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Ethika

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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Please don’t give up on the Voltron fandom. 

I know that’s a big thing to say right now and I really have no real influence or voice over anyone, heck no one may read this, but hear me out. This fandom has a ton of people acting like little shits, i’m not gonna sugar coat that. I think it’s a lot of young people that are in the same boat as me, getting heavily involved in a fandom for the first time, and they are stuck in that bubble you put yourself in online and they say what they want and what they feel and don’t think about it any further. But that’s about as far as excuses go because there’s no ignoring that people can be assholes and it only takes a few to ruin things for everyone else. 

We’ve been learning that since kindergarten, though, haven’t we? There’s always gonna be people taking what they want and not caring about how they get it or how it affects people. There’s always people making things toxic without any remorse for the poisons they leave behind. There’s always a voice spouting horrible things over the many smaller voices of everyone else. Maybe i’m naive in thinking that people will keep that in mind, that staying is worth more than the task of trying over and over again to ignore the toxicity, but i’m not giving up. 

Voltron has brought me so many positive things. It’s weird even writing it because it’s a cartoon, that’s only had two seasons, that at its roots is a relatively simple story about growing up and doing what you have to do for the better. But like, I don’t care because it makes me happy. The art, the fucking amazing pieces of literature that I have read this past year have changed me. Honestly, I’ve cried, i’ve laughed, i’ve dreamt about fanworks that i’ve experienced and that may seem insignificant or silly to other people outside of this semi-reality I have created for myself here, but I won’t forget that. I won’t forget the nights i’ve stayed up reading fanfics to forget about my own problems. I won’t forget about the art that’s inspired me to be a better artist. 

I know this latest occurrence involves legal issues and faith or anyone’s words mean little, but hopefully this can be resolved and when it does, people stay. Because the show deserves that, the people behind the show deserve it, and you all deserve it. All you lovely artists, creators, memers, people that just love this show for some inexplicable reasons and question your sanity because of it, you deserve to be happy. I have dwindling faith for just about everything else in my life, as i’m sure most of you do. So, I don’t wanna give up on one of the small things that make the days okay. And yeah, it’s just Voltron, but this is what i’m into at this specific point in my life, and that will change eventually, but being totally cliche and predictable right now, the now is the now so I care about it. 

Try not to let a few people take that from you, cause they are always gonna be there.

Also PSA, in case you weren’t aware. Lance Mcclain is a superstar and should be protected at all costs. So should people’s jobs and well being so if you see any of the images that have been circling around please dont spread them. Thats the most important thing right now.

-MCK, out!

top five writing (fic) tips
  1. Just Do It: a bad idea put down is literally infinitely more useful than some imaginary perfectly executed concept. writing is a process, everyone starts with crap and then builds up from that. if you have to, start with “Once upon a time…” because what’s important is that you start
  2. Begin at the End: every time you write a story you should know vaguely where you want the story to end. you don’t have to know how to get there, just know where you want to go. picture the final shot in the movie of your mind, and make it your goal
  3. Motivation is Key: the most important aspects of your characters are always their motivations. when character motivations clash, you get dramatic conflict, and the resolution of a dramatic conflict is the essence of storytelling. each of your characters must want something
  4. Read Away: you are what you eat, and you write what you read. be sure to branch out periodically, but just never stop reading, be it stories, poetry, essays, articles, or textbooks. all words have writers behind them
  5. Practice Makes Perfect: the most obvious, the most essential, and the hardest of them all. be kind to yourself with this one, and don’t give up

anonymous asked:

How do you deal so well with criticism and trolls? I want to start posting my writing publicly but I'm so scared of assholes and you never seem to lose your cool dealing with them.

Haters gonna hate, they say, but I do think that phrase makes light of just how shitty some people can be. The truth of the matter is there will always be people out there who compensate for their own powerlessness in life by getting online and anonymously tearing us down. They need not invest anything in this, not even their own good name, and there is nothing you can do or say to stop them. The minute you put yourself out there, they will come sniffing, and they will pick and nibble at your most vulnerable squishy bits.

