chase racing

Another thing I love about TAZ, they have (accidentally or not) turned out an interpretation of elves that matches the traditional Mischievous Unknowable Tricksters much more than the Tolkien elves that DnD usually ends up with. 

Taako is the foremost example because he’s the main character, but he’s this glamorous, prickly, powerful weirdo with his own specific and slightly off-center moral code. He’s rob a corpse but not a bank. He likes doing things purely to spite other people. He refuses to do what he’s told, and will sometimes do things no one expects for seemingly random reasons. Even more than the rest of the Boys, he’s a very chaotic but in a consistent way. And he feeds off of attention, he’s an entertainer at heart. 

Jenkins seems more straight laced, but by the end of his arc he’s a trickster as well. He uses his wits and magic to play a game and that game is called “steal things and kill people”. He makes convoluted plans and even though he has a steady job seems to enjoy the thrill of the “perfect crime”. Like Taako, he’s doing this because he’s bored

Same thing with the possibly elven Sloane. She’s a principled thief in it all for the joy of the chase. She runs illegal races because she enjoys it, and she clearly likes the attention a lot. She’s not high and mighty, she’s a storm of a person who comes in and throws everything off course. She’s unpredictable but does have her own logic- Hurley has a pretty good grasp of her psyche. It’s just not quite the same logic everyone else uses. 

Then you have Lydia and Edward, who might not actually be elves but are definitely playing off of expectations of them. Human twins in the forest running a weird magical death game? Suspicious. Dwarves doing the same thing? Super suspicious. But elves are strange and capricious and live for a very long time. Sometimes they just pull stunts like that. And Lydia and Edward definitely play up their garishness and glamour, they use appearances and bright colours and music and gaudiness to distract from what they’re really doing. Only in the final battle do we see them dressing down, they’ve finally put away the props and costumes and are playing for keeps. 

They’re a lot more involved in their world and as major characters we know them a lot better, but the elves of The Adventure Zone could easily slide into myths about strange and beautiful creatures who do everything for kicks and can’t be contained or understood. 

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia@war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur… You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn’t have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn’t even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn’t even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn’t expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn’t. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

“That’s it baby girl,” The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

“I’m so close baby,” he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn’t see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

“Fucking Park Jimin,” You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

Tom’s  bedtime story.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Alternative fact, Tom story. Pure fluff and nonsense.

(If you want to read just the Tom story and not the children’s book he writes, please feel free to miss out the bits in italics)

Tom stared at the computer and hoped the words would come, when he’d started writing this children’s story he’d been full of ideas but now they seemed to been blown out of his head like the seeds on a dandelion and where they had ended up, who knew?

Esmeralda Hamster had been a story he’d already made up and told to his young niece when she had been bullied in the playground, so when they had suggested to him he write his own Cbeebies story to read at the bedtime slot, he’d jumped at the chance.

Now two days before going to see the lady who was meant to be illustrating it for him, he’d yet to find the end, or more to the point he knew the bloody end but not how to word it.

British press would love that he thought “Tom Hiddleston lost for words!”

Right make coffee, get packet of HobNobs and dig in. Bentley purred round his legs as he watched the kettle boil.

“Sorry old friend I’m late feeding you” Tom picked up the tabby held him against his famous black Cardigan and rubbed  between the cats ears.

“Ok feller let’s get you fed and me back to work”

Tom took his coffee and biscuits into his office, settled down at his messy desk and reread what he had already come up with.


Esmeralda Hamster was small of that there was no doubt, and being so tiny had its problem. She could be easily overlooked by others and equally as easily be pushed around by those who were bigger.

Draco was bigger. A large dog who ruled the household that Esmeralda lived in. 

Esmeralda Hamster lived in a house with many pets and good owners but good owners don’t always see what going on between pets and Draco was a bully. He demanded that all pets give him the best of everything. He even demanded that Oscar the squirrel who lived in the three in the back garden, should steal food from other gardens and houses for him. And as we all know stealing is wrong.

Draco loved to punish those who didn’t do as he commanded them. The one-time Esmeralda Hamster had disobeyed him, he’d surrounded her cage with pillows and trapped her in, so barely any air could get to her. It was only the bravery of Duncan the house rabbit, who had saved her by pushing one of the cushions just back far enough to let more air in.

Enough was enough and although Esmeralda was small she had decided to act.



And that’s where Tom was stuck, he knew where he wanted it to go but the words would not come. 

