“No. You won’t care by then,” she said, wondering even as she said it if she could stand the idea of a Jace who didn’t care. She hadn’t thought as far ahead as he had, and when she tried to imagine watching him fall in love with someone else, marry someone else, she couldn’t even picture it, couldn’t picture anything but an empty black tunnel that stretched out ahead of her, forever. “Please. If we don’t say anything, if we just pretend—” “There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.” ─ City of Glass, Chapter 14.
Can more men please be so comfortable with their masculinity to be really nice and close with their male friends? I mean look at these two, they’re both married (to women) with kids but they love each other so much and they’re not afraid of showing it which is absolutely beautiful
•Believes his character Morris Delancey is actually a good guy deep down, even after saying things like “My skull busting arm could use a break" and beating up a crippled boy. (Aka Mike Faist has an unbelievable amount of faith in people)
•Informed everyone of the cookie cake before getting some himself.
•Have you seen the picture of him and Ben Platt cuddling?
•His friendship with Laura Dreyfuss. Too cute.
•Actually named his Newsie Mike.
•His hair is on point no matter what length
•He used to beat up on the rest of the Newsies cast, but they loved him anyway
•He wears a tiny tie!
•"You know how I feel!“
•He reads Albert Camus before the show
•Always plays the villain, but is the sweetest?!?!?
• His energy when performing King of New York. You can tell he loves it.
•Him and Thanye during King of New York. Yes.
•His friendship with Tommy Bracco. Too pure
•The boy can’t use Twitter for shit, and I live for it.
Once said his favorite fan moment was when someone asked him to marry them.
He is a tired little cinnamon roll with puffy eyes that need sleep
He wears New Balance shoes (But he also owns converse tap shoes)
Please add more! I love hearing about Mike’s adorkablness.
(If it’s in italics, it’s something my sister said)
Please note: The concept originally came from a JeanMarco comic here on pixiv. Translated version of the comic credited here . Please show some credit and love to them first for they’re the ones who originally made the joke. ))
Still loving the new support system for fire emblem heroes, you can not tell me that the shooting star scene for the A support isn’t just the characters wishing to be married/marry someone else lolololol I hope everyone else is having fun with FEH.
Haku is still waiting for Colorless Xander to come out and I hope he’s a healer.
The new popular post is really starting to concern me. It’s stating that Joseph is abusive, that he was the only person who cheated in the relationship, and that he is manipulative. This is really sad to see for such a good and well written character in such a sweet and wholesome game.
Neither character is flawless. They were both cheating - Mary was flirting with several men, and she actually leaves the bar with one in Robert’s route. Joseph cheats on her with you after they have decided to divorce. Mary didn’t care one lick about her youngest child in one part of the game. Joseph lost track of his twins who went on to tear apart another person’s property. Neither of them were happy in their marriage, and they are both flawed characters…But that’s what makes them so great!
Now, again, I’m not saying either of them are saints. I’m just saying this whole “Mary is pure and Joseph is literally hurting her” is actually making me sick to my stomach. You’re turning a sweet game into something even more sinister than the datamined cult ending based on no factual evidence at all. The devs haven’t said ANYTHING (at the time of writing this) about Joseph’s endings or Mary.
Both characters are flawed, yes! But that’s what makes them so good! Joseph’s route is morally grey, yes, but he wasn’t intentionally manipulating you into an affair, and he wasn’t ever hurting Mary. They both love each other, it’s just…Not working out anymore. And that’s okay! That happens! It’s implied Mary lost her fifth child and sunk into a depression while Joseph struggled to keep things afloat. It’s implied that Joseph is having a mid life crisis while Mary is struggling with alcoholism. They are both struggling at the time you come in. Both of them, and neither of them are at fault for not fixing or helping the other.
It is really unfair to tell people that them dating/liking Joseph was all a ruse and that it’s a bad idea. It’s unfair to take such well written characters and force them into a box of 100% good or 100% bad. It’s okay. Joseph’s route is okay, and if you count in the way your character reacts (the “was there something I did wrong?”) and the fact that we’ve find other content in the game that appears like it actually should have happened (walking Mary home), it’s more heavily implied that there’s a glitch than “the whole point of Joseph’s route is to show you the dangers of dating a married man.” That isn’t fair in a dating sim. You are literally supposed to date him, so saying that you weren’t supposed to date him completely destroys the entire point of the game.
