an accidental jerk is still a jerk

the problem with godot is that i don’t think he was necessarily intentionally written as a misogynist– the writers just. uncritically think he’s cool lmao. like they didn’t go in and look at his character and think “him being shitty to woman is an intentionally character flaw” they just wrote him and it happened on its own probably because the writers themselves are Like That. 

Midnight Encounter (a linny story)

Luna sat on the cold stone floor of her dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower. It was 12:01 and the other girls in her dorm had drifted to sleep long ago. But Luna just sat there drinking hibiscus tea and looking out the window at the stars. The Scottish night sky made her feel exuberant, alive, and at one with nature. There was a three-quarters moon tonight, and the grounds were illuminated in a pale glow yet still masked in darkness. A night breeze carried the wings of a watchful hawk, rustled the leaves of the Forbidden Forest, and tempted the surface of the lake into crests which shined with moonlight.

Checking her silver pocket watch, Luna peered over the windowsill and bit her lip nervously. Where was she? Just then, a small figure appeared in the doorway of the Great Hall, quickly shut the oaken doors behind her, glanced around furtively, and darted across the field.

As the figure paused underneath a shadowy elm, Luna smiled. She stayed up late for the thoughts spinning in her head, for the crisp night air, for the cold night sky, for the earthy silence, for the creaks of the old castle. But as she kept her nocturnal vigil, she had begun to notice another patron of the night - Ginny Weasley sneaking out for midnight Quidditch practice. That’s what Ginny considered it at least. To Luna, it wasn’t so much athletics as art. 

And tonight Luna would be treated to a zealous performance. Unaware of her admirer, Ginny alighted her broom and shot into the night. The air blew her hair back as she soared over the forest and around the old castle.

It was exhilarating for Luna to watch as Ginny dared to dart through arches and fly just inches from the gargoyles. She stared in awe at the nimble precision of Ginny’s movements and the flourish of her flight. These midnight joyrides had become the best part of Luna’s night, a time when she could observe Ginny caught in her most in her most intimate joy, in a freedom more pure and beautiful than that of any bird.

Ginny glided over the lake and swiftly cornered up towards the greenhouse. she circled it, and powered up above the entrance hall. Luna watched as she raced towards the Astronomy Tower and spiraled up tightly around it, dodging buttresses. A bird screeched in the distance and Ginny, still flying fiercely, turned to look, accidentally jerking her broom infinitesimally to the right. Luna Gasped. Ginny couldn’t see it, but on the other side of the tower a buttress was now directly in her way. She flew up and quickly jerked in panic, suddenly unable to control her broom. She missed the buttress by inches but her course was irrevocably altered by the split second distraction. With a dull thud, she crashed into the stoney side of the tower. Luna watched in horror for what felt like an eternity as Ginny fell down, down, down through the cold air, crashed onto the roof and tumbled over the slate shingles, and, finally, collapsed onto the ground in a crumpled heap.

Luna jumped up, suddenly wide awake. A panic surged through her stomach. Was Ginny alright? Was she dead? She couldn’t be dead. She had to be alive. She had to be. She glanced out the window. Did anyone else see? Luna was the only one who knew as Ginny lay helpless on the ground. Jumping up, Luna bolted out of her dormitory and through the Ravenclaw common room. As she ran through the empty halls, she didn’t even stop to consider the possibility of being caught out of bed. All that mattered was Ginny.


This is part one. Read part two here.

Blue Is Just Pretty

(Read on AO3)

(German Translation

I made myself sad imagining Stiles becoming a werewolf, and when he sees his eyes flash for the first time, he locks himself in the bathroom and curls up on the floor.

They’re just so blue. Painfully blue. Blindingly blue if he wants to be ironic. 

Scott and the girls all try to coax him out. The Sheriff and Isaac elect to leave him be. 

And Derek waits. 

He waits until the four teens have given up. Waits until they’ve fallen asleep in pallets on the living room floor. Lydia and Allison are still facing one another as though they’d drifted off mid conversation. Isaac is sprawled out haphazardly between his girlfriend and his alpha, body splayed like a starfish. Scott’s on the floor by the couch, one hand relaxed and half curled in front of him. Kira, who won the coin toss for sofa, has an arm hanging off the edge, knuckles brushing against Scott’s just so.

It’s quiet. Still. 

