and her book is so incredibly useful

okay, but everyone portrays Trini as “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about school” but… do you remember Spinelli from that Recess animated show? She acted as if she failed every assignment but she actually had grades similar to Gretchen… What if Trini was secretly the biggest nerd (besides Billy of course) and they all find out when they show up in Trini’s house unannounced and her mom, overly excited leads them to a small studio room where Trini studies, that is incredibly organized, yellow accents, sunflowers by the window and a lot of yellow post its on the wall, pretty notes and a lot of books, the tests, quizzes and assignments that had been returned to her in a stash and they all can see she mainly has As? And that becomes the target of the rest of the rangers teasing and Trini becomes Kimberly’s personal biology tutor, in which Kim is great at but uses it as an excuse to spend time with Trini.

We need to talk about Jaime

Okay, Game of Thrones. I gave you all season to convince me, and here we are.

All of Jaime Lannister’s story in Season 7 was complete and utter bullshit.

You cannot convince me or anyone else who read A Song of Ice and Fire that Jaime wouldn’t leave Cersei immediately for using WILDFIRE to blow up a big chunk of King’s Landing, the very thing he sacrificed his honor and reputation to prevent 17 years ago. In the books he has ALREADY left Cersei for far less! And what makes me truly angry is you didn’t even try to convince me. You just left him there, continuing to support Cersei without exploring the reasons why. Because you wanted to get one more season of Jaime with Cersei even though it makes no goddamn sense. Yes, he left Cersei in the finale, but only after seven episodes of inexplicably doing her bidding. 

Show, you know very well you have an extremely talented actor playing Jaime and you counted on him to carry this for you. You gave Jaime no motivation and no chance to explain himself, and left Nikolaj Coster Waldau to sell this for you. And to be fair, he sold the hell out of it! Give the man an Emmy for the sheer amount of WORK he had to put in to find some kind of consistent character in all this mess! 

But GOT, for whatever reason you didn’t want to do the work required to write this storyline. The scripts gave us no insight into Jaime whatsoever and you gave one of your best actors little to nothing to work with. You had Jaime in scenes with Cersei, Bronn, Olenna, Tyrion, and even Brienne and you never once had a coherent explanation for whatever he’s been going through, which viewers had to pretty much imagine for themselves because you didn’t bother to write one. Nik invested his scenes with a lot of emotion and pain and depth that he had to act entirely alone because they wouldn’t let Jaime TALK to anybody. He kind of makes it work, but the writing pretty much hung him out to dry. 

GOT, you really stopped writing a personality for Jaime years ago and what you made him do in Season 7 could have destroyed the character. If you had just offered some kind of explanation, explicitly, for why he would both stand by Cersei and hate everything she was doing at the same time, you might have been able to salvage this. But even in his last scene, it was hard to understand his motives - why now? why not before? why is this the last straw when Tommen wasn’t? I can come up with reasons why it played this way that the show never bothered to mention, but why the hell didn’t you mention it? I don’t know if you couldn’t find a way to fit it all in or just handwaved that you needed to keep Jaime in King’s Landing because you needed another Finale surprise or you didn’t know what else to do with him so he had to stay in holding pattern yet another season. Maybe you just didn’t bother thinking about it too hard because Jaime’s not a priority to you on this show. But I’m really pissed off about it. Jaime is one of my favorite characters in the books and he is nowhere to be found on Game of Thrones. What a waste.

And let’s talk about Brienne for a minute, while we’re talking about doing the work. How did you get Brienne from “oaths and honor” to “fuck loyalty”? I can think of ways to do it, the fans can headcanon how she got there, but you never actually put the character through that process. You just kind of dumped her there and let Gwendoline Christie do her thing to make it convincing. It’s so fucking infuriating because Brienne has an ACTUAL STORY ARC in the books that could convincingly sell that characterization, but you skipped the actual story to make her say the line you needed! Meanwhile Brienne got about 5 lines of dialogue this entire season and mostly propped up the scenery in other characters storylines. What a waste. What an absolute waste.

The fact is you have two incredibly talented actors with great chemistry together who are completely wasted on this show, because the writers are fucking lazy. They don’t do character work anymore, they are just steering us from one spectacle to another. And I think in the case of Jaime and Brienne they KNOW the actors are good and that the viewers love them together and they count on that to carry things that the writers didn’t devote any effort to. The only exchange we got between Jaime and Brienne in Episode 7 was a travesty, writing-wise. Nik and Gwen made it work because they’re that fucking good, but show, I’m gonna need you to give them some ACTUAL MATERIAL that wasn’t written in crayon on a cocktail napkin ten minutes before shooting, okay? 

We have six episodes left, and I want you to prioritize getting this right. Maybe you don’t care about the book readers and our hopes for the show, but if you actually love the books, you owe it to them to fix this. What makes ASOIAF great is the characters, dammit. If you don’t know what to do with Jaime Lannister, for the love of god go ask George R. R. Martin. For real. Because you’ve got a lot of work to do.

edited to add: a follow-up question on the topic

Dear Night Valeans,

This is a PSA because I think it would be so terrible for WTNV fans to miss out on this amazing YA book, Radio Silence by Alice Oseman. It’s a book about a girl who got involved in her favourite fictional podcast and the author made no secret that the main inspiration for it is based on Welcome to Night Vale (the MC even has a WTNV poster in her room!). The author even had a paragraph in her acknowledgement page dedicated to Welcome to Night Vale.

Now, you may think that this sounds like a rip off of the podcast, especially if you read the description of the podcast in the book. But the best thing about the book is that it’s definitely captures the spirit of WTNV while telling its own unique story that most people can relate to: being true to who you are, realizing that what people want for you may not be the best thing for you, and finding your own people who can accept you for who you really are.

Furthermore, the book and characters are incredible diverse and when I say diverse, I mean really diverse:

1) MC is a bisexual mixed-race British/Ethiopian girl, and she uses the actual word “bisexual” to describe herself instead of the more ambiguous “I just like whoever I like.” Trust me, so many books would rather have their characters say that rather than to use the actual word. Also, the author did not use any love triangle to as a plot device to prove her bisexuality. She says she’s bisexual, so that should be enough.

2) There are two other gay characters and their sexuality was accepted without judgment, although there are discussions on why it’s not easy to come out to everyone.

3) Two of the characters (including the MC) are mixed POC and they have a discussion on how they regret not being in touch with their heritage due to being born in UK. Also another character is Indian and she’s more in tune with her cultural heritage.

4) All the main characters are NOT straight. Seriously, when was the last time you’ve read a good, well-written non-heteronormative book? Other than Francesca Lia Block’s brilliant Love in the Time of Global Warming of course. 