What I’m trying to say is just…Can we please stop with this unneeded and poorly evidenced drama over Joseph? It’s very upsetting to people like me who just want to enjoy the game and enjoy wholesome content, but keep seeing people talk about how Joseph is a terrible man who may actually be hurting his wife is…It’s too much.
It’s during a sparring match, and you, for once, successfully pin him to the ground. You smirk as he stares up in awe. ‘Marry me’ he suddenly blurts out, and you can’t help but laugh. ‘Did I suddenly pass your test? I get to marry you because I was able to beat you?’ Quickly, Rowan switches your positions so now he is on top. ‘No, of course not, but it does help.’ He winks as you scowl up at him. ‘But really, I want you to marry me.’ ‘Okay, but only if you beat me in the first thirty seconds of the next round.’ He grins at the challenge and stands, offering a hand to help you up. Of course, incredibly easily, Rowan once again pins your to the ground and smirks. ‘Well, guess you’re gonna have to marry me now.’ You grin, ‘A deal’s a deal, I suppose.’
Always the hopeless romantic, Rhysand proposes to you with rose petals. He makes a trail of them from the front door to your bedroom, where ‘Marry me’ is written out on the floor in front of your bed in even more petals. You gasp, tingles spreading down your spine as he comes up behind you, his arms circling your waist and pressing the ring into your palm. “Will you, darling?” He murmurs into your ear, sending even more shivers through your very bones. You turn around in his arms, pretending to think about it as you slip the ring onto your finger. After playful deliberation, you sigh, ‘I suppose,’ you finally answer, his arms tightening around you. His head tilts forwards and you smile against his lips. ‘You wicked thing.’ He accuses, then scoops you up and carries you to the bed, which is also covered in rose petals.
Walking along a beach, a perfect date with Dorian is coming to a close. Suddenly, he gets down on one knee and you gasp, covering your mouth with one hand as he takes the other in his own, looking up at you with his big, sapphire eyes full of hope. Out of his pocket, Dorian pulls a small red and gold box, presenting it to you and showing a beautiful piece of jewelry inside. ‘I don’t want to rule without you. Please, marry me. Bare my children. Be my queen.’ When you scream yes, he slips the ring on your finger and stands, picking you up around the waist and twirling you around.
Hey ya’ll! So we’re nearing the end of the interview season and I wanted to share a few inside tips about what I have come to see as “good” responses to my questions. I know that this may not be valuable for many people in the current interview season but I hope that people in future cycles will find it useful! Later this cycle, I’ll make another post about “what to do if you didn’t get in”. But it’s still too early to throw in the towel!!
“Tell me about yourself”: I want to hear about the characteristics of your personality not mentioned in depth in your essays. So you can mention your research and volunteering and such, but also tell me about how tenacious, or driven, or kind, or organized you are. I want to hear that the interviewee has a sense of themselves.
“Tell me about your research”: Your opening statement to this better be less than 2 minutes long. I don’t want a presentation on your research, I want to see that you understand what you were doing, and that you can explain a complex topic to me succinctly. Because that’s literally what doctors do all day every day. If I want more details, I’ll ask and then feel free to open up!
“Tell me about a time you failed or made a mistake”: People will often tell me about times they failed a class or test and that’s fine, but not the best answer. I love it when people open up to me about times they made deeper mistakes and learned from them. One applicant told me about a time she seriously messed up coordinating a supply run for her company in Iraq and her soldiers were left without food for 2 days. Everyone was fine but she had to deal with that aftermath for literally years. Now that’s a mistake I want to hear about.
“Where do you see yourself in 15 years?”: I want to see that you’ve put thought into what kind of medicine you want to practice but have not restricted yourself to one field. This is kind of a bonus question. It doesn’t hurt if you mess it up because I didn’t have an answer for this when I applied, but it really helps if you can answer it well. Good answers include the range from: “Practicing community based medicine somewhere and finding a good work-life balance” to “returning to my home country to found a medical school catering to women and fighting corruption in healthcare”.