Not constructively. Not in an honest effort to point out a shortcoming and help you overcome it. No. They’re doing it to, by contrast, inflate their self-worth. They think they found the mistake. They think they have superior discernment. They think they alone have the taste, or bravery, or ability to point out every way you have Done Wrong in their eyes. It’s a Zero Sum Game to them. They want to take some perceived quality from you and plaster it onto themselves.

When you realise this, how can you even be upset with them? I feel bad for them. And I almost never engage them. I would advise you to be the same way.

It’s my opinion that anyone who has the courage to put themselves out into the world deserves a baseline of respect. I do not generally talk shit about any artist or writer because I respect their time and effort. I can’t get into the circle-jerky hatred of some books or comics that you’ll often come across (ain’t naming titles) because I know that person put the best of themselves into their work and sacrificed a portion of their finite time on this planet to make their fantasy a reality - for no reason other than to entertain the like-minded.

People who are safely pecking at a keyboard behind a monitor don’t seem to have any appreciation for Creation and the sacrifices it requires. They’re focused on Destruction. History won’t remember them.

What history WILL remember are the creators like you who braved the assholes and immortalised themselves in the public sphere, giving us something to laugh at or think about or appreciate as we struggle through our day.

Laugh privately at the trolls. I do. They can’t tolerate how hard you work and how brave you are. They so desperately want to tear you down. But if you don’t let them get to you, they can’t. And the more they try even as they’re ignored, the more pathetic they look.

Do the thing, Anon! Only you can.

I can’t deny that your lies made me happy. Your lies made me alive, I was just a mere shell and you filled me with your stories and your words and I believed them because I had nothing to lose; but that was even worse, not having anything. Because the second someone gives you something, you wait in fear for the moment they’re gonna take it away.
—  giulswrites

cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.


“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.

*

“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”

*

[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]



I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

tron legacy johnlock au

  • sherlock’s tech genius older brother mycroft goes missing when he’s a child, until one day years later stamford, an exec at mycroft’s company, receives a cryptic message from him and sends sherlock to investigate, leading sherlock onto the grid and landing him in the middle of a deadly game
  • john, a seemingly ordinary (though beautiful) program, smashes his way into the arena to rescue sherlock from the games and takes him to see mycroft. being a program, john has never been outside the grid, but having read all of mycroft’s books, he dreams of what it’s like.
  • mycroft explains that he had long ago created a computer program called moriarty, and along with a security program called lestrade, they were supposed to build a perfect computer system. but one day moriarty turned on mycroft, destroying all the naturally occurring ISOs they had discovered (programs which could have basically cured every ill in the world), killing lestrade, and trapping mycroft on the grid.
  • sherlock sneaks off to meet irene at her club in order to get her to help them get to the portal and escape the grid, but she betrays him to moriarty’s guards. john and mycroft show up to join the fight, and even though they manage to escape, john is shot in the shoulder. mycroft reveals that john isn’t just any ordinary program–he’s the last surviving ISO, and he must be protected.
  • john, however, in order to let sherlock and mycroft escape, allows himself to be captured by one of moriarty’s guards, who sherlock recognizes as lestrade–not dead after all. sherlock comes back to rescue him with mycroft in tow. lestrade sees mycroft and remembers who he really is, and he helps find them a transport so that they can escape the grid. (lestrade/tron gets to live in this version, damn it.)
  • mycroft, sherlock, and john make it to the portal, but moriarty catches up to them before they can enter it. mycroft distracts him, sacrificing himself so that sherlock and john can escape. i beat you, moriarty tells him, you knew i would and still you did all this? for him? why? mycroft smiles as sherlock and john enter the portal. he’s my brother. moriarty tries to follow them into the portal, but it closes as he enters it and he’s destroyed. mycroft and lestrade, now trapped for good, rebuild the grid together. (again, mycroft/flynn gets to live in this version because i say so.)
  • back in the outside world, john and sherlock ride off on sherlock’s motorcycle, john hugging him tight as he sees his first ever sunrise.
  • all of this is set to a daft punk soundtrack.
Painting The Roses Red