5) The main character is Frances and Aled. A boy and a girl. THEY DID NOT FALL IN LOVE (this is not a spoiler, there is zero will-they-won’t-they plot). In fact, after we finished the Meet Cute scene there is a special chapter in page 85 where Frances gives the reader a heads up that they WON’T fall in love with each other just because she’s a girl who met a boy. Also Aled declared that he’s platonically in love with Frances and Frances thanks him for saying the boy-girl equivalent of No Homo. THEY’RE SO CUTE GUYS.

6) The best and rarest thing: there is a genuine and honest discussion on asexuality. I repeat, there is a genuine and honest discussion on asexuality. Seriously, what other book does that, especially YA book?? There is a discussion on asexuality, demisexuality and also the burden of not knowing that your partner is asexual which will put strain in your relationship and this is why visibility and awareness is important people. It blows my mind that Oseman even went there and she deals with asexuality with kindness and sensitivity that the issue deserves.

You would think that all of this makes the book preachy and try-hard but it’s not, these facts are just part of the characters and not shoved in the readers’ faces and incorporated to show that the world and the people in it is so diverse and does not fall within the trappings of society’s binary expectations. 

I always wondered if I should find other podcasts to listen to other than Welcome to Night Vale, but the fact is there is nothing quite like Night Vale, with its truly diverse, female-friendly characters and incredibly clever plots. Similarly, I have never read anything quite like Radio Silence, and I hope to see more of this kind of writing and I’m forever thankful for WTNV for inspiring a generation of new voices that will not not be limited by the trapping of heteronormative, cliched storytelling.

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  1. Why is it that every time I open a wine bottle you call me to get into some kind of trouble?
  2. Pardon all the mess but our pilot seems to have forgotten how to steer our ship.
  3. But I might be afraid that you are not here for tea and biscuits
  4. She’s going rather paranoid at this point…
  5. ”I don’t remember you being so sensitive.”
    ”Well I don’t remember you being such a dick, but apparently things change.”
  6. They laid down to the desert sand, clinging to their guns. This was how they were going to die, and at least one of them had accepted their fate.
  7. Maybe we can leave together, run away and never come back.
  8. They cut off her tongue with rusty razor blade and locked her to the deepest of the dungeons. But witches were bitches, and she was biggest one of them.
  9. Thank you for that confusing clarification.
  10. My closet holds more skeletons than you can imagine
  11. You gonna try to kill him with nail clipper’s file? Mate, that’s like inch long what fucking damage you think you gonna do?
  12. ”Are you gonna get stubby tonight?”
    ”No. But then again and I said that last time, didn’t it?”
    ”Okay, then you have to wait a minute, I have to change my dress.”
  13. Knucklehead alarm! What are we gonna do?
  14. Could you stop gnashing your teeth and help me fix the engine?
  15. This is a kidnapping, not an assassination!
  16. Do the rich care that they are sending the young to war?
  17. It took years for me to stood on my feet again, and of course she would come to knock me back down.
  18. She knew it wasn’t the wisest of things leave her mouth, but like her grandma always said, ’Fuck it’.
  19. ”What your doing?”
    ”I though you were gonna choke me.”
  20. Don’t throw a kid to the wolves, for he might return as one of their own.
  21. What now? You are going to keep me in a cage like an animal?
  22. What an novel act, Mr.Renz.. But unfortunately I think this might’ve been an idea right out of the bad part of the brain.
  23. Sacrificing yourself for the well being of others? How heart breaking.
  24. Healthy level of narcissism? I think we are far over the healthy limit, crossing to fucking insane level
  25. Stop ignoring me, I’m the only one properly armed to save you
  26. Why do I always have to do the painful work? It’s not like you couldn’t do it.
  27. Not as graceful as I thought, but let’s work around it.
  28. Maybe I’m stronger than I thought I was.
  29. I suggest we blame someone else and scatter on our own ways
  30. ”I told you to be careful!”
    ”You also told me to shoot my way out of trouble if I need to!”
  31. Well my judgement was always little dodgy.
  32. And I thought I was fucked up. Goddamn, you need help.
  33. Secret rooms shouldn’t have other secret rooms!
  34. The sweet old lady is gonna help us kidnap the King! What a glorious day!
  35. I swear you will be endangered species, if you don’t shut up
  36. Don’t ever mention knives and laugh like that afterwards.
  37. You know, I don’t think I should eat this…
  38. I think I’m just bitter because you have most of your life ahead of you
  39. My reasons are none of your concerns
  40. Well that’s something anybody hadn’t never said out loud
  41. Don’t snarl at me, I didn’t invent the game or the rules.
  42. Shouldn’t you attack somebody who actually pulls the strings?
  43. Lay low for a while didn’t mean that you should
  44. Only if these people knew what you have done for this world.. What you have scarified to protect these people
  45. ”Maybe one day you might understand”
    ”Rather hope so”
  46. What a fucking disaster! I knew you were stupid but this is ridiculous.
  47. Have you had a fucking stroke? The fuck are you talking about?
  48. You got any prove of that? Cause I don’t remember doing nothing like that
  49. Blood and mud covered her clothes, even the rain wasn’t washing it away.
  50. Do I have to start treating you like a dog again? Sit, boy. Down. Don’t bark.
  51. Please don’t make me sit in limousine, I’m just gonna get a fucking headache and get angry
  52. Oh my God, I didn’t think I could look more like a whore than Charlotte..
  53. Why do you feel obligated to give me roses every time you see me?
  54. How much do you think he uses hair gel? Because that looks like a whole bottle it’s on top of his head right now.
  55. We vowed to protect this land, no matter who’s the ruler
  56. She offered 5 grand just to kill one useless high school student?
  57. The information passed like a wild fire through the city
  58. Any day might be our last, we can’t predict anything.
  59. When the daylight appears again, remember our luck
  60. That’s probably the worst way to die, honestly… Drown in a fish tank.
  61. What an amazing fall. 10/10 points, bravo
  62. Do you think it’s edible?
    I don’t know, it looks like it is.
  63. Maybe you should write it up? You know, ‘cause you’re kinda stupid
  64. This is gonna get sad very fast, isn’t it?
  65. What a literal fucking moron you are.
  66. Casted from heaven to forever travel the earth.
  67. What an absolutely weird thing to say, really…
  68. Well.. the car is fucked now
  69. If she starts acting up again, or brings that damn knife, I’ll knock her the fuck down!
  70. Bloody palm print was smudged to the bunker’s wall
  71. Smell of death filled the air around the alter, making the visitor wonder what the walls and floors are hiding
  72. It didn’t matter how long she had been gone, the feeling was the same.
  73. Leaning against the cold railing of The Queens Walk, he looked down at the Thames, hoping this day wouldn’t end like last Tuesday.
  74. His eyes were as black as his heart
  75. She made a pact with the Devil and stabbed him in the back with the first change she got.
  76. She laid down her live for others and what happened? You act like se was the biggest brat of these people
  77. And the King didn’t have no other choice than to allow the black sheep of the family to take the throne.
  78. ”Why can’t you just let them work things out between them?”
    “Because they will end up stabbing each other”
  79. Blowing it up seems rather bad choice, doesn’t it?
  80. I feel like this would have to be something for national security to handle
  81. Do I need to start shooting people to get trough this fucking crowd?
  82. What about plan F? I mean I know it involves Margarita dying, but G would involve me being used as a bait, and that would be drastic
  83. These cars tend to have trackers, so if you may just step out
  84. Stay inside the car, or if you must disobey the order like the last time, please make sure you close the doors behind you
  85. The hound is barking again,
  86. Ohh… We making a bomb? Fucking awesome.
  87. Oh yeah, they are trying to kill each other in middle of London’s tube, how fucking great!
  88. Am I failing to see the obvious here?
  89. You feed your children lies? Or do you tell them what lurks in the light of day?
  90. ”Who’s in the body bag?”
    “He’s dead?”
    “Sedated. Probably will wake up soon, too.”
  91. Stop waving the gun at me if you’re not going to shoot me.
  92. ”We’ll burn their lungs out!”
    ”Smoke inhalation? Awesome.”
  93. Oh woah.. We REALLY need to work on your subtle threats.
  94. Eventually blood will dry and maybe you’ll realize what you have done
  95. The blood from our past haunt us now.
  96. Maybe the history books will read our names. Tell the story how we ended up fucking up so bad.
  97. Tug your skirt down, wipe your tears and load your gun.
  98. You’re stronger than any fucker here
  99. “We still need the information!”
    “Probably shouldn’t have killed her then.”
  100. Hey, have I done anything incredibly stupid in last five minutes?

