frowned when he realized she came there alone. He snatched a quick picture of her looking for someone and snapchatted you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? he wrote. Go talk to her you texted back over a pic of your popcorn. That looks cosy he sent you a picture of his kitchen. Jess is pretty anyway, a selfie of you crossing your eyes. Mmm Irresisitble. 

He wouldn’t admit it but he was disappointed. For some reason, the idea of seeing you outside of Uni, wearing something other than the green Starbucks apron had him excited. He imagined you would wear your hair down, maybe some makeup, a dress; but he would also liked you if you were wearing jeans and a sweater as you usually went to your lectures. He just wanted you there really. 

You were halfway through The Perks of Being a Wallflower when Harry dared to do it. He had been thinking about texting you with no jokes involved for a while now. He could blame the alcohol then he thought for if he texted you something out of line and he wasn’t clearly teasing, you could take it the wrong way and he could ruin whatever it was that you two had but he could blame the alcohol then. 

Miss you x 

Your mouth was stuffed with popcorn as you read his Snap. It was a picture of his thigh and surprisingly enough there was no girl sitting on it. You had seen it a lot, when you were a freshman and he had a different girl on his leg at every party you attended to. Of course he hadn’t even noticed you back then- why would he? But everyone knew who Harry Styles was so so did you. 

You swallowed. What did you answer to that? Was he just messing around? He was probably just joking. He was Harry Styles for crying out loud. You received a call from Jess as you held the phone in your hands still thinking what to say back to him. 

“Hello, Y/N?” Some guy you didn’t recognize asked.

“Yeah? Who’s this? Where’s Jess? Is she okay?” 

“Hi, my name is Niall.” He said. “Jess is okay, don’t worry, she’s just had too much to drink and I thought it would be best if I called a friend of hers? I really think she should go home.” He said. 

“Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, I’ll go pick her up.” You stood up from your bed, putting on your jeans as you held the phone with your shoulder. “Where are you?” 

“We’re at the frat house.” She said. “I saw some guy took her into a room but she wasn’t even walking straight so... I just got her out of there.” 

“Fuck.” You cursed as you put on your vans. “Thank you, mate.” You told him. “She’ll appreciate that. So where is she now? Can I talk to her?” 

“Yeah, sure.” The guy had a thick Irish accent what made you think you had never talked to him before, you’d remember. “Jess, this is your friend Y/N. She wants to talk to you, okay? I’ll hold your hair.” 

Fuck it Jess must be really pissed. You heard as she puked, then the sound of her legs against the floor and then she sighed on the phone. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, surely to Niall and not to you. 

“Are you okay?” You asked as you left the room, your key and wallet in your hand. “Jess, are you safe? Do you know this guy?” 

You can never be too careful. 

“Hi, Y/N.” She blurred. “Don’t worry. Niall is gooooooood.” Hiccup. “He saved me which makes him a hero.” She said. Fuck she was hammered.

“Okay, listen to me, Jess.” You said sternly. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. In the mean time, you go to the living room or the kitchen or any place with lots of people around, yeah?” 

“But I’m throwing up.” 

“That’s okay.”  You reassured her. “But I don’t want you to be alone with a guy you don’t know in this state okay? No matter how nice he seems.” 

“Oh, that’s fine.” She reassured you. “Harry missed you by the way.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Can I talk to Niall now sweetie?” 

“Sure.” She said. 

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You lied, just in case. “Thanks for calling. We owe you big time.”

“No problem.” He said. “I’ll stay with her.” 

“Thank you.” 

The minute you hang up- and while you ran as fast as you could towards the frat house because of course your car wasn’t working at the moment- you called Harry for the first time in all the time you had known him. 

“Hey.” If you hadn’t been so nervous you would have heard the smirk on his voice. 

“Hey Harry.” You breathed. “I need you to do me a favour, please.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Calm down, Y/N. What’s wrong? Were are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. It’s not about me.” You told him. “It’s about Jess. Somebody called saying she’s had too much to drink but Jess doesn’t drink, Harry. She has diabetes.” You cried. “So I think someone must have drugged her and-”

“Where is she? Do you know where she is? Who called you?”

“A guy.” You said. “His name was Niall.” 

“Thank God.” He sighed. “She’s okay, Y/N. I know him. He’s a friend.” 

“Really?” You stopped your running for you felt your lung was going to jump out of your throat. “He won’t hurt her?” 

“No, no, I’m a hundred percent sure. Don’t worry, okay?” He soothed you and you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. “Now where are you?” 

“I’m on my way to the house. I’m picking her up.” 

“You’re running to the house?” He asked. “You live like 25 minutes away.” 

“I know.” You breathed. “But my car is broken and I didn’t have time to get an Uber or anything.” 

“How far are you? Do you want me to pick you up?” 

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

“Shit.” He cursed. “I can ask Louise. She doesn’t drink.” 

“No.” You told him. “That’s fine, I’m 10 minutes away anyway. Can you please find Jess and stay with her until I arrive? I know Niall is a friend but... I would feel better if I know she’s with you.” 

“Sure. I’ll go find her and call you when I do, yeah? Call me if there’s anything you need though.” 

“Thank you, Harry.” 

“No problem.” 

He called Niall the second you hang up and he told him they were still in the bathroom upstairs. He ran up the stairs and almost flinched when she saw the state Jess was in. She was sitting down on the floor, her skin was pale and covered in sweat and she was trembling. Niall was standing next to her, keeping a close eye on her. 

“Shit, mate.” Niall said. “As soon as her friend comes pick her up I’m going to beat the shit out of whoever did this to her.” 

“Did you see him?” Harry asked. 

“Yeah. I basically pulled her away from the prick.”

Jess threw up again and Harry creased his nose, the stink of alcohol was disgusting. You had said Jess didn’t drink because she has diabetes but her puking over the toilet said otherwise. 

“Fucking hell, Jess.” Harry kneeled down next to her and held her hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Did you have anything to drink, sweetheart?” 

“Hell yeah, Haz! What sort of question is that? Can’t you fucking see her?” 

“She doesn’t normally drink, Niall.” Harry explain patiently. “She has diabetes.” 

“I don’t know.” Jess cried. “I never drink, I swear but I don’t know what happened. I was feeling okay and then... I don’t know.” She cried. 

“Okay.” Harry rubbed her back. “Let’s say you have drunk. What do you need to do when that happens?” 

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it so I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know why you’re not supposed to drink, love?” 

She turned her head towards the toilet and puked again. Harry should probably call you and ask you what to do but he didn’t want to worry you anymore than you already were. He knew you had been worried for a few days, he had told, so he didn’t know if you would just full on cry on his phone if he were to tell you. 