Munching on a HobNob and staring at the blank screen he decided to phone his niece and have a chat.

“Hi Tiger, how are you?” He asked when his sister had handed his favourite girl the phone.

“Mummy says you are writing the story you told me and it’s going to be read on Cbeebies, is that true….my story!?”

“Yup, but Uncle Yay Monster is a little bit stuck, so could you retell the story to me from where Esmeralda has decided to stop Draco, please”

Tiger was only too happy to retell her big loopy uncle, his story and half hour later and after some plot embellishments that he didn’t remember Tom was back on track.

“Thank you, Tiger I owe you an ice cream” he said his good byes and got back to it.


The next Time Draco went out for his afternoon walk Esmeralda called a meeting of all the family pets including Oscar the squirrel. 

“It’s time we did something about Draco, it’s time we stopped his bullying so we can all live in peace” she announced as loudly as she could.

“But how do we stop a bully when we are all so small?” asked Florence the gerbil, her sister Molly nodding in agreement

“We show him to our owners for what he is, we tell on him”

“And how do we do that?” shouted Duncan

“I have a plan!” And with that she explained her brave idea.

The animals listened, nodded lots and decided to carry out the plan that very night when the owners were all watching telly in the same room.

Draco came back from his walk and took his afternoon nap on Lily the cats bed. When he awoke in the early evening, he started making demands as he always did.

But this time the animals in one chorus said No! Everything he demanded got the same reply No!

“You will all pay for this when the owners go to bed he growled at them.

You have to catch us first said Esmeralda and with that all the pets shot off in different directions, around the room.

Draco was angry, 

Draco was not pleased, Draco would show these animal who was boss, and he started to chase them.

Draco raced after Duncan the house rabbit who hid under the desk, then dashed out again as Draco set his sights on the gerbils.

Molly and Florence looked terrified and only just managed to avoid Draco jaws by scurrying under the sofa.

All the animals headed for Lilly the cat who stood by the door, and when all the animal where in front of Draco running for their lives, she jumped up and grabbed the handle pulling it down and the door swung open.

The pets all dashed through to the telly room and huddled in a corner looking scared as a growling Draco loomed over them.

“Draco what are you doing!?” Came the owners voice, the dog looked around to find the whole family that had been watching telly, were now glaring at him.

Draco had been caught red pawed and he now had to pay the price. He would never again be allowed free range of the house, so that he couldn’t bully the other pets.

Draco had to live in the kitchen, sleeping on the mat, or be out in the garden away from the others.

From that day, there was no more bullying and all the pets lived happily ever after. Esmeralda being the happiest of them all, knowing that being small you could still make a difference.



Yes it was done! after a celebratory HobNob, he phoned Luke and told him the good news.

Two days later Tom was at the door  of the illustrator house, manuscript in hand.

In his head he had painted her as a short cuddly, lady with curly hair and brown eyes in her middle-age.

When the door opened he found a lady that did indeed have big brown eyes but she was tall with long dark haired and in her late twenties. She was very colourfully dressed, very pretty, and had a  fantastic smile.

“Hi Tom, I’m Maxine, Max to you, come on in.

They walked into a book lover’s dream, as every wall of the house was covered in shelves laden with books on every subject you could wish for. If Tom hadn’t been there on a mission he’d have been in those shelves in seconds.

Max saw him eye up her treasures and laugh,

“My excuse when I by yet another book, is I need as much inspiration as I can get. Now I will make us a coffee then you can read me the story. Please give all the characters the voices you see them with as it helps me with drawing them.

Coffee and HobNobs served, Tom was beginning to really like Max,

Tom settled down on a floofy colourful sofa, and began reading in his Cbeebies story voice, with different ones for all the characters. 

Max grinned at him, as Tom then explained as best he could, how he saw each animal. She did quick sketches of each, changing bits that Tom didn’t like or adding bits that Tom wanted.

Three hours later, most of those spent huddled side by side on the old sofa, she had the rough idea of what he wanted. And Tom had a very good idea what he’d like but he left it there and went back to his house for one and a cat.

Several weeks later Max phoned to ask him back to see the finished pictures. Amazingly Tom found he was suddenly free (after cancelling Luke) that very afternoon and could be there anytime Max wanted, He arrived at her door with a cake from his favourite bakery and prayed she’d like it.

Max took him into her warm inviting home and made them both coffee, this time she took him into the room she used for drawing which extended onto a conservatory. 