Thank you all. Really.

Can we please take a moment to appreciate Lysandra?

I’m not sure she gets enough love from the fandom and she’s fantastic! An incredibly smart, capable, and realistically flawed woman, who uses her wits and abilities to such great and devastating effect. She’s a true friend to Aelin, a total badass, and just an all round brilliant character! I love her so much!

Blueberry Muffins || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Please write about a Reader that bakes to calm down, but lately she’s super stressed and bakes a lot and every time she gives Peter some of her muffins. He eventually notices her stress and comforts her. With a lot of Fluff please :D]]

time to work on more requests~ also my ask box is closed for requests since I have so many I have to catch up on ;w;

tags: {anonymous}

warnings: none

{{request status: closed}}

**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot**


For some odd reason, there was a strong scent of blueberry muffins detected in the air that spread throughout the hallways of Peter’s apartment complex.

This wasn’t to say that Peter was complaining or anything, since the scent was positively delicious to him, he just wasn’t sure how and why the smell of blueberry muffins baking started filling the air.

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“Jon Snow is NOT Aegon Targaryen, Young Griff is! Stupid writers!”


Also in books - (this is all just off the top of my head, I know I have missed a lot)

Catelyn Stark is still “alive” as Lady Stoneheart.

Beric Dondarrion died giving Catelyn the kiss of life.

Lady Stoneheart now leads the Brotherhood without Banners and despises Brienne of Tarth and demands her head.

Robb Stark never fell in love with Talisa - Talisa was never even a character. Robb had a moment of weakness and slept with Jeyne Westerling, a high born, and was afraid that she would be pregnant, and married her to prevent a bastard.

Jeyne Westerling was never pregnant, she was not at the Red Wedding, and she was never killed. She was held captive for two years to make sure she had not given Robb an heir.

Cersei aborted her baby with Robert because she hated him that much. So no, she is not the blonde woman that used to sing to Gendry as a baby.

The Mad King never once said “burn them all”

All Targaryens (as they have the blood of Old Valaryia) have purple eyes. This is incredible important in identifying that they’re actually Targaryens and not pretenders.

Margaery & Loras are not the only Tyrell heirs. They have an older brother who was supposed to marry Sansa. (And also another brother) So even if / when the wild fire scene happens in the books, the Tyrell house will live. They have dozens of distant cousins with the name Tyrell. I have no idea why they decided to exterminate the house in the show. 

Jorah never gets greyscale. 

Lyanna Mormont is the youngest of five(?) daughters, not the only child of Maege Mormont. She is acting Lady of Bear Island but some of her sisters are still alive.

Sansa never leaves the Eyrie, never gets sent to Winterfell, never marries Ramsay, and never gets raped. She never escapes with Theon and she never makes it to the wall to meet with Jon. She is still with Littlefinger at the Vale. And none of those events will happen even after the books catch up with the show, because all those events happened to Sansa’s childhood friend, Jeyne Poole. 

Cersei is an alcoholic sex addict who sleeps with both men and women. She cheats on Jaime very frequently, and when he finds out, he abandons her. This causes her to lose her mind and sees every one as a threat. She’s crazy.

As GRRM has said, the books are the books, and the show is the show. They have almost completely parted ways. Stop nitpicking what should be considered canon and not canon. As far as I’m concerned, anything not written by GRRM is not canon. The doesn’t make the show any less exciting to watch. Each episode cost 10-12 million dollars and each main character receives a salary of 1.1 million per episode. (Jon, Dany, Cersei, Tyrion, Jaime). They just simply don’t have the budget to create every little thing and make it 100% true to the books. Futhermore, D&D never signed up for finishing the story on their own. Winds of Winter was supposed to be out a while ago.

I also just want to point out: even Jon Connington has started to doubt that Young Griff is Aegon. “His eyes are a different shade of violet than Rhaegar’s” (or some quote like that). There is a lot of speculation that that boy is probably a Blackfyre (distant / bastard Targaryen). 

Also also - I know they’ve never mentioned this on the show, so I don’t blame any show watchers for not knowing this, but Rhaegar was COMPLETELY obsessed with his prophecy of the prince that  was promised and the song of ice and fire. His son absolutely had to be named Aegon. He was sure that his first Aegon with Elia would be the PTWP because a comet flew overhead the night he was conceived. Then he learned Elia was frail and another pregnancy would kill her, she could not give him the third head of the dragon, and that he was wrong about the first Aegon being the PTWP. So, in my opinion, assuming Rhaegar had no idea his first two children with Elia (Aegon and Rhaenys) would be murdered, he was expecting Lyanna to birth a girl, Visenya, the third head, and the final person to completely the original trio of Targaryens. But since Rhaegar died, and word probably reached Dorne that Elia and her children had been murdered, Lyanna knew (from assumed previous conversions with Rhaegar) that they boy HAD to be named Aegon. There was no way that Rhaegar, near mad with obsession over this prophecy, would have allowed or wanted Lyanna to name their son anything other than Aegon. 