Derek sneaks into to the kitchen, and he has to check a couple drawers to find the one with all the kitchen utensils. Derek’s the only one besides Isaac who grew up with siblings. He’s the only one who remembers three year old Cora becoming fond of locking people out of rooms when the Hale house smelled of warmth and supper instead of fire and ash. He’s the only one that remembers unfair advantages in hide-and-seek and “Laura it’s not fair if you lock me out!” and the answering laughter echoing down real, whole hallways.

He finds himself back at the bathroom doorway with an ice pick in hand. He can hear Stiles breathing inside, slow and steady like maybe he’s fallen asleep. Derek jiggles the pick a bit until the lock clicks open. 

Stiles is sitting on floor, back against the tub and knees drawn up so he can rest his head atop them. Derek thinks he was probably asleep before, but he isn’t now. His wide, brown gaze stares unwavering into Derek’s. Bambi eyes peeking out of wolf skin. 

The older man slides to sit next to him. Stiles doesn’t turn his head but keeps his gaze on him out of the corner of his eye like an animal that’s only very hesitantly letting you near. 

Derek pushes at his own cuticles, picks at his nails. But he doesn’t speak, doesn’t say anything. Just waits, like he’s been waiting all day. His back protests the angle, but the solidarity is comfortable, even if the position isn’t. 

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, like he wants to say something. He can’t at first, just shuts his jaw as his heart rate picks up at a steady pace.

Finally, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “They’re blue,” with a little crack around the end.

Derek eyes his profile warily. None of the pack knew why Stiles had chosen to sequester himself in this room, but he’d had his suspicions. The teen doesn’t meet his gaze now. Just gives a little look up at the mirror then goes back to plucking at the denim of his jeans. 

“Can I see?" 

Stiles head snaps toward him, and Derek raises his eyebrows in silent response. He tries not to let his eyes flick down to the boy’s mouth out of habit. Fails.  

He’s surprised when Stiles complies effortlessly. He always knew Stiles would make a good werewolf. He’s almost too good, picking up control like it’s a skill he’s had hiding beneath his bed. 

Derek thinks of himself. Thinks of Paige. Thinks of being alone and heartbroken with blue burning behind his eyelids. Think of his mother crouched down in front him with her hard jawline and soft smile. 

With his heart lodged behind his adam’s apple, he reaches out and rests his hand on the side of Stiles’ neck, his thumb brushing the turn of his jaw beneath the ear. Stiles’ eyes (still brilliant, glowing blue) scan his face. Right eye, left eye, mouth, and back.

"Still beautiful,” Derek says finally, “just like the rest of you.”

phanofgay  asked:

so in the au where tomco had to share the same bed and then went to see the fireworks, it would be great that the next place they go is an amusement park and tom is really scared of going in to the roller coasters and again there is marco helping him and it would be great that they finally kiss after the day is done or when you find it perfect, I LOVE YOUR WORK AAAAH

AND I LOVE YOU AHHH! Thanks so much for the request it was super cute! I hope you like it! It’s actually not that connected to the other stories haha, it’s just sort of them being cute dorks with crushes on each other. Sorry about that it’s just how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it anyway!


“Come on it’ll be fun.” Marco assured. Tom’s ears dropped as he looked up at the big track.

“I don’t think so.” He crossed his arms. “That looks scary.” Tom bit his lip and Marco nudged him.

“Come on, I thought you liked fun and scary.” Marco asked, leaning closer to the demon. Tom blushed when he felt Marco touch his arm and tugged at his ear.

“I-I guess…” Tom tried.

“Here, I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Marco promised, holding out his hand. Tom blushed even deeper and tentatively took Marco’s hand. The boys went up the big mental stairs and took their seats on the ride. “Are you scared?” Marco asked, with a hint of excitement. Tom nodded.

“Yeah… but what fun would it be if I wasn’t?” He asked.

Marco smiled and felt Tom grip his hand tighter. “It’ll be okay. Scaredy-cat.” Marco teased. His light-hearted tone made Tom feel a little better as the ride started up the big hill. The boys were practically squirming and Tom shut his eyes tight. “Tom, look.” Marco told him.

Tom opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the whole park from how high they were. “Woah this is really cool-” Tom was cut off when the coater rocketed down the hill fast. The boys started screaming as loud as they could as it whipped and turned on every corner. Marco yelled and looked over at Tom, who was gripping his hand tightly. He expected the poor demon to be terrified, but he was laughing and screaming.

The coaster slowed down as they began up another hill. Tom tried to get his laughter under control. “See, I told you it would be okay.” Marco assured. “It’s a fun type of scary.” He added. Tom nodded, his face was flushed from screaming and laughing. The boys smiled at eachother when they made it to the top of the hill. Tom blushed when he noticed he was still holding Marco’s hand.