“Tell me about your support system”: This is a super important question. The two people in my class who have dropped out were both dealing with crazy personal lives (an incredibly messy divorce, and a family that exploded following a death). I want to hear that you have people who you can depend on, and that those people are themselves stable. Resiliency in applicants and in the loved ones’ of applicants matters much more than many other traits. This is part of the reason I love non-traditional applicants. They tend to be so dang resilient!
“What was your most significant volunteering or shadowing experience?”: If your eyes don’t light up when you tell me this, I don’t believe you. Tell about something that actually moved you, not something that you think should have moved you. I want to see passion and love for something.
A few random tidbits: I don’t mind if people tear up, or cry a little, but please try not to full-on sob. It’s hard to redirect an interview following that. Since I’m a younger student, I don’t notice slang and vernacular as often as the older interviewers do but I do notice it if it’s in excess or inappropriate to the situation. I like to hear about people’s faiths, and I feel that is a common theme with most of our interviewers. But don’t feel pressured to tell us if you don’t want to! I like it when people are married/ engaged so please do let me know about that! It shows emotional maturity (most of the time). If you mention a child or pregnancy, I’ll ask about how you will manage but only if you mention it first. There are lots of people (including women) in my class with families so it can def be done!
Hey I don't mean to bother, but I was wondering if you had a list or so of your fav Bellarke fics(AU)? I love all your fics (Bellarke and Stydia) <3 Thanks!
AU?! Oh, man. I assume you mean non-canonverse AU. And I’m not much of an AU reader, but here are a couple of my all-time favs.
Take Me to Church by @hawthornewhisperer | M | priest-in-training!Bellamy is definitely not supposed to develop feelings for the girl he goes running with in the mornings. And they probably shouldn’t have sex either. He knows this, and yet. (link to all 6 chapters in the link)
I Choose You by winterwaters | M | 17k | Clarke’s a society girl who doesn’t want to get married, despite her mother’s wishes, but then a farmer shows up, with a deal that intrigues her. (I’m an arranged marriage AU hoe and this one is so sweet. I’ve read it like a bedtime story many times.)
like ships in the night (passing me by) by viansian | T | 11k | He met her seven different times. Once when she was a child, twice on her deathbed and four times in between. (Alternatively, The Fic Where He’s Immortal and She’s Not)
I Make My Own Luck by somethingofatrainwreck | M | 23k | Poker Night was simple enough. Show up at Clarke’s every Thursday night. BYOB (no cans, always bottles), turn your phones off, don’t get in the middle when Mom and Dad start to bicker, never mention Mt. Weather, and for the love of God don’t bring any randos…It was simple. It really was. The thing about rules though? People can’t help but break them.aka five times someone ruined Poker Night and the one time all bets were off.
i’ve seen love go by my door (it’s never been this close before) by safeandsound13 | M | 5k | Every story begins somewhere, usually with a shared look from across the room and the exchange of names. Theirs starts with an abduction and a set of handcuffs. Or, the less fancy version of it: Clarke and Bellamy plan Murphy’s death while being cuffed to a bathroom sink. (this is kinda a crack fic, kinda just really funny, and i love the author so lemme throw it in there)
Keep Your Enemies Closer by PaintedGhostOrchid | NR | 51k | Bellamy and Clarke are co-workers and bitter rivals who live to compete with one another and can barely be civil- at least, until their respective partners start having an affair and Clarke and Bellamy have no choice but to team up to win back their cheating lovers. (I have a massive boner for this one, don’t even ask why because idk.)
Things I learned re-watching Anastasia after having seen the musical
1. Gleb is the nameless officer on the horse in Rumor in St.Petersburg. I’ve decided.
2. John Bolton actually really fucking looks like Vlad. A+ casting
3. SassyAnya is the best and more of her sass should’ve been translated to the stage version. Also historically Anastasia was sassy and that should’ve been kept.
