also i'm not sure how much i like how this looks but i'm tired and i want it to be done so

hey guys uuuhhhh pirate / mermaid au with pirate thief sloane and mermaid hurley bc the discord was talking abt it and i lov it

  • so sloane is an infamous thief in the pirate world, but no one knows what she looks like as she disguises herself each time she joins a crew
  • she joins thm & gains their trust during their long voyages, but unbeknownst to thm, she’s robbing thm fucking blind
  • when she’s gotten all she thinks she can afford to steal, she scoots off at the next stop, not rlly wanting to stay longer than she needs to
  • the treasure isn’t just for her tho. she gives it to those who are going thru hard times, to ppl who actually need it
  • when all tht is done, she heads back to find another crew to sucker; she’s been doing this same plan for forever and she hasn’t once gotten caught
  • not yet anyways
  • this new crew is cautious, too cautious for sloane’s liking, but she still joins thm. she knows they must hav some good treasure if they’re being this careful abt it
  • but her worst fear becomes reality when a crew mate sees her sneaking a big ol gem into her pocket. sloane was too slow, and god does tht shock her for a while
  • as they decide what to do w her, sloane is freaking out. what the fuck is she going to do ??? she can’t get out of this one, there’s no where else to go
  • she knows it’s over when they decide to make her walk the plank. it’s always the fucking plank with these people
  • as she looks down into the sea, she prays to any god tht will listen. this isn’t how she wanted to go, not so soon
  • thank god someone had been looking out for her then, someone she had no idea even existed
  • hurley. hurley had been spying on the ship for a while now. she always spied on ships, but this time it was different bc. well bc she saw sloane

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I love your blog SO MUCH💕💕💕 I'm always re-reading the hc and i want to request a hc with rfa+v+Saeran where Mc doesnt mind thunder and lightning during the day but like gets very scared at nigh. I'm weird in that way so i want to know how they would react and comfort her!

Not weird at all! Hope you like these.


  • He cooked you dinner and invited you over to his house
  • When you got there, it was nice and sunny
  • But as time went…the sun went down…and it started raining really hard out of the blue
  • He steps out quickly to grab something from the convenience store across the street
  • That’s when the thunder and the lightning began
  • When he got back to his house, he noticed you were sitting stiffly on the couch and looked pale
  • He walks towards you slowly and asks if you’re okay
  • You try to pass it off as nothing, but thunder boomed and you jumped
  • You see a small smirk slip on his face “Are you…afraid of thunder?”
  • He won’t say it out loud, but he finds it kind of cute
  • He puts music on to try to block out the noise
  • He pulls you to your feet and starts dancing with you in the living room
  • You end up being so distracted, you don’t even notice the thunder and lightning anymore


  • You two were playing some games at his place
  • And suddenly the power went out
  • You two were confused until you see a flash of lightning and hear the thunder
  • He feels you clutch the back of his shirt tightly
  • He kind of gathers that you’re a bit afraid
  • He calmly stands with you and finds some flashlights
  • You feel a little better with the light…until the batteries die a few minutes later
  • He feels you tense up again and he hurries to light some candles
  • The dim light and having him so close is actually really nice…and comforting
  • He even presses a little kiss to your nose and you can feel butterflies in your stomach
  • “Actually…I think this is the most romantic thing we’ve done!”
  • He says before turning to grab something and tripping on air
  • His dignity is hurt, but it’s okay because you’re laughing


  • You guys were making some DIY things for the apartment
  • You lost track of time and before you know it, it’s nighttime
  • Then there’s the sound of thunder and the lights start flickering
  • Your first instinct is to grab Jaehee’s wrist
  • She grabs your arm and squeezes it reassuringly, and you let go
  • She calmly asks if you’d like some tea
  • She doesn’t even comment on how you’re shaky and a little jumpy
  • If you don’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t want to pry
  • She’ll just make sure you always have something to distract you when the thunder hits
  • Either by pushing food towards you, or making some random comment
  • It’s funny because as the storm continues, she’s running out of coments
  • “Oh! MC–er–look at the plate!”
  • It’s sweet though, so you try not to laugh
  • You feel so much calmer despite how long the storm goes


  • He had huge, open windows in the living room of his penthouse
  • It was the worst place to be if you were scared of lightning
  • It also happened to be where you were that evening
  • When the storm started, you tried not to be obvious
  • Jumin can sense you’re being tense out of nowhere
  • But he can’t seem to figure out why
  • Finally, he just asks you because you don’t really seem like you’re happy
  • You reluctantly admit that you’re a little shaken by the thunder and lightning
  • Thunder booms again, and you can hear Elizabeth hiss
  • Jumin scoops her up and closes the curtains
  • He places her on your lap and sits next to you with his arm around your shoulder
  • “She hates lightning storms too. You can keep each other company.”
  • You didn’t think it would work, but just petting Elizabeth and talking casually to Jumin made you forget all about the storm


  • You were in the car with him as he drove home from your date
  • It was drizzling when you left which was fine, but the rain got heavier as it got darker
  • You get a bit uneasy as it beats down against the windshield
  • But when the thunder and lightning strikes on the horizon, you’re clutching the edge of your seat tightly
  • It doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of nowhere, so your phones are radio weren’t getting a signal
  • You’re vaguely aware of Seven pulling over
  • He shifts himself to face you and gently takes your hands
  • He rubs your palms with his thumb and just reassures you until you stop shaking
  • After it all, he just pulls you into hug
  • You just smile, “Thanks for pulling over to comfort me, Seven.”
  • “Oh…of course. And, um, I don’t mean to worry you but we have a flat tire.”
  • Despite having to spend half the night in a car in the middle of a thunderstorm, you weren’t as traumatized as you thought you would’ve been as Seven made sure you smiled intermittently


  • He stopped by at your apartment one evening
  • You two were just enjoying some ice cream when it started raining
  • You didn’t mind it that much since the TV was pretty loud to cover up the initial thunder
  • But lightning struck a transformer nearby and the power went out
  • Soon after the thunder boomed again and you started, making your spoonful of ice cream fall into Saeran’s leg
  • He just kind of stares at it for a moment
  • “Are you scared of thunder?” He deadpans
  • You’re scrambling to wipe up the mess while explaining that you only get antsy when it’s at night
  • He cuts you off by kissing you on the mouth
  • When he pulls away, he acts like nothing ever happened
  • But he mumbles something about you holding his hand if you need to
  • For once in your life, you’re thankful for your fear


  • You’re at his apartment when the storm comes out of the blue
  • You jump as soon as the thunder starts, and he can already tell you’re frightened of it at night
  • But he tells you to wait on the couch and he fetches his camera
  • He points it out of the window and snaps a few pics
  • He returns to you on the couch, placing an arm around you to comfort you a little
  • He shows you the picture of the lightning and describes it with such beautiful words
  • His description pretty much coaxes you
  • You even manage to stand with him by the window and watch a few strikes of lightning before you can’t stand it anymore
  • After that, he makes some tea for the both of you and puts the music louder so you two can cuddle peacefully on the couch 

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Show Recap – 04/03/17

I’ve seen the show a few times now, so at this point I’m fairly picky about what I want to see. I have favourite versions of scenes and lines. I have favourite actors and actresses in the various roles. While every performance is always amazing, I have two main criteria for what constitutes a Good Show, as in, an above average performance of the play. 1. I want it to make me feel something. I want someone to make me cry, or flail, or laugh uproariously, or have to bury my face in my scarf to contain all my emotions. 2. I want to gain new insight into the characters, or the story, or the show itself. During this particular performance, both criteria were absolutely and completely met. 

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So I got some bad news today. Health stuff wise. This is personal stuff that’ll likely have a big impact on my writing, but ultimately it’s still personal so I’m going to put it under a read more. I apologise in advance to people phone-browsing.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, again! I'm your office nonny from yesterday (I'd log in but I forgot the password... again). Anyway, are you me? Literally, every week someone on my floor gets pregnant. They're popping out of the snow like daisies! :O On topic, might I request 14 friendshippy gen with Shiro and whichever one of the Pals you like? Bonus for a peanut gallery of the other three. I'm all about that dancing Shiro! :D Thanks!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

“You can’t possibly be sitting this one out.”

Shiro glanced over as Lance sat down in the chair next to him.  His brows were up in question as he flopped down, stretching his legs out in front of him.  One of the local aliens had to suddenly step around them, and they shot Lance a flat look that he either ignored or didn’t see at all.

Looking down at his chair, Shiro arched a brow.  “Apparently I can be.”

Lance stuck out his tongue.  “That wasn’t a pun.  I’m not Hunk.  Don’t make this into something we’ll both regret.  C’mon, why aren’t you out there?”

