and the rest is history i guess

Queens of Mewni & Their Cheek Symbol

So, I just thought to make the list of the cheek symbols of the Queens of Mewni for my next analysis (the significance of these cheek symbols). The first column were the image of the queens, second is their cheek symbols, third is symbolism’s meaning I got from the internet, and fourth is what traits I think you needed to get that symbol in the SVTFOE universe (in short, what the symbol signifies). 

SVTFOE Card Suite Symbolism speculation:

Heart - people with this symbol are very lovable and has a distinguishing “charm” that naturally attracts people and come to her side. They prioritize their relationship with others compared to anything else and usually let their heart dictates their action (emotional). They are often found as center of the group

Spade - people with this symbol wields strong and fearsome power, even more powerful than normal and typical queens.

Diamond - people with this symbol have the tendency to take the center of command and shoulder the burden and responsibility by their selves. They dress in jewelry and finery, conducting their selves as befitting of nobility.

Club - people with this symbol have the “common” mindset. They appreciate the values that works for the greater whole of society and hates anything that could destroy the social order they are comfortable and grew up in already.

Color symbolism speculation:

Shades of purple - elegance, nobility, regal

Yellow - bright, lively

Pink - lovely, feminine, 

White - harmony, power, everything (as it is combination of all colors of light. That’s why Moon said you must give everything if you want to “dip down”)

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littyr  asked:

what do you think drives lady macbeth's cruelty and do you sympathise with her at all?

This post and this post might be of interest. But I think ‘cruelty’ is the wrong word. Cruelty implies violence for the sake of violence and enjoyment of violence. (See here.) Lady M doesn’t revel in the violence. She doesn’t delight in it the way some of the characters in, say, Titus Andronicus do, or even Margaret in Henry VI does after the murder of Rutland/during the murder of York. For Lady M violence is always a means to an end. “Infirm of purpose” is what she calls her husband when he starts to get faint-hearted. He’s too full of the milk of human kindness “to catch the nearest way.” For her, it’s all about the outcome. The ends justify the means. Like I said in one of those posts, I think her driving force is ambition. She wants more than what she has. 

Interestingly, she never expresses any personal desire to be queen. She does, however, use the singular possessive pronoun ‘my’ when she says “The raven himself is hoarse / That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan / Under my battlements.” She claims the crime as her own, and even though the idea of murder occurs to her and her husband independently, she is the criminal mastermind. She says,you shall put / This night’s great business into my dispatch; / Which shall to all our nights and days to come / Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.” And at the end of the scene: “Leave all the rest to me.” This regicide is her baby–and I use that word very deliberately. There are a million possible explanations for why Lady Macbeth is so desperate to seize this power for her husband. My guess is it has something to do with that baby she mentions in 1.7 which doesn’t appear in the play. A woman’s function at this point in history was basically to be a baby-making machine and ensure the survival of her husband’s line. She hasn’t been able to do that (for whatever reason) and her husband, at least, is already middle-aged, so that procreation window is rapidly closing, if it’s not closed already. By early modern standards, that’s a huge dynastic failure. My guess is that her power-grabbing is about agency and compensation. Maybe she can’t continue Macbeth’s line, but she can make him king. And she does

But here’s the other part of it which I think is really important and often gets overlooked, and it goes back to the fact that Lady M never expresses a personal desire to be queen. She wants her husband to be king, and she thinks he is fully deserving of that office. “Thou wouldst be great;” she says, “Art not without ambition, but without / The illness should attend it.” AND THIS IS SO KEY. Because Lady M is nothing if not full of ambition. What she’s saying here is “You don’t have enough darkness in your soul to do this, so I’m going to do it for you.” Now. Is that somewhat fucked up? Absolutely. However, that is an enormous sacrifice to make. I’m not going to get into this in depth, but there’s a lot of natural law theory floating around in this play. What’s important to know is this: In the protestant ethos of this play, if you commit regicide, you are 100% going to be damned for eternity. There’s no doubt about that. So, in an insane backwards way, this is actually an incredibly loving, selfless thing to do on Lady M’s part. She is willing to sacrifice her own salvation to make her husband king. Let that sink in. That is so much more hardcore than just saying, “I’d take a bullet for you, babe.” She is willing to burn for all time to put him on the throne, and not only is she willing, but it’s her idea, not just something she does with her back against the wall. That is a crazy kind of love. And that’s one of my favorite things about this play. This is not a unanimous opinion by any means, but I firmly believe that even though the Macbeths are terrible tyrannical people, they are desperately, devotedly in love with one another. Their language is incredibly intimate. In his first letter Macbeth addresses his wife as “My dearest partner of greatness,” and throughout the play they are constantly struggling to help and heal one another. Theirs is a relationship built on love and equality, whatever else they do (and however their relationship is also sometimes toxic and fractures through the play). Look at Macbeth’s conversation with the doctor in 5.3 when his wife’s health begins to fail: “ If thou couldst, doctor, cast / The water of my land, find her disease, / And purge it to a sound and pristine health, / I would applaud thee to the very echo, / That should applaud again.” That. Is. Love.

So. Why does Lady Macbeth do the terrible things she does? There’s no certain answer. Ambition has a lot to do with it. But I think that ambition is rooted in guilt about what she hasn’t been able to provide her husband with, and a passionate yearning to make up for that, somehow. Leo’s character says in Inception that positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time, and I think that’s true here. Lady M doesn’t orchestrate Duncan’s murder because she’s inherently cruel. She does it for love.

call it a hunch


Excerpt: The first time Dan brings up posture, Phil is hunched over his laptop and feels rather as if he’s been caught in the act.

This was written for @pinofs and the @pinofsappreciation project! Happy early birthay, Nikki :D <3

Beta: Laney

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: excessive use of innuendo, smut

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Out of Gas

Rafael Casal x Reader

Note: This was inspired by the time that Rafa and Daveed ran out of gas on the freeway. This is my first Rafa fic so let’s hope it turns out well and I’m actually pretty proud of this one for a change. Shout out to @ourforgottenboleros for proofreading this for me, thank you Becca!! 

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff

Word Count: 2,650

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @beckett-faye @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox 

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Tonight is the night everything is supposed to change. After six years working hard at your job, going above and beyond your duties, your company has finally offered you a promotion. Tonight, the company is putting on an event, and you are the guest of honor. The whole event was to formally offer you the promotion and to celebrate the achievements you’ve made at the company.

