a bit obsessed with her work

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

Langst Headcanon

Soo, I’m really new to the fandom but when I discoverd the Langst Tag, I was surprised by how much I needed it! There are soooo many good langst things out here. Well, this is my share:

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do headcannons of how the RFA members (+ V and Saeran) kiss their s/o's neck? (Love your blog! ♡♡♡)

Thank you! I hope you enjoy this! 
(WARNING: mentions of the sex in Saeyoung’s and small mention of blood in Saeran’s) 


✮ is super shy
✮ little kitten kisses
✮ holds your shoulders gently
✮ loves to press his nose against your pulse
✮ really enjoys smelling your perfume
✮ when things get hotter his hands are groping at your hips to pull you closer
✮ he begins to bite and lick but he’s still gentle
✮ he’s more of a sub 
✮ pants against the skin of your neck while things get heavy
✮ he grazes the edge of his teeth along your skin
✮ doesn’t really leaves marks unless he’s trying to prove something


✎ only kisses your neck after things are a bit heavier
✎ as in
✎ doesn’t casually just kiss your neck
✎ is also really soft
✎ pulls her lips around your skin while pressing her chest to yours
✎ her face in your neck works mostly as a distraction for the both of you
✎ likes the further back parts of your neck
✎ like behind your ear
✎ doesn’t really bite
✎ licks when things are building up during the sexy times
✎ she just really likes feeling your skin 
✎ along with the proof of exertion
✎ also doesn’t leave marks (it’s unprofessional)


✿ is probably obsessed with your neck
✿ loves to watch the muscles tense under his lips
✿ he definitely likes biting you
✿ his licks and nibbles are heavy and full of heat
✿ LOVES leaving marks on you
✿ it’s a turn on for him
✿ so he loves to just tilt your head back
✿ and attack your neck
✿ so that everyone will know you belong to him
✿ likes holding your hair while doing it because he can move your neck however he pleases
✿ likes to gently kiss and nuzzle hickies after he’s made them because he’s a loser  
✿ won’t bite hard enough to break the skin though - you’re too precious 


₩ likes the lower part of your neck more
₩ like around your collarbones
₩ loves the feel of your skin against the bone 
₩ while he kisses it 
₩ and licks in the bow of it when it’s presents 
₩ sometimes he even pulls on your shoulders so that your clavicle becomes prominent 
₩ sometimes bites it but not too hard 
₩ because that shit would probably hurt (it’s b o n e)
₩ he only leaves marks on your upper chest/cleavage 
₩ because only he should be seeing there 
₩ unless he gets really possessive
₩ then he sucks all over your neck and just leaves all the marks 


⌨  boi 
⌨  how things go down with saeyoung really depends on the mood 
⌨  sometimes he just butterfly kisses up your throat 
⌨  but other times your neck is just one big fuckin bruise 
⌨  his favourite area is the end of your jaw 
⌨  between your jawbone and ear 
⌨  he’s kind of obsessed with it tbh 
⌨  sucks on it harshly and presses his tongue down flat 
⌨  after deepthroating him he likes to gently kiss the outside of your throat 
⌨  like a ‘thank you’
⌨  he likes to trail kisses from your neck to your shoulder- where it turns to bites 
⌨  he holds your back so you can’t squirm away from him 


☼ this nugget is so gentle 
☼ he will not bite you unless you specifically ask him and then assure him that’s what you want 
☼ he just really likes kissing you everywhere 
☼ so when he’s spreading kisses over your throat they’re opened mouth and breathy 
☼ it’s really sensual and nice 
☼ kinda hovers his lips over your skin before each kiss
☼ letting out a content sigh against your warm skin 
☼ before admiring it with his mouth 
☼ is really shy with his tongue 
☼ at first you can tell he’s nervous 
☼ because just the tip sneaks out to poke at your neck 
☼ but with your little mewls he gets assured 


⚠︎ this BOI
⚠︎ hoo 
⚠︎ your neck 
⚠︎ it’s basically his property 
⚠︎ hope you like turtlenecks because that’s all you can wear with this boy around 
⚠︎ unless you like people getting worried about all the marks and literal WOUNDS on your neck 
⚠︎ he bites 
⚠︎ like, breaking skin bite 
⚠︎ licks it to make it up to you
⚠︎ also to clean up the blood 
⚠︎ sucks and bites everywhere
⚠︎ he’s less of a kisser 
⚠︎ only when he’s feeling super duper extra affectionate 
⚠︎ will he kiss your neck
⚠︎ when he does kiss it, it’s mostly along your jawbone 
⚠︎ I don’t even know how to describe this damn guy 
⚠︎ honestly, i hope you’re kind of a masochist because ouch

I’m still working on how to write V and Saeran, so I hope this was okay ♡♡

Who Picks the Heroes?  (ZAGSPOILERS)


So we know, according to PREMATURELY RELEASED INFO ABOUT THE UPCOMING SEASONS, that Alya and Chloe are gonna be the Fox and Bee respectively, right?

