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The One With The ‘No P.D.A’ Rule

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: The morning after Alec dumps you, Jace’s only intention is to offer you a shoulder to cry on but things go a little further than expected when he realizes he’s still into you.

A/N: hi, this is my favourite piece of writing in a long time so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!
(also, who has watched smallville because i just started and i’m hooked!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

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“Hey,” Jace sighs, sitting on the edge of your bed, “You have to get up.”

“I can’t,” you groan from underneath your sheets, “Go away.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I know what happened.”

You pop your head out and stare at him with furrowed brows, “I can’t believe Alec told you.”

“I’m his parabatai.”

“Cool,” you grumble, pulling the sheets back over your head. Jace yanks them away, leaning down and hovering over you, “You smell horrible. At least take a shower.”

You shove him backwards by his chest as you sit up, “You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You can’t just mope around in bed forever,” he scoffs.

“I wasn’t moping – and fuck you – he broke up with me last night, cut me some slack.”

“I’m doing this for your own good,” he says, leading you toward the bathroom by your shoulders.

You hunch over the sink, looking at your reflection in distaste – smudged mascara and raccoon eyes did not look good on you.

“It’ll get better,” he says, leaning in the doorway.

“Right,” you say sarcastically, “It won’t be awkward at all seeing him every day and going on missions together.”

Jace shrugs, “It wasn’t awkward for us.”

“We dated when we were 16,” you scoff, “That doesn’t count.”

“Hey, I was in love with you. It broke my heart when you started dating Alec.”

You frown, “Sorry. I didn’t know.”

“The point is,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “It gets better.” You rest your hands on his, staring at the reflection of the two of you.

“You weren’t really in love with me, were you?” you ask after a long silence. Jace simply walks past you and turns the shower on and then signals for you to hop in.

“Jace?” you raise a brow.

“Later,” he smiles, “First let’s get you smelling… less like whisky and puke.”

“Answer the question!” you laugh. Jace pushes you backwards into the shower and pulls the door shut.

“JACE!” you yell as your clothes become drenched in the cold water, “JACE ITS COLD!”

“It’ll get better!” he smirks.

“HA HA,” you say sarcastically, wiping the water off your face, “LET ME OUT!”

Jace chuckles, letting his head hang back but when he straightens up to look at you, you’re looking at the floor, your shoulders shaking.

“Shit,” he mumbles, “Hey, I’m sorry – it was just a joke,” he says, pulling the door open and tilting your chin up with his finger.

You poke your tongue out at him and grab a fistful of his shirt, yanking him under the water with you, “SUCKER!”

“I hate you,” Jace grumbles, sliding a hand down his face and chuckling.

“No, you love me,” you smirk, “You admitted it!”

“That’s not what I said,” he mumbles, glaring at you.

“It so is, you were totally in love with m-“ you begin to say, quickly hushed as Jace presses you against the wall and kisses you, his hands tangled in your wet hair.

“Jace,” you mumble against his lips, pushing against his chest. He pulls away with wide eyes and stumbles backwards into the glass door.

“I –I-“ he stammers. You push the door open behind him, pushing him backwards back into your room and then pulling the door shut.

“Y/N?!” he says, knocking against the door.

“I – I have to shower!” you yell, turning the pressure up so the sound of the water is too loud for him to call out over.
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“Alec,” Jace chuckles nervously, scurrying past Alec in a hurry, “I’d love to talk but I have a – uh, thing.”

Alec walks in front of Jace, blocking his path, “What’s up with you? You’ve been avoiding me all week since I told you I dumped y/n. Are you mad at me?”

“Wha- noooo,” Jace shakes his head and blows a raspberry, “I could never be mad at you man. You know why? Because we’re parabatai. We forgive each other no matter what,” he says with wide eyes.

Alec furrows his brows together, “Okay? Well, that’s a relief then,” he lowers his voice, “How is she?”

“I don’t know, she hasn’t talked to me all week since it happened-“ he swallows hard, “And by ‘it’ I mean you dumping her.”

Alec narrows his eyes, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Stop grilling me okay,” Jace frowns, pushing past him, “What’s with the third degree? I didn’t do anything wrong – you dumped her!” he huffs, sitting down on the couch.

“I know?” Alec furrows his brows together, standing over Jace, “What’s going on with you?”

Jace pinches the bridge of his nose, “I kissed her,” he sighs.

Alec’s jaw clenches, “You what?”

Jace looks up at Alec with an apologetic expression but by then Alec already has him up by his collar and pinned against the wall.

“You kissed her a few hours after we broke up?!” he yells.

Jace slumps and stops trying to get free, “You dated her a few months after she and I broke up!”

“You were sixteen!” Alec scoffs in disbelief.

“SO?! I LOVED HER?” he yells back, “I – I love her,” he sighs. Alec lets go of him and runs his fingers through his hair, “Did she kiss you back?”

“No, she slammed the door in my face,” Jace sinks to the floor, resting his arms on his knees,

Alec smirks slightly, “Good. You’re an asshole,” he huffs, “I can’t believe you kissed her.”

“Well, you’re the one who dumped her!”

Alec sighs after a long pause, “So you love her, huh?”

“I guess,” Jace mumbles, “I mean, the minute you two started dating I just stopped thinking about it but seeing her all sad and shit it just – it did something to me, I don’t know. Everything just fell into place and then next thing I know I’m kissing her,” he buries his face in his hands, “She must hate me. She gets dumped and is looking for some comfort from her best friend-“

“Izzy is her best friend,” Alec interjects.