Everything in your life feels like it’s falling into place as you sit in the passenger seat, with your supportive boyfriend Rafael driving you to the event. Until the car starts slowing down. Rafa pulls the car over to the side of the road and comes to a stop.

“What just happened?” You ask.

“I ah, think we just ran out of gas” he says with a laugh. “I can’t believe this happened again” he mumbles shaking his head.

“What are we gonna do? We’re still an hour away from this party we need to get there!” You exclaim, panic already setting in.

“Babe relax we’ll get there” he says, placing a hand on your knee.

Relax? How am I supposed to relax? I need to get to that party we’ll never make it now. You think to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No we won’t! We are stuck in the middle of a quiet road, at night, with no gas and…” you pull your phone out, groaning when you read the no signal sign at the top. “And no cell phone reception!”

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drarry fic recs!!

I’m relatively new here (as of 10 January 2017), but I already have a feeling that this will be one of my favorite posts, as it is here where I will be keeping a record of enjoyable & complete fanfictions that I have read!!! This list will probably be updated rather frequently and is therefore subject to change in content and format :-) All of the links provided will direct you to AO3. 

Also, I’m about to pull a Gilderoy Lockhart here but don’t forget to check out my own works if you ever find yourself looking for more!! Okay enjoy!!


Unhook the Stars by jad – This fic left me DECEASED. Draco is a professional Dom who Harry hires and my goodness dude ????? The banter, the emotions, the *whispers* sex exchanges between these two ugh [Explicit as FUCK BC ITS SO GOOD, 70k]

Plums by Frayach – The Master and his slave have “been together” for 10 years. They need their “relationship” like they need the air they breathe. Personal note: A very interesting and relatively puzzling fic that makes you think about things (won’t say what because of spoilers). Do take a look at the author’s notes if you will be reading this! [E, 6k]

Exposure to/Examination of Harry’s Past with the Dursleys 

Cake by astolat – Harry tried not to care when after the war, everyone he knew seemed to have made an agreement to stop paying attention to birthdays. It just takes a pretentious git like Draco to light his birthday candle : ) hahaha! While it is inevitably sad, I really appreciate how this fic actually made me laugh out loud like??? [M, 4k]

A Piercing Comfort by talithan –  While this puts Draco and Harry’s relationship in that of a therapist and client, I think that the author approaches both their relationship & Harry’s thoughts and behaviors very realistically. It is something that I truly enjoy to read over and over again because it is so beautifully crafted. There are so many smaller things in here that I could mention to lure you into reading thiS BUT DAMN I DONT WANT TO SPOIL IT  [T, 44k] 

Timeshare by astolat – The two spend the summer at each other’s houses (i.e. the Dursleys’, then the Malfoys’) under a bond – as per Dumbledore’s request – and learn about the deeper aspects of their lives. What’s especially notable about this one is the author’s take on Draco’s interesting and unexpected life at home, which helps to explain why he acts the way that he does. [M, 14k]

Mental Illness

Touched by Writcraft – Draco and Harry slowly rekindle their relationship after they run into each other at their therapists’ waiting room. Aside from promoting healthy methods of coping with mental illnesses, this fic does a wonderful job in portraying the way in which they find comfort and acceptance in each other as well :’-) [T, 7k]

The Unbearable Burden of Caring by tessacrowley – Draco and Harry, both highly successful in their paths (being an author and being an Auror, respectively), continue to suffer with uncured wounds, even fifteen years after the War. So then it just so happens that they meet each other at a masquerade and here is where I have to stop because, well, the elegance of it all!!! The language, their exchanges, their trials – all beautifully written. And it makes you understand. Definitely on the top of my list. [E, 22k]

Hogwarts Era

Kiss by Anonymous – What if Draco took Ron’s place in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament? This fic is very, very good – words are artfully linked together and the author very much knows how to satisfy one’s craving for the infamous push-and-pull dynamic between the two of them. Set in the Fourth Year (Goblet of Fire). [T, 10k]

Post-Hogwarts Era

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 – HI THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!! Everyone’s getting married and wondering why Harry isn’t settling down as well, so they take matters into their own hands. (I.E. IT’S LIKE A SERIES OF SHOE-FITTINGS FOR HARRY, EXCEPT WITH POTENTIAL PARTNERS LOL) everything is cute and funny and kfjads I am really not doing this fic justice with my explanation [E, 19k]

Smut (PWPs, Hate Sex, etc.)

I Feel You by thusspakekate – Harry and Draco are paired with each other in Professor Slughorn’s class, and are assigned to create a potion that links the hearts of those who consume it. Well, they’re linked, alright. Just not through their hearts. [E, 23k]

The Critiquer by dysonrules – Draco is a fucking cock critiquer and guess who sends a dick pic ?? that’s right, harry james potter!!!! bingo!! 100%!! our boy here gets a terrible review from the judge judy of cocks so he decides to take a photography class to up his dick pic game and the rest is history!! In all seriousness, this is a wonderful fic with the right amount of story development, wanting, and of course, smut :~) Although I must say that there are some graphic pics in here (very nsfw). I advise you to read this in privacy if you’re not very keen on having people assume that you’re a cock critiquer too HAHAHA. [E, 24k]

anonymous asked:

Okay, wow, it took me a really long time to hear this, but England is actually going through with the Brexit. You're from the UK, right? If not, sorry to bother then, but if you are, I'm just wondering what you think about all this.

I am utterly embarrassed, appalled, ashamed, and every doom that comes down upon our colossally stupid country for this has been earned throughout history, and yet I still wish it wasn’t happening. The people who will suffer the most from it are undoubtedly the ones who deserve it the least, and I just hope we can pull together to survive and reverse it (although frankly if I was the EU there wouldn’t be any sympathy like what the actual fuck England)

Okay, so I suddenly remembered miraculous ladybug and accidentally created an au where all villians are in some ‘gangs’ that compete with each other in some teenage-and-a-little-bit-of-ghetto world. It is still sketchy so uuuuhhh

…. Here we see Evillustrator who draws graffiti and Timebreaker – an illegal racer (I guess?????). I really ship Nath and Alix in canon (platonically), therefore in this au they hang out together most of the time

(note to self: draw the rest of the villians…… and Evillustrator drawing a graffiti bc I love graffiti)

((still don’t know what should I do with ladybug and chat noir I mean they need to be in this au right?))