“Newt, could you do me a favor and – why is your hair blue?”  Tina stopped in the doorway of the soon-to-be nursery and stared at her husband, whose hair had gone from its usual ginger to a shockingly bright shade of blue.  More pigment dripped down his left cheek and splashed along his shirt, looking for all the world like he was trying to metamorphosize into a giant blueberry. She turned to look at Jacob, who appeared to be as clean as when she’d left them ten minutes ago, and put her hands on her hips.  His back was a little too innocent.

“Jacob,” she said as casually as she could muster.  “How’s the sky coming along?”

“Oh, fine, fine.  I should finish this wall before lunch.” His head bobbed up and down, refusing to turn and look at her.  He reached up with a paintbrush and traced the wing of an albatross wheeling over a half-finished cloud.  In the corner, a wide brush smeared paint in repetitive up and down motions.  Her eyes narrowed.  The paint was the wrong color for the sky.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, striding over to where the portly baker sat perched on a stepladder.  Realizing he was caught, Jacob turned towards her, mouth stretched into a sheepish smile.  She gasped.  Long streaks of ocean blue adorned his face and a small gathering of paint was building up on the tip of his nose, threatening to fall.  “Children,” she whispered.  “You’re both children.”  With an exasperated sigh, Tina stalked from the room.

As she made her way back to the living room and her heavily pregnant sister, she heard Jacob give a surprised giggle and she just hoped some of the paint would make it onto the walls where it belonged.

To be continued

I feel like Naruto and Sasuke would wait to settle down. Sasuke’s unfinished with the world– discovering life, figuring out what it’s like to be okay, and trying to relax after the years of exhaustion that near-constant battle have worn into him– and Naruto’s not ready to be Hokage yet.

Naruto decides to go with Sasuke and visit places he’s never even heard of, and the two go through the trials of uneasy friends to best friends to lovers.

Naruto’s often homesick, and while Sasuke still has his problems with Konoha, he can still remember the Uchiha complex alive and distracts Naruto the best he can.

Both of them learn about cultures foreign to their own and Naruto starts to make plans about the reforms he wants in Konoha. A new system for ninja schooling that doesn’t force kids into being warriors, an improved orphanage for the kids who are going to grow up like Naruto and Sasuke and need more support than the two got, among other things.

After a few years (riddled with visits from nin who happen to be in the area), Naruto and Sasuke head back to Konoha, and though Sasuke may not think of the village as home, Naruto has become his home and he’d follow him to the ends of the earth. Even if it means enduring yet another round of questioning about his loyalties and wonderings on why they shouldn’t just kill him. No matter what they ask him, he tells them the truth. “I’m loyal to my Hokage.” What they take it as is up to them.

Naruto starts integrating back into society– catching up with old friends, learning all there is to know about the current polotics, forcing himself back into the scheme of things. Sasuke tends to sit in their shared apartment, sipping tea alone, and reading as many books about law and custom he can find. Not only will he be an asset to Naruto, but he will make sure nothing like the massacre of his clan will happen ever again.

Naruto, after a while of Sasuke being a recluse, forces him out into the world. He starts small, with Choji and Shikamaru and Ino, all of which were never as close to him and therefore entirely less awkward than it could have been. Even though they were wary at first, they quickly warm up to Sasuke as he reveals himself more and more to them. Mystery isn’t something he forces anymore, and it makes him more open.

They then visit Iruka, Gai, Lee, Tenten, and various others as the weeks go by. People he doesn’t know too well, and ones who are more likely to accept him.

