a ship i never thought i would sail

I would never!

You and your best friend Jackson were drinking Boba in a store near the JYP building since it was both your breaks. Your group Pure Eternity decided to go have some Bulgogi instead and you weren’t that hungry so you went with Jackson instead. Your Korean wasn’t as good as your english so you and Jackson always spoke in english. He kept making jokes and you were dying. Your best friend is just so funny, he put straws into his nose and that’s when you blew up laughing “OH JACKSON! STOP HAJIMA!!” You were gonna pee your pants. “Ok ok come on break is almost over we have to go back” reminded Jackson “nahhh Jackson we have english class next so we don’t have to go. Ohh can you teach me Chinese, I wanna impress Winwin!” After a few, more like 100 tries you finally learned to say “I love you” and “I am winwin’s only” and Jackson secretly taught you “I am stupid” by telling you it meant “I am Jackson’s best friend”. An hour later Jackson told you he will drop you back home so you can rest, you told him you can go alone but he is too protective so he didn’t allow it. Once you arrived home and Jackson left after eating all Winwin’s favorite candyㅋㅋ you decided to take a nap.

An hour later you heard the door open and you knew it was Winwin. You excitedly stood up and went to hug him, but you were surprised when he pushed you away. Confused you asked in a nervous tone “Winwin… What’s wrong?” “DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT’S WRONG!? YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME WITH THAT GOT7 JACKSON. I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO KEEP YOU IN JYP TO MAKE BOYFRIENDS WITH THESE SUNBAES!!!” You were taken aback. Shocked. Frozen. Your eyes welled up. Tears were fighting to fall. “Win..” “DON’T, DON’T START” he pushed everything infront if him and they shattered on the floor. You got so scared and so sad that he was doubting you like this. You thought he would trust you. You ran out of the house to Pure Eternity’s dorm.

You started to cry to your members as you told them what had happened. They were disappointed at what Winwin had said and they were surprised on how he got this information. Your leader quickly checked the internet and her prediction was right. It was all over the internet headlined “A MEMBER OF PURE ETERNITY DATING GOT7 JACKSON” you felt your stomach flip. JYP was gonna kill you and Jackson. All the photos from the article were taken today when you were at the boba shop. You didn’t blame Winwin for believing them since they looked pretty convincing but you were so sad that he didn’t trust you and that he didn’t let you explain. Your members prepared your room and you immediately went to sleep since you were so tired.

The next day at the JYP building JYP asked to see you and Jackson to discuss the false article “So explain you two” started JYP. Jackson started explaining that you two were only best friends and that you were at the boba shop for your break not a date and that all the rumors were false. JYP believed you since he knew you were dating Winwin and that you and Jackson were indeed very close. He sent an email to his assistant to write an article saying it’s all fake and to clear everything up. Many of the comments were surprisingly surprising saying things like “Awwww I shipped them alot” and “Dammit I thought my ship was sailing” you wanted to laugh but Jackson started tickling you for no reason

Back at your apartment Winwin couldn’t sleep for the night. He was busy recalling the events that had happened and the harsh things he said to you. And once the new article was released he felt worse. He didn’t know why he believed the article. He knew you would never do that but jealousy took over this little cute boy. He wanted to call you but he thought you might be mad at him so he decided not to. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He ran to open it hoping it would be you however he saw someone he didn’t want to see: Jackson. “Hey, I got you a Chinese book so you can… Oh hi Winwin! Wow! You look like a mess and the house too!! What’s wrong?” He asked Winwin with concern. Winwin was shocked at how nice Jackson was. “No wonder she likes you more!” Winwin spoke. Jackson was so confused. “Who?” And after Winwin said your name Jackson burst out laughing. “HAHAHAH ME!? DUDE SHE LIKES YOU SO MUCH SHE MADE ME TEACH HER CHINESE JUST SO SHE CAN IMPRESS YOU!” And Jackson continued laughing. Winwin was shocked at his words. He felt so happy that you like him but he also felt sick. “Hyung what do I do now?” asked Winwin. Jackson gave Winwin a great plan and Winwin decided to do it. Him and Jackson started planning it.

