celebration of an ending

A Court of Lost Things 13

I decided to give you guys 13 today because I finished the whole fic and this is how i am celebrating! Woo! Sad to see it ended but happy to conclude their story.  Please check out fanfic ideas list and comment for me.  

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

        At dinner, I tugged Calev into the streets of Velaris and right to my favorite eatery.  We walked into the small bakery and I smile, breathing in the buttery scent of pastries.  The chatter was as bright and cheery as the store. The inside were filled with rustic tools from gardening and flowers were blooming under the windows.  I twirled to see Calev’s reaction but he is just staring at me in awe.  Smiling, I take in the well cut clothes he wore.  He looked like he truly belonged in his night court clothes.  The black tunic with silver trim showed off his tattoo beautifully.  Pants cut just right to show off his powerful thighs made me want to whisk him somewhere private.  My stomach rumbles, bringing me back to reality.  I tug him up to the counter where a plump, bronze skinned woman grins at me.  Her curly hair is pulled into a messy bun and flour is caught in her dark hair.

        “Seren! I’m so glad you’re back.  Business was dull without my best customer!”  I grin at her feeling like I am home.

        Calev and I sit in the moonlight, our toes buried in the sand as the waves crash onto the shore.  My fingers are sticky as I pop the last of the pastry in my mouth.  I go to put my hand in the sand but stop myself.  A groan comes from me as I look down at my hand in dismay when Calev grabs it.  Giving me a smirk, he sucks the glaze off my fingers.  My heart forgets how to beat as our eyes lock.  I cup his jaw with my other hand as I lean towards him,

but I freeze as a voice echoes through my head.  Jerking away, I glance around the beach finding it to be completely empty.

        “What is it?” At Calev’s worried tone, I turn back to him before-

        Why aren’t you at home?  

           My father.  

I grin and jerk Calev to his feet,  my arms going around his waist.

        “Hold onto me tightly.” I grin at him.  He does so and presses his lips to mine, a moan falls from my lips as his tongue slips into my mouth.  Those beautiful hands of his starts sliding lower as he pushes me against him.  My leg wraps around his waist as I feel the hardness of him against me.  Calev runs his teeth along my neck in just the way he knew I liked and I throw my head back when a voice echoes in my head yet again.  As I jerked up, his teeth cut my neck letting some blood flow down my chest.

        Hurry home!

        “Oh, Seren I am…” he’s cut off as he watches my wings flare out then we are aloft as I beat my wings.  The yelp that comes from my mate has a peal of laughter bursting from my throat.  I fly fast and hard to the townhouse, feeling Calev having a death grip on my waist.

        “Hold on tight, love.”  We plummet down and he buries his head in my shoulder as I flare my wings out and we catch an updraft over the clouds.  My eyes are closed as we soar through the clouds.  Slowly and softly, we land onto the porch of the townhouse.  When I pull away from Calev, his snowy hair is a mess and he has a scared look in his eye.  I giggle as I run my fingers through the tangled locks till it lays flat and calm again.

        “I’d never let you fall, my love.”  I kiss his nose as I say the words that makes his eyes go soft.  We kiss again before I pull away and skip up to the front door.  Throwing it wide I sing into the house,

        “I AM HOME!”  My mom peeks her head into the hallway with a huge grin splitting her beautiful face.  We run into each other’s arms, laughing and crying.  She kisses my forehead then pulls away from me when her eyes go to the cut on my neck.  Touching it, I hiss and pull away from her hand.

        “What happened?”  I blush furiously as she examines my wound.  Rubbing the back of my neck, I open my mouth when Calev comes in.  My mother’s eyes go to him instantly.  “Is this the prince?”  Calev gives a smile then sketches a bow.

        “Prince Calev Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn, my lady.”  I roll my eyes at his drama.  When I look at my mother I see her eyes go wide as she scents us then sees his fangs and my wound.

