can we hammer it out


“So much of this movie [Call Me By Your Name] is about stripping everything away and exposing yourself. I grew up in conservative white America, where you just don’t talk about yourself, your desires, wanting to express your sensuality—it’s taboo. To be fully immersed in Luca’s world was just an incredible gift. I know that I will carry the experience of making this movie for the rest of my life. I don’t want to say movies can change the world, but if we can change one person’s perspective, we can change that person’s world.”

Armie Hammer photographed by Nino Muñoz for OUT Magazine (October 2017)

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic around this? Please??? PLEASE? Roan: okay so look this whole treaty things it's just not working out. Bellamy: what can I do to fix it? Roan: well a marriage might fix things Bellamy: ...Roan: between you and Clarke. Roan: and some heirs. Roan: and to make the alliance official make me the godfatherRoan: they can call me 'cool uncle roan'

so this is tweaked a bit to be more ‘marriage of convenience + bellarke babies’ and you can also thank this pic for inspo

wc: 4.7k because i obviously have no life

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Despite all that they’ve been through, Clarke has never really hated Roan.

When he was her kidnapper she was more scared than anything, and then soon he became an ally in the snake pit that was Polis. Sure she might not agree with everything he does, but she’s come to have a soft spot for the man, especially after he agreed to trade with them even though the Ice Nation hated the Sky People.

The treaty that resulted from that alliance was another story however.

“Most Azgeda alliances are sealed with a contract,” he tells them, staring them down across the table.

“Anything,” she says. It had been a long couple of days in the Ice Nation. Snow had been amazing at first, but then the novelty soon wore off, and Clarke hates having to wear several layers of clothing each day. She is anxious to get back home, and from the way Bellamy keeps on drumming his fingers against the empty holster at his thigh, she can tell that he is too.

Roan lifts an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be so fast, Wanheda,” he says smoothly, ignoring the way the title made her flinch. He nods at his guards positioned around the room.

Clarke and Bellamy share a look as they clear out.

“Most Azgeda alliances are sealed with a… certain kind of contract,” he explains once it’s just the three of them left in the chamber. He narrows his eyes, his gaze flitting back and forth between the two of them. “A marriage.”

They both go stiff at that, and almost unconsciously Clarke finds his hand beneath the table, squeezing it.

“A marriage,” she repeats, tongue feeling like cotton in her mouth.

If Roan notices the complete 180 in their demeanours, he says nothing. “Yes. Usually the child of the clan’s leader. Sometimes even that leader themselves.”

The muscle in Bellamy’s jaw twitches, and his hand tightens around hers.

“However, there have been some… special circumstances in the past,” he goes on, staring intently at Clarke.

She swallows. “What kind of circumstances?”

“If a leader has no children and is already promised to someone else,” he replies, and then his eyes pointedly slide from her to Bellamy who hasn’t so much as moved since the bomb was dropped. She feels her stomach clench. “If that’s the case then we can still choose to move forward in the alliance. The binding would just be a little bit trickier.”

“So if I was… promised,” she says, testing the feel of the word on her tongue as she chanced a glance at Bellamy, “Then we could still go through with this whole thing?”


She lets out a gust of air and turns to face him properly. For once his eyes aren’t guarded and she can see the hardened determination that graced his features. If this is what you need me to do, I’ll do it, he seems to say, and Clarke squeezes his hand under the table again, letting her thumb brush over his knuckles. Meeting his eye once more, she gives him the tiniest of nods before turning back to face Roan, who continues to watch the whole thing impassively.

She has to clear her throat twice before she can speak.

“I am promised to someone,” she tells him.

Roan doesn’t seem surprised. If anything he seems amused. “Is that so.”

Clarke nods and then lifts their joined hands to rest on the table. “Bellamy and I are to be married in the spring.”

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Trouble Maker

Kagome was the type of person that radiated happiness. Just by looking at her, anyone’s spirit could be lifted and the could feel more at peace. She had something special about her that set any restless heart at ease.

Although he never showed it on the outside, Inuyasha felt that peace when ever she was near. Most anyone who knew the two of them knew Inuyasha separated from Kagome could become a bit of a handful and problematic.

Which is why Miroku often chased him down the well after a day or two.

Sango had no patience for Inuyasha when he got into a destructive mood, but Kaede found ways of making it work.

It was rare to have an extra pair of hands around to help her everyday, most of the villagers busy with their own farms and families. But when Kagome headed home, and Inuyasha was left behind, Kaede had a good two days of his undivided attention.

Even though it came with rude comments, and snotty attitude.

