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My All-Time Top Ten Favourite Fanfics

I’ve thought about doing this list for quite a while now. Let me tell you why. 

Being part of a fandom is, for the most part, quite awesome. However, being a fanfic writer can be quite daunting and discouraging, especially if you don’t get the feedback you’re looking for. As a writer myself, I just want to spread the love and point people towards some amazing, amazing works I’ve loved and have been inspired by since I was a mere thirteen year-old discovering for the first time. I really, really hope you guys check these stories out. In my humble opinion, they are even better than some original novels that have been published over the years. (*cough* Twilight *cough*) 

At the end of the post, I’ve tagged TEN people here on Tumblr. I hope these people who are tagged will share ten of their all-time favourite fics and tag ten more people, and hopefully, we can keep this whole ‘support for fanfic authors’ thing going for a while yet. Fingers crossed! :) 

Originally posted by applekisses


1. The Life and Times (Harry Potter) by Jewels5 ( @itreallyatemyhand ) - The story of James and Lily’s sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts, and how they fall in love. This fic remains THE fic for me; it is practically canon in my mind.  If you’re a long-time Harry Potter fanfic reader, you’d probably have heard of TLAT. This fic has its own fandom, for God’s sake. (It’s even been mentioned in a Buzzfeed article? Whattt?) But if you haven’t heard of it, START READING IT NOW. I can’t gush enough about how well-plotted and well written this story is. It has inspired my own writing throughout the years and I’ve reread it more than five times. It physically pains me that it might never be finished, but don’t let this stop you from enjoying these 36 chapters. They will make you laugh, they will make you cry, they will make you fall in love, and trust me when I say - you won’t ever be disappointed. I still come back to this story every now and then, and every time, I fall in love with it a little bit more. - Multi-chapter on

2. The Queen Susan in Tashbaan, Part 2 of the Stone Gryphon (Narnia) by @rthstewart - The Pevensies aiding the British war effort in WWII. If you’re a history lover and a Narnia fan, you MUST read this story. The amount of history woven into this series is simply awe-inspiring. The plot still floors me, even after all these years. And the characters - both the canon ones and the original ones - are written and expanded so beautifully. Not only that, there is a lot of heart to this story and a very real, very palpable sense of bittersweetness to everything. - Multi-chapter on AO3

3. A Sea of Golden Sand (Narnia) by Andi Horton - The events of “The Horse and His Boy” through the perspectives of the Pevensies. This is everything - I repeat - EVERYTHING you’d want from a Golden-Age Narnia fic. This story chronicles the events leading up to the final battle at Anvard, from Rabadash’s visit to Narnia to Aravis and Shasta coming to Archenland. It is incredibly, incredibly well-written, filled with humour, heart, and amazing characters. And although it was published in 2007, most stories in the Narnia fandom don’t even come close to this level of badassery! Edmund, one of my favourite characters ever, is pretty much swoon-worthy in this. I’m legitimately in love with this version of Edmund. - Multi-chapter on

4. Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops (Narnia) by Francienyc - The Pevensies navigating life in England after they’re not allowed to go back to Narnia. Lots of sibling bonding in this one, but by God, the simplicity and the subtleness of their pain! It has been years, but I still think of this fic every once in a while, and it still chokes me up a little. - One-shot on

5. Hung Out to Dry (Narnia) by @rthstewart - Jill/Eustace but with an angsty, heartbreaking twist. Despite how short it is, it is still one of my favourite things I’ve ever read. The aesthetics, the silences, the unrequited love - this story has it all. Every time I read it, I find myself still getting emotional by the simplest of sentences. In short, just exquisite. - One-shot on AO3

6. Fools (Harry Potter) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ) - The First Order of the Phoenix, with the Marauders, the Prewett twins, and Marlene Mckinnon. I remember crying my eyes out the first time I read this story, years and years ago. Yes, there are a ton of First Order fics out there. But please trust me when I say - none of them is quite like this one. This story will undoubtedly shatter you, but in the best of ways. - Multi-chapter on AO3

7. In Their Autumn Beauty (Harry Potter) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ) - The teenagers of the First Order of the Phoenix as seen through the eyes of the much older, much more jaded Dorcas Meadowes. This story is only 2,000 words long, but it has stayed with me for years and years. It is so, so beautiful. Please. Just read it. I beg you. It’ll take you only ten minutes, maybe. You won’t regret it. - One-shot on

8. Joy in the Mourning (Narnia) by Andi Horton - The Pevensies during the Blitz in London, after they’re not allowed to go back to Narnia. I also remember crying when I first read this. (Yes, there really is a pattern here; I do cry a lot.) This story really captures what the Narnia books are about: finding joy and hope amidst despair. - One-shot on

9. The Death of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire) by La Reine Noire  ( @poorshadowspaintedqueens ) - The events leading up to and of Robert’s Rebellion through the perspectives of the Dead Ladies Club, primarily Lyanna Stark, Ashara Dayne, and Elia Martell. Usually, I’m not a fan of fics about Robert’s Rebellion; I find most authors’ take of the events hard to believe and the characters not well fleshed out. This story, however, is EPIC and SO well-written, you’d think it was canon while you’re reading it! I cried buckets at the end, of course. If you’re a fan of the ASOIAF books, definitely give this one a try. - Multi-chapter on AO3

10. Corellian Gin (Rogue One) by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue ) - Jyn/Cassian surviving Scariff, with bits told through the eyes of Bodhi. Of course, I had to squeeze in a Rogue One fic somehow, but I really had a hard time choosing ONE story from my old writing partner, guineapiggie. I nearly chose “The World Through A Scope”“Beinahe”, or something from the series that we wrote together (”Happy Endings”/ “Where’s My Love?”), but I settled on this one instead because it is one of the first Rogue One fics I read that made me tear up. I LOVE a bit of well-written romantic angst, and this story has it in spades. - One-shot on AO3


HONOURABLE MENTIONS (because I can’t quite help myself):

Harry Potter - Anything by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ), especially Brackets (Sirius/Marlene), Stray Thought (Sirius/Marlene), and the No, Nay, Never series (the First Order of the Phoenix). 