4. Why wasn’t this in the stage version
5. I wish Bartok could’ve somehow been translated to stage. I understand why he got cut, but Bartok is the best. Also, someone should’ve said this to Gleb:
6. Once Upon a December was actually really beautifully translated
7. Christy Altomare really sounds like Liz Callaway during “Once Upon a December” and “Journey to the Pasty”. A+ casting
8. “In My Dreams” really was a gorgeous song and fit really nicely with “Once Upon a December” and “Journey to the Past”
9. I really wish Bartok had been translated to the stage
10. I can’t listen to “Stay, I Pray You” without thinking of “In the Dark of the Night” and vice versa. Nonetheless, I’m really glad they used the music in the show.
11. Rasputin was terrifying, but also hilarious and I missed him
12. “That’s what I hate about this government, everything’s in red” is the only historically accurate thing in the movie and it was the B E S T
13. Dimitry and Anya working together is beautiful and there should’ve been more of it in the musical
14. Rasputin and Bartok are what Jafar and Iago were initially supposed to be like. Jafar was initially easily angered and flew off the handle, while Iago was calm and level headed, they ended up swapping their personalities. But Rasputin and Bartok have the original dynamic and I think that’s great.
15. Vlad and Lily’s relationship in the musical was hilarious and I loved it, but I do wish that Vlad had been a little more excited/doting the way he is about Sophie in the film.
16. I r e a l l y wish Bartok had been translated to the stage
17. The dress Dimitry hands Anya is definitely NOT the same dress she wears in the following scene
18. ANYA WAS LEADING
19. I liked the change of Dimitry really not being able to dance
20. Pooka was also the best
21. Anyas’s nightmare was actually the most horrifying thing ever
22. “Close the Door” was also a really beautiful addition and added a lot to the Dowager’s character
23. Can Bernadette Peters play Lily at some point, please? Or the Dowager, just someone, please?
24. I wish Dimitry’s verse of “Paris Hold the Key” hadn’t been cut
25. Why wasn’t some version of “Princess don’t marry kitchen boys” in the show?
26. LINDA CHO’S VERSION OF THE OPERA DRESS
27. Quartet at the Ballet added so much to that scene, I loved it.
28. There could’ve been more tension between Dimitry and Anya in the show
29. I really need Angela Lansbury to play the Dowager when/if Mary Beth Peil leaves
30. Anya should’ve slapped Dimitry
31. They should’ve keep the original lullaby for Anya and the Dowager. “Soon you’ll be home with me…”. It made more sense.
32. I L O V E D “In a Crowd of Thousands”, but I really liked Anya remembering with her Grandmother.
33. Bartok is the best sidekick
34. I really wish Bartok had been translated to the stage
35. The scene with Anya and the Dowager reminiscing should’ve been in the musical
36. I think I like MusicalVlad more than MovieVlad, just because there’s more of him to like
37. I understand the dynamic between Gleb and Anya is different than the dynamic of Rasputin and Anya, but the face-off on stage should’ve had more too it. We all knew Gleb wasn’t going to shoot Anya, but Anya should’ve fought back more. She could’ve even saved Dimitry, I don’t know, it just needed more.
38. “This is for Dimitry, this is for my family, and this is for you” somehow should’ve been kept.
39. The end was really well translated
40. I REALLY WISH BARTOK HAD BEEN TRANSLATED TO THE STAGE
Well that’s it folks, if you actually read all this I appreciate you
grumpy old man keith: no you don’t ‘still got it’ calm down lance, no one wants to see you break a hip trying to show off
old man lance: we’ve been married for over sixty years and you still think you’re better at this than me, unbelievable
keith: well my memory isn’t what it used to be but last time i checked, yeah
lance: oh please keith your stories are always so boring
keith: if by boring you mean factual, you can’t even tell it the same way twice
their grandkids: granddad, grandpa, can you please just get on with the story
lance: oh right, of course, where were we
grandkids: you were getting to the part where you guys formed voltron
lance: oh right!! (strikes a pose) so there i was, in the thick of it, the universe’s only hope, your favorite grandpa, a little more ripped and youthful than he is now but (dabs) it was me, nonetheless
In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.
“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.
Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.
You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”
“Are we really keeping this random baby?”
“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”
“Then we can name him…Henry.”
You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”
“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”
You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”
“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.
“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.
“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.