“Thanks for making me feel safe.” He mumbled. Marco smiled and the two scooted a bit closer. Without much thought Tom looked up and decided it would be romantic to steal a small kiss. Marco grinned when he saw this coming and leaned in as well. But as soon as their lips touched the coaster rocketed down the hill, jerking the boys forward.

The rough motion made Tom jerk forward and accidentally bit Marco’s lip as hard as possible with his sharp teeth. At feeling this, Marco pulled away in pain, but the roller coaster rounded a fast corner and Marco lurched forward, accidentally bumping heads with Tom as hard as he could.

The ride slower to stop. “Please exit to your right.” The ride operator called. The boys groaned in pain. Tom rubbed his third eye.

“I think you gave me a black eye.” He groaned, which was true.

“Is my lip bleeding?” Marco asked. His lip was bleeding a,lot, and it was puffy where Tom bit it. “Was that seriously our first kiss?” Marco asked. “How lame is that?” He grumbled.

“Do you kids want your picture from the top of the coaster?” The carni asked. He showed them a polaroid of Marco screaming and clutching his mouth, and Tom making a scrunched up face with his hands on his third eye. Both of them were blurry from being jerked from the ride.

“Burn that.” Tom grumbled.

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Star and Janna waited by the end of the ride for their boys. Their conversation was disrupted when a carni excused himself past them. “Sorry girls, gotta put this up by the entrance.” He smiled and hung a sign that said “No Kissing On the Roller Coasters”.

“That’s a weird sign.” Janna laughed.

“Yeah, we actually had an incident today. Some kid got a black eye and the other got a bloodied up lip. It was pretty bad too, like whoever bit him had sharpened teeth or something.” The carni shook his head. He walked off to the photo stand and Stra gasped.

“Oh My god, Janna look!” She cried, pointing at the photo of Tom and Marco. “How did I not guess this as soon as I saw the sign?” She asked.

“Sir, how much for that photo?” Janna asked.

‘We can’t really sell photos of other people to somebody else.” He explained. Janna pulled out a wad of cash.

“I will literally give you six hundred dollars for that.” She swore. The man shrugged and printed out two photos.

“You want frames?” He asked. Janna nodded.

“Janna, where did you get that kind of money?” Star asked.

“Marco’s wallet.” Janna responded, handed her a frame. “Keep this close, it’s a treasure.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, don't know if this has been asked before, but I wanted to hear your thoughts on this subject. How do you handle writing a protagonist that is purposely a horrible/annoying person? There is a character arc in which the protagonist grows and starts to recognize his/her flaws and change...but I'm curious about how to keep the reader hooked in the beginning when you're essentially stuck inside the head of a bitch/bastard?

Do it. Whole hog. Make them a gnarly slimeball.  Don’t hold back.  Some people are going to hate it anyway, but screw ‘em.

What usually turns me off this character type is when authors don’t fully embrace the idea that their character is asshat.  And I don’t mean that you need to make them extra-assy – no one is pure jerk and they should have a balanced personality – but there’s this sense that they need to justify it in order to still have the turnaround.  There’s this “he’s a jerk, but only because mommy didn’t hug him enough” tone trying to soften the blow of his jerkitude.  Fuck that.  Be unapologetic.

Because once you get in that mindset, it’s really easy for me to get the impression that you want me to excuse their actions.  It’s really easy to accidentally make them a darling, or forget to full write out the consequences of such behavior.  Don’t.  They’re a jerk.  Own it.

modern au where Eren works at an olive garden and one day this REALLY cute blond kid comes in with this other guy and they’re obviously on a date but the blond one seems really nervous and awkward and the other guy is weird and gross. Eren is their waiter. Stupid nameless guy goes to the bathroom at one point and Eren comes by again and ends up talking to this kid who tells him that his name is Armin and his stupid friend jean set him up on a blind date and he really hates this but he doesnt want to be impolite even though the other guy is a jerk. Eren asks if he would like him to do something about it and Armin agrees hesitantly. So after the asshole comes back, Eren walks by again and “accidentally” spills spaghetti sauce all over this guy’s head which makes Armin start laughing really hard against his will and the jerk runs out of the restaruant in humiliation and when Armin asks Eren how he can repay him Eren is like “well, you could let ME take you out sometime” and armin is still laughing but he agrees and eren gets his number and they go out later that week and eventually become boyfriends the end