how has this reply not made it into any of the posts in her tag!

ideas for a new animal crossing game!!
  • windy days where the trees blow and bells chime and villagers comment about being swept away 
  • sunflowers! water lillies! 
  • more ways to group things like the fruit baskets such as bouquets of flowers
  • keep all your tools on a tool belt that takes up one slot
  • being able to choose where villagers live or bring back something like the signposts 
  • more conversations+replies! Just more things for villagers to say in general i’m tired of the same thing every day 
  • SKINTONES
  • letter system that recognizes key phrases/words and has villagers reply to it (like if you say “how are you” they would respond, if you write something mean they would get upset and not just thank you lol) 
  • DAILY MAYOR DUTIES
  • duck villagers like the rain as well as frogs (i think ducks like rain?? not entirely sure tho)
  • meet villagers at the café, museum, beach, etc for a date sort of thing, like instead of meeting at your house meet at the café. 
  • bring back constellations, or at least be able to tell Celeste she’s adorable again I miss flirting with her.   
  • become friends with npc like u do with sable/ once you become good enough friends they get their pictures (ik u can get some special character pics but I want blathers and the able sisters and pete etc etc) at a certain level they can pop into your house uninvited  
  • be able to send kk slider fanmail/ send mail to other npcs
  • a way to plant grass. Please. 
  • fruit bushes, berries and things like that 
  • MORE FLESHED OUT VILLAGER PERSONALITIES. I want villagers to be mean to me again and yell at me!! villagers that are cold at first and then build up a friendship with them! I want this more than anything else on the list tbh  
  • christmas lights on houses and buildings!!
  • a main street similar to the one in HHD with more shops! 
  • basically everything from HHD: furniture outside, furniture closer together you can squeeze through, middle slots for items on tables, villagers holding items like ice cream, ceiling decorations and curtains and windows oh my, possibly furniture outside but with a limit 
  • resize things as a form of customization 
  • ability to turn furniture in more directions 
  • a big hide and seek competition like the fishing tourney where you have to find every villager or something? 
  • give isabelle time off! Maybe a new character that takes her place when she’s on break, like phyllis in the post office
  • when isabelle has time off (sundays? Lunch time?) u can see her roaming around town
  • more colors/options for pwp, like the police station has two options. different color scheme choices for the campsite, café, any pwp could have multiple color choices basically
  • brewster stores gyroids again I loved seeing him geek out over them
  • something (like thanksgiving) where you can gather certain food, fish, other things, bring to a piece of kitchen furniture and make them into a food to bring to your villagers or sell (ex: gather a bunch of apples and make a pie) maybe a grocery store to go along with this? And you could buy exotic fruit from that store as well?
  • more stories like able sisters+tom nook, maybe blathers and brewsters gay lovestory or something
  • buy different styles of fish tanks and bug boxes, a big tank for a lot of fish, ability to throw fish food in 
  • a new way to make paths instead of patterns with options for cobblestone, brick, asphalt, and sidewalk materials
  • in your encyclopedia an icon that shows if you’ve donated it to the museum 
  • ability to rotate pwps/houses
  • more animations, for example Jock villagers can jog around town
  • NOCTURNAL ANIMALS
  • library pwp with a new uptight librarian character that likes you because you’re so quiet
  • pwp on beaches+ ones made specifically for it like beach umbrellas
  • villagers contribute to museum and donate more to Pwp
  • areas away from the village you could travel to and explore, similar to the island, like woods, a winter world, maybe even some sort of planet you could unlock! Each have a few villagers or npcs living there, like the islanders in older games  

Feel free to reblog and add any more of your own ideas or tag your favs :)

Saying Thank You to Sarah J Maas

If you can’t afford to go to one of SJM’s signings, or she’s not touring close to you, this is designed to be a chance to say thank you to her.

So for me personally, SJM’s books came at a time where their content saved my life, and continue to be something that helps me through the days from time to time. I know others feel similarly, or that they’ve found SJM’s books to be a major source of happiness/inspiration/etc in their lives. 

So Sarah J Maas is doing a Fan Event on Wednesday November 22nd 2017, At Emmanuel Centre, Marsham Street, Westminster, London. 

@abookandacoffee, @my-name-is-fireheart, and I are lucky enough to be attending this event, since we’ll be in London at a time. A random selection of participants will have the chance to go up and talk to Sarah. 

I’m used to never being able to meet American Authors/Celebrities etc. because I live in the middle of nowhere, so for me this is an insane, impossible, fantastic opportunity. But you know, not everyone has this privilege to thank someone who’s helped them. 

So this may sound cheesy as fuck, but we wanted to try and compile as many people as would like to enter’s letters/notes/fandrawings/etc to Sarah. The current plan is to print them out, bind them in a folder or book or something, and give it to her as a ‘from the fandom’ kind of thing. Of course, each ‘work’ can be signed by whoever wrote it. You can add your social media details to it if you’d like to!

The aim is that anyone who wants to can get to let Sarah know how much her work is appreciated. She’s been sick and had illness in the family, and still continued to give us content. So you know, if ever a ‘THANK YOU’ was appropriate for her, it’d probably be now. 

Below I’ll list the current ‘rules’ for entries to keep everything positive, but here are the main details for how to ‘enter’ your submission to be printed in the final book:

  • You can email it to the email I’ve set up for this at ‘sjmlondonmeet@gmail.com’. If you use this method, I will reply to let you know I’ve received the entry, and then again once it’s been checked over and made sure there’s nothing that could get her sued.
  • You can post it here on tumblr, and tag me in it. Please MESSAGE ME/Send me an ask with a link just in case, because tumblr is a poo-bum sometimes. I’ll respond as soon as I’ve seen it, and again once it’s been verified. 

  • If neither of those work, you can message it to me directly! Or send it in an ask - if this is on anon however, it is up to you to check back to see that everything’s gone through a-okay!

ADDITIONALLY (For Those Attending The Event):

If you are attending this event and WOULD LIKE TO help out, please let me know. At the moment we have a 3 out of however many chance of being able to explain this to her. Hopefully we can drop it off to her regardless of if we get to go up to and meet her, but it’d be nicer if someone can go up to her and let her know in person WHAT it is. SO, if you are attending and would like to, if you get to go up to her, hand in the folder/book, please let me know either here or at the email! Closer to the event, I will message you about co-ordinating stuff at the event itself. 

Rules For Works:

  • No Fanfiction. SJM could get sued for reading our Fanfic so let’s not thank her with a court case, yeah?
  • No hate speech. You can definitely say ‘I would love to see more lesbians in your work’ or mention a thing or two that you would like to receive more attention/improvement, but if the whole thing reads like an ANTI-SJM blog post none of us feel comfortable forcing that upon her.
  • Nothing swearing heavy. I swear like a sailor but I don’t know how SJM feels about it so let’s keep it RELATIVELY clean (i.e. not every other word)
  • No pornography. You can submit smutty artwork since I’m sure SJM of all people would appreciate a saucy Feysand scene, but nothing that would only be allowed in a porno (i.e. no downstairs ‘accessories’ if you catch my drift). 
  • I’m not setting a maximum word count, but I don’t want to print off 100 pages so let’s keep it to a couple or so pages maximum per person? Thanks.

Updates for this will be kept a track of under the tag ‘thankyousjm’. If anyone has any ideas on how to refine this, let me know, but this is aiming to be a chill, nice thing. I owe this fandom a lot for keeping me a happy chappy, so idk. It sounds SUPER CORNY and EW SENTIMENT but I wanted to help do a ‘give back’ thing so… yeah. 