#DanversSistersWeek Day 3: Nerd Sisters

i DID manage to write something on all my flights, but it’s quite rough. hope you enjoy! As always, catch this along with my other one-shots on AO3 in Mean Peach Mojito.

“Uh, babe? What’s in this big-ass red box?”

Alex looks over at her girlfriend who is currently waist-deep in their storage unit. All she can see of Maggie is the back of her thighs and her ass – she’s nearly spread-eagled on top of some of their more sturdy boxes to be able to reach what’s in the big red box in the back.

“Oh, uh, don’t worry about that box.” Alex hopes she sounds nonchalant, but her voice comes out high and strained.

And, obviously, Maggie notices. She notices that Alex is embarrassed and, like any good girlfriend, she seizes the opportunity.

She pulls herself back up and turns to face Alex. “Babe, what’s in it?” She’s got a shit-eating grin on her face which only grows as Alex fidgets and mumbles something inaudible that definitely has the words “Kara” and “stupid” in it.

“What was that, babe?” Maggie’s eyes are twinkling now, and she’s dimpling, and Alex hates how much she loves her.

Alex crosses her arms over her chest and tries to resist. “It’s nothing,” she says, trying to will her voice back to a normal register. “Just some of Kara’s old crap.”

But Maggie isn’t a decorated detective for nothing. She knows Alex is lying, but she can also tell that whatever is in this box has crossed over from funny-embarrassing to anxious-embarrassing, and she changes tactics immediately. She clambers over another couple boxes so she can stand right next to Alex, reaching out and rubbing her arm with one hand.

“Babe, it’s okay,” she says, and her voice is soft and tender now. “You don’t have to tell me what’s in it. I was just messing with you. But, really, it’s fine for you to have secrets. You don’t have to show me everything.”

“No, I – no, it’s not a secret.” Alex rolls her eyes at herself. She’s such a drama queen sometimes, and she really doesn’t mean to be. She just isn’t used to someone who isn’t Kara watching her all the time – someone who actually cares about the nuances of her emotions. “It’s just embarrassing, but it’s not, like, bad.”


Alex shakes her head. “No, not DEO-related.”

And Maggie just gives it a beat of silence. She tilts her head, just the way Alex likes, and smiles softly, dimpling just the way Alex likes, and holds Alex’s elbow, rubbing her thumb up and down Alex’s skin just the way she likes. If Alex doesn’t say anything else, she’ll drop it, and will leave the mystery of the big-ass red box unsolved.

But she has a sneaking suspicion that Alex – who is a pretty great liar when she really needs to be, and who has a propensity for wanting to show Maggie everything about herself, is going to say something. Maggie’s pretty sure that Alex wants her to know what’s in the box, and just doesn’t know how to say it.

So Maggie waits, with the tilt and the dimple and the soothing thumb.

And Alex fidgets, and then sighs heavily, and then blushes as she says, “It’s our dress-up box.”

Maggie had been steeling herself not to react, no matter what Alex said, but she can’t help it. Her eyebrows fly up and her jaw sags a little. She hasn’t heard those words in that sequence since she was a little kid.

“Your…dress-up box?”

Alex nods a little – her face is still pink and she’s clearly a little embarrassed but not afraid or anxious or upset. “Yeah, me and Kara’s. From when we were kids.”

And Maggie doesn’t mention that Kara didn’t show up until Alex was a teenager, and that most kids out-grown their dress-up boxes by the middle of elementary school. She just nods in understanding.

Alex hasn’t kept a lot of stuff from her life. This storage unit is mostly books and Maggie’s old furniture. Alex has just a couple of boxes from her childhood, and has functionally nothing from between college and when she’d met Maggie in the way of mementos or knick-knacks or sentimental belongings.

This big-ass red box – this dress-up box – is clearly something special. It’s the one big thing she’s made sure to keep as she’s moved from apartment to apartment, from city to city. She keeps it here, not in Eliza’s garage or anywhere else back in Midvale. She keeps it here, in her storage unit, with her baby blanket and her dad’s telescope and all of the books she used to read out loud to Kara.

It’s clearly incredibly important to her. And if Maggie met someone in bar that she didn’t really care about who mentioned still having their childhood dress-up box, that they used into their late teens, Maggie would give them so much shit for it. Or if, for example, Winn still had his, he’d never hear the end of it from her.

But Alex? Her sweet, tender, soft, loving girlfriend, with the huge heart and the huge wall between herself and everyone else? Her wonderful girl who would make a blanket fort just to snuggle her sister in a second, but would use her bare hands to murder anyone who looked at her sideways?

Maggie wouldn’t dream of making fun of her for something that obviously means so much, that she’s kept so close.

“Wanna take it back with us?” Maggie asks, hoping she sounds casual. “Might be fun for you and Kara to look through it together, if it’s been a while.”

And Alex equivocates a little, and makes dismissive little sounds, and rolls her eyes. Like it’s embarrassing. Like she hadn’t ever considered something so lame.

But her eyes are wide and little soft, and she, finally, after looking at Maggie and finding only love and trust and support, nods.

So Maggie carefully makes her way into the back corner of the unit and Alex charts a parallel course along the other wall, so they both end up on opposite sides of the big-ass red box. They heft it up together – it’s not too heavy, but it’s just too big for either of them to carry on their own, and they start the slow and awkward process of maneuvering it out to the car.

After dropping it twice, and Alex having to rescue Maggie from another box that nearly swallows her whole (and treating her trauma with a light make out session), they finally emerge with it. They pop it in the backseat of the car and, for the rest of the time they’re arranging the unit, Alex keeps darting her eyes over her shoulder, back to the big-ass red dress-up box.

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My Muse - Sherlock x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader
Warnings: none? i think?
Rating: T, just to be safe
Word Count: 1828
Author’s Note: This is for @sherlockourhero who requested this:

Heyy, I loved your last moriarty x reader imagine!<3 If u don’t mind, here’s a Sherlockxreader request for you:) Soo, the reader really enjoys to draw but she runs out of ideas but then she decides to draw Sherlock and she’s so keen of the idea so from this moment forth she’s currently drawing him. One day(maybe when she’s on a date) Sherlock needs something from her and searches for it but finds the drawings and is totally flattered and doesn’t know how to handle it when she comes in? Fluff? <3

Hopefully you liked this! I’m sorry if you don’t, but I tried my best! :)

“I’ve been gone for three hours and you still haven’t moved from the floor!” John exclaimed when he entered the flat of 221B Baker Street. Y/N Y/L/N lay sprawled on the floor with her eyes closed. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and the sunlight poured in from the open window. Mrs Hudson was probably downstairs watching telly, Sherlock… somewhere and Y/N was normally sketching away. Except she wasn’t. Her signature sketch book and her pencil were no where to be seen.