“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”
Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.
Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.
“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.
“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.“
“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.
“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.
“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.
“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.
“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.
“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”
“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.
Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”
You smile wider. “Sure.”
“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”
“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.
“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”
You look over at Derek and smile.
“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.
"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.
“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.
“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.
“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.
“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.
Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”
Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.
“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”
“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.
You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.
It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.
“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.
Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”
“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.
You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.
You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.
“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”
“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.
“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.
You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.
“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.
You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.
“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”
Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.
Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.
“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.
“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.
“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.
You smack his arm and laugh.
“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.
“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.
“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”
“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia in my family tree.”
“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.
Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.
“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”
“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.
“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.
“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”
“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.
“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.
The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”
Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.
“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”
Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.
You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.
“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”
You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.
Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.
Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.
“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.
“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.
“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”
Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”
“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”
“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”
“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.
“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”
You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.
My book with an autistic character is nearly in the top 20 Amazon Steampunk chart!
Kay, so, it’s been on sale over the weekend and it’s literally sitting at #21 right now.
I was going to raise the price today, but I’m going to leave it at 99c until tomorrow to see if I can push it to the Top 20 because that would be amazing!
If you haven’t heard me go on about it before, The Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstonce Chronicles are about an autistic, ace/aro woman who builds herself a robot husband to avoid having to marry. There is lots of fun and adventuring and hijinks.
So, if you fancy reading, the entire series is just 99c today and if you get it today, it might just get pushed over onto the front page of steampunk, which would be AMAZING!
(I’ve had no one complain about the price and I’m only getting royalties as if it’s 99c, but it is showing up on my machine as the original price. If it’s not discounted for you, please let me know so that I can go and ask Amazon wtf they’re playing at.)
The mouse of your computer sounded over the voices of your kitchen’s tv. You sitted on your small table, with a hand supporting your cheek, while editing your last vlog, … a painfull memory that you didn’t want to remember.
You had found your boyfriend cheating on you with a rookie idol three days ago. He had done one of the things that you were scared the most, betrayal.
That day, when you had returned to your apartment, the second that your door was closed, you became a sobbing mess. You didn’t even bother to take your shoes off, or drop your bags, you just cried your heart out, sliding through the wall miserably, with a hand in over your mouth.
Time had passed by as minutes, as you layed there, with the back pressed against the wall, with no longer had tears on your eyes, but a cold, lost stare. Life became somehow monotone, and without a sense to you. Everything that you did reminded you of him, not mattering as if it was a simple task. When you spaced out, you remembered all the adventures you had went through together with a sad smile on your face, missing him terribly.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t contacted you. He had, and had done so terribly. You had over 200 text messages from him, and over 20 lost calls from him on the moment that you turned on your notifications that day, however, now you didn’t have any any idea of it, as you had blocked him from all of your social media that day. Jungkook had visited you yesterday to your surprise, as he was fully packed with his new song promotion, having crazy schedules, that had him not sleeping for days sometimes.
Story summary: Your friendship with Jensen is put on the line when you have to film a few, suggestive scenes with him. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, except that Jensen is happily married. And there was definitely chemistry between the two of you.
Request:Hi! Could I request a Jensen X Reader with angst please? I´m pretty much a sucker for angst. you can always add some fluff in it if you want :)
A/N: This request made me birth a series. Also, this story is not meant to disrespect Daneel in anyway. This is all for the purpose of fiction. :)
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!
Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Sort of, but not quite yet)
Warnings: Smutty-ish (no actual sex, just on screen stuff for the show), masturbation, fantasizing.
When Jensen’s tongue slid into your mouth, you melted into him. One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, and the other tangled itself in your hair, pulling slightly. He pressed his body into yours, pinning you against the wall even harder. That’s when you felt his arousal, and that’s when you knew that you weren’t just imagining things. You ached for him in ways you’d never ached before, not with anyone else; you needed him. Just as you were getting ready to hike your leg up around his waist, the director yelled cut.
Jensen pulled away from you quickly, avoiding eye contact with you before subtly trying to adjust himself. That scene wasn’t supposed to get so steamy, and it was a good thing the director liked it; because you didn’t think that either of you could handle doing it again. You brought your hand to your mouth, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You looked up at Jensen, making brief eye contact with him before bolting for your trailer.