Sighing, Shiro looked out over the room.  It was designed like a ballroom, with a huge open space and warm lighting.  Everyone on the dance floor was in pairs, swirling in a way that reminded Shiro of a waltz.  With each step, the floor under their feet lit with a pale golden glow, only for a moment.

It was lovely, Shiro wouldn’t bother to deny that.  But there was a problem.

“It’s pairs dancing,” Shiro replied.  “And I don’t know the steps.”

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How to Write the Free Response Essays

Someone asked me to make a post about the other AP World essays. I haven’t practiced these essays since last year(DBQs are in every AP history class and a version in English Language so I’ve never stopped doing them). But I’ll try my best to be helpful. I was going to split this into two posts but the essays are very similar.


  • I never really liked to prewrite. I always prefered to just jump right in. You shouldn’t do that with these essays. 
  • When you get the question, circle what they are asking. What do they want to know? Last year, a lot lost points because they wrote about the economy of Japan and not about the government’s role in the economy. Make sure you know exactly what they are asking.
  • You’re given choices(not many, not like AP Euro). Often, the choices will all look horrible. Start listing everything you know about them in terms of the question. 
  • The ones with the longest lists(one fact versus zero counts as long) are your choices. 
  • Basically, just know what the question is asking and pick what you know best even if you don’t know anything well
  • Translate the time periods from 19th century into 1800s. Don’t accidently write about the wrong century. 1800s is easier to think about. It’s easier to remember. 

Writing the essay

  • Your thesis- Skip an intro. Just write a thesis. Make it a good, strong thesis. It’s worth one point. One point is extremely important. Even if you don’t know anything and can hardly write an essay, write a thesis that looks good. I prefer a thesis with three parts. It gives structure. Make it detailed! Don’t just write “Rome changed politically, socially, and economically between the years 200 B.C. and the year 0” Write something like “Between the years whatever, Rome went from being a republic to an empire yet power remained in the upper class while socially, there was still a large class divide and life, for the most part, did not change for the poor and the slaves, and the economy was something specific”. Grammatically, I’ve always found Ap World thesises to be rough. I never cared. Specific feels wrong but it’s right. Oh god, I could make a whole post about writing a thesis. Sorry.

Change and continuity

  • The easiest way to do this is to have two paragraphs- change and then continuity. I don’t have much to say here. Just make sure to answer the question. If it asks how politics affected the cultured, talk about how the change in politics affected the culture. Don’t talk about the economy unless the economy changed due to politics and created a middle class or whatever. That’s the biggest thing. Just answer the question.
  • If the question asks about change and continuity of two things like beliefs and religious practices, you can use those two groups as your paragraphs instead. It just depends on the question. When in doubt, do the first way I said. 
  • Talk about change as much as you talk about continuity. Graders want to see a balanced essay. If you can’t, that’s okay, make sure you talk about all you know. But it’s worth thinking about. 

Compare and Contrast

  • Two different structures are common. The first is compare them in a paragraph and then contrast them in another. This is pretty easy and works well. It’s not complicated. 
  • The other way which I was taught in 7th grade is a bit harder but I’ve found that I use it all the time. Talk about one culture/place in the first paragraph. Make it just about explaining Japan or wherever. Talk about the state run economy in Japan. The next paragraph, talk about the state run economy in China, referencing Japan, stating if China is similar in that respect to Japan or if it totally differs from Japan. This works best if you know a lot about both places. It’s harder to hide the fact that you know nothing though. It also allows you more of a conversation especially if the similarities and differences go hand in hand. 
  • I prefer the second way. It’s a conversation, allowing you to fully develop your thoughts on the specific topic in one place before moving on. It’s smoother and creates a conversation. You just have to make sure you’re not forgetting about comparing and contrasting in the second paragraph. 
  • Try to make it balanced. Talk about both places as equally as possible. Try to put as many similarities as you put in differences. It’s not easy but don’t make your essay completely lopsided. 

General Tips

  • You’re going to get tired, it’s okay, just keep writing. Once you’re done, you’re done. 
  • Don’t freeze up when you read words like Ottoman Empire. I realize they are scary. But you know something. Think about it. Think about what you know about that time period. 1789- Well, France started her revolution and the United States adopted it’s constitution. So what does that mean? The US recently won the Revolutionary War so England still had colonies. Imperialism. England has empires everywhere. Europe has empires most everywhere. What does that say about India? It’s probably under European rule. Just think like that. You probably know United States history. Use that to help you think about the world. Year 0- Jesus was born. Jesus was killed by an emperor. So if the time period is after 0, Rome is an empire and Christianity is rising. Use what you know. Infer. 
  • If you only know two facts, write the essay. State it in a billion different ways. Make inferences. Take a guess or two or five. Just try. My Euro teacher(who also teaches World) says we should aim for 7 specific facts per essay. That’s all you need.
  • I’ve fallen into the habit of writing a lot. You don’t have to. My friend writes a fraction of what I do and scores high. Quality, not quantity. 
  • You don’t have to know everything or even much. Just give it a shot.
  • It’s going to be scary. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be perfectly fine. Even a 3 on the essay is well above the national average. 

kyaasnow  asked:

Hi! I've spent a ridiculous amount of time reading your VLD meta right now & I'm thinking about what you've said about Keith envying Lance's social skills. I totally see it now that you point it out. I'm wondering, do you think Keith like... picks up social cues from Lance? Like, even though he doesn't see him as a rival like Lance does him, he just slips into that "rivalry" because his brain is like "ok this is how to be friends with Lance." So it's just his way of trying to forge a connection?

I think part of it is that Keith himself is a fair amount of a smart aleck. Like- I do read Keith as someone with social difficulty- he also tend to be caught wrongfooted when trying to be really sincere with people, but he also definitely has attitude and sass to go around. Lines like “we could toss out some non-essential weight,” are not prompted directly by Lance being sassy first.

Part of it is his personality. Part of it is just how he relates to people.

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pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin; jikook

rated: G

wc: 1.8k

tags: angst w/ happy ending, post-break up and getting back together, hurt/comfort 

summary: “i’ll always be waiting for you.” 

Jimin lives beneath the geometrical constellations and looming souls that drift gently among the clouds, moves through space and time in both darkness and dimension, smiles like the soft sunsets during springtide dripping into the ocean; heaven colliding with earth, crimson streaks lingering in the sky. Hair a golden chalice; dusty pearls and rose apple red, the same shade as his round cheeks and hibiscus flowers. Voice laced with milk and honey, lips plump against his, hot touches against flushed skin, warmth in the space between opened arms; love.

What once was love, that is.

What Jungkook thought was love.

But now they’re adults, stained cynics and lost causes trying to find a right fit into the world. Jungkook hasn’t seen him since Jimin left for the big city in an attempt to chase his dreams that were bigger than a stargazer’s imagination that stretched across the vast span of the earth. Jungkook was different - he knew that the quixotic skies wouldn’t be able to hold him and would drop him in a freefall back towards the ground; back to the unvarnished grime of real life.

But Jungkook had understood, had let him go even though he didn’t want to, because after all, if you really loved the person, you would set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were, right?

Jungkook waited. Jimin never came back to him.

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Ianthony Fic - New Beginnings

Anthony hadn’t been himself lately. To anyone else, he was the same old jolly Anthony but Ian knew better. He noticed the crease between his brows that presented itself a lot more frequently now. He noticed the expression of relief after they were done shooting a video - not the kind that the others had, not out of accomplishment; it was the relief one got after coming out of a strenuous situation. He noticed how his smiles seemed to grow less and less genuine with each passing day.

And then there were other things. Things that didn’t require over a decade of friendship and an eye as keen as Ian’s. Basically, Anthony hadn’t been himself lately and it was obvious to anyone who cared to pay attention.

Ian brought it up one night when they were at his apartment “chilling”. In reality, there was an air of awkwardness and tension around them, as if the night suspected what they were about to discuss and decided to set the mood accordingly. Ian was sure the last time a conversation between them had felt so dreadful was when Anthony had called to announce that he was going to propose in Japan.

Trying (and failing) multiple times to bring up the topic without sounding overly concerned, Ian decided it was best to be direct. Although before he could utter another word, Anthony beat him to The Discussion.

“Ian, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” he began in an ominous tone.

And just like that, Ian knew why the night had felt so significant earlier. He had subconsciously picked up on the clues all along and his thoughts had culminated in the realisation mere seconds before Anthony informed him so himself.

“I want to leave Smosh.”

Ian should have prepared himself better, goddammit. Because hearing those words hurt. He grimaced and something like guilt flashed across the other man’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, as if to lighten the blow.