“And then I just kiss her!” he groans and then hangs it head back, knocking it against the wall and then grimacing.

“Well, as much as it pains me to say this – if she had kissed you back the two of you would have had my blessing,” he shrugs, “But it sounds to me like you kind of blew it,” Alec holds a hand out and pulls Jace up when he takes it, “At least try fix it.”

“So you don’t hate me?” Jace asks nervously.

“No but I’m not particularly fond of your either,” he sighs, “If things do work out just stay out of my sight for a week. Both of you. No kissing or any of that shit, okay?”

With that he gives Jace a sympathetic pat on the back and walks away and just as he does, you round the corner.

“Alec,” you give him a faltering smile. He looks over his shoulder at Jace and then back at you and then let’s out a long sigh, “I’m sorry about this,” he says, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. He grabs Jace by the arm and drags you both down the hall, putting you down once he’s got the two of you in the storage closet.

“Have fun talking things out,” he smiles, pulling the door shut and locking it.

“ALEC!” you yell, slamming your fists against the door, “ALEC THIS ISN’T FUNNY! LET ME OUT!”

“Y/N…” Jace mumbles, raising his voice when you continue to slam your shoulder into the door, “Y/N!”

He pulls you back by your shoulders and turns you to face him, “He’ll be back soon.”

“Not soon enough,” you sigh, leaning against the door with your eyes shut.

“Is it really that bad to be in a room with me?” he frowns.

“What do you think?”

“I think we should talk about what happened in your bathroom the other day,” he says, stepping closer to you.

“Oooooor…”

“Or nothing. Y/N, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable or – I don’t know, if you thought I was taking advantage of you. That wasn’t my intention. I just – I hated seeing you so hurt and I  - I just wanted to make you feel better.”

“By kissing me?” you raise a brow.

“Yeah- I mean, no – I don’t know,” he sighs, “Would it be crazy if I still had feelings for you?”

You inhale sharply, “Well, do you?”

“Kind of,” he sighs, “Yes.”

“So you didn’t just kiss me to get in my pants?” you cross your arms over your chest, “Because that would make me mad – you risking our friendship just to try get in my pants!”

“No! God, no, y/n I want to be with you,” he takes your hand in his, “I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand and make you laugh, I mean, if you’ll give me a chance.”

You think about it for a moment, staring at your hand in his, “Jace-“

“I promise I won’t kiss you under freezing cold water ever again if you say yes.”

You smirk, “I don’t know, that was a pretty amazing kiss.”

“Right?” he grins, “So does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes, “Only because you with puppy eyes makes me feel very unsettled,” you laugh, “Now can you get this door open.”

Jace nods and then kicks it down.

You slip your hand into his as you walk out and he stiffens, “Actually…” he sighs, pulling his hand away, “We can’t do that.”

“Hold hands?”

“No, uh – PDA.”

“Why?” you narrow your eyes.

“Because Alec will kick my ass – he was already mad enough when I told him I kissed you.”

“YOU TOLD HIM?!”

Jace nods guiltily.

“Did he hit you?”

“No,” he sighs in relief.

“That’s too bad,” you laugh.

“HEY!” he frowns, nudging you playfully.

cuttlef1sh  asked:

Heh, thanks for getting back so quickly. Personally, I'm a fan of Style, Crenny (I cannot find any decent fic for this wth, perhaps I'm not looking hard enough?), Staig, Bendy, and K2. Big fan of angst. And yeah, love the blog - I've been lowkey stalking it since last night, not to be weird.

Oooh some lovely choices my friend. (Thank you for the compliment again, not weird!) The original ask for this was asking for fic recommendations, and I replied that one away so I could grab what pairings they were into. Also the lack of Crenny content is a complete tragedy and I’m hoping to directly change that by writing more of it someday, haha. This got lengthy, sorry!

Fanfiction Recommendations (A Short Few)

Splendid by SaucyMongoose. (Crenny)

This writer has a very unique grip on language that I adore. The whole fic gave me a feeling that I want to call whimsical, like I was floating through a breeze of words. It’s incomplete as of now, but well worth the read so far. The writer hasn’t put out too much as of now but I imagine the quality of their work must resonate throughout their repertoire. It’s such a pretty use of language, almost like poetry. 

Painted in Shrouds by Courtanie (K2)

I’ve been in love with Courtanie’s writing from day one, and this is the first fic I read of hers. It really sucked me in, and I felt like I was reading a particularly good book rather than fanfiction. It had an excellent, driven plot, with a really compelling story. I’m also a sucker for Kysterion, admittedly. My other recommendations from the same writer would be Ok, Cupid It Isn’t Funny Anymore (a really lovely K2 one-shot) and if you’re interested in a whole lotta whump and Kyle-suffering, Seven Candles. Not for the faint of heart, but it has angst covered and then some. If I’m being honest, even though I haven’t been able to sit down and read every one of her works, I’ve yet to find one I didn’t love. Seriously consider her if you haven’t already.

Put Our Pistols Down by scarlettshazam (Style)

There are a ton of Style fics out there that are worth recommending, but I don’t see this one very often and it deserves some stage time. Scarlettshazam as a whole has a great handle on all things ranging from bizarre to downright horrible (in a good way), but they’ve got a ton of great angst content besides this fic. They’re not afraid to write the gritty details of reality as it hits their characters, and it packs a punch. This one is one of my favorites because it paints a very unique picture- the setting isn’t cookie-cutter South Park, even if some themes remain. There’s something about the way their words flow that always hooks me in and does a great job of keeping me captivated and invested in the plot. Also worth a read is The Game Of Life (angsty K2) and a lot of their one-shots are awesome. Specifically, Too Old To Dream (Style) made me cry buckets, no exaggeration.

