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@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!

It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.

One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.

“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”

“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”

Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.

“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”

“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”

“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.

“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”

“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”

“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”

“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.

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spoiler alert.

Originally posted by xendozo

(joe keery x reader)

request: oh oh oh! Joe Keery meets Y/N when being interviewed and she’s like the camera woman or something and he invites her out on the town with the rest of the older cast and it’s drinks and love, you know! And Y/N ends up at Joe’s hotel room

summary: of course you and joe would bond over something as dumb as spoiling movies and tv shows you’ve (mostly) already seen to each other. weirdly enough, it also kind of is a massive turn on for joe. huh.

word count: 4, 532

a/n: so there are a lot of spoilers in here, but none for stranger things (go figure). but here are the movies and shows that are: star wars episode v, star wars episode vii, fight club, the handmaid’s tale, game of thrones, the sixth sense, 30 rock, harry potter and the halfblood prince. 

At least once a month, you post a picture of you wearing an all black outfit on Instagram with the caption let’s play a game called production blacks or emo (or a variation of that incredibly worn out joke). When you’re filming a live event, it’s all black, even down to your shoes. You can’t count the number of times that you’ve thrown on black sneakers, only to notice that they’ve got a white stripe down the sides. Which means running around the venue, trying to find some black duct tape or a black Sharpie to color it in.

In your college classes, you can remember multiple professors drilling it into your brain - people behind the camera should be invisible, to blend in with the background so everyone forgets that you’re there. On sets with scripted content, it’s a different story. But for anything else, you’ve got to be background noise. And you’re fine with that. There’s a kind of comfort that comes with being able to just settle into the background and watch the action go on around you.

Which is why it’s so unnerving when he noticed you.

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There is an element to this journey into the dark that I’m only now beginning to appreciate.  // What’s that? //  How good it feels.

TV Guide Interview with SPN Executive Producer Andrew Dabb on S13:

TV Guide: Even for Supernatural, the season finale was dark: shocking deaths, disappearances, a hellish alternate Earth. Will next season be close to a reboot?

Dabb: Yes. I’m not sure we’ve had a finale that has the body count and kind of ramifications that this one had. The Lucifer story became a setup for what we want to explore in Season 13. We’ve delved into alternate realities before, but we’re taking it to an extreme.

TVG: What are some of those explorations?

Dabb: What does it mean that Jack (Alexander Calvert) is Lucifer’s kid and Mary and Lucifer are together in the alt Apocalypse World? Plus Castiel, Crowley and Rowena all appear to be dead. That’s fertile ground for next season.

TVG: Are these beloved characters really dead and gone? 

Dabb: No one’s ever really dead on Supernatural, but I’m not saying that any of them will necessarily be back - at least for a while. 

TVG: Sam and Dean must care for the motherless Jack. Are they intent on siphoning his angel grace to make the incredibly powerful Nephilim more human?

Dabb: That’s the question, but if they [do], he’ll lose his power and be unable to open the door to get Mary back. The guys may have some conflict over that. 

TVG: Will we quickly learn whether Jack is evil like his father? 

Dabb: He had an evil source, but he’s a blank slate. It’s a nature-nurture thing. If Season 12 was about children coming to terms with their moms as adults, then Season 13 is very much about Sam and Dean as parents.

TVG: Castiel had a vision of paradise that he believed Lucifer’s child would bring about. This being Supernatural, was he lying to comfort Jack’s mother, Kelly? 

Dabb: Cas believed it, but was it the unborn kid showing Cas what he wanted to see? Like you said, this is Supernatural

TVG: The Apocalypse World that Lucifer and Mary are trapped in is anything but paradise. On the other hand, long-dead family friend Bobby Singer is there as a hunter!

Dabb: The fun thing about the alternative Earth is that it allows us to bring back a lot of characters in ways that are not pure. Every other Supernatural character could theoretically have an entirely new life there. We’re going to have a war zone unlike anything we’ve seen.

TVG: If Sam and Dean try to get their mother back from that world, Lucifer could be back too, yes?