Ian hummed but didn’t say much more. They had talked about this once. Years ago. Leaving Smosh. Back then, it was them and a couple other people who assisted them occasionally. They didn’t have dedicated makeup artists back then, unless it was to make a fake wound. They also didn’t have a movie or wax statues to boast of.

Ian didn’t want to continue their conversation that night. He felt too exhausted all of a sudden and the idea of sleep was too enticing. But this was important.

“How long have you been mulling over this?”

“Quite a while…”


“Since December.”


Silence set in once more. Each man held his breath, anticipating an ugly argument. The tension in the room grew so thick, it was almost like a physical entity.

Ian took a deep breath. “I am not angry,” he enunciated, because it was essential that his best friend knew that much. “I’m not angry but I can’t understand why…”

Anthony sighed and an expression flicked across his face that Ian wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see again. It was gone before he could analyse what it even meant.

Feeling an oncoming headache, Ian massaged his temple gently and thought about what he could say. It was odd because he never had to think before talking to his friend; it was one of the best features of their relationship.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t miss the old days?” He sounded more bitter than nostalgic and Ian hated it.

“I don’t need to look you in the eyes to tell you that. Of course I miss the old days! Everyone misses their old days, nothing new about that.”

“For fuck’s sake, you know that’s not what I mean. I hate this Ian. I hate it! I hate what we have become, I hate that I have no control, I hate that Smosh has become a…a brand,” he spat with no inconsiderable contempt, “and has so many censors on our ideas. This is not what I ever intended it to be and I don’t want to be part of it any longer!”

His chest was heaving and Ian flinched at the last shouted word. Yeah, fights with Anthony, however rare, were always the worst.

“I just really fucking miss when it was the two of us having fun,” he murmured, avoiding Ian’s gaze.

Ian found his annoyance mitigate on hearing that and felt his heart flutter. He pressed his shoulders fondly and smiled sadly at him. “Me too.”

“Don’t get me wrong Ian, I love our friends, I love the crew. I just…I don’t like what we’re doing here. This isn’t us. I wish we could go back to when it was just you and me with our silly skits and lunchtime videos. It’s like we hardly hang out any more outside of Smosh related stuff. When was the last time we had lunch together without talking about any new ideas or business projects? I miss you Ian…” he trailed off.

After a heartwarming speech like this, the only logical option was to engulf him in a bear hug. Which Ian did. And they stayed like that for several moments, breathing in the comfort of familiar arms. Secure. Warm.

“I am such a sentimental ass,” Anthony huffed, his breath tickling Ian’s neck.

“It’s okay. You get to be a sentimental ass once in a while.”


“Look,” Ian pulled away gently, but didn’t place much distance between them. “I won’t lie and tell you I’m okay with you leaving. Because I’ve never done this alone and I don’t know how to. But know one thing, I will always be there to support you, no mater what. I don’t think I want to leave yet. But I trust you and if you’re sure leaving will make you happier, go ahead. And just in case you feel like it isn’t working out-”

“That’d be embarrassing.”

“Doesn’t matter. If you feel like coming back, I’ll be right here to welcome you.”

They shared fond smiles and breathed synchronised sighs of relief. The argument was handled much more maturely than either of them anticipated.

Ian suddenly became aware of their proximity and stood up abruptly.

“I assume you won’t be joining us for the summer games then?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Oh well. It will be a tough job explaining this to the rest of them. Anyway, I’m tired as hell,” he nodded towards his bedroom. “You might as well stay the night, it’s already past two.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I have it in me to drive after having this talk.” He fiddled with a thread on his ripped jeans. Ian knew he was holding back on something else he needed to ask but wasn’t sure about Ian’s reaction.

Before he could prompt him to continue, Anthony looked up at him with dazzling eyes and an uncertain expression.

“Do you remember the other thing we never tried because of Smosh?” He asked tentatively.

Ian froze. “You mean…”


Silence again. They stared at each other with contemplating eyes for who knows how long. It wasn’t common for Ian to have to look down at his friend, but he was grateful for the height difference that Anthony being seated lended him. He felt like he was in control here, the one who could decide whether or not they were about to discuss something they’d avoided talking about seriously for years now.

“We’re both in relationships, you know that right?” Ian said at last.

“And are you happy with her? Because I know I’m not.”

That was a revelation. He had never talked about being dissatisfied in his relationship before. Ian took a moment to process the new data.

“Anthony,” he began, his voice shaking.

“No Ian, please. Yes or no? Are you happy with her? Your girlfriend who just happens to look a lot like me and have the same interests as me?” His words were made worse by the accompanying cold and mocking tone.

“What the fuck man?!” Ian’s temper was rising steadily. “You’re one to talk. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Dog person. Remind you of someone?”

And to his great annoyance, the bastard smiled. Smiled! “Point proven. We’ve both settled for the next best thing we could find after each other.”

Ian was at a loss for words. He knew that, of course. He had accepted the fact that he and Anthony were never going to be a thing and so had given up waiting long ago. But to hear it out loud from another person made him feel pathetic. And guilty. The girls deserved better than this.

“I’m not leaving just because I’m tired of having no control. It’s been years and I’m still crazy about you Ian. I want you. I want so much more than what we’ve got going on now, and knowing that you feel the same way hurts so much because we could have everything if we just tried.”

Ian didn’t ask how Anthony could be so sure Ian still felt for him the same way he did so many years ago. But then again, he was Anthony. Of course he knew.

“I know you’d never agree to be together as long as we were business partners because somehow you found this reasoning by 20 year old me really sensible. God knows why I even suggested that.”

“We were 23 and at the peak of our career. Of course I found it sensible. It’d have been stupid to risk our careers for what could just have been hormones and a little crush. You’ve never been good at relationships, admit it. I didn’t want everything we had achieved to go down the drain because we couldn’t handle a break up.”

“But it isn’t just a crush though, we know that now…right?”

Ian found it very endearing, the hope and uncertainty lurking behind his seemingly confident guise. Anthony rarely looked vulnerable. Ian couldn’t believe this was happening after years of pining. Despite himself, he started crying.

Maybe he should have felt ridiculous. He was almost 30 for god’s sake! He just couldn’t find it in himself to care when Anthony was looking at him like that and strong hands were guiding him to the couch, enveloping him, grounding him, comforting him.

“I’m sorry but you look adorable when you cry,” Anthony chuckled next to his ear. And wrapped himself more tightly around his smaller frame. “I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he said in a rumbling voice.

“But you can’t. I’m not cheating on her.”

Anthony hummed and they stayed embracing each other. Ian found himself drifting off and was soon dead to the world, content in the warmth of loving arms and dexterous fingers stroking his hair, oh so gently. He didn’t hear the soft “I love you” murmured against his forehead.

The coming days would be testing for them both. But right now, they were in the safe space where anything was possible.

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By the time Tim saw the window, he knew something was wrong. He’d left it unlatched — that’s how he snuck in and out for patrol— but it was open now, intentionally cracked. He wasn’t sure what that meant, so he came in quietly, holding his staff in front of him. His TV was on. That meant he was safe, right? Assassins didn’t watch the Food Network while they waited for their target to come home.
Tim rounded the corner into his living room and sighed. Yeah, apparently some of them did— Jason was standing over his coffee table, folding a stack of laundry.
“Oh hey,” he said, dropping another shirt on his pile. “You’re home.”
For a few seconds, Tim could only stare. Yes? He was home? His home. Definitely not Jason’s. It was four in the morning.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dryer broke.”
Tim held open his apartment door. “Leave.”

Tim wasn’t sure why his apartment smelled like baking bread, until he walked into his kitchen. The kitchen was a mess. There were ingredients lying across his counters, flour on his floor, pots in the sink, and an idiot in a leather jacket standing in front of his oven. Jason barely looked up from his mixing bowl when the door swung open.
“I… wanted cornbread?” Jason shrugged. “Sometimes this just happens.” He emptied his bowl into a cast-iron skillet and pulled open the oven.
“How did you get in here?”
“Fire escape.”
“Great,” Tim sighed. He pushed a jug of milk, a carton of eggs, and a can of salt aside so he could sit on the counter. “There’s no way anybody heard that.” Did he even have eggs? He was pretty sure he’d finished his eggs last week. Did Jason bring his own? Would he get to keep the extras?
“Yeah, the girl in 3C thinks your floor is haunted. I heard her say so when I was climbing past her blacony.”
“If only.”
“You are being haunted,” Jason reminded him. “I’m a ghost.”
Tim emptied a handful of salt into his hand and threw it across the kitchen. “Then get your ghostly ass out of my kitchen.”