“I need more of that herb, Inuyasha. It’s good for mothers in birth.”

“What good? They’re giving birth. Can’t help much with that.”

“It eases the pain. Now, gather as much as you can find. I need to dry it for the winter.”

“The only thing drying this winter is you. Don’t you think you need a better hut? It let’s out all the good air.”

“My hut is fine, but I thank you for your concern.”

“Fine my ass. I’m going to have to do something about it if you aren’t.”

Kaede remained silent, wondering what trouble Inuyasha was plotting, but at the same time wholely unconcerned.

She found out the next day. There was a first time mother who sought Kaede’s comfort for her fussy daughter, and she had been gone most of the morning helping her. When she came back to her home, she stumbled across Inuyasha and Miroku making quite the scene.

“Do you even have her permission to be doing this, Inuyasha, or are you willfully destroying Lady Kaede’s home?”

“It wouldn’t be ‘destoryed’ if you would let me finish it! Give me the hammer, Monk!”

Inuyasha was on top of her roof, or where she used to have a roof, shirtless and yelling down at the monk below him. Apparently, Inuyasha had decided that a new roof was what she needed and took it upon himself to give her one.

“Lady Kaede, I apologize for his behavior. I don’t know what came over him. Sango is going to fetch some men to help put your roof back together.”

That wasn’t true, Kaede mused. They both knew what came over Inuyasha.

“I don’t need help, I can put a roof on just fine by myself if you let me!” Inuyasha bellowed, and birds in the area scattered.

“Ah, let him finish, Miroku. He doesn’t mean any harm by it, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself. Once he’s done, we can give him back to Kagome.” Kaede took the hammer out of Miroku’s hands, and held it up to Inuyasha.

Before Inuyasha could scoff and rebuttal her comment about giving him back to Kagome, Kaede spoke again.

“Thank you, my trouble maker.”




I think I’m gonna do it. 


I’ve tried having an IRL romance club twice (between 2 states no less) and they were epic fails for months. So I thought, “Screw it. I already have friends on Tumblr. IMMA DO IT THERE!”

But that’s a lie cause really I’m want to do a monthly video chat bookclub. (I think Google hangouts is a thing??? but I’ve never used it??? and apparently it’s complicated???) Skype too will be a big huh for me but I could learn! Plus with Skype I know you don’t have to enable video so it could be a voice only chat if that’s more your jam.


I just wanna have a place where we can chat about books in a more intimate setting and the video/audio option feels more immediate. We can hammer out what day/time would work best for everybody, we can vote on what books or nominate books, etc. at a later point. Right now I’m just trying to figure out if this is something anybody would like. 

Imma tag my romance squad to get their opinions, but if anybody else wants to respond to join or offer advice, please feel free!

@angelacolsin @ramblingromance @romancypants@thecrankyagnes@brenda-is-reading@thebooklrandtheduke@msfehrwight@romancingthebookworm@lettingthewaterholdmedown@romancetherapy@sunnysaysbookreviews@respectingromance@mariaslozak@romcomkdramafan@destinyspoon@mercilessgods​ 

Code Red!

So I wrote this. I’ve been feeling really fucking depressed lately so I wrote this to get out of my own head for a bit. Masterlist

Summary: BuckyAU reader and Bucky are in a jail cell, they don’t like each other but get talking. Then something happens, obviously. 

Warning: Swearing and jail if that triggers anything

Word Count: 1.6K

Originally posted by justcuchu

Well this is a bit shit.

I’m currently in handcuffs that are way too tight and cutting off the circulation to my hands. The feeling in my hands is going as fast as the fat police officer in front of me is eating a doughnut, oh wait no he sandwiched two together that would be as fast as two doughnuts, maybe a new record? (Cliché much?).

Anyway, away from the donuts, I’m being thrown into a jail cell for something that was NOT my fault and have to wait for my bail to be paid. I have no phone, no purse, no nothing. So, long story short, I’m a bit fucked. 

Oh! But don’t worry I’ve been thrown, (literally thrown), in a cell with a dickhead because the jail cells are cramped so I’m stuck with him. I’ve taken the liberty of sitting as far away from him and making no eye contact. For all I know he killed someone, I mean it is extremely unlikely but still, who knows?

‘What you in for doll face?’ He says with a thick American accent. 

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Writing Commissions Now Open!

Howdy! I’m Calpurnia (blissey on AO3), and I’m trying to raise money to get out of a shitty home situation. Henceforth, I am opening commissions!  My flat rate is $5 per 1000 words, with a $5 add-on if gore or hard kink is requested. I will comfortably write anything, but my favourites are X-Men and F/F. If you’ve been looking for a new GreyPryde fic or day-dreaming about Jeanroro, look no further.