One night Naruto takes Sasuke to the Hokage office, where Kakashi and Sakura regard him with cool exteriors. Sakura’s fidgets give away her nervousness, but Sasuke knew she could punch him half way across the village if he said something wrong. It was a long night of the final walls Sasuke built up breaking down; not even Naruto had been told everything, even if he intuitively knew. Kakashi welcomes him back, and Sakura smiles slightly, and he feels like maybe they can become a team once more.

Naruto is inaugurated a little over three years later, having worked hard and tirelessly to reach his goal. Immediately, he sets out to change his village for the better, with his family by his side.

Sasuke starts to travel by himself sporadically, revisiting the places him and Naruto had stayed and checking up on the people they had met along the way. He never stayed away for too long.

Sasuke and Naruto have a child. Everyone in the village ends up spoiling the kid, and they become the most loved member of the community quickly. Sasuke was relieved they didn’t inherit his eyes, but was in turn endeared that they had gotten Naruto’s birthmarks.

Their kid ends up playing with the kids at the newly-renovated orphanage, and quickly Sasuke’s duty as a stay-at-home-dad increase as they bring home more and more friends that they love. Naruto, still in the midst of becoming a leader, is more slow to meet their friends, but once he does the orphaned kids end up with another father-figure they can count on no matter what.

Sasuke and Naruto still have moments where the pain of what they’ve been through comes back, and when they get into a fight it often turns brutal quickly as they know just the right buttons to press. But they love each other, their child, and their semi-adopted twenty-something orphans that they fight tooth and nail to protect.

                                           step forth, o’ chosen undead.

                                                           holy see I scripture I pray

Newsies (musical) Lyric Meme
  • "Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me."
  • "Everyone wants to come to New York."
  • "You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."
  • "They say folks is dyin' to get here. Me? I'm dying to get away."
  • "Close your eyes. Come with me."
  • "I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good."
  • "You can bet we won't let them bastards beat us."
  • "Don't you know that we're a family? Would I let you down?"
  • "It's a crooked game we're playing. One we'll never lose."
  • "Ain't it a fine life?"
  • "What a fine line carrying the banner!"
  • "It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady's head."
  • "If I hate the headline, I'll make up a headline!"
  • "Shave me too close and you may slit my throat."
  • "It's the simplest solutions that bolster the bottom line."
  • "Give me a week and I'll train them to be like an army that's marching to war."
  • "That's the bottom line!"
  • "I'm doing alright for myself."
  • "The thing I want most, I can't get."
  • "Honey, that's rich."
  • "This life's too short to waste it on you."
  • "Love at first sights for suckers. At least it used to be."
  • "I never planned on someone like you."
  • "Turns out that love ain't blind, it's dumb."
  • "You are the most impossible boy ever."
  • "They think we're nothing! Are we nothing?!"
  • "They think they got us! Do they got us?!"
  • "And the world will know!"
  • "The world don't know but they're gonna pay."
  • "The world will know that we've been here!"
  • "Either they give us our rights or we give them a war."
  • "Everyday we wait is a day we lose!"
  • "All I know is I don't know what to write."
  • "As I may have mentioned, I have no clue what I'm doing."
  • "Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for."
  • "Lie down with dogs and you wake up with a raise and a promotion."
  • "Just look around at the world we're inheriting and think of the one we'll create."
  • "Now is the time to seize the day."
  • "Stare down the odds and seize the day."
  • "Courage cannot erase our fear."
  • "Courage is when we face our fear."
  • "Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday becomes somehow."
  • "Wrongs will be righted, if we're united."
  • "Proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant."
  • "Nothing can break us. No one can make us quit before we're done."
  • "One for all and all for one."
  • "Let me go far away. Somewhere they won't ever find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today."
  • "No more running. No more lying."
  • "Where does it say you gotta live and die here?"
  • "Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?"
  • "Why should you only take what you're given?"
  • "Why should you spend your whole life being trapped where there ain't no future?"
  • "If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?"
  • "I can't spend my whole life dreaming."
  • "I ain't getting any younger, and I wanna start brand new."
  • "Just be real is all I'm asking."
  • "I'm dead if I can't count on you."
  • "You don't need money when you're famous."
  • "Look at me, I'm the King of New York!"
  • "I gotta be either dead or dreaming!"
  • "Guess I wasn't much help yesterday."
  • "There's no way I am putting them kids back in danger."
  • "You know why a snake starts to rattle? Cuz he's scared."
  • "You can't undo the past."
  • "Your abject surrender was always the bottom line."
  • "Be glad you're alive. I'd say that's the bottom line."
  • "Til the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was."
  • "Love will do what it does."
  • "One night may be forever, but that's all right."
  • "If you're gone tomorrow, what was ours still will be."
  • "I have something to believe in now that I know you believed in me."
  • "Do you know what I believe in?"
  • "There's change coming once and for all."
  • "Write it in ink or in blood, it's the same either way. They're gonna damn well pay!"
  • "Once and for all if they don't find their manners, we'll bleed 'em!"
  • "Once and for all there'll be blood on the wall if they doubt us."
  • "This town will shut down without us."
  • "Wherever you go, I'm right there by your side."