Tim wasn’t totally surprised to find Jason in his dining room (sitting at the table, doing a crossword), but he was curious.
“I locked all my windows.”
“I came in through the basement.” Jason took his pen out of his mouth and pointed it at Tim. “Nice lair, by the way.”
“You broke through the laser grid?”
“Entered a 21 digit code.”
“And said a randomly generated phrase,” Tim finished, “in an exact imitation of my voice?”
“Actually, I phoned a friend.” Jason gestured vaguely behind him, and at that precise moment, Tim noticed a pair of green boots poking over the back of his couch.
“Drake,” said the voice behind them.
“Oh god.” Tim turned back to Jason. “So you taught Damian how to break into my apartment.”
“In my defense, we both know that he can and probably has done it by himself.”
“Wednesday,” Damian confirmed. “The manor ran out of bagels.”
Tim ducked into the kitchen to check what had been his bagel supply, but was now an empty cabinet. “Out!” he yelled. “Both of you.”

Tim was bleeding, splattering red over his windowsill and his carpet. He could barely walk— the bullet in his knee was making it hard. The bullet in his side wasn’t helping either. He staggered over the window frame and fell, colliding with a wall on his way down.
“Shit.” His vision was starting to spin, but he could make out a figure coming down his hallway. Jason? Yeah. Jason was frozen in his doorway, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Are you just gonna stand there??” Tim pulled his face away from the floor. “Help?”
He didn’t remember much after that.

Tim didn’t like sunrises. They were pretty, sure, but they meant he’d stayed out too late. He climbed through his window, yawning, and turned to collapse on his bed, only to find that there was already someone in it.
“Are you serious?” he muttered. It was Jason. Again.
“Whatever,” he decided. Tim pulled a spare key from his drawer and tucked it into Jason’s discarded jacket. If he was going to show up at all hours, he might as well use the door. Anyway, Tim was tired of upgrading his security every week.
He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of the bed and went to crash on the couch.

for anon :)

because of this??? i guess??? i just really wanted to write cadmus!alex and root meeting

“Are you okay,” a voice asks.

Root ignores it. It had taken her a while to find an overlooked corner in this base, and now she that has, she just wants to sit alone while she gets her bearings back.

“It’s just,” the voice continues, “you kind of look like crap, and I’m trying to get better at this whole-” It trails off. “Or I could send one of your friends over?”

No. Root doesn’t need Shaw to be dragged over here for nothing, or for Reese to try and pretend he can connect to her, or for Finch to look at her in quiet pity.

She looks up. It’s one of the women from before, the one whose excited tumbling questions Root had tuned out when she realised that her connection to The Machine didn’t extend through universes. Root’s already forgotten her name.

She’s leaning against the opposite wall, eyes wide and fixed on Root’s face, and no, she doesn’t need this.

“I’m fine,” Root says and the woman’s face lights up.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d speak to me,” she says, “sometimes people don’t,” and her smile is awkward, like she’s trying to make it softer but isn’t sure how.

“I wonder why,” Root says, and it’s sharp enough to hurt, or at least it should be, but the woman just shrugs.

“Lots of reasons,” she says, almost gleefully, “but like I said, I’m trying to get better at this whole-” She makes a vague gesture, and Root realises that she must have done that the first time too.

Root’s not entirely sure why, but she finds herself asking, “What?”

The woman blinks at her, and Root repeats the gesture she’d made.

“Oh, you know, hero stuff. Helping people for entirely unselfish reasons,” she says the last part stiffly, as if she’s learned it by rote, and Root allows herself to grin, ever so slightly.

“You get lectures on morality too, huh?” she says

“Oh my god, all the time.”

“Try having someone do them in your head,” Root says and the woman rolls her eyes.

“I do,” she says. “Telepaths.” She tilts her head to the side, a considering look on her face. “What’s your opinion on laws?”

“There’s too many of them,” Root says immediately, and the woman snorts.

Thank you,” the woman says, and this time her grin looks much more natural on her face. “I’m Alex, by the way. Wasn’t sure if you’d remembered.”

“I had,” Root says, automatically, before she realises it could be a test, but the woman’s, Alex’s, face lights up again at the thought that Root had remembered her name, and god, there’s no way this woman could ever do anything that underhanded. Root isn’t even sure this woman could lie without it being broadcast across her face.

“So,” Alex says, “why Root? Biology or programming?” She frowns, “or something else? I’m not sure what else it could be though.”

“Programming,” Root says, and Alex groans. “You’re a biologist,” she guesses, amused.

“Well I never actually finished high school,” Alex says, “But yeah, I like biology.”

She says the last part almost casually, like she’s trying to hide the sheer amount of feeling she really wants to put in those words.

Root wonders if she sounds the same when she talks about programming.

“I didn’t finish either,” she offers. “Dropped out to become a hacker and killer for hire.”

“Kidnapped by a xenophobic cult.”

Well then. “You win.”

“It’s not a competition.” That one sounded like it was learned by rote as well.

Everything’s a competition.”

“I know,” Alex says, laughing. “My sister- You met her earlier actually. She’s the one who always tells me it’s not a competition, and she’s the most competitive person I know.”

How many people could you know, Root thinks, and it would be the perfect thing to dissolve this conversation, but Alex’s laugh is awkward too, like she’s surprised she’s able to do it, and for some reason Root doesn’t want to stop it.

“Which one was your sister,” she says instead.

“Oh,” Alex says, pleased. “The one with blonde hair. And the super-suit. I can’t tell you her name, even though you’re from a different universe. Secret identity,” she says seriously. “I have another sister too,” she adds. “Sort of.”

“How can you sort of have a sister?”

“When her mom kidnaps you and keeps you hostage for a decade. Well,” she pulls a face, “adoptive mom,” as if that’s the part that needs to be clarified. “And she doesn’t really get that we’re sisters yet, but she will.”

“I’m sure she will,” Root says, and she’s pretty sure Alex wouldn’t even be able to tell if she was being sarcastic, but Root says it sincerely anyway.

“She will,” Alex says, quietly fierce. “It’s just-”

She sighs, slides down the wall until she’s sitting opposite Root, feet crossed.

“Feelings are hard,” Alex mumbles, and oh.

Oh, because Root’s maybe sort of dating a sociopath and worshipping (workingforhelpingelevating) an AI, and they should be the best people to understand, but Shaw says that feelings are stupid and The Machine says that feelings are beautiful, but in Root’s opinion? Feelings are hard.

If The Machine was here, she’d say that Root’s found a human connection, and she needs to nurture it, but The Machine’s not here and Root doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to find a connection in this stupid backward universe where people fly around in gaudy costumes and aliens roam the streets and nobody had thought to create The Machine.

“Feelings are easy,” she says instead, because Alex is awkward and distractible, and, in all likelihood, easy to lie to.

Instead, Alex grins.

“You’re an asshole,” Alex says, because it’s true. “I like you,” she adds, because that’s true too. “I’m not meant to do illegal things,” she says, thoughtfully, “but you still seem upset and I get the feeling you’re the kind of person whose idea of fun is illegal. So, if I do something illegal with you, then I’m doing it for an entirely unselfish reason. To help you.”

Well, what do you know, Root thinks, grinning back, maybe Alex can be underhanded after all.

Kiss the Puppy

This is my @wolfstarexchange​ gift for @huffledoge​. Happy holidays CC! I hope you like it!

“Oh, come on, we’ve played Truth or Dare a million times already!” complained Dorcas.

Remus privately agreed. He was bored of the game, and of course truth telling games were never his favorites. He could sit it out, of course, but then he’d have to leave the common room or he’d get teased mercilessly, and the fire really was quite cozy. Although really, he just enjoyed spending time with his friends and housemates once in a while. A surprising amount of upper year Gryffindors had stayed for the holidays, nearly everyone was there, and naturally, they were bored.

“Let’s play Never Have I Ever,” suggested James.

“Oh no Potter,” said Lily, “we’re not playing that again. I did not enjoy dragging you and Black to the infirmary for alcohol poisoning last month.”

“Oh, lighten up Evans,” said Sirius. “That only happened because this arse here was using his best friend privileges to target me specifically. Of course I had to give as good as I got. He’s learned his lesson now.” He smirked. James hit him upside the head, starting a tussle.

“I have a game,” said Peter. “Hey!” he yelled at James and Sirius’s red faces. “I have a new game we can play! I learned it from my cousins over the summer.”

Sirius perked up. James pushed at him and got up. “Hey, Peter has a game for us,” he announced to the room at large. “Go on Pete, how does it go?”

“I-I have to get something first, then I’ll explain,” said Peter, darting up the stairs to the dorm.