I’ve seen a lot of people wondering, as I myself have, what they’re going to do to earn or deserve them. A lot of theories around Chloe involve her accidentally getting it, which I think are funny. I’ve made it no secret that I don’t think Chloe deserves to be a superhero, or any sort of power in general, as she is right now in canon. But I digress.

I think the general assumption right now is that Fu is going to give the two girls the Miraculouses after a “test” like he gave Adrien and Marinette. But what if he doesn’t.

What if Fu gives Adrien/Chat and Marinette/Ladybug one Miraculous each, explains a bit about the Miraculous, and tells them to pick. It’s been just the two of them for so long and if they’re going to have to work with new people, they should get some say in who they are. Plus it’d be a good chance to teach the kids a good lesson about evaluating and trusting other people and themselves.

Marinette will pick Alya. She knows how much Alya wants to be a superhero and that she has the perfect qualities to be one. She’s cunning, clever, determined, and brave, among other things. She’s also a bit obsessed with the truth and being given powers of deception could help her find the balance she needs. Because sometimes the truth isn’t the best thing, sometimes secrets have to be kept, and not everyone deserves to know everything. It’s dangerous but she knows Alya can handle it. Plus, it’ll probably deter her from the whole identities thing!

Adrien’s first choice is Nino. Of course it’s Nino. He’s his best guy friend. He’d love for him to meet his Lady and join him in their escapades across the city. And, heck, it’d give him a chance to get back at Hawkmoth in his own way for akumatizing him. But then Adrien starts thinking about the Miraculous’ qualities and powers and about Nino himself and he realizes…Nino isn’t the best choice. Then he thinks about Chloe. Who she is, who she used to be, who she could be. As a hero she can’t be selfish. She will have to put her life on the line and she’ll have to care about people. It’d be tough but he knows Chloe. She’s determined enough to do anything once she puts her mind to it.  He remembers the assumptions made about him the first day of school just because she was his friend and he wonders if Chloe would ever even have the chance to change if she wanted to. Maybe being a hero is what she needs.

Fu approves.

anonymous asked:

Valar Morghulis ;) I was just wondering, do you have any A:tLA fic recs, specifically Zutara ones??? Thanks!

Valar Dohaeris 😉

Sure! Here are some more of the gems this fandom produces


  • Together at the Horizon by @dragon-hearted-girl;
    AU After a century, the Avatar has still not been reincarnated, allowing the Fire Nation to continue its conquest of the world. A young Airbender befriends a Waterbender and Firebender, both of whom are living with a terrible curse. Formerly titled “Tale of the Grey Wolf and Golden Hawk”

  • i didn’t know i was lonely (’til i saw your face) by @raisindeatre;
    The “I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in hospital” AU I never thought I’d write. Or: how one car crash, one dancing bear, many, many crossword puzzles and a spot of accidental cohabitation lead to… well, if it isn’t love, it’s certainly something.

  • Love Story by lynny17;
    A meeting of nations years after the war leads to an unexpected romance as a love story unfolds. 100-word drabble series. Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender This is in response to the LJ katara zuko winter drabble challenge.

  • Jasmine and Souchong by @archergwen;
    It’s the Midsummer Festival, and Zuko’s lone night manning his uncle’s tea shop does not go according to plan. ‘He wants to stay like this forever. Just her and an empty tea shop, sugar and smoke on her breath.’

  • The Stalking Series by @emletish-fish;

    - Stalking Zuko: Katara has developed a new hobby. At the Western Air Temple she takes to stalking Zuko. Much silliness and shenanigans follow. In chapter 20: Katara and Zuko return home to the others. Katara hates the F word and she comes to a decision regarding Zuko.
    - Not Stalking Zuko: Katara keeps a journal of all the shenanigans that the Gaang run into. Chapter 49: there is much talk about the future - now that the war is over and everything is changing. Hakoda and Zuko talk. Katara decides that some things in life are worth the risk.

    - Not Stalking Firelord Zuko: The immediate postwar period from Katara’s ranty POV. shenanigans abound. Chap 24:Song arrives in Ba Sing Se. Shenaniagns ensue.


  • Thicker Than Blood by @akaiikowrites;
    “You have to love all the facets of their soul, or your love is pointless.” A Story of the Girl Who Bends Blood and the Boy Who Loves Her. –Zutara; semi AU; giftfic for dancingqueensillystring-

  • Rounding the Edges by @sadladybug;
    It can take some grit and hard work to grind out the sharp edges, but the effort can produce something that shines. A Zutara oneshot in which Katara learns a few new things about Zuko, including the fact that he may be very difficult to live without. Featuring unexpected teamwork, tense training moments, and more than a few awkward conversations. Canon compliant(ish), Book Three beginning sometime between TSR and EIP.