“Find Louise.” He told Niall. 

You were now walking faster but you couldn’t run anymore. You were barely four minutes away and Harry wasn’t answering your texts. You felt awful and now Harry’s teasing text from before seemed to haunt you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? And he was right,  what sort of person does that? You had betrayed it- that secret silent agreed code between girls- of never leaving one of us alone, always going together to the bathroom. There was a reason for that and it was this and it had hit you in the face and now Jess was suffering having the worst best friend in the world. 

Louise made it to the bathroom with a worried expression on her face. She was on her last year of nursing school so she managed to bring some calm to that bathroom once she collected her thoughts. 

“What happened?” She asked Harry as she took Jess’ temperature and pulse. 

“She has diabetes and she probably got drugged and then drank or different order. She doesn’t remember but I mean smell this- she drank.” He nodded. 

“Okay. We need food.” She told Niall. “And water. The food, the more sugar the better, so chocolate or sweets, even candy. If there’s none, fruits or bread.” She said to Niall and he nodded making his way to the kitchen and asking people for help. “Hello, sweetie.” Louise rubbed her back. “Do you have anything to measure your blood glucose with you?” She smiled at her and she nodded, reaching for her bag. 

Louise took the monitor and pricked her finger while Harry just sat there dumbfounded. She sighed after a few seconds. 

“Thank God.” She breathed out. “She can eat and she’ll be fine.” 

“I got Coke, chocolate and Y/N.” Niall said as he opened the door. 

You started crying again the moment you saw her sitting on the ground, the stink of alcohol didn’t even bother you as you sat on your knees next to her, you didn’t even look at Harry not because you weren’t grateful but because you were too worried about Jess and because you were terribly embarrassed. He was right. 

“She’ll be okay.” Louise smiled at you. “She just had hypoglycemia because of the alcohol but it was nothing too crazy so she shall eat and she’ll be fine, just like any of us really.” 

“Thank you.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “Thank you all, really.” You looked around you and Harry smiled dismissing your gratitude. 

“I think you should take her to the hospital though.” Louise said. “So they can have blood samples and find out which drug they used on her in case she wants to sue the asshole who did this. Usually this kind of drugs disappear very fast from the blood so I’d take as soon as she’s feeling better.” 

“Sure.” You said. “Thank you again really.” 

“No worries.” She smiled, placing her hand on your arm. “And Harry can give you my number in case she does decide to sue him and needs a witness. I’ll be there.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me.” She shook her head. “It could have been me or... Anyone.” 

Four hours later Jess was sitting on the litter pressing a piece of cotton to her arm where the doctor had pricked her. She had filled the report and you were currently waiting for the police to arrive so you could make it official. Jess was so much better and you had noticed Niall had had a lot to do with that. 

You were sitting on one the chairs on the waiting area on your own for Harry had gone to get you both a good cup of coffee. He had driven you to the hospital for by the time you had left he was sober enough but you hadn’t exchanged much words. You were still feeling awful and you didn’t want him to see you. Somehow you blamed yourself a little for what had happened, after all Jess had insisted a lot about you going to the party and sure she was an adult and blablabla but she was also your best friend and you were supposed to take care of her. 

Harry walked to the waiting room with two plastic cups of coffee on his hands. He didn’t know how to approach you or how to talk to you because now that he came to think about it, he was always teasing you and you would always reply with a witty comeback, it was always a laidback enviroment and he didn’t know how to act when it was actually serious but he knew he wanted to be there and the thought of not being him the one silently sitting next to you or bringing you a cup of coffee, the jealousy that came with thought of it being someone else gave him the reassurance he needed to stay. 

“Thanks.” You said, holding the cup between your hands. 

Kylie had just sent you a text, that she wouldn’t make it on friday, that she would probably arrive Saturday for brunch. Nice. Kylie was the last of your worries then anyway. 

“You’re very quiet.” You mentioned and Harry raised his eyebrows surprised that you’d talk to him. 

“Frankly I just don’t know what to say.” He shrugged and you chuckled making him smile because he had made you smile if unintentionally.

“Who would have thought huh? Harry Styles having nothing to say.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He hit your arm playfully. “You’re also very quiet Miss I-became-a-barista-because-I-wouldn’t-shut-up.” 

“That’s a long name for a miss.” You smiled and he chuckled. 

“Yeah, I should have just probably said Miss Chatty.” 

You smiled and snorted through your nose having a sip of your coffee and he nudged your knee with his gently when he sensed you were about to submit again in your penitential silence. He had known something was troubling you since monday morning when he had visited you on the coffee shop. 

“What’s up?” He asked gently. 

His green eyes stared into yours, gentle, trustworthy. You had never talked to him about real things and when you came to think about it, you didn’t really have many people to talk to about real things other than Jess in Uni. For some reason, even though your conversations had always been on a joking note, you felt like you could trust him.

“I’m just embarrassed.” You recognized. 

“What for?” He frowned. 

“I feel like I’m a terrible friend, like I just failed Jess and... I just don’t want you to see that.” 

“What?” He turned his body so he was facing you inasmuch as the chairs allowed. “That is not true.” He placed his hand over your arm. “You’re a good friend. She kept saying that. Over and over again and I believe her, yeah?” 

“What sort of friend leaves their friend alone?” You reminded him before looking ahead. 

He sighed and placed two fingers on your chin, pulling your head so you were looking into his eyes. 

“That was a joke.” He said. “This was not your fault. In any way.” 

You nodded your head and readjusted your position on the chair so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Again, you had never done such a thing. The physical contact between the two of you was reduced to playful swatting, nudging or legs touching as you sat in class but that was all yet for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong to rest your head on his shoulder then and it didn’t feel wrong either when he turned his head and left a kiss on the top of yours. 

“I’m sure you had your reasons for not coming.” He whispered. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, something’s off.” He shrugged, forgetting about your head there so it moved up and down with his shoulder. “I can tell.” 

You sat down straight, looking ahead at the way Jess was smiling to Niall, him being the one pressing the cotton against her arm now. You liked Niall and apparently so did she. 

“It’s nothing.” You told him, because in that moment it really was nothing, compared to everything else. 

“Well, you can talk to me.” He offered. “Even if it is about nothing.” 

You faced him just so you could give him a big smile. You certainly didn’t know this side of Harry and you quite liked it. It seemed like the cocky frat boy had a sweet, caring side as well and the fact that he had such nice friends said a lot about it too. 

“This coffee is terrible.” You shook your head with a laugh. 

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t really like coffee.” 

You looked at him with a confused scowl and he smiled. He ordered a capuccino every morning before going to class. 

“I didn’t use to go to Starbucks until you started working there anyway.” He shrugged. 