HERE is my AO3! Please note that I specialize in Stream of Consciousness. If you DO NOT want Stream of Consciousness, you will have to specify. I reserve to right to decline commissions if need be. In addition, I will not charge you extra if I write more than was commissioned. (I.E. I get carried away and turn a 5,000 word fic into a 10,000 word fic - you will only be charged for the requested 5,000.)

To commission me, please follow these steps:

  1. Fill out this form!
  2. Send me a message here on Tumblr with any details not included in the form.
  3. I will get in contact with you and we can hammer out the finite plan.
  4. Once a PayPal invoice is received, I will complete your commission!

That’s all! Please reblog and signal boost even if you cannot commission. My home situation is taking a serious toll on my mental and physical health and I need to get out ASAP. Thank you!

Battle of the Bards

Denizens of Ravnica! Tomorrow evening, there will be an intense duel between @thetalesofthereneverwood and @gardianforce! Musical notes will be slung across the hall as Frostwing Meadery hosts the first ever Ravnican Battle of the Bards! Singing and playing prowess will be decided on the stage in front of a tough crowd! How will the fine denizens of Ravnica respond? Find out tomorrow evening, just past sunset!

The rules are such:

1. One instrument of choice per contender

2. No choirs or other musicians

3. The crowd will decide who wins, using the volume of their cheers; volume aiding artifacts are not allowed

4. Each bard will sing 3 original songs, with at least one accompanied by their instrument

5. No magic, all contenders will be judged on their skill and merit

6. Everyone will buy at least one drink

If anyone has questions or gripes, let me know and we can hammer it out.

@actualborossoldier @serg-of-the-lily @digitalis-the-engineer @a-boros-named-seamus @shepherd-ivaria @poison-stripes @bobstropajo @pepperapb @lasav-the-sneakster

James Cassells: Too Hot

Request: Can you write an imagine where you play Too Hot wit James from AA? xx Too Hot is a game where the two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, s/he loses. The winner gets to do whatever s/he wants to the loser. You can decide who wins c: Thanks so much!


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me: publishes slightly negative kaidan post because it was a riff on a post from a few weeks ago

people in the tags: yaaas bathe in the blood of the filthy bisexual, willingly sacrificed for shep’s glory 

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Rick Grimes in Every Episode» Not Tomorrow Yet
We can work with the Hilltop. Maggie hammered out a deal. We’re getting food, eggs, butter, fresh vegetables. But they’re not just giving it away. These Saviors, they almost killed Sasha, Daryl, and Abraham on the road. Now, sooner or later, they would’ve found us, just like those Wolves did, just like Jesus did. They woulda killed someone or some of us. And then they would try to own us. And we would try to stop them. But by then, in that kind of fight, low on food, we could lose. This is the only way to be sure, as sure as we can get, that we win. And we have to win. We do this for the Hilltop, it’s how we keep this place. It’s how we feed this place.

Anyone have a gun they want me to work on?

I’m getting to the end of my gunsmithing school and I’ll be able to work on a few projects if anyone is interested. Check the #funsmithing and tag you can see some examples of my work.

If you want something built (please be fucking realistic) shoot me a message and we can hammer out details, pricing, shipping, etc. I graduate in February so this is a little time sensitive.

5sos shit 2
  • Luke: Hey it's my birthday
  • Ashton: Happy birthday buddy
  • Michael: Happy Birthday shit head
  • Ashton: Michael that's mean
  • Michael: I love you Lukey happy birthday
  • Calum: what's happening?
  • Ashton: It's Luke's birthday
  • Calum: Happy birthday mate
  • Luke: Can we go out and get hammered
  • Calum: Um…
  • Michael: Yeah don't let little Lukey drink stop growing up dipshit
  • Luke: I hate this band
  • (I don't like this one eh…)

Alright so here’s the scoop; daddy is a bit (a lot) tapped financially thanks to a number of things and, while I’m not in a situation that is entirely dire, I also have next to nothing to eat in the house, and a few things on my car that I need to replace in order to avoid getting another fine (it’s basically like paying 5$ versus paying $50 minimum). On top of the fact that I need gas for my now running car, I could use some cash.

SO if you want to help your boy out, let your boy return the favor with some art of your choosing. I’ve never really done commissions before, but I’m thinking of charging a flat $10 for basically whatever you want, provided it’s something I’m comfortable with drawing (basically excludes porn, mecha, heavy gore (though blood is fine), animals/furry). If what you want is something more simple like say a non colored piece I’m fine with dropping the price to accommodate.

