he was all happy and shit before i took over his tumblr lol

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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Meeting Iain and Elizabeth - My Weekend at C2E2

I don’t really know how to start this because this weekend was such an experience, and I had to the most wonderful time. I know a lot of you have been asking about my time there, so here’s a full rundown of my weekend. Most is under the cut because IT’S A LOT.

I’ll start with what you really want to hear. As most of you already know, Iain and Elizabeth were both the kindest human beings on the planet. Iain was just so nice and thoughtful, and he genuinely enjoyed meeting everyone at the con. You could just tell he was having a lovely time, which made the whole experience even better. And of course, Elizabeth was a complete angel, running a guy down to return his pen, and was completely sweet throughout the whole weekend.

Now, onto my Saturday experience!

First off, I have to thank @eclecticmuses​ for letting me follow her around like a lost puppy all day Saturday. Honestly, I had no idea where to go, so thank you for being so kind and leading the way. You were a lifesaver, and so much fun to hang with all day!

After meeting up with some of her cosplay friends, we went directly to Iain’s autograph line. We were about 15th? in line, so we didn’t have to wait that long, but let me tell you. Once Iain came out and sat down, the f-bombs were flying amongst our group bc we were losing our shit. After about a minute of everyone having a little excited panic, we calmed ourselves (as much as possible) and waited for our autographs.

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anonymous asked:

Bran is not "hands down the most hated character alive". You'd be surprised by the number of people who champion him even now. I don't think even the majority of the fandom hate Bran either. Just that those who do are very vocal about. The same ilk who care about cheap spectacle over substantive storytelling and think that the best "acting" involves a character emoting all over the place. Despite what Benioff and Weiss have done, Bran's haters are attacking him for the wrong reasons. (cont).

(cont 2). Bran’s haters or detractors are the same people who go off on him because Isaac Hempstead Wright had the temerity to go through puberty. I’ve actually read from people saying that they considered Isaac’s performance being weak because - wait for it - he no longer looks like a ten year old. This sort of rationale behind their dislike should tell you need to know about their mentality. Bran could be taking control of both Winterfell and the dragons, and his haters would still hate him!

i dont mean to be debbie downer here but i think youre underestimating how mad people are at bran for being a big meanie to poor little sansa, and those who dont care about sansa are mad that it was bran and not arya, and those who dont care about either just think bran is creepy and a loser. It seems overwhelmingly that most people hate bran now. I’ve seen very few people championing bran beyond confusedly trying to make sense out of why the show just took a rusty blade and brutally assassinated his character worse than anything I’ve personally ever seen on a tv show before. and of course the first thing i stumbled upon when opening tumblr for the first time today was a lovely spoiler about bran making meera cry before she leaves, so you know, just twist that knife even more and make sure everyone knows bran is the biggest piece of worthless shit ever. Thank you d&d, for the millionth time, we fucking get it, you hate bran. 

(and maybe even isaac? thats a different rant but they totally threw him under the bus and left him to take 100% of the blame for doing EXACTLY WHAT THEY ASKED and then couldnt even deign to spare a second in the After the Episode explaining what they fuck they just did.)

Granted i’ve stopped checking as much, but the reason i dont think anyone that wasnt championing bran before isnt championing him now either is because, what is there left to champion in the first place? He’s literally not even a character anymore. There is NOTHING left to root for. a lot of people just want for their favorite characters to simply be HAPPY by the end of the story, but if your favorite character is/was bran well..  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


It’s been too long… over a month nearly 2 months since I put out chapter 15, and I’m so disappointed. I’m royally annoyed that finally when I’m able to get back into Tumblr, my lovely daughter decided it was fine to spill some stuff on my computer… I lost so much work :( so I have literally had to re-write everything you see from Now on and it all be on my phone for now.

I’ve had to shorten the chapters because this Tumblr app on my phone is shocking lol

This is unedited because I’m too exhausted to re-read this, I’m just happy I’m finally posting this! I love all you patient people and I’ll be writing the next chapter tonight so give me a few days :)



“Linda-” it didn’t matter how many times I repeated that women’s name, when she goes off in one of her many tangents there was no way you could get through to her. “-jesus mom, stop thinking and just sit down for a moment. Your fussing isn’t helping the situation.” I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the sudden onset of a headache.

“Seriously Rachel for once stop trying to be so damn independent all the time and let me help you. You got out of hospital yesterday, tomorrow is ruby’s birthday and here you are on the sofa trying to organise a party and not in bed!” She huffed, her fists resting on her chubby hips as she stood before me. “Do you need another pillow? Here let me get you one-.”

“Mom! I’m fine please… I’ve been in a bed for months, I need to get some normality back into my life and if that means organising a party in a day, then so be it.”

I was exhausted beyond belief but I needed to get back into the real world. It didn’t help that my mom had practically moved in with me, well she hasn’t left yet let’s put it that way. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom but the best way to deal with her was in small doses. Not extended overnight stays.

“Fine, I give up! But don’t come crying to me when you start complaining about being sore, I’ll only say I told you so.”

“I’ll be fine” I stressed. “Finn will be here soon…”

My mother’s movements stoped. I could feel her eyes move across me as I tried to busy myself with the many phone numbers scattered over the coffee table. The distraction wasn’t working, it was obvious I wasn’t getting away from this one.

I sighed. “Just say it mom, whatever has your mind working so hard must be important." 

"What’s going on with you and Finn?”

I knew this question was going to come up in conversation soon, but honestly I still hadn’t prepared an answer.

“I don’t know” I shrugged, “we haven’t put a label on anything but I’m not sure if I’m ready for that type of commitment yet. It still hurts, all the words he said to belittle me when we were apart are still wirling around in my head.”

“Hon, that man loves you more then anything. Rachel baby, you didn’t see him when you were in hospital… He was there by your side everyday holding your hand, and if he wasn’t doing that he was being a single dad.”

“I know…” I had already been informed by Robert of the stress and exhaustion that plagued Finn everyday. Not once did he complain or speak about how he was feeling, and still to this day he hadn’t opened up to me about what had happened over the last few months. He wanted the here and now, a sort of new beginning with a twisted past.

I guess that’s what scares me. I’m not sure if I can go back to who I was before, I changed when my marriage ended. I had to learn how to become independent and parent a different way, no more relying on people. Heck, I can’t remember if I even asked Greg for his help.

Memories don’t fade fast; good or bad. So much nastiness had been spoken between us, and I’ll admit I’m scared. Getting back to a place that I left behind years ago, frightens the shit out of me.

“Well you know exactly what you have to do. No more excuses, you know deep down that everything he said during that time was blinded by rage, he couldn’t have you and that hurt him. You hurt each other, and to build that back is going to take work but I know you’ll get there.”

I wiped the tear from my face and smiled at my mother. She always knew what to say when I had to face something i didn’t want to. She is my number one supporter in life, and for that I’ll forever be in her debt.

“Thank you mom” I smiled. Of course she took the opportunity to smother me in a motherly hug, before she realised she was hurting me of course. “Shit! I’m sorry.”

