"Thea just asked me to talk to the Arrow about finding Oliver."

"And what did you tell her?"

"What else? I lied."


A Lament to Gandalf(’s fireworks) by Samwise the Poet, Aragorn “gettin’ real tired of your shit”  and unimpressed Gimli

I always think the boy I’m talking to will be the one, that they’ll fall in love with me, like the one time I laughed with this boy at 4 am and he told me he liked my smile, or the time another held me and told me he felt like he knew me for years after only a week. I always find a way to grow to any boy who makes me feel special for even just a second. And the ones I think will fall in love with me, never do. They just hurt me. I always feel stupid afterwards too, because why would I ever think anyone would fall in love with me, let alone someone so complex and gracious like the boys I pick.
—  I don’t think anyone could fall in love with someone like me with complications, I myself do not understand.
a one time thing (and other untruths) (epilogue)

Captain Swan. Modern AU.

"She supposes the reason she tells him is the same reason she kept his phone number after all those weeks." 

Notes: So I was gonna wait until Monday or something to post this, but I’m bored and kinda want this just done. Why wait, you know? Have it be officially, properly over. Again, I’ve had a blast writing this, and you all are super kind and lovely, and so without further ado, here’s the epilogue to this monster of a fic. Hope you guys enjoy. 

(Another shout out to swallowedsong for helping me with this one, too.)

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            “Now remember, Aidan, the baby might be sleeping, so we have to be quiet, okay?”

            “Okay, Daddy.”

            His blue eyes are serious as he nods, clutching a stuffed bear and wearing his new “Big Brother” t-shirt.

            (Henry has declared himself too old for such things, so his t-shirt is sitting on his dresser at home.)

            (Nevertheless, he’s smiling as widely as he did when Aidan was born and he first went to meet him. Some things never change, it seems.)

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this trip can’t get any better honestly i am so happy. i was raising my gdi ross shirt at the panel and ross called on me and i fucking died my soul left my body and then i told them i was from turkey and asked dan for a hug and they were all like TURKEY WTF and so ross and dan hugged me. they were super nice and today at the nsp signing i told dan abt how he makes me so happy and how he made me smile on my darkest days and i said “i feel like crying rn” and he said “me too” and hugged me again. this feels like a dream i am so happy i am never going to forget this. i met the people that saved my life. wow.

I always thought I could never be in denial because I’d always see things as they are. I have come to conclusion that I have been in denial for quite awhile; insisting that he loved me, that I had to mean something to him. He doesn’t love me. I loved him so much, I didn’t want to accept that he might not love me too.
—  Sometimes, you can be oblivious to your own denial. They were right all along.

"Miss Gray, I have a proposition for you."


I don’t believe you did any of this for a pardon, or a passage to Nassau, or to be able to walk away from anything. I think you intend to reclaim your captaincy. I think you intend to take control of this ship. And then, I think you intend to return to that beach, armed to the teeth, and seize every last ounce of gold off of it. And I think you’re going to need     m y  h e l p  to do it.

Here’s a fun fact about myself; I am a contrary bastard.  When I see such a potentially angsty and dramatic prompt such as this…I immediately think of something ridiculous and light hearted.  Oops?

Bonus Round: “He doesn’t need to be exorcised!  Please STOP!” 

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