and i just love fiona so much

Shameless Preferences 4- Dating Lip would Include

Dating lip would include:

  • smoking with him
  • Helping him take care of Liam
  • Great sex
  • Drinking together
  • Wearing his shirts and underwear to bed
  • Wearing his hoodies when he’s not around
  • Him reassuring you that you aren’t just a hook up
  • Cuddles
  • Him saying “I love you first”
  • Small stupid fights
  • You reminding him that he’s worth so much more than the south side
  • Talking about your future, because he wants you forever
  • Being a huge Shipper of Gallavich
  • Kev and V being like your parents (Kev being over protective and V being amazing and caring)
  • Lip being over protective of you, especially over your dad
  • Fiona loving you
  • Getting high and watching American dad
  • Working the ice cream truck with Lip in the summers and working for kev in the alibi room
  • Lip and you babysitting when Mickey and Ian need some alone time
  • Copying Svets accent
  • Living at the Gallagher house 99.9% of the time
  • Punching Monica in the face (More than once)
  • Being there for him in anyway you can when he needs you emotionally
  • Sleepless nights talking about anything and everything with him(High or not high, depending)
  • Him accepting and loving all your problems and you doing the same 
  • Helping around the Gallagher house 

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

iconic things my flatmates have said/done, pt 3
  • “love u” “that’s disgusting”
  • “u will be like princess fiona and lord farquaard. that height difference tho”
  • “u have attractive legs” “thank u….. u also have.. legs”
  • “by the way, people on planes LOVE when u shout,, u dont even need to shout complete sentences just shout ‘DOWN!!!!!!!!’ trust me i’ve been on a plane before and they love me they gave me free peanuts”
  • “how do i use snapchat???? ok i just sent u a message. don’t be mistaken i don’t actually want to talk to u i just need to send a message”
  • “i’m always scared that one day i’ll send ‘massage’ instead of ‘message’. like what if one day ii say ‘yh i’ll massage u when i’m at the train station’ and they roll up with oil”
  • “people are always trying to be edgy,,, as for me,,, im naturally edgy *IMMEDIATELY DROPS EVERYTHING HE’S HOLDING, NEARLY FALLS OVER*”
  • me: i had a dream u died
  • slow dancing w/ knives while making risotto
  • “I wish i was a whore…… i could make sweet money selling this ass”
  • created a new dance move in the club called ‘filing the tax returns’. when the beat drops u pretend to throw all ur tax papers in the air
  • ‘pranking’ us by leaving loose onions outside everyone’s doors???
  • “im laying here thinking about how Ross from friends said he got his ex wife off eight times in one night and im just thinking how can u get off eight times if ur sleeping with ross from friends i hate ross from friends”
  • “i rly love baby grinch. my idea of the perfect date would be for someone to invite me over and we sew patches of the baby grinch onto the pockets of our jeans/denim jackets”
  • “make me apple pie slime woman”
  • *in the middle of a serious whatsapp conversation* “man chocked on a great nut”
One Day, My Love

“Imagine where you were sort of an agent undercover to investigate IRA and there you met Chibs, you fell in love and tended him when Jimmy gave him his scars. He couldn’t date you bc you were undercover in Ireland, but now years later you’re in Charming (not an agent anymore) and reconnect and fluffy love between them

A/N - I still kept Fiona and Kerrianne in this, but Filip isn’t with Fi romantically anymore. I also made the reader six years younger than Chibs, so when they meet again he’s 42 and the reader is 36 :)

“Jesus, Filip, you need to go hospital.” You pat at the raw, freshly slashed skin on the man’s face, tears brimming your eyes. He places his hand over your wrist, halting your movements, his eyes finding yours in the brightly lit room.

He strokes your skin so tenderly, a sob parting from your lips as you see the man you love so wounded. You knew he’d have these scars for life, the reminder of just what Jimmy'O is capable of. Not that it mattered, you’d love this man no matter what state he’s in.

“I’m sorry for putting this on you, lass. I got nowhere else to go.” You scoff at his apologises, knowing he’s not nothing to apologise for. You continue your care of his cheeks as he watches you with such adoration, your chest hurting at the fact you can’t love this man openly, for all to see.

“Don’t be silly, love.” you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together for his sake. Placing the now crimson coloured cloths down, you stand up, placing yourself in between your secret lovers legs. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his lap, him leaning into the plush sofa as you straddle him, careful not to put any pressure on his forming bruises. “You’re not safe here, Filip, you need to get out of here.”

The words felt like poison as they forced themselves out of your mouth, but you knew what you said was true. You knew it’s going to tear you in half, to have to be split up from the being that you love so much, but he’s no use to anybody dead, and that’s how this was going to end up.

As much as he hated to admit it, the man underneath you also knew you were right. The worst thing was, he knew you couldn’t come with him. Being a fed, especially an undercover one, was a seriously dangerous job. If anybody found out about him being with you, or vise versa, you’d both be ripped to shreds. “Aye. He’s got my kid, (Y/N). Fiona. I can’t just-”

“I’ll keep an eye on your family, Filip. You can’t help them if you’re dead.” The words must’ve hit home for Filip, a strangled sob leaving his lips as he tries to control down his ragged breaths. You trace the back of his hand with your thumb, hoping the patterns made by your touch will help him calm.

“I don’t wanna leave you, sweetheart. It’s all turned to shite.” You can hear the anger rising in his tone, becoming more and more prominent as he comes to terms with the fact he’s being forced out of his home by some jealous, ruthless prick.

“Shh, I know baby.” you whimper, your last bit of strength crumbling as you grab Filip’s face within your hands, your thumbs swiping over the falling tears. “I’ll be with you again, my love. We’ll be together properly one day.”

Blowing out a deep breath, you contemplate on whether your plan of action is a sane thing to do. What if he doesn’t even remember you? Or worse, what if he’s happily taken and in love with a beautiful woman?

