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Here’s a much more flexible diagram of Hogwarts/Ilvermorny house overlap than the rudimentary one I made on iPhone Notes a couple of days ago. My friend Jenn Levine expertly crafted this! It allows for some much-needed flexibility for, say, Ravenclaws in Thunderbird or, Hufflepuffs in Wampus.

I fully realize that JKR on Twitter has said there is no correlation between Hogwarts and Ilvermorny houses. I won’t argue! But, based on the initial writing, these traits still match up for me closest in this way. I’m thrilled that this idea should look so clean, and really just have my friends to thank. Jenn, and everyone else for their support on this.

Venn design by Jenn Levine, based on a theory by Eric Scull.

A phone holds a thousand memories. Not just in the hundreds of pictures that could tell my story, but in my music, in the text messages and the ones I never sent, in my voice memos, in the games I play to pass the time away secretly waiting to hear from you, in the way my ear presses against the glass just to hear your voice, in the way my lips teased the phone talking to you and whispering to you late at night and yelling at you because really I just missed you so fucking much and I’m sorry for crying while there wasn’t anything you could do… but most of all, in all the silence of our slightly opened lips desperately begging it to just say how we really feel for each other. A phone remembers the silence it had to endure between people.
—  Modern Day Memoir // Jenn Satsune
Turns out there’s a reason they call it falling in love, because when it happens - really happens - that’s exactly how it feels. There’s no doing or trying, you just let go and hope that someone’s going to be there to catch you.
—  Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Gelato
Awake and Alive_ El Diablo x Reader

Anon asked:

Hiii, so I’m feeling kinda down in the dumps and reading your Diablo drabbles always makes me feel better. Can I request a Diablo fic in which Diablo survives the explosion but the reader (who was also part of the squad) doesn’t know so she continues to live her life thinking that Chato is dead until months later when Chato finds her relocated in a new apartment that Waller set up for her. Can lead to slight nsfw (not too hardcore tho, I honestly can’t handle that stuff) thank you love.

Jenn’s Note: I hope I did this justice, because I’m honestly really proud of it. Hope this helps you feel better. Love you sugar cube. Also reader isn’t a squad member because I felt it worked better

Word count: 1014

Warnings: Spoilers, character death, fluff.

Disclaimers: Gif and characters not mine.

Originally posted by lornahs

In Greek mythology it is believed that humans were original created with two faces, four arms and four legs. Zeus believed they were too powerful and split them in half. He doomed this new species to spend their lifetimes searching for their other half, but sometimes they did find this soulmate, in spite of the damnation of the gods.

When Y/N met Chato, she believed he was her destined other half. This was regardless of Waller’s need for a ‘handler’ for the pyrokinetic, she had something real with the broken man and he with her. Fuck, they loved each other more than words could describe, but even that could only last for so long. When Y/N’s other half sacrificed himself for the destruction of the being ‘Incubus’, she was devastated. She felt empty without the warm arm around her waist and his slightly ominous presence at her side, protecting her, loving her. When he made the decision that martyrdom was the only option left, anyone could see the look of pure agony on Colonel Y/N’s face. With a scream of protest and a wave of fire, he was gone, leaving nothing to bury.

The battle ended and Y/N shut down hard, eating, drinking and sleeping only as much as was needed to function. Bless Flag for convincing Waller to let her grieve, even going so far as to get her an apartment, ensuring she was taken care of. So grieve she did, for a month she wallowed in sorrow and pain. As month two rolled around and her tears dried up and she started waking up, reanimating to an emptier world. As the third month rolled around she pulled herself up by her bootstraps and got back to work. She was dimmer than her past self but she was up again, in the world. That was, until a knock at the door ripped everything she had built to shreds once again.

“Coming.” Y/N called. Her soldier like gait thumped against the floor boards as she habitually checked for the gun on her belt. The chain lock caught the door at an inch. Her breath froze in her throat. Even with only a sliver of a view she recognized the Hillsider’s jacket. The door slammed closed and her shaky fingers unlocked the door before it swung open, denting the drywall.