Huntress- Part 13: Trust

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E13 so warning: SPOILERS

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Your feet padded quietly on the floorboards of the Bunker as you neared the voices. Dad had his back to you, typing away on his laptop, Uncle Dean was leaning over him, staring at whatever was on the screen. 

You had a cup of tea in hands as you wandered up behind them.

“Found a case?” You asked, making Uncle Dean jump. 
“The hell did you come from?” He looked at you with a frown.
“Europe.”You mumbled, reading the screen.

Dad chuckled before saying “Yeah, a Museum not too far away. Someone had their tongue ripped out…”
“Ouch.” You grimaced.
“…Yeah, but that didn’t kill them.” 
You tilted your head questioningly.
“Having their internal organs crushed did.”


“Sure is.” Uncle Dean huffed, his eyes squinting as he read over the article. You took a sip, the warmth of the mug spreading through to the palms of your hands.

“I take it you’re coming, Kid.” Uncle Dean looked at you expectantly. You nodded, grabbing a hair-tie from your wrist and tying your hair up into a bunche. 

Dad sighed, but didn’t say anything. He knew you’d probably end up finding a way, it was safer if you all stayed together.

“I’ll call Mom,” Uncle Dean broke the slight tension before it grew to too much “See if she wants to help out.”

“Okay.” Dad nodded, closing his laptop slightly and adjusting himself so he was facing you.
“Sleep well?” He asked in such a way you felt obliged to answer truthfully.
“Kinda.” You shrugged.
Dad nodded, thankful you didn’t outright lie, he could tell you trusted him more than you initially did.

“If you can’t sleep, it’s okay to tell me. I’m not going to be angry at you.”

“I know…thanks.” You didn’t want to offend him, but there was really nothing he could have done to help.

“Offering a tight smile, he looked up when Uncle Dean re-entered the room. “Okay, looks like it’s just gonna be the three of us,” He bitterly declared. Before you could question why he added: “Let’s go.”

You enjoyed car journeys. There was so much more land in America so the roads weren’t too busy and it gave you lots of time to listen to music or play dumb games. It was the simple things, but they made a difference.

You took out an earphone whenever they seemed to be talking about anything interesting.
“Wait, you said Mom was…”too tired” right?” Dad asked his brother, making sure he had his facts straight.
“Yep” Uncle Dean snapped. He was obviously not buying the “tired” excuse. To be fair, it was an excuse you’d often find yourself losing.

“What?” Dad frowned.
“I don’t know..I just feel like something’s going on and she doesn’t wanna talk about it.” Uncle Dean admitted his suspicions.
“She’s back into Hunting, she just needs time. We can’t expect her to be perfectly okay.”
“Yeah. I guess…”

You sighed, watching them go back and forth. Of course Mary had every right to hunt on her own, to have any secrets she wants to keep, to be away from her family and still love them. But Uncle Dean appeared to have different ideas, he was family driven and couldn’t get his head around the fact that she didn’t want to be with them all of the time.

From what Mary had told you, it sounded like she’d spent the earlier years of her life running from the Hunting life, to be dragged back in…it couldn’t have been easy.

You wouldn’t be able to cope if Dad hadn’t wanted you to stay, if you’d have to go back to live in The Chapter House…

After a solid fifteen minutes of waiting in the car, you’d just about had enough of not being able to know what’s going on. No, you couldn’t pretend to be an FBI agent, but you didn’t have to.

Instead of waiting for Dad and Uncle Dean to arrive back from the Museum, you got out of the car and marched in. You held your head high and walked straight past a few people, acting like you were meant to be there.
No one questioned you or stopped you from walking in. When you spotted the “FBI” you strode over and leaned over Uncle Dean’s shoulder: “Sup.”

He jumped, staring at you with wide eyes soon turning to a disapproved frown. You giggled, having managed to scare him for the second time that day.
“Y/N?” Dad walked over to where you were, looking confused “How did you get in here?”

“Walked through the door.” You explained, looking at the cabinets filled with antiques and relics. “Anything interesting?”
“People don’t question you if you look like you know what you’re doing.” You shrugged, earning a small smile from the pair of them. 

“Okay I’m changing my vote to a ghost, this place is full of EMF.” Uncle Dean looked down at the small machine in his hand.
“That’s actually pretty normal for a Museum, all these antiques everywhere. there’s bound to be a few pissed of spirits.” Dad gently argued.

“Hey, check this out.” Dad pointed to the front of some sort of ship, forcing you and Uncle Dean to move closer to get a better look.
“The Star.” You read, picking up an information booklet, “Sunk in 1723…”

“Wait, I know something about something,” Uncle Dean held a finger up, making you pause “Gavin McLeod.”

You scrunched your face up “Who?”

“Crowley’s kid?!” Dad looked half impressed an half confused.

“Crowley’s got a kid?” You wonder aloud.

“Yeah, uh, long story.” Uncle Dean quickly dismissed the chance to recite it for you; you were beginning to think everything was a long story. “But, this is Gavin’s ship.”

Speaking of the King Of Hell, his caller ID appeared on Uncle Dean’s phone.
“Hey Crowley.” He sighed, putting it on loud speaker.
“I can’t believe you! You idiots let Lucifer’s lovechild live?!”
“How do you know about that?” Dad interrogated.
“I don’t owe you an explanation!”
“Oh great- that’s reassuring.” You rolled your eyes.
“I guess this is a bad time to ask you if you can ask Gavin to come over?”
“Why on Earth would I want to do that?!”
“We don’t owe you an explanation.” You echoed his excuse, making him scoff.
“Look, Crowley. When we let Gavin live in our world, possibly screwing up the rest of history and time, we didn’t hunt him down. So yeah, you do owe us something.” Uncle Dean explained, unfortunately, Crowley didn’t seem convinced.
“I can’t believe you three!” He hissed before hanging up.

“That’s a fascinating story,” Rowena smiled sickly, her Scottish accent filling the room “But you said there was something in it for me?” 
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and leaned back.
“We’re gonna need your help to-

“I said for me.” She sighed, collecting her things and standing up to leave. Your Dad rose from his chair, grabbing her arm and holding her in position: “Sit down.” 

She hesitated, deciding whether to do so or not.Swallowing, she sat back down. Glaring at your Dad. Her eyes fluttered back to normal as she adjusted her position, getting comfortable.