If you’re not interested in it but ARE a SJM blog, maybe consider reblogging it so people who might like to participate know about it? Idk, I just want us to be able to give SJM a HUGE book of thank yous so yeah that’s me being a sucker for cheese. 

Thanks Guys!

anonymous asked:

Hey! Regarding the sixpenceee fiasco I've been reading her posts and stories for like years and it might just be because I usually skim but I don't recall any specific stories that target mental illness. Do you have any clear examples??? Rly shocked tbh bc I used to love her

I’ve been seeing the stuff go around for a couple of years now and I admit at first I didn’t pay it much attention, which is a shame because a lot of those call out posts had good links that are now all gone because of people deleting. As a result, a lot of the initial stuff that made me start thinking more critically about sixpenceee’s posts have been deleted. I’ve spent the last few days trying to source them again via people’s new urls and internet archives, but literally 90% of the links are gone.

So, I’ve done a bit of digging of my own, and I’ve managed to find some still live posts that I think illustrate what I’m saying a bit better. I’ve screencapped them all and will be hosting the images myself independently of a specific post, so the links should always work.

I’m specifically focusing on the content of this ask here, with posts that use mental illness as entertainment, or treat it in the same way as regular “creepy” (i.e. horror) content.

  • The case of Margaret Schilling is a post about a woman in a psychiatric hospital who died after getting lost in the building, and her body wasn’t found for many weeks. There is a short paragraph at the end about how the hospital is apparently haunted by Margaret now, but the majority of the post focuses on her being mentally ill and the suffering she must have felt being lost and dying of cold and exposure. There’s also a picture of the stain her decomposing body left, so beware of that. It’s tagged #paranormal.
  • The Mentally Ill Man Who Cured Himself With a Gun is a post about a man with serious OCD who tried to kill himself by shooing himself in the head, resulting in brain damage that “cured” his OCD. The photo is of a man with a gun to his head, if that will bother you. It’s tagged as a science post.
  • Short Creepy Story is a story from Reddit where the “creepy” event is a schizophrenic woman acting strangely because of her hallucinations. That’s it. Dude’s mum is schizophrenic and he goes upstairs to find her in the bathtub thinking she’s in The Little Mermaid. The title is “short creepy story” so like, yeah.
  • The Child Star is a story from Reddit which focuses on children being sexually abused and not understanding what’s going on, and the police interviews with one of the grown up children who is now clearly suffering from mental illness thanks to the trauma. (Full story)
  • The Suicide Orphan is a story from Reddit which focuses on an orphan that drives people insane and results in them committing suicide, and I know that this isn’t the only example where sixpenceee posts things that use suicide as the main element of a horror story, which is exploitative and also I personally think it’s inappropriate to use something that comes as a result of serious suffering and imply that it was the creepy ghosts that did it. (Full story)
  • “Psychopath” post includes a link to a quiz where you can see where you “fit in on the psychopath sprectrum”. I’ve seen people mention her using outdated terms in her posts and so this is here as proof that it does happen, and also because “do you have a severe personality disorder?” is a bit of a cheap entertainment trick in my opinion.
  • Karin Catherine Waldegrave is a post about a woman who replies incessantly to her own posts on social media, believing she is the target of a conspiracy. It’s clear she’s likely mentally ill. The post is tagged #creepy.
  • Chinese Water Torture is a post about the torture method that drives victims to extreme stress-related mental instability, and is here both because of that and because the fact that it’s tagged #creepy, which doesn’t seem appropriate.
  • The Edmonton Train attack video shows someone apparently in an altered state of mind through drugs or mental illness (or both) attacking someone on a train. She gifed a video which has since been deleted but a different video of the attack can be found on Youtube, and described it as “insane”.
  • Drawings of a Young Schizophrenic Boy is exactly what it says – a bunch of drawings from a young boy suffering from schizophrenia. The boy is quite obviously distressed by his hallucinations but the post is treated like the other paranormal posts, designed to shock and scare. The post is also tagged #creepy, which is inappropriate. (Close up of caption and tag, as the image is difficult to read)
  • Made By a Paranoid Schizophrenic Patient is another drawing by a person suffering from schizophrenia, also tagged #creepy, and this one with a self-promo in the caption.

I also found a post where sixpenceee addresses the claims of ableism. She says she agrees on the points made about films and stories portraying the mentally ill/physically disabled as “scary”, and that she tries to avoid using words like “insane”. She also asks people to differentiate between her paranormal/creepy posts and her scientific posts. However, she still continues to frequently refer to things as “insane”, both as descriptors and to self-promote her blog (1, 2, 3).

This covers the things I’ve seen people claim she does, but if anyone has any other links (especially things saved from earlier posts like this) feel free to add on.

Three’s Company: Epilogue

Title:  Three’s Company: Epilogue

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Master Post

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), James “Bucky” Barnes, Unnamed neighbor

Word Count:  707

Rating:  PG-13

Warnings: none really

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel series and AU. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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Ten Years (Part 9)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,144 (minus the flashback)

Warnings: language!!, fluff, mentions of past cheating, confrontation, crying

A/N: Tags are closed. I wrote this so quickly because I got super motivated by all your messages. I think the angst is winding down. This is a turning point for reader, and I’m excited for her. Also, Bucky’s got a lotta ‘splainin’ to do!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 -

Originally posted by coporolight

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hold it against me (Pidge/Lance)

notes: just a silly little thing based on this post“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard”

I’m in a plance + mini-fic mood, so send me a prompt from my AU tag (or one of your own!) and I’ll see what I can whip up over the weekend! :)


Okay, so, like.  This was not a part of The Plan.  “The Plan” being to not be sitting in the back of a cop car at 10 PM on a Friday night, on account of trespassing.  Lance has had better ideas, probably.  Definitely.  Hindsight is 20/20, and all that.

Officer Holt seems nice enough, at least.  Granted, this is a judgment made mostly based on music taste, as Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” is playing on the radio, and Lance figures that anyone who subconsciously bobs his head to “Turn around, bright eyes,” has to have a heart.

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Yellow Diamond in Wanted

I dont normally post a lot of stuff about the show/fandom aside from my initial reaction to it, but I actually feel like I have my thoughts on this together enough to do so in this case. This post is long and full of my opinions so I’ll put it under the cut for those of you who dont want it clogging your dash, or if you dont want spoilers.

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“I liked the building, not you.” PT.2

A/N: Hope you guys like this, because I’m back and the next part I’m REALLY excited for. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 5,625


“You what!” My friend Mica almost yelled.

I shushed her looking around hoping that she hadn’t drawn too many eyes to us. I only found a few but they didn’t linger before going back to their laptops or lunch. Turning back I was smiling at her outburst but wanting to contain it. I swatted at her telling her to shut up before crossing my legs and stirring my iced drink.

“Oh my god, are you fucking serious?” She continued. “You fucking with me right now. You did not meet Shawn Mendes on the fucking street!”

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Who to Chose?

Lance groaned as he came to, a splitting headache muddling his thoughts. Blearily, he glanced at his surroundings, noting the overwhelming purple and the odd perspective of the room, everything being tilted upwards. Realising he was on the floor he moved to stand up, only realising he couldn’t do so as chains binding his arms and legs together rattled ominously. 