just-french-me-up  asked:

Jehanparnasse Hogwarts dating headcanons? :3

- They’ve both known where the Room of Requirement is for a long time for their own reasons, but neither of them bothered to share that information with the other until Parnasse tried to be all cool and suggest they go somewhere special to be alone. He thought he was gonna be all smart and show Jehan a part of the castle they had never seen before. And then they got there, and Jehan knew exactly how to open the Room, and Parnasse was a little bitter about it.

- That said, they make very good use to the Room. Specifically a version of the Room that contains a very plush bed, all velvet and satin red and cream, magic candles that hang in the air and lights on the ceiling that move to form constellations as the seasons pass. It’s cozy and dark and always feels like comfort.

- They actually kept their relationship secret for a while. The only reason anyone found them was that Enjolras and Courfeyrac were trying to open the Room to set up for that night’s meeting and one of them made the mistake of confusing the Room by wondering where Jehan was. Instead of opening to their meeting room, it showed their love nest, complete with a snoozing Jehan under the covers and a startled, defensive Parnasse.

- Parnasse gets really, really good at bluffing his way past the Eagle on the Ravenclaw door. And the Eagle knows he’s not supposed to be in there, but his answers sound so well-thought-out and unexpected that it can’t help but let him in. This proves especially useful when Jehan has been out late and is either exhausted or tipsy and refuses the go bed anywhere but their dorm.

- They really met because Jehan was tutoring Parnasse, and they kept doing so because Parnasse really needed the help in a couple things. He used to hate Divination, but he keeps taking it and kind of enjoying it because he can pair up with Jehan for class. Professor Trelawney never questions it, though the rest of the class has.

- The first night Parnasse spent the whole night in the Ravenclaw dorm, wow, the next morning was fun. As in getting out of the dorm was fun. Thank god Combeferre is a Prefect otherwise they never would have managed it. Most of the school still didn’t know, and they weren’t sure if they ever wanted people to know. Parnasse left a while ahead of Jehan so they didn’t look like they were coming from the same place, and by the time they got to the Great Hall, half of Slytherin was bugging Parnasse for the details of his night. They all thought he was with some girl, and Jehan just… can’t. Deal with that. They can hear the Slytherin table getting louder and more specific in their questions, and Jehan. Stands up from their little multi-House spot on the end of the Hufflepuff table and storms over to invite Parnasse over to join them. He gets up to follow them to the surprise of everyone else in his House, and they pull him into a kiss between the two tables.

- They would rather have everyone know and deal with the fallout than keep telling lies and backing themselves into corners.