“When we discover this eye witness, we can get our valuable information and you, well, you’ll want to meet them.” Uncle Dean promised.

“Who is this eye witness?” Rowena asked, her curiosity taking over her as she waited for someone to speak.

Your Dad smirked, looking between you and his brother. 

Sandwiched between your Dad and your Uncle, the three of you watched as the coach pulled up. It was large and silver, with one of those compartments for luggage.
“Gavin!” They called as a younger man walked off of the steps. He had dark brown hair, a navy trench coat and a satchel with his belongings. He strode over to you all, his eyes falling on yours. “Gavin, this is my daughter, Y/N.”
Dad shook hands with him, gesturing to you slightly.
“Y/N,” Gavin echoed “Hello.”
“Hey.” You greeted, noting his accent was much like Rowenas.

“You’re English!” He seemed more excited about this than you’d thought he’d be.
“Sure am.” You chuckled.

“So uh….how’s my Father?” He seemed to be asking you, making you back up slightly.

“About that,” Dad cleared his throat “We may have exaggerated…a little.”
“We lied.” Uncle Dean admitted “We lied.”
“We need your help-”
“Help!” He called, frightening one of the travelers as they walked past. You giggled as Uncle Dean tried to usher him away, assuring him no help was actually needed.
“We wanted to ask you about this.” You got your phone out and held up a picture of the ship.
“That’s the Star!” He grinned, squinting his eyes to see “That’s my ship!”

“Yeah it should have been.” Dad nodded, looking up as a car sounded.
A taxi parked and a certain Witch got out. Gavin looked up, confused. “You look just like my father when he was young” She grinned.
He frowned.
“Gavin, this is Rowena, you’re Grandmother.”
“My Grandmother…She can’t be alive.”
“Neither can you, mate.” You huffed “Don’t question it.”

“I would have thought all the wreckage would still be at the bottom of the Atlantic!” Gavin grinned as he studied the front of his ship back in the Museum. He walked around it a few dozen times, looking it up and down in fascination.

“Here’s a folder of what they recovered, recognise anything?” You handed him the folder, hoping to speed things up a little without sounding too rude. People’s lives were at stake.

“Amazing.” He said, eagerly taking it from your hands.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him and leaning on the table behind.

“Nope…Nope…Nope” He flicked through the pages, glancing at the photos. You shared a look with your Dad, making him smirk.

“My God,” Gavin placed the folder on the table open on the page “That’s the locket.”
“The locket?” Dad questioned.

You leaned in, examining the picture and scanning the paragraph of information for anything useful or interesting.
“It’s the locket I bought…for my Fiona”
“Darlin’, you had a we girlfriend!” Rowena squealed.
“Fiona Dunken.” He said proudly.

“Hey.” Uncle Dean called you over to where he and your Dad were stood. You backed up to where they were, looking up expectantly.
“It’s missing.” He said, pointing at a stand.
“Maybe the ghost of this Fiona took it.” Dad suggested.

“My Fiona’s a ghost?!” Gavin butted in, looking insulted anyone would suggest such a thing.
“She’s vengeful, she wants clarity…She’s also very dangerous.” You sighed, knowing full well he wouldn’t want to hear this. His eyes said it all, they were shocked and barely managing to process the information you were telling him.

You stood behind your Dad and Uncle as they stormed in, shotguns armed with salt-bullets. Dad took a shot at the ghost-who must have been Fiona- she disintegrated through smoke. There was no doubt she’d be back soon.
 As she did so, you had to physically hold Gavin back so he didn’t run in to see if it truly was her. He struggled in your grip, making you press your thumb into one of the pressure points along the arm. He stopped struggling “Ow!”
“Don’t move then!” You hissed, letting him go since the ghost was gone.
Rowena watched with disapproval “Hush!”.

Holding his arm, he pouted “Okay…now what?”

“We need you to speak with her. We need to be sure it is her.” Dad explained. He lowered his gun fully and offered Gavin an encouraging smile.

“Oh restless spirit, make thy presence known to me…”

You waited on the other side of the door with Rowena, Uncle Dean and Dad. The ghost would be more likely to show if he was on his own. However, you had fully loaded firearms on the table to your right in case things got messy.

“…Fiona…’tis I: Gavin…”

You all waited in silence, straining to hear for cries of help. You had to prepare for the worst case scenario- just in case. As they spoke their voices became more and more louder and it appeared to be becoming an argument more than a conversation.
You noticed your Dad looking over to the shotguns, as if contemplating reaching for one. He licked his lips in thought before looking away. The room fell silent and you looked up at Dad.

He opened the door slowly, Uncle Dean holding a weapon just in case.

The three of you peered in to see Gavin stood in the middle of the room, watching an empty space with sorry eyes which was probably where Fiona had stood.

“Was it her?” Rowena asked, moving towards where he stood.
“Aye, it was Fiona.” He nodded slowly, his face hardened and he added “But not my Fiona.”

“So…we’re all agreed she needs to be stopped?” Dad spoke. Every nodded in response. “How? We can’t burn her bones if she’s at the bottom of the ocean?” You weren’t trying to be a pessimist, but you hadn’t any other ideas.
“Well,” Uncle Dean cleared his throat, eyeing Gavin “There might be a way to fix everything.”
“No.” Rowena snapped, meanwhile you were let to catch on. “We’re not sending him to his death. That’s not a solution.”
“Actually, I was thinking the same thing. If I go back in time and board the ship, time would go as it was supposed to.” Gavin agreed.

“You can send someone back in time?” You asked, intrigued,
“Aye, that’s how I arrived in the twenty first century. It’s a long story.” Gavin nodded.
“Isn’t everything…” You mumbled.

“Never gonna happen.” A certain King Of Hell decided to show his face. “Just because your family’s a mess doesn’t mean you get to mess with mine!” He shouted at the three of you. You frowned at the word “mess”.
“Let him go Fergus!” Rowena hissed.
“If you want to go so badly then why did you call me?!” Crowley ignored his Mother.
“You called him?” Uncle Dean said.
“Yes…I called you,” Gavin hesitated “I called you to say goodbye.”
Crowley stiffened and his head rose with realisation. 

Standing up to leave, Crowley reached out to stop his son. However Rowena held up her hand and chanted a sharp spell, making Crowley freeze. “…Mother…” He hummed, raising an eyebrow at her.