Part 2 <3 

[galactichen]

polaroid || sehun

looking back through the pictures, I realize you aren't in a single one.

3382 words; college!au; sehun/reader scenario; angst, romance

“You almost ready?” Your brother yells from the front foyer of your family home. You stand in the doorway of your mostly empty bedroom, hand poised over the doorknob. Memories flash through your brain, glimpses of your childhood flickering just past your eyes as you grew into the sophisticated adult you are now today.

The mahogany shelf pressed against one side of your bedroom, once filled with numerous stuffed animals before being replaced with novels and more mature items, was bare for once; excluding the times you used to take everything off your shelf just to clean it (you just lazily went through with a feather duster nowadays). The closed windows by the shelf are bare of any curtains or blinds and your bedframe lay untouched on the floor. It was to be transported later, your father said, as well as your desk which was adjacent to your bedframe.

“At least say something,” you hear your brother grumble unhappily as he trudges through the corridors to reach where you're standing. “Last minute stuff?”

“Just double checking,” you respond, voice soft.

“We’ll leave when you're ready. No pressure.”

He claps a hand on your shoulder and turns to leave.

“Minseok?”

He stops at the sound of your voice and gives you a lazy glance over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“...Thanks.”

“Anytime. Now hurry up, Mom and Dad are waiting outside,” he finishes his sentence just as he disappears around the corner, and you laugh softly. So much for no pressure.

You turn back to your bare room, which now seemed colder in temperature, scanning the parameters for any loose items you might have forgotten to grab while you were rushing to get everything packed just that morning.

That's when you spot something poking out from underneath the bedframe.

Curiously, you step forward and bend down, one arm outstretched for what seems to be the spine of an old book. How could I have forgotten something like that? You wonder to yourself. Moreover, what was it doing underneath your bed? You don't exactly recall ever stuffing some sort of book underneath your bed, much less anything.

Your fingers graze against the surface and you’re immediately appalled by the dusty leather cover. You pull it from underneath the frame and gasp.

The cover is in relatively decent condition, probably after what looks to be years (from the amount of dust) of hanging out underneath your bed. The book itself is black, and after wiping away the dust with a tissue you found in your pocket, your eyes skim over the title embroidered in gold.

From Me to You.

“From me to you?” You breathe out. You don't ever recall owning a book like that.

“Alright, seriously?” You almost yelp at the sound of Minseok’s voice cutting through the silence. He stands by the door, an irritated look marring his baby-like features. “We’ve been waiting for ever and you're here looking at some lost book. Brilliant. And you even opened the window. Come on, close it and let's get going.”

Opened the window?

“I didn't open the window.” But when you glance at the middle window, sure enough, it's open. A breeze sifts through the screen.

No wonder it was colder in here.

“Could've fooled me,” Minseok mutters sarcastically, and you have to resist the urge to punch him from across the room. “Then who opened it? A ghost?”

You give him a blank look in which he returns just as enthusiastically.

“Fine, I'm coming!” You hastily shove the book underneath your sweater and hustle over to your brother. “Happy?”

“Very much so. Now let's go.”

You weren't able to open up the odd book until a few days later when you finally settled into your new apartment in the heart of the city. Everything you've ever owned was now in the apartment with you, including your bedframe and desk. Minseok lingered for a little while longer than your parents, before finally departing with a last, “I'm just a couple blocks over if you need me.”

You sit hunched over at your desk, your lamp switched on with the odd book in front of you. You've been sitting for approximately twenty minutes, trying to remember any sort of detail in regards to the book.

But you come up with nothing.

“Here goes nothing,” you finally say.

And you open it.

That's when you realize, this isn't any book. There's no text at all, save for the messy scribbles off to the side, pointing to different pictures pasted on the pages like captions.

It's in fact, a scrapbook.

And the pictures are of you.

The confusing part?

You know where they're from.

In the photos, you're somewhere in your teens, at least about 16, perhaps 17 or 18 in the later ones.

In the first one, the person taking the picture is across from you. You're hiding your face behind your hands, seemingly embarrassed.

“...stop that! That's embarrassing!” You remember yourself exclaiming. A male voice chuckles and it's a melody to your ears. Your heart flutters.

“No way, I'm keeping this.”

“No fair…! You can take pictures of me but I can't to you?”

The name is blurred. You can remember the time, but you can't seem to remember a name. Or a face.

All you remember is a voice.

Has it really been that long ago?

The next picture, in which you've recognized as a polaroid as were the others, was taken at the park down the block of your family home. Your back is to the camera, your arms lazily outstretched as if you were feeling the autumn breeze between your fingers. Leaves fall all around you.

“Beautiful day,” he says. He walks hand in hand with you. You remember his hands. They were large and his fingers were slim, but not too slim. They were smooth, but rough. “Don't you agree?”

“Everyday is a beautiful day,” you hum. The leaves crunch beneath your shoes with each step. “Autumn just happens to be even more so.”

The laugh you hear next fades away.

The third picture on the next page is dark, yet is illuminated by various lanterns and booths. The annual autumn festival. You see yourself seated on a bench, a few snacks in your hands as you happily grin towards the camera. This time, there's a caption off to the side.

A beautiful evening made stunning with a smile from your neighbourhood sunshine~

“Want one?”

“Nah, I'm okay.”

You shrug, and recall shoving the rest of the snacks in your mouth. “Your loss.”

You start flipping through the pages. All the pictures are of you. There's no one else but you.

Where is he?

He, who you can't seem to place a face. He, who you can't seem to remember a name, but a voice.

Tears fill your eyes as you close the scrapbook with a harsh slam. Although you can't remember him (and you aren't sure whether you want to or not), he must be disappointed in you by now.

You toss the book over your shoulder.

I'm sorry I can't remember you.

Days pass and you can't seem to think.

Your mind always drifted back to the scrapbook; to the supposed author you remember but don't remember.

You've already expressed your feelings to your best friend Luhan, but he only smiled bitterly in reply.

“It's best if you don't remember,” he said, before burying his nose back into his work.

A week later, and the book still lies untouched on your desk as you bustle around, purposely occupying yourself with other things to do and other things to think about. You swept the apartment; you dusted your shelves; you even did a little baking with the help of a not-so-helpful Luhan. Anything to help you not think about that...scrapbook. Photobook. Whatever.

That was until Luhan found the book and gave into his nosy ways.

“What’s this?” Luhan dramatically blew air over the cover of the book as if it were an antique and read aloud the title. “From me to you. Oh, fancy. Who’s this from?”

You shift awkwardly from your spot on your bed. “I...can’t remember.”

Luhan only shrugs nonchalantly before opening it up to a random page. You watch cautiously as his eyes scan the page before the book tumbles out of his hands.