Narnia - Firstly, anything by Andi Horton, especially King’s Champion (Edmund-centric) and The Better Part (Pevensies bonding). Secondly, The Delight of My Eyes (Aravis/Shasta) by Francienyc. And lastly, Rat and Sword Go To War (Pevensies in WWII) by @rthstewart , as well as the rest of her The Stone Gryphon series. 

Rogue One - Resistance is Built On Hope (WWII AU) by ChronicOlicity, Floating, Sinking (fix-it fic) by @shu-of-the-wind, the violet hour (Jyn/Cassian modern au) by caramelle or @mellamymake, the road that sets into the sun (a beautiful Jyn/Cassian in the SW Legends-verse) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ), and all the angsty Jyn/Cassian stories by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue ). 

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TAGS: Now, to join me in this venture of spreading fanfic love (yes, I’m perfectly aware of how weird that sounds), I’d like to invite these ten awesome individuals who I have interacted with here or on AO3: @ruby-red-inky-blue, @operaticspacetrash, @yavemiel, @rxbxlcaptain, @rapha-senna, @thenewleeland, @pingou7, @jeroncassianandor, @lclrgsl and @rebelcaptainfics. And don’t worry! You guys don’t have to write these long reviews for each of your recommendation like I did; I was simply bored and overzealous! :) 

If you’re not tagged, but have seen this on your dash and want to jump in on the action, please feel free to make your own list and tag ten more people. Let’s show appreciation for fanfic writers who put so much work and time into writing these stories we love so much! <3 

(A table of contents is available. This series will remain open for additional posts and the table of contents up-to-date as new posts are added.)

Part Nine: What’s the Point?

Everything in a story has a purpose. Whether it’s something big and important like a magical device that changes how the game is being played, or something small like a touch of the hand to sooth a friend’s emotions, even the smallest of details has a position to fill in the grand scheme of building your world, your characters, and your story. As many jokes as there are (and rightfully so) about reading too much into a story to find the symbolism, it’s more truthful to say that all things have a function. And if they don’t, they don’t belong. Sounds harsh, but think about characters with only one, minor job to uphold; think about how much exposition you have to weave into the story, and how many scenes just have that character shoved in there because they have to be there for the other thing, and how much work you have to put into developing this person so that they can be a fully and rounded individual just so that you can have them do that one thing. How much of that extra work and extra information that you’re giving to your audience is necessary to the story? How much does their presence inflate your word count unnecessarily? Any focus that draws your audience away from the story and what they should be paying attention to is dead weight for your narrative. Unfortunately, the same goes for creature characters.

Back in Part Two, when we first started this series, I talked about making sure you’ve chosen a creature that is right and appropriate for the world, not just the super cool-looking one. The same principle applies to having a creature companion at all. They shouldn’t be there just because they’re cool and different and you’re tired of writing humanoids. Maybe all of those things are true, but the creature should also serve a function within the story. There needs to be a reason they’re necessary to the success or failure of your protagonist in achieving their goal.

Impact on Plot:

What does your creature bring to the table? Is there a reason they are the type of creature they are? Were they “discovered” at a specific point in the plot on purpose? When we’re planning our stories, we usually have an end result in mind, some goal we’re directing the story toward or helping our characters to achieve. Usually, those characters aren’t out-of-the-box ready to face whatever it is standing in their way. There’s a reason the story’s conflict exists. The plot focuses on how the characters learn and change and overcome the obstacles presented to them, and most of the time they have friends or allies along with them whose specific skills allow them to assist in those obstacles. Did you choose to include your creature companion for this kind of reason?

Are they there as a consequence of the plot, such as being forced into the fray by plot events, or are they there from an unrelated goal of their own? The difference is whether or not they come into the group with a goal already or whether they develop their goal by coming into the group. There’s nothing wrong with either way, but it’s certainly something to think about. They benefit from having a goal, no matter what, but how they come by that goal and how actively they go about trying to achieve it can vary depending on what you’re trying to do with your story.

Impact on Characters:

If your creature companion isn’t a large part of your story (the difference between Bree in The Horse and His Boy and Moonlight in Alanna: The First Adventure), your creature can still fill more than simply a logistical position. A pack horse can become an emotional support, or a talking creature could become the personality foil for a character. Perhaps they help a character work through something or discover something about themselves. Maybe your creature provides the perspective that a character never considered, or a friendship where there had never been one before.

Your characters grow as a result of their journey–or at least they should, as part of their character arc–and your creature characters can be an integral part to that process, even if they’re not particularly helpful in regards to the plot. They can provide very new ways of thinking and seeing the world and all its problems, which is important when you’re trying to help your characters grow. Even if they’re not talking animals–which are, of course, easier to sit and have a conversation with–the friendship or animosity, willingness to interact with or stand-offish-ness toward a character can not only be a wake-up call about themselves, but also provide moments of growth as your characters are forced to deal with characters who act and think differently than themselves. How do they react to being confronted with those kinds of behaviors and ideas? How does it challenge their thoughts and actions?