I leaned back and tried to not show her how much pain I was truly in. “Its fine mom, it’s just still a little tender.”

She patted my check without saying another word, then left to finish her duties in the kitchen whilst I continued to plan my princess her birthday party.

I snuggled into the comfort of my bed, my body exhausted by the sheer volume of work I put into tomorrow and the party. Even if I managed to do it from the lounge room sofa, it still exerted my energy.

The kids hopeful were asleep, thanks to their father. Who like last night made sure they were clean and tucked away in their beds. He had been incredible since arriving home, and hasn’t allowed me to lift a finger. I can’t really complain about not having to do housework now am I?

The door cracked open and in walked the person in question. His suite jacket long forgotten, along with his tie. It was a sight I had seen often, but still got aroused by. His muscle more noticeable under the expensive cotton, even as he turned to shut the door behind him my eyes still found their way to his impressive behind.

“The kids are asleep” he spoke softly as he moved towards my side of the bed. He perched himself on the side of the bed and grabbed my hand. His thumb drawing a pattern on my palm, no words were spoken for a moment.

“Thank you.”

His head jerked upwards and he stared into my eyes a little confused.

“For what?”

“For all of this with the kids. Your going out of your way to be here and do everything when you don’t need too.”

Finn shook his head, “Rae they are my kids too, and you need me. I’m more then happy to lay my jacket across a puddle so you don’t get wet.”

He smiled, and captured my lips in a barely there kiss. “Id do anything for you, remember that.”

“What are we?” I burted out before I had the choice to second guess myself. Logical question, poor timing.

“What do you mean what are we? Aren’t we back together?”

“I don’t know you haven’t exactly said we are back together or not, you know” I huffed a little, causing his smile to grow.

“I just assumed since the ‘i love you’ was swapped at the hospital it meant you were officially mine again.”

“Well you could of told me that.”

He leaned forward and kissed my pouting lips again and chuckled.

“Did you want me to ask you officially?” Finn raised and eye brow, “get down on my knees and beg you to be my girlfriend again?”


“Or did you want me to get down on one knee and beg you to be wife again?”

“What?” I gulped.

Only a few hours ago I was worried about putting a label on us, and now he was talking marriage. It was too soon, I had only adjusted to letting him back in. I wasn’t ready for that type of commitment yet.

“Finn, I love you. Bu-”

“Too soon?” He laughed, and my panicked face turned red with embarrassment.

“Yeah I little bit too soon” I smiled up at him.

“I’ll give you time to get use to us again first, but I promise you that I’m going to make you my wife sooner or later. Whenever your ready so am I, I’ve missed you Mrs. Nelson.”

I moved the blankets next to me and patted the empty space. He was quick the strip out of his work attire, only leaving his boxers on. Finn slid his warm body up against mine, being careful of my still healing injuries.

“The next few months things are going to change” he whispered in my ear, “at work, between us. And it’s all going to be for the better. I’m not going to let them get away with this, I’ve waited long enough.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. I leaned towards his warmth more, our bodies were flush, the skin on my body tingled.

“You do what you have to do.” I knew there was no stopping a man like Finn. He was ruthless when it came to it, a business man of his stature didn’t get to the top playing nice.

“I love you” he whispered just as my eyes fluttered shut.

I don’t believe I managed to say the words back before I fell asleep, but he knew I loved him more then anything.

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anonymous asked:

can this prompt (otpprompts(.)tumblr(.)com/post/154067244034/imagine-your-otp-meeting-like-this-person-a-is) be the continuation of your aoki neighbor!au please??

It took me forever to find the original. LOL

I know this is… super late. But Happy Aoki Day?!? :D Here is the actual link to see the prompt lol. Sorta used it as a general guideline and changed it a bit.

Aokise is always for @limitlessmonster

Kise almost regrets leaving his phone on the end table beside the door.


He’d rather not have to call his sister and listen to her laugh in his ear when he tells her how he not only locked himself out of his house when he went to grab the newspaper, but also got caught in the door when it slammed itself on the belt of his robe. He doesn’t need a lecture about going outside half naked as well as one about his lack of observational skills.

He’d rather not have to call her… but he’d rather not be stuck outside, trapped by his own front door either.

When he gives another tug on the belt, another failure, he kicks at he door in frustration and regrets being pretentious enough to buy a robe where he belt doesn’t detach. He hopes that Kiyoko from across the street will be leaving for her morning run soon. She has a thing for Kise and hasn’t been discouraged by his endless rejections and apologies. She’d help him in a heartbeat.

In fact, Kise would be okay with any neighbor coming out their door to help. As long as it’s anyone but–

“What the hell do we have here?”

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Four Times Eliza Texted Henry "I Love You" and the One Time She Said It

Note: So I wrote a fic.  Because there’s honestly not enough.  And honestly I’ve marathoned this stupid beautiful show enough times to warrant wanting to write this (somewhat longish) fic.  I blame the chemistry shared between Cho and Gillan.  Damn them.  I don’t own any of the characters, by the way.

Four Times Eliza Texted Henry “I Love You” and the One Time She Said It

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Somewhere in Neverland

(gif credit to the creators)

Part 9 - Drunk on You

Master List

Summary: Jensen Ackles wasn’t looking for love, he had all but given up on finding it. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t expecting to find it in his best friend’s nanny.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,427
Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of being high
Disclaimer: For the purpose of this story Danneel and JJ don’t exist, you shall see why as you read :)
A/N: Thank you again to @iwillprobablybechangingthislater for helping me brainstorm! Also, the title comes from Drunk on You by Luke Bryan because the obsession is really real guys, I can’t stop listening. I think I need help lol. Also, tags are still being dumb. I promise if you asked to be tagged I added you but Tumblr won’t let me tag some of you. Feedback is cool :)

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I’m Gonna Talk About My Anxiety Now.

I apologize for the wall of text in advance. Sorry kitty girls. (I learned that phrase from RuPaul’s Drag Race. I’m trying it out. I don’t know how it feels. I don’t think it suits me, but I had to try. When April reads this, she will probably punch me.)

I’m pretty candid about having clinical anxiety. I know a lot of people who follow me, my career, and “Spring Awakening” also suffer from it. People would talk to me at the stage door about it all the time. I get a lot of questions about it in my ask box in regards to how I deal with it, especially as an actor. The concept of standing in front of thousands of people every night and singing is the absolute WOOOOORST. So I get it. I’m an interesting person to talk to about it. But I want to make it clear that just because I can perform in front of people, and can pretend like I’ve got it all figured out, doesn’t mean that I don’t struggle with this bitch of a mental illness every single day. I don’t feel like I should be the person writing about this, but I have a small following, and I want to try and help anyone who listens. 

FYI- If you said something to me at the stage door about it, or said something to me in my ask box about it, know that I think you are very brave. Also know that (in my experience, anyway) talking about it is the first step towards feeling better. 

I want to preface all of this by stating that I am in NO WAY A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. If you have anxiety, depression, or anything like that, and you cannot manage it on your own, PLEASE SEEK HELP FROM A PROFESSIONAL. DON’T FOLLOW THE ADVICE OF A YOUNG ACTOR ON TUMBLR FOR GOD’S SAKE. DON’T DO IT GUYS, OKAY?