You slap your cheek lightly, telling yourself to snap out of it, knowing that if you kept going you’d completely talk yourself out of it. You’ve spent the last ten years living on ‘what if’s?’ and you did not want to spend the remainder of your life doing the same.

Pulling your car into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, you give yourself a few minutes to prepare yourself before hopping out of your car. You’ve got literally no idea if he’s even going to be here at this moment in time, but after calling in a favour from your recently ex-employer, you found out this was the SAMCRO base.

You’d handed in your notice a few days before, having enough money to feel comfortable and being able to step back and find the man you got separated from all those years ago. No badge to get in the way.

Stepping out of your vehicle, you lock the doors behind you, rubbing your hands together nervously as you approach the garage. Pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, you shove your hands in your trouser pockets, trying to seem less anxious.

“Can I help you, lass?“ The voice that used to whisper sweet nothings to you fills the air, the man attached to it standing behind you. You turn around slowly, telling yourself not to be disappointed if you don’t get the reaction you want.

“I hope so.” you breathe, finally seeing the face you’ve been dreaming of for the last ten years. He still looks just as beautiful, the two curved lines imprinted on his skin making him look all the more breathtaking, in your opinion.

“Jesus…” Filip whispers, his expression filled with disbelief. Your vision becomes misty as tears begin to surface, a warm smile plastered on your face. You close your eyes as you feel his fingertips skim across your face, like touching you will help him believe that you’re actually here.

“Hi.” You laugh through your tears, content with knowing the man you’ve never stopped loving is standing right in front of you, seemingly healthy and alive. In the life he has, that’s never guaranteed. You place your hands on top of his, not caring if other people were watching, you melting so easily into his touch.

“Is that really you?” he asks, his thumbs sweeping away the shed tears delicately. You nod, noticing the film of liquid covering his own eyes, you falling in love with him even more. He shakes his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Before you have time to respond, you’re halted in the best possible way. Filip’s mouth covers yours, and he tastes so sweet, so much like the home you’ve been deprived of for what feels like forever. You press yourself against him, your hands going to his face as you both rediscover one another, a bubble surrounding the two of you that nobody can pop.

His hands slip around you, gripping your hips before locking themselves behind your back, holding you in place just incase you disappear from him again. His tongue flicks across your bottom lip, requesting entry that you grant, your hands resting on the nape of his neck as the kiss gets heated, a moan slipping from you instinctively. He growls in response, pulling away as you hear whistles and cat calls around you.

Cheeks blushing, you try to create some distance, Filip not liking your idea as he tightens his grip even further, your hands resting on his chest. “I don’t think so, lovey. Now I’ve got you back, I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.“ you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his tinted lips. “There’s nothing to get in our way, Filip. We’re free to be together properly, just like I promised.”

“Forever, my love.”

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

A/N - I love Chibs sooooo much, I don’t write about him enough! Thanks to whoever sent in the request :) and thanks to all for reading and supporting! Xx

  • me: *takes a deep breath*
  • me: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love tales from the borderlands, we know, you love tales from the borderlands so much, it's the light of your life, you love it so much, you just love tales from the borderlands, we KNOW, you love tales from the borderlands you fucking love tales from the borderlands ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE tales from the borderlands. WE GET IT.

Remember the scene in Coven when Myrtle told Zoe to runaway with Kyle and how she said they’re “so much in love”? Tbh I could see her saying that to Cordelia about Misty. Maybe something like… “Cordelia, darling, I watched you and Misty work together in the greenhouse. So pure, so much in love. So very much in love. I want the both of to runaway together to save yourselves from the darkness that is Fiona and Madison. You deserve to be happy with your true love.” Or maybe it’s just me who’s imagined this..

I just want to say thank you to all of the shameless fans who have been so welcoming. My blog is only a baby, but every day I get so much love from fans who have older blogs, who make this fandom experience great. There have been a few nasties here and there, but as someone who has had a lot of fandoms and a lot of bad fandom experiences, this blog has brought mostly love and support from fellow fans. You are the best!

baz’s stepmum appreciation post

cinderella gave me all sorts of bad stepmum stereotype thoughts so i only have love for Daphne Grimm (and all the other wonderful stepmums and dads in both fiction and reality)

  • she wept over him when fiona brought him back from the numpty lair 
  • it terrifies her when baz conjures a flame on his palms
  • (basilton, don’t. you’re flammable)
  • baz fuckin brings home the MAGE’S HEIR for christmas which baffles her at first but she offers him extra portions during dinner anyway
  • she brought them sandwiches even though she was probably wondering about his choice of friends when he invited penny and agatha over (he just invited a BUNCE over)
  • she’s concerned about baz’s ‘situation’ and wants him to speak to a therapist 
  • she sends dinner up to his room because she knows that he doesn’t like eating in front of people because of his fangs 
  • she’s just so
  • about baz
  • and when their entire estate became a deadspot
  • “basilton!” baz’s stepmother is screaming and running towards us. “malcolm, he’s here!”
  • the concern
  • warms my heart


  • aunt fiona notices his suit and shiny shoes after baz tells her he’s going dancing and she says
  • “basil. have you met a bloke?”
  • she knows and it’s perfectly normal and she immediately assumed it’s a bloke
  • i love it
12x13 Family Feud

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1408

Version en Español  –  PREVIOUS EPISODE

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

“Okay, well. Stay on it. If you get any leads let us know and we’ll keep working it from our end. Thanks, Cas.”

Just the sound of Dean’s voice grated on your nerves. It had been two weeks since you and your boyfriend had had an actual conversation, and you couldn’t even remember what you were fighting about this time. Still though, you managed to maintain a professional relationship even though you were sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.