Mysterion Trilogy by indirectkissesiniceland (K2, Creek)

This is one of my favorite series for sure. While this one is definitely on the lighthearted side, I found myself so delightfully wrapped up in the storyline and the way the characters were written. I highly recommend the whole thing, but if you are interested in avoiding Creek, just the first installment is K2 oriented with Creek in the background, and it’s not necessary to read the second one to find resolution from the first. Yeah, Dude, Civil War is another ongoing project that they’re co-writing with polarspicecap (whom I also recommend as an individual writer for some unique takes and great humor) which is probably the lightest read in this list. It’s just a fun time, and a pleasant read. Gold Digger (K2) made my heart feel again, it was so sweet. Overall, this writer does a lot of fun stuff if you’re looking for great stories to cleanse your intense angst palate.

If I could recommend every great fic I’ve ever read I’d be here all day long, but I’m going to cut things short here. I don’t have much for Staig, as I ship it but not too enthusiastically so I haven’t sought it out, and same goes for Bendy. I wanted to publish this publicly for more people to get to see and maybe consider. Hope you don’t mind, and hopefully I suggested something you haven’t read yet. Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

A season 7 renewal they clearly don't deserve. And as a thank you they strive for a new record of retcons. I don't watch this garbage for a long time now but I'm looking forward to the ratings. There is nothing good left of this show and they still want to burn it more down.

True. They’ve been doing things horribly wrong, for far too long. From writing atrociously shallow storylines for characters they simply didn’t know how to use (and who we still appreciated, mostly due to some of the actors’ deliveries) to unspeakably bad ‘PR’ (or well, the crap they tried to pass as PR anyway) which… well, the way they promoted the musical screamed of desperation. And now I am not sure why anyone wonders why the renewal, and reboot/reset brings VERY little confidence?

So what do we have now? As the hearsay goes, it’s Regina without Henry, Emma, Zelena and Charmings, Hook without Emma and Rumple without Belle, it sounds rather like… they wanted to keep only the most popular characters–and save a shetload of money by letting literally everyone else go? And then the ‘reset’ can be just some other realm (or however they’re going to explain separation from everyone else, because… they can’t put all of them in a coma) and all filmed in front of the green screen, to make it even more cheap-o? *scoffs* And what with their relentless Hook boner, this rather sounds like that other show we here often mention, Buffy the Vampire Slayer–being ruined when the main character was dragged down into filth for her LI. And after which, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold a show on his own shoulders, they offered a spinoff to then 23yo guest star with a pitch “Faith, roaming around on motorcycle, slaying demons with Spike as her sidekick”, but–knowing how that would probably turn out (being sidelined for him, possibly also being reduced to a love interest, and… sheesh, as much as I was into dudes back then–shirtless ageing manflesh that we got in Buffy’s S6/7 was just… *shivers unpleasantly*) she flat out refused it? So… what do you think, what direction will Hook’s story take–after Emma being gone?

Yeah, I don’t want to go there either. I don’t know about the rest of you, but since unlike many, we didn’t end up “here just for Lana” and the the ‘ensemble’ show we signed up for (the one with three female leads, all strong, imposing characters–anyone still remembers them?) is about to be ‘reset’ into an all-dude-show+Regina… well.

anonymous asked:

are there any decent sonadow fics you can recommend? i feel like you would be one of the better qualified ones to answer this question.

im a very picky reader so i only read like 2 yet but i really want to read good sonadow too hhhh

here’s the fics i know:

  1. He is my master: that one has its really weird and uncomfortable moments thx to the prompt. I enjoyed the beginning because it is very well written, but lost interest after a while because it drifted off my character and became very uncomfortable for me to read (considering ive always been seeing myself in there so? yeah. its weird.) there is an option to skip nsfw scenes, but that doesnt make it not happened and thus i wouldn’t really rec it if u want something enjoyable? i mean telling u what to avoid is advice too? cause i see a lot of ppl say its one of the best sonadow fics??? i really dont know why they think so? because it was very long ongoing like over years? or maybe because those people are straight girls lusting over their yaoi pairing.

    ( tldr: dont read this if u know whats good for u)

  2. list of multiple fics,  i really cant say much i never got to read them casue im a horrible reader

  3. Advent of Equinox: one of my fave fics ever read! it’s unfinished though so disappointment time™. its VERY in character and well written though so its def worth the read. (my inattentive ass got hooked and didnt fall asleep or swich to another task midsentence so)

    (also one of the authors was who inspired me to just go and write my own fics so yeah check out this fic of them for a good read on shadow. you should quickly notice my own fic was inspired by that one.)

  4. Requiem of a Poisoned Knight: (i did not read this yet) a satbk thing ive wanted to read for ages casue it sounds just like the fic ive always wanted to write myself

  5. TACHYONIC EXISTENCE: i really dont know how to describe this and they arent neccessarily in character and they are super short but if ur into literature i think its worth the read because i find these interesting in an artistic point of veiw? at least the few i have actually read lmao

  6. Foolish.: (super short) This ones angsty and pmuch about death lmao but its also kinda wholesome? idk how to explain it haha (i wrote that)
  7. Forbidden act: (even shorter) this is. super old. but its kida? cute? i wouldnt write like this anymore but if you ignore that this was written by me its fine

i cant think of more right now and i dont have the ones i saved since i reset my laptop some time ago without saving all the recs lmao also excuse my selfadvertizing ass

EDIT:

found more stuff that ppl reccomended to me but i never got to read them

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11901024/1/Bitter-Cold

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5034455/1/Ageless

Florence Welch reads Lovesong by Ted Hughes - Rhyme and Reason - BBC Radio 6 - 1 February 2011.