Impact on Themes & Symbolism:

While this series seems to push for making creature characters another one of your team as a complete entity with backstory and big things to do, that doesn’t necessarily have to be the case. Creatures with small roles that appear infrequently can be incredibly helpful to your story in terms of mood and tone with even just a few poignant scenes or moments. Your creature may be present in hopes of cluing your audience in to certain themes you want to highlight. Maybe your creature is a bird that lands on the windowsill each day, or maybe it’s a stray cat that your character recognizes from home. Your creatures don’t have to be big, in-your-face, plot-relevant characters to have a function and impact on your story. Perhaps you want to deal with certain themes or ideas that could be best represented with creatures. It’s less about the idea of needing to have your creature achieve something and making sure that your creature is there for a reason.

Next up: Character arcs with creatures!

anonymous asked:

hii! i wanted to ask you for a fic rec in which harry is in like a bad situation? maybe he's abused somehow and louis saves/helps him? something like birds in gilded cages? sort of a harry's louis baby kind of fic, thank youu (and ignore me if this is a request you don't like)

(I don’t know why this is showing up on my main blog, sorry!) Also, I literally just read Birds in Gilded Cages last week! LOVE LOVE LOVE! Reminded me of Club Mad, which has sadly been deleted, but would be perfect on this list that you want! I think I have a good understanding of what you’re looking for, so hopefully you find something you like! And I don’t mind doing doing ANY kind of Fic Rec, honestly! I really enjoy making these!

1. we’ll play hide and seek to turn this around (give me love like never 
    before)  by Wankerville
Words: 19k 

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

Part 1 of strawberry milk fic

2. Pretty Boy by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 32k

Harry’s been forced into a high-class prostitution ring because his heroin-addicted mother is too strung out to realize that her boyfriend is pimping out her son. Louis is the crown prince of England and gets into a lot of mischief and thinks it’s normal to pay prostitutes to “get a good night’s sleep.” They probably aren’t meant to see each other beyond that one random night, but then again, they probably aren’t meant to see each other at all.

3. The King and I by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 43k

Louis -better known as The Rogue- is the legendary King of the Thieves of London, the underground network of criminals who run the city. Zayn is his second in command, Niall is an Irish fugitive with ultra high-tech hacking skills, and Liam is a dirty cop who lets Rogue and his crew get away with just about anything. Harry is Britain’s absolute worst criminal and a professional scapegoat who flees Cheshire in search of good treatment, and just might find it under the wing of London’s regal mastermind.

4. Escape by AngKeats
Words: 47k

“Buddy…you really don’t have to go,” Louis added, making him falter in his step.

Harry took short, frightened breaths into his lungs and turned.

Louis. That was a typical cowboy name. A good strong, male name. A good strong male who could be harmful. A good strong male who could over-power him and hurt him. Something in his kind blue eyes told him he wouldn’t, though. It was strange, being able to read him like that, but it was true. He didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to help.

The intruder reached for his sleep bag and he clutched it to his chest protectively. His eyes flicked over Louis’ face but he didn’t move to touch him. Louis’ horse- Hunter- gently butted his arm with his nose.

“Hunter seems to have taken a shine to you,” Louis continued as though he hadn’t just chased him halfway down his drive and was still without a name for him. “Why don’t you come up for breakfast?” He invited.

5. i love you more by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck)
Words: 47k

Boys like Harry can’t fall in love. But then he meets Louis. A love story in two parts.

6. Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy
Words: 50k

Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or… an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

7. Green Doe Eyes by AngKeats
Words: 51k

“Can I fix you?” Louis asked as Harry looked over at him, eyes wet and red, tip of his nose pink and cute. He licked his plush lips and nodded.

Louis let out a thankful sigh and reached for Harry’s hand, ignoring the way Harry flinched when they touched.

He stripped off the useless bandage and winced at the re-opened wounds. He noticed the blood under Harry’s fingernails and realised he’d scratched at them until they bled.

“Harry…” He whispered, tears coming to his own eyes as he felt Harry tremble under his touch, eyes averted shamefully as he swallowed his tears away determinedly. “No, don’t be scared, it’s okay,” Louis assured. “I’m not going to judge you…I just need to protect you,” he explained.

8. American Rose by justgotowisharder
Words: 53k

“Your voice sounds rosewood when you’re lying.”
“I didn’t lie, Harry.”
“You’re lying right now.”
Louis rolls his eyes, sighing. “Honestly, fuck your synesthesia.”

(The story where Harry hears in colors and Louis’ voice is multicolored. Harry hates his disorder, Louis hates to be gay. Little they know, they’re meant to be)

9. Since I’ve Found You by Rearviewdreamer
Words: 74k

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

10. Only You by mystic_believexx
Words: 78k

A strict school, a forbidden love and a burning hatred that turns to passion so hot Louis’ in very real danger of getting burnt…

After pulling one prank too many on their high school’s Principal, Louis and Liam get transferred to Stanford Institution, a boarding school with a reputation for handling rebellious teens. Louis’ determined to buckle down and follow the rules so he can come back home as soon as possible but unfortunately for him, his roommate-one Harry Styles- has other plans.

Sometimes things have a funny way of working out…

11. Saving You by AngKeats
Words: 90k

Harry Styles works in a seedy strip club in Las Vegas and uses the big ‘C’ to get through his mediocre existence. Once he’s done dancing he goes home with whoever bids the highest and the lifestyle leaves him feeling empty and alone.