“You took Rosie away from me,” Y/N replied sorrowfully, her eyes still closed. “My wittle Wosie. My sunshine, the light of my life.” John groaned and set his shopping on the table, which wasn’t cluttered with experiments, surprisingly. “If she were around, I could have gone with Molly and we’d have bought more toys and clothes for her.”

“I’m starting to think you have an obsession with Rosie,” he rolled his eyes at her. Y/N hummed back in response and continued to lie on the floor.

“She’s my favourite thing in this whole world,” she spoke loudly after some time, finally getting up and plopped herself onto the sofa. “I would gladly quit my job for her, but I can’t or else I’d be broke, and then I can’t buy her nice things,” John sat down next to her and seizing the opportunity, she put her legs on his lap. He made a motion to shove her legs away but changed his mind at the last minute.

“You ramble a lot when you’re bored,” he finally spoke, after looking at her for some time. John grabbed the newspaper that was on the coffee table and began to read it.

“I am aware,” was her reply.

“We need to find something you can do on Saturday afternoons,” John shook his head and turned the page. “What about… going out with Molly? She’s your best friend.”

“Firstly,” Y/N held up a finger. “Molly works on Saturdays, who does that? And I’d love to go out with her, it’s just that we’re not-“

“Yeah yeah whatever,” John cut her off. “Rosie isn’t with me… What about drawing?”

“There’s nothing for me to draw!” Y/N complained loudly. “I have over a dozen drawings of Rosie, couple of Molly, some of you…” she trailed off, sneaking him a look. He chose to ignore the last statement and turned a page. A couple of silent minutes passed when John realised that something was missing. Or rather someone.

“Where’s Sherlock?” John asked, looking around. “He’s the one who normally causing the ruckus.”

“Probably visiting Eurus,” she replied, looking at the grocery John had bought in a new found interest. “Did you get jam?”

“Stop telling everyone I’ve gone to visit Eurus!” Sherlock called loudly from the bedroom. John groaned and held his head in his hands when he heard something hit the door.

“Sometimes I can still hear him,” the woman mock pondered, pouting slightly in the process.

“Sod off Y/N,” he yelled back, emerging briefly throwing her sketchbook and pencil at her from the room. “I don’t visit her all the time!” He then looked at the kitchen and slowly turned his head, with a murderous glare in his eyes. “Did you remove all my experiments?” he asked softly.

“I do what I want Sherlock!” Y/N hollered back, picking up the sketch book and pencil from the floor. She frowned when she saw that the tip of the pencil had broken off. “Stop throwing my things and breaking them you… you man-child!” She yelled at him once more. Sherlock emerged from the bedroom, like a dragon emerging from a cave, and glared at Y/N.

“Remind me why you’re here again?” Sherlock asked waspishly. All of a sudden, the army doctor wished he wasn’t such a frequent visitor to Baker Street. It was fine enough having two babies to handle, he had to handle Y/N now that she had to stay.

“Someone blew up my kitchen when Mrs Hudson said that special someone couldn’t use the one in 221B,” she stuck her tongue out at him. “So I have to stay at yours.”

“SHUT UP!” John finally yelled at both of them. He was tired of their constant bickering. “BOTH OF YOU JUST, SHUT UP!” The flat was in total silence for several minutes as Sherlock sat down on his chair and Y/N began to doodle on her sketch book. The light in the room suddenly brightened and it hit Sherlock in such a way, he seemed like a heavenly celestial being. It suddenly struck Y/N as she realised she hadn’t drawn him before. The doorbell buzzed and John and Sherlock immediately looked at each other.



John and Sherlock spent the next couple of hours meeting the clients that were lined up at their door. Y/N remained in the same room, but instead on listening to the clients’ stories, she sketched Sherlock. She first started on his face, lightly drawing his face in first. After their first two clients, she had finished the basic features of his face and started to draw his eyes. Y/N loved his eyes the best of all. They were so exquisitely beautiful, one could get lost in them. An idea struck her and she promptly left the room, much to the surprise of their client, and she returned with several colour pencils of varying shades of blue and green. Slowly, yet carefully, she started to fill the vibrant colour into his eyes. Once his eyes were done, she shaded in his face, highlighting his cheekbones, smudging the shadows with her thumbs and redefining several lines. Sherlock was too engrossed in his clients that he failed to notice Y/N’s quick glances at him.


“Y/N you’ve got a notification,” John was typing away furiously at his laptop at the latest case. It had been a couple of weeks since the fiasco in the living room. Sherlock had disappeared for a case a couple of days ago. When no reply came, he peered into the screen of her phone. “It’s from Molly!” He rolled his eyes when he heard a crash and a bang; a frazzled Y/N came in, her fingers were blackened from the charcoal. She walked through the living room and unlocked the phone. When no reply came from her again, John looked at her with concern, she had a strange look on her face. “What’s the matter?”
“I’ve gotten date,” a small smile was on her face. “Tonight. At seven.” Her expression dropped a little. “When’s Sherlock getting back?” John looked at her sadly and closed his laptop lid. He walked over to where she was standing and gently gripped her by the shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he spoke softly. “He’s a bit of a prick, go enjoy your date.” Y/N hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek.

Couple of hours later

“I need your sketch book Y/N!” Sherlock thundered up the stairs and burst into the flat. John nor Y/N were anywhere to be seen. Bestride needed a person who could sketch and he had immediately thought of Y/N. She was likeable, she got unbearable when she didn’t have anything to do. A slip of paper on the fridge caught his eyes and he strode over to where it was was and quickly scanned it.

I’m with Rose and Y/N’s gone for a date. DON’T RUIN IT AGAIN OR NO ROSIE FOR A MONTH.

Dinner’s in the fridge, or just get take away.


Sherlock crumpled the piece of paper in his hand and threw it away. He needed Y/N so she could sketch the portrait of the murderer, but he couldn’t ruin the date. There was an alternate option of… messaging her. He wouldn’t be ruining the dat after all.

Sherlock: If you’re not terribly busy in your date, I need you ASAP.