The room had a large table in it and more shelves, more books and loads of paper, pens, and artist gear, which to Tom had no rhyme or reason to their placement but made perfect Sense to Max.

On the table was an artist Pad, Max opened it and nervously showed the bright watercolour pictures off one by one, each time looking at Tom for a reaction. 

Tom just stared, Max had captured each little creature as he’d seen them in his head, and then set them in scenes on the page, just as he had imagined them to be. 

Tom would be the first to tell you his artistic abilities were zero, so he was always enamoured of others who could, and Max most definitely could.

“They are just as I saw them, they are beautiful, you really brought them to life thank you” without thinking he gave her the Hiddles hug, an all-encompassing, rib cracking, hold that left you in no doubt that you’d been Hiddled.

He let her go and seeing she looked a little flustered, did the next thing the Hiddles is known for.

“Oh, um, sorry, got a bit carried away, just really pleased with what you’ve done it’s awesome!”

He now have the cute smacked puppy look and Max just laughed.

“Maybe just a warning before the next one” she said and before putting his brain in gear Tom blurted out,

“Oh do I get another one then” 
“Buy me lunch and you just might” came the reply.

Eight months later Tiger sat in front of the family TV  with Toms sister and mum. Together they watch Uncle Yay Monster, kill off female kind by telling a bedtime story in his old cuddly Cardigan. The one that Tiger loved to snuggle into, that had the warm male, safe, smell of Tom and he wore the glasses that made him look more daddyish and approachable.

He told her story really well, even if he had left out some of the extra bits she’d added but she could question him on that tomorrow when he came round with Max for a family lunch.

(picture not mine I just played)

tagging firstly the people who made me do this after the Whats Tom doing post

@enchantedbyhiddles @tegwin @darksidekitty

then @inkededucatednnerdy @abfoster1s @anovidelonghi @ancientfinnishgoddess @aggro-femme @archy3001 @antyc67 @aliceada @bluegrasscontessa @booksandcatslover @damageditem @dorito82 @feelmyroarrrr @frenchblondgirl @eve1978 @echantedbytwh @heathermc13 @izhunny @larouau12 @lolawashere @lostinspace33 @maevecurrywrites @marveloznerd @mrshiddelston @october-green @oeffsee @ourladybinxthings @peskipixi @prplprincez @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks @servent-alearika @sf0206 @siyoteodiara @the-haven-of-fiction @the-lady-mischief @tinaferraldo @tomforachange @tomkurbikston @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @neither-blue-nor-green @lordjohnandtom @nuggsmum @kellarter 

‘Guardians’ sequel has big laughs and heart

Marvel Studio’s popular ever-expanding franchise of interconnected superhero adventures is full of outlandish characters with extraordinary abilities, but “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2” still represents the Marvel Cinematic Universe at its most quirky and uninhibited.

