god i think i should write a fic to this

tygermama  asked:

Are there any fic out there where Baze Malbus is basically the Wolverine of the Star Wars universe and everywhere he goes, he ends up with a new young lady to teach the art of being grumpy and kicking ass too? Cause I think there should be

Oh god so I may… have started writing a thing?

Baze wakes up, which is the first surprise. The second comes at the feel of desert under him, similar but wholly different to the sands of Scarif. For an overwhelming second he thinks he’s back on Jedha, but he knows Jedha’s land in the very core of him, and this isn’t it. This is something very different.

It takes him the whole of the suns trek across the sky to learn just how much.

Niima Outpost is small, ragged, and untrusting. But it does have water. Foul, sour water, but water nonetheless. Baze has had worse. It also has information, which Base finds infinitely harder to stomach.

It takes him a while to understand what the wrinkled stall-holder is telling him—he’s somehow skipped not only years but an epoch—but in the end it’s clear. Or as clear as it can be. Because while almost three decades seem to have passed, they’ve also passed him by. The face looking back from the burnished metal plate behind the stall-holder is no older than the one that fled Jedha’s destruction. His knees certainly don’t feel the weight of his lost time.

That first night is spent mostly sleepless, his back to a wall and head spinning with his circumstance. His hands feel too empty in his lap, missing the reassuring weight of his repeater canon like a lost limb. He can’t help but curse whatever power—the Force, his head whispers traitorously even as he growls it into silence—transported him here for not bringing his firepower with him. It would have made earning passage off Jakku easier.

Which is what he must do. Because if he’s here, the burning sands of Scarif already fading into memory, he must believe that somewhere out in this future galaxy, Chirrut is as well. And if nothing else in this new time is familiar, the need to find his way back to his husband very much is.

- - -

He wakes to find a dusty, waif of a girl trying to pick his pockets. This goes about as well as expected. Even as he grabs her Baze feels a sharp pang of nostalgia for the streets of Jedha where the urchins knew well enough to avoid him, even if the worst they ever faced was a hot meal and Chirrut’s calm education on the difference between assassins and tourists. Not that he is much of either right now, out of time as he is.

The girl twists and hisses in his grip like a feral tooka and Baze has to work at making sure he doesn’t accidentally snap her toothpick of a wrist as he rises to his feet.

“Stop that,” he says mildly, not very surprised when that just gets him a feral growl and renewed thrashing. Baze rolls his eyes and lifts the girl into the air until she tires herself out. It doesn’t take long. The rags she’s wearing do nothing to hide the lack of meat on her bones.

“Are you finished?” he says after she goes limp, hanging like a particularly angular vine in his grip.

A second, and then finally a nod.

Baze lowers the creature to the ground and is unsurprised when she takes the opportunity to scarper. The kick to the groin however…

Baze groans as he slowly unfolds himself. The girl has disappeared into the growing rush of the early-morning market. Baze would curse her if he weren’t so very mildly impressed.

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anonymous asked:

ive been thinking a lot about time out of mind, and i was wondering, what do lance and keith talk about in their vows? :3 (also thank you for answering all of these questions!! this fic is literally one of my favorites everything you write is an absolute treasure)

oh god……this is rough ok but here it goes:

lance: “i know that i said we should get married right away when you proposed and just have our ceremony here, but i’m really glad you made us wait, because this is – you are – everything i could have ever wanted. we have come so far from where we started – we’ve got so much in front of us! every day i wake up in the morning and you’re snoring on your side of the bed and i think i can’t wait to wake up next to him for the rest of my life and i really, genuinely mean it. you’ve always had my back, you’ve always been there for me. sometimes i wonder how i ever thought we weren’t a fit, because i truly think we were made to find each other. i love you – more than anything in the world, and i can’t wait to be with you forever.”

keith: “um, i’m not – good at this. you know that. but i just – you know this, but i can’t imagine my life without you. you’re in everything i see and touch and hear. you’re in the stars and the sky and – i wrote down all of this stuff and i can’t even – i can’t put it into words, lance. i love – love your laugh, the way your nose crinkles up, i love the way you can light up an entire room just by walking in – you do – i love your eyes, because i can tell exactly what you’re feeling and thinking, because you’re so open and giving and – wait, don’t cry – oh my god, let me just – i love you, lance. that’s the one truth in the universe that will never change, that i love you, and i’ll always love you, and i just – can we kiss, yet, allura? can we be married now?”