Dabb: Yes. There are a lot of other big players too, like Archangel Michael, who could be more evil than what we’ve already seen.” 

via TV Guide’s Comic-Con Special (x

On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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Problems That Make Me Close a Book:

1.      A character looking into the mirror on the first page so that the author can tell me the reader what that character looks like physically. This just doesn’t matter to me and makes me suspect that the rest of the story won’t be what I’m interested in, either.

2.      Starting with a battle scene or some other action scene in order to make me as a reader immediately engaged in action. I’m not going to care about characters dying if I’ve never met them before and I AM going to feel manipulated. Not a good look for a writer.

3.      Telling everything in narrative rather than in scenes. This is less a problem about backstory than it is about letting me make my own judgments about events. Narrative means the author is making judgments. Scenes means I get to make those judgments.

4.      Story cliches that aren’t changed in some meaningful way (despite what they say about Joseph Campbell, you can’t tell me the same hero story without some significant changes and keep me on board). I’ve read a lot and if you don’t surprise me, I’d probably rather just go back and read some of my old favorites instead.

5.      Characters who act in what feel to me like stereotypical gendered ways. I don’t know people who act like this, so they don’t feel real to me.

6.      Offensive racial stereotypes. I know it will sound to some like I’m just acting very politically correctly. The truth is, this hasn’t always bothered me. It’s started now that I’ve expanded my reading to include writers of color, and going back to some older writers is painful. Newer writers doing the same thing, well, I have little sympathy.

7.      Stories with a lesson. This is often a problem in writers who want to write for children, but it happens in adult fiction, as well. Guess what? I don’t read books to learn lessons. Not even non-fiction. I may want information, but that’s not the same thing.

8.      Books that feel like TV shows/movies I’ve already seen a thousand versions of.

9.      Characters whose inner thoughts are boring and unintelligent.

10.  Stupid worldbuilding, where there are obvious mistakes in science that even I, as a nonscientist can see. Or where the economy isn’t explained. Or where history is just too simple.

I’m not every reader and I’m not an editor, but I suspect that I’m not the only one who uses a list similar to this one.

Tacky, cheap, ugly. The writers will regret the fuck out of this. If this was always the plan, it should have been done in S2, there was no need to fuck around with a wedding. They actually killed off the one person who’s absence would irrevocably alter the very foundation of the show & for what? A three second cheap twist that the audience will resent forever? Ended the best written relationship/marriage on TV right now so Jane can get back with her ex? Be miserable for two seconds before a time jump? Start from the beginning & redo the same things we’ve already seen for 3 seasons? OH, AND RUINED THE BEST BROMANCE TELEVISION HAS EVER SEEN?

Ahhhh. I can’t believe I thought Jane The Virgin was the one show that wasn’t infested with the usual CW stupidity & garbage tropes. You almost had me, fuckers.

Caitlin Moran on Benedict Cumberbatch

I just had the chance to interview this amazing woman, and I couldn’t NOT ask her about Benedict. I had to ask about her meeting him and drinking with the guy. Her response? Funniest thing ever …

“He is utterly, utterly lovely. When Sherlock started in our country, I’d already seen it because I was a TV critic. So when it first broadcast, I was up on Twitter going, ‘Women, believe me, you’ll want to turn your televisions on in ten minutes.’

"So I was watching Sherlock again, and I was drinking while I was watching it. The first couple tweets were like, 'As you can see, this is a very quality drama.’ Then, the third one was like, 'God, he’s beautiful.’

"Then, the fifth one was, 'I would climb him like a tree. I would do him until security pulled me off, and then, I would wank at him from behind a door.’ I was becoming increasingly hysterical, because he was so beautiful.

"What I didn’t know was that the entire cast and crew were together at Steven Moffat’s house, and Steven Moffat was on Twitter. I know him, and he was following me and reaching over to pass his iPhone to Benedict every time I tweeted and showing Benedict all my tweets.

"So as consequence, when I met him on the set a couple weeks later to do a feature about it, he looked slightly nervous. But he’s just so lovely and oddly teenaged. Apparently, I got him into Radiohead, which is really cool.

"Plus, if you get him drunk, he’ll do impressions of Sherlock and Smaug the dragon. You couldn’t find better company if you tried. He’s utterly adorable. When you get to know him, you can even call him 'Benny.’”