Lovesong
by Ted Hughes (1930-1998)

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment’s brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin’s attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon’s gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other’s face

A Not So Stupid Project

* Alexander Hamilton × Reader
* 55: Have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?
* Modern

A/N: I made Jefferson look kinda bad, so I need to apologize…and yay! for corny endings written at 11:30 at night. Oh and if you don’t know, pleading the 5th basically means using your rights and saying nothing.


The whole class openly groaned. Hamilton and Jefferson were arguing again. If you didn’t need this Government class for your degree you would’ve dropped it. In fact you tried. Your advisor thought it would be best of you got this class out of the way early. However, that meant you had to put up with these two yahoos arguing all the time.

At first everyone thought it was funny. The two of them had no filters and were so passionate that the debates grew heated quickly. Mr. Washington couldn’t even get them to stop. The whole class was laughing and waiting for the next insult. The class was over and Washington had to push back the due date of your next assignment as you hadn’t even had a chance to discuss it.

But lately, it was annoying. It wasted class time and was happening almost every day. Washington stopped pushing back due dates and decided we’d have to figure out the projects or come meet with him. You were seeing him every time you had a project. He understood you wanted to do well and was always apologizing for the two.

“No Thomas! That’s just it, you think that-”

“No Hamiton, I don’t think I know for a fact I’m right.”

You finally snapped. “Will you two shut up!” You shouted. And the room fell silent. The two men currently debating were staring at you slack jawed. You rarely spoke up, only to answer questions.

Thomas Jefferson was looking at you with a touch of a smirk. He seemed amused at your outburst.

Alexander Hamilton was just in shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open in surprise.

You just huffed and turned to the front of the room. “Well if you two are done we can continue class for once.” Washington said.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Hamilton said.

“I guess that’s the end of the debate.” Jefferson said. “After all, I was winning.”

Before Hamilton could retort you spoke. “Don’t.” You said glaring at the two of them. And they didn’t. They were quiet the rest of class and you actually were able to discuss a project.

“For this project I will assign a partner.” Washington was saying. Great. You hated partner work, you always ended up doing most of it. Washington was rattling off partners at random. “Y/N and Alexander.”

You groaned. This was not going to be fun. You looked at him and he was smirking at you, amused by your reaction.

Shortly after that, the class was dismissed. You grabbed your bag and headed to leave.
“Y/N!” Someone called. It was Hamilton. He caught up to you. “Do have another class to get to?” He asked.

“No, this is my only class today.” You told him.

“Great. Let’s go to the library to work!” He said happily.

“Why are you so pumped to get to work?” You asked but started walking anyway. Apparently the rest of the day would be spent in the library.

“Don’t know, I just figure if we can work on it we should.”

“Whatever.” You shrugged. “What’s your deal with Jefferson anyway?” You asked him.

“He’s just so dense. He doesn’t waver in his position even though he’s wrong.”

“You realize an opinion can’t be wrong right? You guys fight over a difference in opinion, and you’re more like him than you think.”

“How?!” He asked disbelievingly.

“Everything you just said about him applies to you too.” You explained.

“Ah but my position is the right one.” He said and held the library door open for you.

“In your opinion.” You told him. “Alright, project time.”

3 hours and one snack break later, the two of you have made great headway. However, this is a large project and requires a lot of time.

“OK I’m calling it a night.” You said slamming your book and yawning.

“Sounds good. Any classes tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, a couple in the morning. I should be done by 11:30.”

“Sounds good.” He says. “I should be done with mine by then.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” You grabbed your stuff and left.

“Good night Y/N.” You hear him say behind you.

You don’t turn, you just wave a hand in acknowledgement.

“Ugh it’s horrible Angelica!” You told your roomate.

“Really? I thought working with some as good looking as Alexander would be great?”

“Sure he’s cute but he’s thick skulled. When he has a position on something, it doesn’t waver.” You shrugged. “At least he does his share of the work. Still, he’s annoying. All his writing and talking, I can hardly understand half of what he writes.”

Angelica just laughed at you. “Oh man, if I were you I would be looking at him more than his writing.”

You threw a pillow at her with a smile. “Yeah but I need to pass the class.”

“Then hook me up with him!” She told you throwing the pillow back at you.

“Psh, I wouldn’t torture you like that.”

The next day, after two horrible morning classes, you grab a coffee and go to the library. And Alexander is already there.

He’s in a gray hoodie and bent over a novel. His hair is pulled into his usual ponytail and he focused on his book. Angelica is right. As long as he’s quiet, he’s pretty good looking. You smirk getting an idea.

You slide you bag of you shoulders and carry it to the table. He focused and doesn’t hear you come up. You stay behind him to the side and reach forward to drop your bag on the table. He practically jumps out of his chair at the unexpected noise and you laugh. Well, until the librarian shushes you.

“Well good morning to you to Y/N.” He said.

“Well it is morning, that’s true.”

“What’s not good about it?” He asked.

“I’m stuck working with you.” You shot back.

He put a hand over his heart in mock offense. “That hurts Y/N.” He said.

“Eh you’ll get over it.” You told him with a shrug. “Where were we?”