A minute later, he was back with a familiar looking toy. It was the stuffed dog James had gotten Sirius for his birthday. Remus stared at it suspiciously. If he was not mistaken, he knew that game, and that game was a kissing game. He wanted to be a good sport and play, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to something that would count as cheating. He had a boyfriend, after all.

“Hey, that’s mine!” yelled Sirius indignantly. Then he realized he’d just admitted to owning a stuffed toy for no discernible reason. “Right, gather round,” he said, changing the subject. Several people moved to sit closer.

“Actually, um, I need everyone to sit in a circle on the rug,” said Peter.

Yep, thought Remus, it’s that game. He sat down between Dorcas and a seventh year girl he thought was named Susan. Girls, girls were safe. He didn’t even like girls.

Once the circle was formed, Peter explained the stuffed dog would be passed around the circle, and everyone would have to kiss it on a different body part, no repeats.

“Of course no repeats,” huffed Lily. “Wouldn’t want to catch your germs.”

“Aren’t you a bit old for the cootie phase, Evans?” Sirius teased.

“Children!” said James. “Let’s play.” He motioned to Peter, who remained standing, and Peter threw the toy towards him. James caught it and kissed it loudly on its pink nose. He passed the toy to Sirius, who was sitting on his right.

Sirius followed James’s example of making a loud ‘mwah’ sound with his kiss, but he kissed to toy on its mouth. Remus rolled his eyes. Trust Sirius to always go big. To Sirius’s right, strangely enough, sat Lily. Oops. Remus foresaw a fist fight in his friends’ futures.

Lily kissed the toy delicately on the forehead, and passed it on.

By the time it reached Remus, there weren’t that many innocent places to choose from. He picked a front paw, already envisioning the mocking he would get about his supposed gentlemanly ways. Dorcas, who was sitting to his left, had kissed the toy on its left ear, which was not the best but not terrible. Ear kisses could be quite sexy, but you’d have to really try to make them so, so he was probably safe.

Just as he was thinking that, Sirius plopped down next to him, Dorcas moving a little to accommodate him. “Hey Moons,” he said, raising his bottle of butterbeer at Remus  before looking, as everyone was, at Kingsley, who was the last person left.

Remus panicked. Did Sirius move on purpose? Did he know the game? Or did he really just get up to get a butterbeer and then sat down in a spot closer to the coffee table?

Once Kingsley had kissed the toy on its tail, Peter explained the second round. This time, each player in their turn would kiss the person to their right at the same location they had kissed the toy. Kingsley immediately protested that James did not have a tail. Snickering but not wanting to disclose that was not exactly correct, Peter said he would just have to kiss him on the arse.

“Tailbone,” said Remus out of his stupor. “Humans have a tailbone.”

“Same difference,” said Sirius airily.

Lily snickered. “Do you hear that, Shacklebolt? You only have to kiss the very top of his arse,” she said, dissolving into hysterics.

“As much as I’m flattered you’re so keen to kiss my arse,” said James, grinning at Kingsley, “it’s not your turn yet. It’s mine.”

That made Lily stop laughing. “No way,” she said. “I’m not letting Potter kiss me.”

“It’s just on your nose,” said Peter.

“I know him, he’ll say he slipped and kiss me on the mouth!”

“Marauder’s honor,” said James, lifting his right hand.

“What does that even mean? Anyway, you can’t make me!”

“Those are the rules, Evans!” crowed Sirius.

But James turned serious. “No, I can’t make you. If it’s that repulsive to you, I won’t. But it’s just a game, I promise I won’t read anything into it.”

Lily blushed, but then raised her head to look at him. “Okay,” she said.

James rose to his knees in front of her, cupping her face with both hands, and gently kissed her lightly freckled nose.

He sat back on his heels to look at her for a moment, and then moved back to his seat. Lily was red as a tomato. She rose onto her knees like James had done, and kissed her friend Mary affectionately on the forehead.

Remus’s mind was reeling. What was he going to do? He couldn’t cheat on Mark, but he was afraid his friends would think him a wet blanket. They might think it doesn’t count if it’s a game, and they didn’t seem to take his relationship with Mark very seriously. It was true they didn’t spend as much time together as other couples, but as a pair of introverts, that suited them. He also didn’t want to give Sirius the wizard flu he was still recovering from after all the trouble he went to to never share bottles and wash his hands often.

Everyone else was being a good sport, though. Soon Marlene was kissing a giggling Dorcas on the eyelid, and then Sirius was moving his hair aside to allow Dorcas to kiss his ear, and it was Sirius’ turn and what should he do?

Sirius was looking at him with an intense expression, not moving. It occurred to Remus he must be waiting for permission, game be damned. The thought warmed him. “I can’t!” he blurted out. “I have a boyfriend and the flu!” Both reasons together would surely have enough weight.

“Sod the flu!” Sirius called out, and tackled Remus. His face was very close to Remus’s for a moment, but then he winked and sat back up.

Remus also sat up, shaken, and hastened to deliver Susan’s kiss.


After the game, Remus suddenly felt very tired and decided to go to sleep, even though everyone else was still up and up to no good. That removed him from Sirius’s presence for a while, but the relief only lasted till morning. When Remus opened his bed curtains, he could see Sirius bouncing on James’s bed. He felt a rush of excitement, which he tried to suppress unsuccessfully.

“Morning Moons!” said Sirius, grinning at him.

Remus flushed and fled to the bathroom. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He could absolutely not have a crush on Sirius. He had a boyfriend, for Merlin’s sake! He wasn’t supposed to get crushes on other people!

Unfortunately, his body hadn’t gotten the memo, and every time he saw Sirius in the next few days, his ribcage felt three sizes too small. He had never had a crush that intense. He knew, logically, that it had to be the forbidden nature of his crush that made it so strong, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the guilt. He had a boyfriend and it was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Remus wished Mark hadn’t gone home for the holidays. Surely if he was around, that would be enough excitement to distract Remus from inappropriate crushes.


When term started, Remus was relieved to see Mark again. They took a walk on the grounds, talking about their holidays. Remus didn’t mention the game or his crush. He didn’t want to hurt Mark. They snogged, and Remus relaxed a little because Mark was tall and handsome and so very pleasantly masculine. His inconvenient crush would go away soon and he would once again be a good boyfriend and no one would have to know about his slip up.

Unfortunately, before that happened, somebody noticed. Peter found him in the dorm one afternoon, while James and Sirius were at Quidditch. “Hey, Moony?”


“Do you fancy Sirius?”

Remus sputtered. “I have a boyfriend, Pete!”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes it does, because I can’t fancy him, because I have a boyfriend!”

“That’s not how it works, Rem. The heart wants what the heart wants,” said Peter sagely.

“It’s just an infatuation,” protested Remus. “It’ll go away. It already is, a little bit.” Which was true, Remus’s heart didn’t beat nearly as loudly as before when Sirius threw a friendly arm over his shoulder.

“Is what you have with Mark more than an infatuation, then?”

“Obviously,” said Remus. “It’s a relationship.”

“True,” Peter conceded. “I mean, mostly. You don’t spend much time together, do you?”

“We’re introverts! That’s how introvert relationships work!”

“Is it?” said Peter. “Shacklebolt and that Ravenclaw spend an awful lot of time just studying next to each other, not talking.”

“Well,” said Remus, “you have to be really comfortable with the person to do that.”

“Like you’re comfortable with Sirius?”

“I’m comfortable with you and James too, you’re my friends.”

“But you don’t have a crush on either of us. If I almost kissed you in a game, you wouldn’t develop a massive crush on me, don’t deny it.”

“Yes, because you’re not ridiculously gorgeous!” exclaimed Remus. “Er, sorry Pete, not that you’re unattractive, but Siri-”

“I know,” said Peter, “I may be straight, but I do have eyes.”

“So it’s just a ridiculous crush on a pretty boy,” concluded Remus.

“I don’t think it’s just any pretty boy, Moony,” said Peter. “You and Sirius are such a great pair. You work really well together, that’s why you always end up teamed up for pranks.”

“We do,” Remus admitted. He loved working with Sirius, on pranks and in class. He really felt like they were on equal footing, bouncing ideas off each other and refining them. “I’ll think about it,” he told Peter.


As it happens, Remus didn’t think about it. His crush had successfully subsided, along with his relationship with Mark. He focused on schoolwork, and his feelings towards Sirius returned to the previous warm affection of before, albeit more than for his other friends. He’s my best friend, he told himself. People play favorites with their friends all the time. The desire to partner up with Sirius for every project and activity didn’t disappear, though. Now that Remus had noticed it, he realized it was always there.