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  65. Mark — label, tag, price, ticket, impress, effect, trace, imprint, stamp, brand, sign, note, heed, notice, designate
  66. Mischievous — prankish, playful, naughty, roguish, waggish, impish, sportive
  67. Move — plod, go, creep, crawl, inch, poke, drag, toddle, shuffle, trot, dawdle, walk, traipse, mosey, jog, plug, trudge, slump, lumber, trail, lag, run, sprint, trip, bound, hotfoot, high-tail, streak, stride, tear, breeze, whisk, rush, dash, dart, bolt, fling, scamper, scurry, skedaddle, scoot, scuttle, scramble, race, chase, hasten, hurry, hump, gallop, lope, accelerate, stir, budge, travel, wander, roam, journey, trek, ride, spin, slip, glide, slide, slither, coast, flow, sail, saunter, hobble, amble, stagger, paddle, slouch, prance, straggle, meander, perambulate, waddle, wobble, pace, swagger, promenade, lunge
  68. Moody — temperamental, changeable, short-tempered, glum, morose, sullen, modish, irritable, testy, peevish, fretful, spiteful, sulky, touchy
  69. Neat — clean, orderly, tidy, trim, dapper, natty, smart, elegant, well-organized, super, desirable, spruce, shipshape, well-kept, shapely
  70. New — fresh, unique, original, unusual, novel, modern, current, recent
  71. Old — feeble, frail, ancient, weak, aged, used, worn, dilapidated, ragged, faded, broken-down, former, old-fashioned, outmoded, passé, veteran, mature, venerable, primitive, traditional, archaic, conventional, customary, stale, musty, obsolete, extinct
  72. Part — portion, share, piece, allotment, section, fraction, fragment
  73. Place — space, area, spot, plot, region, location, situation, position, residence, dwelling, set, site, station, status, state
  74. Plan — plot, scheme, design, draw, map, diagram, procedure, arrangement, intention, device, contrivance, method, way, blueprint
  75. Popular — well-liked, approved, accepted, favourite, celebrated, common, current
  76. Predicament — quandary, dilemma, pickle, problem, plight, spot, scrape, jam
  77. Put — place, set, attach, establish, assign, keep, save, set aside, effect, achieve, do, build
  78. Quiet — silent, still, soundless, mute, tranquil, peaceful, calm, restful
  79. Right — correct, accurate, factual, true, good, just, honest, upright, lawful, moral, proper, suitable, apt, legal, fair
  80. Run — race, speed, hurry, hasten, sprint, dash, rush, escape, elope, flee
  81. Scared — afraid, frightened, alarmed, terrified, panicked, fearful, unnerved, insecure, timid, shy, skittish, jumpy, disquieted, worried, vexed, troubled, disturbed, horrified, terrorized, shocked, petrified, haunted, timorous, shrinking, tremulous, stupefied, paralyzed, stunned, apprehensive
  82. Show — display, exhibit, present, note, point to, indicate, explain, reveal, prove, demonstrate, expose
  83. Slow — unhurried, gradual, leisurely, late, behind, tedious, slack
  84. Stop — cease, halt, stay, pause, discontinue, conclude, end, finish, quit
  85. Story — tale, myth, legend, fable, yarn, account, narrative, chronicle, epic, sage, anecdote, record, memoir
  86. Strange — odd, peculiar, unusual, unfamiliar, uncommon, queer, weird, outlandish, curious, unique, exclusive, irregular
  87. Take — hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, prefer, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume
  88. Tell — disclose, reveal, show, expose, uncover, relate, narrate, inform, advise, explain, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, recount, repeat
  89. Think — judge, deem, assume, believe, consider, contemplate, reflect, mediate
  90. Trouble — distress, anguish, anxiety, worry, wretchedness, pain, danger, peril, disaster, grief, misfortune, difficulty, concern, pains, inconvenience, exertion, effort
  91. True — accurate, right, proper, precise, exact, valid, genuine, real, actual, trusty, steady, loyal, dependable, sincere, staunch
  92. Ugly — hideous, frightful, frightening, shocking, horrible, unpleasant, monstrous, terrifying, gross, grisly, ghastly, horrid, unsightly, plain, homely, evil, repulsive, repugnant, gruesome
  93. Unhappy — miserable, uncomfortable, wretched, heart-broken, unfortunate, poor, downhearted, sorrowful, depressed, dejected, melancholy, glum, gloomy, dismal, discouraged, sad
  94. Use — employ, utilize, exhaust, spend, expend, consume, exercise
  95. Wrong — incorrect, inaccurate, mistaken, erroneous, improper, unsuitable

If you still think that you are not able to transfer some of your emotions and thoughts to your friends or family in a perfect way and feel very uncomfortable about that feelings you may take a look:

http://dunyaminsinirlari.tumblr.com/post/127982187867/pratik-kelime-listesi-useful-word-list

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This is an idea I came up with a week ago while I was watching a TV show. I apologize for two Newsies posts in a row, but, these are for my fellow fansies! Love you guys and this fandom so much.

I get to go see the show on my birthday (March 3), so get ready for a lot more posts after that!
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The warm summer night wind tosses your hair softly around your shoulders as you walk down the street. The feel of the soft dirt road crunching comfortably under your boots and the familiar noise of New York City helps soothe you somewhat. Who you’re about to see will help calm you down too.

Work was hard today.

After graduating college last year, you got a job as the head photographer at The Sun. At least, that’s what you thought. Your job title is Head Photographer, but what you do has almost nothing to do with photography at all. Your boss never lets you out of the office to take pictures of the latest stories, but rather it’s your job to manage the men who go out every day, taking mediocre, uninteresting pictures. Of course, you would lose your job if you ever said that to their faces, though.

You pick up your pace when you realize how close you are to Jack’s usual selling spot. It’s about seven o'clock, but he should still be out; he’s usually one of the last ones to head back to the lodging house. Turning the corner, you see Jack standing in the middle of the market, pape held high as he hawks out today’s headline. Just as you thought.