You don’t find it in you to ask him about his sudden clumsiness as he fumbles for the book and hastily tosses it onto the surface of your desk. His eyes seem to glaze over and the words tumbling out of his lips are soft and incoherent.

“Impossible,” you manage to catch, “he would have shown this to me. Where…?”

Then he was out without a goodbye.

That night, you lay curled up by the headboard of your bed with the book in your arms, the lamp by your bedside switched on.

“Date night at McDonald’s…” You snort, flipping through the slightly worn pages. The author of this must have been a lover of some sort; probably a past boyfriend. “He must have had an odd sense of humor,” you say to nobody in particular.

There were many polaroids of you making funny faces, and some where you appeared to have been caught off guard. A few featured a hand that was obviously not yours and a couple featured you and, surprisingly, Luhan.

The love of my life and the best friend I could never live without, in one picture.

Luhan…

He obviously remembers him, judging from his reaction earlier. So why couldn’t you?

Why couldn’t you remember your own boyfriend?

And where was this supposed boyfriend of yours?

Er, ex-boyfriend, rather.

Frustrated, you toss the book to the foot of your bed. Your hear the flipping of pages until it slides to a stop. After taking in a few deep breaths, you finally spare a glance at the book that lay open to a page in the second half.

That’s when you spot the picture that was different from all the rest.

Frantically, you swipe the book from its resting spot at the foot of your bed and shuffle back to your original position, nearly dropping the said book twice before squishing your feet three times as you folded your legs into a much more comfortable sitting position.

Oh…?

The caption is written messier than the rest that you’ve seen, and has an arrow pointing to the polaroid on the left.

For once, you aren’t the subject of the picture. It’s somebody else.

His face is barely visible, but you can just make out the edge of a sharp jaw and a perfect side profile. Well, what you could actually see of the side profile. His skin is fair and it looks as if he’s smiling, though it’s hard to tell. His hair is dark and messily swept back in a handsome, troublesome way. His right arm is outstretched behind him as if to say, don’t take the picture!

And he wears what looks to be a jersey that says OH SEHUN.

Sehun…?

That must have been him.

An image flashes in your mind. One of a heart-stopping eye smile, belonging to a handsome boy.

Frustrated, you groan and toss the book onto the floor.

This time, you don’t even look at it as you shuffle underneath the covers.

“Did you know an Oh Sehun?”

Luhan barely even looks up from his book, but you notice how his shoulders tense. “No.”

“Really?” you ask. “Wasn’t he your best friend?”

“I told you, I don’t know an Oh Sehun.”

You mentally note to ask later, once you actually start getting information out of the poor guy, why exactly he’s lying. Did something happen between them, perhaps?

“Wasn’t he my boyfriend?”

His knuckles are white now as his grip on his book tightens even more.

“Why can’t-”

“Will you stop it?”

You’re interrupted by Luhan’s voice which is sharp as a knife. His gaze is hard and cold as he stares you down, book forgotten on the table in front of him. The eyes of innocent bystanders of the library zone in on you and him. “A few years ago, you told me you didn’t want to remember him, and now you suddenly want to? Since when did you get to pick and choose whatever you wanted, huh?” he snaps. He grabs his book off the table and cradles it in his arms. “Well guess what? Sehun isn’t here anymore. He’s gone. Yes, he was my best friend. Yes, he was your boyfriend. But is any of that knowledge going to bring him back?”

And with a final huff, he shoves his chair in and storms away, leaving his question open for thoughts.

Your walk home from the library is silent without Luhan’s usual bubbly laughter and talk about random nonsense.

He’ll cool off, you try to tell yourself to rid of the guilt that burdens your shoulders after your kerfuffle with your best friend. It’s my fault anyway.

The cold autumn breeze sweeps through the streets as it blows orange and red leaves along across the roads, sending a shiver down your spine. Pedestrians hustle along, some carrying styrofoam coffee cups and others carrying backpacks or purses. Silently, you walk slowly along the edge of the sidewalk.

Sehun…

According to Luhan, he’s gone.

Except what did he mean by gone?

He could have moved, but wouldn’t you at least remember him? He could have randomly vanished, but how does one randomly vanish? Besides, Luhan seems to know what’s up.

You didn’t even want to think about the third possibility. You feel your heart clench.

He could have died.

The person in front of you steps forward and you follow as well, crossing the street before the lights changed once more. Once across the street, you head for the path that weaves through the park just a block away from where you lived.

“Wait up!”

Instinctively you turn around, which was probably a stupid idea because usually the person calling out is shouting at someone who isn’t you.

Apparently, not this time.

He’s tall and lean, and your heart stutters at the sight of his broad shoulders that fit his fall jacket quite nicely. His face is thin and his skin is fair, strands of dark brown hair falling into his eyes from the wind. His eyebrows are sharp like his gaze and his lips have a slight pout to them. A smile spreads across his face and his eyes curve up into crescents, allowing him to appear younger than he already appeared.

Your brain doesn’t recognize him, but apparently your heart does when you gasp, “Sehun?”

He comes to a stop just before you. “Hey.”

“H-Hi.”

You aren’t quite sure what to say, and neither is he. For one, you don’t actually remember this supposed boyfriend of yours; and two, it’s been a good few years since you’ve seen him. Or last heard of him.

“How...how have you been?” Sehun gestures for you to continue walking, and you do so without hesitation.

“I've been...alright.”

“...That's good.”

“How have you been?” you ask.

“Fine, I guess,” Sehun replies. He loops his arm around yours, and you can't help but notice the odd stares from passing pedestrians around the two of you. “How's Luhan?” He adds in a quieter voice.

You shrug. “He's doing alright. Still chatty as always.”

Sehun only nods, and the two of you fall into silence as you walk side by side down the streets towards your apartment.

“Sorry I left,” Sehun finally says after a few moments. “I just...I don't know. Couldn't hold on any longer. Figured it was time to leave.”

You have absolutely no clue what he means by that. Couldn't hold on any longer. Couldn't hold onto what? The relationship? Figured it was time to leave. Time to leave...you? But you decide not to say anything.

(Although you probably should have.)

“I see,” you reply.

You arrive to your apartment a lot sooner than you anticipate and suddenly you feel sad, but you don't know why.

“I guess it's time for me to leave,” Sehun mumbles. He looks up to the sky and whispers something far too quiet for you to pick up. Then, he turns back to you. “Can I just...do something real fast?”

“Y-Yeah?”

And he leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

Sehun’s kiss is brief yet sweet. It feels light against your lips, almost as if his lips aren't even there. But you respond nonetheless, feeling the same love you once felt for him erupt in your chest. Then there's something wet against your cheeks, and he pulls away.