You decided to go back to your apartment, since you knew Winwin would be at practice at this time, to grab some stuff. However when you entered you weren’t expecting to see NCT standing in a line holding a rose each. First in line was Kun he gave you a flower and said “Sorry” the same thing was done by Mark, Yuta, Jaehyun, Taeil , Taeyong and Johnny. And after that you felt hands cover your eyes and someone whispered “I’m so sorry. I got so jealous I burst and I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you so much” you felt a drop of water on your shoulder so you turned around and saw Winwin crying. He pulled you into a very tight hug. You hugged him back as tightly as he was hugging you saying “It’s okay. You dont have to be jealous though. I love you too much to ever cheat on you!” You wiped his tears and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Okay thanks guys you can go now” and so left NCT, Winwin hugged you again. He was so cute, he looked like a baby.

Winwin wouldn’t let you go until you reached the bed you shared. He tucked you in and told you to rest until he came back, and once he came back he gave you a beautiful necklace with both your initials as charms. You looked at him with sincere eyes and thanked him. He hugged you once more and scooted next to you pulling your head into his chest still wrapping his arms around you “I love you” said Winwin while stroking your hair, you looked up at him about to answer back but you were shut up by the softest lips crashing into yours. He kissed you for almost a minute and once you let go he had the biggest and goofiest smile ever on his face. He was too adorable he put your head again into his chest, however this time to hide himself from you because he was so so red. “I love you too Sicheng” you said in Chinese and you hugged him to sleep. “I love you way more” he layed a kiss on your forehead as he too went to sleep.

Originally posted by 7thvelvet


Hey guys!! ;W; I still can’t believe that this ship has sailed <3333
I planned to do a lot of Victuri/Victuuri art before they’re canon XD but I never thought that it would be canon that soon <33 Episode 7 was sooo damn wonderful! Love them <3

Actually I wanted to redraw a screenshot..but now it turned out a little bit differently ^^“ I hope you don’t mind c;
I haven’t drawn a kiss scene for ages!! It was so hard for me ;w; But it was a nice experience <3 I really want to draw more kiss scenes in the future<3

I hope you like it c; 

Flint and Abigail

Hi there, here’s that Abigail and Flint fic I toyed with writing. I’m so glad I got around to actually putting it down on paper…er…screen. It was pretty interesting to try and nail the Flint Voice, I hope I at least got close. Please enjoy!

It was quiet now.

Abigail did not know pirate ships could be so quiet. From the stories her father and nanny would tell, ships run by pirates were always loud, wild and unhinged. Constant plunder and pillage and gunfire, never-ending death and danger. But now, she sits on the stern she sat on this afternoon, this time in the dead of night, with one lone man controlling the ship; the very tall, very quiet one. The only sounds around her were the low creak and rumble of the ship as it glided through the water, and the rustle of the flag when hit with a breeze. She closed her eyes, and let the sweet breeze kiss her hair, she inhaled the smell of salt that wrapped around her, feeling truly free for the first time in…she can’t even remember.

Abigail felt a chill run through her spine, wrapping the blanket she draped over her shoulders tighter, a gift from Lady Hami—Miranda. She remembered the terrifying haze she was in for days, only to be revived of that to be moved to a dark, dank belly of a fort, where a man thought money was more important than her life. Millions of thoughts ran through her head, the loudest one being if she would ever see the sun again, be outside again, breathe again. She wondered if she would ever stop being someone’s prisoner.

But sitting on this ship, with the moon clear and the stars bright, with her skin feeling pure fresh air and smelling nature in what felt like years, Abigail began to feel freedom again, she felt as if she were returning to herself, slowly piecing together what it felt like to be human, to be alive.