- Of course, anyone who might possibly do anything to Jehan over their relationship would also have to deal with Montparnasse, and that’s not the kind of thing most people are willing to do just to tease a little flowery Ravenclaw.

- Parnasse knows all the secret tunnels out of Hogwarts and sneaks off to bring Jehan sweets or fresh butterbeer or whatever they happen to want in the moment.

- Jehan figured out a spell for animated notes specifically to send little paper doves or hummingbirds or cats or whatever they figure out how to make to Parnasse with little scraps of poetry or love notes or whatever happens to be on their mind. Three teachers have banned the notes from their classrooms, one only the ones that can fly because they don’t always go to Parnasse first. Flitwick thinks they’re wonderful.

- Parnasse is a Chaser on the Slytherin team, and Jehan definitely threatened to break Bahorel’s nose after he knocked Parnasse off his broom with a bludger. Parnasse broke his arm, Jehan was distraught, neither of them left the infirmary for a week.

- Their House colors are too similar a color scheme, they get ties mixed up sometimes. And they trade scarves because they smell like each other, and it’s nice.

- Parnasse fully supports Jehan wearing skirts under their robes from time to time, when they weather’s right or they just want to. Partly because it makes them happy; partly because those skirts are usually accompanied by thigh-high socks, and Parnasse is a weak man.

justleavemebreathless  asked:

50. "I don't think I could ever break that promise."

Robert had told Aaron that he’d never let him wake up alone. It was a throwaway line, said at some point during their first night back together after Aaron had been released. Lying chest-to-chest, basking in their afterglow, Robert had breathed the words into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron had swallowed them whole, but not thought much about them after that.

It’s not until Robert is away on business in Holland that it becomes clear to Aaron just how keen his husband is to stay true to his word. He phones Aaron every morning at half seven on the dot, pulling him gently from sleep with a smile in his voice and a ‘good morning. I love you.’

His ferry gets cancelled on the day he’s supposed to arrive home, so Aaron knows he’ll be spending another night in an empty bed. He sleeps like he has every day this week, with one arm stretched over Robert’s side of the bed. He’s disappointed that he won’t wake up next to his husband for an extra day, but sleeps soundly all the same.

He’s awoken the next morning by the bed sinking down beside him. He opens a pair of bleary eyes to find Robert curled up next to him on top of the covers, still wearing his shirt and smart trousers. When Robert sees that Aaron is awake, he smiles, leaning forward and letting their lips brush gently.

‘I don’t think I could ever break that promise.’

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anonymous asked:

Are you still doing those drabbles? I'm loving them. You're so awesome at writing bechloe. Could I put two together? 19 and 38

Sorry this took so long!

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“We were never meant to fight on our own,” Chloe said, pulling Beca to her feet.

“I told you to leave,” Beca said, wincing as she put her weight on her broken leg.

“I know you did,” Chloe said, pulling Beca’s arm over her shoulder. “But you also must have known I wouldn’t ever leave you. I’m here for you, you know that.”

“I’m gonna get you killed,” Beca said, gritting her teeth. “I can’t really run away can I?”

“Well you won’t need to if I can get us to the roof. Aubrey radioed saying that a rescue copter is on the way,” Chloe said.

“You should have left me,” Beca said trying not to cry out in pain.

The endless hoard of zombies that had surrounded the abandoned building they were in knew there was something inside, but Beca didn’t want to give them more incentive to start breaking through doors.

“We’re going to get out of this,” Chloe said, her voice straining from the effort it took to half-carry Beca up the stairs. “We just have to keep going.”

Beca felt another wave of guilt at the sound of Chloe struggling. If it wasn’t for her, Chloe would probably be on the roof by now and would be one step closer to being rescued.

The next step they stood on snapped at the weight of both of them, and caused them to fall.

Beca felt blinding pain shoot through her leg and thought for an alarming second that she was about to pass out.