THESE ARE JUST WHAT I’M COMING UP WITH OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD but it’s generally like this. lance starts crying halfway through keith’s vows and keith wipes his tears and it’s all very emotional.

How about Jason hiding his relationship with Dick from Roy because Jason and Roy are BFF, but Dick and Roy are exes, and bro code and blah blah he finds out & drama ensues.

Won’t be offended if it’s not you aesthetic, but I’d love to see it <3

So I will be the first to admit, I’ve had quite the dry spell. (I even got a sad little ask in my askbox this morning from someone that really missed my writing). I’ve been focusing on other projects and doing a summer class, but I’m about to have a few weeks off to hopefully work on stuff. I’m going to try to get a few longer fics out based on some of the prompts I’ve gotten along with (maybe) opening my ask box for some new ones and giving you guys the drabbles you came here for. 

Best Friend vs Boyfriend

“You know,” Dick said as he shifted where he was, cloth brushing his skin. “When I came out of the closet, I didn’t think my boyfriend would be the one shoving me back in.” 

“I know,” Jason said as he opened the doors and Dick stepped out, pulling a hoodie off one of the hangers and slipping it on. 

“I also didn’t think he’d literally be shoving me in the closet because he has to hide our relationship from his roommate.” 

“A roommate who happens to be one of your exes.”

Dick sighed and went over to the nightstand picking up his wallet and keys. “I was okay with you not telling Roy when we were just dating,” Dick said. “I was even okay with it when we started having sex, but now? Jason we’ve been in a relationship for six months, that’s longer than Roy and I were together. I think it’s okay if you tell him.” 

“I will,” Jason said. “I’m not ready yet. He made me swear to never date any of his exes.”

“You’re probably not going to be ready,” Dick said as he kissed Jason’s cheek. Jason wrapped his arms around Dick, pulling him close. “Jay, a lot of people already know we’re together. I think it’ll be better if you tell him yourself instead of Roy finding out from someone else. How would you feel in this situation?”

“If one of my best friends was dating you?” Jason asked, swaying them gently back and forth. “I think I’d probably be fighting to win you back.”

Dick smiled and it was so sweet Jason couldn’t help but pull him into another kiss. “You need to tell him,” Dick said as he pulled away, looking into Jason’s eyes. 

“I will.” Jason promised.

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magikspidey  asked:

29, 49 and 59!!!

lol Thank you again Ginelle! I’m really truly glad that you like these! It’s a really cool feeling when people actually like my writing. :)

“Come over here and make me.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 

“How do I even put up with you?” 

You just want all the fluffy sexual tension, huh??? ;)

WARNING: swearing (the usual) and…possibly nsfw stuffs???…idk man, I haven’t decided yet. (Note: I’m halfway through writing this and I can confirm that yes, I did decide and this is now definitely smut. You can’t make a character say “make me” and not have it escalate! You just can’t! It’s not possible!)

I wanna put a gif with this so I’m gonna! 

Originally posted by hot-as-f

*nigahiga voice* teehee XD

It’s 10pm. I’ve been waiting on the Parker couch with May for four hours. Peter invited me to dinner, but never showed so I ate with his aunt. She had wine for dinner. I ate the stir fry she’d prepared. She broke out the bottle of wine three and a half hours ago, once she realized Peter wasn’t coming back, then spent the next three hours complaining about work. She let me have one small glass and finished the rest of the bottle in under an hour. She’s been passed out for about 30 minutes now. Peter still hasn’t come back.

I wander around the room and stop to look at the photos on the shelves. Peter hasn’t told me much about his family, but I can recognize his parents and there are a few photos of May and a guy who I think is Peter’s Uncle Ben, but I don’t know much about him. Peter mentioned him once, but then he barely spoke for the next few hours, so I haven’t brought it up again.

I grab my plate and take it over to the stove to get more food since I left the burner on low.

I’m a few steps from the stove when there’s a loud crash from Peter’s room.

I groan and set my plate in the sink then walk over to his room and open the door.

I’m not surprised when I find him in the skin tight red and blue suit with his back to me revealing the large red emblem on his back.

“Hi Spider-Man.”

He spins around and throws his right arm out ahead of him. I’m thrown backward and pinned against the wall by what looks like long strands of chewed white gum, but feels like hot glue with the strength of tightly bound metal chains.

“Oh god!”

I roll my eyes. “I knew it. I-”

“No you didn’t!” Peter cuts me off.

I scoff. “Yes, I did. I knew you were Spider-Man!”