She jumped at the light thump from behind her, her nerves rattling and turning to see who was approaching. Her nervousness dwindled—slightly—when she saw that it was Captain Fl—James McGraw—moving slowly to stand a few feet away from her.

“I did not mean to frighten you,” Mr. McGraw says, voice rough, trying to make his voice gentle for the girl.

Abigail shakes her head, her movement slightly fidgety, “I did not mean to jump,” she replies, her voice small.

“Are you alright?” he asks, keeping his movements slow as he walked towards her.

Abigail nods, “I could not sleep…I thought the air would clear my mind, but…I find my thoughts reeling now more than ever.”

Mr. McGraw thinks on this, and nods. “You wouldn’t be the first. Nature plays cruel tricks like that more than you know,” he says, cracking the tiniest hint of a thing that could qualify as a smile. Abigail’s shoulders relax further, and works up the courage to move over on the small bench she occupied, offering the captain a spot.

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Just wanted to address something...


Soooo. Let me just explain a little something. I already know that one of my favorite ships, between Sanji and Nami is not cannon. I know it will probably never be cannon, as Oda even said it himself.

With that said, not everything I ship is cannon. In fact, almost any pairing I do is not. And that is totally fine by me. I believe in my own personal opinion that with whoever I ship, its because I see them as a good pair. Now it doesn’t mean they are or will be, but I enjoy seeing them as a possible couple in fan art or writings, and I will continue to enjoy it, whether it is canon or not.

We fans usually ship characters not because we believe they are or will be a pairing, but because seeing the characters together and the prospect of them being a couple makes up happy.

Even with that said, I will never be upset if someone disagrees with my ships, and I will never say or illustrate rude thoughts to those who ship characters that I do not.

Shipping is for fun, and for fans enjoyment.

Plus, it gives us RPer’s, writers and artists something to use as inspiration for our interests.

Please don’t judge my ships, cannon or not. As I would never judge another’s.

With all that said, leave your rude comments to yourself please, I don’t care for them and most of the time they will just be ignored.

I will never be upset when my ships don’t sail, because they have never even left the docks in the first place, and I am content with that.

My imagination does the job for me.

ships-that-will-never-sail  asked:

Hello how is your day father? Mines going great! The question I have for you is What will eren and mikasas child look like? Also I would love some facts about them Thank you I hope you get this 😊

Imagine a grumpy looking, black haired, a little darker skinned child. There you go! (also I assume you mean would instead of will) 😀

  • Mikasa trains about three to four hours a day to stay in shape
  • She hates her muscles (Eren really admires that about her though)
  • Eren has problems sleeping due to his persistent thoughts about Carla and Grisha
  • Eren likes to cuddle and often gets red while doing it
  • When Eren is emberresed his ear turn red

Nathan Fillion talks about  Christina Ochoa on Conan O'Brien | April 15, 2014

My girlfriend was looking at all these incredible toenail thing art online and I said, “I can do that.” And she said, “Oh, yeah? Put your money where your mouth is.” So I had to, I did- actually, that’s not what she said. She actually didn’t say that. (x)

Trapped Yet Loved

Summary: Pirates capture you for your mermaid tear and they’re going to hold you hostage, then when a certain sailor meets yours eyes, you start to get unknown feelings.

Genre - Romance

Phillip x Reader

Requested by Anon

Written by Admin Ashley


You were watching everything even before it started. You saw a large thing float overhead and observed how it created small waves from the sea. You were always the observant one; watching the fishes, watching the waves, well you were always watching everything. 

You’d been listening to people that were sailing by and learnt that the huge thing that floats on water was called a ship. You’d seen a lot of ships but you never knew the name of them. 

You thought they were fascinating. 

One calming night, you thought it would be a good idea to get a closer look. You swam quietly towards the small boat and heard chattering. You stopped and listened to them.