“I know you probably don't feel the same way anymore...but I love you, butterfly,” Sehun whispers. His lips quirk in a bit of a half smile. “But maybe I'm the butterfly now.”

And he turns and walks away before you could call him back and ask what he meant by that.

But as always, you don't find the heart to say the words you want to say, so you turn back towards your apartment and head inside, the mysterious wetness still cold against your cheeks.

“How's life on your own?” Minseok asks one day. He's over at your apartment for the afternoon, just to chill and ask you about life because that's just his job as a brother. “Lonely? Missing Mom’s cooking?”

“Just a bit,” you answer in response to both questions. Minseok laughs as he continues stirring whatever he's making in the pot.

“Well I'll tell you this right now: you're faring a lot better than I did when I first moved out.”

He continues stirring before shutting off the stove and heads for the kitchen table where you're seated.

“So what did you really call me over for?” Minseok pulls out a chair and sits down. “What really made you want me to come over so soon?”

“What, you don't like spending time with me?” You feign hurt, and Minseok snorts, nodding his head.

“Of course I like spending time with you,” Minseok says. “Now tell me. What's on your mind?”

You look away from Minseok’s curious gaze. You figure it’s best to tell your older brother before Luhan, as Minseok probably knows just as much as Luhan. “I met Sehun today, Minseok.”

Minseok doesn't say anything for a moment, and you're suddenly afraid of how your older brother might react. Will he react like Luhan? I hope not, you think to yourself. Luhan’s outburst still has this weight as if you're carrying the entire world on your shoulders; the effect of your best friend being openly upset at you. You couldn't fathom how you'd feel if Minseok acted the same way.

Finally, Minseok says, “Sehun? As in Oh Sehun?”

“Well, I think so yeah.”

Minseok looks at you oddly. “That can't be.”

Now it's your turn to look at him funny. “What do you mean? I saw him with my own eyes yesterday when I was walking home from the library.”

“That really can't be.” Then all of a sudden Minseok is attentively scrolling through his phone, before he finally finds what he's looking for.

He puts his phone on the table between the two of you and turn it towards you so you can read what's on the screen.

FATAL CAR CRASH KILLS ONE, INJURES ANOTHER

On July 25, 2012, a fatal car accident took place on Yonge and Bloor involving a drunk driver and two young adolescents, leaving one teen dead and the other severely injured. The drunk driver was unharmed and left with several charges.

The drunk driver was reportedly speeding down the opposite lane when the car smashed into the car with the teens, leaving 18 year old Oh Sehun dead, and the other teen, whose name remains unrevealed, severely injured with a possible concussion. The drunk driver was left with charges such as impaired driving and impaired driving causing death.

You stop reading and look up at your brother, absolutely horrified. That concussion...is probably why you couldn't remember him.

Why you couldn't remember anything about the crash at all.

Why you were so, so confused at his funeral.

That’s why he left you that scrapbook.

“That article was from 5 years ago. Oh Sehun is dead.”

[bewareoftrees]

Babylon 5 Watch (Season 1, Episodes 7-9)

Remember last post when I said the super serious space Nazi episode was unexpected? Well now I’ve seen episode 7. Babylon 5 with the hard hitting social commentary!

I’m having fun going through this show so far, and I hope you are having just as much fun tagging along. But if you haven’t read my previous posts on the first 6 episodes of season 1, do it! Post 1 can be found here, and post 2 here. Get at it!

Episode 1.7 “The War Prayer”

I want to learn more about the bone structures that grow around the heads of the Minbari. If I’m remembering correctly, Delenn’s assistant’s um... outer skull? Temple helmet? Flattened antlers? What do I even call those things? Well, whatever they are called, I remember the assistant’s cranial bone structure looked different than Delenn’s, but her friend’s looks pretty similar here. So is this just a coincidence and/or lazy character design? Are they grown as intricately as they are, or are they carved?

Ugh... A butterfly knife. The worst kind of knife. (I may or may not have an irrational fear of butterflies...)

For a hate group, the symbol put into Mayan’s forehead seems rather inclusive. In terms of sex/gender anyway...

Side Note: Did this pro-Earth hate group do any research when creating this symbol? 

What is it with this show constantly bringing people in from a character’s past? We’ve had Dr. Franklin’s archeologist friend, Talia’s psychic instructor/lover (shudders at word), the commander’s ex, and now Ivanova’s ex. It’s ok to introduce strangers, guys.

Whoa. Look at that sweater. How could Ivanova NOT fall back in love with that?

Speaking of love, maybe mention the importance of love to you when arguing your case against being forced into an arranged marriage. How hard is it just to say, “I love this woman and WANT to marry her!,” as opposed to, “the person they’re making me marry is super ugly!”? With a personality like that I’m sure she isn’t that excited for this arranged marriage either, bud!

Great, now whenever I see Kosh all I will be able to think about is what he actually looks like under that suit.

I know this is a really important and serious scene, but look at all the hotdogs!

Man, you’d think this episode was written this year with all the ethnocentrism, racism, social inequality, etc. But no, it aired over two decades ago. Yay progress...

"Considering the situation, Garibaldi, I’d think you'd have something on your mind other than my look." - Well if he didn’t creep me out before, now he reminds me of Trump.

Londo: “My shoes are too tight. But it doesn't matter because I've forgotten how to dance.” Excuse me while I wipe away this single tear slowly trailing down my face...

OMG... [Folds into self, sinking deep into couch] The Commander pretending to hate aliens is making me soooooo uncomfortable. Look at all the looks he’s getting from people who thought they knew him! Nnnnooooooooo...

Goodness, Commander. Points for not shooting the alien woman, but maybe protect the woman who isn't trained for these situations!

Episode 1.8 “And the Sky Full of Stars”

I’m going to go ahead and assume Coldplay wasn’t inspired by this episode to write the song “A Sky Full of Stars.”

Oh look, two members of the Aryan race are looking shifty! How unexpected in this show full of racism and a Hitler-esque alien! (No, but seriously. There are a ton of blonde-haired, blue-eyed guys in this episode.)

Does anyone else ever just want to touch the Commander’s eyebrows? They look so soft! I bet they have their own twitter account.

Commander: “Everyone lies, Michael. The innocent lie because they don't want to be blamed for something they didn't do. And the guilty lie because they don't have any other choice.” Uh... Boy do I have news for you, Commander!

I love how Delenn asks Dr. Franklin if he played any part in the human/Minbari war and he answers even though he clearly looks uncomfortable talking about it, and when he asks her to also answer the question she’s all, “Nah, I’m good!” What was this woman up to!?

The Commander must have an irrational fear of being pantsed or something. Who the heck sleeps with a belt on!?