“No. I’m not. I’m not.” He says quickly and clicks the black spider emblem on his chest. “This is just a costume,” he stammers as the suit slides off his shoulders and cascades to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

“Really?! I’m not dumb, Parker!” I laugh. “And you’re not exactly the best at being a ninja OR keeping secrets.”

Peter groans and slams his palms against his face and drags them down his cheeks in frustration.

“Plus,” I add with a smirk. “I helped with your laundry and you left some webbing in your jeans.”

“Shit!” he mutters. He raises his head slowly and looks at me, his expression softer. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

I curl my lips in and look up at the ceiling.

“I’m not kidding,” he says kind of sternly. “You have to promise. Swear to me that you won’t tell a soul about this. Please!”

I look back at him. He really is worried that he can’t trust me and that’s a bit of a punch to the gut, but then I remember I actually did just get webbed to the gut so I’m not really that sorry.

“Come over here and make me.” I smirk playfully. “If you don’t trust me, then come over here…and make me promise. I’m basically your prisoner, Spider-Man,” I gesture at the webbing I’m still covered in. “As long as I’m stuck, your secret is safe.”

Peter knits his eyebrows together, unsure of what I’m getting at, and steps out of his suit, slowly closing the gap between us.

“So what you’re saying,” he says playfully, “is that I could basically, I don’t know…torture you until you vow that you’ll never spill my secret to anyone?”

I nod and bite my bottom lip.

Peter walks over and closes the door then moves so he’s standing right in front of me, barely an inch away. I can feel the heat radiating off his body and his breath as it hits my skin.

“Your move, Spiderman,” I whisper. I try to swallow, but it catches in my throat. The anticipation is torture enough. “What are you gonna do?”

Peter leans closer to me and my eyes are locked on his. His gaze keeps falling to my lips, but he won’t close the gap between us. He won’t give me the release I so desperately want. But, he does give me the one that I need. I don’t notice what he has in his hand until the webs on me start to fall apart and drop to the ground.

I don’t move until they’re all gone. The wait is long and agonizing, but the second the last bit of webbing disappears, I jump forward.

My lips collide with his as I throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my closer. The kisses grow deeper and sloppier and my hands get tangled in his hair and his hands make their way into my back pockets.

He breaks for only a moment and quickly says: “Jump.”

I do and his hands grip the back of my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me back against the wall and I use as a bit of leverage to help hold myself up. My hands are pressed against his cheeks, holding him close, and he pulls my legs tighter around him.

“Peter,” I gasp, out of breath. “The bed.”

He turns around and carries me over to it. My weight doesn’t affect him, his strength keeps me up and his hands move to my back as he lowers me down onto his bed. My legs leave his waist as he crawls between them. My hands slide down his chest as his lips leave mine and start traveling down my neck. I feel his hands tugging on my sweater and I push him off so I can pull it up and over my head. I leave my bra on and I lay back down. Peter leaves a trails of kisses down my almost bare chest to my stomach, stopping at my jeans. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper, but he gets them undone and I lift my hips up as he tugs my jeans off.

As he crawls back on top of me, his bare feet brush my now bare legs and I shiver.

“Quit touching me,” I whine and he lets me go and sits back on his calves. I roll my eyes. “Your feet are cold, Stupid.” I grab his hands and pull him back down on top of me.

Peter’s palms slam onto the bed and he stops before his body collides with mine. His looks at me closely, like he’s studying something, examining me.

“What?” I ask shyly, my cheeks burning under his gaze.

He takes a deep breath and smiles. “Did you leave the stove on,” he whispers.

“Shit!” I gasp and jump out of the bed and run to turn it off then run back quickly before May has a chance to wake up and see me in my underwear.

“How do I even put up with you?” Peter laughs as I scamper back into the room

“Shut up,” I laugh and crawl on top of him. My knees on either side of his hips, this time it’s my turn to stop and study him. He takes my hands in his and plays with my fingers.

He smiles at me. “Whatcha thinkin about?”

I sigh and lie down beside him and rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing and his heartbeat as it tries to slow down.

“I promise I’ll keep your secret,” I whisper.

I look up at him and he smiles brighter.

“I love you,” he whispers then takes my right cheek in his left hand and pulls me toward him as he leans closer. I stop before his lips meet mine and I look at him and smile.

“I love you too.”

Oh boy. Is it hot in here?? My cheeks are burning! Are yours burning?

I think this should be it for tonight, but feel free to send me more messages and I write more tomorrow!

Send me numbers for drabbles with Peter/Spidey!