Someone behind him chuckled, voice filled with undisguised malice. Shivers ran down Lance’s spine. 
“Well Paladin, seems you’re the first one awake.” The voice purred before walking into his field of vision. Forced to crane his neck upwards, Lance glared at Lotor, anger briefly overriding the terror. 
“The first awake?” He spat, worry lacing his voice as he frantically tried to scramble up, only falling flat on his face as a result. 
“You didn’t think you were the only one here? It was almost to easy to capture you all, the rest started to fall when they suddenly lacked cover fire.” Lotor smirked before walking off again. “It seems like you won’t be the only one up for long though.” 
Sure enough, Lance could hear the sound of clanking, shifting his line of vision to see who else was going to join him in this nightmare.
“Ah the Black Paladin, glad to see you’ve joined us.” 

                                                          ***

The Paladins, kneeling on the cool ship floor, were all in varying states of panic. Keith looked at his teammates out of the corner of his eyes. Lance, on his right, was pale, scrapes to his jaw and a sporting a hard glare. Pidge was to his left, defiant, yet shaking as she carefully scanned the room. Allura was just beyond Lance, anger obviously coursing through her veins as she mumbled something to herself. Hunk, next to Pidge, had tears in his eyes and a cut to his thigh, yet was actively straining against his bonds. 
His team was stuck here and there was nothing he could do. 

Lotor was parading around the room, merely gazing at them, stopping in front of each and playing around with their bayards. Finally he came to a halt. Right in front of Keith. 

“So Black Paladin, Keith,  I suppose I am to hand you over to my father however that seems a tad bland don’t you think? I mean I have your entire team here so why not have some fun?” Lotor taunted, strutting around him as if he was the god damned king. Fuming, Keith shot daggers at the Galran Prince.
“Fun like beat your arse to a pulp?” He stupidly blurted.
Swiftly, Lotor swung. Kicking him across the face. Yelping slightly at the unexpected pain, Keith fell to the side only to struggle to get back into an upright position. Faintly he could hear the cries of protest from his team as another kick met his stomach and another before the onslaught stopped, gibing him the chance to breath. 

“Too bad that I have other plans.” He heard Lotor sigh before he was yanked back into his kneeling position. “Anyway, Keith, I don’t need all of you. Obviously father wants you, or at least your Lion, but the others? They’re worthless at this point.” He heard the someone, probably Pidge, inhale sharply as he focused on what the bastard in front of him was saying. 

“So, who to keep and who to let go?” 

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The Music Room  [ A.A ]

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Request: Archie hears this amazing girl singing and tries to find her and all this time it’s been the reader one of his best friends that he’s loved since forever but hasn’t been able to ask her out due to rejection but accidentally slips he loves her when he finds her singing

Word Count: 1291

Warnings: None 

A/N: Hi guys! I would recommend listening to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ seeing as the song is mentioned a little bit. I know it’s an oldie but I mean the lyrics make it timeless. 

Also, recently my posts haven’t been showing up under any tags so I’m really sorry if a lot of you don’t get to see any of my writing because of that. I’ve really been trying to fix that but nothings working. I would really appreciate it if anybody who could help out could message me about it?

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You sat with your back to the wall beside the door to the music room. You had finally found it empty and decided to make full use of it. You had been trying for days to find some space for yourself to just spend some time alone with the solace of the school’s instruments and the peaceful aura that the silent feel of the music room pulsed through itself.

A small smile crept onto your face as you made sure the door was locked and fiddled with your bag to make sure that it was comfortably lodged between your elbow and the floor. You placed yourself specifically so that any student or teacher passing by couldn’t see you through the small window in the door.

This was the first time you’d been in the music room since you had found out about Archie and Grundy, though, you had been in here on your own many times before. At first, your mind couldn’t help but be pulled into the awkward memory of whatever may have happened between your best friend and the former music teacher, but you pushed the thought aside. Now was the time for you to just be you and for you to do what makes you feel the happiest.

For you, singing was the best way of letting out any pent up emotions, it was a way for you to feel more free than ever. After finding out about Archie and Ms. Grundy, you were beyond stressed. You were angry at Ms. Grundy and you were angry at Archie. But you were also sad and hurt and the amount of frustration that you had felt was undeniably surprising. You loved Archie as more than just a friend–more than anything and it pained you that Ms. Grundy had so easily (and illegally) taken advantage of the oblivious and golden-hearted boy that was and is Archie Andrews.

For days on end you had been wanting to let it all out through your voice and now you finally could. Without having to worry about anything–not about anyone hearing you nor about any of the more serious drama that had been taking it’s place in Riverdale–you sang the first few words to your favourite song. A smile finds its way to your lips as you carry one singing, louder and clearer than you have the ability to anywhere else. The lyrics of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ fell from your lips with a sense of passion, love and talent that would be sure to make anyone double-take.

It was a song that you knew was quite old yet you still couldn’t seem to look past the meaning and love that went into the lyrics. The song warmed your heart and made you feel at home.

“You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one,” 

Archie had been trying to fit in the time to work on his own music (in the music room, of course) and he had finally been able to squeeze that in until he had heard the most angelic sound that ever danced through his ears coming from the thin space inbetween the door of the music room and the floor that connected the hallway to the classroom. He had heard the voice before and had desperately tried to put a name and face to it but had always failed in doing so. But now, he knew that it was his chance to do so.

Forgetting about his intended plans, he reaches for the door handle, letting out an audible groan once he realises that the door has been locked. He takes no notice to the stares he receives from passing students, stepping forward and curiously and hopefully peering through the small window. He bites his lip when he notices a pair of black converse (your black converse) just barely making it’s way into his line of vision. It didn’t even occur to him that those could have been his best friend’s shoes and he didn’t even take notice of the drawings that you two had decorated the white soles with only a month ago.

You notice the door move beside you, the vibrations barely brushing against your arm. Someone was trying to get in. With a sigh, you shrink backwards, only waiting for the mystery person to knock on the surface of the door. A groan forces it’s way out of you once you hear the tapping of knuckles against the wooden door.

You stand up, instantly greeted with none other than Archie’s face through the window in the door. His eyebrows raise once he sees you, a gobsmacked expression falling over his face. Yanking the door open, you meet him with an almost scared look on your face.

“Archie?”

“Was-was that you singing?” He blurts, stepping into the classroom. Archie already knew the answer, but he couldn’t help but ask. He was in love with you and he knew it but it only made him realise just how much he didn’t know about you. Even if he did know more than anybody else.

“Uh, yeah,” You sheepishly reply, “It was me.”

“You never told me you could sing–”

“It’s nothing really, Arch.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“But it’s not nothing, Y/N. You’re an amazing singer,” Archie closes the door behind him before he places a hand on each of your shoulders. His fingers lightly grip you, slightly pulling you into him. “Jeez, I’ve heard you singing so many times. Only, I didn’t know it was you. And god, the more I learn about you; it just makes me love you even mo-” He cuts himself off, abruptly halting his rambling, biting his lip and pulling his right hand off of your shoulder to scratch the back of his neck. Truthfully, he knew the most part of what he said probably made no sense whatsoever except for the most important piece.

“What?” You ask him, wondering why he had suddenly stopped talking. As much as your heart skipped when he said that he loved you, the two of you had exchanged those words many times between yourselves. But it had always been platonic seeing as neither of you had the courage to face possible rejection, so why would now be any different?

“I-uh, I love you.”

“Oh. I love you too–”

“No, like, more than that,” He takes a long step closer to you. Your breath hitches at how suddenly close he is, suddenly nervous about the fact that you were pretty sure he could hear your heart beating right out of his chest. Archie had never been this close to you. So close that you could feel his breath on the skin just underneath your nose and right above your lips. His chest was almost touching you, the pounding of his heart unknowingly to the two of you, matching the beat of your own. “I’m in love with you.”