What is the point of kidnapping the Commander and putting him into a simulation without his knowledge, only to then tell him that he is in a simulation? I feel like it would be ten times more evil if the bad guy didn’t let him know what’s going on, so as far as he knows what he’s seeing is real. Then when the soldier who died while under his command shows up it would be much more of a traumatic moment.

“We have to accelerate the program. Break his grip on reality. Blur the lines.” OR JUST DON’T TELL HIM THIS IS A SIMULATION!!!

“He might start hallucinating.” NONE OF THIS IS REAL ALREADY!!!

This actor is a bit much, to the extent that his performance is getting super distracting. I want to punch him in his overacting mouth!

I’m sorry, but with how many times this line is given, I just had to.

The captain of the Prometheus thought it was a good idea to ram an alien ship too. And you know how that went? We got Alien: Covenant anyway.

Is it just me or is there a ridiculous number of triangles/pyramids in this episode?

Well I guess we’re just going to try and kill the commander in the middle of this busy area of the ship. So much for not wanting any witnesses.

I also know that this probably isn’t the right time for this, but...

What is the Gray Counsel and what kind of long game are they playing!?

Why did the Minbari surrender shortly after captioning the Commander?

What part did Delenn play in all of this?

Three point plan: 1) Torture human. 2) Erase human’s memory. 3) Release human back into wild. 4) Do nothing.

I call this the “cold play.” SPEAKING OF!!!

Earlier I joked about the Coldplay song “A sky full of stars” not being based on this episode, but read these lyrics:

I don't care, go on and tear me apart I don't care if you do, ooh 'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I saw you

YOU DECIDE! Oh, and here’s another super important triangle.

Episode 1.9 “Deathwalker”

The Hour of Scampering? So much for everyone being forced to do things the human way. Guess G’Kar was just a pushover for saying time in “earth-hours.”

Who swings a small wrench with 2 hands? Here, let me fix it.

“Listen, sister. If she dies you’ll rot in a cage til your spots turn grey.” - Wait, is this something that actually happens!?

I definitely thought they just said she was part of the Dill Guard.

Dill Guard. Wind Swords. The Hour of Longing. What is happening!?

I don’t know how anyone can think this whole immortality for everyone is a good idea. First of all, no disease or death is not as good as it sounds, cuz overpopulation. I guess there are planets everywhere and you can build more space stations, but still. Think this through, guys. Secondly, it’s definitely not going to be for everyone, cuz I’d imagine it would be pretty expensive, or some alien races might not want other races to have it, or something else. It’s just not going to work! Oh, and it needs something like the essence of a person you murdered or something to be created!? NOPE.

I will never stop wondering what Kosh looks like under that super uncomfortable looking suit.

Speaking of Kosh, he refuses to participate in this counsel meeting, as usual. What do you mean, “as usual”? Why is he even an ambassador here?

I’m judging all of these alien races and ambassadors so hard. Londo and Delenn’s assistant both won’t vote to have this war criminal tried for her crimes because she didn’t do anything to their races specifically (“we have no right to judge her.” Uh... yeah you do! Judge her hard!), and when G’Kar doesn’t get his way in having her trial on his home planet (AKA he doesn’t get the anti-death serum for his people), he votes no as well. WTF is wrong with all of you!?

Why doesn’t Delenn show up for this meeting? With all the shady stuff involving her brought up last episode I thought maybe she was somehow connected to this woman as well and didn’t want to risk crossing paths with her, but considering the Deathwalker doesn’t survive the episode this is highly unlikely. Was the actress just not available that day? Or am I forgetting/missing something?

This Sun Hawk looks like a poor man’s Firefly with it’s glowy backend.

Someone should legit just put a bullet in her head. (Seconds later her ship is blown up.) Well, that works too. Thanks, Kosh!

Darn it, Kosh! I got to be Team Kosh for 10 seconds before we discover that he is a giant jerkface. This whole subplot with him, Talia, and Abutt (eh heh... A butt) was just to get ammunition in case he ever needs to take Talia down? How did he know those phrases would provoke a certain response anyway? And what exactly can he do with those memories? I doubt he could use it to blackmail her considering it is likely well known that she was a part of the trial of the serial killer whose memories she was remembering, especially since she was so open with the Commander and Garibaldi about it. So the only thing I can think of is that he could use those memories for psychological warfare against Talia. Which is super not cool.

Seriously, guys. So much sketchy, secretive stuff going on. Gimme the answers, Babylon 5!

[demolitiongirl-blog1]

             OK, A UNITY DAYS 2017 BREAKDOWN BY CAST MEMBER. WARNING: A LOT OF CRYING & SCREAMING AHEAD.

bob m ,

FIRST OF ALL, an ultimate angel. a honey. a man. a sweetheart. a cuddly teddy bear who deserves everything and more. let me tell you about my experience with robert alfred morley.

let me start with the welcome panel and how he totally waved at me as he was coming off of stage. but i totally asked him what marvel/dc character he would want to play and he said the hulk, which i didn’t understand at first until i went to go talk to him during his autograph. so, i’m waiting in line. i’m shaking. my stomach is tossing. i get to the front, pick my picture and bob immediately reaches for my hand and is like ‘blair? you asked that marvel/dc question’. and i was like ‘yes, you totally copped out and said the hulk!’ and he paused for a minute and leaned forward and smiled at me and just ‘why do you think that’s a cop out?’ for which, my nervous ass actually didn’t have an answer. he totally called me out and he damn well knew it and he was like ‘well, i think the hulk has more inner demons-’ to which, i added ‘than outright tragedy effecting his decisions?’ and he smiled at me and was like ‘exactly!’

i also was able to give him his gift (a book written by the main character, sterling archer, from the show archer which is one of his favorite shows and mine too). he was so damn happy and he was flipping through it and was like ‘i love that it has drink recipes!!! thank you so much. this is so wicked’. i asked him about bellamy’s mw torture and how it was more of a - offhanded joke in season 3 and he said that season 3 was a bad time for bellamy’s development because his path leading from season 2 to season 3 made no sense. so yeah, season 3 was a mess in that sense. i honestly can’t remember if he directly answered whether we were going to get a Real reaction to bellamy’s mw torture. i think he kind of - glossed over it and his explanation was more like an apology like yeah i understand it was shitty but unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do.

he also admitted to me that they did actually shove a tube down his throat during that scene, as well as the chain around his neck. he said that he was meant to be in something called a ‘dancer’s belt’ but after deciding that, that was way too uncomfortable, he was put into a c*cksock. IN WHICH HE FELT THE NEED TO EXPLAIN IT TO ME EVEN THO I TOLD HIM I ALREADY KNEW LIKE [ bob morley voice ] it’s a wrap that goes over your p*nis, essentially. like thanks, my dude. i know but. thanks for that.