Also, shirtless Tom does things to me… God, he’s so hot!

Night! ;)

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: Peter accidentally dating a villain who is a classmate

alright let’s get it started and hot! i’m on mobile and my writing is shittier on here for some reason so i apologize, but hey! look who learned how to bold text on mobile😂 i might actually right a full fic based on this..

- It all started when you moved to mid-town for your assignment to find and kill Spider-man. $1,000,000 on his head, and you had finally narrowed it down. Your sources had managed to discover he was enrolled at mid-town as a student.

- You didn’t really want to be the villain, you actually found it so cliche. But multiple mercenary missions later for the “not-so good guys” you were basically considered one of the baddies now, and you honestly didn’t care at this point.

- Well your codename was considered as a baddie you weren’t dumb enough to let your real name slip.. No one would expect a teenage girl like you to be one of the most wanted assasins in the country so you were perfect for the assignment.

- In your classes you were found carefully studying each and every male student near-by. Their mannerisms, physical build, anything you could somehow link to being spider-man.

- One particular day, you found yourself sat beside the one and only Peter Parker, you ruled him out long ago, He was too physically weak for everything that Spider-man was capable of.

- Where you were on the run unlike the typical teens, you weren’t like most of the girls you saw. You’ve never felt emotion for anyone else or even a small crush.

- somehow that little dorky Peter weaseled his way into your heart, and you tried your fucking bet to not let him.

- but he was so adorable, and sweet, and kind to you, unlike anyone else had.

- You found yourself often distracted from your observations by the boy, whom you had tried to avoid but couldn’t help but try to run into.

- eventually, Peter and you were assigned a paper together that required work outside of school.

- You were T E R R I F I E D

- You couldn’t let him get in the way of your goal, you needed the cash, and if you let this client down, your reputation would be ruined.

- the night following the day the paper was assigned, Peter had asked you to come over to help with the research, and you couldn’t say no to that boy if you tried.

- the two of you had bantered multiple times in class, and he considered you a friend so it really wasn’t awkward.

- About an hour in, the two of you found yourselves laughing at the most pointless things, lying on his bed and you almost forgot about your fucked up life of murder.

- “God, (Y/N), holy shit i’m having so much fun” He said sitting up and you followed suit.

- “Oh really Pete?”

- He glanced down at your lips and back to your eyes and spoke. “Oh yes really”

- Then you tried to fight the urge to lean in, closing the gap between the two of you, to let yourself fall for him even more, but you lost and your lips met his.

- Months later, the two of you were incredibly happy, and you had almost found out who spider-man was, but you were torn. Being with Peter had shown you hat you wanted to tear away from that past, you wanted to be a hero.

- One night you were over at peters and you found out, he was your target.

- The tear began pouring and you couldn’t stop it, you couldn’t do it any longer.

- The concern from peter made it even worse, you couldn’t believe you let him live a monster like you.

- “(Y-Y/N), it’s not that bad, i’m sorry! What’s wrong, are you alright?”

-“Peter, i-”

- You finally had told him, everything, your past and how you were sent on a mission to kill Spider-man.

-“You’re, You’re the assasin. Mr.Stark told me about you. (Y/N), that can’t be true.” Tears were evident in his eyes as he tried to think rationally. “Tell me it’s not true” He yelled, and Peter never yells.

- “I can’t”

- You began to walk out of the room, tears pouring down your face, and as soon as you opened your mouth to say “goodbye” for the final time, you felt something pull you by the wrist, spinning you around to face peter.

- He still had small tears upon his face, and it broke your heart knowing that you had caused him this.

- “Peter, let me go. I’m no good for you, can’t you see that? I’m supposed to KILL you.”

- “You don’t have to, (Y/N). I love you alright, and i can’t bare to see you go on the run again, and killing people. I know deep down you don’t want to do that anymore, and you don’t have to,” he shook his head, “I-i can talk to Mr.Stark about an arrangement, i mean you got more skills than any average person, maybe you can help? Please, (Y/N) you don’t have to do this.”

- You couldn’t believe Peter was doing this, offering you a second chance at life, a life where you could do good. But you realized, here’s no way in hell you could do any good, you’ve done nothing but murder innocent people, and nothing could make up for that.

- “But, Peter, i can’t redeem myself, i’m the bad guy. I’ve been a fucking assasin since i was 13, there’s no way i can be a hero like you. I’m despicable, i want to but there’s no way.”

- The sobs started as you leaned into peters embrace, and peter just comforted you with soothing words and reassurance.