        “You’re…you are…”

        “Seren!  My child!”  I spin to see my father grinning, I dash towards him and leap into his arms.  Spinning me around, he gently puts me down when he notices Calev.  “You must be the Prince I have heard about.”

        “I suppose I am, though I hope it was good things.” Calev says.  Dad looks Calev over, noting the tattoos and the fangs.

        “Nice tattoos, different than ours.”

        “Actually I think they look a lot like Seren’s” he says and my face drains of color.

        “How do you know what my daughter’s tattoos look like?”  There is a dangerous glint to his violet eyes as he glares at my mate.  Dad takes a dangerous step toward Calev when I grab his arm.   He looks back at me and notes the scratch upon my neck.  That’s when he actually looks at me and scents me.  He stumbles back from me.  “You left only to bring your mate back.”  I am relieved of replying when Alistair comes into the house then with a pretty girl on his arm.  She was petite with long dark brown hair and slanted chocolate eyes.  The woman tucks her hair behind a pointed ear before stepping away from Alistair.  A smile lights up my face as I rush to hug her.  Zarena, my best friend and my cousin’s girlfriend.  She was actually his mate, but dopey Alistair didn’t see it yet.  We joked and whispered behind his back.

        “I missed you so much.” she cries into my shoulder.

        “And I, you.”  Zarena pulls away to look over my shoulder at Calev.  She looks back at me and grins.

        Sorry I found my mate before that dope realized he was yours, I give her an apologetic smile.

        Please, he will see it eventually.

        Yeah when you finally get him in bed, my grin had her blushing.

        “Will you two stop with the mind speak!”  Alistair laughed, hugging both of us.  He pulls back, taking Zarena with him.  She folds her arm around his waist as he kisses her head.  They are so sweet, I almost forget about my squeeze until he walks over to me.  My eyes find his, then with a deep breath I turn to my parents.

        “Mom, dad, this is Prince Calev of Terrasen.  My mate.  Also my idiot.”  I say.  Calev elbows me and chuckles before walking forward and holds his hand out to my father.  Dad looks down at his calloused hand and takes it.  Just when I think everything is rainbows, my dad jerks Calev toward him then whispers something in his pointed ear.  Calev pulls away with a nod, looking like he is struggling to hold his composure.  My fingers twitch as I ready myself to defend my mate.  It strikes me that I am willing to fight my DAD for my mate.  It disturbs me greatly.  My mom breaks the tension as she holds her hand out to Calev, who looks at it before smiling in relief as he takes her hand.  She jerks him toward her but instead of whispering, she hugs him tightly.  Her high lady tattoo showing as she wraps her arms around his neck.  When she pulls away, she is smiling brightly.

        “Welcome to the family!  I know it will be difficult not being with your family but I hope we will give you enough love to help you get through it.” she says to my mate.  I wipe at the tears on my face, relieved. Whatever I thought was going to happen, it was not this.  I had a family.  It was whole and loving as always, but now a little more complete.

 written by me

edited and cameoed by @crazy-fangirl16  (who also informed me that I need to be nicer to my characters)

A decade and more with Jessica

!0 whole years with Jessica on 5th August

How about a photo event to show Jessica will will support her for infinity? #ADecadeAndMoreWithJessica

Golden stars are celebrating 10 years with Jessica and will continue to support her till the end, till infinity. 

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juliet-the-velociraptor  asked:

Jeff and Annie for the "OTP takes a picture together" ficlet?

also requested by an anon and @bethanyactually :)

“i feel like i’m in high school again,” jeff complains as annie herds him and britta over to the semicircle of their formal-ready friends standing in front of the god-awful luis guzman statue. he definitely resents having to arrive this early to any greendale function, but especially a stupid fall formal meant to celebrate the end of daylight savings time.

“that’s kind of the point,” abed says, nodding at annie. she smiles back gratefully.

“thank you, abed. i didn’t get to go to my high school prom because of rehab, remember, jeff?”