Stuffing the phone in his Belfast, Sherlock started to look through Y/N’s room. He heard the John in his head going, “Stop going through her stuff! It’s private you prick!”. Sherlock chose to ignore it; a buzz indicated he had a new message.

John: Did you ruin her date again? I told you not to.

The consulting detective rolled his eyes and typed out a reply

Sherlock: I just said if she wasn’t busy, I needed her ASAP.

John: No Rosie for a month.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a dark, leather-bound notebook, which was precariously on the edge of her dressing table. It was a Eureka moment for Sherlock as he reached out to grab it. However, it fell to the floor and Sherlock stopped for a moment when it saw what page it had opened on. It was a portrait of him.

Sherlock gently ran this fingers over the papers, lingering on his eyes. He knew Y/N was talented, but he didn’t know she was this talented. She had cleverly used charcoal for his hair and outlined individual strands using a mechanical pencil. He could make out the softness of the tissue she had used for shading his cheek-

“Turns out I wasn’t so terribly busy on my date!” He heard a familiar voice call from the living room. “He was frankly lovely, but he didn’t like books! Imagine that! A man who didn’t like…” Y/N trailed off when she entered her own room and found her sketchbook in Sherlock’s hands.

“Books,” he completed for her. “Y/N I-I’m so…” the detective found himself lost for words; he was incredibly flustered.

“I can explain,” Y/N’s face was flushed from embarrassment. “I swear it’s nothing stalker-“

“It’s beautiful,” he cut her off again, setting the book aside. “But why me? Only deduction I can make is that-“

“I never drew you before,” Y/N admitted shyly. “That sketch was my first time, the nose is a little off and the eyes…“ she was interrupted in her rambling when he stood right in front of her; Sherlock gazed at her fondly and cupped her cheek with a gloved hand.

“Thank you,” he had a small smile on his face. Y/N, suddenly feeling a rush of bravery in her, gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she grinned shyly, from ear to ear. “For being my muse. You’re an interesting person to draw.”

“Can I be your muse more often?” he asked, with a cocky smirk on his face. Y/N laughed and elbowed him in his ribs.

“Only if you stop complaining about me all the time,” she looked over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. “What did you need? Was it Lestrade? He messaged me too!” Sherlock had stopped listening and held his hand on his cheek where she had kissed him with a small, secret knowing smile.

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My Eyes - Part 11

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 5,221

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On…

The jet ride back to Montana was eerily silent.

Bucky kept stealing glances her way. But Y/N looked so lost in thought that he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

He had to stop from sighing in relief when he finally landed the jet in the usual clearing.

Y/N reached for her bags, but Bucky grabbed them first.

“Where’s Jimmy?” Bucky asked as they opened the door to find the house absolutely empty. He assumed that someone had been staying with him for the weekend. However, Porthos came running to greet them.

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@quidditchleaguenet september event: wizarding families - ravenclaw team - the black sisters

  • i believe that all three of the black sister’s were experts in their own chosen areas.
  • not only were they naturally gifted in these areas, their home environment also encouraged them to display these gifts to the world and use them for success. other than andromeda, i don’t think she ever had a good relationship with her family and her gifts were never as appreciated once they learned her true motivations.
  • there is a reason they all the sisters were slytherins - they valued success, determination, and resourcefulness.
  • we’ll first start with bellatrix.
  • i firmly believe bellatrix is a genius in her own way, which is why she is so lethal. 
  • i believe she was an inventor; she always came up with new spells and ways of doing things.
  • her wand was made of walnut, and walnut is known to choose those who are incredibly intelligent and also potentially have a knack for inventing. 
  • out of all the sisters, she was the most “book smart.” in muggle terms, she has a very high iq. she was always constantly trying to be the best. her mind could work in a million different ways.
  • she loved to expand her mind and come up with new ideas to get her viewpoints across.
  • if only she used her intelligence for good.
  • then we have andromeda.
  • andromeda was the free spirit; that was obvious with how her relationships ended up with her family.
  • she was passionate, she was romantic, she was a poet.
  • she was a very gifted writer and was a prodigy when it came to how fast she could read. she loved fiction.
  • her imagination was her gift, so like bellatrix, she was also able to come up with new ways of doing things. it was just in a different way; it was a way her parents didn’t appreciate.
  • but she also had the gift of unbelievable kindness. she was determined to set things right in the world, even if she had to do so quietly. 
  • and last but not least, we have narcissa.
  • i believe she was the ballet dancer.
  • she was fluid on the dance floor, she was quick, she was beautiful, she was graceful.
  • she loved to perform, and her parents always liked to flaunt her and put her on display.
  • this meant that she had to learn to be incredibly people smart so she wasn’t used or taken advantage of.
  • she knew how to play people so they wouldn’t play her.
  • she was the definition of self-preservation. she was also an artist in her own right, just like andromeda. but her parents weren’t quiet about her gifts. they used them for their own gain.
Class characters + their aesthetic

(Ive made so many class character aesthetics, so I’m basically an expert.)

April: Denim jackets, violins, floral pattern, piano keys, rolled up sleeves, quotes about being her own hero, flowers, soft yet tough

Ram: Blood stains, lost hope, sad texts, hopeless romance, leather jackets with flowers in the pockets, closed off yet incredibly vulnerable

Tanya: Coding, feminism, combat boots, yellow hoodies, baggy jumpers, fighting, promises of being her own hero

Charlie: Sketch books, pencils, rusty crowns, stiff blue shirts, stars, backpacks with planets, paint stains, aliens, creative yet confined

Quill: Black heels, lucky cats, promises of hell, sharp make up lines, dark lipstick, revolution, the guns she can’t use, fierce and mysterious

Matteusz: Romance, stars, posters declaring belief in aliens, soft flowers, typed quotes, pride, gentle but powerful

The Birthday Brag

Summary: While Rumple and Belle prepare for Gideon’s first birthday party, Rumple surprises Belle with a special gift. He also brags about Gideon just a little. Based on set spoilers for OUAT episode 7x04. 

A/N: Cotton candy fluff from Rumple’s POV. The Gold Family!Verse alters the course of canon after 3A–Nealfire never dies, and he’s raising Henry with Emma and Regina (SwanFireQueen yaasss!) Pushing through writer’s block so if this sucks, please be kind. Thanks to @magnoliatattoo, who makes everything I write better. <3 @still-searching47, I finished it. 

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Rumplestiltskin tapped Belle on the shoulder and beckoned her closer with a playful smile.

She turned away from the bunches of white, gold, and blue balloons she was arranging into clusters for Gideon’s birthday party on the front deck of Granny’s Diner and smiled at him. “What?”