- after awhile, he pulled you up to meet his eyes with your chin upon his fingers.

- “Look, (Y/N). I know you don’t want to go back to being a mercenary, and i understand you don’t feel like you can be a hero with your past. But you know what?” He said whispering the last part, “I know you can, he’ll look at the Scarlet Witch, she originally fought against the avengers, and now look at her. You can be good, (Y/N). You can, and i believe in you alright.”

- Peters face was so etched with love and sincerity, that you were unable to to argue that you were an awful person, and you leaned in, smiling knowing that you might be able to do some good with peter by your side for once..

OH GOD THIS IS TOO LONG ISNT IT?? I TRIED MY BEST, AND I REALLY LIKED THIS IDEA IM SORRY IT MAY NOT BE WHAT YOU WANTED…but i think i may write this as a fic?? i loved the idea so please tell me if i should!

Pricing Commissioned Writing

I do a lot of commissioned writing (see me about details, eh? EH!? PLEASE!?) and how I base my pricing is really dependent on what I’m doing, writing wise..

Freelance writing rates are very good, and I think if you’re writing for business entities you should demand standard freelance rates! For fics and social-media type stuff, I get wanting a different price-point. Hourly minimum wage as a start is always a safe and awesome way to start (include research time for the love of god, please!)

Price Like an Artist?

But for fics, another great way to think about it is to look at how the artists are pricing things. Just like their art, your fics are gestural, and as you add more detail, it becomes more expensive.Think about it like:

Sketch = Drabble (800 words)
Line Art = One-shot (2000 words)
Color = 3500 words
Shading = 5500 words

Just like with artists, the more complicated the background of the story, the more characters, the more involved: the more money.

Complex Backgrounds, Extra Characters = Big Bang-ready fic (10k words)
Highly Realistic = Novella (25-30k words)
Oil on Canvas = Novel (50k)

Like artists do, consider what adds a lot of time to YOUR work, and maybe add price modifiers on for those things. Spitballling here, but maybe something like:

Complex Hair/Scars = Unique Character traits
Different Perspective = AU requiring extra research
Bust vs. Waist-up vs. Full body = Character Study vs. Romance vs. Ensemble cast

Some things to consider, because this method of pricing sure does have some caveats:

  • this system works best on the low word-count end, and once you get to that 10k words level, the amount of research and plotting REALLY skyrockets, so your prices here may start to be much higher than an artist at the ‘equivalent’ level. That’s fine!
  • You gotta loosen up a bit! If you’re writing a drabble, you can’t be worried about how the characters got in that room or that situation or whatever, just like an artist doing a sketch is not thinking about why their character is wearing a jacket or ‘that hat.’ Different sizes of story really take different levels of detailed planning. Don’t be afraid to skip some details if you’re just writing 3000 words!
  • Make sure you know how quickly you can produce each level, so you don’t get over-run!
  • Every artist has one of those niches that is really their bread-and-butter. If your thing is 2000 word one-shots, MAKE SURE YOU ARE CHARGING ENOUGH! That’s what people know you for, after all!

I like this method, despite the problems, because it allows people to compare with a broad range of talent. Commissioned authors can be hard to find, but commissioned artists are plentiful on tumblr, so you can compare with a lot of different people and find a pricing scheme that works for you!

It’s also really salient to the public who is used to seeing this sort of pricing scheme, and I’ve found makes them more likely to commission if they know they’re having a similar experience.

More than anything, I like how it refocuses your writing! What you do is like what artists do: use a little to convey a lot of character! The more detail, the more background, or the more scope that needs to be conveyed, the harder you work.

Commissioned writing can be fun and can really help improve your stuff, and yes, finding people who will comment on a fic, much less pay for one, is HARD. But please at least get a sense of the value of your work, even if you aren’t going to do commissions!! It can really help you realize “Holy crap, I am a good writer! I am also so generous!”

Relax (Steve x Reader)

ALRIGHT, THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I’M NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT (I THINK I LIKE IT? I LIKE THE JOKES AT LEAST BC I THINK I’M FUNNY) AND IT’S REALLY LONG AND SMUTTY, BUT ENJOY? (also i know there’s a lot of typos in this fic but idk, i just can’t read this bc i personally will hate it lmao) 

Please let me know what you think and let me know if I should stop writing forever :) 

request: @itscoolayout​ (i shortened and changed it a bit but hey, you get the smut ;) )  (the request is a bit too long to list so this is going to a be surprise lol) 

word count: 6614 (god damn)

warnings: cursing (of course), very detailed sex (i think?), oral sex, fingering, captain kink (lol?)