Moving along.

I had my first experience with anxiety when I was a junior in high school. I think I was 17. Of course, at the time, I had no idea what anxiety disorder was. I remember being in the lunch room, feeling a weird chest pain, having everything go blurry, and then totally blacking out. When I regained my composure I was terrified, sweating like I just ran a mile, was confused, and was convinced that I was going to die. I was immediately sent to the nurse’s office. No one could understand why my heart rate was going insane. Before long, I found myself in a doctor’s office hooked up to a bunch of scary looking machines. The doctor told me that I was totally fine, so I left his office feeling confused and totally on edge. In fact, he told me that I could “go play a game of soccer.” I include that quote because it was weird as fuck, and I’ll never forget it. Like. Why would you say THAT? Of ALL THINGS.


These weird experiences (panic attacks, as I would eventually learn they were called) happened pretty regularly over the next year, and continued through senior year. I sort of just dealt with them, thinking that there was no solution for me. I was tired as hell. Every day I would wake up, go to school, leave school, and go to sleep for as long as I could until I had to go to band practice, or rehearsal for the school musical. It felt like my body was attacking me.

I would sleep as much as I could but I was an honor student, was figuring out college, was the class president (lol, I know, right?), one of the editors of the yearbook, was having my heart broken by a girl who I was completely in love with, was in a band that played shows throughout the NY/NJ area, and was the lead of the school musical. I had no time to deal with it properly. (If you read all of that again, you’ll see that it was basically a recipe for anxiety. Even as I type it and look at it, it makes a lot of sense.)

The really weird thing is that one day, the attacks just stopped. Completely stopped. Everything felt normal, and I just assumed everything was okay. And everything was okay for five years. I managed to get through all of college without a single major panic attack. I felt no anxiety, and everything was totally okay. To this day, I’ll never understand how I made it through college happily, without panic, without major anxiety, and without feeling like I needed to jump off of a very high cliff to escape it.

After I graduated from college, I immediately went on tour with Green Day’s “American Idiot” and I continued to feel normal, happy, and healthy. I got through that entire tour feeling like a million bucks. I was happy, I had a great time, and felt like everything was going to be awesome.

A few months later, tour ended. I was in “21 Chump Street” (which was the coolest week ever), and soon jumped back into the world of frequently auditioning.

And then one day, I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. And then the next day I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after. And then one day, I had a complete nervous breakdown as a result.

I remember it vividly. I was out to dinner with my girlfriend April, and her wonderful family. We were sitting at the dinner table, and much like junior year of high school, everything went black. When I regained composure, I realized that I was in the bathroom of the restaurant, crying, with my head between my legs. I had, apparently, excused myself from dinner, ran away, and went to the bathroom. I didn’t remember any of it.

Upon my request, April went to the nearest Urgent Care with me. They told me that I was totally fine. Which pissed me off. How could I be fine? How could I feel like this and be medically “fine?”

I went home to New Jersey to spend some time with my family, and completely lost my shit. I’ll spare you the details, but it was similar to the restaurant episode. My dad took me to the emergency room, where I was told I was having an “anxiety attack.”

I didn’t believe the doctor. Everything sucked. I felt like I could faint any second. My stomach was on fire. My head hurt. My chest felt like it had a jackhammer in it. A week later, I was back in the same emergency room. 

I had every test imaginable performed on me, only to be told that I was completely fine. The doctor was stumped, especially because I was completely insistent that I was dying of something. 

Therapy had been recommended. 

I’m going to skip a huge amount of time now, because the details don’t matter, I don’t want to bore you with them, and honestly, I don’t feel like typing them. But therapy helped a lot.

The important thing is that I struggle every single day, like so many people in the world do, and like so many of YOU do.

Every single day is a new challenge. Sometimes I convince myself I’m dying of something. Sometimes I get dizzy. Sometimes I get scared. Sometimes I look like a bus is about to hit me. Sometimes I look like a bus has hit me. For no reason. Sometimes I literally get anxiety about getting anxiety. It’s weird. But I’ve made a commitment to myself to never, ever again let myself be completely defeated by this disease.

And it IS a disease. Mental health is difficult, and it’s tricky to talk about, and it can be embarrassing. But the fact of the matter is that my brain produces too much adrenaline sometimes, which makes me really scared, and my brain isn’t so great at processing what is a real threat and what isn’t real sometimes. But that’s totally fine, because I’ve worked very hard to find out how to continue with my day. I hope anyone suffering with this will talk to a PROFESSIONAL and find out the best steps for them.


How can I be a performer while dealing with all of this weirdness? 

Honestly it’s the thing that makes the most sense. I love sharing parts of myself with people. I love talking. I love making stuff. I love singing. I love acting. I love auditioning! I love playing guitar. I love being a professional. I love working with other artists to find the best way to tell a story. I love getting in front of people and creating a shared experience. Performing has always been the one thing that makes me feel completely at ease. When I’m in a rehearsal, a songwriting session, a performance, or whatever. It is the one place and time that I have always felt completely in control of myself and the world around me. Nothing can ever take that from me. Ever.

I hope that anyone also suffering from anxiety can also find their “thing!” Maybe it will be programming, or writing, or dancing, or being a politician, or doing people’s taxes, or petting dogs, or running, or cooking, or teaching.

Whatever it is, it can be found, and I think every single one of you rocks.

Now that that’s out of the way, please feel free to fill my ask box with questions about poop and stuff.

A/N: I’ll be posting this on ff.net, but figured I’d post it here too. Decided to get back into writing a bit until I go back to school so here’s some Miyusawa with this AU idea I saw on Tumblr: ‘Every Wednesday at the same damn time you’re at the same cereal aisle getting the same cereal brand and I’ve been trying to make a move on you for ages.’  - I will admit it was sort of hard writing this one because I make things hard on myself… lol

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More than this - Stiles Stilinski {part 7}

[part 1 - part 6] (Masterlist)

(Tumblr wouldn’t let me post the gifs, shit.)

A/N: Here’s part 7 for you guys :) I originally planned this chapter to be longer, but it felt right ending it with a little bit of a cliffhanger, i’m sorry i’m evil *lol*. This could have some typos i wrote this late at night, sorry babes.

Warnings: alcohol, mild swearing.

“I just don’t know Kira. She said it will be a small Party but when is a Party at Lydia Martin’s EVER small?” I was talking with Kira over the phone while laying out different outfits on my bed.

“Just stop worrying for once okay? It will be fun, I promise. And Theo’s coming with you, so you won’t be bored.” Kira reassured me. I simply wasn’t a Party-Girl. And on top of that I had absolutely no clue what to wear.

“What are you wearing? I just can’t decide. Should I go for something casual but still edgy, or like all black and heavy accessories, that would look bad ass right? Or maybe something glamorous, the red short dress I wore last year on you birthday? Remember when this one guy tried to grab my ass and- oh. Yea maybe not that dress. Or I could-“

“(Y/N) ! Can you stop overthinking EVERYTHING? It’s just a Party. Okay you know what? Just wear the tight black dress we bought last month, the one that goes right above your knees, without the sleeves, you know which one?” Kira explained and I could imagine her using her hands while describing my outfit as if I could see it.