“I’d like a private moment with my wife,” he drawled, grabbing her hand and yanking her into his arms. He pulled her behind a an elephant ear plant, its broad leaves shielding them from the street and the prying eyes of people passing by. Belle tilted her head in the way he loved and blinked, the look that told him her brain was at work, trying to figure him out. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“You have me alone,” she teased huskily, sliding her arms around his neck.

Several untethered balloons slipped loose from their ribbons and floated up into the cloudless afternoon sky, the breeze carrying them high above Storybrooke and over the forest canopy. From where he sat strapped in his high chair, one-year-old Gideon stabbed a chubby finger toward the flying balloons and squealed in delight.

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Can we talk about Nesta's character development

I feel like the one most incredible thing about the books was Nesta.

I mean, her first words in the story were “I need new boots” - when she knew full well she really didn’t, and she came across as completely inconsiderate and downright hatable, because of her spoilt nature.

Then Feyre goes with Tamlin, she tries to get her sister back - the first likable quality we see in her. And from there, she develops from a witchy brat to a bada$$ powerful witch, who all of us love and ship.

Her transformation over the trilogy is just so drastic. And the best part is that it’s all so realistic.

She’s definitely not my favorite character, but I have to appreciate that.

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“Sailing with Fire”

Rated M for smut.

Summary: Lucy is in desperate need of a break from the mage life and embarks on a two week cruise alongside her partner, Natsu. What they don’t know is that it’s a cruise designed specifically for couples. With no other choice than to pretend they are married, the two try to enjoy the cruise the best they can, all the while dealing with uncharted feelings.

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Sand sifted through Lucy’s toes with each step as she walked alongside Natsu. It was early in the morning and the two decided to walk along the beach before the ship departed from Caelum Island and back to Hargeon. Since they walked for a while along the shore and it was still early morning, there was nobody else around them.

With their hands interlocked and pleasant smiles plastered on their faces, the two walked in a content silence and admired their surroundings. The water sparkled under the sun and gently lolled onto the shore, occasionally enough to wash over their feet. The leaves of the palm trees swayed lightly in the cool breeze.

Lucy, who was adorned in a lilac sundress, glanced towards her partner, her cheeks growing pink. Natsu had always been attractive in her eyes, but it was moments like these that she had really noticed. His smile was contagious and his eyes were so dark and alluring. His pink hair laid over his forehead rather than spiking up due to the humidity in the air.

“Hey, Natsu?” Lucy called out.

“Yeah?” the boy replied, glancing back at her.

With curiosity shining in her brown orbs, she asked the one question she had been dying to know. “When did you fall in love with me?”

Natsu flushed from the look she was giving him; her eyes were questioning, her golden hair was framing her face, and she focused all of her attention on him. Rubbing the back of his head with his unoccupied hand, the boy averted his gaze.

“That’s a tough question…” he answered.

“Try,” Lucy insisted.

Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to get out of sounding cheesy, Natsu answered honestly. “I guess I always had a thing for ya from the start. I just didn’t know it.”

The girl’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah. You were really nice to me when we first met. And weird. I mean, what normal person buys a whole meal for someone who accidentally saved them?”

“I think anyone would do that! And that doesn’t make me weird!”

Natsu smirked and playfully nudged her. “Whatever you say, weirdo. Anyways, I didn’t know I had feelings for you until you turned down a date to go on a job with me and Happy.”

“I remember that day! I never knew that you developed feelings for me since then!”

“Yeah. I thought it was just a little crush back then. I didn’t think it would actually go anywhere until we were on Tenrou Island and that pudgy guy almost killed you. You said that it was more fun when we’re together and that made me realize that it went way further than some crush.”

Lucy’s gave a face-splitting smile, her cheeks rosy and her eyes shining with glee. His words warmed her to the core and she was glad she managed to wrangle out that piece of information from him.

“What about you?” Natsu asked, bringing her from her happy thoughts.

Lucy’s moment of happiness stalled as she frowned and answered, “Truthfully, I didn’t know I loved you until the other day.”

“Seriously?” Natsu asked with an arched brow. “What tipped you off?”

“Loly, actually. That night she was bugging us to kiss. I knew that I didn’t want you to be with her but I didn’t know why. So I kissed you in hopes of getting her to back off. Well, when I kissed you, it was like I had an epiphany.”

Lucy kept her eyes glued to the sand. Her face was warm with heat and she could feel her hands growing sweaty. Admittedly, she felt bad that Natsu had known his feelings for so long and had to suppress them while she just found out.

Natsu only grinned, however, and gave her hand a squeeze. “That’s awesome! Guess we’ll have to thank Loly, huh?”

Lucy giggled, quickly forgetting her worries. They walked in another peaceful silence. Memories resurfaced in the blonde’s mind and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out,” Lucy said through laughs. “I even got dressed up once thinking that you were going to confess to me.”

“Wait, what?” Natsu asked in shock.

“Mira told me that you and I would look cute together and that she thought you liked me. Everyone was speculating that you liked someone that one time you needed Virgo’s help digging something up so I just assumed it was me. Then you said you needed to ask me something and it really seemed like you were going to confess!”

Natsu gave a hearty laugh, wiping tears from his eyes. “No way! I can’t believe you thought I was going to confess!”

“I know, I know. So then I was thinking of ways to gently turn you down-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You were going to reject me!?”

Lucy chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her head apologetically. “Only because we were partners and I didn’t want to ruin what we had! Besides, I didn’t know that I was in love with you or anything!”

“Sheesh! Could’ve at least went with an open mind!” Natsu teased.

“Oh hush! I dressed up cute and everything! I even had Cancer do my hair! And yet somebody didn’t even notice and instead told me they wanted my spirit’s help instead of confessing like I expected!”

“Wait a second… Is that why you slapped me!?”


“But you were going to say no anyways!”

“Well I might not have if you actually confessed!”

The two glared at each other for a few moments before bursting into a fit of laughter. So their way of getting together was no fairy tale and probably could’ve been done months ago. It didn’t matter now. Besides, they had grown incredibly closer over the past months anyways. Things were fine the way they were.

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Just wanted to let you know how I feel about libraries. I have had a library card since I was 4 years old and could print my name and I am now 81!!  Yes, I buy books and I use my local library (Stevenson Ranch County Library) in Valencia, California as well. This library is incredibly beautiful, well stocked and has many assets available to the community.  Whenever I go there, I see students and adults using many of the computers available to visitors.  They have a fantastic children’s section, which my granddaughter brings her two children to frequently.  In addition, my granddaughter said that her son (age 7) and her daughter (age 4) are so excited when she tells them that it is the day to visit the library.  Many residents of the Santa Clarita Valley are hard working people who unfortunately cannot afford to buy their own computers.  It is so wonderful that the library can give them the opportunity to not only use computers for job searches, research services in the community that are available but to also enrich their lives through the books, movies and documentaries that are available to borrow.  It is imperative that financial support from the government continue to fund all libraries in our country.”