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A McKirk Primer

So, you want to ship McKirk? Maybe a little bit? Just you wait:

1. Switch - THE BEST OF THE BEST by the amazing @ceres-libera.

2. Oh god, protective Bones is the best kind of Bones. Read Ceres’ amazing Not On My Watch. 

3. The Sum of Us by @the-dala - This is my McKirk comfort read. 

4. Everything by Mijan

5. oh man, this fic stole my heart. I Think I’ll Keep You (Like A Secret) by @hoosierbitch 

6. You need to be following @jamest-kirk, @nerodeniro, @twofacedjanus, and pretty much anyone I reblog from, they’re all quality and they all write amazing fic too. 

7. I wrote some McKirk ficlets but you should read the above fic first. 

you guys im SO hungover still but listen, there is only one way “elain uses the bond to manipulate lucien” goes

  • nobody asks her to do it. she’s just tired of feeling like she’s not contributing, tired of everyone treating her like she’s too delicate and sweet to do the kind of awful, ruthless work the rest of them do. 
  • and also it’s pretty clear that everyone’s feeling about lucien are mixed at best, so she tells herself–it’s okay, he’s probably not that good of a guy anyway, he’s the enemy, it’s okay, it’s okay–
  • her gut tells her otherwise, of course, but she talks herself into it.
  • she gets there and she’s all smiles and flirty arm touches and doe eyes
  • (and lucien… if he doesn’t see through it, he can tell something’s seriously wrong, but she’s here and she’s his mate so even if he’s wary as hell he’s still going to talk to her)
  • this lasts a maximum of twenty three minutes before Elain bursts into tears midsentence and she starts crying im sorry, i can’t do it, i’m sorry, you don’t deserve this, I just wanted to help feyre, i’m so sorry
  • like, guys, lucien is so sad and he has been hurt so many times. manipulating him is like kicking a puppy. I don’t think Elain would go through with it regardless because that’s just not her, but once she’s next to him, once she feels him through the bond and gets even the faintest idea of how much he’s already suffered, game over.
  • Lucien can’t find it in himself to be upset, or even disappointed, honestly. he wants to be hurt, should feel hurt, at the deception, but fuck, there’s so obviously not a malicious bone in her body that all he feels is pity and a sort of directionless anger–not towards elain, but towards the circumstances that made this poor sweet kid feel like she had to turn herself into a monster.
  • Lucien soothes her as best he can, assures her he’s not mad, that he understands. Elain keeps apologizing and can’t stop crying, and Lucien resorts to making dumb jokes to put her at ease.
  • Which just makes Elain cry harder, because he’s being so nice and sweet when she tried to do something awful to him, and–
  • Listen. it’s a mess. Lucien starts crying too a little bit. all the pent up emotions and anxieties about the bond and each other get released in ugly cry-laughter and then Elain gets the hiccups and her whole body convulses with each one and it’s the funniest thing lucien has ever seen in his life.
  • at long last it all works its way out of their system and they’re teary and wrung out, a strange and fragile comfort between them now
  • and elain, because her entire coming here was predicated on the lie that just spectacularly imploded, asks, “What do we do now?”
  • Lucien says, “I think we should be on the same team.”
  • “I’d like that.”
  • and from then on they are

okay so bi percy. let’s talk about bi percy. i have so many different ways this could play out & you’re about to hear about ALL of them. buckle up kids this is gonna be a wild ride.