And before you know it, Archie has placed his lips on yours. The softness of his kiss was still passionate and sweet, and you found yourself kissing back without hesitation. Your hands rested on his chest and his loosely held you just above your hips. You were the first to pull back, your heart racing as Archie leans forward, as if he never wanted to stop kissing you.

“I love you too, Archie.” You smile at the grin that Archie flashes you, his arms wrapping around your torso as he nuzzles his face into your neck. He chuckles, his voice vibrating against the soft skin of your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

braveten  asked:

kic au where everything is the same but instead of the jeans(tm) it's the skirt(tm)

shoutout to the anonimals™! yall are so cute and funny thanks for keeping me company on goog docs :) 

half of this was unnecessary but it’s because the universe won’t give victor a break womp womp soz vic 

“Yuuri?”

“H-hold on!”

Yuuri stares at himself in the mirror.

The skirt is short, is the thing. It’s leather, with a diagonal zip on the front and a small cut over his right thigh. His knees brush together as he shuffles his feet self-consciously, and he stumbles backwards until his shoulder blades meet the wall of the fitting room.

“Yuuri, can I see?” Phichit’s excited voice floats from the other side of the door. “C’mon, c’mon, lemme…”

Yuuri takes a deep breath and pulls the door open, screws his eyes shut.

“…see the—holy shit, Yuuri.”

Yuuri exhales, keeps his eyes closed. “How bad is it?” he demands. When Phichit doesn’t reply, he peeks one eye open. “Phichit?”

His friend stares at him, slack-jawed. “You’re…”

He throws his face into his hands. “I knew it, this was a terrible idea.”

“Really, really hot, Yuuri,” Phichit finishes. He breaks into a smile. “Victor’s gonna freak.”

“It’s not for Victor,” Yuuri mumbles, cheeks pinkening. “Mila said I had to shop and—”

“And we’re getting you matching shoes with that outfit.” Phichit practically hauls him out of the fitting room. “Keep it on, let’s go pay.”

Yuuri pays for the skirt, miraculously maintaining a straight face at the hundred dollar price tag. One skirt. One skirt.

Phichit finds him a blouse at Dolce & Gabbana, platform shoes at Prada (“One day, I’ll get you to wear heels,” Phichit promises) and Yuuri is convinced that he doesn’t care, at all, about the state of his bank account.

“I hope this means you’ve got my half of the rent covered next month,” Yuuri tells him as his card gets swiped for the third time that day.

Phichit snorts. “If you’re still my roommate next month.”

Yuuri frowns. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Phichit only winks back at him.

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before it gets better the darkness gets bigger

NEW SHANCE FIC. FUCKING FINALLY lol. Sorry for the long wait, my final uni exams got in the way.
This fic is inspired by this beautiful art by @jaspurrlock .

this fic has a warning for non-con in chapters to come. it will be a dark one. warnings will be in the tags of every post as they may contain spoilers.

SUMMARY:  When Lance gets an invitation to the royal palace and the chance to reconnect with a lost love, he does not realise what he is getting himself into.

CHAPTER 01 - read on ao3 (a short one to kick it off as there is an intense longer chapter to follow soon)



When Lance steps through the large, fancy doors into the royal palace, he isn’t entirely sure what he is supposed to expect.

Under different circumstances, this would have be an honour.

Lance’s family, while they are nobility, aren’t high enough in standing to ever have been invited to official functions before.
And Shiro - No. The prince, Lance reminds himself internally. They’ve never reached a level of friendship that might have opened these doors to Lance or his parents.  

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Crushing On You

Wanna One’s Kang Daniel X Reader 

Word count: 3301 

• you’re a solo idol [ around Jihoon/Woojin’s age ] 

• lowkey gotta ft. SAMUEL AND SOMI I LOVE THEM [ somi pls marry me ] 

• also ft. MAUVE. [ WannaWrite Ent’s created gg I formed in my requested Yuehua scenario ] 

• Kang Daniel likes you hurh hurh ;) 

hello !! [ i need to stop with the !!, ;), hurh hurh ] can i just say how much i love love love idol! au. idk it just really clicks well with me, by far one of my favourite ones to write anyways, tysm for requesting anon i hope you like it :) sorry if it isn’t completely accurate or what you imagined :( 

also i haven’t spent a lot of time on my laptop so everything is being uploaded via mobile which is why they all have the ‘to be edited’ thing

- admin L 

PS: to be edited [ 10/8/2017 ] 

edited: [ 11/8/2017 ]

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“Congratulations Y/N! Your album has risen up the charts and is now number three worldwide on iTunes!” Manager unnie announced, embracing you. 

Your jaw was still agape in shock, still unable to comprehend what had happened. After two failed chances of debut, your company - WannaWrite Entertainment - expanded their budget and finally, debuted you as a solo artist. CEO L and N might have mortgaged both their houses to fund your promotions but it didn’t seem to affect them. In fact, your CEOs seemed glad your debut was doing well. 

It might as well have been a miracle. 

You nearly made the final lineup for MAUVE when they debuted but was cut off after you suffered an ankle injury. Your unnies still showered you with their love and support, even telling their fanbase to go support your debut. 

“The company has decided to give you two days off while we sort out your new schedule. Go enjoy yourself but don’t do anything stupid.” You rolled your eyes at your manager’s words but assured her you would be fine. 

The first thing you did was to search for your MAUVE sisters in the building but found out that they were out of the country to promote in Taiwan. You weren’t super close to some of the new trainees in your company but they didn’t seem very welcoming either. Finally, you settled on calling Samuel and Somi, two of your very close dongsaengs. Surprisingly, both of them weren’t occupied in that moment despite their busy schedules. 

“Ahh! Y/N noona, we must go out and celebrate!” Samuel insisted. 

“Y/N! Is it okay if I invite Lee Daewhi? He’s also Samuel’s friend. He’s from Wanna One, he really likes your album,” Somi asked, sugar dripping from her voice and you could almost imagine the batting of her eyelids. Looks like she really wanted Daewhi along…… 

Wanna One? Isn’t that the boy group CEO L really likes? I should accept this offer. 

Giggling, you agreed to meet up with them at a mall nearby all the entertainment companies. Somi was going to treat everyone to lunch. 

It had been the longest time you had seen her and nearly cried when she started being all emotional and deep, talking about her debut and then yours. Samuel didn’t have any words and just kept embracing you while congratulating you. At first, Daewhi was rather shy, he hid behind his two friends a lot, blushing, but once all the introductions had been made, you clicked instantly. You two shared a bucket of popcorn at the movies and Daewhi even took multiple polaroids together. You found the younger boy very likeable. 

“Y/N noona, now that you are an idol, would you want to date anyone?” Samuel suddenly asked before returning to sipping on his soda. Somi nodded eagerly, smirking. Daewhi just smiled, running a hand through his hair. 

You hated to disappoint but shook your head and waved your hand dismissively. “Not really…but we have to see. You never know who comes along.”

… 

Jisung narrowed his eyes at Daewhi when the younger boy entered the house looking more triumphant than ever. “Daewhi-ah, did you do something? What’s up?“ 

Daewhi shook his head but couldn’t keep the smile off his face. I mean, he spent nearly the entire afternoon out with another idol he really respected and looked up to no doubt that he was more senior in the industry. Not to mention the fact that Daniel hyung had a tremendous crush on her! Ever since her debut he hadn’t shut up about her! I think he even owns a signed copy of her first single, he may have bought it online. “Ohhh, nothing,” he sang, causing more suspicion to rise from his hyungs. 