He catches sight of you walking towards him and grins, sauntering over to meet you halfway. You both stop in front of each other, smiling in a way that onlookers know how in love you both are with each other for a good ten seconds before he asks: “Care for today’s pape, miss?”

“How about a walk?”

Jack smiles softly. “Anythin’ for the lady.” He stuffs his last paper in his bag before wrapping a strong arm around your waist. The two of you walk out of the noisy market place. “There’s somethin’ I’s been meanin’ ta show ya.”

You don’t respond, just shift closer to Jack for comfort as the two of you walk. He turns his head and looks down at you worriedly. “You alright, (y/n)?”

Sighing, you shake your head. “No.”

He stops walking and you stop with him, but don’t turn your head to face him. You keep your head down and feel his warm, calloused hands take yours. He steps in front of you and bends down slightly so he’s looking you in the eye. His concerned brown eyes ask you if you’re alright while his voice asks: “What happened?”

You shake your head. “It’s just not easy being head photographer when they won’t even let me do my job because I’m a woman.” Jack’s eyes flicker with realization and then understanding, but you continue on before he can reply: “I just don’t get why it should be any different.

“Even after I took that picture for Katherine’s story for your guys’ strike, I still get nothing.” You laugh exasperatedly. “She’s over there ruling the headlines of The World, while I’m stuck at the Sun watching as Jarvis and Lance–”

“(y/n).”

“–bring in mediocre, boring pictures everyday.”

“(y/n).”

“They expect to just show up with a camera and–”

“(y/n)!” Jack says loudly, cutting you off from your rant.

(e/c) eyes widening, you quickly look down at your intertwined hands. Jack and you have only been together for about two months (two months after the strike), that was completely out of line. “I’m so sorry, Jack. That was not ladylike at all.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a moment before Jack laughs. You look up at him slowly, and his amused eyes lock with your surprised ones. He lets go of your hands and wraps an arm around your shoulders as the two of you continue to walk again.

“(y/n), I don’t care if you’s ladylike or if ya ain’t,” he says, still grinning. “One of the best things about ya is that ya speak your mind.” He pauses. “And, you’s right about your job.”

“Really?”

He nods, and the two of you turn the corner, down the street the lodging house is on. “For sure. You worked twice as hard as those bums, you deserve to be out there doin’ the job of a real photographer.”

You look up at the sky, sighing in exasperation. “Then what should I do?”

Jack follows your gaze up and puffs out his bottom lip in thought, making you giggle. “Well,” he starts, stepping in front of you and taking your hands again, making you stop walking. “I say you take your own pictures for the stories and show them to your boss wit’ the pictures the men took. Let him decide whose is better, which will most definitely be yours.” He winks at you and you smile.

You nod and pull him in for a hug. He always knows what to say. “Thanks, Jack.”

After the two of you pull away from the embrace, Jack smiles softly down at you. “Anytime, (y/n). Now come on, I gots somethin’ ta show ya.”

Looking up, you notice that you’ve been standing in front of the Lodging House for the past five minutes. You follow Jack up the stone steps and he opens the door for you. Stepping over the threshold, you’re immediately met with the sound of shouting, chaotic newsboys.

The first thing you notice is a very angry looking Race chasing after a cackling Albert, who seems to have taken one of the older boy’s cigars. Again. “Give it back, ya punk!” Race yells.

Davey sits a wooden chair in the corner of the room, one hand holding the book he’s currently reading and the other holding an antsy, pouting Les in place so he doesn’t get caught up in the fight. Specs, Finch, Romeo, and some of the other boys are all watching the chase, yelling out their insults and/or encouragements for the two sides.

Crutchie’s the first to notice you enter from where he leans against the wall near the ladder. His trademark grin spreads across his whole face, making you feel even better about today. The way his eyes twinkle and his whole being just lights up when he smiles just makes everything better.

You take the couple of steps over to your best friend (and Jack’s brother), and join him in watching the brawl. “How are you?” he asks casually.

Shrugging, you press yourself closer to the wall briefly as Romeo comes flying past you. Albert passes the cigar to him, and Race’s face turns a whole new shade of red that you didn’t think was even humanly possible to accomplish. “I’m okay,” you reply.

All of a sudden, Romeo turns his back on Race for one second to say something to Specs, and Race tackles him to the ground. You wince at the huge thud that sounded when the two of them hit the floor, and the rest of the boys all yell even louder and jump in on opposite sides of the fight, insults flying everywhere as they wrestle.