“Yes the one with the choker right?” I asked while pulling the dress out of my closet.

“Exactly, that one. And then wear your high plateau ankle boots, with the rivets on the heels. They look really badass. I should borrow them sometime..” Kira zoned off, making me giggle.

“Okay and for the accessories ?” I really liked the idea and I put the phone on speaker so I could put the dress on.

“Something simple. Like the thin golden necklace Stiles bought you for your birthd- oh, sorry. Just, wear your charm bracelet.” Her voice was sad, even though she tried to hide it. I hate that every time Stiles is mentioned, there is this weird tension. And my mood instantly changes.

“Yea, I’ll just wear the bracelet. Well, thank you Kira. I’m gonna hang up now, Theo is coming to pick me up in half an hour and I still need to do hair and makeup. See you later okay?” I rushed a goodbye and quickly hung up. Plugging in my curling iron, I started  with the rest of my look.

The loud thump of a car door signaled me that Theo was there to pick me up. I hurried down the stairs after grabbing my purse and opened the door just as Theo was about to ring the door bell. He eyed me up and down, making me automatically blush.

“Wow, you look….just, wow.” He stuttered before kissing my cheek to greet me.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Raeken.” I responded. He wore semi-tight black jeans that had this wasted, destroyed look going on, with ripped knees. On top of that he wore a simple white v neck shirt, that was slightly see-through so you could make out his sculpted torso underneath. His hair was casually spiked up. He was just drop dead gorgeous.

“Well, let’s get going shall we?” Theo offered me his arm and I looped mine through it after closing the door of our apartment.

After a pretty long car drive, we arrived at Lydia’s lake house. You could already hear the music thumping from inside, and a lot of people – that I had never seen before - were walking outside.

Theo and I were heading through the crowd of people, his hand laying on my lower back to guide me. It took us a few minutes to find Kira and Lydia, standing in the corner of the kitchen.

“Hey, there you are!” Kira said, her mouth turning into a huge smile and pulled me into a hug.

“(y/n) right? So glad you could make it. Do you mind introducing me to your handsome boyfriend?” Lydia said, handing me and Theo a red plastic cup with red liquid in it, that smelled extremely sweet and was definitely strong alcohol.

“Oh he’s not my-“ I nervously shook my head because I was sure Theo didn’t want to be referred to as my boyfriend.

“My name is Theo, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He interrupted me, winking at Lydia and took my hand in his.

I was surprised by that gesture. We had briefly talked about not being official and when he had said he really liked me and that labels didn’t matter to him, I still didn’t think he would want to be my boyfriend. It’s not that I don’t like it. He makes me happy and I really like him too. I just wasn’t expecting it and the whole Stiles situation was still very confusing. I decided I was going to talk to Theo about it later, if he really wants to take this a step further, he deserves to know what was – or is – going on between me and Stiles.

Lydia greeted a few people and then led us to the middle of the living room, where Stiles, Malia and Scott sat on a couch just talking and drinking.

Kira positioned herself on Scott’s lap and he gave her a short kiss. I could see how Kira’s cheeks were turning slightly pink and I smiled at that. Scott high fived me, since he couldn’t gave me a hug thanks to Kira sitting on him. Malia and Stiles didn’t bother to say hello they just nodded in my direction.

Scott also greeted Theo and told him he’s happy he came. I made sure to remember that I thank him later for that, since he was kinda the only one being nice to Theo in that moment. Me and Theo sat down on a smaller couch across from the others and Lydia thanked us all again for coming. I looked around, many people were dancing at the other end of the room. The music was pretty loud and not really the kind of music I would listen to, but it wasn’t that bad. Just typical Party music.

“Hey, should I get you something else to drink?” Theo asked me because he noticed I hadn’t took a sip from my drink. “Yea that would be great. Just something..less strong. I’m fine with soda.” I said, smiling at him. “Okay stay here, I’ll be right back.” He said before getting up and giving me a short kiss on the lips. I could feel Stiles staring at us. When I looked in his direction his jaw was clenched and he looked pissed, but he didn’t comment it. Thank God. Lydia went to get something out of the kitchen and came back with an empty bottle. Holding it up and smirking, she suggested that we should play a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. I wasn’t very fond of the idea, but the chance that I would end up in a room alone with Stiles was pretty low, since we were quite a lot of people playing. And it was better than Truth or Dare. Or Spin the Bottle. Unfortunately I wasn’t the only one thinking about that and of course Malia had to open her damn mouth. “Well it’s your lucky day (y/n), you won’t have to see me and Stiles kiss since we’ll be in a different room. So no need to freak out.”

God how I hated that bitch. Kira opened her mouth to back me up but I shook my head and mouthed “Don’t.” at her. I decided I was just going to ignore everything Malia had to say about me.

Theo returned right on time with my drink, I thanked him before taking a sip of my soda. Lydia took the bottle, placed it on the coffee table which was in between the couches, and spun it. After a few turns the head of the bottle pointed at Stiles. “Great. Now you spin to bottle. Let’s see who get’s to spend a little quality time with you.” Lydia said enthusiastically, she really enjoyed this stupid game. My eyes were focused on the bottle and I hoped – no, prayed – with every ounce of my being that it would land anywhere, just not on me. Oh god please, let it be everyone but me.

But you now, I’m (y/n) (y/l/n) and the odds were never in my favor. Never.

So when the bottle stopped moving, pointing straight at me, all I could do was laugh. Laugh because this was too fucking cliché. Because it was just too damn-

“Ironic.” Of course Malia had to say what I was thinking. And I almost couldn’t blame her. Because it was ironic.

Theo looked confused “Am I missing something?” he asked me, but looked angrily at Stiles.

“No, it’s just… similar to… a situation when we played a game at a party, nothing of importance” I explained to him, squeezing his hand softly. Theo just nodded.

“Well, let’s get this over with.” Stiles mumbled annoyed before Lydia led us to a tiny room upstairs that looked like a guest bedroom.

“So have fun you two, but don’t forget that in exactly seven minutes one of us will come barging through this door to interrupt anything that’s going on in here so hurry up.” Lydia winked at us and closed the door.

What followed was a minute of silence. It was awkward, I felt extremely uncomfortable and the minute seemed like an hour.

All of the sudden Stiles sat down next to me on the small bed, let out a deep sigh and said:

“I’m sorry (y/n). For everything. Can I just tell you something and you will just listen for a minute, without lashing out?”

I was completely taken aback by his apology. He hadn’t even said one nice word to me the last few weeks and I didn’t know what to say. Turning my head in his direction I looked at him and nervously nodded, hoping that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to complicate things even more.

Oh i had no idea.