also because he ended up wearing one, all the extras had to wear one and they were apparently mad at him sdogijdsogs

THEN I HAD A PHOTO OP WITH HIM. in which he was like. fucking with sachin in the very beginning and ran back and nearly collided with my small self and he was like ‘hi i’m sorry what’s your name?’ and i was like ‘blair? you met me a little bit ago-’ AND DOESN’T THIS SOFT ASSHOLE JUST ‘BLAIR, OH MY GOD. I’M SORRY. I’M SO SORRY-’ while putting his hands around my waist and his head like. on my collarbone like. he was super duper close and i was just kind of rubbing his shoulder and i think his wrist because i was like ?????????? hands ????? what do ????? i don’t want to make him uncomfortable ?????? and when he leaned back, he put his arm around my shoulders i think to get ready for the picture but the line wasn’t very long, so we did get to talk a bit.

so, i sort of just ‘hey, so like. i didn’t get to say this earlier but meeting you was one of the biggest reasons i made it to 2017. 2016 was a really hard year for me, both mentally and emotionally and i don’t think i would be alive if i didn’t have seeing you to look forward to.’ and he kind of smiled at me for a second and just ‘blair, listen -’ and moved his hand to grip my shoulder and kind of. lean against me and he was like ‘2016 was shit. but you’re here, okay? you’re here and i’m here and i’m glad you made it. thank you for that. okay?’ and he hugged me Again and it was super sweet so. we took our photo (link here!) and he hugged me again super duper tight like. i was squished and i was like ‘oh my god can’t breathe’ and he was like ‘sorry!! i’m super excited. take it easy, okay?’

he was so cute at the panels too but i cannot remember any of what they said, honestly. it’s all so fuzzy.

lindsey m ,

again, another angel. like. if angels are real, lindsey is out here and she’s alive and thriving and fucking glowing. the most loving human bean i’ve ever had the pleasure to encounter. i was super scared to meet her and i thought i was going to be totally fine when i went to get my autograph ,, , BUT INSTEAD, MY BRATTY SELF LITERALLY BURST INTO TEARS. I LITERALLY TOLD HER WHAT I TOLD BOB AND I JUST. STARTED CRYING IN FRONT OF HER. and she took both my hands and listened and never took her eyes off of me while i was talking. this was all after i handed her, her shirt!! which she loved and she hugged me after i gave it to her and then i started to breakdown like an idiot.

so, i’m babbling. she’s listening and she’s like ‘blair. don’t ever be afraid to reach out. you need to reach out, okay? because you’re so important and worth so much more than you know. you’re needed here. you’re loved. /i/ need you here, okay? i do. so you’re not allowed to go ever, okay?’ so of course, i got so emotional all over again and she gave me the tightest hug when i left.

BUT THEN I GOT TO SEE HER AGAIN AT MY MEET AND GREET WHICH WAS AMAZING BECAUSE WE ALL SAT IN A CIRCLE AND CHATTED ABOUT THE STRENGTH OF WOMEN AND HOW IMPORTANT RAVEN WAS AND IT WAS JUST. LOVELY. she then went around in a circle and hugged all of us in which i got to tell her the buying her a shot tweet that she liked and she was all ‘yes!! i would love that’

AND THEN I GOT TO SEE HER AGAIN AT MY DIDDLY DAMN BRAVEN PHOTO OP (link here!) so of course, i was like ‘fuck i just saw her and i sobbed all over the place i bet she told bob oh my god i’m gonna look like a weenie’.

also, i’m pretty sure the actual order of this was meet and greet > autograph > braven photo op but i’m too lazy to edit and this entire weekend was like. a huge overexcited blur. ANYWAYS. so i get to the front of the line and lindsey sees me and immediately CUTS in front of bob and is like ‘BLAIR !!’ and grabs my hands and tugs me in and gives me a huge hug just. rubbing my back and bob put his arm around me and was like hey !!’

so i’m standing between them and i’m immediately like ‘holy fuck, i’m so short compared to y’all’ and lindsey sort of leaned over to look at me and was like ‘yeah, you’re pretty small’ and bob was like ‘whatever, linds. you’re in heels. take them off and let’s see how tall you are’ and she was like ‘hey shut up!!!’ and then we took the photo and lindsey hugged me again and it was beautiful.

BUT THAT’S NOT ALL. ON SUNDAY, I HAD A PHOTO OP WITH HER WHICH WAS. SO CUTE AND AMAZING AND. MY FAVORITE EXPERIENCE (link here!) i should also probably mention that i bought another autograph with her on this day and she told me she ! liked my sweater and i told her i got it for like. ten bucks and i showed her my necklace which she was ! super happy about. i also got to tell her about kyara and how i’m working on a project with kayla and how her and bob were cast as the appearances for the main characters so to speak and she was !!!!! so ecstatic, honestly. i told her i didn’t get a chance to tell bob about it and she was like ‘PLEASE I’LL TELL HIM AND YOU HAVE TO TWEET ME SOMETHING WHEN YOU’RE DONE’

but ! my photo op ! so honestly, listen. she was so damn stoked to see me. she took my damn cardigan and was like ‘BLAIR I MISSED YOU HOW ARE YOU WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO’ and i was like ‘can we do something soft and cute?’ and she was like ‘can i totally wrap myself in your sweater i love it so much’ so that’s how that picture came about !

jarod j ,

my first ever encounter with jared was literally me foolishly yelling ‘MY GUY’ for no reason at the damn elevators and he was literally like ‘what’s up, my girl! are you doing okay?’ and ran his hand down my back. lemme tell you. this dude is the gentlest dude ever, also the biggest flirt lfmsapojgsdods when i went to get his autograph, it was after bob’s because they were right next to each other so i walked up to him and immediately, he’s giving me this Smile and he’s like ‘blair, right?’ and we talked about comic books !! we talked about antiheroes, which we both love and how a lot of people cast him as miles morales, which he does see btw !! he loves it a lot. he then asked me what i wanted him to write and i was like ‘whatever you want, honestly. surprise me’ and he gave me this Look and was like ‘surprise you? it could be whatever. a signature, personalized, something more’ and i was like ‘are you offering me more?’ and he smirked at me and was like ‘whatever you want’