  1. we’ll start with the most obvious which, of course, is percy realizing he’s bi when he meets luke. maybe not right away, but like kind of a “wow he’s cute” “wait WHAT” [3 weeks of denial] “yep guys are hot” “wait no i can’t like THIS guy he betrayed me and is out of my league and there’s probably something going on regarding him and annabeth” are you seeing where this is going. i hope you are because there is exactly one thing that saves this from being a terrible cliche. i have 2 words for you. two beautiful words. percico parallels.
  2. so this one is kind of similar to that but: percy realizing he’s bi when he meets beckendorf ((inspired by this post which i’m sure you’ve all seen)). this one is great because a) did anyone not have a crush on beckendorf lbr, and b) this way you get to see percy have that moment of replaying all the incredibly bi things he’s done/thought and being like “oH”. like there’s only one direction this could go in and that’s percy frozen with his jaw dropped for a solid five minutes thinking “oh my god did i like LUKE? were those. GAY FEELINGS?” while everyone else stares at him, confused & slightly alarmed.
  3. my personal favorite aka the jercy approach. i want to write a fic on this honestly. so this is basically just. okay so this is percy jackson we’re talking about right. and like. if percy had an inkling of a feeling that he might be attracted to guys do you know what he would do? right, he would go “hm i should probably make out with a guy to test this. that’s the logical next step here.” and percy knows a total of two non-straight guys, one of whom is 14 and just got over a very long crush on him so. probably not the best idea. right so he’s like yeah, okay, i’m gonna make out with jason grace. and so he does. he just walks up to jason and he’s like “i think i like guys haha kiss me?” and jason is like what is. happening to me. but percy seems to have good intentions so jason is like SIGH okay let’s do it. so they do. they make out on percy’s bed for like 20 minutes (they’re on the argo 2 in this universe. i don’t know why don’t ask me maybe they’re on another quest ok) and jason is like “haha yeah that was fun see ya” and percy is like bro. bRO and that’s the story of how percy winds up with a huge Terrible crush on jason grace who is 100% oblivious and 100% chasing after nico. percy Stresses For Ages. it all works out in the end probably i don’t know.
  4. this one is probably really far from canon but i don’t care because i’m absolutely in love with it. okay. so. percy flirts with everyone. like EVERYONE. and like nobody really notices because he’s only ever dated girls but then one day someone is like hey do you. think percy might like actually mean all those comments he makes about guys and someone else is like “haha no don’t be silly” but it gets everyone thinking about it (“everyone” = the seven, reyna, nico, thalia, rachel, clarisse, basically everyone who knows percy). and pretty soon it becomes like a Thing. the group bickers over if percy does or does not like guys. bets are made. everyone is stressed and no one sleeps for weeks. the group descends into Chaos. eventually everyone gets tired of percy being schrödinger’s bisexual and so someone (probably piper or thalia or rachel) goes up to percy and is like “i cannot TAKE this anymore do you like guys please tell us please. i’m begging you. end this.” and percy just. looks up. cocks his head. thinks for a minute. “haha yeah probably”. looks back down at whatever he’s doing. piper/thalia/rachel looks back at the rest of the group who are Totally Inconspicuously hiding in the bushes and they all just. look into the camera like they’re on the office.
From Con to Con (Part Eight)


Part Seven

A/N: Hello everyone! Another chapter for you, hope you like it! :) Love ya!

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: language, bad body image, some fluff

Word Count: 3,833

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Forever tags: @eileenlikesyou-maybe

Today was not a good day for you. Your mind was scrambled and you struggled to shove all bad thoughts out as you continued to run. All you wanted to do was focus on your feet hitting the ground and the music coming through your headphones.

It was a gorgeous chilly day in Vancouver and you were supposed to be enjoying a day off from filming season 11. You and the main cast had returned from Comic Con the week before. This was only your second time at Comic Con as an actor and it had been hectic. It was a completely different atmosphere to be a part of compared to the normal conventions.

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So, this is what I have been drawing all day today instead of drawing the stuff I had planned on working on :D oh well, at least I got some skeleton anatomy practice which is pretty good to do, because I know shit about it! pretty happy with the anatomy of the middle picture~

All is based on some of my favourite scenes in the new chapter of Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady which you can read HERE by @tyranttortoise because that fic is so damn awesome and I just love it so just go read it damn it!

The fish in Paps ribcage is kind of sexy (????)

I hope you’re happy @tyranttortoise, you did after all warn me there would be a Papy wearing a bikini top, so I should have know it would come to this <:

beloved-key  asked:

i like shiro pushing through an illness when he doesn't really have to, but consider: shiro powering through an illness when he ABSOLUTELY HAS TO. his team's been captured by galra on what was supposed to be a quiet infiltration mission that went wrong, and now shiro's got to sneak through, try not to give himself away with a cough/pass out, fight through the guards, and save his kids god dammit. and those kids are gonna be protectively taking care of him after that because god that was scary

Anonymous said to fever-ish: 

“dude!!! I love your work oh my god bless you!!! Can you do Shiro getting sick before a mission and then escalating a fuck ton in the middle of the mission and him trying to power through it until he can’t anymore?”

a fic for you! (and what a good couple prompts!! have i mentioned how much i  l o v e  writing shiro?)

[send me a prompt!]

They should have aborted the mission right from the start.