It was all very confusing, really. He was happy with what he had with Sirius, he didn’t need to add snogging or romance to it, but the thought of snogging him still sent a little jolt through him. Was it even right to be in an exclusive relationship when you have a friend that close?

The question seemed immaterial when Remus realized his relationship with Mark didn’t really exist anymore. They had grown apart without even noticing. Officially, however, they were still a couple. Remus needed to know where he stood. He caught Mark on his way out of the Great Hall after dinner, telling his friends he’d catch up with them later.

Once he and Mark reached a quiet enough corridor, Remus took a deep breath and said his practiced line. “Are going to put more effort into this relationship or are we going to break up?”

Mark didn’t hesitate. “Break up,” he said.

Remus was a little offended that Mark was giving up so easily, almost like Remus was a nuisance to get rid of, but then reminded himself he was the one who had had a crush on someone else.

“Okay,” he said and turned towards Gryffindor tower, marveling at how little he felt about his first break up.


“What was that about?” James asked when Remus entered the common room.

Peter grinned smugly.

Remus rolled his eyes. “Mark and I broke up,” he said.

“Really?” James asked. “I didn’t realize you were still dating.

Remus huffed. Introvert problems, your friends underestimate your relationships. Or maybe they hadn’t, really.

Sirius, however, was silent, expression unreadable. Remus smiled at him. "Help me with that Charms essay, will you Pads?”


It was late and only Remus and Sirius remained in the common room. Remus was putting the finishing touches on his essay, and Sirius was sleeping with his head in Remus’s lap. Only he wasn’t sleeping, Remus realized when he glanced at him. His eyes were open and he was looking at Remus.

“Time for bed,” Remus told him, blowing on his parchment to dry the ink.

Sirius rose and brandished his wand, drying the ink with a spell.

“Show off,” Remus muttered.

But Sirius was already rolling his parchment for him.

“What are you doing?” asked Remus. “I can get my own stuff.”

Sirius straightened up and looked at him. “You don’t have the flu, do you?”

“No,” said Remus, confused.

“And as of this evening, you don’t have a boyfriend,” said Sirius slyly.

Remus felt all the overwhelming excitement come back, as if no time had passed. Sirius wanted to kiss him! “N-no,” said Remus, a little wobbly.

“Good,” said Sirius, who was now very close. “Because if you’re willing, I believe I still owe you a kiss.”

Remus giggled a little at the silliness of it all, but Merlin help him, he was willing. “Yes please,” he said, not quite succeeding in containing his grin.

Long Rant on All Stars 2

I’m so torn on All Stars 2 because the challenges have been great and all the queens have been performing the motherfucking house down, like all of them have shown how much they’ve grown as performers and how their drag has evolved and hw fucking talented they all are we’ve had more than one episode in which you can’t really say someone did truly terrible. 

Like maaaan the Herstory of the World challenge gave me ALL OF MY LIFE. The Snatch Game was fantastic -easily one of the best out of all the seasons- and the commercials this week were all really funny.

But like, the judgings have been so bogus -they’re putting too much weight on the runway looks for the judgings-, and everything is so fucking obviously rigged for Alaska to win it, it loses half of the fun.

What they did to Adore was utter garbage. All the other queens have come out and said that Michelle’s critiques on Adore were personal and unnecessarily cutting. And putting her in the bottom just for her outfit? I’m getting tired of the show’s (and particularly Michelle’s) being so close-minded about drag. I’m guessing they were hoping Roxxxy or Tati who were kind of shady before, would send fan-favorite Adore home, eliminating the threat to Alaska and creating drama by making either of them look like a bitch. Too bad it backfired and now everyone is hating the show for that 

Detox beig on the bottom on week two was garbage too, she was pretty good on the Snatch Game and murdered the runway. Her performance was leagues above Roxxxy and Tatianna, but I guess they needed to stain her record somehow so she wouldn’t be competition for Alaska.

Then on week three Alaska botches the lipsync but it is conveniently ignored, and her outfit is criticized but somehow she is safe. Ginger, who gets some of the best critiques (”you deserve your own Broadway show”) is sent home because she had a bad ruway. Also conveniently, this time around there is no bottom three because then they would’ve had to put Alaska up there.

Week 4 Katya is sent to the bottom even though her clip with Detox was the judges’ favorite and her runway presentation wasn’t even bad (maybe lacking in spectacle). Guess having her in the bottom once wasn’t enough since she was now Alaska’s biggest competition, they needed to make sure she looked “weaker” in comparison. Meanwhile, Alaska fails the two-in-one looks (she literally threw a garbage bag on herself and tore it away), but somehow is one of the top two, and wins the lipsync even though Phi Phi outperforms her. I think the producers wanted to have their cake and eat it too: they wanted to further Phi Phi’s bitch storyline, but they also wanted to hype Alaska, so they gave her that win (and the $10K)  and let Phi Phi take the fall for Alyssa’s elimination.

Week 5 was probably the only one that had fair judgings, Alaska/Alyssa and Detox/Tatianna killed it, and Roxxxy and Phi Phi fell flat. Personally I think both should’ve gone home, since aside from runways, they weren’t bringing anything to the show but w/e. Also wish Ginger had returned since she was done dirty 100% and I’ll be bitter about for the rest of eternity.

And we come to week 6 in which Alaska is granted the win on a silver platter AGAIN. I mean her commercial was pretty good, but her runway was very blah and the “Anus” joke is getting super old super fast, and her winning the lipsync was 1000% bull, Katya was literally air-guitaring with her fucking leg! And what’s worse is that I feel the producers will let Roxxxy take the fall for Alaska’s bullshit decision.


I love the show, love the queens, and I certainly think Alaska is extremely talented and a very well-rounded queen that could easily snatch the crown. What’s got me frustrated is that she didn’t need all this bullshit favoritism to do it, but now when she does win, it’s gonna be bitter for everyone. It’s already backfiring, with a lot of the fans turning against Alaska, and I really hope the hate doesn’t take a toll on her like it has with so many other queens. And I really hope I don’t end up with a bitter aftertaste from this season. 


anonymous asked:

i'm still here for little emperor hux never seeing a person like kylo dressed so plainly before because he grew up incredibly sheltered (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ also i 'm here for little emperor hux being carried around on this lofted bed by his guards (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ i'm ALSO here for little emperor hux wearing makeup and kylo making fun of it like a little jerk when the boys are having an argument (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ BUT I'M REALLY HERE FOR KYLO LIKING HOW PRETTY HIS BOY EMPEROR IS FUCKING ALRIGHT?!?!? (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

AaaaHHHHHhhh yes! Yes indeed.

Normally, the emperor Brendol did not approve of his son staying up so late, but for the yearly tribute banquet, an exception could be made, just for the one night. It was the second year Ren had been in the service of the Empire–he had just passed his twelfth birthday, and Armitage was thirteen–but he had never attended because Armitage had not been old enough to attend until this year. In the years before, Armitage would stay in his chambers, and Ren would show him new Force tricks he had learned in his training, or they would play strategy games on Armitage’s holopad, and nobody bothered to make sure they were sleeping so they could stay up as long as they liked, making fun of the guests somewhere they wouldn’t be heard. 

But this year, Armitage was of an age to begin learning how to attend Imperial functions, and where Armitage went, Ren went, too. Now, the little emperor was dressed up in all the gaudy, overdone finery that he and Ren had spent the previous years mocking, and it was lucky for him that the pale base coat that had been painted onto his face concealed his irritated blushing.

“You look like a cake topper,” Ren said to him, low, trying to hide his grin as they entered the hall. “You look like a doll that fell into a makeup drawer.”

“Shut up,” Armitage hissed. 

“You look like a coloring page.”

“Shut up,” Armitage said again, working as hard as possible to keep his voice down. “Do you think I’m kidding when I say I’ll have you murdered?”

“You have to find someone who’s good enough to, first.”

Armitage snorted, and then they were seated and Ren kept silent, mostly out of a healthy respect for the Emperor Brendol. Brendol had never exactly been unkind to him, but it was clear that Brendol saw him as a tool, a useful item that would keep his son safe, and every show of kindness that Brendol had given to him had been with some ulterior purpose–to make him stronger, smarter, better, more suited to the task he was to devote his life to. There had been a brief ceremony in which the Emperor had officially decreed that little Ben Solo would be a lifelong servant of the Imperial Family, and would be known forever after as Kylo Ren, Personal Guardsman of the heir, Armitage. He was given a lightsaber of his very own. He was given a seal of his own, that no one else could use. And with that he was given to Armitage. He didn’t even have to say anything, only bend his knee.