  • Tremors by CuriosityRedux;
    She’s free to choose- if she goes back to the Poles, if she travels, if she stays in the Fire Nation just a little bit longer. She can choose to go back to the life she would have led if she’d never revived the Avatar, or she can choose to forge a new path. And she chooses him. Oneshot. Zutara.

  • Eye of the Storm by @cowlicklesschick;
    There is a moment of calm, where the wind dies down and the torrents ease and soften, where thoughts can be heard louder than words. It is a moment of relief, but also of fear and preparation, because there always another side to every storm, and the calm never lasts for long. Zutara B3 immediately following the Agni Kai.

  • Wooing Zuko by @cabbage-foam;
    Immediately postwar. During a trip to Ember Island to celebrate of the end of the war, Katara feels the need to affirm her sex appeal. Her target? Zuko.

Drabble Series:

  • Inside This Ancient Heart by @somuttersthesea;
    “She and Zuko, on the other hand—she feels like they’ve been old forever, even though they’re still young enough by most standards. The baby in her arms coos and she shifts her gently, cradling her head and smiling, only to see a gratifying, toothless smile beam from rounded cheeks in return.“A series of domestic drabbles written for Zutara Week 2016.

  • On Love and Lust by @theadamantdaughter;
    A collection of Zutara drabbles and one-shots. Some smut, some not. NSFW chapters will be labelled as such. Heed the warnings and enjoy.

  • A Little Bit of This, and a Little Bit of That by @kangaroo2010;
    No matter the time, no matter the place, no matter the circumstances, deep down, they always knew they were meant for each other. A series of short pieces, written for Zutara Month 2015.

  • you and I will not be shaken by chionophilia;
    In which Zuko is an awkward barista, Katara is obsessed with ‘vandalizing’ her customers’ food, and they bond over a love for instant noodles and microwavable food. In which Zuko rambles about space at ungodly hours, and Katara is desperate to shut him up.A series of Modern AU oneshots or my excuse to write drabble and not work on my WIPs.

  • 31 Kisses by @darkelf19;
    A clumsy Zutara story told through 31 kisses. Written for Official Zutara Month 2016 @ Tumblr. Officially Zutara, but it could pass as any ship. Each chapter will be a perfect 100 word drabble. Enjoy!


  • A Week to Know You Again by @elledix;
    After the first year of their engagement, Katara felt she and Zuko were already drifting apart. In the Fire Nation, their time always belonged to someone else. Now, in the South Pole for Suki and Sokka’s wedding, they hoped to find each other again.

  • The Business Trip by @thispieceofwork;
    Zuko’s been gone for two long months and Katara has needs. Takes places between Ch 10 of Confused and the Epilogue. Some PWP fun.

  • Agni’s Fever by @sohhng;
    She decides that she loves him for both the fire lilies and the brimstone on his breath. Oneshot. Zutara. ‘Zuko’s hands snag around her wrists. His body is a long line of tension, and now that he’s reared up on his knees to match her stance, she notices that his chest is as bare as it is soaked. “You can’t even begin to understand what’s happening to me.”“I’m trying to understand,” Katara grits. “Isn’t that what you wanted from me from the very beginning?”’

  • A Challenge Met by @sharkflip;
    Katara and Zuko meet and reconcile during Day of Black Sun, with the outcome expected in a story written for Zutarotica. AU for the Eclipse.

  • Love Amongst the Embers by @mmmisora;
    After the Ember Island Players’ performance, and with the help of a little rice wine, Zuko and Katara decide to rewrite an alternate ending to their story. Oneshot, Zuko/Katara. Rated M.

Hope this was useful!  I’ve got another fic rec list here, if you want to check that out :)

Happy Shipping!

anonymous asked:

little prompt for you if you want: how about instead of being an awkward baby gay coming into her gayness alex is just plain awkward and very very gay and maggie basically has no gaydar to speak of? like maggie goes "i didn't know you were into girls" and alex is like "uh, i thought the leather jackets and the bike and the boots and everything were like neon signs" or smth like that you get my point right? anyways i love your writing!

She leans against her cop car and stares up at Alex with skepticism and maybe a little bit of hope in her eyes.

“I think I read you wrong.”

She hopes, she hopes, because her entire body is smarting, aching, reeling, from the pain of what her ex had said to her, the things she’d accused her of.

And Maggie, self-esteem shattered, is sure her ex had been right about all of them.

She is hard-headed, insensitive. Obsessed with work. Borderline sociopathic (well, that wasn’t her exact diagnosis, but hell, her ex wasn’t to be expected to know all the right terms, right?).

And she knows her ex was right, too, when she’d accused Maggie of having eyes for that damn FBI agent.