[part 8 here]

In His Arms (Cameron Dallas) Part 6

Please Read: Hey guys, thank you so much for everything! I am really sorry it took so long for me to get this part out, but I’ve been a little bit too much in my own head lately. I appreciate all the messages I’ve gotten, especially today after y'all saw the post I made this morning. You guys really do give me a reason to get up in the morning, I wasn’t kidding when I said that. I would like to dedicate this chapter to e-sense17 who has been trying so hard to get Cameron to see the tweet I sent him. I really appreicate it, doll! 

If you haven’t already, please go retweet this. It would mean the world to me for Cameron to know how you guys help me every day, and he’s the reason for it. 

Here’s the link to the tweet: https://twitter.com/AlysonAdele/status/449603122164273152

Part 1: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/78308833561/in-his-arms

Part 2: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/79816776540/in-his-arms-cameron-dallas-part-2

Part 3: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/80030559819/in-his-arms-cameron-dallas-part-3 

Part 4: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/80294301313/in-his-arms-cameron-dallas-part-4

Part 5: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/80397780811/in-his-arms-cameron-dallas-part-5

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The next day I woke up to the sound of my phone blowing up from a group chat. God, why does my roommate always add me to those things? I don’t need to know everyone’s opinion on the new guy you’re dating.

I slowly opened my eyes to find Cameron smiling beside me, my hand still in his from when we had fallen asleep the night before. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. That was the third time I had woken up next to him in four days, and to be honest, the fluttering sensation in my stomach hadn’t faltered yet and I didn’t think it would any time soon.

“Good morning.” he said, moving to kiss me. When I turned so his lips were pressed against my cheek, he pulled away confused.

I laughed at the look on his face, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and I have cotton mouth. That’s not something you need to experience.”

He shook his head as I crawled over him on the bed and walked to the bathroom. When I walked back in his bedroom, Cam was sitting up in bed smiling as he read something on his phone. I didn’t think much about it when I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss.

“Good morning.” I said and he laughed.

“That was such a delayed response.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the bed next to him, grabbing my phone to see what in the world my roommate thought was so important she had to add me to a group chat. I was surprised when I realized it wasn’t my Pensacola group chat, but it was the guys. When I saw that Cameron had started it, I glanced up at him confused, but he wasn’t paying attention. I opened it and saw the reason my phone was blowing up.

Cameron had taken a picture of me while I was asleep, holding his hand close to my chest with the words Hey guys, guess what? underneath it.

Taylor: Holy shit guys! It’s a thing!

Nash: Damn you work fast. ;P

Jack J: Finally.

Shawn: Am I the only one that didn’t see this coming?

Aaron: Yes.

Carter: OMG! My ship is canon!

Matt: Shut up Carter. You sound like a Tumblr girl. I’m happy for you man, just remember what I said.

Jack G: :)

When I looked up at Cameron he was still looking at his phone, probably checking Twitter. I shook my head and quickly replied to the group chat.

I wonder if he realizes he forgot to take me out of the group chat?

I got my phone ready to take a picture of his face when he saw the text. It was definitely worth it when he looked up from his phone, the words “Oh Fuck.” clearly written on his face. I laughed and added the picture to the chat, He does now.

Carter: ROFL!!!! I’M DYING!

Matt: Good job, dude.

Nash: Wow, Cam.

Taylor: U done fucked up!

Jack G: Dumbass.

Jack J: ^ what he said.

Aaron: Lol!

Shawn: How could you forget to take her out, dude?

I laughed at all the guys replies, and then looked up at Cameron who was pouting causing me to shake my head.

“Oh don’t even start that, you took a picture of me while I was asleep!” I said incredulously.

“You looked really cute, I couldn’t help myself!” he said defensively.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, just delete the picture and tell the guys to do the same thing.”

“What? Why?”

“In case any of you guys get hacked. I don’t want to deal with a situation like you and Morgan.” I said simply.

“So you want to keep us a secret?” He asked. I rubbed his shoulder as I saw the hurt in his face.

“Not a secret, I just don’t think it’s a good idea to establish what we are to the fans yet. I think we need to wait a little while.”

He nodded, but the hurt in his eyes was still apparent as he stood up. I quickly followed him and placed my hand on his shoulders to get his attention.

“Hey, this has nothing to do with being ashamed of what we have or being unsure of it. I’m just trying to be realistic.” I got on my tip toes and kissed his lips, to which he eagerly replied.

Although the first part of what I said was true, I fibbed a bit about the latter. Despite how much I really wanted this to work, I was still a bit unsure of how long it would last. I try not to judge people by their past, but I couldn’t help but keep my heart guarded. I knew how Cam had been with other girls, and although I wanted to think our situation was different, I didn’t see anything wrong with being prepared if it wasn’t.

Cameron’s hands were gently caressing my sides as we were getting deeper into the kiss, but that didn’t last long as both of our phones went off. We both pulled away reluctantly and Cameron grabbed his phone to look at the chat, holding it out so both of us could see.

Shawn: Guys, I can’t come to Chicago this weekend :(

I was sad for a moment, I loved that kid and it wouldn’t be the same that upcoming weekend. Only when I got a text from Bart did I get really upset that Shawn wasn’t coming.

Bart: Hey Aly :) Since Shawn isn’t able to come this weekend we need you to do some songs by yourself to fill up the time slot. The Jacks and Jacob will fill up the rest of it.

I looked at my phone for a minute rereading what Bart had said over and over again. I sent a quick okay to him and then sat down on the bed with my head in my hands. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cameron sat down next to me, “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice concerned.

I handed him my phone to let him see the text from Bart.

“Hey, it’ll be great! I know you’re nervous but at least this way you can play some songs you like. Even though you don’t bitch about it, I know you aren’t really into a lot of the songs you have to play with Shawn. This way you can expose the fans to ‘good music’ or whatever.”

I laughed as he tried to make light of the situation, but that soon faded. “I dunno if I can do it by myself.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “Well, we’ll just have to use this week to get you prepared.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head, and I didn’t like it. He always got that look when he was plotting something with Nash, which let’s be honest, was never a good thing.

“Go get your guitar.” He said nudging my shoulder.

I looked at him incredulously and asked, “What now?”

“No time like the present. Come on, we’re gonna start with me and then we’ll move on from there.”

I nodded warily, and walked through the bathroom into Sierra’s room where my guitar was sitting in its case. I could already feel myself shaking. You would think after performing in front of all the people at MAGCON with Shawn, I wouldn’t freak out about playing by myself for just one person. That definitely wasn’t the case though, as I walked back into Cam’s room and saw him patiently waiting for me.

I sat down on the carpet in front of him with my guitar in my lap. My hands went straight for the tuning pegs, I was going to draw this out for as long as possible. After sitting there for a moment, I could see Cameron getting restless out the corner of my eye.

“I’ve seen Shawn and Jacob tune their guitars enough to know that you’re stalling.” he said as he shifted from the bed to the floor in front of me. “Just go for it.”

I bit my lip before asking, “Well what should I play?”

He thought for a moment, his eyes locked on mine while he did, “You probably want to play something that you think at least some of the fans there will know. It doesn’t have to be from the top 40 or whatever, just something kind of well known.”