Louis Tomlinson is a successful businessman but hasn’t had the best time with friends and love so he’s become a lonely recluse who puts business before pleasure…until he hears about a guy who looks like a girl and visits a little strip club in the city.

Harry is being bought by Louis not for the night but for good and his testing ways push Louis to the limit…

12. Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 110k

Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

13. But Please, Don’t Bite by shyserious
Words: 122k

“Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus.”

Lord of Thorns (Chapter Three)

Peter and Wade meet! And it’s– well you all have heard the story, you know exactly how this first meeting will go!

Please oh please REBLOG for me, share the love and get more people reading this thing!

Parts 1&2 HERE

Enjoy :)
Peter woke up on the forest floor, shivering in the snow.

Snow? He thought, because that wasn’t right. It was only August, there shouldn’t be snow for another couple months. Shaking his head, wincing when pain zinged through his skull, he sat up slowly, looking around for Phillip.

“There you are, boy.” he called to the nervous horse softly. “You alright?”

It was slowly coming back to him– the deer that had jumped out of the brush, startling Phillip and sending him skittering towards the edge of the trail. The way the ground had started giving out, and with a shriek from the horse they had tumbled backwards and over a cliff Peter hadn’t even realized was there. He didn’t even remember hitting the ground, but it was night now, which meant he had been unconscious on the cold ground for hours.

Peter checked Phillip out quickly, running trembling hands down the horse’s legs, checking for breaks or sprains. “Oh, you only threw a shoe, huh? That’s lucky.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, pressing his head to the warm body. “I can’t ride you with a shoe tossed, but that’s alright. Let’s see if we can get out of this snow, come on.” he looped the reins loosely through his hands and started walking down a barely there trail, just able to watch his footing with the light of a shockingly full moon.

“Alright, big guy, we are fine.” Peter talked soothing nonsense to the animal as they walked, trying to keep them both calm. A check of the saddlebags showed he hadn’t lost any of his food, and the slim book of poems was still wrapped tight at the bottom. The horse pranced nervously, too young to be comfortable with new circumstances, since he had never actually been off the farm. He was only four or five years old, fast, but not useful on the farm. May had let Peter keep him only because delivering the colt had been one of the last things Ben and Peter had done together, and Peter loved the animal desperately.

“Okay, we are just gonna walk until we find some shelter, alright?” He patted Phillips neck reassuringly, tucked his riding coat a little tighter around himself, pulling the hood up and over his hair, and headed down the path, talking quietly about everything they passed just to keep himself and the horse calm.

He didn’t know how long they walked, but his feet were hurting and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open when seemingly out of nowhere a castle was looming out of the dark, looking impossibly forbidding in the moonlight.

Peter sucked in a quick breath and the horse nickered uncertainly, nudging at his shoulder. “I know, Phillip.” Peter said quietly. “I’m a little scared too, but we can’t stay out here all night, and I don’t know how to get back home, so we got to give it a shot.”

He took a deep breath and walked the horse through the gate, heading up to the big doors. Peter glanced uncomfortably at the gargoyles lining the path, at the sharp spikes and harsh edges of the castle.

“What is this place?”

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@ladiesofnarnia member challenge

➟ Top 5 Narnian Women

No. 1: Aravis Tarkheena (fan cast as Lindsey Morgan)

I’ve always admired Aravis’ strength throughout my reading and re-reading of The Horse and His Boy. She’s not afraid to double-cross someone or fight for her freedom and what she believes in. In all honesty, out of the women in the Narnia books, she stands out the most for me because she is a fighter and isn’t scared to kick some butt. Her story isn’t a love story or a coming of age story, it’s a character arch of survival. The fact she spends around half the book by herself meeting new people to escape her past and live is incredibly meaningful, despite the short amount of time we spend with her.



@miraculoussparrow​ requested more information about an Animorphs and Wicked fic I speculated about a while ago.  My idle thoughts turned into a whole mini-fusion, so here’s part one of two—I divided it in half for the sake of sanity.  [You do not have to be familiar with Wicked to follow, although I do recommend the soundtrack strongly.] 

No One Mourns the Wicked
Some small part of Cassie is perversely grateful when she steps up to the podium at Rachel’s funeral and never gets the chance to utter a single word.  She’s already choking on fear, desperate to get this right and devastated by the knowledge she won’t be able to—and then she’s drowned out by the sudden and devastating poppoppoppopBANG of fireworks that rattles the graveyard with a horror of sound.  

Someone, somewhere across town is having a parade.  Because of course.  Because the war’s over, and this is a happy occasion.  She can hear them singing, in the silence left between explosions.  The graveyard itself is silent, the mourners shellshocked into stillness.  

Later she’ll stumble away into the city, tear-blind, inadequate eulogy a crumpled wad of paper in her pocket, and a total stranger will pull her into a hug so suddenly she starts morphing in surprise.  After she registers what the woman is saying—it’s a babbled string of gratitude and joy, nearly incoherent—she pulls away more gently.  Later that night someone will thrust a bottle of wine into her hands; someone else will gently place a pileus on her head.  Five more total strangers will shake her hand; sixteen will recognize her long enough to shout thanks or praise.  It’s the single largest celebration their small city has ever seen.  