She’d tried not to, and she would never have done anything about it  – she was nothing if not loyal – but she couldn’t help the feelings. Alex was…

Alex had rescued her, Alex had walked into the line of literal fire for her.

Alex had cared

So she didn’t have words for Alex.

Except, now, maybe – because it really feels like Alex is asking her out, and hell, she thinks now the word might be gay – the word she hadn’t dared to hope for, because anyway, if she was straight, Maggie couldn’t be tempted any more than she already was.

“What do you mean?” Alex is tilting her head and smiling confusedly and her voice is nervous, nervous, nervous.

“I… I didn’t know you were into girls.”

And the nerves seep out of Alex’s body, now, because suddenly, Alex is laughing. Maggie blinks and furrows her brow, crossing her arms defensively across her chest, because she’d thought Alex was straight, sure, but she’d also thought Alex was just fine with her being a lesbian.

“Problem, Danvers?” And suddenly Maggie’s voice is hard, cold, defensive, protective. The voice she’d honed in Blue Springs. The voice that served her well on the force. The voice that didn’t feel like her at all, and yet felt like her whole life.

Alex reaches out and touches Maggie’s elbows, shaking her head now. “No, no, Maggie, no, I’m sorry, no, no, nothing’s wrong. I just… how could you not have known? I thought the leather jackets and the bike and the boots and the, like, everything, were kind of neon signs.”

Her grin is awkward, now, but with just a twinge of confidence, and her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips, and Maggie’s gulps, because oh. Oh. Oh.

“So… you wanna keep each other company, Danvers.”

“You don’t wanna celebrate singledom, fine. You can be all sullen and quiet, that’s okay, or you can drink as much as you want and I’ll make sure you get home okay, or you can vent as much as you need to, or all of the above. I’m a good listener, Sawyer.”

Maggie tilts her head. “And… venting is all you want?”

Alex smiles softly. “You’re still hurting, obviously. So for now, yeah.” Her eyes flit to Maggie’s lips again. “For now.”

Maggie loses her breath because Alex wants her, and Alex wants to take care of her.

Of all the things she’s used to, this isn’t one of them.

“So what’d you say about a great pinball bar?”

Alex smiles, and Maggie swears she might be blushing. And it feels… like life might be beginning again.

gingerheel  asked:

Oh god. More of the fake dating AU please. But in the meantime, you said you've been reading some fic recently. Any recommendations?

Thank you so much, @gingerheel! I’m going to see if I can get a new chapter edited and posted for you guys by tomorrow morning. ❤

As for fic recs, I’m super behind on reading all the new stuff that has popped up on Ao3 the last few days (and I’ve kind of given up on keeping track of fics on tumblr–sorry!), but some of the ones that I’ve recently inhaled/ am working through are:

every little thing she does is magic by perthshirekisses which is a pre-relationship, bed-sharing AU and so adorable

In the Still of the Night by Bluelonghand is one I’m obsessively analyzing to bits. It’ s a canon-divergent analysis of the bughead relationship.

The Darkest of Times by writing_as_tracey which is a fantastic Hogwarts AU

A Kind of Science by LoneWulffe  is only one chapter so far but looks very promising. It’s actually a story that takes place in the Archie Comics universe proper.

Shippershape (I forget her tumblr url) has also finally updated Gun Song in case anyone missed it.

Then of course, there’s the usual suspects. I think most people are familiar with @lusterrdust @zombiekittez, @gellbellshead @formergirlwonder @ficmuse @createandconstruct, sylwrites, @jugandbettsdetectiveagency and juggieheadcoops.

Pick a work, any work of theirs and it’s a guaranteed delight

These are all fairly popular authors, though. I see their names coming up a lot in fic recs (and for good reason). I’ll see about hitting up @jandjsalmon and work on compiling a list of some hidden gems. :-)

I’ve also gotten a sneak peek at what @onceuponamirror​ is cooking up and holy crap. Watch for that name on Ao3. You’re going to go nuts!

Can I just say that Veronica has been annoying me the last couple episodes? Girl, stop jumping to so many conclusions and taking your assumptions as truth. When she was like, “My dad wanted Jason killed yada yada, but your dad probably pulled the trigger, Jughead. I’m sorry.” 

Like, girl. Stop.

I am so glad Betty refused to believe that and worked that amazing brain of hers to find the USB, proving FP’s innocence. Goodness gracious. 

The Best Gift

Inspired by @lunenn headcanon here:  Headcanon: Scully gave up William with a ufo onesie and the cloth doll Mulder gave her. In season 11 he still keeps that doll like a treasure. @markwatneyandensemble already wrote a brilliant piece HERE and a sequel HERE. The idea wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote one, too. 

There are only three things in his huge backpack that he’s slung over his shoulder; his favorite book, a photo album and that doll. His mother, Dana, Scully, call me what you feel most comfortable with, looks at him as if he’s going to break any moment; maybe that’s why her hand is always hovering around him somewhere, yet never quite touching him.