“Tomorrow again?” Alexander asked while packing up.

“Can’t. Three classes and a test to study for. Next day?”

“No good. Got two classes and a paper to finish up.” He said. “But I’m good the day after that.”

“Alright. That gives me a two day break from you.” You told him. However, you were realizing he wasn’t terrible. You may not become friends but he wasn’t as bad as you originally thought.

“Psh, you’re life will be miserable with out me.” He joked.

“Dream on Alexander.” You said with a smile.

“Hold on!” He exclaimed. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Oh shut up!” You said and shoved his shoulder. “I guess you’re not as bad as I originally thought.” You admitted.

“Ha I knew it!”

“Oh yeah? Knew what?” You challenged.

“That you don’t mind spending time with me.” He told you with a smug smile.

“Pleading the fifth on this one.” You told him and he just laughed.

“So?” Angelica asked you at lunch that day.

“So what?” You shot back.

“How’s Alexander?” She asked.

You sighed. “Not as bad as I originally thought.”

“I could’ve told you that.” She said with a laugh.

Then there was shouting and a crash from across the cafeteria. You and Angelica looked to the scene. Jefferson and Hamilton. Of course.

It looked like Alexander lost a food fight. You realized the tray on the floor must have been Jefferson’s. They were shouting and it was about to escalate. Everyone else was just staring so you decided to do something. You walked over there and picked up the tray.

“Thomas I believe this is yours.” You said stepping between them and holding it out to him. He stopped speaking and looked at you with that smirk again.

“I believe it is.” He said and took from you.

You turned around to face Alexander. “And you, you go sit.” You said pointing to your table. He huffed but did as he was told and you followed him. “What was that about?” You asked him, trying to ignore the way Angelica was staring at him.

“Nothing, he just said a few things that got me heated that’s all.” He said.

“So how did you end up wearing his lunch?” You asked confused.

“I may have called him a few rude things. But he deserved every one!” He defended.

“Alexander.” You sighed. “You need to learn to hold your tongue.” You told him.

“Oh believe me, I couldn’t have even if I tried.” He crossed his arms before remembering he was covered in food.

“Why? What did he say?” You asked.

“Nothing. Look I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you in the library in a few days.” He stood and walked off.

“What was that about?” Angelica asked.

“No clue, usually he loves explaining why Jefferson is wrong. That was weird.” You just shrugged and went back to your lunch.

You were walking to the library to meet up with Hamilton when your phone buzzed.

‘Meet by encyclopedias, found I book we could use -A. Ham’

What the hell kind of book did he find there? Whatever, he knows his stuff. You decided to trust him.

You walked in and went over to the encyclopedias. These shelves were covered in dust as no one ever used them. Where the hell was Alexander? He was never late. Then you heard his name being said. But it was coming from the other side of the shelves. You peeked over the tops of the books to the other side.

“Hamilton. Where’s that partner of yours?” Jefferson was asking him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hamilton shot back. What was going on?

“Yeah I would. She much more amusing then you are.” He told Hamilton, sporting that stupid smirk.

“Oh it’s amusing now is it? Last time it was a lot more inappropriate.” Hamiton countered.

“Oh you mean everything I said in the cafeteria. Well that still stands too. She is quite a thing to look at.” He gave Alexander a smile, almost daring him to fight back.

“You’re really disgusting Jefferson.” He said.

“Why? Everyone can tell you like her so you must agree with me on some level?” Your eyes widened. Alexander liked you?

“Yeah I do like her, but not just because she’s beautiful but because she’s smart. Not to mention funny and always speaks her mind.” He shot back. You couldn’t believe a word of this. Did he even know you were here?

“Well then maybe I’ll have to chat her up.” Jefferson said, smirk in place. He leaned closer to Alexander. “I’m sure we could have a nice ‘chat.’” And you could tell talking was not what he had on his mind. Before you could intervene Alexander pulled his arm back and punched him. You covered your mouth so you wouldn’t scream. Still, muffled sound escaped.

Alexander paused and looked over. Confused he walked around the shelf and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you standing there. “What…why are you here?” He asked.

You slowly lowered your hands to answer. “You told me to meet here.” You explained.

“Oh yeah…so how much of that did you hear?” He nervously asked.

“Uh all of it.” You said.

“Oh well I guess I should-”

“Hamilton!” The librarian cut him off. She came to stand on the other end of the shelf, Jefferson behind her. He was holding a tissue to his nose and you could see some blood on it. “Out of my library now!” She said pointing towards the door.

Alexander nodded. He walked forward, grabbed a book and gave it to you. “Can you check that out?” He asked. You noticed it was related to the project.

“Oh sure.” You said.

“Now Hamilton.” She ordered again. You watched him walk out. Jefferson looked plenty pleased with himself.

You walked to the counter and checked out the book. You went and picked up your back pack, which you placed on a table near the door. Then you walked out. You found Hamilton sitting on a bench outside. “Alexander.” You called. He looked up and saw you walking towards him. He smiled.

“Thanks. So I was flipping through this book the other day and I found-”

“Alexander.” You stopped him. He looked at you. “Don’t you need to explain something?”

“Do I?” He asked looking down at the ground. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment.

“Well I think I deserve that, don’t you?”

“Yeah your right. I mean you heard me. I like you.” He finally looked up at you. “Y/N, you’re smart and funny and beautiful and amazing. I was always so eager to get to work on this stupid project because I’d get to see and spend time with you.”

“That’s what all the commotion in the cafeteria was about wasn’t it?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I knew he was just trying to rile me up. But then he started talking about you and I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

“Alexander.” He looked at you. “You know you could’ve just told me this?”