Jaewhan, who was sitting on the kitchen counter, shot him a weird look. “Did you…wait- just tell us what you did,” he pushed. Before Daewhi could reply, a loud yell sounded from upstairs. “Yah! What’s happening up there? Stop fighting!” Sungwoon shouted, revealing more of his ‘aunty’ side. He looked like he was about to jump from his seat on the sofa and start taking out slippers to hit someone. Jisung grabbed his dongsaeng’s arm, pressing a finger to his lips. “Let them come and explain." 

Speak of the devil, Woojin and Guanlin came running down the staircase, phones in their hands and muttering some gibberish. They seemed terribly flustered and nearly tackled Daewhi on the ground. 

Jaewhan walked over to examine the photo. It was a photo that Samuel had taken of you, Daewhi, himself and Somi out at lunch. Jaewhan swiped right to reveal the next post which happened to be the cute selca you had taken with Samuel. 

bravpunxh 

fun day out with my best friends. Congratulations on your album Y/N noona! You’re doing so well even if it isn’t long after your debut….i’m jealous. Continue to work hard, proud of you ❤️ tagged: @leedaewhi, @somijeon, @Y/N

He too, nearly screamed. 

"Daewhi was out with Samuel without telling us!" 

"Oh my god, is that Somi?”

“I miss Samuel!" 

"Wait, did you say Y/N?" 

At the mention of your name, Daniel perked up and nearly sprung out from where he had been lying down lazily. He was fully alert now. Jihoon passed him Woojin’s phone which was still on Samuel’s Instagram page. His eyes widened significantly. Firstly, he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you were, you were beaming brightly and glowing happily, that made him cheer up a lot more. After that, he frowned when he noticed how comfortable you were with Samuel, kissing his cheek while winking and whatnot. Then, he realised that Daewhi was the one who had rested his head on your shoulder. Daniel gritted his teeth, jaw locked.

"Oh my god, is Daniel hyung jealous?” Jinyoung teased, poking his hyung’s cheek. “Ahh! He is!" 

Daewhi patted his shoulder. "Yah, it’s okay hyung. I can introduce you to her.”

Daniel shrugged nonchalantly but on the inside, his heart was going to beat out of his chest and he suppressed the urge to squeal like a fanboy. 

Y/N knows of Wanna One! She knows about my existence! 

“I wonder if we’ll bump into her at any showcase….since our comeback was pretty close to hers,“ Seongwoo muttered absent-mindedly. That got Daniel’s heart in a mess. 

… 

CONFIRMED: Y/N to perform at MNET Countdown comeback showcase [ send help I still dk what it’s called ] 

The headline were in red, bolded, as if they were a flag to catch Daniel’s attention. The boys were taking a break from practising for their comeback stage and the news had just been confirmed to the world. He clutched his phone to his chest, attempting to regulate his breathing. 

Oh my god….what is she doing to me? Is this how my fans feel? Oh my god, I can’t handle this. 

Using his hand Daniel began to fan his face, which was heating up rapidly. Before any of his friends could make an odd comment, he excused himself and ran to hide in his workroom. "Ah! Daniel-ah, what happened to you? Why are you getting so worked up over a girl?” He scolded himself in a whisper. He had never become so flustered in his entire life. Perhaps it was the fact that due to all his training, he knew relationships were and huge no-no. Maybe this was the only time where he had a chance, both of you were idols and bound to meet somewhere along the line. 

Daniel typed your name into the search bar. 

Y/N reveals the boy group with her favourite visuals 

Y/N set to release Asia tour dates soon, WannaWrite Entertainment confirms

The rising queen of kpop? Y/N has become a global hit, maintaining top spots on world iTunes chart. 

He clicked on the link to the first article. 

‘In a recent interview with KBS, 18 year old rising idol Y/N may have let it slip which idols she found attractive. Other than mentioning her love for fans, she didn’t fail to make her adoration for fellow celebrities known. “I really love icons like Big Bang and SHINee, they are real inspirations to me.” She had said…’

Daniel sighed and skipped over that part, he scrolled down more. 

'When asked if she was interested in dating, Y/N simply smiled but shook her head, saying that of course there were people she found attractive but wanted to focus on her career rather than dating. However, Y/N did blush at the mention of celebrity crushes, no one can escape the love bug. She listed popular and established boy groups such as BTS and EXO to be incredibly attractive but not to sleep on smaller groups such as Hotshot or KNK. Additionally, she mentioned her incredible amount of respect for them and would like to work together someday.’

Oh my god, just get on with it. Daniel groaned and searched more. 

 ‘Y/N also talked about her other idol friends. She was seen out with Kim Samuel, Jeon Somi and Wanna One’s Lee Daewhi recently to celebrate the success of her album. Y/N was very grateful for all their constant support and thanks her sisters in MAUVE for paving a better way for her. She hinted at a close collaboration between her and Somi then added she would like to befriend all of Wanna One. 'I think they’re all very handsome too,’ she admitted while giggling. 'I love their visuals but they also have a lot of talent that isn’t to be wasted. It’s sad they won’t last very long, I’d like to see them succeed in their short time together as a group.' 

Daniel felt something stab at his heart, it was the knife of realisation that he wouldn’t be in Wanna One a few years from now and vowed to make the best of everything. Another thing also speared his delicate heart, you knew about Wanna One, you seemed to like them too. He felt special. 

“Yah! Daniel hyung! Are you in here?” Jihoon’s calls accompanied by knocks on the door shattered that feeling. He sighed but went back to practice, his motivation was to impress you on Saturday.

… 

The shouts and cheers of the fans were already loud while you were in the car but once you stepped outside, the roars were nearly deafening. Your bodyguard and security paved the way to the entrance. 

It was chaotic good. 

Camera flashes went off and you pushed your sunglasses higher up the bridge of your nose, forcing a smile on your face even though you almost tripped over your own feet.

Phew. I think this crowd is only a fraction of what MAUVE unnies handle. 

The second you stepped through the glass doors of the venue, you were scooped off by assistants to your dressing room. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry but this was no new scene for you. At least this time you had experience, you messed up so many times during your first showcase it was embarrassing. Your manager broke off from you but promised to meet you in your dressing room after she had settled some paperwork. There was no time for a proper reply other than a small nod. The assistant grabbed your arms and whizzed passed other groups of idols with their assistants, looking just as hurried. Along the way, you recognised other group’s name stickers pasted on different dressing rooms. It was fascinating to see the well established groups in the same area as you, honouring almost.

“Erm, hang on a second,” your assistant muttered shyly, tapping on her phone and whispering frantically into her earpiece. At that time, your phone buzzed.

3.47 pm 

Daewhi: hello noona !! by any chance are you at the venue now ? :) let’s meet

You: hi daewhi, yes but it’s crowded and everyone’s rushing now…maybe after the show or you can text me when your done with hair and makeup :) 

Daewhi: Daniel hyung read that you find us attractive and want to befriend us ;)

You: pshh omg that’s gg to be held against me forever! But yes, it’ll be nice to make friends 

Daewhi: Daniel likes you 

3.49 pm

Daewhi: i’M SORRY JiSuNG anD SUNGWOON HYUNG TOOK MY PHONE

You: uhhh…okay

Daewhi: but yeah Daniel has had a crush on you since the start, like since your debut 

You: omg….i’m blushing that’s so sweet 

Daewhi: pls dte danel

Daewhi: that was jisung hyung again sorry !! 