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It was because of this guy I had gone out with and had been really, really close with. I really loved him. I felt that he was my best friend. But he was a teenaged guy, and they don’t think a lot of times. He mistreated me and then he came back. I couldn’t even be friends with him for awhile. I cared about him, but it was just a situation where he kept trying to be friends with me, but I knew that he just wanted to be friends with me so he could have the option of making a move on me whenever he wanted to. And because I was so infatuated with him, and even in love with him, I was always available for that. It made me feel weak every time I would fall for that. And I would look forward to him making a move on me, but I knew that it was wrong. I knew that he was playing with me. And after awhile, I didn’t even care anymore because I wanted him so much.
—  Fiona Apple about Shadowboxer
6x19 and Parallels

We are seeing a lot of parallels between Emma & Rumpel, including the fact that Rumpel was meant to be a savior, as well.

The Black Fairy/Fiona wasn’t originally a fairy or evil. Her child, Rumpel, was to be the savior, but he was also destined to die by a great evil that was born. She became so desperate to protect her son that she became the very evil she was trying to protect him from.

Just like Rumpel’s mother is the great evil he was/is supposed to face, are Emma’s parents the “evil” she must face, keeping in mind that evil can be defined as anything that keeps you unbalanced?

Whether right or wrong Fiona/Black Fairy was doing what she thought was best to protect her child and although it wasn’t her choice, she ended up separated from him. Snow & Prince Charming chose to separate themselves from Emma by sending her through the wardrobe to try and protect her from the Dark Curse. 

Could it be that the Charmings actually made a correct choice by sending Emma through the wardrobe? Seeing who Emma became in the Wish Realm showed us that she was actually turned out to be a stronger person for not having been raised by them.

Now that they have Emma back in their lives, are they trying to go back in time instead of accepting Emma for the woman she became without them?

The Black Fairy told Rumpel that even if her choice was wrong, she did it out of love. The same could be said of Snow & Charming concerning Emma and some of the decisions they made concerning her.

Rumpel obviously lied about defeating the Black Fairy. I personally think he will do the right thing in the end, but, just like Emma’s story, he has just found out that the woman who abandoned him actually loved him very much, so there is a desire to be with her and a part of him that loves her.

Another parallel can be seen between Fiona and Snow White, considering the name Fiona means white, fair. 

With the way Malcolm acted when Tiger Lily and Blue brought Rumpel to him after sending Fiona away, I found it concerning that they left a baby with a man who obviously resented him.

Something about Blue still doesn’t sit right with me.

sunflowers, marigolds, buttercups and you

it’s carry on countdown day threeeee and that means pastel/punk aus !! i’m sorry this is so late but just know that i’m actually dead from all the sports i did today and i swear i can barely walk rip- anyways! here y’all are.

i hope you guys like it! in which simon&davy have a tattoo shop and baz&fiona own a flower shop, because i love role reversals as well as pastel/punk aus

baz doesn’t honestly know what he’s doing here. it’s been a part of his life for so long, he rarely stops to question it but today aunt fiona was on his back even more, ranting on and on, that it sort of just hit him again. what is he doing? why does he bother to be here? what is this thing that they’re doing and why does it matter so much to him?

the alleyway is chilly, but baz is wearing a very heavy, very knit, very pale pink scarf that just so happens to match his nails and his boots that are shiny and supple and very warm. still, he can see his breath. it’s nothing like the heat of the furnace inside the flower shop, the alley is basically the polar opposite.

it doesn’t smell like geraniums, it smells horribly like rotting garbage and possibly like dead flowers if anything. the brick on either side of him is rough and dusty, nothing like the walls of the shop which are always pristine whites and soft blues offset by all the spectrums of color flaring out from the vases sitting all around.

baz’s favorites are the marigolds, the flowers that are perhaps the most opposite to the shades he usually prefers, but for some strange reason, he can’t get past how much he adores them. small petals that come in every shade of the sun, and they make any one of his bouquets a little bit more cheerful, like he’s just added a touch of light.

today, with the orders he had to fill, he found that there were quite a few instances that he could insert the flower, which was nice, even though the brash yellows and oranges really did clash with his outfit.

his mittens also match in part his scarf, a soft-toned pink and he hates that he has to wipe his nose on them because they are by far his favorite.

would he just hurry up?

his break will definitely be ending soon, and fiona really doesn’t take tardiness lightly, besides the fact that baz already hates being late.

isn’t he always late? baz doesn’t think he can remember a day where he wasn’t the first one to their spot, so in the winter he’s always been half frozen by the time the boy arrived.

it annoys him. but then again, what can he do about it?

he already doesn’t really know what he’s doing here yet again, why he comes here almost every day to wait in the cold, hiding from fiona who’d probably be reaching the conclusion to her third rant on ‘david snow and his goddamn tattoo parlor’ by now?

‘jesus christ, can he just not?’

‘basilton, are you seeing this’

‘he’s decided to put his sign a full inch over the line between our properties, the absolute audacity of that man!’

baz finds it almost humorous, the feud and everything. how the pitch florists ended up sharing a building with ‘that menacing scumbag of a person, how dare he demand we pay more of our share of rent, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’

but he can see his aunt’s point of view, he supposes. the rivalry, the utter hatred between their families isn’t really anything new, he’s heard all the stories. how david snow came in with his million dollar smile to a deal that his aunt had practically already taken, and turned it into an all out battle over who would get the lease on 6th street, right across from ebb’s coffee shop.

it was prime property, and fiona had wanted it so bad.

baz knew that it had been her dream, and then she had been forced to come to an agreement with this ‘inked up old bastard’ (not that fiona didn’t have any tattoos, baz hadn’t tried to argue this point with her, it really wouldn’t have made a difference) to split the building in half.

now they were constantly fighting, and baz considered himself to be right in the middle of it. not that it was a real war, just practically one of sabotage.