Standing in the hallway was her other half. The warm arm around her waist, the ominous presence that made her feel safe. Standing in her hallway was Chato Santana. He looked at her with all the adoration and pain in his heart, still not sure what to do now that he was actually here. It didn’t matter if he didn’t consciously know because his instincts covered for him. They loved each other so much that in all the time they had been apart the pair were still in perfect sync as they surged forward into each other’s arms. Y/N grasped onto him tightly, convincing herself that he was real and alive. Her fingers curled into his jacked, breathing in the almost forgotten sent of smoke and subtle cologne.

“You ain’t easy to find, Novia.” He whispered softly. Her soft hair tickled the side of his face and that alone almost made him break down, right there.

She choked up not able to say more than his name.

I know, I know. I’m so sorry amor.” His hands cradled the back of her neck as he pulled away to look at the face he could never stop loving. Tears streamed down her face and she gave a hiccup of and immeasurably relieved and grateful laugh.

“You-you died. There was n-nothing. I watched you b-blow yourself up.”  She whispered.

“I don’t know. I got no idea.” He said, eyes glassy.

“I-it doesn’t matter.” Y/N’s knees grew weak, unexpectedly bringing the pair to the floor. “God, you’re such a dumbass, don’t you ever pull something like th-that again. I thought y-you were dead.” She pressed an innumerable many kisses all over his now tear streaked face. Nose, forehead, cheeks and chin. Anywhere she possibly could.

“Si, si. Of course.” He replied, eyes closing as he rested his forehead against hers and then…

And the he kissed her, or… she kissed him? It didn’t matter really. What was really important was how charged with emotions it was. The emotions behind every tear she had shed since the tragedy of Midway City, every emotion Chato had felt since he woke up scorched and alone in a debris filled alley. Charged with a priceless happiness of two souls reuniting after months of grief. What was also important, was how, in being apart for so long, they were able to notice every little thing. Everything form the subtle taste of salt to the rough feel of his chapped lips, become to the perfect, practically choreographed movements of their lips, as if he had never left.

Maybe Zeus, or whatever entity looked down on them, had taken pity on these two and allowed them to be reunited or maybe it was something else entirely. When Y/N pulled away to look at her love though, it really didn’t matter. He was back, her devil was back in her arms where he belonged and his angel was back in his own. His deep brown, almost black eyes looked into hers and she smiled, sighing.

“You look absolutely terrible love… You’re going to take a shower and a nap, and then tell me everything.” She whispered, wiping the tears from under his black rimmed eyes. Eyes with sleepless bags underneath, obvious despite the ink.

He nodded, chuckling that she was already back to her normal, jokingly demanding ways. Warm calloused thumbs wiped away the last of her tears before he answered. “You ain’t looking so great either, mi amor. I think you should join me.” Chato helped her from the floor, barley letting her go for a second.

When the door clicked closed behind them it wasn’t a door closing, something ending. No, it was something just beginning again. They were awake and alive once again.

Slutet!

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JS: I was thinking about it…and I really seemed ridiculous!

Okay first of all I can’t believe I actually reached 600 followers?!? Like my blog is complete trash tbh and you guys are all amazing and wonderful. I seriously don’t deserve you guys I swear. Anyway! I thought I would do something for you guys after I reached 600 and I seen some people do these so I thought I’d give it a shot! ♥♥♥

Rules are as follows:

  • mbf this pirate queen 
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count!)
  • check out my instagram and 8tracks maybe?
  • send me two characters, ships, shows etc. for the make me choose moodboards
  • blacklist ‘jenn does blogrates’ if you don’t want to see these!

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also i’m so happy that she really didn’t give a fuck about the secret. she just accepted it because she loves him for all he is, past and all. it was the keeping secrets from her that stung. and you know this is all going to end BEAUTIFULLY so i’m actually here for it. i am in love with their love.