Immediately, the song Breezeblocks by Alt J popped into my head. I fixed my capo on the fifth fret and took a deep breath. I kept my eyes on the neck of my guitar as I strummed the chords. C E Am C. C E Am C.

“I know you know this song, stop looking at your hands and look at me.” Cameron said laughing slightly as he spoke.

Gradually I brought my eyes up to meet his, and he nodded for me to start singing. Keeping my eyes locked on his was probably the most difficult thing I had ever done up until that point, which is saying something because I had been on ‘wake Taylor up’ duty for the three weekends in a row.

She may contain the urge to run away, but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks.”

When I played the final chord of the song, I smiled to myself, proud that I had managed to keep my voice level and my eyes on his almost entirely throughout the song. My face was probably the shade of a freshly picked tomato, but that was beside the point.

Cameron had this huge goofy grin on his face, “See! You’re gonna be amazing this weekend.”

I laughed, “Oh yeah, because singing in front of just you is going to be exactly like doing it in front of all those girls.”

“We’ve got until Saturday to work you up to that, but for now, we’ve made progress.”

I shrugged and leaned my guitar against the wall, I definitely had a long way to go. Even though playing in front of Cameron had been pretty intimidating, I knew nothing would be able to compare to playing in front of all of the people who bought tickets for Chicago MAGCON. I knew the majority of the girls who went there only went for the guys, I never had an issue with that. But did Shawn have to decide not to come the weekend after I slipped up and posted a picture in Cameron’s house? The thought of all the girls giving me death glares while I was on stage was unsettling.

Cameron interrupted my thoughts as he stood beside me, “Hey I want food. Would you mind driving to In and Out?”

I laughed and looked at my phone, “It’s only 10:30!”

He shook his head, “You are so small town. With you driving it’s going to take at least half an hour to get there with traffic, and then there’s probably going to be a 15 minute wait anyway. So if we leave now, we’ll have food by 11:15, which is lunchtime.”

It would have taken a much braver girl than me to argue with a hungry teenaged boy’s logic when it came to food. I just nodded, to appease him and went into Sierra’s room to change.

Cameron’s room was empty when I came back. How he managed to get changed and downstairs faster than me with his foot, I would never understand. When I walked downstairs, I saw Cam leaning on the crutch with his phone against his ear.

“Yeah. Tomorrow night? Great, I’ll talk to you later.” He smiled at me as he put his phone in his pocket. “Ready to go?”

I nodded, “Yeah. What’s happening tomorrow night?”

Cameron looked up and to the left, before saying, “Oh my friend’s dad owns this restaurant downtown and they’re having some sort of theme night, I said we would go. I hope you don’t mind.”

Despite the fact that he had a pretty quick answer, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t telling me the whole story. Deciding not to worry about it, I shook my head, “No, sounds like fun.”

In and Out was packed when Cam and I made it there, luckily almost everyone there was just getting their lunch and running out. One thing I would never get used to how fast-paced everything is in California. It was nothing like home.

When we sat down at a table with our food, I made a face at Cameron who immediately went to town on his burger.

“What?” He asked, a smile forming at his lips.

I laughed and shook my head, “You damn Californians and your love for In and Out.”

Cameron got a serious look on his face, “Please don’t tell me you like Five Guys.”

“It’s pretty much the same thing.”

“You better be careful who you say that to, Aly. It’s blasphemy comparing Five Guys and In and Out. We’ve kicked people out of this state for less.” he teased.

Our little back and forth commentary was interrupted as a girl about 15 came up to our table.

“I know you guys are eating, and I’m really sorry, but would you mind if I got a picture with you guys?” the girl asked timidly. There was no way either one of us could say no to that.

Cameron wiped his mouth on a napkin and they both came to my side of the table where the girl held her phone out and we took a silly selfie.

“Oh my god, thanks so much!” she said as she tweeted the picture with the caption ‘February 25, 2014. Officially the best day of my life!’

It all came crashing down on me at one time as I realized what she said the date was. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I could feel my breaths starting to come in short increments.

When the girl walked away, I immediately stood up. “I need some air, I’m sorry.”

Cameron looked confused as I walked away, but at that moment I didn’t really care. I could not believe I didn’t realize what day it was. With everything that had happened over the past few days, I hadn’t thought about the fact that my grandma’s birthday was coming up. I mentally kicked myself for not realizing sooner. If I had, I probably could have avoided the almost panic attack I was having as I stood outside of the restaurant. A few tears ran down my cheeks as I lit up a cigarette, hoping to calm my nerves. Every holiday since my grandma passed, had felt wrong. Her birthday was no different.

After a minute, Cameron appeared at my side holding a bag with, what I assumed was our lunch. He stood in front of me, and I tried to look away not wanting him to see me crying.

“What’s wrong, Aly?” he asked placing his hand on my cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

I bit my lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s my grandma’s birthday. I’m sorry, I just didn’t realize it until she said the date.”

Cam shook his head and put his arm around me, “Please don’t ever apologize for that. I know how much you miss her.” I nodded into his shoulder. Thoughts of how I didn’t deserve him, creeping back into my head. “Let’s head back, okay? Are you good to drive?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I promise.” I said as we started to the car.

The fact of the matter was that even though I wasn’t fine at that moment, I knew I would be because Cameron was there. The sad thing about that was, it honestly scared me. I never had someone who said they cared and actually acted upon that statement.

We had just established whatever it was we had the day before and he kept swooping in like a superhero to save me. The only difference being in comic books, the superheroes saved their girls from monsters, whereas he was rescuing me from myself.

As we got in the car and drove out of the parking lot, I couldn’t help but think maybe I wasn’t so different from the monsters in comic books. I just wondered how long it would take Cameron to realize it.

I just want to remind you guys that y'all have a special place in heart. Thank you for being amazing.


I just got back to the hotel, I JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING PAUL MCCARTNEY IN CONCERT FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. Holy shit. How to put it into words? I have no clue. There ARENT any words that can describe how amazing and surreal this experience was.

So, I got emotional from the minute they were dropping me off. I saw a couple signs saying “PAUL OUT THERE TOUR SOLD OUT!” and stuff and I got so emotional because I had dreamed for this day for so long. So I cried a little bit, my mom was judging me saying im over-dramatic (she doesnt understand). I got there and it was like one more hour left for the show to start so I got in line to buy shirt. THE DAMN LINE TOOK AN HOUR -_- it was 8pm and I was barely getting to the cashier to get my shirt. I was desperate and nervous…I DIDNT wanna miss Paul’s intro. So I got it (yey! Beautiful shirt too) and I HAD to go to the rest room it wasnt even a question if I should go or not I had to because I didnt wanna leave the show AT ALL for nothing. So I did (that line was way way way faster lol). SO FINALLY I was headed to my seat, it was like 8:15pm by then and thankfully the concert hadnt started. I got to my seat and I actually chilled there more like 20 more minutes before he came on.