How scared he’d been, though he’d done his very best not to show it. But he’d only been a kid then, ten years old. He had trained so intensely, become such an important part of the Imperial Family already. He felt much older now, much more mature. Even if he didn’t always act it. 

When Brendol’s attention was occupied by a sommelier who wanted to know if the Emperor would prefer red or white wine, Ren breathed in Armitage’s ear.

“You look like a Life Day decoration.”

Armitage’s eyes flicked over to his father, to see if it was safe to respond. Brendol was explaining the exact vintage he needed to have delivered to the table if the sommelier intended on having a job this time tomorrow. It was safe. 

“As soon as we get back to my quarters I’m going to punch you in the face.”


But of course, Armitage is too tired to do any such thing by the time they are returned to his quarters. There was reason that only now was Armitage able to attend; the formalities go on until nearly two in the morning, and it takes every ounce of effort for Armitage, who is naturally an early riser and who has trouble staying awake past midnight, to not nod off. By this point, Ren was nagging at him just to keep him from falling asleep, but he started running out of things to compare Armitage to. 

Armitage was so tired that he merely crumpled onto his bed, his breath soft and steady, like one already asleep. “Armitage,” Ren called. “You still look like a princess doll. You still look like an embroidered napkin.”

“I don’t even care…”Armitage grumbled. 

“You have to wash up.”

Armitage grunted, ninety percent asleep. 

“Do I have to do everything?” Ren asked, mock-annoyed.

“I’m the Emperor,” Armitage said. “Yes, you do.”

Ren went into Armitage’s refresher and dampened a cloth, brought it out, dripping. “Hold still,” he said, wiping away the cosmetics with a forceful but careful hand. Armitage winced but let him, said nothing as Ren made sure everything was gone. “Okay. Go to sleep now.”

This sort of thing seemed to happen a lot. Any time Armitage needed a little extra help, or care, there didn’t seem to be anyone else around but Ren to make sure it happened. Not as far as education, or duties, or being given any object he wanted, or things like that. Armitage had the best teachers, and clothes, and gifts, and food, and hopefully, if he did not have the best guard just yet, Ren would grow to become the best guard. But things like making sure Armitage was happy or attended to in his private moments….Ren assumed that that was what he had been given to Armitage for, when he knelt before Brendol two years ago and accepted his new name and new life. 

Armitage looked so gentle and happy and clean that it made Ren’s heart melt a little. Was this what it was like to have a brother you loved? That was what the Emperor had wanted, and Ren supposed that it had come true. He gave Armitage’s face one last swipe with the cloth, to make sure, and then climbed into his own bed, happy. 

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters
  • "I'm insecure and I care what people think."
  • "We're stressed out."
  • "Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days."
  • "Wake up, you need to make money."
  • "You used to make me feel like I could walk on water."
  • "You're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to."
  • "I write songs about you all the time."
  • "I bet I don't run through your mind."
  • "I've given up on you.
  • "It still hurts to know you're not alone."
  • "Lately, my dog's the only one around that listens to my problems."
  • "It's been a lonely year."
  • "I'm just happy being with you."
  • "Quietly, quietly, the two of us are entangled."
  • "You don't realize the way I am."
  • "This silent love leaves a silent scar."
  • "I don't feel anything when I look at your face."
  • "That's nothing compared to what I had done in the past."
  • "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
  • "You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."
  • "Please remember me, fondly."
  • "We'll meet again."
  • "Fuck the man."
  • "I heard from someone you're still pretty."
  • "And when the morning came I was ashamed. Only now it seems so silly."
  • "Never meant to last."
  • "An angel kissin' on a sinner."
  • "Girls like girls like boys do."
  • "Always gonna steal your thunder."
  • "Imma take your girl out."
  • "Don't tell me what I feel."
  • "Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys."
  • "Tell me if you feel it, too."
  • "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
  • "We can live like Jack and Sally if we want."
  • "I would ask for advice, but I just do what I like."
  • "You're a waste of my time."
  • "I smoke cause I'm stressed. I try to get high, but it gets me depressed."
  • "I've fallen for her, more than once."
  • "My daddy is dead, I've got no man to follow."
  • "And I know that I'm shallow, but why shouldn't I be?"
  • "I don't want any trouble, it just chooses to find me."
  • "I've been thinkin' about fallin' in love."
  • "I've been thinkin' about you."
  • "I’m afraid somebody else might take my place."
  • "All my friends always lie to me."
  • "You’re too mean, I don’t like you."
  • "Fuck you anyway."
  • "You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."
  • "You make me wanna die."
  • "Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons."
  • "I got a hunger and it won't go away."
  • "I want it all to remind me of the first time."
  • "I think I like you, but it's complicated."
  • "It's always better when we're together."
  • "You look so pretty sleeping next to me."
  • "I belong with no one."
  • "You belong with me."
  • "Run off to school like a good drama queen."
  • "Do you care where you're going, or know where you've been?"
  • "Our faith is placed in second chances."
  • "You're the star of the story you don't care about."
  • "Just a little girl in a bigger world turning upside-down."
  • "You keep it all inside so that nobody knows."
  • "All these boys are thirsty for your outsides."
  • "You never care to ever let the right ones in."
  • "Baby, I'll carry you all the way home."
  • "I just wanna love you, dear."
  • "I understand you, just take my hand."
  • "I found God. I found him in a lover."
  • "He's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine."
  • "It's tearing me apart."
  • "It's ruining everything."
  • "Were you lying all the time?"
  • "Was it just a game to you?"
  • "You know I'm such a fool for you."
  • "You got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I thought the world of you."
  • "I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong."
  • "It was always me and you."
  • "This body is yours."
  • "Your mess is mine."
  • "Luck be on my side tonight."
  • "You're the reason that I feel so strong."
  • "You still make sense to me."
  • "Boy, look the other way."
  • "That's not the way that friends behave."
  • "I always knew that I would love you from afar."
  • "She's got darling hazel eyes."
  • "It shouldn't come as a surprise."
  • "Why do you go wasting your time on me?"
  • "I'm eager to please."
  • "I'm scared that you’re gonna slip away."
  • "I don’t think she knows how she changed all my plans."
  • "You act like you don't know me."
  • "My god, you tempt my anxious mind."
  • "We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles."
  • "We are wild."
  • "We’re fucked, but we say that we’re fine."
  • "We long for journeys and the roadside."
  • "Every little thing made me miss you more."
  • "I'm just trying to make a getaway to you, and I'd have gone a thousand miles more."
  • "And I looked at you, you were so damn cute."
  • "I know you're thinking of me."
  • "You're everything that I hoped for."
  • "I'm all the shit that you go for."
  • "Stop kidding yourself now."
  • "I never found a way to let you know."
  • "I also never found a way to let you go."
  • "Right now I’m feeling rough."
  • "Come settle in with me."
  • "I will not open myself up this way again."
  • "Feels like I don't know you."
  • "I've strayed from who it was that you knew."
  • "You were trying to make it work."
  • "You were sleeping in my shirt
  • "Sometimes things don't come full circle."
  • "I was hoping that you cared."
  • "I was distant, I was scared."
  • "There's no way to go back now."
  • "Just love me when you can."
  • "I'll wait patiently."
  • "I'll wake up every day just hoping that you still care."
  • "Surely even I deserve the best."
  • Just when I believe you've changed for good, you go and prove me wrong just like I knew you would."
  • "When I run out of second chances, you give me that look
  • and you're off the hook."
  • "Oh, what am I still doing here?"
  • "It ain't right to just love me when you can."
  • "Slow down, you are out of control."
  • "One of us is right, and one of us is wrong."
  • "It could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong."
  • "What if I was younger?"
  • "I never should have asked, it was a long time ago."
  • "There's things I wish I knew."
  • "We're a million miles away."
  • "With you, my dear, I'm safe."
  • "You will be gone and I won't see you anymore."
  • "You left my love on the line and said that you were leaving."
  • "I saw you in the arms of someone else."
  • "I cry myself to sleep and you thought I was happy."
  • "I was lonely, had nowhere to go."
  • "I heard that you moved on."
  • "Everything has changed."
  • "Sometimes you've got to bleed to know that you're alive."
  • "The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face."
  • "You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time."
  • "I heard you were lying about how brave you are.
  • "I heard you were still trying to get back to the start."
  • "I'm gonna miss you."
  • "Gonna miss you, girl, and all of the things we could've done."
  • "I move so fast, how could you be with me?"
  • "I wish you well. All the best."
  • "I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"
  • "We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more."
  • "I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell."
  • "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you, too."
  • "You confuse me with your riddles and your sudden generosity."
  • "You really shouldn't get this fucked up."
  • "I'm tired of being careful."
  • "Let me under your skin."
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke."
  • "Think I got myself in trouble."
  • "Should've never said the word 'love.'"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
  • "I've got your picture, she's got you."
  • "Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
  • "Go back to being plastic."
  • "Smile for the picture."
  • "We were too wasted to close the window."
  • "Do you want it? Do you want me?"
  • "You are where I want to be."
  • "I can drive."
  • "Who is she?"
  • "I used to know know to leave the boy behind without having to watch him go."
  • "Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white."
  • "There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night."
  • "There will always be another time for us to fall in love."
  • "The first times always cut the deepest."
  • "She is something to behold, elegant and bold."
  • "I could easily lose my mind."
  • "The way you kiss me will work each time."
  • "Eyes, innocent and wild, remind me what it's like."
  • "Pulling me back into the flames and I'm burning up again."
  • "I never understood what was at stake."
  • "Well now you've come and gone, I finally worked it out."
  • "I never should have told you."
  • "I never should have let you see inside."
  • "Don't want it troubling your mind. Won't you let it be?"
  • "You cool me down."
  • "Do you love me now?"
  • "I'm not so used to doubt."
  • "Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth."
  • "You're the only one that wants me around."
  • "I don't believe in you and I."
  • "I'm not yours anymore."
  • "You're always leaving me behind."
  • "I feel like a fool."
  • "I ain't got nothing left to give."
  • "You are mine, I am yours. Lets not fuck around."
  • "You are the only one."
  • "Yours is the first face that I saw."
  • "I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home."
  • "Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning."
  • "I thought it was strange, you said everything changed, you felt as if you'd just woke up."
  • "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you."
  • "I don't care, I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."
  • "Maybe this time is different."
  • "I mean, I really think you like me."
  • "You pull away so easily."
  • "I'm only there so that you're not alone."
  • "So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk."
  • "I want a lover I don't have to love."
  • "I'll meet up with the band in the morning."
  • "Love's an excuse to get hurt."
  • "We both go together if one falls down."
  • "I talk out loud like you're still around."
  • "Do I let her sleep or should I wake her up?"
  • "We were lovers in a past life."
  • "I'll make you mine, time after time."
  • "We can keep in touch if that's what you want."
  • "You say I don't have the time for you, but I do."
  • "I am what you need when you can't find it somewhere else."
  • "I am what you want when you don't have anything else."
  • "I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter now I met you."
  • "Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you."
  • "You're the one that I wanted to find."
  • "Anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind."
  • "I know it's too late."
  • "I should have given you a reason to stay."
  • "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be."
  • "There was little we could say, and even less that we could do."
  • "Nothing was left for you and me."
  • "Someday you will be loved."
  • "I cannot pretend that I felt any regret."
  • "The memories of me will seem more like bad dreams."
  • "I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet."
  • "You told her that you loved her, but you don't."
  • "She was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me."
  • "I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark."
  • "All I see are dark grey clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour."
  • "Was something wrong?"
  • "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now."
  • "No, we can't talk about it now."
  • "One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more."
  • "It was vile, and it was cheap."
  • "You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me."
Invisible - Chapter Two