“You have to go without me,” Beca said, her face pale. “I can’t… I can’t walk on this. I can’t keep going.”

“Yes you can,” Chloe said, breathing heavily as she pulled Beca up. “You have to. You can’t leave me on my own, so you have to keep going.”

“Chloe-”

“No arguments,” Chloe said.

Beca had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming as they carried on climbing the stairs.

They reached the top floor, and there was a hatch and a ladder which would get them onto the roof.

Beca wanted to tell Chloe that she couldn’t climb it. That the pain would be too much. But the redhead was looking at her with a fierce look of determination.

“I am not leaving you,” Chloe said. “You are my girlfriend, and I am not leaving you to die here. So you are going to pull yourself up that ladder, and then I’m going to follow you.”

It was a long and agonising climb, but Beca finally managed to pull herself onto the cold concrete of the roof. She could already here the helicopter in the distance. She’d never heard anything sound so wonderful.

She lay on her back looking up at the stars and soon Chloe was beside her.

She could hear the redhead panting as she slammed the roof hatch shut. She could hear her fumble in her backpack and then the sky was bathed in the red light of a flare. When she closed her eyes, she could still see it.

“Becs, look at me,” Chloe said, suddenly appearing over her. “Just… just stay with me, okay?” Chloe helped her sit up. “Aubrey will be here soon.”

“You saved me,” Beca said, resting her head against Chloe’s chest.

“Of course I did,” Chloe said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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His apartment is too big.

But it’s beautiful and modern and has a Bitty approved kitchen.

Jack sent photos and Bitty sent back a dozen of those happy faces with the hearts for eyes. Jack assumed that was a good reaction.

His parents stick around for a few more days.

It’s nice to have them there, taking up space and making noise in the kitchen before Jack wakes up in the morning.

They keep him busy.

They take him out to lunch and they hit up museums and the zoo. Jack takes his camera and they walk slowly along the river for hours. Bob asks an older woman to take a picture of the three of them and Jack watches carefully, as she fumbles with the buttons on his Nikon. He can practically see it slipping out of her hands and shattering on the sidewalk below. It must show on his face because Alicia wraps her arm tighter around his middle and says smile, sweetheart.

Bitty had called him that once. Casual and accidental in the kitchen of the Haus. Here you go, sweetheart, as he put a piece of pie in front of him then tensed and waited for a chirp that never came.

He hears the click and the woman says what a great looking family they are as she hands the camera back.

Alicia says she wants it framed.

If I’ve been writing people of colour badly (especially their dialogue) in my fics and I’ve upset or offended anyone I just wanna say that I’m sorry and I’m gonna be trying to write these people more accurately

anonymous asked:

Um I don't know if requests are open or not but I'd like to request something. I've never really done this before soo I'm just gonna do it. Since I've seen a lot of head canons about Zen spoiling MC with flowers, I'd like to know how he would react to an MC who is allergic to plant pollen so like flowers. Would he get her fake flowers or??

I also headcanon that Zen spoils MC with flowers lol he is just that type~ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I just really love Zen okay he is a babe

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  • the first time he got them flowers, they were like nO ZEN NO NO NO BAD
  • and he was so confused
  • and worried
  • he just wanted to get them something nice because he loves them??
  • but then when they explained that it was because of their allergies, he understood
  • but if they thought they were safe from gifts then they were WRONG
  • this boy legit goes to get fake flowers
  • not just any fake flowers: fake flowers that smell good
  • bcs that’s the whole point of flowers duh they smell good and look good
  • MC can expect a bouquet once a week
  • and a single flower at random moments
  • or Zen gets them different gifts to mix it up a little
  • lots and lots of sweets
  • tries passing his kisses off as gifts
  • it kinda works
  • is there for them when their allergies act up, patting their head and giving them medicine
  • tells them how much he loves them as they’re sneezing everywhere
  • vows to protect them from the evil pollen
  • Zen you can’t fight a tree, you really can’t