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“While Outlander is a brilliant period show, Claire represents so many qualities of a 20th-century modern-day woman, someone who is forging her own path, fighting for what she believes, and doing so with integrity,” Balfe said in a statement to press Monday. Elaborating exclusively to Vanity Fair, she added, “Right now it’s a very important time to stand up and voice our beliefs and reiterate that we are 50 percent of the population … that we have a voice and we need to use it. Even though Claire is a woman from the 40s, I think that she does have a resonance today. We need to stand up for our b e l i e f s and our r i g h t s , and I think she embodies that kind of spirit.”
“…getting to play Claire was an absolute dream. She is strong-willed and, not perfect, but a survivor and a fighter, and I think that is such a great place to go to in your work every day—to play someone who has such resilience. It can only make you feel better about everything in your life. I feel very grateful to be able to go to work every day and play her.”
~ Caitriona Balfe on Why Outlander’s Caitriona Balfe Hopes Women Take a Cue from Claire Fraser, Vanity Fair
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I just had time until now, I’m so very sorry to being this late, but later than never!!
This is a little gif for my sister’s birthday (Oh my stars, they’re twins! they born the same day!) so… I simple took a time to do this book’s cover, it is about their W O N D E R F U L fanfition “THE CITADEL OF LOST CHILD"Guys, seriously, you gotta read it. This history is so well written and is actually one in a million, you will never see the world same than before. The characters have all diferents personalities and even they speak in a different way, this is something extremely nice from them: and all this enviroment full of pain, -O H B O Y
Steven universe left behind against this kind of F E E L S!-But seriously, they’re a couple of pieces of heaven, a gift of a godness I didn’t ask since don’t deserve it. These sweeties are by far the more wonderful persons UwU
And if you -yourselves- are reading this, F R E A K I N’ Y E S, you’re asombrosas!!I’ll give you a bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbiiig hug right here, and a lovely soggy kiss. And know a long list of apologises because my poor gift, I swear I’ll do some better when I have more time!! My school is killing right now and hell, is hard even to continue reading ur history. Well, I hope this day was super fun for you, darlings, I love you too much, never forget that.
E — Every day starts with: checking the time, checking the notes on my phone, stroking my cat and turning back over
F — Favourite song: ‘Saigo no toki’ (Death Note musical) - my go-to song for finding my focus again
G — Ghosts, are they real: Never say never?
H — ?
I — In love with: No one, right now (but a few celebs stand on my ‘get it’ list).
J — ?
K — Killed someone: Only other people’s faith in me
L — Last time you cried: Let’s not answer
M — Middle name: Something also beginning with ‘M’
N — Number of siblings: Four
O — One wish: To be able to transition without risking homelessness/poverty
P — Person you last called/texted: A friend
Q — Questions you are always asked: (when reading my name, handwritten by me) ‘What’s your name, sorry?’ ‘Isn’t dyspraxia just clumsiness?’ ‘What course are you on?’ ‘What’s your dissertation about?’ ‘Is that legal?’
R — Reasons to smile: Masataka Kubota, writing
S — Song last sang: ‘G.I.N.A.S.F.S’ by Fall Out Boy
T — Time you woke: About 9:30am
U — Underwear colour: Who cares? They’ve all got holes in them.
V — Vacation destination: Usually Norfolk.
W — Worst habit: Probably my trich? (which is not so much a bad habit as a terrible coping mechanism) But also how I practice singing Fall Out Boy songs while waiting for the bus
Tagged by: @quiiiznak
A - Age: 16 I’m a fucking foetus
B - Biggest fear: I’m paranoid about a lot of shit TBH. But right now I’m worried about my parents dying
C - Current time: 8:07 AM
D - Drink you last had: Apple juice!!
E - Every day starts with: Responding to @tateyukishields ’s texts
F - Favourite song: December, 1963 by The Four Seasons
G - Ghosts are they real: idk man. I’m really scientific so nah
I - In love with: @tateyukishields she’s a sweetie <3
K - Killed someone: no
L - Last time you cried: two nights ago
M - Middle name: Marie
N - Number of siblings: 2
O - One wish: To be 100% confident with myself
P - Person you last called/texted: @tateyukishields
Q - Question you are always asked: “Do you want to play Paladins?”
R - Religion: Don’t have one
S - Song last sang: The Calendar by Panic! At The Disco
T - Time you woke up: 7:20 AM
U - Underwear colour: Peach with dark pink flowers on!
V - Vacation destination: Turkey or the Maldives
W - Worst habit: Pinching and biting my knuckles
X - X-Rays you’ve have: X-rays on my teeth
Y - Your favourite food: CEREAL!!!!
Hot tears were trickling down the nun’s pallid cheeks as he glowered at Mammon. He squirmed and thrashed against his restraints. “L-let me go! If you felt horrible, y-you’d let me GO now! Y-you got what you wanted. Y-you slept with me. That’s what you wanted, right?! Y-you don’t care about me!”
Did someone say go ahead and make stuff for Night Terror Sans AU? (hint, it was @thelostmoongazer) Have a fic about the time Frisk finds out about Sans’ night terrors (does it still count if it’s not night time). It came out longer than I thought it would at just under 2k words.
was still surprised by how comfortable Sans was to lean against. He was a
skeleton, it should feel like lying on top of a bunch of roots while camping.