If anybody is interested, feel free to message me on tumblr or send me an ask and we can hammer out the details. I may not get to you immediately but I’ll respond as soon as I possibly can.

Luke Imagine - No More Waiting Till 18

Requested: No, but I wanted to write something about the string bean’s birthday

Author: Brittanyyyyy


  • Like I said, this is in dedication to the baby of the band turning 18.
  • I was not prepared for that shit and now I’m fragile

No More Waiting Till 18 – Luke Imagine

“So my flight gets in very early tomorrow,” You said into the phone, talking to Luke, “Michael’s gonna pick me up so you can sleep as long as you’d like.”

Luke scoffed, “I can pick you up, babe. I can get up on time, I swear.” You laughed. “What’s so funny?” You could almost hear his pout on the other.

You twirled your hair as you spoke, “I’m not letting you pick me up. Tomorrow’s your birthday and you should be able to sleep in, ok?”

“Oh yeah,” Luke’s voice lowered, but you didn’t read his solemn tone over the line.

“You must be ecstatic,” You chirped with a huge smile on your face, “You’re finally gonna be able to party with the boys, like you’ve always wanted.”

Your boyfriend’s voice cracked as he replied, “Yeah, I can’t wait. We’re gonna party so hard. The best part is you flying out to see me though. I’ve missed you so much.”

Your cheeks burned crimson red. “Aw, love, I miss you too, but I should get some rest before my flight so I’m not a complete monster tomorrow.”

“You could never be monstrous,” He whispered into the microphone, “Night, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”


People swarmed the airport. It was a big week for vacationers and it was just crawling with tourists. A couple of girls came up to you, asking for a picture or questions about your relationship. You answered all of them gratefully, thankful that the fans were so nice to you. Pretty soon, you saw a tall guy with big sunglasses, a trench coat, and a fedora. You excused yourself from the fans and crept towards this figure. You saw tufts of green hair poking out from the hat and you chuckled. “Michael?” You whispered, “Is that you under there?”

He lifted his sunglasses to reveal those charming blue eyes you knew so well. “You know it,” The guitarist grinned and looped his arm in yours as he took your bag, “Shall we?” You nodded and skipped out of there, unseen.

Michael led you back to where the guys were staying, without running into any fans. “Luke’s still asleep,” He hushed his tone as you walked into his room, “Wake him up.”

You scurried over to Luke’s bedside and admired his relaxed, unconscious face. His mouth was open slightly and small snores escaped. You gently placed his hand over his mouth and pinched his nose as a not so sweet wake up. His breath came to a halt and he sat up gasping. “What the hell?” Luke panted with a small cough.

“Happy Birthday!” You cheered.

Your boyfriend glared at you for a couple of seconds before sighing. “You know, if you weren’t so fucking cute, I’d be mad,” Luke said with a tiny smile. He pulled you in close and fluttered your face with little kisses. “I’m so happy you’re here,” He whispered in his husky, morning voice.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” You gave him a passionate kiss on the lips, “It’s not everyday your boyfriend becomes a legal adult.”

Michael stepped in, “Yeah, come on, loser. Get ready so we can go out and get you absolutely hammered!” He scampered out of the room, leaving you and Luke alone.

You noticed Luke’s tired eyes and stroked his face. “I can’t go out yet,” He said bluntly.

“Why not?”

“I, uh,” Luke cleared his throat, “I can’t go out yet because I’m not 18 in America yet. I need to wait.”

You slumped your shoulders, “Oh. I thought we were going to start celebrating right away. Isn’t that what you want to do?”

Luke started panicking, “Yeah! I just thought I should be 18 everywhere, but you’re right. I’m going to go get ready and then we’ll head out.” He jumped out of bed, pecked your cheek, and disappeared into the bathroom.

You tried to wrap your head around why he was acting so weird, but couldn’t figure it out. A week ago, he wouldn’t shut up about his upcoming birthday and now he was avoiding it at all costs. You simply didn’t understand. The fact that he wouldn’t talk to you about it either, really made your head spin.

When he was ready, You, Luke, and the rest of the guys went out to a club. Almost immediately after walking through the door, Michael and Ashton ordered enough drinks for an army. “Drink up, Lukey!” Calum pinched the singer’s cheeks and slid two glasses towards him.

“You’re legal now!” Ashton laid a hand on Luke’s back, “Have fun, drink a bunch, and hook up with some girls.”

“Um, Ash?” You made your presence known, “His girlfriend’s right here.”