it just was what it was, and he had to play his role. this included doing extra work at the shop, when he already carried so much of the workload, and fiona sending him on her missions, which really never amounted to much other than a lot of screaming and threats that david snow was going to sue her for being a ‘crazy hag obsessed with her geraniums’.

for another part, baz was not to be friends with anyone related to the snow family, and if he ended up being, it was merely an advantage for espionage and further attacks, nothing personal or emotionally attached about the matter.

the thought makes baz snort. the visible puff of his breath in the air reminds him just how chilly it is and he tries to pull his collar up further.

the single rose bud that he’s carrying in his pocket is burning a hole in it, and baz dislikes the feeling because he rather likes this jacket. it’s long, and soft and a shade of cream that could almost match the snow.

he’s noticing that it has started to snow now, because he can feel the flakes melting on his eyelashes and he can see them settling on the ends of his hair, white against the the faint lilac that he’s dyed it.

fiona loves it, says it makes him match the lavender, the catmint, possibly the canterbury bells.

he’s just thinking that the snow is pretty appropriate, when he hears the footsteps he’s been waiting for and he looks around quickly-

eager, he’s always so eager. he hates it.

but when he sees those eyes- it’s always the eyes that strike him first, like he’s plunged into the coldest water- he forgets about all of that. the snow is settling in the curls of simon snow’s goldy hair and looking at him, is like getting the sun in your eyes.

his shoes crunch in the snow on the pavement, and baz starts to notice everything about him, all at once.

he’s too much, everyday, it’s just too much.

how he’s wearing these destroyed sneakers like it’s not below minus ten degrees outside, with the darkest shade of coal jeans, the knees blown out, and baz’s favorite shirt, simon knows that it’s his favorite, the one the simon designed himself, a sketch in black and white of dying sunflowers that makes it look like the flowers themselves are simply dissolving into nothingness, withering into oblivion.

baz’s attention goes to the piercings next, simon’s nose, where his septum sits a dusty silver, and his ears, where the beads and metals travel in uneven intervals all the way along each.

baz’s eyes always finish with simon’s tattoos last.

he knows the placement of every one of them by heart, and they play back in his mind for hours before he can fall asleep. his hands, dotted with lines and symbols making constellations, to his arms, to his neck and behind both his ears.

at this point he’s standing across from baz, just close enough to touch and his lips are hanging open, a pink that is terribly over saturated.

you’re so much, baz wants to say, you’re too much.

instead, he lets simon blink once more after his eyes give baz a scalding once over and state the obvious.

“it’s snowing.”

“i’d hoped you’d noticed,” baz says, and he feels like his chest might explode.

“i’m sorry i’m late,” simon says, and his voice is husky. he fiddles with his earring, the rose gold ones that clash with his entire aesthetic. the ones that baz had lent him.

baz can feel his knees grow weaker.

“i’ve come to expect it.” baz had been about to say, but then he doesn’t because simon says,

“i brought you this.” and he opens up his ungloved hands to reveal a little piece of hectograph paper. baz takes it in his hands as if it were a snowflake.

the sketch on it is incredibly detailed, yet tiny, a miniature image of a violin and a bow, with a rose vine wrapped gracefully around the horsehair.

simon smiles, which also clashes terribly with his outfit, punk boys do not smile, but it’s so much that baz feels his breath catch in his throat.

he can feel something inside him completely shatter. the pleasure of it so intense it could be mistaken for pain.

this is what you do to me.

he takes his mitten off slowly, and he can feel simon’s azure eyes watch his every movement. he reaches into his pocket.

“put out your hand,” he says, and “close your eyes.”

simon just stares at him for a moment, and baz has to laugh.

“i’m serious!”

fianlly, simon’s head seems to snap out of the clouds and he laughs too. it sounds like music.

“sorry,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “i got distracted.”

baz resits the urge to roll his eyes and then simon snow is holding out his palm, and baz is gently taking his wrist, touching the mole in between his thumb and forefinger. his hand is freezing.

simon shivers and baz can’t tell if it’s from the cold or-

then baz places the rosebud on simon’s skin and simon’s eyes fly open. he stares. baz stares at him.

for a moment, he looks a bit helpless.

and baz is pretty sure he looks the exact same way.

then they’re surging together and it’s impossible to tell whose lips met whose first because simon has his hands around baz’s waist and baz’s hand is fisted in simon’s hair.

his mouth is so hot and it tastes like rebellion, it burns baz’s tongue, at the same it’s like sugar, too sweet and too gentle and too much like baz is a fragile object which proceeds to shatters baz’s heart even further because simon snow has never had to be gentle to anything in his life.

he is hard stone, hard rock, black, and as much of a klutz than baz has even seen- it’s really quite astonishing how he manages to tattoo people so beautifully when he can’t even stand up straight.

even now, he’s pinned baz to the brick wall and he kisses like it’s the air he needs to breathe while he leans like he doesn’t have the ability to hold himself up.

their tongues clash before baz can kiss a line down the tattoos on simon’s neck, leaving simon in the perfect position to breathe low, breathless words into baz’s ear like-

“your eye shadow is like pixie dust, i can’t stop staring at you.”

and “jesus.”

and “fuck, baz, my god.”

and baz kisses the mole under simon’s left eye saying

“you know this is my favorite tattoo you have”

and simon will laugh, before baz’s hand on his thigh makes it turn into a moan. and he tries to speak, but he stumbles on the words-

“-t’s not a-a tattoo, i’ve- told you this… s’many times”

and baz just smiles against simon’s skin because he knows, of course he knows, but he likes asking as his way to remind the boy beneath his fingers that even without his piercings, his tattoos, his clothes, he’s the most beautiful boy that baz has ever seen.

all at once it is too much, but now, it’s also not enough.

and baz murmurs

“i’m going to have to leave soon.”

again, not getting far into the sentence because simon’s lips are at his jaw and the last words come out as more of a loss of breath than actual sounds.

simon’s moved down his neck and he smells like the rosebud that he’s still got clenched in his fist and baz tries to forget that he’s got to go back to work in a few minutes and push away the fact that this had ever happened.