But he managed to look soft and feel it too, so they could often be found
curled up with him wherever he happened to be at the time.
had been leaning back on the couch when Frisk, who had become an expert at
telling when he was actually asleep, climbed up next to him. Without opening
his eyes, he lifted his arm, making room for them. They smiled as they adjusted
themselves to lean against him. Once they were settled, Sans lowered his arm
again, gently wrapping it around them.
Summary: THE LAST CHAPTER (i know, only four chapters wtheck rory). Simon struggles with the last clue. Baz has an important question for Simon. fluffy af.
I wrote this kind of fast so the writing might be a bit choppy but here it is!! the last chapter!! please let me know what you think~
Sometimes you can see better in the dark.
Simon had searched everywhere. The kitchen cabinets. Under the bed. The fridge (okay maybe he was just looking in the fridge for food, but it wasn’t there). The next clue was nowhere to be found.
Sometimes you can see better in the dark.
He’d looked in all the darkest places in their flat. Nothing. He’d tried calling Baz about ten times already but it just went to voicemail.
“I’m not picking up the phone until you find me, Simon.” Beep.
Simon felt the frustration welling up in him, growing with each passing minute that Baz was away. He just wanted to kiss him. And hold him. And not spend one more minute searching for this stupid fucking clue. He paced through the rooms, not really looking anymore. Just banging into things like he usually did when he was upset. He knocked into the door frame going into the bathroom then bumped into the one going into the bedroom and then turned right back around and hit the door frame going out of the room, accidentally hitting the light switch. It was evening now and the room went dark.
The instant darkness felt like a release. All the tension went out of his body and he suddenly felt exhausted. He could look more for the clue more later, right now he wanted to rest. Simon went to the bed. He pulled the blankets over him, situated his legs, laid down on his back and-
The next clue.
His breath hitched in his throat. It was right there. On the ceiling. Spelled out in tiny glowing plastic stars.
F O L L O W Y O U R N O S E
( T H A T S H O U L D N ‘ T B E H A R D F O R Y O U )
Simon knew exactly where to go. He untangled himself from the blankets and sprinted for his jacket.
The evening autumn air was cold but Simon didn’t notice. He just smiled because Baz was so close, and in that moment nothing else mattered.
It was dark now. Baz didn’t even know if Simon would show up. (He hadn’t thought of that.) What if Simon was too thick to figure the clues out and Baz was left alone with this blasted ring and an unanswered question until the bakery closed and he was all but forced to go home to Simon? No, Baz wouldn’t think about that. He hadn’t orchestrated this whole thing for nothing. Simon would come and…well…he didn’t want to think about what would happen next.
Simon stood outside the door to the bakery. He could see Baz inside. He took a deep breath, then pushed open the door.
The bell at the door of the bakery chimed and Baz looked up. His throat constricted and all of the sudden breathing seemed really hard. It was Simon. Simon, with his curls and moles and clashing clothes. Simon Snow. He locked eyes with Baz, and Baz felt weak at the knees. There was no going back now.
They slowly approached each other.
“You absolute fucking bastard.” Then he was in Baz’s arms. “Do you know how fucking long it took me to find the third clue?”
Baz laughed, stroking Simon’s hair. “Much longer than it should have, you imbecile.”
“I know. I liked the stars.”
“Thanks,” Baz unhooked one arm from around Simon and slipped it into his pocket, “I like you.”
“I know that.”
Baz cleared his throat, “No, Simon, I really like you. I love you.”
“I know that too. What’s your point?” He pulled back to look at Baz’s face, blue eyes searching. Baz struggled to keep his face composed. He felt his lip quiver a little. Crowley, this was difficult.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Baz shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just-” Words wouldn’t come out anymore. He slipped his hand out of his pocket and pulled himself out of Simon’s arms then slowly bent down to one knee. Simon’s eyes grew wide.
“What are you doing?”
“Simon.” His voice broke a little.
“What is it, Baz?” Simon looked like he was about to cry. Baz felt like he was about to cry.
“Simon Snow, will you-” He couldn’t get the words out. He laughed and felt a tear streak down his cheek. “Simon, can you-” His voice broke again. “Would you-” He took a breath.
“Simon bloody Snow, will you marry me?”
Simon was floating. Nothing felt real. He thought that Baz had just asked him to marry him, but that couldn’t possibly be real. Then he looked down and Baz was kneeling on the floor with tears on his face and in his beautiful grey eyes and Simon realized that there were tears on his own face too.
It was real.
Yes. Of course it was yes. How could it be anything else? He wanted to tell Baz, he wanted to shout it to the world, but when he opened his mouth nothing would come out. Yes. Yes. Yes. He kneeled and pulled Baz’s lips to his own. The world could have stopped spinning and he wouldn’t have known. Yes.
After a long moment, Simon broke away. Baz stared at him. Simon stared back. Baz cleared his throat. “Well?”
“Oh. I haven’t actually said anything yet.” Baz laughed. “No you haven’t, you idiot.”
Simon cleared his throat as well. “Yes.”
And then they were kissing again and Baz was sliding the ring onto Simon’s finger.
Simon looked around. “You proposed to me in a bakery.”
“I wanted to propose to you in one of your favorite places. I thought you would like it.”
“I do like it. I love it. I love you.” Baz chuckled. “I know.”
They walked hand-clasped in the cold back to the flat. And neither of them felt it (but neither of them cared).