“Uh you hated the very thought of working with me for a few weeks. I didn’t want to get shot down.”

“Fair enough.” You realized that was very true. “Were you ever gonna tell me?” You wondered.

“I was thinking about it. You seemed to not hate me as much lately.” He shrugged. You burst out laughing. He stared at you shocked.

“Alexander I never hated you.” You said with a smile. “In fact I hardly knew you.” Now it was your turn to look down at you feet shyly. “And now that I know you a bit better I’d be willing to give you a chance.”

“Really?!” He asked happily.

“Yes really.” You said with a laugh. He beamed at you and pulled you into a hug.

Needless to say, you guys aced the project.

fatimagic  asked:

thank you for this blog and your url lol. it's everything. :)

LOL! You’re welcome! I’m primarily a Rumple/Rumbelle fan, but I also really like Regina, Snowing, SQ, and I’m OQ friendly. The writers have ruined them all in a lot of ways for the sake of propping up Hook/CS, too, particularly Rumple/Rumbelle, SQ, and OQ.

I quit after S5 ended because I couldn’t take the writers shitting on any of my favorite characters/ships anymore, particularly when it was to prop up a character, like Hook, who is such a one-dimensional villain, who wasn’t even supposed to originally be a main character, and who is so undeserving of any kind of redemption on this show in comparison to the two beautiful and emotionally complex original anti-villains that they created, Rumple and Regina, who actually have had to work really hard for redemption over and over again, yet have kept getting rejected by their loved ones, sidelined, and/or character assassinated (often at the last second in a stupid plot twist that makes no sense) every other half season post 3A when they do get a redemption arc that they work a lot harder to earn than Hook ever has, so they keep running in regression/redemption circles.

Meanwhile, Hook instantly gets “hero” chops and gets accepted for choosing not to murder “his true love” and send her family to the underworld in cold blooded revenge at the last second. Rumple and Regina have done a lot of shitty things too, but I can still respect them because they have never meant to hurt their morality pets (Bae, Belle, Gideon, and Henry) on the show. Hook has.

I used to think that the most horrible character assassination on this show was done to Rumple. However, despite all of the toxic OOC bs that they have thrown at his character in the writing ever since the end of 3B, he’s still Rumple at his very core in the sense that he would never intentionally hurt Belle or anyone else he truly loves, everything he does, whether good or evil, is for the true love of Belle and his family and to protect them, or his fear that he’s not good enough for them, so he thinks he needs to use magic or be more powerful to fix things and make them better, and it’s true love that always pulls him back from the brink of darkness.

Emma, however, is like an entirely different character post S4. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the worst character assassination that they have done to a main character on this show. She used to be badass, brave, caring, compassionate, and family-first oriented hero to the underdog. Ever since S5, her relationship with Hook has turned her into a bitchy, hypocritical, violent, and selfish shadow of her former self.

If a relationship has this horrible of an effect on the main protagonist of the show’s personality, and it drags down every other main character/ship on the show with them, then it’s a good idea to end it altogether, or never have forced Hook into the show as Emma’s main love interest at all. Personally, I never saw the chemistry between Hook and Emma, anyway. I tried to get into it in S3 and S4, but it just felt blah. Post S4 it became downright emotionally/mentally abusive, though, and I was like “This ship needs to burn. This shit is not romantic!” And, I can’t fucking believe that they made a Hot Topic t-shirt of Hook’s quote from S5 of “I want to hurt you, like you hurt me!” Just ew!

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

You are absolutely right in your assessments of the situation, the problem is you are completely surround in the enemy’s camp and no matter where you turn, male & females will be backing up the patriarchal side.

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I think I know what they’re doing

It looks like they’re getting rid of the ships (perhaps realized they focused to heavily on them for three seasons).  But they’re keeping the preferred character of each ship.  First they got rid of Robin (the most horrible way possible).  And now we’ll lose Emma and Belle, leaving behind Hook, Regina, and Rumple.  Perhaps the Wish World versions of at least some of them?  Either way it looks like they’re finally fed up with obsessively writing about ships or realized they went too far with the ships being the focus.

anonymous asked:

Is it going to have a happy ending??? Ahhhhhh yeeees! I love your writing. And nothing against non happy endings but I personally don't like to read them. But your writing with a happy ending is what dreams are made of!!!!

awww!! you’re too sweet! Yes from now on I only will be writing happy endings! pinky promise! cross my heart and all that! 

I know people don’t believe me but it hurt me more to kill Louis than you all to read it okay? Hahaha, I’m not sure I’ll ever be off the hook for that, I’m known as the Louis killer around here. It’s horrible and it’s the fic with the lower stats lol 

Simon Lewis Imagine: Toxic Love Can Be Solved With Ducks

Request: anon

Prompt: You feel heartbroken after finding out that Sebastian and the Faerie Queen hooked up, but Simon gets your mind off of him.

Pairing: Simon x Reader

Warning: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI.

A/N: I’m thinking of posting this request and signing off. I’m so happy that everyone has been so supportive with my decision to spread out requests, I’m not going to delay them, there are other reasons why I can’t write 24/7. Anyways, enjoy, loves!

Your lip trembled once more as the thought of Sebastian Morgenstern and the Faerie Queen crossed your mind again. You knew to love Sebastian was futile because he was horrible, but when he was Verlac, he seemed like he genuinely cared about you, as if you were really someone that was worth his time.