Surrounded on all sides by singing and clapping, wearing a crown of yellow flowers she doesn’t remember receiving, Cassie thinks back to the last sight she saw before leaving the graveyard.  Jake was silhouetted against the last light of dusk, shoulders hunched and shaking as he stood over the far headstone two rows down from Rachel’s, smaller and unadorned but part of the Berenson family plot all the same.  They both deserve better than this gaudy horrorshow.  All of them do.  

One Short Day
The first time Cassie suspected that girl Rachel she knew from camp was going to be her best friend, they were on the playground in third grade.  Rachel had marched over to where a fifth-grade boy was making fun of Cassie’s shoes to shove her face up against the older boy’s.  “Yeah, Cassie’s got old sneakers,” she said brazenly. “So what?”  

Amazing the power of those words, so what, to shut down anyone who criticized their clothes or their voices or anything about them.  Cassie never learned to say them with the confidence that Rachel used, but she learned to hold her head up high all the same.  

Rachel was the one who taught Cassie about the sheer power that came with not caring—or at least appearing not to care—what other people thought.  They were both weird, both not quite perfectly aligned with what the other girls in their class thought they should be.  Rachel kicked all the boys’ butts at soccer in gym class and shouted out correct answers without bothering to raise her hand, even though girls were supposed to scorn sports and wait their turn before speaking.  Cassie wore jeans with bird poop and cared more about equestrian health standards than My Little Pony dolls, even though she was supposed to wear pink dresses and fantasize about horses without actually owning any.  The thing was, Rachel could get away with being the wrong kind of girl, because she was joyous and unapologetic in her rebellion, able to laugh in the face of anyone who had a problem with the way she acted.  Cassie could get away with it too, because when you were friends with Rachel there was pride rather than shame in standing out from the crowd.

What is This Feeling?
Dearest Daddy and Mom, Rachel wrote in her best penmanship.  (Given that she was seven years old, the best that can be said is that it was legible.)  Sleepaway camp has a lot of fun things.  Today I made a friendship bracelet and learned how to tie a knot.  The only thing is my bunkmate.  Here, Rachel chewed on her pen in thought, trying to come up with a way to describe the weird girl with the overalls and the boyishly short hair without being mean.  It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with Cassie, after all.  She just didn’t know anything about Limited Too or Boys 2 Men or Nintendo.  And she had the weirdest stories.  She’s weird, and her clothes are awful, but she’s the best in camp at woodcrafts which is dumb, Rachel wrote at last.  I miss you guys.  Please write back.

Hi Dad, Cassie scribbled on camp stationary.  I hope you and Cinnamon and Misty and Star and Blaze and all the other horses and the sick crow and the baby foxes and also Mom are all good.  I am not good.  Camp is stupid.  Our cabin leader is super old, like 15 or 16, but she STILL doesn’t know the difference between ash leaves and elm leaves.  My bunkmate is the stupidest part.  She thinks ponies are a type of horse and paints her nails before we go pick up bugs in the woods and wears dresses on the jungle gym.  She brought 5 pairs of sandals to camp and wears more hair clips than anyone I ever saw.  Just because she’s the best in camp at gymnastics doesn’t mean I like her.  Please please please please please please please come pick me up.

Walter didn’t come to pick Cassie up, and good thing too: later that week she and Rachel beat every single other pair of bunkmates at the Nature Fun Time Obstacle Course, working together to rush through the activities (and across the rope bridge, and underneath the zip line, and all over the Fun Facts Path) in record time.  They won tickets to free ice cream at a shop downtown for the entire summer.  But it meant far more to Cassie when Rachel ran up on their last day, friendship bracelet in hand, and tied it around Cassie’s wrist.  

For Good
Cassie always knew that Crayak would find a way to get revenge against Rachel and Jake for the way they’d hurt him.  She just never imagined it would come like this: the sharp whistle of a rock in the air followed by a hideous wet crunch of gristle and bone.  She never knew the fallout could be this bad, Rachel’s skin so pale it has gone a dull grey color except for the places on her hands where David’s blood seeped between her fingers.  Rachel came out of the warehouse silent and shaking, and Cassie couldn’t find it in herself to say anything.  

Not until, a hundred yards down the sidewalk, Rachel drew a sharp breath and started crying in near-silence.

“You’re right about me,” Cassie blurted, for something to say.  “I’m not strong enough.  I can’t do it.  I can’t be like you.  I’m sorry.”

Rachel whirled around, grabbing Cassie by the arm.  “That’s a good thing.  Don’t be sorry.  People like me would be nothing without people like you.”  She shook herself off.  “No.  Worse.  Without you…”  She made a sharp gesture back to the warehouse.  “I’d be him.”  

“That’s not…”

“I know myself.”  She barked a laugh.  “You’re the only reason I’m still a halfway decent person.”  

Cassie did her best not to notice the splotch of David’s blood that had transferred to her arm.  “You realize it goes both ways, right?  Without you, I’d have quit years ago and left the rest of you to die.”  

Thank Goodness
People cry during weddings, Cassie reminds herself.  It’s perfectly normal to be crying on her wedding day.  So what if she happens to be crying for entirely the wrong reason?  

It’s the dress.  It’s the long cakelike frills of the dress and it’s the fact that when she looked in the mirror after the stylist was done with her veil, all she could think of was what Rachel would say to see her so swankified.  It’s the way that Ronnie is so patient and kind and loving, so willing to wake Cassie from nightmares and hold her close every year on Christmas, on Victory-Earth Day, on the anniversary of the date Marco and the others were officially declared Missing Presumed Dead.  It’s the fact that he is so good to her, in a way no one else ever has been… and she still can’t bring herself to love him.