Thanks to @rashaka I thought I’d try my hand at writing a fanfic. It’s not actually fanfic, it’s script format cuz that’s all I really know how to write from my Playwriting class This is my version of the cave scene. I e just had this scene in my head and I know we won’t get it on the show. Note: It’s Ilian and Octavia but there’s no romance

(Octavia and Ilian are on their way to Polis when the rain begins to fall. Octavia is riding Helios as Ilian walks beside them. Black, burning rain falls from the sky and onto their skin. They both begin to panic.)

Ilian: (Looking to Octavia for guidance) What do we do?

Octavia: We need some place to take cover. 

(They look around trying to find a place. They see nothing.)

(Feeling his skin burn, Helios rears up onto his back legs throwing Octavia off of him. She lays still on the ground.)

Ilian: (Rushing to Octavia. Shaking her lightly.) Octavia! Octavia.

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THIS IS WHY YOU CAN’T ASSUME EVERY GIRL SEEN WITH CALUM IS DATING HIM:
Hey everyone, I have some facts to spew, as you can see above, there are pictures of Nia and her male friends, and Calum and his female friends. Now I can guarantee most people who read this are going to say “that’s different, Nia is just friends with all of them when cal dated all of them!” But really, Cal only dated Maddie out of the 3 girls pictured with him and the photo Above was taken way AFTER they broke up. Cal never dated Stella and he never dated Jenn and the only reason why we think he did is because HE’S FAMOUS SO EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT IT AND MEDIA HYPES IT ALL FOR POPULARITY PURPOSES. There was even a time where I myself believed he had dated Jenn and Stella until I looked into it and there is NO proof of anything other than a friendship between the two.
Now, the pics Cal has are super similar to the pics of Nia with her male friends… yet there aren’t any rumors that she is dating them?
Cal and Nia are both very close with their friends of the opposite sex, a majority of Nia’s friends are male (yes she has said that before).
So before you go assuming they are dating because they hang out and hug, realize that they both do that same exact thing with several other people. So their relationship isn’t special in anyway, it’s just another friendship.
I personally don’t like Nia nor do I support her band but it is total bs that people tell her she’s dating one of her friends 24/7 and same for cal. Like she posts a pic, and he likes it.
So everyone comments “hey calum 😏” or “nalum forever” and it’s like what? Where the fuck did you get that from this?
Or he posts a pic and she likes it and the same thing happens. She is constantly interacting with @boyerweather on Instagram (just one example) and no one looks twice, but if cal makes a post supporting the band signed to HIS OWN RECORD LABEL, it’s obviously because he’s fucking the drummer, right?
It’s just really stupid.
So if you are a fan that this confuses, or if this helps you and gives you any insight, let me know. I love talking to the rest of the 5sos fam and all of that. So any questions at all feel free to ask!!!
Kisses 😘😘😘

                                                     Partition

A/N: Takes place two years before the events in ‘Crash Course’, so you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on.  I tried to interlace some plot points revealed in CC and it’s sequel, Infinite, but again, you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on.

Song: ‘Partition’ by Queen B

Pairing: Rucas with brief mentions of J/M and F/S

Rated: M

Word Count: 14,221 (I still don’t know HOW it ended up this long)

Totally dedicating this one to @jenn0bi bc without her calling me out on not using this song (after I promised), this would never have been written. I *really* hope you like it, Jenn. <3


Maya groaned as she cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder.  She hated it when he made sense.  The most annoying part of it was that her boyfriend always made sense—especially when it came to the subject of his niece.  “It’s been two years,” she reasoned as she reached for her concealer.

“Yeah, but we both know that she’s different now.  She’s not the same person she was in high school.  She’s not the same person she was since they broke up.”

Maya cringed.  She hated it when he used her words against her.  “But it’s Farkle’s birthday.”

“I know.  And I know she’ll be there and try to not let it affect her, but Maya, we still don’t know the whole story.  We don’t know who broke up with who.”