“stay just five more minutes.” simon pleads into baz’s collarbone and baz snorts.

“fiona is going to kill me.” he says, but simon’s hands are now in his hair and it just feels so good.

simon’s quickly back at his mouth, they’re so close, and he’s kissing with such an urgency that baz fears he actually might fall over.

“fine, five minutes” he mumbles, and he can feel simon’s smile.

the snow keeps drifting around them, hands attempting desperately to relearn every part of each other in the seconds that pass so quick, and baz knows that there’s nothing that will ever feel as good as this.

simon says, “i don’t want you to leave.”

and baz kisses him deeper, because for all that he knows, this could be the last time. simon’s just moaning and sighing, like he’s all at once so beautifully happy, but all at once so devastatingly sad. his eyes look even more helpless, and baz’s heart agrees.

they break.

simon’s taking his hand and swinging it in between them, and then baz’s pulse jumps as he does something so oddly right, he kisses the back of baz’s hand.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, a declarative sentence. but it sounds more like a question even though baz can tell he’s trying not to let it.

and then he’s gone. the alleyway is just an alleyway.

the drawing in baz’s pocket just turns into something a friend gave him, the footprints in the snow where simon stood become someone else’s. baz tries to wipe the happiness off of his features as he opens the door to the shop, but it’s like trying to erase permanent marker with a white board eraser.

when he’s inside, and he’s warm again, and fiona’s said ‘welcome back’ and shoved the next list of his duties at him, he takes the sketch out of his pocket.

he considers that it might be loveliest thing that anyone’s ever given him, he knows it is. and he turns it over, he hadn’t noticed that there was writing on the back-

it says,

can you sneak over sometime? i’d really like to make this permanent.


in simon snow’s horrendous handwriting, (baz is serious, he has no idea how this boy is an artist), and fiona comes back into the room, just as baz’s lips are turning up into a smile that takes over his whole face, his whole body and he can’t stop it.

she gives him a funny look.

“what’s so pleasant, basilton? has david snow decided finally to close up shop?”

he just looks at her, because he can’t speak, because simon snow is too much.

simon snow, the only one boy in the world he’s not allowed to have.

how does he ever manage to leave him everyday, how does he ever manage to let go?

simon snow.

his rosebud boy.

anonymous asked:

(1/2)I love your metas, but I do have a point of contention WRT GC Elthina. From Sebastian's (canonical) short story and personal quest, it seems that she views the young Starkhavener as a sort of adoptive son, and it isn't hard to imagine that she feels the same way about the KC and the GE. Honestly, Elthina has always seemed like a tragic character to me. Watching two people you care about have a falling out is never a good feeling. I can't blame her for not wanting to look into the eyes of...

(2/2)… One of the people she loved and tell them she was siding against them. Both M and O were hardliners, refusing to: give magi the benefit of the doubt; and prioritise the stability of the chantry over the lives of his people; respectively. This was exacerbated by depression (O) and RL use (M), making it impossible for them to find compromise. Her devotion to neutrality didn’t help in the long run, but I can’t bring myself to hate a tired old woman who wanted her kids to get along again.

Hi, Anonymous person. Thank you for the compliment, but … really? I mean this, specifically:

Both M and O were hardliners, refusing to: give magi the benefit of the doubt; and prioritise the stability of the chantry over the lives of his people; respectively. 

Oh, Orsino. Why do you have to be so extreme with the ‘not wanting to die’, or even, let’s be really daring, ‘not wanting to be tortured to the point of committing suicide’? Why can’t you understand that it’s important for the Chantry, with all its wealth, power, political influence and privilege, to retain its iron grip on Thedas? I mean, think if it didn’t. We might have things like religious tolerance and basic rights and free speech, and then where would we be? Can’t you and your helpless mages just suffer quietly so the rich, corrupt and powerful can keep on being rich, corrupt and powerful? Look at it from Meredith’s point of view. All she’s done is illegally take control of one little city-state and spend nearly two decades abusing her power to the detriment of pretty much everyone, but especially the mages, who are dying in droves. Is that really so bad?

Look. In terms of his perseverance, and his courage in the face of terrible abuse and mortal peril, Orsino is fierce and heroic. But politically, the man is a moderate. He’s too moderate for me. I mean, I love him, because I understand how he got to this position, and why it’s hard for him to go further, but this is not a winning strategy.

Me, I’m with Anders and Fiona and Adrian and their ilk. The mages must be free. The Chantry – its wealth, its power, its status, its legal hold over so many lives – must go. Not just for the mages. For everyone.

Orsino isn’t asking for that.

As first enchanter, Orsino worked tirelessly to improve the lot of the mages. He wanted, as much as he could, to make their days in the Gallows worth something. Even if they were still prisoners, and even though it was hard, he wanted to give them hope. More importantly, he wanted to give them something of a life so that death would not be preferable.

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He’s not trying to tear down the Circles, or put an end to the Chantry, or anything like that. He wants the mages to be able to walk sometimes in the sun. To not be locked in tiny cells. To be safe from beatings and rape and torture. To not be made Tranquil when they’ve passed their Harrowings. To have meaningful work and leisure. To have a life inside the Circle, while living by Chantry rules.

That’s … not a hardline position. That’s … just a basic standard of living. Meredith is an extremist. The treatment of the mages in Kirkwall is considered remarkable even in other Circles. Even non-mages in Kirkwall have been stirred to sympathy for the mages:

Every Circle in Thedas suffers from individual mages who rebel and attempt to flee. These apostates are usually found and returned to the Circle or mercifully killed if they have fallen to demonic temptation. Until now, I have never served anywhere that the populace does not fully cooperate in hunting these rebels.