Thanks to Caitlin Moran for being such a great sport and an amazing author :) Please check out her new book, How to Build a Girl!

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Hey! In a couple months, my academics are gonna kick into high gear so I decided to make this blog for the motivation and stuff

So here’s some things about me:

•hs junior

My goals:
•career: bioinformatics research
•intending to major in biology and minor computer science
•obtain a PhD in bioinformatics

My academics:
•In the fall, I’m going to be starting a 2-year Bioscience Technologies college-prep program, which requires me to transfer to a much larger school (5x the size of my current one), though with that comes more academic opportunities
•my courses: AP US History, Honors Spanish IV, Honors English 11, and Honors Algebra II (really taking advantage of all the courses) alongside the bio program classes

•biology (molecular biology, genetics, evolution, DNA sequencing, etc.)
•computer science (analytics, programming, research)
•women’s history (suffrage, prohibition, ERA, rights of other countries, pre-suffrage, etc)
•quirky parts of history people forget to mention, kinda just history in general
•gardening and plants (succulents, vegetables, trees)
•baking, specializing in cupcakes
•reading, not just books but everything
•writing and making lists
•tea, mostly herbal
•walks and adventures
•currently have a part time jobs at a grocery store
•like background noise, music and tv shows I’ve already seen

There’s probably more I should mention, but I can’t think of anything right now.

Blogs that have inspired me:

So nice to meet you, I’m looking forward to chatting with you guys and joining the studyblr community! And feel free to talk to me whenever :)

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38. Soak :)



Izuku looks up from where he’s sprawled out across a couch in the common room, his book in his lap where he had leisurely been going over his notes while the rest of their class was engrossed in a movie that he’d already seen twelve times. They’re loud and rowdy in front of the television, and none of them even twitched when Katsuki had called to him softly from the doorway.

But Izuku does, and the face Katsuki’s wearing is one of weariness, well hidden by the impressive scowl that twists his face. He stands quietly and follows Katsuki back to Izuku’s room without a word, locking the door behind him and letting Katsuki pull him down onto the red and blue sheets of Izuku’s bed.

Katsuki curls close, burying his head under Izuku’s chin and tangling their legs together while Izuku obediently pets his head, running scarred fingers through the wild spikes of blonde hair.

He can feel Katsuki relax in increments, the stress of looming finals and graduation and job offerings sliding away, and Izuku lets his own worries rest along beside them as they go. He presses his face to the top of Katsuki’s head and breathes him in, soaking up all the warmth and comfort Katsuki can give him, with Katsuki’s broad chest pressed flush to his front and strong hands flat against his back.

It feels safe, here in Katsuki’s arms, comforting and familiar and a bit like home.

Hey everyone!

Here it is!!! We are only days away from 6 new episodes of Steven Universe. Just wanted to make a quick PSA regarding the upcoming episodes. As we all know, the episodes will be released on exclusively the CN app on November 10th, and according to some posts I’ve read (Although I’m not certain) on TV sometime in December. There is a very large gap between these dates so it’s very likley that by the time they’re on TV, that they would have already be seen by most fans.

This leads to my point. PLEASE try your best to watch them on the app when they’re released (Preferably before people start posting them on third party sites). While I’m not sure how CN works when it comes to which episodes are free, it is VERY important that we support offical releases to help our show gain views! Same goes to when it airs on TV, even if you’ve seen them dozens of times by the time they come put PLEASE try to catch the episodes on live TV as well!

Help show CN that we still care about Steven Universe 💕🌹⭐

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Here you bloody go, I wrote half of this whilst I was drunk and didn’t bothe proof reading so bloody ENJOY. 

Word count: 1952

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters


“Hey, are you there?”

My head snapped around from my book to check my radio on my bedside table—I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or if Steve Rogers was paging me at 3am in the morning.

“Hellllooooo,” the radio crackled again—I wasn’t imagining it.

“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice filled with curiosity—what the hell did he want?

“I knew you’d be awake,” I could practically hear him smile down the line—I didn’t have to see him to know that his stupid grin was plastered on his stupid face.