“This will be your room,” she tells him, an uncertain smile playing around her lips; the room is sparsely decorated with a bed and a desk, “We, well I, didn’t know what you liked so I thought… you can decorate it any way you want.” Will nods once and steps inside. He sits on the bed, puts down his backpack next to him as if it’s heavy for his still small shoulders. He doesn’t know what to say, or do, so he looks up at Dana, who seems equally lost.

“Uhm, why don’t you unpack? I could make something to eat, maybe. Or we could go visit…,” she licks her bottom lip, stares at the floor, “we could go to the hospital again.” And Will just nods. Dana doesn’t move; what did he just agree to? Will realizes that he should talk, say anything. His mother, the other one, the one he’ll never see again, taught him better than this. Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am. She just forgot to tell him how to act around his birth parents. It’s easier with his father, with Mulder, because he does not have any expectations yet. Still in a coma, as Dana explained it, he doesn’t know about Will. The boy prefers it that way. He can spend hours watching the man. The nose looks familiar, the lips do, too, and Will wonders what he’ll see once Mulder wakes up, looks at him.

Will opens the backpack’s zipper and the sound is unbearably loud here in his room. Dana is still standing in the doorway, neither inside nor outside. Carefully Will extracts the book of fairy tales. His cheeks color; he’s 15 years old and he carries a big book of fairy tales around with him. Dana’s eyes are on him, he can feel it, but she’s quiet; just an observer. So Will continues. The photo album is next. He didn’t bring it for himself. All those picture don’t mean much to him; it’s all in his head. His mother never understood it when he said he can see it all like a movie behind his eyes. She’d laughed joyfully (Will thinks he misses her laugh the most; he’s yet to hear Dana laugh, or even giggle), almost always full of happiness and so much love. There’s a picture inside this album, it’s the first one in it, reading “The day we received the greatest gift”. It shows Will, a soft tuft of reddish hair on his head, a fist in his grinning mouth, wearing a ufo onesie. Later, much later, when Will knew he was adopted and he and his mother went through the album together he’d asked her about it. He thought maybe it had been his father, the only one he’d known then, had put him in it. “No, baby, your other mommy put you in this. I don’t know why. It’s an odd choice, isn’t it? But you were so cute in it.” One day, Will thinks, he’ll ask Dana about it. Maybe, after all, it was his father’s choice after all; his other father.

The last item he extracts is the most important one: his doll. He’s had it all his life, held on to it tightly knowing it was the only thing his birth parents had left him. He had slept with it as a baby, as a toddler and even nowadays the doll needs to be close, even if Will won’t admit to it. The doll, it must be old he thinks, is well loved; once an arm was torn off by a friend and Will had cried for hours, until his head hurt and no more tears were left. His mother sewed the arm back on, carefully, and Will now touches the seam gently. He hears a gasp and turns to Dana.

“You still have it.” Her voice is full of amazement as she comes closer, her eyes never leaving the doll. She sits down beside him and they’re almost touching. Will faces her as she reaches out tentatively towards the doll.

“I didn’t think you'd… keep it.” Will glances at the doll. Did she really think he’d let it go? That he’d throw it away once he knew his birth mother had given him up? She doesn’t know him, it shoots through him, and she doesn’t know anything about the life he’s led. Not yet.

“Of course,” he bites his lip and she looks at him, her eyes a mirror of his own, like he’s a miracle; a wonder to behold, “It was all I had… I mean. You know?” She nods, though he is not sure she really understands. He would look at this doll sometimes in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep and wonder about her, about his father, too, and this doll. Why this doll? He had whispered into the night. Not once did he receive an answer.

“When I… when I had to give you up, I wanted you to have something to remember me – us – by. It seems silly now. You were just a baby… but I wanted you to have the doll. You loved it so much and I always felt like you sensed its importance. Your father gave it to me before you were born. It was his sister’s once and… he didn’t tell me until later,” she chuckles, lost in a memory that’s her own, and Will’s ears ring with the new sound as if he’s just discovered his new favorite song, “he made it for her after she broke her arm to cheer her up. He said that… we weren’t really in a good place and uhm, he said he wanted me, and you, to have something that symbolized his love and he… he told me that he spent night after night working on this doll to make it perfect. But there’s more to his doll, William,” she stops here, licks her lips again; he just watches her, every reaction, catalogues it neatly in his mind, “the best gift, apart from you, your father ever gave me was courage. Courage to believe, to follow my heart, to love. That’s why I needed you to have this doll. I hoped… I hoped the doll could give you at least a piece of that when I couldn’t give you anything else. I’m glad you kept it.” She traces the faded face, a sad smile on her lips, and Will can no longer take it. His hand, slightly sweaty, shaking just the tiniest bit, lands on hers, and her head shoots up. Tears swim in her eyes and he, he doesn’t know her well either yet, but he thinks not all of them are sad.