SO HE CAME ON AND IT WAS THE BEST FEELING IN MY LIFE EVER OKAY (“: THERE HE WAS…A LIVING LEGEND STANDING RIGHT THERE BEFORE MY EYES. I COULDNT BELIEVE IT. I had to take a few deep breaths and hold my tears back because it was overwhelming. He is the wittiest most sassy most adorable most silly 72 year old ever (”: He told us a few stories from when The Beatles played that same stadium in 1966 and how he was proud to be back again ever since <3 He did a mini tribute to Jimi Hendrix as well as (of course) John and George (in which I cried). He did tributes to Nancy and Linda as well. SPEAKING OF NANCY! She was two sections down from me in the audience (: I didnt get to meet her or anything but I saw her from afar! Anyway, he sang all my favorite songs (basically all songs hes ever written are my favorite soo) and damn he did a great job ;_; He took two fans onstage with him and gave them an autograph (LUCKY DUCKIES)! (:

OKAY so but the most magical moment (one of anyway) was..okay so….it was a stadium show which had no roof, obviously and tonight was a FULL MOON. The full moon was right beside the stage and it was PURELY magical…BUT thats not all, there was a moment where Paul was singing, the full moon was out so bright and beautiful and suddenly out of nowhere I SEE A SHOOTING STAR. A massive shooting star passed right across the stage…a real shooting star ok not like a fake one that the production added or something lol. IT WAS A MOMENT OF PURE BLISS AND HAPPINESS AND MAGIC. Full moon + Shooting Star + PAUL MCCARTNEY = A MOMENT THAT I WILL NEVER FORGER IT WAS PERFECTION IT WAS MAGICAL. Seriously wow I dont even know how to explain. It is rare to see shooting starts down here like that it was really big and bright it passed for like 3 seconds then it vanished it was beautiful having that happen at that moment with Paul in front of me. (“:

Anyway, so many performances I wanna talk about…ugh so Something was freaking beautiful and Here Today made me cry :C LIVE AND LET DIE WAS FUCKING PERFECTION I DONT THINK IVE EVER BEEN SO HAPPY?! I MEAN IT WAS JUST MAGICAL THE ENTIRE SHOW WAS REALLY ;_; Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End was phenomenal!!!!! OMG JUST ALL THE PERFORMANCES WERE JUST AMAZING, SO AMAZING. 

There was a drunk guy sitting next to me, he was actually really nice and it made me happy there was someone so hyper right next to me (’‘x So I wasnt alone! OH and I bumped into a lovely tumblr fellow at the show (message mee!!) took a photo and everything ^_^ ITS SO GREAT MEETING ONLINE BEATLEMANIACS IN REAL LIFE (: WOW im probably leaving loads of stuff out but this is long now!?? I took photos and beautiful videos (well my camera sucks the quality isnt the best but by beautiful I mean the experience and the memories I have) which I will post TOMORROW once I get home (at night probably)!! (”:


As Paul was singing his last song and saying goodbye I felt a bit sad but then I remembered Im going to see him again next month and all was well (“: BEST NIGHT EVER, I LOVE YOU TO FUCKING DEATH PAUL. I MEAN IT.

Tour Bus Smut (Michael)

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Author Spotlight: peetasbunmyoven

This feature is a collaboration with panempropaganda and everlarkedalways as part of Panem Propaganda’s 100 Days of Mockingjay: Shipping and Fanfiction.

This interview is a companion piece to an article written for Panem Propaganda, available at X.

With many thanks to panempropaganda, everlarkedalways, and peetasbunmyoven.

Graphic by everlarkedalways. Interview by papofglencoe​.


“Buns has an amazing gift of expressing a character’s inner thoughts and emotions by putting them into words… it is very easy to connect with a story when you’ve experienced the same kind of heart-leaping joy or soul-crushing anguish. With her accessible writing style Buns… provides a refreshing take on Katniss and Peeta’s relationship.” -lovesbiggerthanpride

What is so unique or special about Everlark to you?

At this point I am so enamored and invested in them it is hard for me to think of anything that quite frankly isn’t special or unique about them. I guess as a lifelong avid reader and, well, romantic… the real question I have for myself is why they hit me so hard and took root so deeply- because very few characters in fiction have done this to me.

I suppose the universe itself compelled me and, like everyone else, you are just sucked in so quickly. I fell in love with this fragile relationship from the moment Katniss thought, “not him.” The tether they have to their past, the uncertainty of their future, and in the middle of it all you are left screaming at them that they love each other for three entire novels. And the characterizations are all so unique and in so many ways opposite to what is normal for your leading protagonists. I loved that.

I loved these books. I loved the political message, and I applaud Suzanne Collins for creating such a beautiful thought-provoking series. That being said, I am romance trash. Peeta Mellark as a male love interest is a breath of fresh air in his genuine goodness. He’s attractive and intelligent and charming and appealing and without an ounce of chauvinism. I adored that. It made me fall hard and want to fight for them through each book. They go through such an impossible story, and they are children. God, and they find their own happy ending after everything… and I am not certain I will ever be over it.

What inspired you to write Everlark fanfiction in the first place?

Probably a couple glasses of Chardonnay and stupidity. I was late to the fanfiction game. I literally did not know it existed. I stumbled upon a comment about it under a youtube video of the cast for the first movie. I was like what is this? That night I did not sleep. I just binged. I was running on an Everlark high for months.

In school I was always good in English but never set out to write anything for other people. So I started to try in secret, and one night I sat down and just drabbled some nonsense. I never shared it. I saved it and protected it like a preacher’s porn collection. Over time a few lovely people [on] tumblr encouraged me to write. At this point it was not Everlark. No, I was not ready for that because I was like a frothing, rabid fan for the Everlark writing base, and I loved the ship too much. I didn’t want to tarnish these two with my mediocrity and those who write it. I mean, have you realized how spoiled we are? Finally, over time I just couldn’t not try to write them. They were the reason I found tumblr, and for some reason people there wanted to read the things I thought up. So one night I probably prayed and maybe cast a spell or two and for good measure lit some candles before giving a round of PiP a go.

What’s your personal favorite of your own fics and why? What inspired it?

You are in so much trouble for this question. You can’t ask me these things! I am still and probably never will be thrilled with any of my stories. That being said, since I have been warned that I am required to answer this, I go with Landslide. For a couple reasons. First of all, it was the first time I contributed to a fanfiction charity with S2SL. I loved the idea of writing to make some kind of difference, even a small one. It is the longest story I had written up ‘til then, and, to answer the next part of your question, it was very loosely inspired by that hot guy I married and the year I broke his beautiful heart because I was scared and an idiot. So there are some little tidbits throughout that mirror some things we went through. (For the love of god do not read into the crazy smut… I mean we did and do just fine, but I write Everlark porn like they are Olympic champions of sexual triathlons. Which they are okay?)

What’s the greatest challenge for you to writing Everlark?