“Well yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I set down my book, “I literally told you this morning that I haven’t been able to go to sleep before 5am.”

“Meet me in the stairwell of level 12,” He completely ignored the fact that I’d outed him.

“What?!” Why the fuck did he want to meet in the damn stairwell? “Are you joking?” There was no way he was being serious.

“I’m being one hundred per cent serious, five minutes, I expect you there.”

“Jesus,” I huffed down the line, “way to be pushy, but yeah okay whatever, see you in five.” I rolled out of bed and shoved myself into my dressing gown, praying that whatever he had in store for me was worth leaving the comfort of my sheets.

“You better have a good reason for doing this Rogers,” I said monotonously as trudged up the stair with him. I’d met him on level 12 like he’d requested and he’d graciously let me know that we’d be walking up two more levels because our stupid elevator was down.

“Trust me,” he stopped in front of the door to level 14, “You’re going to love it.” He pulled out a key from his back pocket and I wondered to myself why the door was locked in the first place.

“So,” he turned to me as he shoved the key in, “this is where I come when I can’t sleep and I want to share it with you.” He opened the door slowly before standing aside so that I could make my way through.

“Uh—“ I could feel my throat run dry as I lost all sense of how to speak. “Um, yeah okay.” I was so nervous, I’d never had anyone share their safe space with me before and I didn’t know how I was going to cope.

My heart began to race as I made my way inside—I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been an indoor garden. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Despite only being dimly lit by lanterns the garden was breath-taking. There were vines covering the walls, bushy ferns in the corners, garden beds filled with almost every flower possible and most importantly, there was a lily pond, right in the centre of the room.

“Holy shit Steve, this is beautiful.” I just couldn’t understand how what I was seeing managed to exist, how had he had the time?

“Your favourite flowers are lilies right?” He raised an eyebrow as he took my hand—I almost jolted away, I hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yeah, wait how do you know that?”

“What?” he said as he sat down on a small bench in the middle of the room right next to the lily pond. “You think I don’t listen to you when you ramble on in the kitchen?”

“Yeah!” I laughed lightly as I sat down beside him, “No one ever listens to me when I ramble.”

“I listen,” he entwined his hand with mine again and I gulped uncomfortably. “I know your favourite flowers are lilies, that you’re afraid of the dark AND the ocean. I know that your favourite book is a tale of two cities and that you read it every night because you can’t sleep till early parts of the morning.” He used his free hand to nudge my face towards his. “I know that when I wake up the first thing I think about is what your daily joke is going to be, I know I think about knocking on your door every night and asking you out to dinner—“

“You what?!” I didn’t think he realised what he was saying, “Steve—“

“I’m being serious,” his thumb grazed over my knuckles. “I’m not good at this whole dating thing you know?”

I nodded sincerely, he’d complained to me about it a few times and I truly felt bad.

“But I want to try with you, honestly.”

“With me?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d never thought about Steve in that way. I mean I’d always thought he was good looking, but I never considered dating him. It made me giddy to think that someone actually listened to all the stupid things I had to say—everyone else just seemed to brush me off, Steve never had and I’d only just noticed that.

“Yes,” he nodded, “with you.” He leaned over to fish out a lily from the pond. “So will you?” He held it out to me with the most innocent eyes and I’d never been so mesmerised by a man before. I was seeing someone in a whole new light and I honestly couldn’t believe I’d missed it.

I wasn’t sure completely, but the way he was presenting himself made me want to try. “I mean,” I admired the flower for a second before plucking it gently from his hand. “There’s no harm in trying.”

“Perfect,” he grinned, “How about I pick you up at 7pm tomorrow?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Three knocks on the door let my nervous stomach know that Steve was at the door. 7pm had taken all day to arrive and I’d spent all morning feeling like I was going to be nervous.

“Hi,” I smiled as I opened the door to a nervous looking Captain—who to my surprise was holding a bouquet of peonies.

“Hi,” he replied as he cracked his knuckles nervously. “I—um—got these for you.” He held out the flowers to me and I graciously accepted them before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you—I might start my own garden at this rate.” I motioned for him to come inside as I trudged towards my shelves so that I could locate a vase.