BigBang Reaction #9 - Their s/o is a motherly figure
anon asked: Big bang reaction when you have a motherly figure ? (Feeding them and tucking they in bed?)
Jiyong: *starts off as a statement, but turns into…this lol* “You’re going to be such an amazing mother. I can’t wait to have kids with you… Speaking of kids, when do you want to start having kids? Anytime is good for me really… If you want to, I’m here whenever you’re ready. We’d be amazing parents together jagi and I know we both really want this.”
Seunghyun: *teases you CONSTANTLY and acts like a child when you get too motherly towards him* “But I DON’T WANNA go to sleep now jagi~ Noooo Don’t make meeeeee!! Fine. But only if you read me a story and tuck me in.” *sticks out tongue*
Youngbae: *doesn’t like it when you’re motherly towards him, but admires TF out of this trait when you’re around kids* “God you’re perfect jagi. Every time you’re around children, all I can think about is our future family.”
Daesung: He would laugh and blush a bit at you whenever your motherly side shows because he just gets so flustered. “Jagi I can feed myself.” “Jagi, I don’t need the blankets tucked around me to sleep, I just need you to cuddle me.” “Babe… I’m sick. I need you” *fake cries*
Seungri: *loves you to death but hates when you treat him like a child even if he acts like one sometimes* “If we ever get married and have kids, feel free to unleash this then, but please don’t baby me jagi.” *then he gets sick and acts like a two year old* “Nooo don’t walk away jagi~ I want cuddles.”
A/N: I think they’d all low-key (high-key in some cases) will love that their girlfriend is motherly? Idk lol I know most of them really want children so I think they’d see it as a plus
For Practical Purposes Only (Full Version - CS AU)
This story started a very long time ago with a snippet that people liked and wanted a longer version of - so after you all have waited for way too long, here it is. Thanks for being so patient.
For those who don’t remember, or who never read the original short piece, this is a “Emma asks Killian to marry her so that it’s easier for her to adopt Henry” story, now with the addition of bedsharing. 13,000 words.
“I found him.”
He saw the name Henry Mills on the manila folder she tossed onto the coffee table before she disappeared in the deep recesses of his couch. He racked his brain, trying to remember which skip this was, but nothing came to mind.
“And what was Mr. Mills’ crime, love? Are you anticipating a struggle?” He never doubted that Emma could take care of herself. The woman was a force to be reckoned with when it came to apprehending the men and women of Boston who felt they could skip out on their bail. But he wished that she took fewer chances all the same.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off the Red Sox game, knowing Emma would fill him in on the details of the case, as well as her plan for luring the suspect into a meeting that would allow her to get the handcuffs on. She was brilliant at that.
Her silence at his question signaled that something about Henry Mills was out of the ordinary.
“Emma?” He turned, moving the side of the cushion away from her face to check and see if she hadn’t fallen asleep, but her semi-glazed over eyes indicated she was simply deep in thought. “Emma, what’s going on?” He picked up the remote and quickly hit the mute button, and pulled her to a more upright position.
“Emma, is this Mills person someone I need to be worried about? What can I do? Or anyone do. There are other bail bonds agencies you can call in for assistance, love. No need to go it alone.”
The panic in his voice had risen, snapping Emma out of the daze she’d allowed herself to drift into after entering his apartment.
“Calm down, Jones.” She settled back, but still nothing about her body language put Killian at ease. “He’s not a bail jumper.” She folded her arms over her chest, and rubbed her biceps a few times before continuing. “Just look at the file.“
The rain pattered against Gemma’s window, my fingers fiddling against the corner of my book. I can just barely see the words on the paper, only the occasional lightning making each word visible. Gemma snores softly beside me, and I almost start to cry wishing I am able to sleep now. But my eyes resisted each flutter, and now here I am, awake and drowning in my thoughts.
My head falls lightly onto the window, the glass leaving a spot of cold against my skin.
“I said don’t be afraid” I sing under my breath, my voice quivering the slightest. “I’m coming home.”