“you don’t need to pull the guilt card,” jeff says, squeezing in on the end next to shirley. “i get why we’re doing this. i agreed to it, didn’t i?”

“yes, so stop complaining.”

“i wasn’t complaining,” jeff grumbles, unbuttoning and then re-buttoning the sleeve of his dress shirt.

“yet,” shirley says under her breath, but he still hears and nudges her arm with his elbow.

she smiles up at him, fake innocent. 

“okay, i’m setting the timer for fifteen seconds, so everybody be ready,” annie says, fiddling with the digital camera abed’s set up on a tripod. “it’s gonna take a bunch of photos all at once.”

when everyone grumbles their understanding, annie hits a button and then rushes over to the group. she stands right in front of jeff, smoothing down her hair before throwing her arm around britta’s waist.

“smile!” she says.

once she’s satisfied with the group shot – and since they still have at least 20 minutes before the dance is set to start – annie insists on getting a bunch of different groupings. the apartment 303 gang. then troy and abed alone. then a shot of the girls. then the seven of them together. and finally, her with every individual member of the study group.

for some reason, jeff actually feels kind of jittery by the time annie turns to him after handing the camera to abed – like’s he’s had one too many cups of coffee.

“are you going to fight me on this?” she asks seriously.

he rolls his eyes. “no.”

“you two have the perfect height difference for the classic prom pose,” abed says. “so i say we go for it.”

jeff makes a show of looking put out, but he actually doesn’t mind that idea. he minds it even less when annie leans into him.

“jeff, put your hands on annie’s waist,” abed directs.

“you have to micromanage everything, don’t you?” jeff says, but he does it without hesitation. 

abed comes to show them how the pictures turned out when he’s done, and jeff feels a smile creep up on him as they flip through the snapshots.

“they look good,” annie says, practically glowing with happiness. “thanks for letting us use your camera.”

“are you sending these to everyone?” jeff checks as nonchalantly as he can.

the look abed gives him makes jeff think it didn’t work very well. “once i’ve uploaded and edited them, yes.”

jeff nods like he doesn’t really care after all, but he kinda hopes that doesn’t take abed too long.

im rewatching yugyeoms grocery shopping episode and honestly i still cant get over that woman at the end asking him if hes a celebrity and telling him hes handsome and saying she’ll remember him 

anonymous asked:

how did Jason confess? percabeth and jasper were still a thing but, y'all ended up dating anyway

Jason and Percy laid on top of Percy’s cabin, exactly one year after the war had ended.  It was their celebration, their hoorah for winning against evil giants again.  They did this normally, stargazing.  Y’know, just friends, just bros, just two guys who happened to enjoy hanging out with each other.

But Jason didn’t just want that.  He wanted more.  He liked Percy, he liked him a lot but, Percy had a girlfriend.  Hell, Jason had a girlfriend too.

They laid there, silence enveloping them comfortably.  It was so calm and easy and Jason loved it.  But, the pit of his stomach said differently.

“Hey, Perce…”  The blond turned his head to face the Son of Poseidon, who also looked.

“Yeah, Jay?”

“If I were to tell you something, would you promise to not hate me?”  

Percy’s eyebrows knit together and he sat up, Jason following the suit.  “I mean, Sparky, bud, if it’s terrible, I can’t promise anything.  But, you’re a good guy, I don’t doubt it.”

“Um…”  Jason didn’t know where to start.  He scooched in front of Percy, both of them sitting cross legged, knees touching.  “Okay, I’m just gonna come out and say it.  I really like you.  Not with just the whole, ‘bros’ thing but, I really honestly like you.  And, I know that you have a girlfriend and I have a girlfriend but, I want to figure something out because, dammit, Perce, I just really like you for…  You, I guess.”

After Jason’s spiel, Percy watched Jason almost hesitantly.  The drifting feeling in Jason’s gut got worse, letting it settle quickly.  This wasn’t it good, he had fucked up.