Ronnie has never lost patience, has never stopped being devoted and sweet.  He’s also never killed someone to save her life.  He’s never stood shoulder-to-shoulder and flank-to-flank with her as they marched into battle.  He’s never committed a terrible crime so that Cassie herself wouldn’t have to, and he’ll never know the terrible crimes Cassie herself has had to commit anyway.  

He never tore a piece of her heart out, either.  He never went and died on her because she couldn’t find the words to keep him here.  

Cassie lowers her veil to hide her tears, and she picks up her bouquet.  She’s as ready as she’ll ever be.

Not That Girl
“And then,” Rachel said, “he showed me this spot downtown where they’re putting new tar down on a parking lot, and my god.”  She whistled between her teeth.  “You can just coast up and up until you’re miles off the ground, and then you dive… And he just figured this out, all on his own.  He’s, like, some kind of genius at this.”

Cassie shifted to a more comfortable position on the end of her bed, trying to look like she was enjoying this conversation.  She got it, really she did.  Tobias had those big soft eyes—well, sometimes—and that sharp sense of humor and that knack for picking up new skills on the fly… He was sweet but also practical, melancholy but willing to be sarcastic too.

It didn’t stop her from wanting to cry sometimes when Rachel talked about him.

“Anyway, how are you and Jake?” Rachel asked, flopping over in her sleeping bag to look Cassie in the eye.

Cassie laughed, looking down.  She and Jake were experimenting.  Feeling each other out.  Hoping for a spark that would probably never come.  They were friends, and she loved him as a friend, but… But she wanted what she couldn’t have.

Because if she had it her way, Jake wouldn’t be the one who held her hand and tried to work up the nerve to kiss her goodnight.  Tobias wouldn’t be the one that put that starry-eyed smile on Rachel’s face.  Rachel wouldn’t be on the floor during their sleepovers, she’d be right next to Cassie in the bed—

“Enough about boys,” Cassie said quickly, shocked by the direction of her own thoughts.  “You want to go get some of my dad’s hot chocolate with chili powder?”  

The Wizard and I
During the war, sometimes, Cassie would think back to the call she got late one night in eighth grade.  Rachel had been almost laughing as she spoke, enthusiasm bubbling through in every word.  It took Cassie a while to parse what Rachel was talking about, but finally she figured it out: Melissa’s dad had given them the number of this new organization in town, and the new organization was willing to sponsor any young athletes who joined it.  

Sponsor, in this case, meant just about anything.  Mr. Chapman had assured them that student athletes who joined the Sharing could access its full resources for buying uniforms, connecting to coaches, and even meeting the big names in the field.  (“Dominique Dawes!  Amy Chow! Kerri Strug!” Rachel said, and Cassie made noises of agreement like these names meant anything at all.)  She might not have understood some of what Rachel was gushing about with competition levels and professional trainers, but she found herself grinning anyway.  It was always so cool to hear how amped Rachel got about everything from sales at Express to WNBA results, because Rachel was the kind of person who could make anything brighter or more special with the way she saw it.

They’d taken a shortcut home through the construction site the very next night.  Cassie thought of that phone call, sometimes, as the last time their future had been clear and bright and easily understood.  

When baby is an infant:
• Being very gentle and careful not to hurt baby
• Putting a lot of the chores on mum or slaves - because that’s how he was brought up
• Baby sleeping on his chest
• Lying on the floor with baby and playing with baby whenever he can
• Following baby when baby starts to crawl
• Asking Aslaug a lot of questions about being a good dad
• Spending time with Uncle Sigurd because he still feels a little guilt about Siggy (even though it wasn’t his fault)

When baby is a teen:
• Learning to be a shield maiden - Helga and Torvi would be happy to help with teaching (girl)
• Threatening any boy that tries to court you (girl)
• Having days where all you do is just horse trekking (girl)
• Learning to be a worrier - Bjorn and his other uncles would gladly help when it comes to where and how to place your feet (boy)
• Telling his son that he better treat his girl right (boy)
• Boat rides, and listening to stories of his fighting back in the day and stories of his father (boy)
• Teaching you the right way - and that is Viking (both)
• Spending days with Aslaug and listening to stories of her father (both)

When Baby is an adult:
• Helping out with strategies for a better outcome when on the battlefield (both)
• Helping each other out when fighting