You: it’s okay…. You: how abt u introduce us? ;) 

Daewhi: omg okay 

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your arm and your assistant beckoning you to follow her. “Sorry! There was a mix up with the dressing rooms!" 

You slow jogged after your assistant, she rounded the corner faster than you did by abit. Many footsteps and loud chatter seemed to be coming your way so you sped up a little, hoping to catch up with her faster before the crowd came. Unfortunately, you sprung off a second too late and met with something… rather someone’s chest [ cliche! cliche! ] 

… 

Daniel could die happy. There was nothing else he could ever want. His ( life long ) dream had been fulfilled. He couldn’t care less about the strange looks he received, he just wanted to get down on his knees and thank God for creating such a perfect timing, such a perfect first making. The sheepish smile on his face remained plastered there as the stylist began curling his hair. The incident replayed in his head over and over. You had bumped into his chest and at first he too was shocked but the instinct to protect a person was stronger so his strong arms wrapped around your torso and prevented you from falling. Daniel would never forgot the look on your face when you spotted him, he’d never forget the memory of your entire face blushing pink. 

It was so adorable! 

Once you had steadied yourself, he had run his hands over yours, repeatedly asking if you were okay. Your reply was barely above a whisper but he still caught it. Daniel recalled the way his name had rolled of your tongue, causing his knees to turn into jelly, he felt his face turn hot even while he was sitting in his makeup chair. 

Moving on….. 

You had hastily thanked him, bowing slightly before greeting the remainder of the boys, their jaws dropping and some using their hands to suppress their giggles. You wished them good luck before running off after your assistant, wishing you had carried a mask with you to hide your red face. There were shouts and cheers echoing behind you which made you think back to Daewhi… well Jisung and Sungwoon’s confession on Daniel’s behalf. 

But he’s Kang Daniel! Kang Daniel! Everyone loves him! He could have anyone as his significant other! Why me? How am I special? 

You rid your head of the thoughts that only added more confusion and focussed on the task ahead of you. 

Yes, showcase. Comeback stage. That’s all that matters right now.

… 

By the time Wanna One was halfway through their stage, Daniel’s heart had turned into mush and his legs were replaced with jelly. He could see you dancing and singing to their song from his spot on the stage, he was glad you decided to watch some other artists while waiting for your turn. Daniel found your smile captivating, it made him grin and feel giddy like a schoolboy in love again. No matter what, he would definitely be watching your performance. 

There was no lying that Kang Daniel, the man who had saved you just now, was attractive. You loved how he balanced out his sexy, manly side with his playful and more childish antics. Secretly, you had been observing the group from afar and admired how close they were. A part of you longed for that bond, especially if it was in a girl group but for now, you were happy as a soloist. 

"Y/N! It’s almost your performance. Time to suit up,” Manager unnie hissed, grasping your arm and gently tugging you towards the backstage door. As soon as the equipment was placed on properly, stylists swarmed you, retouching your makeup and dusting your clothes. 

“Okay, they’re changing the stage set up for the next act. After that, it’s you. Go prepare yourself.” Abiding by the basic rules, you double checked your sound system and downed half a bottle of water. Just as you were midway through your mental preparation, you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

It was a cheerful looking Daewhi. 

And Daniel. 

“Noona! Did you see me? Was our stage good?” Daewhi bombarded you with questions. “Do you like our concept? Our style? Could you hear me singing?”

“Daewhi-ah, you aren’t even giving her time to reply,” Daniel pointed out, chuckling. His gaze met your own but he quickly cast it on the floor. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N. You must be Kang Daniel. I’m sorry about just now,” you apologised, giving your sweetest smile.

Daewhi stomped his foot, pouting. “Ahh, I get it. Noona likes older men, now she won’t pay attention to me,” he whined but had his lips curved into a telltale smirk.

Sly dongsaeng. 

“That’s right Daewhi. Noona likes people who can pull off the sexy concept,” you played along, purposely resting an arm on Daniel’s 60cm wide shoulders. His face was slowly but surely turning red. 

“Hmph!” Daewhi marched off but turned around and shot you a sly wink. 

“So…..” you started, uncertain of how to break it to him. “Daewhi said he’d introduce me to you. Hi." 

Ew! That was so dumb! Whatever, keep your chill. You’re an idol. 

Daniel just stared at you, shellshocked and entranced by you. Not just your beauty but the way you talked, the way you carried yourself that exuded a confident yet kind and not cocky aura. He was speechless, breath taken away. He was never like this, especially in front of women! You could hear his friends snickering in the back. "Hi, I’m Wanna One’s K-Kang Daniel. Uh, I-I really think you’ll be a great artist. Not that you already aren’t! But I think you will be iconic and I have been supporting you since your debut,” Daniel blurted out, he was so flustered his mind was blank and he couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

How cute. 

“Aww, that’s very sweet of you. I’d love to chat more but it’s almost my slot…so how about I give you my number. Text me when I come off stage." 

He handed you his phone with trembling hands, Daniel couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He let out a shaky breath. "Can you sign my phone case?”

Daniel! That was so stupid! She probably thinks you’re a creep now! 

You paused from punching in your number and giggled, agreeing to do so. He quickly passed you a pen and you signed his clear jelly case, adding a tiny heart at the end unlike your normal signature. Feeling bold, you saved your contact as 'Y/N 😘💍’ and passed the phone back to it’s owner. Daniel’s eyes grew large at your contact name but laughed it off. “Have fun on stage! We’ll be cheering for you!” He waved you off, beaming brightly. 

You had never felt more energised and confident walking onto that stage and assuming your position. It was refreshing. Somi was waving a banner and Samuel was beside her, screaming. You knew Daewhi and… Daniel were watching, you could feel their gaze. The appreciation and love for your fellow idol friends grew. You adored them to pieces. 

Maybe one of them in a more intimate way.

anonymous asked:

Hi Steph! I'm new to the fandom, could you please share with me the best Johnlock fanfics (in your opinion)? There is so much of them I'm lost... and I don't know which are the 'legendary' and 'must read' ones. Thank you so much! <3

Hi Nonny!

First of all, WELCOME!! I hope you are enjoying your time here!! OH GOSH, okay so funny thing, I’m actually currently making a list of ALL of my favourite fics ever, because someone else asked me ages ago, and now I have 5 other people asking me LOL.

As I explained in this post here, many people have already made great lists of “the best fanfics” in the fandom… But of course I’m stupidly picky about my fics.

Anyway, since I’m already working on an entire list of my biggest most fave fics ever in every place everywhere, how about for now, since I’m due for it, I give you my last bookmarked fics since I last did a list last month? I hope these will tide you over Lovely! In the meantime, you can also check out my ‘my fic recs’ blog tag, and I’ve a tonne of lists, some of which you can see here

I-J’s Last Bookmarked Fics (July 2017)

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 (T, 1,299 w. || John’s Beard, First Kiss, Fluff) – John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.

Gigantic by BubbleGumLizard (E, 2,135 w. || Size Kink, PWP) – John seems to avoid Sherlock seeing him naked. Sherlock wants to fix that.This is porn. Part 19 of Mystrade NaNoWriMo 2015

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Straight Shooter by nefariosity (E, 3,249 w. || Est. Rel., Light Dom/Sub, Military Kink, PWP, Bottomlock) – Sherlock has a military kink. John indulges him.