I close my eyes, a single tear drop flowing down my cheek, landing softly on the page of my book. I instantly wipe it away with the pads of my fingers, shaking my head.
I close my book softly, placing it gently down on the bed before quietly slipping out from under the duvets. I make sure to walk quietly out the door, making sure to not disturb anybody before making my way into the kitchen.
I slide the light, illuminating the room to as dim as it can be. Loneliness consumes me, wraps me up like a cocoon, fighting against the restraints. I’m miserable, spending a night where my thoughts haunt my insides, where I’m alone wondering if this is how every night will be.
A night without Harry is something foreign. I’ve always needed him near, touching me in some sort of way, feeling his skin burn through mine. It’s comforting to me, feeling the effects of a man you love. It’s a drug, an intoxication, burning your insides until you feel the high. That’s how I felt with him every night, in paradise, because it’s just me and him, with no sense of an outside world, no care or thoughts, just us.
I lean against the counter, tracing the shapes I made out in my head. I take a few deep breaths, hoping to compose the emotions threatening to spill out. I feel like he’s slipped completely out from between my fingers, and he’s so oblivious that he just keeps his hands clenched, as if still holding on.
Tears begin to fall from my eyes, dropping onto the counter. I don’t bother holding them back, choking with each inhale.
I cry until there’s nothing left inside of me, just an empty void of nothingness. Just a pit of numbness, settling in my stomach. Until my cheeks are dried, and my eyes swollen. I must have been out of it for a while, in a zone of deep thought and self doubt, because suddenly, I feel him. With no warning.
I feel his chest nearly touching my back, the heat radiating off his skin enough to already feel it. His breath is hitting my neck, chills running up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers. His soft hands roam my waist, dancing along the clothed parts of me. The knuckles of my fingers curl against the table. His hands run up my back, gliding against my shoulders and running down my arms, his fingertips on top of mine.
He leans in, his lips pressing against my shoulder bone. He moans softly, detaching his lips only to kiss my skin again. But suddenly, I can’t feel him anymore, and I almost start to think he left me once again, back to the feeling of lonesome. But his hands reattach to my hips, and his lips meet my shoulder again.
“Marry me.” He whispers, his breath lingering on my skin.
My breath gets caught in my throat, my heart stopping at his words. I forget how to breathe, my lungs collapsing with his words.
He keeps his lips where they are, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t, everything is caught in my throat.
“Please,” he breathes out, “baby girl.”
I let out my held breath, my shoulders slumping forward.
He kisses my shoulders again, almost desperately, just to get me to say something.
“I was waiting until I asked you. You know my reputation, I didn’t want you to think I was only in this relationship so that you can open your legs for me. I just wanted you to understand that I’m in this for you, just for you, not for anything else.”
I turn to look at him, his green eyes glistening with tears. He’s biting on his lip, his hands shaking against my waist. He sighs, bottom lip trembling between his teeth.
“I’m sorry I put you through this. I didn’t know.” He cries, fingers petting my cheek. “But please, marry me.”
I place my hand on his wrist, making sure his touch didn’t leave me. I have never seen him so vulnerable, where he looks like a single word can destroy his whole world. But he’s never looked so beautiful.
“You don’t have to ask me, Harry, if you don’t want to. I wasn’t asking for that much.”
He shakes his head, looking almost heartbroken that I haven’t said yes.
“But I want to, I want to spend everyday with you. I already have the ring, I’ve had it for weeks. I was waiting until I showed you how serious I was about you so that you didn’t think sex was all I wanted. My reputation it—it’s fucked up. It’s not me, it’s not who I am and I didn’t want you to think I—“
Before he could finish, I lean in so I can kiss him. I make sure he can feel the compassion I hold for him, the flames of fire that burn my skin whenever he touches me. His fingertips press against my skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning.
“Why’d you wait so long, my H?” I mumble, “I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anybody else.“
My nails dig into his skin, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. I rub occasionally on his chest, palms running along his skin. This is the closest I’ve ever been to him, emotionally. I feel like he’s with me now, fully there, not half gone.
“I love you so, so much, baby girl,” he whispers, head lulling back the more pressure I puncture into his skin, “and I think it’s time I show you how much I do.”