When I opened the door to my apartment I was welcomed by the pleasant scent of food. Upon hearing the keys my roommate peaked her head out of the kitchen and smiled at me warmly. “I just made breakfast. Do you want something?” She asked me while returning to the cooking stove, before the food could start to burn and become non-edible. 
“No,” I declined her friendly offer with an exhausted smiled. “I’m in zombie mode right now. All I want to do is sleep,” I told her honestly and kicked my shoes off. My feet were red because I was walking in high heels the whole night and I couldn’t even feel them anymore. So I took the shortest way to couch and let myself fall into it. “Good night,” I mumbled into the pillow sleepily. Chaerin laughed at me and sat down on the table next to the couch, with her eyes on me. “You mean good morning,” she said amused and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s 6 AM, honey.”

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The Here and Now

He looks at her one day and asks if she is happy.

She looks back at him, trying to decide how to answer, what kind of sarcastic quip to throw out, all typical them.

He’s looking at her evenly, but she knows him, and he’s got his heart in his hand, and his stomach in his throat, and his eyes, oh man, she’d never put much stock in that shit about eyes being the windows to the soul, but she swears she can see the way to his.

And so she doesn’t joke it off.

Instead she tells him that everyday she wakes up smiling, and she guesses that counts.

His expression doesn’t change, but something in his posture does, a minute straightening up of his shoulders, and she thinks that maybe she answered right, this time. 

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anonymous asked:

hi megs, recently i've been pursuing my autism diagnosis and i've run into this wierd thing when talking to people about it. nearly everyone wants to "assure" me that i'm high functioning and not autistic but aspergers. i'm really confused and don't understand why. how do i deal with it without being rude?

hiya sweetpea !! this happens to me a lot too. just the other day my auntie said “oh wow you’re autistic? you must be like, the highest possible end of the spectrum, although i think girls are always less autistic than boys” and then she continued to say nonsensical & ignorant upsetting things for like fifteen whole minutes while i stood and stared at her blankly..

this is likely to be something that you hear frequently, probably forever. which sucks. a lot. i know. some things that i have done to try and toughen myself up/help me deal with it:

  • learn some facts/statistics. when people say stuff to me like “oh but aspergers is different” or “you must be very high functioning” i use a script: “actually the term ‘aspergers’ has been abolished in the US and will be soon in the UK. the high to low spectrum is an inaccurate and ignorant way to judge someone’s struggles and/or abilities, not that you should be, anyway. if i described my characteristics and struggles on a bad day, you would assume i was low functioning and pity me. if i described a good day, you would assume i was high functioning and disregard me and what i go through. i am not on the autistic spectrum, i am the autistic spectrum.” something like this. (i have scripts i fall back on but the wording will always differ slightly due to my poor memory).
  • read validating things online. read the diagnostic criteria. make a list of how these aspects affect you. write about your struggles. write about the delights of being autistic. read it all through every day if you have to. don’t doubt yourself. your autism is valid. carry around a folded up piece of paper in your purse listing your more obvious autistic traits. get it out on the bus shakily after someone tells you “you dont seem autistic” read it. read it over and over. grit your teeth, know that you are strong and valid. you’ve not only been reading about autism but you, yourself, are autistic. what do these ignorant acquaintances know? a lot less than you, thats for sure.
  • you could also let people know that being autistic isn’t inherently a bad thing. tell them that saying “ohh you don’t seem autistic though” or “well you would never know it” or “at least it’s only aspergers”and patting your arm awkwardly, is not a compliment. its ok to be angry and blunt about it. its ok to be harsh. this gets tiring when you do it multiple times a day. make sure they know you wont tolerate any ignorant shit, because you don’t have to. you are autistic and you are not to be pitied or placated. you are to be accommodated and accepted unquestioningly. remind them that aspergers doesn’t exist. it’s all just autism. we’re all autistic. sometimes i snap on a bad day and inform the ignorant person(s) (sarcastically) that “it may only be ‘aspergers’ *insert angry air quotations* but i bet you didn’t spend 45 minutes vomiting and crying because your porridge was the wrong texture this morning. i bet you weren’t late to class this morning because even just stepping outside your front door was debilitatingly overwhelming. do you know i cant stand being late? i’m 45 minutes early, everywhere i go. because i’m 45 minutes late my already unmanageable day is falling apart at its weak pathetic seams. please do not demean or disregard my struggles based on ignorant pre-assumptions.” and then i often leave the room, partially for dramatic flair, probably because i’m also in tears. 

I’m not saying you should necessarily be deliberately unkind or harsh, but we already live in a society that is almost designed exclusively for neurotypicals to thrive in. being autistic is an uphill battle a lot of the time. there are positives, of course. but we deal with enough. we don’t always have to politely deal with ignorant people who think they’re entitled to an opinion on our disability. especially when they think they’re helping, but are actually setting back out progress in self-acceptance + love. 

i hear these things so often i’ve considered typing up a pamphlet and carrying it around to hand out to people…

please stay strong! dealing with this stuff on a frequent basis is exhausting. know that your anger, frustration + whatever else is 100% valid. being kind is of course lovely, but you don’t owe anyone anything. you don’t always have to be reasonable. try not to feel guilty about being harsh if you just can’t deal with it. for me, personally, sometimes i’m harsh sheerly for self preservation. because i know i have to look out for myself first, always. because everything is way too much to deal with as it is, and my self-acceptance is fragile at best. 

anyways i feel very strongly on this issue and i hope this was somewhat helpful! other people are welcome to contribute!