You watched with anticipation, unsure as to whether you could really have a valuable opinion on someone else’s situation. 
Gavin waled past, turning round to his Dad and saying “I’m sorry, Father…”

You watched as Dad prepared the last of the spell. Standing next to Uncle Dean, Gavin wondered over to join you both and sighed. “You ready?” You asked, glancing at his pale face.

He swallowed. “Yes.”

Dad held a blade up to his palm and sliced through, Gavin winced but didn’t say anything as he squeezed his blood into the bowl of ingredients.
“Are you sure this’ll work?” He asked.
“We’ve never actually done it before,” Uncle Dean admitted “But other family members have.”
You added “Plus Rowena tweaked the spell.”

“Hey, uh, Gavin,” Dad gently caught his attention “You’re a good guy. Thank you.”

Gavin nodded ad moved so he was stood in front of the three of you. He nodded “Hopefully, this is all for the best.” 

As Dad read the spell Fiona appeared at his side, her body translucent with a murky yellow tinge. The pair of them turned to face each other, both smiling and hands reaching for each others. Their bodies began to change so they both had a middle-ground between being see through and tangible. Then, as softly as she had appeared, they were whisked away back in time. 

You kept your eyes on the empty space. Gavin was nice. It was hard to believe Crowley was his father, although, something told you the King Of Hell had more of a heart than he let on.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you roll off of your bed to get into a position where you could answer it. You looked down at the caller ID and scowled. It was him again.
Why couldn’t that bastard just leave you alone?!
You’d had it.

“What?” You snapped, finally answering.



“Finally, why are you suddenly ignoring me?” He questioned.

“Why are you always calling me?” You were trying to keep your volume to a minimum. At this point, you didn’t want your Dad getting involved.

“Look, I get that you belong with your…Dad.” He had a hard time getting the word out “But you can still work with us. The idea was that you got us into the Winchester’s good books.”

“I never agreed to the bleeding idea in the first place!” You protested.

Sam Winchester stood outside your bedroom door, leaning against the wall and straining to hear. He listened curiously.

“Y/N, you trust us don’t you?” The man asked.
You didn’t answer.
“You trust me don’t you?” He altered the question a little in hopes for a response.
“I don’t know anymore…”
“Who do you trust?” He asked in such a way you could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he calculated a plan to re-earn your trust.
“I trusted Max…” You whispered.
“I know you did.”
“Your Dad?” He suggested.
My Dad?” You echoed, realising you didn’t know if you did or not. Sam lifted his head at the mention of himself. “I think I trust him…but I trusted you and look where that got me.”
“Y/N, I didn’t want to do that to you either. I’ve changed. Your Mum changed me.”
“My Mum’s dead.” You retorted “Change yourself.” 

As you approach your Dad and Uncle, they seemed to be talking about the case and how Cas still hasn’t found out much on Kelly. You silently agree before sitting down next to your Dad. 
He shoots you a frown, but doesn’t question what you’d been doing. “You okay?” He asked, perhaps hoping you’d explain.
“Mmmhmm.” You smiled.

He could have wanted to push you to say more, but Mary walking down the steps turned all attention away from you. 
“It’s been a while,” Uncle Dean expresses “A long long long while.” You kicked your Uncle’s shin from under the table, making him flinch “Ow!”
You stuck your tongue out at him, making Mary roll her eyes.

“I brought beers and burgers.” She declared. Mary placed the bags down on the table, smiling at you. You smiled back, thinking she had more to say.
“Forgiven.” Uncle Dean grinned, ripping open the case of beers.

“So, uh, what’ve you been up to?” Dad asked her, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh you know, chasing vampires, shooting werewolves, melting rugaru brains.”
Your head shot up at the mention and you squinted your eyes at her suspiciously. “What?” Uncle Dean questioned her.

She looked down and suddenly the happy family atmosphere was gone.

Realisation hit you: “You’ve been working with them…haven’t you?” She directy looked at you, guilty eyes and a tired stance. “There’s no easy way to say it…”

“I just did.” You snapped “You’re welcome.”


“Mom…” Dad sighed “We have a history with them.”

“I know, Sam. But what they’re doing, it’s incredible. We’ve saved so many lives-”

We? So you’re a we now?” Uncle Dean interrogated. The betrayal in his voice was harsh and thick. 

You watched as they went back and forth. You knew the most about The British Men Of Letters, they weren’t necessarily bad people… It was complicated and you thought you’d finally gotten out.
Truth was, you did miss parts of it. The Hunting they’d prepared you for was certainly easier and more effective. They’d practically wiped out every Supernatural species in the UK. 
It wasn’t all bad…you just wished they hadn’t kept your Dad from you for so long. And what they did to Mum… you couldn’t just forgive them for that.

“Don’t give me the face.” Mary folded her arms across her chest at her eldest.
“What face?”
The face.”
“There is no face.”
“That face!” She pointed at your Uncle, her voice loud.

“Mom…we don’t trust the Brits.” Your Dad trailed off when he spoke, noticing you becoming more and more awkward between the three of them.

“So where does that leave us?” Uncle Dean stood tall.

“Same as always. Family. Please, just hear me out.”

Part Fourteen- Pick A Side


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A/N: I’ve kinda worked my butt off all day to get this finished *phew*. Time to start planning for the next part I guess \_(-_-)_/

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Summer School Pt. 2 (Jeff Atkins X Reader Imagine)

Request: you should totally do a part two for the “summer school” imagine, I LOVED IT THE FEELS ALSJDJSNSKSKSKSSN!! need more!! loveeee your writing btw :)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~*Jeff’s Pov*~
“Seriously Jeff?” Clay asked unamused “How the fuck do you fail gym?”

“I don’t know dude.” I lied to him. The truth was that there was a schedule change recently, causing (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be in the same gym class as me and I’ve been so distracted lately. The way her hair flips about when she runs and how she’s insanely amazing at volleyball. I’ve had a crush on her since summer school before freshman year, but I’ve never really talked to her since then. She’s pretty shy and quiet but shes also friends with many people and gets along with everyone, unless you fuck with her. If you get her mad she can be a bitch, and I’ve always admired the way she stood up for herself.

“Hey!” I get cut out of my thoughts by Clay “you really need to get your shit together.” He says right before the bell rings.

“Yeah I’ll work on it, see ya later.” I say as I hurried to my 3rd period class: Gym.