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I know I talk about it a lot but I was having a conversation with @falsepremise and I started talking about Home and now I’m thinking about Home and every time I do I just feel so grateful, even if I’m sad it was never finished. It was SO good, you guys. It made such an impact on me as a writer and a person and reader, and every time I check on it (because eight years later, I still have hope) I just see that “Updated: Aug 9, 2009″ and wonder if Lanaea is still around and if she’s doing okay and if she knows that I read this story once a year and that I think about what the ending may have been like and that I homage it in half the shit I write and that I love it with all of my little gay heart.

If any of y’all know Lanaea personally (you never know! It could happen! This fandom’s super interconnected!) please tell her there’s a fic writer out there who owes her so much. <3


ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E5: The Jersey Devil

<< 1.4 Conduit —————————————- 1.6 Shadows >>

I was feeling snarky so decided to unwind with another of my very serious and scholarly X-Files recaps. The Jersey Devil is one of my more favourite S1 episodes because of the number of ridiculous things that happen…but how did it stand up to my vague attempts to quantify my love of this show rigorous scoring rubric? Find out under the cut with gifs and random unconnected observations galore…

Laugh now Scully… while you can…

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katiewont  asked:

I was thinking about a thing. Noah and Ronan live in the two enclosed bedrooms at Monmouth. Since there's ghost-blur in Gansey's brain about when Noah came to live with them, we seem to be unclear about how that happened. And like, you know Noah did not move in a mattress with his Ghost Body. I figure this means that Noah either moved into G's room & accidentally evicted him (Noah thought they could share and G moved out to be polite?) & G bought a second mattress or G set up his room for him.

ok the idea of noah thinking they could share a room like bunkmates at a sleepaway camp is Adorable but so is the idea of gansey setting up his room for him?? like. gansey making his bed and noah just be like ‘you dont have to’ because he knows he’s never gonna sleep in it and gansey being like ‘nonsense!!’ and fluffing his pillow….. please this is. precious!!!

marvels-ninja  asked:

oh my gOD— im not as into spirk but holy hell out of obscurity is soooo good!! it's very well done and I can see the connections to tangled and it's very (as I said about st:m) SMAAAART!! love love love once again and all the art is great aaa!! you're a great fic writer and artist! full package, darlin'❤️💜💙

Thank you!! How did you know that being called smart is my kink the best compliment you can give me?
I’m happy that you enjoyed both the art and the story 💚
Kinda makes me think if I should write a post about how to write crossovers/fusions without copying either of the source materials yet keeping the structure of both?…
Also now I really want to draw another out of obscurity illustration. If you have any suggestions send them my way


Pairing: Gabriel x bi!Reader

Summary: The Reader comes home to find Gabriel watching her lesbian porn, and the truth comes out. A little bit of misunderstanding happens, but well, things always work out, right?

Warnings: hm…swearing, girl-on-girl action, fingering, bad smut writing :(

A/N: SO. My first and maybe only girl-on-girl thing, so please don’t get mad if I get things wrong, being a straight virgin with absolutely no experience in anything whatsoever…ALSO. YES, I am actually writing another LGBTQ+ friendly fic, and I have, I think, another one as well, so yay! Girls/Girls/Boys is also a song by Panic! at the Disco, so go listen to that! 

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anonymous asked:

Senpai, any good skk fic to share??

I’ve already made a list here but I’mma add some more because I lurked some more because I’m a thirsty loser but we all know that so

- Anything by tumblr user shizuos tbh. I can’t believe I forgot her last time she’s one of my goddesses but I assume u all seen her in the skk tag so.  



- La vie en rose. Idk what to say abt this fic tbh it’s so…beautiful? The writing is absolutely breathtaking and I was like damn how did you do it. ALSO PLS UPDATE I WOULD SELL MY SOUL I WOULD SELL MY EVERYTHING JUST UPDATE OH MY GO

-The way you said “I love you” Ok I admit I love protective (and thirsty) Dazai so. Yup. HEAVY BREATHING.

Ah… I Think We’re In What They Call A Hate/Love Relationship. So yeah Dazai and Chuuya share a room. Dazai realizes how perfect Chuuya is as he god damn should and it’s cute and it has Tachihara in it so hell yeah. But at this point I’d just recommend checking the author’s profile in general tbh I rec-ed her twice before. 

- Even god was in tears. Rip Chuuya you can never escape from Dazai tbh but it’s ok that’s how I want it to be BUT PLEASE UPDATE WHY WOULD YOU END IT LIKE THAT RIGHT BEFORE I MAYBE POSSIBLY GET THE R18 I DESERVE.