You saw now that it wasn’t true, you were a distraction for him. Sort of an ally, like the Faerie Queen was a political ally. You chewed on your lip and tried not to talk to anyone, maybe it would blow over. You knew that it was toxic to love Sebastian, but you did love him. And you still did.

You heard Simon sit next to you and turned to look at him. “Hey," you croaked, already trying to bite back against the tears.

"What’s wrong?” Simon asked, looking at you with concern. Simon was really the only one who actually paid the most attention to you. Sure, you were friends with everyone else, but he seemed like the only one to understand you.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You whispered, wiping your eyes, but not facing him. You didn’t Simon freaking sweetheart Lewis to see your crying. It would only worsen your pain when he tried to comfort you.

You knew that Simon had a crush on you, and it only made it worse because you still had eyes for Sebastian. Simon respected your wishes and didn’t try to hug you or anything, just gave you space. “I know what’ll cheer you up.” You glanced at him. “We can go to the park. I’m thinking of stealing a duck to haunt Jace.”

“You’re cruel, Simon Lewis.” You sniffed, nearly laughing. Your mind started to veer from the dreaded Sebastian, you knew that Jace loathed ducks, but you couldn’t help but see Simon’s point. “May I ask why?”

“Last week, Jace pranked me, bad. So while I was busy trying to untie myself, I knew how to get back at him. You in, (y/l/n), or not?” He joked, giving you a nudge.

You smirked. “Let’s go wreak havoc, Lewis.” You suggested, with a grin of your own.

XXX

“Get the duck, (y/n)! You can do it, come on!” Simon cheered as you chased the duck in the pond. It was flapping its wings and quacking wildly. Thankfully, it was night or everyone would think that you’re committing duck abuse.

You grabbed it and sighed handing it to Simon, who placed it in his pack. You collapsed next to the pond entrance and was breathing hard. The wind made you shiver. You got up and walked to Simon. “Next time you need someone to catch a duck, count me out.” You panted.

Simon handed you his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. He kissed your cheek. “But you’re my duck hero, who else gets a duck that well?”

“Don’t push it, Lewis.” You winked.

“You feel any better?” Simon asked and you blinked dumbly. Then you put two and two together.

“You made me chase a duck, get wet, and nearly freeze to death-”

“Well you got my jacket?”

“Just to get my mind off of you know who?”

“Voldemort?” Simon suggested and you punched his arm. He finally let the poor duck go. You sighed and kissed his cheek. It was his turn to blush.

“Thanks, Simon. If you want another duck catching date, just call me? Although, you’re getting the duck next time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I will never be a well behaved woman.

I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full moon with a bottle of summer red in my palms.

I would rather have kids when it suits me, not when society expects or throws shoulds.

I would rather live in a hammock on a beach for six months, and write like my soul means it.

I would rather be horribly broke at times, than married to a job because a mortgage payment has my ass on a hook.

I would rather own moments, than investments.

I would rather eat alone, than sit with women who bore me at “Wives’ Night.”

I would rather swim naked with bioluminescence, have it fall like fireflies from my hair, my breasts, my back.

I would rather do handstands naked in the moonlight when no one’s watching than pick bridesmaid dresses.

I would rather drink seven year old rum from a sandy bottle, smell of smoke and ash than sit in church.

I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk.

I would rather drink the ocean, again and again—celebrate being madly alive.

I would rather my love be defined by love itself, and nothing more or less.

I don’t need a ring on my finger to prove that I am in love.

I would rather take the chicken bus, than spend useless money in safe gated communities. Sit beside a goat, listen to raggaeton and eat green mango with sugar in a plastic bag sold from the woman who harasses the bus each time it stops.

I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent.

I do not need to own a piece of earth with some wood on top of it—to feel successful. No one truly owns the land, anyway—we just think we do.

My savings account has diddly to do with my richness.
I would rather sprawl my single ass out like a lioness each morning and enjoy each corner of my empty bed.

I will take a job I love and freedom over a pension, any day.

I will not work and work and work to live when my body is old and I am tired.

Stocks are for people who get boners from money.

Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring.

I will not drink the societal Kool-Aid on a bus, nor will I drink it on a train.
Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!

I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase.

If we must have milestones—mine will be measured by how much joy I have collected at the end of each day and how often in this life I have truly, deeply, opened.

Seek, see, love, do.”

- Janne Robinson

anonymous asked:

JKR wants us to believe Snape is one of the bravest men Harry ever knew. Which is why I take her opinions on Draco with a huge grain of salt, tbh. She doesn't understand how what she writes comes across to readers, and she's really dismissive of fan opinions in that regard.

this is really true like jkr is amazing at worldbuilding but i’m not really sure if she gets that when you describe a man as “greasy” “hook-nosed” “yellow toothed” “sallow” and a PLETHORA of other really just horrible things, a lot of ur readers (who are CHILDREN) are probably not going to like that character?? at all? the twist with snape at the end was interesting and enlightening and really great because we see that this character who harry always viewed as evil was actually okay and he did the right thing for the wrong reasons and sure, whatever. that’s fine and i get it. authorial intent and all that.

but to then go on to just completely dismiss draco malfoy - a character who is canonically written as morally grey - eleven and going off to school and looking for a friend, thirteen and a bully, fifteen and prejudiced, seventeen and scared, and alone, and lost, and crying to a ghost in the girl’s bathroom - that’s what i take issue with. draco is constantly evolving as a character, yet jk rowling continues to demean his fans. she believes that anyone who likes draco must just be a teenage girl with a bad boy fetish, some pathetic child with posters of tom felton hanging up in her room, because why else would anyone like this character? 