❝The Neverending Story❞ (1984) meme

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  • You’re old enough to get your head out of the clouds and start keeping both feet on the ground. 
  • Stop daydreaming and start facing your problems. 
  • The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects: they’re called BOOKS.
  • I know books, I have 186 of them at home!
  • Why don’t you give them a good punch in the nose, hm?
  • Your books are safe. While you’re reading them, you get to become Tarzan or Robinson Crusoe.
  • Near my home there used to be a beautiful lake, but then it was gone. 
  • It just wasn’t there anymore. Nothing was there anymore. Not even a dried up lake.
  • No, a hole would be something. Nah, it was nothing. And it got bigger and bigger.
  • Maybe, it’s already everywhere… maybe our whole land is in danger.
  • Nobody gives a hoot about me and my stupid bat!
  • I’m sorry, but this is not the time nor place for children, I must ask you to leave.
  • No one can give you any advice except this: you must go alone, and you must leave all your weapons behind. 
  • It will be very dangerous.
  • He who wears the Auryn speaks for the Empress. It will guide and protect you.
  • Everyone knew that whoever let the sadness overtake him, would sink into the swamp.
  • Fight against the sadness, please! 
  • You’re letting the sadness of the swamps get to you! 
  • You have  to try. You have to care, for me, you’re my friend, and I love you!
  • You’ve gotta move or you’ll die! Move, please! I won’t give up! Don’t quit!
  • We haven’t spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.
  • We don’t even care… whether or not we care.
  • Not that it matters, but… yes.
  • We’re allergic to youth.
  • If you don’t tell me, and the Nothing keeps coming, you’ll die too!
  • Die? Now that, at least, would be *something*.
  • Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a Quest.
  • Never give up and good luck will find you.
  • You don’t move in scientific circles, do you?
  • I like that, the patient telling the doctor it’s all right?
  • It has to hurt if it’s to heal!
  • That’s my batwing broth! There’s eye of newt in there, old tree mold, lizard brains, scales from a rancid sea serpent…
  • I am somewhat of an expert on the Southern Oracle!
  • It’s my scientific specialty!
  • Here comes one that *looks* fancy! Let’s see what he REALLY thinks of himself!
  • The Sphinxes eyes stay closed, until someone who does not feel his own worth tries to pass by.
  • Fancy armor doesn’t help much. The sphinxes can see straight into your heart.
  • Don’t start to doubt yourself now, be confident!
  • Kind people find out that they are cruel. Brave men discover that they are really cowards! Confronted by their true selves, most men run away screaming!
  • Do not be afraid. We will not harm you. We have been waiting for you a long time.
  • We don’t know how much longer we can withstand the Nothing…
  • What a shame they don’t ask me… 
  • My mother, she had such a wonderful name.
  • They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they?
  • If you come any closer, I will rip you to shreds.
  • You, whoever you are, can have the honor of being my last victim.
  • I will not die easily. I am a warrior.
  • Fantasia has no boundaries…
  • Don’t you know anything about Fantasia? It’s the world of human fantasy. 
  • Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind; therefore, it has no boundaries.
  • People have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
  • The Nothing is the emptiness that’s left. It’s like a despair, destroying this world. 
  • I have been trying to help it.   
  • People who have no hopes are easy to control.
  • Whoever has the control has the power!
  • I am the servant of the power behind the Nothing. 
  • I was sent to kill the only one who could have stopped the Nothing.
  • If we’re about to die anyway, I’d rather die FIGHTING!
  • Do you suppose the Ivory Tower is still standing?
  • But it’s only a story. It’s not real, it’s only a story!
  • Of course… I knew everything.
  • He has suffered with you. He went through everything you went through.
  • Where is he ? If he’s so close, why doesn’t he arrive?!
  • He doesn’t realize he’s already a part of the Never-ending Story.
  • Just as he is sharing all of your adventures, others are sharing his.
  • They were with him when he hid from the boys in the bookstore… they were with him when he took the book, with the Auryn symbol on the cover, and which he’s reading, his own story… right now.
  • He doesn’t understand that he’s the one who has the power to stop it!
  • He simply can’t imagine that one little boy could be that important.
  • Our world will disappear - and so will I.
  • Why don’t you do what you dream?
  • Why is it so dark?
  • In the beginning, it is always dark.
  • One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.
  • The more wishes you make, the more magnificent Fantasia will become.
  • It’s like the Nothing never was!

anonymous asked:

thats because zayn openly cheated on his fiance and moved on instantly after breaking up with her over the phone. thats why people don't give him a chance. i sitll love him though. but i think that's why other people don't.

the part of the fandom so willing to believe that story are always so critical of every other piece of media to come out about one direction….. ask yourself why lol

107 asoiaf/got inspired starter sentences ;

requested by anon.

  1. “Winter is Coming.”
  2. “A ______ always pays their debts.”
  3. “Family, Duty, Honor.”
  4. “Is he a ham?”
  5. “Is she a ham?”
  6. “The night is dark and full of terrors.”
  7. “I would let his whole tribe fuck you - all forty thousand men - and their horses too if that’s what it took.”
  8. “I know where to put it!”
  9. “Do you know where to put it?”
  10. “Every flight begins with a fall.”
  11. “The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.”
  12. “Old stories are like old friends. You have to visit them from time to time.”
  13. “He is a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love.”
  14. “She is a sweet girl, quick to laugh, easy to love.”
  15. “The man died well, I’ll give him that.”
  16. “I am always proud of _____.”
  17. “I prayed for it.”
  18. “He was my special boy.”
  19. “She was my special girl.”
  20. “Darkness will make you strong.”
  21. “I want to weep. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all….a day… hour.”
  22. “I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings.”
  23. “There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
  24. “I want them all dead. ______ first, then ______ and ______ and ______, every one, every one.”
  25. “You have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but…I don’t know…a kind of woman’s courage.”

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Once upon a time, there was a young boy living inside the woods who suddenly fell in love with a princess living in a creepy castle. One day, the princess went to the woods with her white horse named Pegasus but something happened. There was a hungry lion on their way, the princess was so scared. She almost scream with her lungs out and then the boy heard it, he went to the place where was the voice coming from. He saw the hungry lion, the desire in his eyes while looking at the crying princess. He took the attention of the wild animal and when the lion tried to attack him, he forcefully kicked his head and the lion fell from the ground. Resulting to his death. The princess thanked his savior and since they are both living alone, they have decided to marry each other and live on the creepy castle. They had three childrens. But sadly, after the princess gave birth on their fourth child, she died at the age of 25.