And as suddenly as it had happened, Jason was pressed against the roof, Percy’s lips on his.  There was clicking teeth and biting and lots of messiness but that didn’t stop the two from their affection.  Percy’s hands sat on Jason’s neck, holding him close.  Jason couldn’t keep his hands from wandering. 

As soon as they split apart, red faced and panting, Percy began to grin ferociously.

“Gods, Jason, I’ve been waiting forever to do that.  Annie knows about my big-ass crush on you,” he explained, laughing.  Jason perked up.

“I talked to Piper as well…”

“Good,” Percy started.  “That means I can do this.”  And with that, he leaned against Jason again, pressing another kiss to his lips.  And what a wonderful night it was.


(AstroMod note: i just wrote y’alls a fuCKING ONE SHOT.  BE HAPPY.)

This Day in History: Juneteenth is the oldest known celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United Sates. Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19th that the Union soldiers landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation.

“It was a simple story, about a boy who was lost, and a girl who was broken. They fought alongside a survivor, a war veteran, and a fallen knight. I led them into battle against an evil so terrible, it tried to black out the stars. We fought for each other. We fought for those who could not. But we never imagined it would end like this.”

~Hera Syndulla

Soulmate AU where:

When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’

If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.

If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.

You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because 'oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’

You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.

When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’

One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.

One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’

You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’

You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.

After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’

You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.

You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.

They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’

Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.

Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’

And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.

Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’

Something like that.

Maybe I’m not the right person to say this as a black man but,

I hope the success of Wonder Woman doesn’t just mean more women are directing superhero movies, but are given the chance to direct/write movies from the many other franchises that exist like Mission Impossible, Transformers, Star Wars, Anything in this Dark Universe Universal is doing, a big budget Monster movie with Godzilla and King Kong, James Bond, I heard they are rebooting Resident Evil let’s let a talent woman director like Jennifer Kent with her horror background tackle that, Terminator (cause they just won’t ever let that go), Alien, Fast and Furious, and so many other I can’t even name them all. Or you know give them a big budget to adapt a popular book like Ava DuVernay is currently doing with A Wrinkle in Time, or let them have their own stories we need more original voices, or let them build their own unique franchises. And if they fail, let them try again cause lord knows even the best male directors and writers fail at times and they are still given multiple chances. We all should celebrate Wonder Woman’s success, but know it’s not the end of a long journey to true equality for women in Hollywood. 

                                                                                                                              “Graduation weekend was a nightmare.  My parents haven’t spoken to each other since my dad had an affair.  Yet they both wanted to come to the ceremony.  So we spent the whole weekend together.  Except they didn’t speak a word to each other.  It was ninety percent silence and ten percent me talking about nothing.  The celebration dinner was the worst.  Nobody said a word.  I ended up drinking a lo…t of tequila.  I tried to fill the silence by commenting on every single dish on the menu.  I made several observations about my pasta.  Then I spent an hour ‘looking’ for the perfect dessert place on Yelp.  I’m pretty sure at some point I even pulled out the subway map and described how the entire system worked.”

All We Can Do
crystal-geometry
All We Can Do

A cheeky song about Garnet (and the others) looking after baby Steven!

Tagging the usual crowd plus some who I think might like it: @bluespacequeen @jen-iii @jasper-jen @basicblokc @harley-stuck-30

This is based on two one-shots, whose writers have very kindly let me use. The first is this one by @cardassian-andorian - the first verse is basically lifted from it (with adjustments for rhyming). The second is A Moment of Rest by @squaremomgsquad. Both are lovely adorable pieces with a wholesome dose of Rupphire as well, so go read them and leave all the reviews! The rest of the song is my own stuff. It’s also the first I’ve recorded with my new mic so I hope the buzz is slightly less!

If you like this song, check out my other 2 Steven Universe fansongs!