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-random-musings-  asked:

Giant Killing and Ballroom e Youkoso

Thank you, dear💓

Giant Killing

  • the character i least understand: Kubotan maybe? He exists in a different world entirely 
  • interactions i enjoyed the most: Tatsumi x everyone
  • the character who scares me the most: Mochida at one point
  • the character who is mostly like me: Sakai haha
  • hottest looks character: Echigo, Wataya
  • one thing i dislike about my fave character: call or send a message if you disappear somewhere, Tatsumi dammit.
  • one thing i like about my hated character: well, he did what he thought would help the team but still… 
  • a quote or scene that haunts me: Tatsumi listening to his teammates complaining about him outside of the club room and not being able to go in there. Tatsumi (etc) getting injured. 
  • a death that left me indifferent: no one
  • a character i wish died but didn’t: Tsugawa i guess
  • my ship that never sailed: i don’t have any ships here. Kouta x Kyouko-chan i guess

Ballroom e Youkoso

  • the character i least understand: as it often happens the MC 
  • interactions i enjoyed the most: Chizuru x Sengoku
  • the character who scares me the most: no one in particular. i’m sometimes scared for Kiyoharu though
  • the character who is mostly like me: dunno, Chinatsu maybe
  • hottest looks character: Chizuru & Sengoku
  • one thing i dislike about my fave character: Kiyoharu is often too out of it. Chizuru is too expressive sometimes. Sengoku can be too irresponsible.
  • one thing i like about my hated character: don’t remember hating anyone
  • a quote or scene that haunts me: none. oh wait. when Kiyoharu was practicing in the bathroom or something with only a towel on him.
  • a death that left me indifferent: no one
  • a character i wish died but didn’t: no one again
  • my ship that never sailed: first, i’m not up to date. second, i don’t even remember if Chizuru x Sengoku are a thing or not?

anonymous asked:


*///* awwwwwww thank you anon! Honestly, some of the ships I have written for my collection are things I never would have come up with myself or ships I don’t even like. It’s always such a huge compliment when someone says “you made me start shipping -x-” when I don’t even ship it myself.

You made me blush anon! *blows kisses*

[Tell me on anon what you think my specialty is]


Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I really hope it was well worth the wait.

Much to Daryl’s annoyance you keep calling him cute. One day he urges you to tell him why you keep doing this.

word count: 1734

approximated reading time: 9 minutes

“C'mon now, Daryl, it ain’t that dangerous”, I pleaded walking behind him. I had been following him the whole day trying to convince him that it would indeed be a good idea to take me on a run with him. I always got his back but somehow that wasn’t a good enough reason for him to just give in and say yes.
“No!”, came the expected answer. The same answer he had given me the last ten times I asked.
“Why not?” I began to feel like a little child begging for sweets when in reality I only wanted to spend time alone with him and there was no reasonable way to do that at home. At least not a reason where I could keep avoiding telling him the truth.
“Told ya before, it’s dangerous. I ain’t putting ya in danger if I can avoid it.”
“C'mon, Daryl. It’s cute that you think that way, but you could still take me with you. I know you’re sweet, cute, considerate. You don’t really have to prove that anymore”, I purred.
“Stop sayin’ that, will ya?!” He looked me up and down. “I ain’t cute or any of that shit.”
“Well, yes, Sir, you are, even though you don’t wanna hear it.” Maybe I was taking it too far but that was something to worry about later. Maybe he would give in just because he wanted me to shut the hell up. It was worth the try. And I wasn’t lying. He really was all that even though he didn’t want to hear it.
“How would you like it if I called you ‘cute’ all day!?”, he gnarled squinting his eyes.
“Well, I guess I would actually like it, feel flattered, you know, the whole thing!?”
I only got an angry glare in response. Replying with sarcasm and the like wasn’t the best way to talk back to Daryl and I knew that, even though I still couldn’t hold my tongue.
After another minute of silent glares he finally sighed deeply. “Ya wanna tag along?! Fine…” He took a step forward, brought himself closer to me as he gnarled: “No whining, no unnecessary risks. And don’t you dare make me run. You copy!?”