When Baby is an Infant:
• Blowing raspberry on baby’s tummy every chance he can
• Being very gentle with baby whenever he picks him/her up
• Baby tangling his/her hands with Hvisterks fingers
• Hvitserk waving his fingers around as baby has his/her little hands wrapped around his, as baby giggles and smiles up at dad
• Dada!Hvitserk encouraging Uncle Ubbe to hold baby up and imitate a plane, as baby sucks on his/her fingers and squeals
• Dada!Hvitserk bopping baby on the nose and gently shaking his hair in baby’s face
• Rocking back and fourth with baby to get him/her to sleep

When Baby is a Teen:
• Learning to be a warrior/shield maiden with the help of Uncle Ubbe with pointers from Dada!Hvitserk
• Horse rides into the forest
• Listening to stories of his adventures with Uncle Bjorn and the things he’s seen, now that it’s easier to understand
• Giving boys/girls who are trying to court him/her the evils whenever they come near him/her
• Days over at Nan’s house where Nana Aslaug tells baby about her parents and when Hvitserk was a kid

When Baby is an Adult:
• Now that Baby is trained and knows how to fight, Dada!Hvitserk would allow Baby to fight
• Standing side by side on the battle field and helping each other out

Taylor Swift lyrics that usually make me cry:

“She better hold him tight, give him all her love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky.” -Teardrops On My Guitar

“You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray, and I stood there loving you and wished them all away. And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.” -Cold As You

“Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine. And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind, and we both cried.” -Fifteen

“I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale. I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.” -White Horse

“Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside. Why do you have to put down my dreams, so you’re the only thing on my mind.” -Tell Me Why

“Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn’t know. Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.” -You’re Not Sorry

“Now I know why all the trees change in the fall. I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes, staying back and watching me shine.” -The Best Day

“Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong. Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark, twisted games, when I loved you so? I should’ve known.” -Dear John

“I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry.” -Back To December

“Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room. Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home. Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother’s favorite songs. I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone.” -Never Grow Up

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.” -Last Kiss

“And it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong and, your hands are tough but they are where mine belong and, I’ll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.” -Ours

“You call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, ‘cause I remember it all too well.” -All Too Well

“Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street. A new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be, and now I see.” -I Knew You Were Trouble

“Remember when we couldn’t take the heat? I walked out and said, "I’m settin’ you free,” but the monsters turned out to be just trees. And when the sun came up, you were lookin’ at me.“ -Out Of The Woods

How anyone could ever say taylor isn’t an amazing songwriter seems so crazy to me.

How to Train Your Dragon was originally intended to end with Hiccup largely unscathed after the climactic battle. However, the directors decided that it would not feel believable that the heroes could defeat such a formidable foe like the Red Death Dragon without great cost. With that in mind, they decided to have the boy lose part of his left leg at the end of the battle in a deliberate parallel to how Toothless the Dragon lost his left tail fin earlier in the film. Whatever concerns about how parents would react to the hero of a family film being so maimed were settled in the film’s test screenings. Parents in the audience told the producers on their own accord that they approved of that story development and requested that it be kept in the final edit. In addition, the original book’s author, Cressida Cowell, praised this ending and considered it true to the spirit of her book. Furthermore, the scene originally had Hiccup alone as he comes to grips with his wound. However, when Steven Spielberg saw the original footage, he felt that Hiccup and Toothless’ interaction in the film’s final act had been reduced to something like a mere cowboy and his horse. So, he suggested that Toothless be with the boy in that particular scene so as to reinforce the idea that their companionship was far deeper than that.

There was this one time...

we were allowed to pick a name for our horse, and i couldn’t figure out what to name mines. i thought of Sonya, Kristine, Ashley. then i figure out is was a boy (ok Levi Heichou very bluntly explained that the horse had “balls”) so then i continued. Bob, Marley, Joe, Jonah, Hansel, Justin, Sherry, Mark, Tom, 

and then it hit me.

from far away i could see horse face coming around with his own horse. i smiled at my own and said “Hello there, Jean. we are going to be the greatest of friends!”


This is the horrible result of when you binge watch naruto and downton abbey in the same day. Lmao this is not to be taken seriously. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! this is a big crack dump.

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you…

Downton Konoha

Pairings: naruhina, sasusaku, leeten(with a splash of nejiten), shikatema, and chouino

To set the mood, put on waltzes, and make sure you read all the dialogue with the English dub voices, BUT with British accents.

It was a cold night in February of 1912, and a grand gala to announce the engagement of Lady Hinata Hyuga and Naruto Uzumaki, the very wealthy founder of instant ramen, was in full swing. Of course it was quite a scandal that the prestigious lady hinata would be marrying a man of ill mannered “new money”. The lady however, was won over by his sense of humor and drive to make it to the top. The party was going according to plan and while her future husband was sharing brandy with his friends, she quietly snuck away to speak with her own.

“Congratulations!” They all cheered. “Thank you ladies! Are you enjoying the party?” she asked shyly

“Of course!” Ino enthused “your fiancé has so many handsome friends, I hardly know which one to dance with next!”

 ”Well I’ve been watching you eyeball chouji, heir to the akimichi fortune all night” TenTen declared.

“ never!” She blushed.

“Well well well, good evening ladies!”

They turned around to see none other than The Grand Duchess Temari of Sunagakure. She was a lady by title, but certainly not by character. She was standing in a corner, drinking alone, and wearing some exotic outfit that was no doubt the latest fashion in her country. She quickly swigged her champagne and tossed the glass into a potted plant behind her, causing it to shatter. On overly confident heels and with her hands on her hips, she carried herself to the group of ladies.

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