“There are going to be a ton of people there,” she reasoned.  “Maybe they won’t even cross paths?  Maybe she’s doing better than we think she is?  Maybe…maybe she is over it?”  She looked down at the counter as she quickly debated on which eye shadow to use.  “She has been dating around…and has gone on like four dates with this new guy.”

Josh frowned.  “Really?  Who is he?”

She frowned.  Nothing she had was going to work with her dress.  “Uhhh…Caleb, I think?  I only met him once.”

“Is he coming tonight?”

She sighed.  The good thing about living with her best friend was that she was welcome to borrow her things—including her makeup.  “I think so.  He’s friends with Farkle too.  That’s how she met him.”

“Then maybe we only need to worry about Lucas?”

Maya scoffed.  “You can worry about Lucas.”

“Come on, Maya.  I know you still talk to him.”

“Maybe I do, but when it comes to break ups, us girls have to stick together.”

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Lost And Found

This is the art to @winjennster’s fic 

If You Get Lost, You Can Always Be Found

Castiel gets thrown out of the bunker, but when he’s lost all hope, he’s taken in by an Amish couple. Aided by Charlie, Dean sets out to find Cas, but even if he does, will Cas even want to come back?

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I really enjoyed Jenn’s story, especially that Cas isn’t immediately all for coming back to Dean - rightly so, I think, after what Dean did. It’s great to see Dean’s reaction and the two of them working through it.

There were so many good scenes to choose from, but I was immediately taken with the visuals of the beehives on the hill, with autumn colours all around. I also wanted to do the scene where Cas sends Dean away on the porch, but in the end I kind of mixed the two scenes - artistic license lol

Thankfully Jenn was very understanding ^^

Jam Sesh || Open

Jenn’s fingers glided along the neck of her guitar as her right hand strummed in the normal 4/4 time pattern.  Her capo was set on the third fret to bump the key up to fit her range with the hums and neutral vowels she was sustaining to compliment the dissonances and resolves of the chords.  More often than not, the daughter of Iris found herself getting lost in the songs that ran through her head that were only expressed when she had her guitar or one of her trusty staff paper notebooks.  Continuing with the chord progression she’d been playing, with more I7 and V9 chords than the dominant ones, she looked up after what could have been hours to finally write down some lyrics that she’d been figuring in her head.  As she was writing in her journal, she glanced up as her face turned the slightest shade of pink.  “Sorry…how long have you been there?” she spoke, slightly embarrassed at the potential answer.

Growing Love - Part 3: Eternal Flame (TEASER)

The last and final part of this little series will be out tomorrow at 10pm danish time aka 4pm EST. The entire series is my entry for @avasmommy224 birthday challenge so with the final part about to be posted: Happy Birthday Jenn!

If you want a tag add yourself to the Growing Love Tag Team here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jegQM-W8aYjJ7uKZVJsTd1lnTRSgM4q-x3zTL0ZsIWQ/edit?usp=sharing 

If you have fallen behind you can catch up here: MASTERPOST

“What?” Jensen chuckled, but she just smiled and shook her head.

“Stay right there,” she grinned at him, running from the room only to return with one of his cameras. Jensen crooked an eyebrow at her.

“Really, Y/N?” Jensen tried sounding annoyed, but in reality he was about the furthest he could be from that.

“What? You took pictures of me every hour of the day for the past 8 months. Only far I get to return the favor,” she teased, starting to snap pictures of him and Rowen. Jensen couldn’t hold back his smile and laughter for long.

“Come here,” Jensen coaxed before swapping her the camera for the baby. When Jensen was sure Rowen was securely wrapped up in Y/N’s arms, he pulled the love of his life down onto his lap.

“Jay!” Y/N gasped, surprised by his sudden force, “What are you doing?” She giggled as he held out his camera in front of the three of them.