LIKE, SHE’S LITERALLY THE ONE WHO WROTE HIM. LIKE. HOW THE HELL DO U WRITE THIS:

“I mean he’s sensitive, people bully him too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!”

AND THIS:

“No one can help me,” said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. “I can’t do it… . I can’t… . It won’t work … and unless I do it soon … he says he’ll kill me… .” And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying — actually crying — tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder. 

ESPECIALLY HERE: 

“I haven’t got any options!” said Malfoy, and he was suddenly white as Dumbledore. “I’ve got to do it! He’ll kill me! He’ll kill my whole family!”

AND HERE:

“Now, Draco, quickly!” said the brutal-faced man angrily. But Malfoy’s hand was shaking so badly that he could barely aim.

and then be mad when people sympathize with him? it’s so ridiculous to me, it’s actually laughable, i don’t understand how an author can write a sympathetic character and then just 

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I’m also curious, but only wanna read it if Dean does actually get his head out of his ass lol

He… does, kinda. He realized what he’s doing but FAR too late to fix it. So maybe give this one a pass. If you’re into Dean hurting Cas and having to fix it, then I’m sure I can hook you up with some fics. (I’ve written fics like that before, because I’m horrible and not fluffy at all when you let me write hurt/comfort.)

You could stay… if you wanted to,” Aurora blurted out to Killian who was facing away from her.

And do what?” Killian sneered, “Reside in your kingdom and be known for eternity as the pirate who fell in love with the Queen? No thank you, sweetheart. I have treasure to find and riches to steal.”

You could rule alongside me, be my equal, love me as much as I love you….” Aurora inhaled deeply and announced, “and help me raise our baby.”

Wha-?” Killian rose his head and was shocked enough to not look Aurora in the eye just yet.

I’m pregnant, Killian. And it’s yours,” Aurora said with happy tears in her eyes. “Stay with me, please.”

Electrophoresed Desires (M)

Warning: graphic dom!Yoongi smut

Word Count: 3,027


“Yoongi-sunbae.”

“Aah?” answers a masculine voice with a detached air. The male in question stretches in his chair, his body flexing like a feline.

“Do you know where the glacial acetic acid solution is?” you ask as you prepare to run a chromatography column program using the laboratory computer.

“Isn’t it with the other solutions in the cabinet?” he replies, looking up from his work station to look at you.

“Nope, I already looked there. I couldn’t find it,” you answer as you adjust the running buffers at your station for the column.

You hear the small wheels of his rolling chair as he pushes himself out of his work station. He walks toward the cabinet to check its contents for himself. You can’t help but admire his backside as he searches the cabinet. He drops down to crouch as he looks at the lower shelves.

‘Yoongi-sunbae is so good-looking,’ you think to yourself as you daydream about his firm butt in his skinny jeans.

“Huh, I guess it’s not here,” he mutters. He glances at you in time to see you blushing furiously as you realize you’ve been caught in the act. He doesn’t appear to notice or comment, if he notices. “I guess we can look in the stock room to see if it’s there.”

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litnerdhood  asked:

OK THO what about after the whole reunion with bruce, jason leaves gotham and kinds of regret not visiting alfred (would heeven want to see him??) SO JUST PLS JASON SENDING POSTCARDS TO ALFRED FROM THE PLACES HE VISITS AND first he doesn't really write anything on it?? maybe even asks someone else to write it for him so alfred wouldn't recognize his writing ANYWAY JUST jason leaving small messages like im sorry, im okay, i ate a horrible dish AND THEN MONTHS LATER REUNION

*deep breath* llllllliiitttttttttttt holy jebus

*CLAPS* ALRIGHT

Jason and Bruce hadn’t had the best of meetings

and so Jason thought that obviously bruce would tell Alfred how ‘bad’ Jason had become (would he even tell Alfred he was back at all??)

so he leaves gotham, and every now and then he comes across a postcard he thinks Alfred would like, and anonymously sends them

no one has any idea who they come from

after he hooks up with kori and roy he continues the tradition, having one or both of them write little messages, its still unclear

then one day Jason is in Italy on a hired mission with the outlaws, and he has some spaghetti but it tastes horrible, he’s too used to alfreds

so he looks at a postcard he has in his collection

roy and kori are out shopping but he just has to, so he rants about the dish

the entire rant takes four and a half postcards

and when he sends them he includes enough money to cover all the swears

that’s when Alfred figures it out

it takes a few months, but soon the outlaws are in gotham, and jay sends a little postcard with a simple “hey Alfie” and a code word, meaning he was at a certain apartment in crime alley that he used to run away to 9more for a later headcannon if anyone wants lol)

so he packs up a casserole dish he made, thinks a simple “i can make another dinner” and heads off to feed the outlaws

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give it your all - eso (cazzy) - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, PWP, Porn Without Plot, Sugar daddy Keith, without any actual daddy kink because fuck that, lance getting wrecked but also treated like a princess, Bottom Lance, Dom/sub Undertones, Blindfolds, Glove Kink, Edging, Teasing, slight breathplay, Praise Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Anal Sex, Tender aftercare
Summary:

If this is a horrible mistake and Lance ends up dead in an alley, he hopes Hunk will be the one to write his obituary. It’ll read: Yeah, he was probably an idiot for trying to hook up with a hot stranger, but don’t we all want to die doing what we love?

Either way, Lance is going to end the night getting fucked. He just hopes it’s in the way that involves orgasms and possibly some cuddles.