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CS Fic: Ghost Ship (1/1)

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: K

Word Count: ~1800

Summary: Emma calls Killian down to the docks to help her figure out what is lurking in the fog.

Links: AO3/FF.net

“Killian, how fast can you make it down to the docks?” Emma asked without so much as a “hello” when he answered his phone.

She had worked the overnight shift at the Sheriff’s station and was due home shortly. Killian had spent a restless night until he gave up on sleep completely. He never slept well without Emma to anchor him to the here and now, and before she called, he lay in bed watching a thick fog roll in from the ocean outside his window.

Suspecting the weather had something to do with Emma’s call from the waterfront, Killian asked, “Is something the matter, love?”

“I don’t know…just…well, you’ll see when you get here, and then maybe you can tell me?”

“Aye, I’ll be there straight away.”


He pressed the “end” button and placed the phone on the side table. He’d rarely heard Emma sound so conflicted when it came to her job, and he wondered what strange thing was defying explanation now. This town was many things, but boring was not one of them. Cleaning up and dressing quickly, Killian hurried out the door and over the few blocks to the waterfront.

The dampness from the fog clung to him, beading up on his hook. Killian gave a fleeting thought to all the times he’d been at sea mired in a heavy mist such as this. An exemplary sailor could maneuver through it in an emergency, albeit reluctantly, but reason dictated the safer course was ceasing activity altogether and waiting for the woolen clouds to lift. Sound carried in strange and unsettling ways—some noises echoing in all directions—causing inexperienced crews to lose their bearings in confusion. In especially long instances of dense fog, with frayed nerves increasing among the men, more than one new sailor would take a shot into the gray, sure he’d seen or heard an enemy ship off the port bow. Without fail the result would generally be extra duties for the waste of ammunition or a flogging for a second offense.

He could see a small crowd gathering on the adjacent beach, some pointing toward the water and others shaking their heads. He spotted Emma, finally, leaning against the railing of the boardwalk near a local fish market and jogged over to her.

“Swan?” he huffed as he approached.

She turned at the sound of his voice and gave him a thin-lipped smile that was not the heartwarming greeting he’d been hoping for. She looked…bewildered and tense.

Killian shook his head and frowned. “What is it, love? You look troubled.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she answered as she turned again towards the bay. She nodded toward the open sea, where the fog was shifting and trying to break apart in some areas. “I got a few calls this morning from some fishermen and dockhands who said they saw a ship out there.”

He shrugged, still puzzled. “What of it? I’m sure lots of ships come in and out of the harbor.”

Emma turned her head and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Yeah, but none of them are your ship,” she said, her concern finally breaking through her own confusion.

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During this week we’ll be celebrating our favorite feathered mage!  Each day will have a theme as well as a Question of the Day for those who’d like to participate but might not have the time to do so!

As always, feel free to write/create anything Anders related, the themes are just there to prompt your creativity!

Please make sure to tag your posts with #Anders Week 2016 and #team blue and angry so that we can reblog and also compile a master post at the end of the week!