Here in Kirkwall, citizens actually help rebel mages escape. Escaped apostates have survived their freedom long enough to form the “the mage underground,” a network that feeds and shelters escapees and even transports apostates into remote areas of the Free Marches and beyond our easy reach.

– The Mage Underground

The mages are hurling themselves from the top of the fucking tower, it’s that bad in there, and people have noticed that something is wrong.

Note that Elthina’s ‘kids’, as you put it, have never got along. Meredith was against Orsino’s election the position of first enchanter. Not because she thought somebody else would be better at the job, but because she didn’t want the mages to have an advocate at all.

First Enchanter Maceron died in 9:28 Dragon without naming a successor. Many were surprised to learn that the Gallows still had a first enchanter; Maceron had spent nearly all of the last decade in his chambers, emerging only rarely. But now he was dead, and the Gallows in need of a new first enchanter. Knight-Commander Meredith was of the opinion that there was no need for one. After all, the Gallows ran perfectly under the Templars, without interference from Maceron. But Orsino realised that the mages needed someone to speak on their behalf, lest the Templars rob them of what few liberties they still had.

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It seems she ultimately let it slide because she didn’t really believe he could accomplish anything. As far as I can tell, all he’s managed to do is slow her down a bit. The mages are being tortured to death, and are due for total liquidation in the very near future. But even that is too much for Meredith. The Templars regard Orsino as ‘a menace’ simply for winning his people a few small liberties – liberties of which, by Act 3, they seem to have again been stripped.

Elthina doesn’t give a shit about Orsino or the mages. You know how I know this? Because past a certain point, inaction is in itself a declaration of support. If you’ve got two friends, and they’re arguing about who gets to drink the last beer in the fridge, you can say ‘I’m just going to stay neutral, and let you two sort it out’. But if one of your friends picks up a rock and bashes the other’s skull in, then disposes of the corpse to obscure the evidence and makes up a story about how your now-dead friend was a dangerous criminal and had to be killed, and is awarded medals and accolades for it … and you stand there and watch, and say nothing, and do nothing, then you have sided with the murderer. You are protecting them, and keeping their secrets, and doing nothing to either help or get justice for the victim.

The thing is, Meredith doesn’t need Elthina to side with her. She is not in need of help. She is the de facto Viscount of Kirkwall. She is Knight-Commander of the Kirkwall Templars. She’s not only been brutalising the mages, but attacking the citizens of Kirkwall as well. She can, and does, do whatever the fuck she wants. Elthina standing in the middle of the street and yelling ‘Meredith is right about everything!’ wouldn’t actually change the situation much.

Orsino does need Elthina. He’s not some willful child who just can’t get along with his sister. He is a desperate man struggling to protect people who effectively have no legal rights from a woman who enjoys watching them suffer. He needs Elthina to face down Meredith. He needs her to write to the Divine to plead for their lives. He needs Meredith removed from power. He needs protection and care for his people. He needs these things, not as some ‘hardline’ anti-Chantry position, but just to live.

Elthina does not care about him or his people.

Now – she might care about Meredith. I’m fairly convinced she only cares about people insofar as she can use them (Sebastian included – Elthina has a prince in her direct service, remember), but she has been able to use Meredith, so she might care about her. That’s … not really a point in her favour, though.

Let’s backtrack a bit here, shall we? This is tricky, because we’ve mostly got Chantry sources to work with, and they don’t come right out and say what they’ve done. But the criminal partnership of Grand Cleric Elthina and Meredith Stannard is a long one.

Records indicate that Elthina was born in a small village nestled in the Vimmark Mountains just south of Kirkwall. When she was just a little girl, both her parents contracted a terrible fever that took them both. Elthina never caught the illness, thanks to a kindly neighbour who cared for her while her parents were sick. When her parents died, the neighbour’s husband refused to continue paying for the upkeep of the orphan child, and Elthina was given to the Chantry. She became a lay sister as a girl and, when she came of age, was given the choice to leave the Chantry or take an initiate’s vows. Elthina chose to stay. When she was twenty, she moved south, to Kirkwall, and became a revered mother at the chantry there.

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That’s Elthina’s backstory. Note that she came from nothing: an orphan and a pauper. And yet her rise is incredible. By twenty she is revered mother of one of the largest cities in the Free Marches. Note that ‘revered’ means she’s actually responsible for the Kirkwall chantry, not just holding the rank of ‘mother’ like Petrice. This is a woman of drive and ambition. These are not bad things in themselves, of course. But they are noteworthy things. They demonstrate that Elthina is not weak willed or retiring by nature. She’s clawing her way up the Chantry hierarchy as quickly as she’s able.

Now, unfortunately, the way the Chantry works puts a bit of a roadblock in her career there. No further to climb until the boss kicks the bucket. And so the next point of interest …

Following the death of her predecessor, Elthina was appointed grand cleric of the Free Marches by Divine Beatrix III.

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Not surprising, perhaps, but noteworthy still, because it reminds us where Elthina owes her favours. Now we get to the meat of it.

In 9:21 dragon, Divine Beatrix commanded that the Kirkwall Templars force the Viscount to allow Orlesian ships through the Waking Sea passage. Knight-Commander Guylian was against it.

It is not our place to interfere in political affairs. We are here to safeguard the city against magic, not against itself.

– History of Kirkwall: Chapter 4

However, there was a certain knight-captain who was not so scrupulous, and who was poised to take command of the Templars:

When Guylian gave a command, it was Meredith who enforced it. Her drive and her devotion to her duty made her a bit of a legend among her fellow Templars, and privately, many thought she possessed a hundred times the old knight-commander’s charisma. Many said that it was Meredith who was really the leader of the Templars, despite her junior rank.