“I’m glad I kept it, too.” Then, without warning, she hugs him tightly, finally, and Will closes his eyes, sighs in relief. He’s home.

Break (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: can you do an imagine where Shawn and the reader get into a heated argument and it leads them taking a break?

pairing: reader x Shawn

a/n: let me know what you think! requests are currently open, feel free to come and request things! :)

“I just don’t understand why you hang out with her all the time, Shawn. She sees you more than I do,” you say firmly, throwing your purse on the couch. You and Shawn just came back from a party that his label was throwing to celebrate the end of his next album production, and you had been giving him the cold shoulder for the past hour. 

“All the time? I’m fucking sorry, y/n,” Shawn strains out the word sorry sarcastically, loosening up the top few buttons on his button up. “But that’s ridiculous. There’s not a ton of people I can trust in this industry and you go around and critique the ones I do hang out with?”

“I’m not critiquing her, I just don’t trust her intentions around you. She’s always touching your chest and calling you ‘Shawnie’. People think you’re dating her!” 

Shawn chuckles out in frustration, sucking in his cheek a bit before responding. “So you don’t trust me? Is that what this is about?” 

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The Little, Blue Hyundai Sonata

Prompt: AS REQUESTED BY ANON: “hamilsquad x reader where reader gets into a car accident and suffers brain damage and kinda resorts to a child like state and the hamilsquad have to try and take care of her”

Paring: Could be interpreted as Hamilsquad with some Laurens X Reader or Poly!Hamilsquad (Whichever sweetens your tea) 

TW: Car accidents, swearing, loss of a loved one, abusive father figure, suicide attempt, reference to depression, suicidal thoughts, regression, trauma, panic attacks, nightmares, flashbacks, anxiety, breakdowns, refusing to eat, temper tantrums, mute, robbed, temporary character death, ambulances, vivid description of car accident/blood?

A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this! I hope this is what you had in mind and I really hope you enjoy this! I hope this meets your standards! As always, thank you for all of your love and support! I love y'all! If you want me to tag something, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 6140

You were fifteen when you got your first car. She was a blue, 2004 Hyundai Sonata, and you called her Sonya. Your father had driven her for a few years before you’d gotten her, and he took the new car. You didn’t mind though, you loved her. She had a few flaws like a busted air conditioner and cracked motor mounts-so she shook sometimes and rumbled when it was cold out-but you didn’t mind that. In fact, you loved her flaws. You found the rumbling of the engine soothing on the cold mornings. And Sonya had the fastest defrost you’d ever seen. You loved your car.

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made on my own personal base

these adopts are either 400 deviantart points or $4 USD each

names,genders,info can be changed upon purchase

first come first serve

Female Nightwing
A seer, she works as a writer for a popular newspaper, and uses her seer powers for the rather mundane task of predicting the weather.

Prince Sleet
Male Icewing
A rather young member of the Icewing royal family, and army.
He’s quite arrogant and is covered from head to toe in scars.

Male Mudwing
A baker living in Possibility, specializes in importing fruit from the rainforest, and baking said fruit in to delicious cakes, pies, and tarts.

Female Rainwing
A moody rainwing with a case of mild insomnia, she’ll sting you with her harsh words and prickly personality.
Usually has her colors match her name, but shes partial to purple as well.

Male Sandwing
A tailor who works mostly with light, showy clothing. He’s not the one you want to go to for armor.
A bit obsessive with his own looks, and everyone else’s.
If he believes there’s something “wrong” with your appearance he’ll do everything within his power to fix it.

Female Seawing
Cuttlefish is a very attractive professional dancer, who’s employed in the royal Seawing court.
Has a harsh outward personality, but is very kind, and a bit silly once you get to know her.

Princess Garnet
A rebellious Skywing royal, greatly dislikes her mother (the queen).
Spends a lot of time causing trouble around the city for attention.

reread update: finished The Great Hunt. that took…what, two days? uhhhh I don’t have any explanation, I really don’t

some takeaways:

  • I don’t know how I fuckin forgot about the massive fight in the sky. but yep, definitely forgot about that. 
  • also is that horrifying bit with the Portal Stones and the alternate lives where I got my obsession with that trope? maybe, we will never know
  • Egwene’s sheer savagery when she’s finally freed from the leash gives me life and is also such perfect foreshadowing for where she goes moving forward, because as much as Nynaeve has a visible temper Egwene has a different kind of…ruthlessness? that the Seanchan definitely bring out in her. and understandably: the a’dam is one of the more inventive torture devices in any work of fiction I’ve read.
  • one of my few quibbles so far on reread is how quickly people seem to fall for each other, whereas later in the series I feel like the relationships are much more organic. like, the fact that Min is already into Rand, and the rapidity of Lan and Nynaeve’s relationship, just isn’t all that convincing to me. 
  • first mention of Tuon!!! can’t wait for my tiny fierce Daughter of the Nine Moons
  • Lanfear why are you so awful. no seriously why
  • and here we see the first appearance of Rand’s weird “I Cannot Kill a Woman” thing, like, Rand, cut that out (he won’t cut it out)
  • also: Rand doing nothing and confusing all of the Cairhienans cracks me up more than a little.

will I manage to read something else before I go tromping off into The Dragon Reborn? probably not but we’ll see!