Words. LOL. No, the hardest part for me is plotting. I am not an organized person. I don’t outline, and I can never stick to a plan. I usually write in these huge four-hour writing segments where I finish a 7K one-shot in one go because if I have to come back [to it] I panic. This is why starting a WIP is such a bad idea for me. So… instead of coming up with well-thought-out plots I do dumb shit like sigh and stare into space thinking, “I want Peeta to be a lifeguard and come out of the ocean dripping wet….” Then I write around that and pretend to construct meaningful backstory and use the distraction of gratuitous Peeta topless scenes so readers never realize they are actually not reading anything of substance. I tie it all up with a smut bow and somehow no one notices. [Crosses fingers this formula carries on a little longer].

Buuuuuuuut I also sometimes struggles with Katniss being in character. Personality-wise I am much more a Peeta, so sometimes I worry her voice is lost- which, since I love her to the moon and back, stresses me out. [Throws out another shirtless Peeta scene to distract from Katniss being ooc].

When you’re pushing the limits of character or situation, what ineffable traits of Katniss and Peeta/Everlark do you keep intact to preserve their characters?

Man, with Peeta it a truckload of frivolous things like his beautiful eyes and hair and, god love him, those shoulders, am I right? I also to make him smell like a baked good. This is just how is must be, okay? But beyond those surface things I love Peeta to be charming, and warm, and, only with Katniss, a little uncertain. I like when he knows what to say and how to be there or how to be exactly what she needs even when Katniss doesn’t. Katniss I like a little more rough, but just on the edges, because inside she’s a marshmallow. I like her to be aware of Peeta whether she understands why or not or even wants it. Plus, I love to make her scowl. Because Peeta loves that scowl and her long black braid and jfc I love these two.

What’s your favorite Everlark trope and why?


I screamed it you. (You are welcome). It is one of my fave tropes in all forms of fiction and life. In fact, if my husband had a female best friend I would probably ship them when she came to hang out with my family. I am shameless. Nothing is better to me than them having this beautiful history, but at some point something shifts or one of them has wanted something more and been angsting away for years. I want it all. Longing looks, brushing fingers, laughter turning to prolonged eye contact, platonic bed sharing, awkward inconvenient boners, and petty jealousy that shocks them. God, give it to me!!!!!

What is an Everlark fanfic that has stayed with you? Why?

Well, this is impossible, but looking at my previous answer I will go with one of my faves that follows that trope. As most of us did when I found Everlark fanfic, I started with strictly canon fics and one day got brave and did canon AU like a wild woman. It took months to brave my first AU, and I started small… I mean I didn’t want to go crazy. This was Everlark- you can’t just put them in any situation, right? WRONG! I kept going down the list of high-rated fics and would read this same description all the time about Peeta being deaf, and the idea of it, when I was so used to communication and language and his speaking being such a huge part of who he is, was about as alternate a universe as I could imagine. The best friend aspect finally just made me give in. I read With Eyes to Hear by the beautiful Amelia_Day in one day and cried like a baby and reread it the next day. I have probably read it forty times since.

What is your favorite Everlark headcanon or fanon?

Besides the insane, all-encompassing, life-altering sex life they have??? I loved that in canon Peeta was caught looking at her all the time. Because to catch him looking, although Katniss might not have realized it, meant that she was looking back. I like to believe they spend the rest of their lives looking at each other or catching the other staring. Just kind of in awe that this is their lives… that somehow they made it here. Katniss likes to watch him sleep. She likes to watch his chest rise and fall and feel so grateful that he’s breathing, that his heart still beats. She still loves his eyelashes and the way his hands move when he bakes and draws and cradles their children’s heads in his palms. Peeta loves watching her move…through the woods, across the floor of the nursery at night. He loves her scowls and her smiles and the way her hair comes out of her braid before bed. I just like to believe that with everything they went through they are always looking to make sure the other one is there…and with each look they fall in love with a little something else, fall in love a little more. Sigh. Yeah. Pretty much.

peetasbunmyoven is the author of works such as Dream Her In Scream Her Out, Landslide, and Pieces. She is on FF and tumblr as peetasbunmyoven. Her drabbles are at X

A shipper story :)

This time last year, I was dealing with a deployment, six months after my husband had gotten home from a remote tour in South Korea. My son and I stayed behind in North Carolina. Afterwards, we got our dream assignment to Arizona. Then the dreaded “D” word came up. I was tired, and so sick of being alone. I kept thinking after Korea, spending an entire year away from my soul mate, being married but living separate, I just did not know how I’d do it again.

I had already read outlander, which I was determined to do because I wanted to read the book before I watched the show. I didn’t realize at that time how big both would impact me.

So anyway, July 2015. SDCC was in full swing and I decided to watch the outlander panel. I didn’t realize it at the time but that’s definitely the day I joined the ship. I didn’t even know what shipping was! It took me awhile to figure or what it was I was doing. lol.

I had already been lurking in the tumblr outlander fandom for a few months, and it took me a while to find my voice and start getting brave enough to interact with everyone.

At the time, I was super stressed, worried, anxious, etc. Anxiety has always been a struggle for me since I was a teenager. My relationship with my parents had gone to shit a few months earlier, my husband was gone, again, my cat was dying of cancer and I had no idea how long he’d be around for. My worst nightmare was having to put him down alone.

Not to mention trying to not lose my mind with a four year old running around.

So tumblr and this fandom quickly became my escape. For a little while each day I could forget about everything going on around me. Gushing over outlander, Jamie and Claire, and Sam and Cait. I was so happy to find like minded people who understood my obsession 😉

This literally was my happy place for months.

A few weeks before my husband was due to come home, my cat took a turn for the worst and I had to put him down. He had cancer in his lungs and had a lot of trouble breathing. I was alone with my son and so heartbroken. It was my worst nightmare. And the second time I’ve had to put one of our pets down by myself.

Well, this long story is just my roundabout way of saying how thankful I am for this place. Even just lurking here, knowing I had found people as passionate as I was about Sam/Cait/Outlander was a comfort to me. And when I finally got brave enough to add my voice to the conversation, it became an even better experience.

I never really consider myself a strong person, but 15 years as a military wife has taught me a lot about how much I can handle, and not giving up easily, even at the hardest part when you think you can’t go any further. So I don’t want to give up on this ship, especially for the wonderful ladies I’ve come to know here.

So I wanted to say thank you to those I follow, and whom follow me. You may not know it, but same days you all were the only thing keeping me sane. And that continues to be true to this day.

This ship/fandom can be a real roller coaster ride, but so is life. 😉

I originally came here for Outlander, Sam and Cait, but found so much more.


P.S., thank you for reading this, especially if you’ve made it to the end 😉👍🏼

Frozen 2 Elsanna edition

or what happens when there is a female villain character introduced.

Because this character has to be bigger than life to match Elsa. And this leads somehow to getting rid of this one small thing about Elsanna some people don’t like for some reason.

Ok, so with all these rumors about Frozen 2 plot - which are rumors and should not be taken seriously - but with them and some tumblr stuff and me bored to tears at some presentation (usually I read elsanna fanfiction to kill time, but this time there were too few people and it would be plain rude), my mind started to wander and somehow got into this scenario where Frozen 2 ends with happy legal Elsanna. I took notes. These are silly. Very silly.

Made them for myself, just for fun. 

But if Disney wants them, then YES.

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