The Prize We Sought Is Won by deathfrisbees (E, 4,610 w. || First Time, Mild D/S, Oral, Military Kink, Bottomlock) – Sherlock’s in love, or in lust, or both–unfortunately, the object of his affections is not only his completely oblivious flatmate, but said flatmate would probably run screaming into the hills should he find out. John’s been invited to a wedding–unfortunately, the groom used to serve under him back in Afghanistan, and requests that John wear a uniform he’s honestly not sure he fits into. Unfortunately for both flatmates, Sherlock’s got a military kink the size of Kandahar and John wants to know if he actually can fit into this uniform or if his eyes are deceiving him. It goes from there.

Facade by distantstarlight (M, 4,715 w. || Fluff, John’s Beard, No-Shave November, Grumpy Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock) – Sherlock is highly irritated with a challenge John has agreed to undertake. Why does he need to grow a beard anyway?

Telling the Bees by siennna (G, 5,174 w. || Fluff, Beekeeping, POV Sherlock, Love Confessions) – It took a beat of silence for the words to settle in, before both of them realized what John said. “You—” Sherlock started. “I—” John said at the same time. “Love me? You love me?” Sherlock asked faintly. Part 3 of sienna’s favorites

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

Illogical, even. by magikspell (E, 9,119 w. || Grey-Ace Sherlock, Character Study, Growing Up, Victor Trevor, Romance, First Time/Kiss, Sherlock-centric) – Five reasons Sherlock never believed in love and one reason he does now.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

The Painted Man by jinglebell (E, 9,894 w. || Tattoos, Scent / Tattoo Kink, Rough & Tender Sex, Fluff and Smut, Obsessive / Jealous Sherlock, Touch Starvation) – Here stood John Watson – middle name, Hamish, ex-RAMC captain and field medic, favourite brand of jam: Duerr’s, preferred toothpaste: Mentadent. Loyal, steadfast, interesting John had just done the most unpredictable thing merely by being.John’s body was covered, neck-to-waistband, shoulder-to-elbow, in tattoos.

Confidential by sussexbound (M, 10,654 w. || Epistolary, John’s Journal, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Self-Acceptance/Discovery, John’s Sexuality) – When John accidentally stumbles upon the Confidential file Sherlock’s been keeping on him he is both angry and curious. What he learns about himself, though–well, that changes everything.

At the Edge of Desire by philalethia (E, 16,375 w. || Post S3, Pining, Arse Worship, Humour, First Kiss / TIme, Sexual Fantasy, Awkwardness) – While helping John move back in to the flat, Sherlock discovers a strap-on among John’s things. He finds the discovery considerably difficult to move past.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock’s five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. {{for some reason this wasn’t bookmarked??? I’ve loved this story for years and apparently I didn’t bookmark it??? News to me.}}}

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

I struggled about whether or not to post this, but as a bisexual woman in her 30s with very strong feelings on bullying, I feel I have to.

Yesterday I watched many people from the Mass Effect fandom gang up on someone who made some poorly worded comments about straight love interests that were unintentionally hurtful to bisexuals. From what I can gather, while some users did take the time send politely worded anons or to have proper conversations with this user, it wasn’t many.

The hate I witnessed on that main post was one of the most upsetting things I’ve seen in a while. I watched as vague call out posts appeared and people sent hateful anons to this person. I watched as people reblogged the post to post hate at this person or reply with hateful comments and personal attacks. I watched as the situation would calm down only for yet another person to reblog the post and throw more fuel on the fire. I watched as people stopped reading her posts and just read other people’s replies, reading further and further into her comments. Assuming things she had not said, and things she had not meant to imply. 

People are now claiming she said things she did not say; that is unacceptable.

Even as someone who taken aback by what was said, I couldn’t understand why logical adults - people who were just as calm and reasonable as me on any other day of the week - were resorting to mob tactics and posting hate. The personal attacks and nasty insults were awful and constant, sometimes in tags and sometimes in reblogs or comments.

Guys, no matter how angry or hurt you are by something someone has said, it’s never okay to resort to bullying and hate. What I saw yesterday terrified me so much that I didn’t feel safe to say anything on that post. Hate, anger and public humiliation will never change someone’s mind. That is what drives people to self harm and even to suicide. You don’t want that. We are better than that. 

I didn’t agree with what this person said, but I listened to what she said and understood it did not represent her own views. I also talked to this person via messager so it was private.

I’m not telling anyone not to be upset or angry, only that sometimes it’s good to walk away for a moment, take some deep breaths, and try to remember that behind every screen is a person. A life. Someone who doesn’t deserve to have a gang of people throwing abuse at them. It’s okay to be hurt and to express that hurt, but personal attacks and comments are never okay.

Everyone is ultimately responsible for their own speech and actions, and hate on this scale is never a good response when someone upsets you - unintentionally or intentionally. That’s all. That’s it. I love you guys very much and I would hate for anyone to be a victim of hate.

Long Live - Chapter 1

My first multi-chapter fic! Okay, so this has been in the works for a few months and i’m really excited (nervous) to finally post it! Thanks to cutie5780 for brainstorming with me!

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. Quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 1564

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Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12

Virgil sighed and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, zoning out mindless chatter of his friends and drone of the teacher at the front of the stuffy classroom. His mind aimlessly spun as his gaze fell to the clock on the wall, watching the last minutes of his final class of the day crawl by. The school day had been…bearable. Sure, the homework was still too much and most of the students were complete assholes but it was just about tolerable.

“What do you think, Verge?”

Virgil’s mind tuned back into his friends’ conversation at the mention of his name. Logan and Patton were staring at him expectantly. He stared back blankly.

‘What the hell were they talking about?’

“Do try to pay attention next time,” Logan quipped. “We’re trying to decide which is better: Star Wars or Doctor Who.”

“It’s obviously Star Wars,” Patton cut in.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Pat. Doctor Who has over 50 years’ worth of-“ The shrill ring of the school bell cut Logan off.

Virgil jumped out of his chair and started to pack his books away, eager to get home for some peace and quiet. He impatiently hovered by the door as he waited for the other two, for once there wasn’t some after-school event they were going to.

‘Finally,’ Virgil thought as the three of them left the classroom. They fought through the masses of students in hallways and out of the building.

Straight into the chaos they never even knew were there.

Photographers and journalists were camped outside the school, just barely held back from the school grounds by the gates that stretched around the grounds. They seemed to stretch on forever. Photographers were pushed up against the metal, their expensive cameras sticking through the bars. Journalists had their back to the school, addressing the cameras they stood in front of, a dedicated team was standing out of shot of every one of them. News trucks were parked haphazardly in the street, as if they had rushed out to broadcast. A curious group of on-lookers had also gathered, stretching to catch a glimpse of what the media was in such a frenzy about. None of them could understand why seemingly every single news channel had come to their little town. Their little high school wasn’t anything special, neither was any of the people that went there. Well, as far as anyone knew, no one that went to the school was special outside of those gates.

As the three students stepped outside, the media erupted, shouting question after question and calling for one of them: Virgil.

The camera flashes blinded him, taking away his vision as they attacked from every angle. Virgil froze in shock and horror.

Patton leaned over, not taking wide, shock-filled, eyes off the photographers. “Verge, what’s going on? Why are they calling for you? Why are they calling you Prince?

‘Not now! How the hell did they find out?’

“I’ve got to go,” Virgil replied, turning to run from the media circus. The longer he stayed here the more opportunity they had. He had to get home, fast.

Logan grabbed his wrist, determined to get an explanation to the entirely confusing situation. “Virgil, you’re not going anywhere until you tell us what’s going on.”