Here’s more of the Sheith soulmates AU

Voltron fanfic. Probably rated T for language and suggested sexual situations when it’s done. Definitely Shiro x Keith. Situational names/pronouns for Pidge/Katie. Feedback is always welcome. Still pondering titles.

So I said I was going to finish this before putting it up on AO3/FF-net. I may break and start posting chapters soon instead, because this thing is sprawling out of control fast.

Start here: Part 1

Last Chapter: Part 8


In the cabin, the trio quickly grew bored. Katie pulled out her laptop and opened the program she was using to try and decipher more of the alien code. Hunk leaned over her shoulder to watch as she dug out the diary she used to record the terms she had defined. He frowned, looking at a series of numbers on one page.

“Do those numbers really repeat like that, the way you wrote them?”

She looked up at him. “Yeah. So?”

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Scum’s Wish ep 9 analysis: I hate Atsuya

Let’s talk about this asshole:

This dude is less a character and more a walking set of harmful cultural norms. He’s representative of everything I dislike about anime romance norms:

1. Heteronormative

2. Non-consensual

3. Relative

4. Knows the other character since they were a child and has carried around an unhealthy obsession masquerading as “true love”.

Let’s unpack that last one a bit.

There’s a common trope of the “childhood friend” being the true love of the main character. They’ve known them for awhile, there’s a touch of intimacy, but the subject of a relationship has never been broached, usually because they place the central character on a pedestal. There might be a lock and key involved (sighhhh).

But hey, then the big reveal happens and the main character realizes they loved them all along, etc. There’s a nice bow on it at the end and usually the series is over.

This is not necessarily the best idea to have in your mind when you’re considering real-life relationships!

Because many totally successful relationships develop the other way: two people meet and quickly feel a shallow attraction, which they then agree to explore more in the form of a relationship. Here, love is not some static thing that was determined when I was six by someone watching me from the bushes, but something that becomes more and more real over time as I learn about my partner and vice versa.

How are these ideas deployed in Scum’s Wish?

Atsuya is awful. He claims to care about Ecchan’s feelings, but still refuses to take explicit and even physical rejection over the course of years. Instead, he is hyperfocused on the true nature of Hanabi’s feelings for Ecchan. Do they count as true love? If not, he’s going to pressure them about it until they drop it.

He frames this in a different way, claiming that Ecchan deserves better than Hanabi’s teenage lust and confusion.

But she doesn’t. Ecchan is not some ideal cinnamon roll whose feelings for Hanabi are pure and perfect. She wants Hanabi, intensely. And at the moment of truth, Hanabi wants her back, also. They are of one mind, which the show emphasizes by having them think identical thoughts. 

In my mind there are two reasons that they don’t get together in Episode 9.

1. Ecchan can’t let Hanabi in. Even though she’s been taking the lead in a sexual way, Ecchan thinks of herself as scum. She can’t really imagine opening up emotionally to Hanabi, because of the possibility that she is rejected later. So she doesn’t allow a perfectly valid relationship to begin. 

2. Heteronormativity. The entire premise of Scum’s Wish is about two people who use each other for physical reasons at first, but then fall more and more for each other as time passes and they start to trust. Why can’t Ecchan proposition Hanabi the same way that Mugi did? Unlike Mugi, she’s got the weight of these pro-het norms pushing down on her, in addition to the “if both people aren’t in love at the beginning it’s not a valid relationship” norm. These are physically actualized for Ecchan as the male, obsessed family member that will literally not let her alone to just be gay and to make her own decisions. It’s a bit heavy-handed, but I think it works.

 Ecchan’s cousin makes me mad because real life makes me mad. But however much we may love Ecchan, his analysis of her situation is facile and cliched.  At the end of the day, teenage Ecchan’s self-esteem issues won’t allow her to really open up to Hanabi, but that’s life. Scum’s Wish presents normal, human teenagers making normal, human decisions that sometimes hurt a lot. That’s life.

anonymous asked:

i honestly really like that she's away, of course i miss her but i think this is good for because the media is really obsessed with her right now

The media seems to be cooling off, at least a little bit. Here’s what her Google Trends looks like right now (top is the past five years, bottom is the last year):

So the break is really, really working, and for the most part, has been. And I think it’s really good for her personally as well, whatever she’s up to. But selfishly, I want her back, because I miss her a lot. 