“Taking our family photo,” Jensen chuckled, pressing his lips against her temple just as he pressed down on the release. Jensen knew the instant the camera clicked this would be his favourite photo he had ever taken.

The smile froze on Jensen face as the memory started to fade, and he realized Y/N wasn’t in the room with them. Jensen slowly walked out into the hallway searching for her. Panic rose in his chest the moment he spotted her.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any good cheesy romantic teen books about lesbians (or any type of wlw)? Kind of like Sarah Dessen style books but sapphic

I don’t really think of any of them (or Sarah Dessen) as cheesy, but for some good contemp wlw teen romances, check out:

  • Starting From Here by Lisa Jenn Bigelow
  • *How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake (out May 2)
  • Dare Truth or Promise by Paula Boock
  • Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown 
  • Style by Chelsea M. Cameron
  • Lunaside by J.L. Douglas
  • Unbecoming by Jenny Downham
  • Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan 
  • Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
  • The Flywheel/Get it Together Delilah by Erin Gough
  • Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour
  • You Know Me Well by Nina LaCour and David Levithan
  • A&B by J.C. Lillis
  • 37 Things I Love (in No Particular Order) by Kekla Magoon
  • Dating Sarah Cooper by Siera Maley
  • Taking Flight by Siera Maley
  • Keeping Her Secret by Sarah Nicolas
  • Keeping You a Secret by Julie Anne Peters
  • Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen
  • Empress of the World by Sara Ryan – B
  • Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley 
  • The Summer I Wasn’t Me by Jessica Verdi
  • Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde 
  • Dirty London by Kelley York

Media Recommendations for Nancy Drew fans from @ablackberrywinter!!

Books:

If you’re wanting that Nancy Drew feel, I’d recommend reading the books the games are based on. There’s a post at the HER boards that lists which books were used for which games. It’s really interesting to see the similarities and differences.

If you liked Ghost of Thornton Hall, you’ll like the Thirteenth Tale, and the Distant Hours. Both deal with families, and secrets and both use fire as an element in the story.

If you like the cozy feeling of Nancy Drew games, then you’ll like cozy mysteries. My favourite series are: The teashop mysteries by Laura Childs, Jaine Austen by Laura Levine (very humorous), Lexy Baker mysteries by Leigh Ann Dobbs, The Cupcake Bakery mysteries by Jenn McKinlay.

I’d also suggest “Murder She Wrote”, both the book series and the TV show. Jessica Fletcher is like a grown up Nancy Drew basically.

Games:

Artifex Mundi games: These are great games. They’re slightly HOG, but it’s kept to a minimum. I’ll go into more detail on each series.

Grim Legends: The first two are based on fairy tales and have a dreamy quality to them. My favourites. The third is not based on a fairy tale, but is enjoyable all the same.

Enigmatis: These are very Nancy Drew like. You have to solve a mystery in the first one, and the second and third deal with the outcome of the first one. Very enjoyable!

Nightmares From the Deep: I’ve only began playing these, but they remind me a bit of Sea of Darkness as there’s a museum in the first one, and you go on a ship as well.

New York Mysteries: I’ve only played the first two, but they’re really good. They’re a bit Nancy Drew ish in that you play as a reporter who is trying to solve these strange mysteries.

(The above games contain supernatural elements. Avoid if you don’t like that kind of thing.)

Her Story: A wonderful game where you watch different videos of a woman being interviewed about her husband’s disappearance. Feels very Nancy Drew-ish as you try and work out what happened.

Gone Home: A beautiful story. You go home, and search through your house for information on your family, and what’s happened while you were overseas. Nothing scary, and just a lovely story.

Life is Strange: An amazing game, probably one of the best & most impactful games I’ve ever played in my life. Focuses on a teenage girl trying to solve a mystery at her school. Very coming of age and all.

The Wolf Among Us: LOVE THIS GAME. Set in New York, basically old fairy tale characters living in NY, and you play a detective who is solving a mystery. Beautiful art, great music.