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The official story is that Viscount Perrin Threnhold hired mercenaries, who stormed the Gallows and publicly hanged Guylian.

Maybe he did. But. It’s a bit convenient, isn’t it? A man who did not want to fight the Viscount was abruptly replaced by a woman who absolutely did want to fight the Viscount. And he wasn’t just replaced. These mercenaries didn’t do anything sensible, like capture and hold the Gallows, or get hold of all of the Templars’ top officers, or gain control of the lyrium supply – you know, stuff you might do if you were actually trying to beat the Templars. No, they lynched the knight-commander, right out in public, and apparently left every other Templar free to retaliate. Now that they had the justification to do whatever they wanted.

Note that the mercenaries disappear from the story at this point. We don’t know who they were or what happened to them.

Interesting, isn’t it, that a Grand Cleric appointed by Beatrix resides in Kirkwall? Orders for the region would naturally filter through her. Likewise, the Knight-Commander would have first brought his protests to her.

In any case, the Templars stormed the Viscount’s Keep and Perrin Threnhold was arrested.

He was tried and imprisoned three days later by Grand Cleric Elthina and died from poisoning two years later.

– Knight-Commander Meredith

Three days? That’s quick, for deposing the ruler of a city. And with what, exactly, was he charged? This all happened because he opposed the Orlesian empire, and because the Templars were themselves going to war with the Viscount. We don’t know. We only know that Grand Cleric Elthina personally had him imprisoned. Then he died.

Also convenient, isn’t it, that he died mysteriously? Who would have motive to keep him from talking? Or, who might be concerned that he might be able to retake power? How about the people now ruling the city?

Because that’s what happened.

Following Threnhold’s arrest, Grand Cleric Elthina appointed Meredith as the new knight-Commander. At Knight-Commander Meredith’s strong suggestion, a new viscount was chosen: a man named Marlowe Dumar.

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Meredith’s service to the Grand Cleric, the Divine and the Orlesian empire was rewarded. She was given the top job in the Templars. The Chantry effectively had control of the city. Meredith cemented that control by finding them a convenient puppet.

Look at who has benefited from this scenario. The Kirkwall chantry is wealthy and influential. Its large Templar presence ensures it is able to maintain its hold on the city.

Elthina has gained quite the reputation for ‘managing’ the Templars:

People frequently turn to her to mediate disputes—particularly those involving the powerful Templar Order, over whom she holds authority as the Chantry’s ranking representative.

– Grand Cleric Elthina

That sounds nice, until you remember that she appointed Meredith to her role, and that the Templars are ruling the city. There shouldn’t really be disputes with the Templar Order. They are empowered (however little I may like it) to take mages to the Circle, and to hunt apostates. They should not be interfering with the general populace at all. Of course they are. Meredith was selected precisely because she was willing to interfere, and she has kept on doing so. Elthina’s reputation is thus one long con. She has been smoothing over those occasions when her knight-commander (and partner in crime) stepped on a few too many noble toes.

And Meredith?

For now, she enjoys the grand cleric’s full support and has free rein in Kirkwall as the commander of its most powerful military force.

– Knight-Commander Meredith

Meredith has, all these years, enjoyed Elthina’s full support. Not just in her role as the boss of the Kirkwall Circle, but as Kirkwall’s military leader. Elthina has backed Meredith every step of the way, since she took control of Kirkwall.

That’s an almost pre-red lyrium Codex entry, from the very first time you meet Meredith. Elthina is worried now, because Meredith’s behaviour is becoming erratic. But prior to this, they have enjoyed a long and fruitful partnership. Whether Elthina cares about Meredith as a person is up for debate (she might!) but she certainly cares that Meredith is no longer doing her job as well as she once did.

So I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in sweet Grandma Elthina. Probably that was the writers’ intent, but either they wrote her very badly as a sweet old lady, or there’s some epic subversion going on here. Nothing I have seen in these games, or their Codices, or the supplementary material, has given me any reason to see Elthina as anything other than a manipulative, terrible person, who only works for her own advancement.

I don’t think of her as tragic, and I don’t mourn her death. She’s part of the problem. A bloody big part, at that.


Fiona is always happy glowing whenever all of her family is around. She just loves them so much!

I just thought I’d mention all of the kids’ relationship statuses, since I haven’t really shown much of the spares’ home lives. Louise married Forrest Herron, and they have one son so far, Leaf. Guinevere is married to Claire Drake, daughter of my first Next Top Model entry ever. Grace is married to Fenton Willowsburg, a townie I made. Ginger is dating Nora Raines, Azure’s older sister. Glenn is married to Rhea Warrington (sitting across from him). They have twin boys, and she’s expecting another set. Gideon, like Gardenia, is currently single.

anonymous asked:

why do you like jimmy/steve though?

well he’s always been an interesting character and i get that fans either love/hate him. but i’ve always felt like he & fiona were endgame, and i think the scene that really solidified it was during monica’s suicide- when he didn’t hesitate at all and jumped right in to help when the rest of them were all in shock. really shows what kind of person he is. after that, his scenes with fiona were so emotional when they were cleaning up/in her room. just wish he didn’t let her down so much. i do still think they’re endgame.

none of the other guys fiona’s been with come close to even being as interesting/dedicated as him, they were either too good for her or just so damn boring/zero chemistry. also, people like to say he’s no good for her but fiona gallagher is no saint, i think they match pretty well. fiona knows what she wants and she knows what she’s doing, she won’t let a guy be bad for her. i’ve always felt like they were each other’s rock, though they weren’t perfect for each other but i hope they will find their way back :)

edit: anon said that they felt that “the reason he jumped right in when monica tried to commit is because he’s used to being around stuff like that? if that makes any sense. i don’t think it would’ve mattered who it was or who that person was related to” and yes that does make sense, i guess i should have worded what i said properly- essentially that monica’s suicide showed that he was really there for her & her family (which i also feel that there is no arguing that he always helped her siblings in any way he best could) 


Millard Nullings (Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children):

Summary: Millard has a crush on Y/N and doesn’t know how to deal with this unknown feelings.

