how many have you written for her

vaguely nsfw asks
  • 1. Are looks important in a relationship?
  • 2. Are relationships ever worth it?
  • 3. Are you a virgin?
  • 4. Are you in a relationship?
  • 5. Are you in love?
  • 6. Are you single this year?
  • 7. Can you commit to one person?
  • 8. Describe your crush
  • 9. Describe your perfect mate
  • 10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  • 11. Do you ever want to get married?
  • 12. Do you forgive betrayal?
  • 13. Do you get jealous easily?
  • 14. Do you have a crush on anyone?
  • 15. Do you have any piercings?
  • 16. Do you have any tattoos?
  • 17. Do you like kissing in public?
  • 20. Do you shower every day?
  • 21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
  • 22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
  • 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
  • 24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
  • 25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?
  • 26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
  • 27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
  • 28. Have you ever been cheated on?
  • 29. Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • 30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?
  • 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
  • 32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?
  • 33. Have you ever had sex with a man?
  • 34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?
  • 35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
  • 36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
  • 37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
  • 38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
  • 39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
  • 40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?
  • 41. Have you had sex so far this year?
  • 42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?
  • 43. How long was your longest relationship?
  • 44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
  • 45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?
  • 46. How many times did you have sex last year?
  • 47. How old are you?
  • 48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
  • 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?
  • 50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
  • 51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
  • 52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?
  • 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
  • 54. Is there someone you will never forget?
  • 55. Share a relationship story.
  • 56. State 8 facts about your body
  • 57. Things you want to say to an ex
  • 58. What are five ways to win your heart?
  • 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)
  • 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?
  • 61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?
  • 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
  • 63. What is your definition of “having sex”?
  • 64. What is your definition of cheating?
  • 65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?
  • 66. What is your favourite roleplay?
  • 67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
  • 68. What is your sexual orientation?
  • 69. What turns you off?
  • 70. What turns you on?
  • 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?
  • 72. What words do you like to hear during sex?
  • 73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
  • 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
  • 75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
  • 76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?
  • 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
  • 78. What’s your dirtiest secret?
  • 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?
  • 80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
  • 81. Who are five people you find attractive?
  • 82. Who is the last person you hugged?
  • 83. Who was your first kiss with?
  • 84. Why did your last relationship fail?
  • 85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?
Someone: Why are you still into that fandom when you don’t like that show anymore? - Me: Have a seat, this may take a while...

This is all from a fandom that had our ship for 2 years. #LookWhatWe’veDone

Lexa was the one for her.” “Lexa was her soulmate.” “Lexa was the love of her life.” “Clarke will never love anyone the way she loved Lexa.” “Clarke will always be grieving Lexa.” - Eliza Taylor (Clarke Griffin herself). Clexa didn’t just kiss, they didn’t hook up, they made love. Doesn’t get more canon than that :) 

It’s more than a fandom, it’s the lgbtq community. Multiple full size billboards were put up, bringing attention to the “Bury your gays” trope. Unlike others who only think about themselves, we actually did something positive in the real world to benefit the lgbtq community, we helped raise over $162,500 in charity for the Trevor Project. We got the television industry to recognize their use of tropes and inspired The Lexa Pledge by showrunners to do right by their LGBT audience. We got “LGBT Fans Deserve Better” trending worldwide, staying in the top 10 for hours with over 276K tweets.

We trended worldwide 55 times in the weeks following Lexa’s death. Fans from all around the globe were devastated. “Lexa Deserved Better” spread across the world with hundreds of fans sharing their pictures from more than 200 cities and over 55 countries.

We dominate in the polls, there’s no other way to describe our 47 poll wins so far, and 7 more polls we’re currently leading. Did I mention we only had our ship for a total of 15 episodes, plus the fact that alot of these polls were won with “half our ship dead” as haters like to point out… just shows how powerful Clexakru is because we continue to win even with fandoms teaming up against us Lol It’s been nearly a full year since Lexa died and we’re still winning polls :D

Me: Okay Google, what is “extra”? - Google: The Clexa Fandom.