AND DOESN’T HIS EXTRA ASS LEAN FORWARD AND TUG ON MY VIP PASS I NEARLY LOST MY SHIT OH MY GOD

then on sunday, i was lucky enough to receive a meet and greet with him (thanks to a lovely angel who gave it to me) in which i sat next to him because everyone else was afraid to lmfao and when he came in, it was honestly so chill ??? we talked about miller’s lack of screentime and i thanked him for like. very smoothly doing his development from a young boy who came down to the ground and a young man who had to go to war and kill people with what little material he had. he actually thanked me for noticing and saying that and i felt so good that i made him happy iodsgjsodigs which sounds like i’m bragging which i guess i am. and during it, chelsey came into crash and she took a picture of all of us. which is APPARENTLY HOW I ENDED UP ON HER DANG SNAPCHAT WITH THAT CAPTION SO LIKE. AH ?? ? ? ?!?!?!!?!?

christopher l ,

did u mean the personification of tiny sunshine angel who deserves so much more always and forever? i would die for him, honestly. he’s so shy and quiet and he was nothing but kind to me in my autograph. he actually noticed my raven necklace ! and when i walked up, he took my picture from me and handed me a piece of paper and asked me to write my name, my age and my favorite beatle but halfway through doing that, he was like ‘actually, can you pick a new topic for me?’ and i was like ‘hm comics?’ and he was like ‘perfect, you like comics?’ so of course, we started talking about all the oldies and i told him about my deadpool and punisher collection !!

i also was given a photo op with him and jarod so, this nonsense happened because why the fuck not. the first time he tried it, me and chris just kinda let him fall dslgdkgjiodsjgs because we were like ??? tf you doing, dude oh my god and after it was taken, chris was like ‘oh my god blair ! come look at this, it’s sick’ so that was gosh dang adorable

sachin s ,

THE VERY FIRST OF T100 CAST THAT I MET ACTUALLY. he surprised us as the cancer gets lost charity table and from the start, he was a total angel. we were joking around and it was amazing. when the cocktail party rolled around, he was walking around with everyone so i waved him over and he actually !! came over and i was like ‘i wanted to get you a drink !’ and he was like ‘we have drink tickets, you don’t have to but let’s pretend you bought me this one !’ so doesn’t he hand me his damn scotch and we acted like i got it for him but my nervous ass was like ‘scotch is so nasty tho’ and he was like ‘are you dissing the drink you got me !!!’ and i was like ‘YES BC IT’S GROSS’ and he laughed

then on sunday, i actually had a photo op with him, in which the line was super short so we could take our time (link here!) and he was so cute when i walked up, again, he was like ‘BLAIR !’ and pulled me in and i was like ‘i have no idea what i want to do’ and he was like ‘y’know, let’s just do a cute prom pose. i haven’t done one of those yet’ so that’s how that came about ! and he was like ‘thanks, love’ when i walked away which honestly made me melt a lil i won’t even lie

katie s , 

THE SECOND HONEY I MET. literally the most chill young lady ever. she also has a new show coming out, which you should watch ! we talked about so many things that i can’t even remember honestly and she was sweet enough to take a photo with me on friday night. but honest to god, just amazing. absolutely awesome. i hope i get to see her again soon

jessica h ,

literally the wine mom that i actually deserve. she was nice enough to let me take a photo with her down at the bar like. look how adorable she is !! she also totally offered me a shot of fireball while i was getting my autograph with her, which was so fucking amazing. and when i told her that i wanted to buy her a shot that night, she was like ‘WHAT NO i’ll be buying you a shot. we’ll be buying you shots. not the other way around.’ literally the sweetest and funniest young woman ever. her and richard have to be the most hilarious siblings i’ve ever known

richard harmon ,

i unfortunately didn’t get to talk to him too much ! he does come off as a little intimidating at first but he’s honestly super funny and down to earth ? i loved getting to know him during my autograph and when i had the camp jaha photo op. which ! i got two because my friend got the same and during hers, he literally squeezed me so hard that i thought i was going to die but it was super amazing lfmopsdgodsg mine is here, which ! look at those adorable nerds.

eliza t ,

okay, so. i literally saw eliza for like. two whole seconds but it was the softest two seconds of my life. i didn’t get anything for her because she was a last minute addition but. i saw her walking by at the elevator and was kind of just like ELIZA ! and she was just like ‘hi ! how are you !’ and grabbed my shoulder as she was walking by. nothing exciting but it was still so incredibly adorable.

luisa d ,

A TINY WHO LITERALLY LET ME STAND THERE AND TALK TO HER FOR TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE SHE EVEN SIGNED MY AUTOGRAPH. we talked about where we were from and about emori’s disability and i thanked her for that scene in CoL when jaha tells emori she can change her disability and she was ??? what disability idk what you’re talking about i’m good. another super short encounter but she’s honestly the sweetest and definitely put a lot of depth into emori that the show didn’t give her.

chelsey r ,

a little nerd who’s so excitable and amazing. we talked about like. my friend who is a big fan of hers and chelsey knows of her and she was like HOW DO YOU KNOW HER OMG and she was so excited. honestly, the cutest ever. she loves harper so much and she loves harper and monty so much. it’s so damn incredible

i still can’t believe i showed up on her snapchat oh my god 

tasya t ,

finally, a queen. an actual goddess who i was lucky enough to share a couple cigarettes with on her downtime. honestly, tasya is amazing. she’s intelligent and badass and just. awesome. we became close outside of udc as well as inside that it honestly seemed like we had been friends for years, which i know probably sounds stupid as fuck but. we talked about so much. school, work, apartments, personal shit.

we became so close that when it came time to have my photo op, i actually missed her because there was another at the same time. a few other people missed her too and she ACTUALLY CAME BACK DOWN TO DO ANOTHER ONE LIKE. ON HER OWN ACCORD. and when i walked up to her, she was like ‘oh my god, blair ! how are you ! you look so beautiful !’ and honestly yanked me by my hands to give me the biggest hug ever. it was so damn sweet. when she asked what i wanted to do, i was like ‘can we be like. badass girlfriends?’ and she was like ‘YES. absolutely. let’s do it.’ which is how this photo came about but as you can see, she has the ability to look hot and badass and i don’t have. either of those things.

after we took the photo, sachin decided to crash and was like ‘THAT WAS THE. HOTTEST PHOTO I’VE EVER SEEN’ and tasya smiled at me and she was like ‘i’m gonna protect you, okay? no one is gonna mess with you.’ and hugged me again and i left with such a huge smile on my face because what a honey

OVERALL, a fucking amazing weekend. i cried like a weenie baby when it was done and i’m still so fucking sad. i miss this group and the friends i made at the con so damn much. i know i’ve talked a lot of shit about t100 and the show is still garbage but the cast. is so fucking amazing and supportive and kind. i knew them for all of 48 hours and they made me feel like a member of their family. like we didn’t just meet that morning. it’s fucking spectacular. i left wanted and loved

i really do hope they do udc 2018 because i would hands down go back again. no hesitation

[thesocialiberty]

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