  • Monday, May 2nd
    “Since when is Justice happy? Justice is righteous. Justice is hard.“
    Today is Justice Day! Share your art, fic, headcanons, and drabbles about  the relationship between Anders and his resident Spirit.
  • Tuesday, May 3rd
    “I wish we could stay like this forever, love.”
    Anders Ship Day! We all love Anders, and no matter the ship he’s in, we just want him to be happy! Write some fic about his time with Karl, sketch out a night with Hawke, what are some headcanons you have about Anders and Nathaniel? What ship do you sail?
  • Wednesday, May 4th
    “I never thought beyond my own escape: Where would I hide? How long before they found me?”
    Anders on the run. Fill in the blanks of Anders’ many escapes from the circle. Maybe a fic of how he saved a Ferelden Bann? A small comic of his swim across Lake Calenhad? What happened between Vigil’s Keep and Kirkwall?
  • Thursday, May 5th
    “A world where every mage can learn to use their gifts and still return home at night. Where no mother ever need hide her child… or lose him to the fear of his neighbors.”
    Go back before Justice, before the Joining, before the year of Solitary. This is Young Anders Day. What was life like with his family before his magic? Did he find a mentor in the Circle? What knowledge did teenage Anders bestow upon his peers?
  • Friday, May 6th
    “Everyone needs a pet.”
    Anders deserves all the cats! Mr Wiggums in Ferelden, Ser Pounce at Vigil’s Keep.  Share your art, fic, headcanons, and drabbles about the kittles in Anders’ life.
  • Saturday, May 7th
    “Ten years from now… a hundred years from now, someone like you will love someone like me, and there won’t be any Templars to tear them apart.”
    Free Space on your Bingo Sheet, it’s AU day! Share a fic of your modern Anders, scribble a Mermanders, it’s up to you!
  • Sunday, May 8th
    “Can you cure a beheading? The dreams of Tranquil mages are severed - there is nothing left of them to fix.”
    In a post DAI world how does Anders learn about the reversal of Tranquility? What is his reaction? Have a fic reflecting his thoughts on Karl? Is he welcomed back into society and allowed to bring the cure himself to the Tranquil of Thedas?

Thank you to the AMAZING @beammetothemoon for the fantastic banner for the week! 

anonymous asked:

A4f with pirate!Elsa and Queen!Anna - Shades ;)

Elsanna High Seas AU w/Sexual Tension (Pirate!Elsa, Queen!Anna) Oh dear. My instinct would have been to swap Elsa and Anna’s roles, but I think I did okay with this regardless. Here you guys go! Wordcount: 915

(Progress report on the Helping Hands/Guiding Ice sequel is in the A/N at the bottom!)


“Presenting the merchant, Elsa Winters.”

Elsa strode into the audience chamber and executed a sweeping curtsy. “Your Majesty.”

“Arise,” said a clear voice.

Elsa straightened up and glanced around. To her surprise, she seemed to have been ushered into the queen’s private audience chamber. The room was much smaller than she was expecting. At the other end of the room, Queen Anna of Arendelle perched on a throne.

The queen raised her scepter and gestured to her guards at the edge of the room. “Leave us,” she said.

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Planes.....Pt. 3

Immediately after coming back from our vacation, I started packing. It’s crazy that we’re moving this fast, so soon, but it’s honestly been long overdue. While moving in together is a big step for the growth of our relationship, I have some reservations, due to the failed marriage I have under my belt. Even though I’m a little scared that this can ruin our relationship…Humph, like they say, you never really get to know a person until you live together…I can’t let my worries get in the way of us trying to progress. We’re finally becoming a family now, just the two of us. I continued to give myself a mental pep talk and make sure I packed all the essentials from my closet, when Moses walked in. He had just come back from renting a small truck, since all my crap definitely wouldn’t fit in my car. Him walking in, meant this was it, making a nervous pit form in my stomach. As I tried to hold it together, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I caught the sent of his favorite D&G cologne, which smelled so damn good, causing me to ignore my nervousness. He was here for me, for us, that’s all I needed to be focused on.   

“Baby, I can tell your ass is over here feeling all crazy. There ain’t shit to worry about and you know it.” He said, kissing my neck. 

“Alright Mo, you need to stop.” I said, giggling. “But, you’re right…you know how I am with change. I’m just being silly, ignore me.” 

“Trust, I wasn’t worried…I already said you don’t have a choice.” *smirking*  “Anyway, let me start putting this stuff in the truck. You sit your pretty ass down and don’t try to lift this heavy shit. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself struggling down the stairs.”

“See, Imma let you get that because your doing everything yourself instead of hiring people.” I said, making him laugh as he kissed my cheek. 