I walk into the gym to see three nets set up side by side. ‘Another volleyball day I guess’ I say to myself as I wait to see what net I was assigned to. I got net 2 and (Y/N) got net 1, meaning I was on the team next to hers.

About half an hour later I decided to walk up to Tony, who was on the same team as (Y/N). She was standing next to him and they were sharing a few words, not a full on conversation though.

“Hey Tony!” I go up to him saying.

“Jeff!” He replied “I saw Clay in the hallway, he told me you were failing gym.” He said smirking

“How do you even fail gym when you’re on the baseball team?” I heard (Y/N) say and I see her trying to hide a laugh.

I smile but as I was about to say something I hear the coach yelling.

“Atkins get back to your net!!”

“Oh shit” I whisper and walk away but I could hear (Y/N) giggling. Fuck she’s so cute.

I was now walking to my last class when I saw Clay talking to (Y/N) by his locker. Perfect! I went up to Clay just as an excuse to see (Y/N).

“Hey Clay. When does our tutoring session start today?” I ask

“Uhm right after school at 2:30, just like how its been all year.” He said raising his eyebrow and I can tell he knows whats going on. “Right, thanks man” I say

“He’s gonna be there too?” I hear (Y/N) ask him just as I was about to walk away.

I quickly turn around looking surprised. “What?” I ask

“Oh right! Jeff I have to help (Y/N) with history too for a few days for the test next week.” He said “I really hope you don’t mind” he said smirking.

“Uh yeah of course, it’s totally cool if (Y/N) is there.” I said as I internally face palm myself cringing at how nervous I sounded.

“See you there I guess.” She smiled and walked off which made me realize that I was going to be late to class.

“See you later Clay!” I yell as I begin running to my last class of the day. I sit in my seat and spent the rest of class thinking of things I was gonna talk to (Y/N) about. God I hope I don’t mess this up.

Dinner with the Swedes- Andre Burakovsky

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(Omg this GIF works so well!!!)

I LOVED this prompt anon! I love the Caps (if any of you missed that) and I got to include a BUNCH of them! Ahhh!!! I love how this one turned out! And I know you like how I incorporate languages, so I used some more Swedish, and a Swedish dish (for dinner with the Swedes) so translation is at the end and I hope you like it!

Warning: None that I can think of?

Anon request: hi there!!! i love your blog, and you’re a really good writer! i also love how you try to incorporate other languages like swedish into it to make it more realistic! can you write one where andre takes his new gf to dinner at one of the swedes’ house and shes like super nervous but then they LOVE her and end up teasing andre in the locker room the next day about how heart eyes he is about her and embarrass him in front of the whole team?


              “älskling, you ready?” Andre asked, stepping into the kitchen.

              “Yeah just needed to put the cake on a plate.”

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Two cute neighbours.

Hello, love bugs!!
Dan x reader
Warnings-fluff, kisses. Also, swears because Dan

1887 words yo, Its a long one.

hi !! i love your writing soooo I was wondering if u could do a dan x reader where the reader moves in next door to dan n Phil n the reader has an emotional support dog (preferably a mini chocolate lab) n dan n Phil loooooove the dog n it’s cute n fluffy !! then it time skips to when dan n the reader are dating n the reader tells dan why they have the support dog (anxiety n panic attacks) n dan is supportive n its just cuuuuuuuuuuttttteeee –anonymous

“Dan!” Phil practically screams as he runs up the stairs.

“What, are you okay?” Dan says jumping from his couch crease to make sure poor Philly isn’t to hurt.

“We have the two cutest new neighbors ever!” Phil announces. Coming face to face with Dan on the landing.

“Phil!” Dan moans putting extra emphasis on his part. “I thought that fucking aliens were outside. Christ!” Dan says walking back into the living room.

“But Dan you don’t understand,” Phil says smiling. “One is possibly the prettiest girl I have ever seen. The other is the prettiest brown lab I have ever seen.” Phil recounts as he moves into the living room staring down at Dan trying to make a point.

 "Prettiest girl ever?“ Dan questions as Phil nods his head in agreement. “Well, I suppose we should be gentlemen and go see if the two of them need help moving in,” Dan says closing his laptop.

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The Shape of You

Jughead Jones x Reader

You’re new in town and Jughead takes a liking to you, based on the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran.

Warnings: there’s some kissing and party dancing, alluding to something more

Word count: 1,602

A/N: This is my first fan fiction in this universe and also my first post on this blog, but I hope you enjoy none the less! I mean if you really want I guess you can request, send me ideas pls. 

the club isn’t the best place to find a lover

so the bar is where I go

It’s just like your parents to pick up and move schools with little to no notice, and of course they didn’t ask for your opinion on anything. It’s not like you’re actually important, right? You’ve become emotional baggage to your parents, or at least that’s what it feels like. They do business wherever they please, and you have to follow.

Their next destination: Riverdale. The school is okay, the town a bit too small, and the people sometimes seem like something out of the lingerie ad in a magazine, like they’re too perfect to actually be real. 

The only place that didn’t seem like a total drag to you was the local cafe that was open 24 hours. You often went there to study or people watch, and today started just like that.

You walked in and ordered a milkshake and sat in a booth by the door. You notice a boy sitting a few booths over, alone, buried in his laptop. You watch him for a few minutes, noticing the way his hands flutter over the keyboard and the crease in his eyebrow every thirty seconds or so. His eyes are glued to the screen, like he was on the verge of something great.  

Hopping from school to school, you have to learn to make friends quickly, so your confidence in approaching people may seem a bit forward. You told yourself it was better than not having any friends at all. 

You take a deep breath and decide that this time, friendship will start with this guy. 

“What are you writing? A Sherlock Holmes novel?” You ask from your seat.

“Close.” he says without looking up.

You slip out of your booth and slide into the side of the booth opposite of him.

“I’m interested.” you say, looking at him with a smirk, you weren’t going to give up so easily now.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he asks, looking up. You finally get a look at his eyes, and it’s too bad that he’s so focused on the screen, because the world is definitely missing out.

“I’m (Y/N).” you say, taking a a sip of your milkshake.