Nadine & Mike OTP

Obsessing a little bit about them… so glad the writers see their potential as a slightly odd, but kick-ass power couple.

Is it just me, but I thought Nadine and Mike always had a sizzling chemistry, even when it was lightly hostile sometimes? I remember S1E17 “Face the Nation”, when Bess had her PTSD breakdown and they had to work together:

About their scene in the last episode (”The Seventh Floor”): whoa! I do believe in foreshadowing, and that the Joni Mitchell song playing in Nadine’s car has a deeper meaning:

Help me
I think I’m falling
In love again
When I get that crazy feeling, I know
I’m in trouble again
I’m in trouble

Also, Nadine’s look when he says that he leaves (before he asks her why she didn’t call him back) - as if she doesn’t want him to go, despite her saying she does.

I love how much Mike is obviously into her, and after failing to convince her with his usual “Mike B.” attitude, he realizes that he only has a shot by being vulnerable and his true self. So looking forward how this plays out. And I love that he left Nadine all hot and bothered ☺

From a storyline perspective, it is kind of remarkable too that he now has a son… as does Nadine.

What do you think?

riahchan  asked:

We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date for Jon x Sansa?

It would be fun, they had said. He’s a really nice guy, they said.

Well, the Jon Snow she had gone out with that one time was a prick, and Sansa very much doubted whether this one would be much better. But Jeyne and Theon were looking at her expectantly, and she couldn’t just walk out, could she?

She sank into her chair, and she was both pleased and offended  that Jon seemed to look as miserable as she felt. Jeyne and Theon dominated most of the conversation, initially to help Jon and Sansa get to know each other, and then because they became so absorbed in each other that they forgot they were on a double date.

Jeyne excused herself to the bathroom, and Theon got up a minute later, so Sansa knew they were just going to fuck in the car. She turned back to Jon with a bored look. “So, do you still think I’m a spoiled brat?”

He choked on his water. “Uh, er, no.”

She didn’t believe him. “Well, are you still obsessed with your ex-girlfriend?”

“No,” he said firmly. “She’s…no. It was shitty of me to, er…”

“Ask me out because I reminded you of her and then get mad at me when I’m not?”

He winced. “Yeah, that. And I don’t think you’re a spoiled brat,” he added. “I was a moody git when I said that.”

“And I was a spoiled brat,” she ceded. “I still am a little bit, but I’m working on it.”

He smiled. “I think you’re lovely.”

Sansa wanted to believe him–but she supposed she’d have to go with him on another date to know for certain. After all, the third time’s the charm.

Nikkole: I think the hardest thing about being a mom is comparing myself to others.

I see the moms who cooked their kids an all organic three-course meal for dinner & I look at the second pizza I’ve ordered this week, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms whose kids rooms are decorated top to bottom like something that came out of a magazine and I look at my kids rooms, furnished by craigslist, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms that stay home with their kids everyday as I go to work at a job I hate, spending 10-12 hours away from my kids, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms who take their kids on vacations to Disneyland, while I find it hard to fit even a day trip to a water park in my budget, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms who dress their kids in the cutest designer clothes and I look at the clothes I’ve purchased from second hand shops for mine, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the homes they live in, with big backyards and security systems, while I rent a home in a neighborhood that I don’t even feel safe in, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I feel so guilty. I feel like I’m not giving my kids the life they deserve. I look at them & they’re so beautiful and perfect and I feel like they deserve a life that’s equally as beautiful and perfect. I feel bad that they got ME as their mom and not the perfect stay-at-home mom with the big house filled with nice things.

But when I walk in the door after a long day at work, they treat me like I’m THAT mom. Like I’m the best damn mom they could ever have. It’s in those moments that I realize that being the best mom isn’t about the things you have, it’s about the love & care you give. As long as you take good care of them & love them with all of your heart, kids could care less about the big house or the designer clothes. I may not be able to take them to Disneyland but we make forts in the living room and watch Disney movies. I may not be able to provide them an all organic diet, but I’m sure they probably enjoy the $5 pizza just a little bit more. I may not be able to buy the nicest clothes, but my son adores his minecraft shirts we found at Once Upon A Child. I may not have Pottery Barn themed bedrooms for them, but my son seriously loves the posters we found at Walmart to decorate his room & my daughter is obsessed with her castle fort I found at a mom 2 mom sale.

So in the end, I’ve realized I should really stop comparing myself. I work hard every day to become a better mom & person. I strive to one day give them that “picture perfect” life but for now… this is our life. It’s just a part of our journey. I think it’s time I relax and enjoy all these moments instead of always worrying if I’m good enough. At the end of the day, they think I’m the absolute best & that’s all that really matters. ❤️