Once everything was loaded in the truck, I took one last look at the closet I designed myself. It wasn’t much, but I was proud of my work, when Ryan and I brought this home years ago. Shit, I’m definitely glad that ship has sailed. When I met Moses well before we moved here, I never imagined that I would end up with him, let alone his ass being changed, truly happy and in love with me just as much as I am in love with him. Smiling at that thought, I grabbed the one remaining bag and shut off the lights as I went downstairs. While today we only moved my clothes and things I can’t live without, the rest of my stuff will be slowly put in storage by movers so I can sort through it later. I took one last walk-through of the house before I went outside of my home, eager and ready to make his, my new one. We brought most of my stuff to his bedroom and I began unpacking. My man, was supposed to be helping me but he conveniently disappeared and finally showed up after an hour. When he walked in I stared at him, jokingly of course, and waited for an explanation.    

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing I’m in trouble??” He said, grinning.

“Humph, I haven’t decided yet. So, where did you dip off to? I thought you were helping me?” 

“I guess you forgot that I had to pick up the most important thing for your move…The DVR.”

“Oh hell yes!…I totally did though…I guess you’re off the hook.” I said, smirking. “But hold up, even so, what took you so long to come up here?”

“Since you insisted on it just being us today, with no help, I was on the phone with tech support struggling to install it and download your recordings. That shit was hell.” He said, as we both laughed. 

“Awww…Thank you baby. And just for that i’m going to change so we can finally catch up.” 

“I don’t think that’s the type of reward I’m looking for but I’ll take it.” He said sarcastically as he headed back down to the living room.”

I picked out some PJ’s, took my hair out, wrapped it, and put my bonnet on. When I walked in, he had a whole spread of burgers, soda and snacks to go with my binge watching. I got around to finishing four episodes of Love and Hip Hop Atlanta before I started drifting in and out of sleep from the days activities and the food I devoured.  

Moses tried to prevent me from going to sleep, but finally gave up and continued watching the show. I was only asleep for a few minutes until I woke back up and heard him say:

“She knocked out and I’m over here watching the rest of the show. She’s my world, Pops. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I could really get used to this. But let me get back to the show, its funny as hell.  Dude kinda looks like you did when used to get caught cheating and shit.” 

As he hung up his phone, I heard his uncle tell him to shut up and curse him out laughing in the process and I couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh word, you gonna play me like that??” He said, tickling me. “How much did you hear, eavesdropper?”

“Only the part that I’m your world, and you could get used to this. Shit, don’t tempt me…This, will be your routine every night.” 

“As long as it ends with you naked in our bed, I’ll allow it.”

“Humph, don’t tempt me with that either.” 

“Aight bet…”

“Boy bye…I don’t think “my kitty’s”, gong to like that very much and with your horny ass, that really means more than once.” 

“Hey, it was worth a try right?” 

“Mm-hum…sure.” I said, as we both laughed while he rewound the show to the part I missed. 

As I started watching the show again, he stroked and kissed my arm. It was at that moment I realized that I too “could get used to this.” That this was our new life now and I couldn’t be anymore pleased with it. 


Hey guys. So it happened, I finally hit 1000 followers. Crazy, I know. Tumblr and the cloneclub in general have been so welcoming for these last three months that I’ve been wasting my life away on this crazy site, and I just wanted to return the favour. From the tatianapocalypse to these past few weeks of insanity and everything in between, y'all have been great.

Below are some of the hella cool people that are either mutuals or so awesome I don’t even care if they don’t follow me because I’m still going to promo them. They are all super rad so you should check out their blogs if you haven’t already. Also there are like hundreds more fabulous tumblrers that totally deserve to be on this list too, and I probably forgot some really important people (I often forget important things) so if you aren’t here, odds are I still love you!!

First off I have to shout out my real life besties who’ve stuck around for many years before tumblr was even a thing, and hopefully will let me stick around them for many more years to come:

Paige-sherbatsky: one third of our dynamic woo girl trio. Real life best friend, How I Met Your Mother addict and one of the greatest people I know. Avid Robin Sparkles fangirl and the fearless pilot of a party sunfire.