Requested by @mcgeheekam and @mrsnullings.

A/N: So sorry that it took me so long… This is a bit different: it’s Millard’s POV and it is similar to a diary entry. Tell me if you like it! (Also awfully sorry for the mistakes)
Feel free to send in requests!


I still remember seeing her for the first time and I still remember the feeling that her appearance had caused.
I had felt awkward the second I laid my eyes on her. Awkward, yes. Somehow awkward was the best word to describe everything since then.

I had brought up the courage to talk to her on her first day in the children’s home, introducing myself. But like I’ve already said, it was awkward.
Her first reaction had been laughing and reaching out to grab my arm. She had been completely mesmerised by my peculiarity and she still is. However, it was awkward. I had felt uncomfortable, a mushy feeling growing inside me.

And this mushy feeling never disappeared. It’s still there.


I woke up to the bright sunshine hitting my face and changed into my daily clothes rather quickly. Knowing that Y/N would already be outside, I went downstairs with a fast pace and left the house.

She sat in the grass near the big pond, playing with the water - or controlling the water.
“Good Morning, Millard.”, I heard her soft voice and I greeted her, as well, before placing my invisible body next to hers.

Even though there was almost a foot between us, I felt my legs slightly shaking again. Looking at her, I wondered why I only got this feeling around her. Maybe it was her beauty that was intimidating me so much. Or maybe it was her peculiarity, controlling water, that I found much more cooler than my own.

“… don’t you think?”, Y/N nudged my shoulder and I snapped out of my trance. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”, I asked her and she just shook her head, chuckling.

“I said that my peculiarity is somehow boring. And it’s not as useful as yours.”, she repeated and I instantly shook my head.

“You’re so wrong. I really like your peculiarity. It’s not boring at all. In fact it’s pretty cool.”, I assured her and she shrugged, humming thoughtfully.

“But this,”, she moved her hand, causing the calm water to move wildly, “doesn’t help people. It’s useless.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It is. Being invisible is much more helpful.”
“How could I help people?”
“You’re invisible! You can spy on people and-”
“Spying doesn’t help people. And being invisible isn’t as great as you might think. People don’t notice you.”

There was silence. Long silence.

It was not really uncomfortable but it was awkward. I didn’t understand why she didn’t understand why she didn’t like her peculiarity.
But maybe it was the same like it was with me: I did like my peculiarity but I got so used to it, it got so common and natural to me.

“I notice you.”, she smiled at me and I looked away, blushing and being grateful that she could see my face colouring red.
Again I felt this awkward feeling and for a second I forgot how to breathe. What was that?

Before I even had to think about what to say next, Miss Peregrine’s voice interrupted.

“Y/N, Millard, lay the table, please.”


In the evening, I played football with Hugh like I always did. But this day I wasn’t really able to concentrate, constantly thinking about Y/N’s words.

I looked to the side, watching Y/N talking to Emma, far away from me. What did she mean by noticing me? The way she had said it sounded so soft and honest.

“Ouch!”, I exclaimed as the ball suddenly hit me, Hugh coming to me quickly.

“Hey, you okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged, thinking wether I should tell him about this awkward feeling that I get when I think of Y/N.

“I feel strange.”, I mumbled, “And awkward.”

Hugh didn’t really know what I mean, that was obvious.

“You know, around Y/N.”, I said, my eyes wandering to her.
“Oh, you mean you’re in love?”, he asked with a grin and I shrugged again.

“Is it love when you feel so mushy and awkward all the time?”, I questioned, letting myself fall to the ground.

“Well, I don’t know much about love but I always get this mushy feeling around Fiona.”


After dinner we sat in the living room, waiting for Horace to project his dreams.
And just as usual, I didn’t wear clothes due to the fact that it was much more comfortable and I often to annoy the others, startling them.

Sitting right next to Y/N, there was this awkward feeling again. And I couldn’t help but think about Hugh’s words. Could it be that I was in love with her? And could it be that she also loved me? Maybe she tried to tell me. Maybe she meant that she’s not only noticing me but also likes to spend time with me.

I shook my head slightly.

I was thinking to much.

A while after Miss Peregrine had set back the time we all went to bed.
Thinking about everything that had happened during that day, I couldn’t sleep.

I decided to sneak out, not wearing clothes so that no one would notice me. Y/N was right, my peculiarity turned out to be useful.

I went to her room, expecting her to be asleep but she wasn’t. “Millard.”, she mumbled quietly. I stopped moving and held my breath, acting like I wasn’t there.

“I know that you’re here.”, she whispered, “Just close the door.” I sighed quietly and did as she told me before coming over to her bed.
“Sit down.”, she demanded and I nodded instinctively, forgetting that she could see me.

“How did you-”, I started but she only interrupted me, “I notice you, Millard.”

My heart stopped when she repeated her words. “I don’t understand.”, I admitted and I felt her arm reaching out trying to touch me.

“I know that this sounds weird but… I can feel your presence.”, she mumbled, her hand on my arm, “Somehow, I always know when you’re around me. I always get this awkward feeling.”

Even though, there wasn’t much light in her room I could still see the blush on her face and I knew exactly that I was blushing, too.

“I also get this feeling.”, I whispered, my heart beating fast against my ribs when she smiled. “Hugh said he gets this feeling when he’s around Fiona.”

“Do you think this is love?”, she asked, slightly motioning between us.

“I don’t know. But I wouldn’t mind.”, I admitted, my right hand taking her hand to interwine our fingers. “I really like you.”

She laughed softly at this action and we looked at our hands. Only her hand was visible, I found it awkward but she was amused.

“I really like you, too.”