“Jughead.” he replies, raising an eyebrow. 

one week in, we let the story begin

we’re going out on our first date

Just one week in Riverdale and Jughead Jones had swept you off your feet faster than your head had time to catch up with your heart. You’ve been meeting at Pop’s with him every single day after school, talking about his novel, the town, or nothing at all. He’s filled you in on the past summer, and what’s happened since then, always lighting up when he talks about it. You can only guess that it’s because it’s the topic of his novel.

You could never read his face any other time, though, he was so caught up in looking at the world so differently. Everyone else was almost certain he liked you, as they all insisted this is the happiest they had ever seen him.

“Not possible. That boy couldn’t like anything except food if he wanted to.” you told the rest of the friends you had met, who also happened to be part of Jug’s main friend group.

Veronica was sitting across from you with Betty by her side, both looking at you as if you had something in your teeth. 

“Oh come on, it’s written all over his face, and all over yours too.” Betty chimed in, linking her arm with Ronnie’s.

Before you have time to say anything there’s a ding at the front door, you turn to see who it is and surprise, it’s no one else other than…

“Hey Jughead.” Betty says, motioning for him to come sit with you guys.

“Hi (Y/N),” he says, barely even noticing the other two girls are there, “Can I talk to you?” 

You look at the girls for a moment and they both urge you to leave.

Walking out of Pop’s and down the street towards the bridge, not a word is spoken. Finally, you stop over the river.

“Thought you said you wanted to talk.” you tease, nudging him gently on the shoulder.

“Yeah, well, uh…” he responds.

“The great Jughead Jones, without anything to say?” you continue to tease, just like you had for the past week.

That one gets a smile out of him, and before you know it you’re both laughing on the bridge before a silence settles over you, leading into an awkward moment that can’t be broken by him typing or you sipping your milkshake.

You kick a pebble with your foot, looking down when suddenly his hand is on your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his. He leans in before you can say anything and kisses you softly on the lips, his hand going to cup the back of your neck to pull you closer and your hands automatically find a place on his waist. 

He breaks the kiss slowly, keeping your foreheads together.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you, (Y/N).” he whispers, looking for some sort of sign from you.

“Well you could’ve asked me on a date first, but I guess this will do.” you say with a smile, going back in for another kiss.

i’m in love with the shape of you

we push and pull like a magnet do

A month can seem like such a long time when you’re in a relationship. 

Veronica had asked if you guys could come to a party on your one month, and you didn’t see why not. Jug made it very clear he would rather have stayed home and just spend time with you, but you felt like dancing.

It was Cheryl’s party, but as long as your friends were there you didn’t mind as much, and besides, you had the perfect boyfriend anyway.

The music was loud and the dance floor was hot. Betty and Veronica quickly found their way to the center to dance the night away, soon joined by Kevin and Josie. 

Jug was in the corner with his arms crossed, but not for long.

You walk over, hips swaying from side to side.

“Let’s go.” you say.

“Finally.” he sighs, turning to head for the door.

“No no no.” you tell him, taking his hand and leading him towards the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find your waist. He remains stiff as other people bump against him, not wanting to get into it. You quickly turn around and put my back to his, swaying your hips against his. 

He leans his head in close to yours, his hands tracing the outline of your curves from your waist to the top of your rib cage down to your thighs. 

You turn back around and lace your hands through his. 

It was his turn to pull you along, and this time you don’t object as he leads you out of the house as you wave a quick goodbye to your other friends. 

although my heart is falling too

i’m in love with your body

The walk home passes by in a blur of sloppy kisses and trying to keep your hands off of each other.

The door to your bedroom opens with a bang, and soon you’re on the bed, his beanie on the floor, and the shirts start to come off.

Your hands entangle themselves in his nearly midnight black hair as you pull him on top of you, your lips finding his. He bites your bottom lip, something he had never done before, so you can’t help but give in, wanting your body’s closer.

He pushes you further on the bed, your hands running over the shape of his waist and his chest, wanting to get every last detail in your head for the rest of time. You hadn’t been this intimate with Jug yet and you wanted it to be etched in the history books.

His hands move to your waistband, his lips hovering over your neck now, his breath on your skin making your own breath hitch at the feeling.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, knowing how you feel about everything. It would be your first time, after all.

“I love you, Jughead Jones.” you say, your hands playing with the hair on the back of his neck now.

“Well you could have waited till I said it first, but I guess this will do.” he says, his eyes finding yours, “I love you.” 

last night you were in my room

and now my bedsheets smell like you

Last night was probably one of the best nights of your entire life. Your boyfriend had slept over, leading to the perfect face to wake up to.

You curl up against his chest, your head on his heart, listening as the beats align with yours. 

“Good morning, princess.” he says softly, his voice deep and husky. It sounds just like you imagined it would. 

His hands find their way to your waist to pull you closer, his thumb tracing circles on your lower back as you lay there. You could stay there for the rest of your life and you would be content. 

Your eyes look up into his, and for the first time you find yourself wanting to stay in this town, because maybe, just maybe, Riverdale can finally be  a home with Jug by your side. 

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It’s tempting for Jinyoung to sit still in his office when he knows he has more of his memories with Hanna stored away in the locked drawer below his desk. The ones he shredded in front of Soojung weren’t the last. He knew his heart would long for his late-wife (if he could call her that), so he had to keep the remaining photos elsewhere. As soon as break comes, he requests that no one interrupts him as he’ll be having his lunch alone. It’s the perfect excuse to get a glimpse of the memories after so long.

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48% and Alec taking Magnus aside at Max's party to let him know he likes Magnus's Cat eyes ❤️❤️

“Magnus, wait.”

He’d taken a moment to reprimand his mother after that scene on the balcony. He knew things were difficult, but they were difficult for all of them right now. Her attitude to Jace was one thing, but passing that on to Max? Max was just a kid. She needed to leave him out of whatever politics were going on that had made her decide Jace wasn’t worth her time.

As if that wasn’t enough, though, his boyfriend had somehow been hurt in the process. Alec wasn’t about to let that stand lightly.

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I know you hate burning sandals because he decided to become a democrat right when it was convenient and tried to hijack the party so he could win an election. but if he hadnt run when and how he did, would you still dislike him? like outside of the 2016 election, do you like him as a politician? his policies and whatnot?

no and let me tell you why my freshman year polisci class we were all randomly assigned a U.S. senator and we had to do our own research on their voting and legislation history then at the end of the year we did this sort of mock senate session as the senator we researched. ANYWAYS guess who was assigned burning sandals? i didn’t know much about him but after looking up his history in the senate only to find out he was only known for passing legislation on renaming post offices i was thoroughly unimpressed with his geriatric ass. and this douche who sat next to me who i hated got assigned barbara mikulski who i really wanted and i was LIVID for the rest of the semester.