HowIMetLostGirl: the other third of our dynamic woo girl trio. Real life best friend, fellow Whedonite, and another one of the greatest people I know. Also intense white-girl badminton player and COD zombie slayer.

Now some of the fabulous cloneclubbers of tumblr:

Natural-variation: one of the raddest science analyzing people I know and the perfect person to talk about theories for hours and hours and hours with. Real life Cosima of a sort, and fearless defender of the science behind fingerprints.

Sharkodactyl: benevolent overlord of the three sentence fanfictions. If you aren’t following the sharkodactyl, then change that right away, because she will make you ship ships you never thought would sail and simultaneously rip your heart out in three sentences.

i-effed-it-all-up: referred to as the “cloneclub den mother” somewhere along the way. I think of her as the queen of witty OB text posts because I swear she must have a stockpile of genius somewhere. Also one of the co-creators of Smells Like Teen Spirit, alternatively titled Rip Your Heart Out and Make You Cry Over a High School AU

krazyhippo66: another kind soul who’s name appears everywhere. The other co-author of the soul-wrenching SLTS. If you haven’t read this fic, it is the single reason many people ship soccercop as hard as they do. I went into it thinking hey, soccercop could happen. I left sobbing and I haven’t stopped since.

Alisonsgotthewineglass: my former url seestra (back when she was alisonsgotthegluegun) Also writes literally the best tags out of anyone and please take the time to read them if you ever see her posts because they are effin fantastic.

Happyjacq: the lovely one who keeps us warm with fireside chats and runs redherry. The queen of analysis to whom we should all bow down and present with the Atwood trophy of literary greatness (this is a thing, I will make it a thing) Also the bravest soul I know for trying so hard to avoid season 2 spoilers of any kind.

Masbros: proof that if you publically display your love of fandoms, it will attract like-minded people who you’ll soon find out are already following you on tumblr and you’ll literally have one of those surreal “accidently meeting a follower in real life” moments, which I don’t think I’ll ever recover from. Thanks for noticing my stickers! 

Other fabulous cloneclubbers include:


A-gay-fangirlAccio-cosimaAelberethgilthonielAlison-soccerbitch-hendrixAlison-would-make-it-look-pinkAlisonhendrixxAlisonniehausAlisonsjointAlisonxirdnehAyehendrixAynsleys-scarfBecausecosimaBetchildsBlackcosimaCatchingfireballsClonesbiansCophine-addictCophine-sideffectsCophineaddictCophinescockerspanielsCosimas-glassesCosimaandthecloneclubCosimanie-haus, Cosima-hella-niehausCosimaintheblack, CosmosniehausCornersoftoday


DaniellefournierrDaydreaming-parawhore, Delphinecormeir, DelphuckEbrodevoFabgaylespezFee-lixdawkins, Genetically-identicalGeneticallycomplexHelenas-hoodI-hate-yogaIamannaishImmunologieItsnotalie-itsnotpossibleJinglepieKirasmonkeybumface


Manning-can, ManninqManymaslanysMaslanianMini-cloneMinimalistfurnitureNe0lutionNiehauseNowletsgostealsomebikes, OrphanblackOrphanhellaPerspicacioussociopathPetrrcapaldiPunk-rock-scienceQueencosimaQueerasgob


Redherry, SaltwaterrheartSanetwinShannoonieStupidsuburbanalison,  SuccbuscloneTatianaceptionTatianazmaslanyTatsrathat, TinytmasThats-oddly-romanticTmascloneWe-have-a-connection, Willow-jessica-cosimaWithsometeaandtoastYeah-ditto-obvsYou-re-such-a-brat3mlm

There are literally hundreds of fabulous cloneclubbers I follow or follow me, and they are fantastic people. Since I created this blog on christmas day almost three months ago I’ve gotten to know so many wonderful people and interact with so many rad fans and bloggers. You all are really fantastic!

Cheers cloneclub, and thanks for the good times!