He let out a small laugh as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Don’t think I’m helping, I’ve got a whole one of my own to look after and barely any time.”

I laughed—really laughed and I had no idea why, because his joke hadn’t been that funny. It was clear that things were changing and I wasn’t complaining, because I knew it was for the better.

“It’s okay I might just get Bucky to help out,” I teased knowing he would hate it.

He scrunched up his face “I mean sure, go ahead.”

“Stop it,” it was my turn to place an encouraging hand on his shoulder, usually that was his job.

“I won’t lie,” he smirked, “that made me slightly jealous.”

I laughed lightly “I could tell.”

“You know what,” he looked towards my TV, “how about we forget the dinner reservations, we’ll order some take away and we can watch any show you want to.”

“You’re kidding, I would fucking love that.” I’d never felt so relieved in my life—I hated dates, the thought of them made me nervous to the point where I was almost sick—I was surprised that I hadn’t already vomited.

“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked towards my sofa. It was times like these I was thankful that Tony had given me a master bedroom.

“Do you mind if I change?” I asked, already unzipping my dress, not waiting for his answer.

“Sure,” he gulped.

I smiled to myself as I flung the dress I was wearing back into my cupboard—I knew he was watching me.

I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and made my way over to the sofa.

“So,” I said as I plopped myself down beside him “have you watched stranger things?”

“No,” he shook his head, “but people keep telling me it’s good.”

“Wonderful,” I grabbed the remote from beside me, “you’re about to be shown a masterpiece Rogers.”

I’d fallen asleep at about episode 5 of season 1—I assumed that all the wriggling Steve was doing was because he was trying to regain feeling in his arm.

“Shit,” I recoiled, “I’m so sorry.” Trust me to have fallen asleep on my date.

“No!” he quickly stopped me, “it’s okay!”

“Are you enjoying it?” I smiled as I looked towards the TV. I’d already seen season 1 which was probably why I’d fallen asleep—that and the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep, despite being shown Steve’s beautiful garden.

“It’s good—but,” he placed his knuckle under my chin and I felt a shiver run through my body. “I think I would rather be spending my time doing this—“ before I could gather what he meant, he was already crashing his lips against mine and boy I wasn’t complaining.

Everything about him was gentle and I just couldn’t handle it—I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, eliciting a groan from him as his threaded his fingers through my hair.

“Shit,” I moaned against his mouth as he decided to act with more urgency. We were like hungry animals—Steve Rogers was something that had been in front of me for so long and I hadn’t known I’d needed him until he was shoving his tongue down my throat.

“Please don’t rip my shirt off,” he joked—I really was tugging hard, my brain clearly didn’t understand he was already as close as he could be.

“I’m so tempted to,” I tugged hard again, just to show him I meant it.

“I don’t have expendable funds to buy more shirts to take you on dates—“ he breathed before placing a trail of kisses down my neck.

“Oh my god,” I sucked in a breath, “do not fucking do that again or I’ll literally rip all your damn clothes off.”

“Oh?” he had the audacity to do it again, but ten times slower.

“That’s it—“ suddenly I was struggling his belt buckle, but he was pushing me away.

“No,” he scolded as he pulled away. “No, no.”

“Why not?” I really didn’t see why it was a problem.

“I just—“ he turned away, “I’m sorry—shit, this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’d really just like to wait, I want this to mean more.”

I grabbed his hand, “stop it Steve, it’s not stupid at all, I get it I promise.”

“Yeah?” he turned back towards me.

“Yes.” I wrapped my pinky around his, “look, why don’t you sleep—we can finish the series tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled my head towards him and planted a kiss against my forehead, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight Steven.” I stole a quick kiss from his lips, my head feeling somewhat giddy at the fact that I was seeing him the next day.

“Oh wait,” he fished for something in his pocket and finally picked out a key. “This is for you,” he held it out to me, “your personal key to the garden for when you can’t sleep.”

Attached to the key was a small lily key ring and I swear I felt like crying.

“Get out,” I scolded as I grabbed the key, “hurry before I kiss you again.”

He let out a loud laugh, “goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”


Throwback to days Richonne wasn’t official but evidences was everywhere.❤

One of the healthiest relationships ever seen on TV