[Femslash February]: Movies

an AU where Lila is actually gay as shit and the last person she wants to flirt with on her first day of school is Adrien Agreste >:P

Day 19: Movies

Words: 2295

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Autumn]

Marinette really needed to start showing up to school on time so that she wouldn’t keep missing important developments.

She was barely in the building for fifteen seconds and Lila was all anyone was talking about. Apparently coming in two minutes before the bell rang was enough to completely miss the fact that Lila apparently knew Jagged Stone, Prince Ali, and seven Hollywood directors. Chloe was the mayor’s daughter and even she didn’t have that much clout.

She walked past Mylene – saying something about how Lila was personally invited to the Lancôme Fall 2015 Couture Party a few months back – and bumped shoulders with Alya. “Who on Earth is this Lila girl?”

Alya looked up from her phone and jutted her chin across the courtyard. “She just started here.”

Marinette lifted a brow and saw Nathanael talking animatedly with a girl that she didn’t recognize and happily exchanging numbers with her. “Uh huh….”

“She gave me an interview, did I tell you?” Alya grinned and pulled up the video on her phone. “Apparently Ladybug saved her life once. My Ladyblog had the most hits ever afterwards.”

Well, that was something Marinette would’ve definitely remembered if it had actually happened. She scowled as she scanned through the video of this Lila person laughing into the camera and waxing on about this dramatic rescue that Ladybug never pulled off. “Who the heck is this girl?”

“I don’t know but she’s got the most incredible life,” Alya said. “And now she’s going here. She’s totally awesome, apparently her and Ladybug are really close friends.”

Marinette scoffed defensively. “Um…I’m close friends with Ladybug. I got you that personal interview with her. You know, the one that got you a thousand new followers?”

Alya laid a hand on her shoulder. “Oh no, of course babe, and that was fantastic. But Lila has like super duper insider information on Ladybug never heard before. It’s going wild.”

“You cannot be serious,” Marinette frowned. “Where is this chick, I need to have a quick chat with – ”

“Oh my goodness, I don’t think we’ve met yet!”

Marinette barely had a chance to finish her sentence before Lila practically skipped across the courtyard and slid up right next to Marinette, less than a foot away from her face. Marinette jumped in surprise and leaned her body away from her while Lila folded her hands behind her back and pinned her with a sly smirk. “U-Uh,” Marinette mumbled.

“This is Marinette,” Alya helpfully supplied. “She was that best friend I was telling you about. She’s also our Class Representative.”

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“Harry is an unreliable Narrator”

Okay so, if you’ve been in the fandom long enough (and haven’t we all?) then I’ll bet you’ve come across the above arguement at some point or another.

I’m here to set that arguement straight.

First of, I feel like those people have never read a book with an actual unreliable narrator. There are some books out there where you cannot be sure what actually happened in the story even after you finished reading. Did that person really die? Was there magic in this book or not? I can recommend a few, if anyone is interested.

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King of Pain Pt. III

Previously:  I, II

You watched the snowfall from the view of your window; it coated each branch in a soft layer of white. The sky was completely overcast, almost the same color as the snow. The cold from outside seeped through the windowpanes. It was invigorating. You were interrupted as Martha knocked on your door.

“Hello Martha, it’s lovely to see you again,” You greet Kylo’s handmaiden.

“You’re too kind my lady,” She smiles.

“Martha, I have a question for you about the King,” You start. She nods, signaling for you to continue. “I was wondering about his suitors, and if there was anything to indicate his interest in me, it just seems so random,” You voice your curiosity.

“Many women fancy the King, but he rarely pays them any attention. Speaking from personal experience, his majesty looks at you differently and after the duel he would ask around about you,” She explains.

“I see, I believe you, though I don’t appreciate that he expected me to marry him so easily.”

“Well he doesn’t have much experience with woman, he’s learning. But let me assure you that he has a great respect for you,” She justifies.

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holy shit ben… holy shit… i guess you weren’t around for the les mis phase wow that is a big chunk of history right there.

okay. the book is one of my favourite pieces of literature, ever, period, but it is 1200 pages long and it is a fucking undertaking. the bit with enjolras and the student rebels kiiiiiiiiiiiiiind of stands apart from the rest of the book enough that you could maybe get away with reading just that, but even that’s several hundred pages and like, it’s a masterpiece of the western literary canon, it’s well worth a read anyway, so you’re better off not skipping anything.

i have pleb taste in adaptations. the 2012 movie musical version with aaron tveit owned my fucking life for nearly a year and i’m incapable of talking about it objectively. hugh jackman and russell crowe are both pretty bad and some of the direction is hokey but, again, it owned and operated my entire life for a solid stretch and it’s the only big budget movie musical we have so.

there is also a filmed concert version with norm lewis (one of my favourite, favourite, favourite stage actors) as javert, and ramin karimloo as enjolras, and oh my fucking god nick jonas as marius falksdjflkasjdlfjsalkjfalksjflkjslkdjf i completely forgot… but also lea salonga and samantha barks as fantine and eponine respectively, both of whom are excellent, and the concert version is plenty gay so i enjoyed it. the best and gayest stage enjolras is david thaxton and you should be able to find clips of his shows floating around. godspeed.

also ark on ao3 wrote the best les mis fanfiction what a blessing

I want Kevin to go to Edinburgh and I want him to go around finding all the historic sites. I want him to go find the place of the last public execution in Edinburgh (which I went and found because I enjoy gruesome history stories- side note this execution had an audience of 20,000)

I want him to go and find the house of the Burke and Hare double murder (which is along the Royal Mile)

I want him to go to the castle to see where the Black Dinner happened

I want him to go find Captain John Porteous’s grave in the Greyfriar’s graveyard

I want him to go find John Knox’s house and recite the history of Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth

I want him to climb up to Arthur’s Seat just to see where the 17 tiny coffins were found that are thought to represent the 17 victims of Burke and Hare

And all the while I want the rest of the foxes to be pretending to be super fascinated by this small child getting insanely excited about history even though they don’t really care (though maybe a little there’s some pretty gruesome stuff) because they are foxes and they support each other

and honestly I just want them all happy