The drummer put his other arm around you and gave you a side-hug, “I’m just messing with you, Y/N.”

“I’ll be right back!” Luke shot up from the table, leaving everyone dumbfounded. The guys all looked at you to go do something. You instantly stood up, grabbed your purse, and tried to find him. The club was packed and you weren’t having much luck.

You rounded a corner and saw him. He looked so small. Luke was sitting down, pressed up against the wall, with his head back, and eyes closed. You sat down next to him and rubbed his knee. “Hey,” You whispered as he turned to look at you, “Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to be 18,” Luke confessed, “I’m so stressed out all the time, Y/N. I’ve been stressed since we started the band. I started being an adult when I was 16. Now that I’m a real, legal adult, I have to take on even more responsibility. I’m afraid I’m going to crack under pressure. I’m so scared. I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“Luke…” You sighed and put your head on his shoulder, “You need to take a step back and take a breath. Half of the stress you’re under is your own fault. You’re always so hard on yourself when you don’t need to be. It’s ok to do something for yourself every once in a while. No one will be disappointed in you.” He leaned his head on yours and intertwined his fingers into yours. “Now,” You said and put your hand on top of his, “Why don’t we get some alcohol in you?”

Luke untangled his giraffe legs, stood up, and lifted you as well. “You always know what to say,” He smiled, walking back to your table, “I love you.”

The boys had been eagerly waiting for your return. They looked at you for any news. All you said was, “Little Lukey’s ready to get crazy!”

They cheered and gave Luke glass after glass. Staying sober, you got to witness the insane antics the boys performed on this very special occasion. First, Luke hit on a fern tucked away in the corner, thinking it was you. “I don’t think I tell you enough,” He slurred at the plant, “You have the most beautiful eyes, Y/N.”

Later, the guys formed a four-man conga line. Nobody else was amused with their attempted dance, but you were in hysterics. The almost caused a riot actually. They congaed behind the bar and almost knocked over countless bottles of liquor.

Finally, they thought it was a good idea to do Karaoke. Michael went first and sang Slave 4 U by Britney Spears. He killed it. Calum sang some Usher song and Ashton screamed Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. When Luke took his turn, he first attempted to rap Lose Yourself by Eminem. It ended up sounding a lot like, “Palms sweaty… Weak and uh heavy… SPAGHETTI!!!” He gave up on that and asked for an easier song. You thought it would be funny to have the machine play Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. When he heard it, you saw his face drop, but he tried anyway. That ended like this, “aksjhkajdhksjbdgavkajhskhasb MAMAAAAAAAAAA OOOOoooooOOOooo!”

“Very good, babe,” You snickered as you helped Luke off the stage, “You could be in a band, you know.” He was too far-gone to understand your sarcasm and shot you a very confused look. “Ah, forget it,” You said with a laugh.

Luke’s eyes started to droop and you knew he was exhausted. “Y/N?” He whined, “Can we go home, now?” You nodded and led him out of the club. The rest of the guys followed you like puppies.

Once you got back, everyone was ready to pass out. You tucked Luke into bed after he had gotten sick in the toilet a couple times. You pulled a small box out of your bag and gave it to him. “I know you’re probably not going to remember opening this in the morning, but I wanted you to have it,” You said as his skinny fingers tore open the paper.

In the box was a worn blanket. Luke looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “My baby blanket. How’d you find this? I thought it was gone forever” He asked and held it close to him, inhaling the familiar scent.

“I went to your mom’s and we turned the place upside down looking for it,” You smiled and pushed his hair back, “I wanted you to have it so you don’t forget that you don’t always have to be an adult. I’ll give you your big presents when you’re sober, ok?”

“I love it,” Luke muffled into the hug he pulled you into. He looked at you with such love and caressed your cheek with his gentle hand, “You look like a penguin.”

“Ok, time for bed,” You giggled and got under the covers with him.

Luke buried his face into the pillow and held you close, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Happy Birthday, penguin boy.”

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Liz is open for writing commissions!

So many of you may know that I’m unable to hold a job down at the moment thanks to my mental health, also due to the difficulties of finding a job in a country where I don’t speak the language well enough. The one thing that I am able to reliably do is write, even when everything else is bad I can write.

I like to think that I’m at least reasonably good at it so I’d like to let you know that I’m open for commissions for anyone who is interested. That way you get writing and I get to earn money instead of not being useful at all and stop feeling like a waste of space to everyone around me!

So! If you’re interested in me writing the things that you want to see then click the read more for details (I don’t wanna stretch out people’s dash)

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