“I can’t right now!” Virgil looked to the press, his anxiety and fear of being in the public eye rising. “I’ll explain later.”

Logan sighed, a worried expression falling across his face, but he let go.

Virgil pulled his hood up and bolted, running out of the school grounds and down the street. The press followed him, photographers snapping at his heels and taking pictures as they ran. Virgil sprinted as best he could, backpack awkwardly jumping as he tried to get away from the people trying to invade his life.

Ducking and skidding into alleyways helped him to lose the photographers. He leaned against a brick wall as he caught his breath. He was out of their clutches, for now. He rounded the corner and almost cried with relief as his home came into view. No photographer or journalist in sight. It was like nothing had changed on the road he lived on, a quiet, peaceful escape from the rest of the chaos he had been thrown into.

Virgil slammed the front door shut and let his head fall back against it with a gentle thud. His thoughts were a whirlwind, jumping from one question to the next without an answer to any of them.

‘What the hell is going on?’

‘How did they know?’

‘What was going to happen now?’

Virgil’s mother rushed into the hallway, freezing as she saw him exhaustedly leaning against the door. He loved his mother but damn did her past cause him some problems.

“What’s going on? How’d they find out?” Virgil asked.

His mother sighed and wrapped an arm around him, leading him to the couch. “C’mon honey. Let’s go and sit down.”

“No, I don’t want to sit down! I want to know what’s going on,” he snapped, ducking out of his mother’s grasp.

She hung her head and dropped down onto the couch, absentmindedly chewing on one of her perfectly manicured nails as she stared out of the window. “Your grandmother made the announcement. You’re to join her out in Clearice immediately and begin your lessons. I’m sorry Virgil, I had no idea she was going to do this. Apparently, it helped the press to track you down pretty quickly. I had no idea they were at your school until it was on tv or else I would have come and gotten you myself.”

Virgil’s mind was reeling. ‘She’s made the announcement!’ He was going to be the crown prince.
“She said I could wait until I’m 18. Until I finished school.”

Virgil’s mother sighed. “There’s been…tension recently. For her to produce this mysterious heir that she always bragged about – you. We have to fly out tomorrow.”

‘Tomorrow?!’

“But I don’t want to do it. You know I’ve never wanted to do it. You gave it up to be with dad, right? Can’t I just stand down?” Virgil rambled, trying to look for any way out of the situation.

“Virgil,” she started, standing and turning to face him. “At least give it a shot. Like a six month trial run. Your dad would have wanted you to at least try.”

‘Great. She’s using the dad card.’

“Fine,” Virgil hissed, storming up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door shut. His knees buckled and he hit the floor, tears filling his eyes and the panic of the situation finally sinking in. He didn’t bother trying to get back up, letting the tears flow as his walls came tumbling down. His chest tightened as his breath started to come in short bursts.

‘I can’t do this. I can’t do it.’

Virgil gripped at his hair, pulling at it as if he could pull the overwhelming thoughts straight out of his head.

The grounding feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket slowly pulled the panic away. He shakily reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw it was Patton calling, not Logan. He didn’t think he could deal with Logan’s cold demeanour right now. He accepted the call.

“Virgil!” Patton exclaimed. “Are you okay, sport? What’s going on?”

Virgil’s eyes filled back up with tears as he tried to explain. “I…I-“ He was cut off by sobs.

“Hey, hey Verge. Calm down its okay. Take deep breaths for me. That’s good…keep going. Great. Now talk to me.”

“There’s something I never told you.”

“Yeah I kinda guessed that.”

Virgil sighed. “My mom was a princess. She gave it up to be with my dad. I don’t have any aunts or uncles so the title was passed onto me.”

Patton went quiet.

“Patton? Patton, are you there? You-“

“OH MY GOD. YOU’RE A PRINCE!”

It was Virgil’s turn to go silent.

“Do I have to call you Sir now?” Patton asked, excitement clear in his voice.

“What? No, of course not.” A sharp knock at Virgil’s door pulled him out of the conversation. “Patton, I’ve got to go. Can you tell Logan for me? I don’t think I can handle his…logic today, not after everything that’s already happened.”

“Sure I can! Oh, and Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be a great prince.”

“Thanks, Pat,” Virgil smiled and hung up, bolting over to sit on his bed and act like he hadn’t just been having a breakdown behind his door. Little did Patton know, he’d never actually become prince, he’d refuse the position before it got that far.

“Hey, honey?” Virgil’s mother hesitantly stepped into the room.

“Yes?”

“You want any help packing”

‘Oh yeah, I’ll have to pack wont I? Way to rub salt in the wound.’ “No, I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, get off my back!”

His mother didn’t reply, silently leaving the room.

He sighed, falling back onto the bed. Today couldn’t have gone worse. In the space of an hour he’d started to lose everything.  His old life, his home, his friends. Only to be replaced with a life where he’d constantly be in the public eye, scrutinized over his hair, his clothes, his personality. He would never accept his grandmother’s offer, and nothing could ever change his mind.

Home, Part Ten

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N:  The end is nearing.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?   

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Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Hey! I just wanted to request a story about the reader having the worst day, like so much worse than even getting struck by lighting-worse. Maybe into an accident and break a few bones? Team rushing over jus tin time as the ambulence’s arrive to take the reader away and they ride with them to the hospital, well, one of them, while the rest of the team follows in their cars. Sorry if this isn’t somethin you’re willing to write, btw

Summary: Fem!Reader just has a really long day. Much angst.

A/N: HEY GUYS! I’m baaack! Didya miss me? No? You didn’t even notice I was gone? Same. Anyway, hiatus is over (until finals week probably lol) and now I’m back to writing! I was so excited to post today that I accidentally woke up at 3am oops. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one! I had crazy writer’s block when I tried writing this one, took me the whole weekend while camping + Monday to finally finish this one smh Enjoy!

Wordcount: 887, meh not too shabby for my first post-hiatus fic

Warning: mention of blood, car accident, angst

Requests are closed for now, very sorry friends :(

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For the Love of My Life- Pt 2 (End)

Characters: reader x Bucky?, reader x Steve?, reader x Tony(but not really),     Wanda, Natasha, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets.

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: sex mentions, fluff, heartbreak?, bit of angst.

Word Count: 4.6k (yeah, the splitting this to make it shorter thing didn’t work out so well. :D )

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Apologies that it took longer to post this part! Work and illness made it really difficult, but here it is! Please let me know what you think!! :)

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Previously:

Steve paused before speaking, unsure how to proceed. “Y/N…is there any way…could I see you again before I leave?” he blurted the last part before he lost his nerve.

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I’ll be in touch. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you echoed as he pulled you into a lingering hug. He smelled amazing, like Old spice aftershave with an undertone of fresh linen. He watched you climb the stairs and step inside before walking away, your heart rate beginning to slow at last.  

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You woke up the next morning alone, stretching spread-eagle across the full surface of the bed with a smile on your face. Last night was unexpected and while you still didn’t know what it all meant, you tried not to overthink things. Stepping out of the shower, you saw a few text notifications on your phone.

Bucky’s read:

Hey babe. Up for Ultimate Frisbee in the park and a few burgers?

then clicking over to Steve’s message:

Good morning, Y/N. Are you free this afternoon?

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Long Live - Chapter 2

I’m so happy so many people liked Chapter 1! Thank you all so much for your kind words and messages!! I’ve decided that updates will hopefully be Sundays and Thursdays or as close to that schedule as i can get them.

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. The quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 2303

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