“Race, get off, get off!”

“Rome, I’m gonna kick your skinny little–”

You notice Jack walk into the room out of the corner of your eye, and turn your head just in time to see his eyes narrow at the pile of newsies. “Hey!” He shouts. Just that one word from their leader is enough to still the boys. “What’s going on here, huh?”

Various versions of the situation all come flooding out of the boys’ mouths, and you smile. Jack, however, just crosses his arms and yells, “Quiet down!” They all immediately shut up, and Jack rolls his eyes, turning to look at where Davey still sits, reading a book. “Dave?”

Not even looking up, the brainiac responds: “Al took Race’s cigar, again, and after a chase, they all took sides and ended up in this position.”

“Thank you,” Jack says. He turns back to the rest of the boys, who are now standing up and glaring at each other. “Now, can’t you act civilized around a lady?”

“Your goil, you mean, Jackie?” Race butts in, and you roll your eyes slightly, trying to cover up your blush.

Jack rolls his eyes at Race. “Ah, shut up you. (y/n) and I will be upstairs on the roof. Crutchie’s in charge.” The boys roll their eyes and mumble to each other behind Jack’s back as he walks back over to you and takes your hand. After saying goodbye to Crutchie, the two of you begin to make your way up to the roof, with the sound of catcalls and protests trailing behind you.
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“Ya see how the lights just kinda fade off into nothin’?”

Lifting your head off of Jack’s shoulder, you look at his face, beautifully lit by the moon that hangs peacefully over the city tonight, and the lights of the city beneath you. His eyebrows are cinched together as he ponders, looking off into the distance. Squeezing his hand, you look where he’s looking, and, for the first time, notice how the bright lights of the city do slowly fade off into the horizon. “Yeah, I see.”

Jack smiles dreamily, letting his head fall back a little bit, eyes never leaving the horizon. “That’s where I was going.”

“Was?” You ask.

He turns his head to look at you and grins, taking your other hand in his. “Was.” You snuggle back into his side, letting the comforting feel of your hands in his wash over you. “I had this dream, (y/n). Before the strike, I was goin’ ta Santa Fe. The most beautiful, most green city out west.”

“Crutchie once told me about Santa Fe,” you mumble into his shoulder, still not looking up. “What happened to it?”

His shoulders move up and down as he chuckles a little bit. “I found you.” You lift your head up and look at him with wide eyes. You certainly weren’t expecting that answer. He chuckles nervously and lifts your hands to his chest, and you blush.

“(y/n), from the moment you walked in the room, I realized I got a new dream. Love at first sight’s for suckers. At least, it used to be.” You giggle and his eyes brighten at the sound. “But, seriously. You had my heart the minute ya walked in. And (y/n)… You are my Santa Fe.”

Your heart swells with love. “I-”

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you passionately, letting your hands go so one of his can cradle your cheek, and the other can pull you closer to him by your waist. You weave one of your hands into his hair, feeling his gray cap slide off as you kiss, and your other hand wraps around his waist. The two of you are pressed so tightly together, you’re thankful you’re on a rooftop so only the stars and the moon can see you.

After a couple of minutes, you pull away from the kiss, breathless and blushing, and still stealing small ones from each other. He presses his forehead to yours and smiles softly. “I love you, (y/n). So much.”

Giggling, you peck his lips one more time. “I love you too.”

he tells you he loves you
with cold hands and blood
on his lips. he drips gold,
gaudy and gory, but he softens
under your touch, which has
only ever been destructive. you
are both rotten things, and
you both love too much.

he tells you he loves you
over the sounds of screams.
the thrill of the chase, of the
adrenaline racing through your 
veins; maybe this is love, maybe 
it is something else entirely, but
it fills your body with ecstasy
 and you crave more, more,
more, until you are full of it.

he tells you he loves you
late at night, when no one
else can hear. he does so with
a gentle voice and fearful eyes,
and you know you love him too.
you also know that he lies for a 
living, that it is all he knows.
he is fake, an expensive facade 
spread across your sheets.
you love him anyway.

he tells you he loves you
with your blood on his hands.
the end is as catastrophic as your
love was, bloody and destructive
and loud, the only way you know
how. he was always going to be
the death of you. you were always 
going to be the death of him.
you both go out the only way 
possible for lovers such as 
yourselves: 

with a bang.

—  fate is a load of shit, anyway.