Lyrics (cut because it’s very wordy):

He’s on the warp pad, in the fridge, he’s on the couch, he’s on the ladder

He’s outside, inside, on the roof, floor, television, kitchen counter

He’s crawling everywhere, and Garnet’s got to keep her wits about her - her future vision’s going wild…

Keep reading

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So this is love, so this is what makes life divine…

Letting go of someone who’s not good for you

1. Write down all the reasons why you think it’s bad for you to keep on being a part of this love relationship.

2. Try to call to mind the pain and hurtful memories, and all the times you’ve wished that your heart was free again.

3. Identify and list all the different ways you’ve changed, and become less of your self with this person’s in your life.

4. Remind yourself of how you’ve tried to try to keep the love alive – and how it hasn’t worked, or left you feeling satisfied.

5. Think about and celebrate the ways you think you’ll change if you can end things now, and can love somebody else.

6. Image being strong enough to make a lasting break, and doing what is best for the “you” you want to be.

7. Think of things you’ll do to fill the void it leaves behind – so you are not pulled back when you’re hit with loneliness.

8. Remember what was good – for not everything was bad. Be thankful for the lessons, and the memories you have.

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One year ago at this time, 2:02am ET, Omar Mateen entered the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, FL, and proceeded to murder 49 people and injure 53.

All autopsy reports showed that the victims were shot either from the side or from the front, at a close distance, multiple times.  More than one-third were shot in the head.  There were over 200 gunshot wounds in the 49 fallen.  It wasn’t until Septemeber of last year that the last surviving victim was released from hospital.

The attack is the deadliest mass shooting by a single shooter in United States history; the deadliest incident of violence against lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) people in the history of the United States - surpassing the 1973 UpStairs Lounge arson attack - and the deadliest terrorist attack in the United States since the September 11 attacks in 2001.

It bothers me, and most of the LGBTQ community I would imagine, that such hatred still exists toward us in 2016/2017.  In a time of political drama everyday, media tet-e-tets, and social firestorms, it’s more crucial than ever to maneuver in love, and strength, and understanding.  Be strong, but don’t be stupid.  Be alert, but don’t be scared.  It breaks my heart that so many of us are still facing abusive interactions from random people and family.  Where in the hell does it end?  

Let’s never forget, and celebrate the lives of, the fallen.

  • Stanley Almodovar III, age 23
  • Amanda Alvear, 25
  • Oscar A. Aracena-Montero, 26
  • Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33
  • Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21
  • Martin Benitez Torres, 33
  • Antonio D. Brown, 30
  • Darryl R. Burt II, 29
  • Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24
  • Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28
  • Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez, 31
  • Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25
  • Luis D. Conde, 39
  • Cory J. Connell, 21
  • Tevin E. Crosby, 25
  • Franky J. Dejesus Velazquez, 50
  • Deonka D. Drayton, 32
  • Mercedez M. Flores, 26
  • Juan R. Guerrero, 22
  • Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22
  • Paul T. Henry, 41
  • Frank Hernandez, 27
  • Miguel A. Honorato, 30
  • Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40
  • Jason B. Josaphat, 19
  • Eddie J. Justice, 30
  • Anthony L. Laureano Disla, 25
  • Christopher A. Leinonen, 32
  • Brenda L. Marquez McCool, 49
  • Jean C. Mendez Perez, 35
  • Akyra Monet Murray, 18
  • Kimberly Morris, 37
  • Jean C. Nieves Rodriguez, 27
  • Luis O. Ocasio-Capo, 20
  • Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez, 25
  • Eric I. Ortiz-Rivera, 36
  • Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32
  • Enrique L. Rios Jr., 25
  • Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37
  • Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, 24
  • Christopher J. Sanfeliz, 24
  • Xavier E. Serrano Rosado, 35
  • Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, 25
  • Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34
  • Shane E. Tomlinson, 33
  • Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25
  • Luis S. Vielma, 22
  • Luis D. Wilson-Leon, 37
  • Jerald A. Wright, 31