— Barbara Cloud, Valencia, California

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Opinion time: YA for adults

Please forgive the length of this rant, but I’d really like to hear everyone’s thoughts on this topic. I see a lot of articles asking why so many adults are reading YA and what on earth is developmentally wrong with them. So… where are the fun books for adults then? (I’m not going into the whole “why are adults reading YA” mess here or asking what constitutes YA – I’m wondering why there aren’t more YA-type books featuring adults and marketed towards them).

I don’t particularly want to constantly read about teens, angst, and high school. Those are often the aspects of the books that I have to consciously work my way around in order to get to the story I want. But those of us who grew up reading YA and are now adults still want the adventure, escapism, creative worlds, and hope that those books inspire.

I have absolutely zero interest in reading about depressing careers, unhappy marriages, bratty children, cheating partners, failed dreams, and other “realistic” adult scenarios. I mean, not everyone who is single at 30 is upset about it. Possibility, adventure, and a sense of a malleable future do not come grinding to a halt at age 20 as we accept the reality that life sucks from there on out… and even if we are stuck in rather depressing lives, THAT IS WHY SO MANY OF US READ. To escape.

YA books have also become absolutely amazing at creating strong female characters, creative worlds, fast-paced plots, solid diversity, and stories that are just straight up fun to read. But “adult” fantasy books are super long-winded in their descriptions and don’t really write characters I can relate to. Plus, I don’t want to spend a week reading some heavy book I can barely lift. I want the pretty covers and shorter length of a YA book that I can finish in one sitting, but with older characters. Maybe that makes me immature, but I’m not going to stop watching Disney movies anytime soon either.

I really don’t think every adult reads YA because they want to “recapture their youth” or whatever… I think we just want a fast, fun read for a change. YA authors can create an entire strong world in like ¼ of the time it takes most “adult” books to describe a field outside the castle. Books targeted at teens are honestly some of the better stories I’ve found, so I’d love to see some of the YA elements expand into adult fiction.

I know YA books often need to focus on characters at a crossroads who are figuring out who they want to be versus who society wants them to be. Pretty sure this is a universal theme for all ages, though. The majority of adults I know could still use some plot arc where they evolve in both self-knowledge and awareness of the world. So why can’t we take the fast pace, strong characters, and concise plots that are so awesome in YA books and just add more mature characters?

Also: sexy times are not always necessary and are not the automatic recipe for “maturity.” The current “New Adult” books are probably my least favorite category in existence. I’d love to read about characters in their twenties, but I want an actual fun story and not just some excuse for a million sex scenes. And the characters… good grief. Like is it like some rule that when you reach your early 20s you lose all emotional stability and/or self-respect and are permanently scarred by your past? The New Adult books I’ve read have been disasters. Most of the guys are self-loathing abusive sociopaths (and some seriously disturbing behavior is romanticized). And most stories are still about dealing with a depressing, realistic life. So, no, the New Adult attempt to address my age range is not the answer I’m looking for.

I’m also tired of hearing that adults can’t be in these awesome YA-type plots because they’re tied down by responsibilities with kids or careers. I’m sorry, have you not seen Spy Kids?! Take the whole family on your adventure! Don’t tell me this isn’t realistic because guess what — neither are dragons, time travel, aliens, sparkly vampires, teen boys who look like they’re 25, or the idea that every other girl is a missing princess. But it’s still fun.

Adult fantasy novels take themselves way too seriously for me. I just want to see a YA-type plot for all ages. I would totally read about a middle-aged lawyer who gets swept into some epic paranormal adventure with a case and takes their whole family with them. Suspend reality, stop treating the child like a burden, and turn them into a little secret agent. Or give me a story about a bunch of genius hacker mothers in a dystopian world (because it’s possible someone besides a group of attractive teens could save the world). Why can’t the stereotypical lost princess in a fantasy world be in her late twenties? If she’s married, she can take her husband with her on the quest (because plots can continue after people get together and function without the angst of a love triangle). Harry Potter was so much fun because adult characters played a huge part too and didn’t spend the entire plot “out of town” or whatever.

I’m aware I’m coming up with really poor examples here but that is why I’m not an author. I’m just a reader who’s tired of trying to shift my expectations to cram myself into the wrong target audience. I’m not an English major who’s debated this topic a million times, nor someone who honestly knows much about publishing. I’ve just read over 500 YA books and would really like to read something fast-paced, creative, and fun with characters my age for a change. YA books are awesome and I’m thrilled that adult fiction exists for those who love it, but there’s this this big hole here for a new category of books I want to read.

So many aspiring adult authors have contacted me on Goodreads or Tumblr to say they’re confused about what to call their book if it has a 27 year old bisexual Indian princess assassin in a 400-page book that doesn’t spend forever on worldbuilding. It’s not the YA age range or the typical adult material, so they get rejected by publishers… but those are the exact books so many of us want to read!

I mean, there’s a reason A Court of Mist and Fury kind of took over the world. Sarah J Maas gets what teens and 20-somethings want to read. All of her books have incredibly creative and complex worlds with mature characters & strong heroines who face serious, realistic issues in a context that’s still adventurous and fun. I can’t even count how many messages I get each week asking for book recommendations that are similar to her series. And I’ve got nothing.

I might rephrase this rant to be somewhat more coherent as time goes by, but for now I’m just curious to see what others think!

anonymous asked:

Ok first of all LOVE your blog!😊 Second, when I was re-reading assassins blade, on page 259 when Aelin first hears her favorite symphony it says it's about a prince rescuing his bride using a bird and just,FORESHADOWING!!! IM FREAKIN OUT A LITTLE And lastly, I picture Amren as Edna Mode from Incredible, is that weird?

Thank you so much!!

I know right?! There is so much foreshadowing in all the books for Rowan up to Heir of Fire!!

As for Amren

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I'm reading a book called Queer Virtue: What LGBTQ People Know About Life and Love and How It Can Revitalize Christianity. It is so good. It's by a lesbian Episcopal priest, the Reverend Elizavlbeth M. Edman, and it's incredible. She used the genderneutral pronouns Ze/Hir for God and includes genderqueer and trans people in her writing. I'm only on the 4th chapter but it's an incredible read about how Chrisitanity can be considered inherently queer.

!!! That sounds so incredible wow, I need to check that out!!!

Link to a place to buy the book