Yes, we legit made up an entirely new character, Elyza Lex, and ship her with Alycia’s character on Fear, Alicia Clark, to make our spinoff ship Lexark and dubbed the show “Queer the Walking Dead”. Working with the Clexa material we got in the short time span, we built an empire on fanfics, fanart, comics, etc, created by some of the most talented fans. Plus all of the character social media accounts, if you’re not following @confusedlexa on Twitter you are seriously missing out :D Meanwhile we made Jason Rottenassberg’s follower count drop faster than The Loo ratings. The outrage at The Loo isn’t just limited to our fandom, it’s shown by the many articles written labeling The Loo as one of the worst shows of 2016. It’s days before the season premier and the public is still dragging the show, it’s won polls for Biggest Disappointment”, “Show You Gave Up On”, and more… talk about karma ;) Eliza’s openly asked fans for Clexa fic recs and admitted that her mother has a Lexark picture in her home. We really couldn’t have a more dedicated Captain of the Bitanic, a year later she’s still the biggest Clexa shipper <3 As if that wasn’t enough, how many characters have such an iconic look that they got their own SnapChat filter and Sims makeup? And to top it all off, we have a star, a real star in the sky!

With just 2 brief mentions, we made Costia into more than just a name, we brought her to life, unofficially decided to cast Nathalie Emmanuel for the role, and headcanon Lexa’s first love as a beautiful sapphic woman of color

We have Elycia, Eliza & Alycia, BFF’s in real life. Without them, we wouldn’t have Clexa. Alycia’s moved on to a better show, like many other cast members have done. Eliza will move on to bigger and better things as well when The Loo gets cancelled and she’ll finally be free from all the … “shit” ;)

Clarke Griffin, Wanheda, The Ambassador of the 13th clan, Klark kom Skaikru, Fleimkepa, Leader of the ungrateful sky brats <3 “You bring them justice.” “I know you’re just trying to help.” - Lexa to Clarke“Clarke elevates herself… she’s special.” - Lexa to Titus about Clarke. Lexa was the only person who never berated, belittled, or blamed Clarke.

Lexa, Heda, The Commander of the 12 clans, Leksa kom Trikru, Soulmate of Clarke Griffin, also known as Alexandria Woods in fanfics <3 “I want you!”, “I love you.”- Clarke to Lexa. “We loved her.”- Aden to Clarke about Lexa. The girl who was taught “love is weakness”, was loved by many.

*Those great Clarke and Lexa gifs were made by @amgirl01

This is just too amazing not to include, check out @miselizasjane Grounders trailer. Things like that are why I’m so into this fandom and always will beI have other wlw ships, some of them I really love and have shipped for years, some more recently. But none of them mean more to me than Clexa, I’ll always be Clexakru, because it’s about so much more than just a ship or a show.

 #ClexaIsLegendary #We’reStillHere #NoOtherFandomCouldEver 

*Credit to - @lgbtfansdb / @lgbtvdb-why-it-matters / @lexadeservedbetter-ww  / @thecatsbian / @clexarikleimt / @clexacon / @luxysims / @clexasource / @debnamcelery (twitter) 

I'M ABOUT TO GO ON A SUPER LONG RANT ABOUT THESE ANTI-SARAH ASSHOLES AND I'D LIKE YOU TO READ

There are so many toxic people who are anti-SJM or anti-so-and-so-character in this fandom. It’s definitely good to take a critical look at something you love to see if it’s unhealthy or problematic. Sarah isn’t perfect. She writes a lot of white characters, a lot of her characters are hetero; but she’s genuinely trying to get better. When we started complaining about all the white characters she wrote the Illyrians, she wrote the Summer Court. A lot of this fandom views Manon as East Asian. Could there be more? Definitely. When we pointed out that there were a lot of hetero relationships she wrote Morrigan, a lesbian, she wrote Aedion as bi, I personally think Manon is also bi. She also wrote a gay couple in Heir of Fire. She slips these in so subtly and doesn’t make a big deal out of it, so people forget. The only complaint brought up by y'all that is complete bullshit is that she’s romanticizing abusive relationships. If y'all want to know why I think I have the right to call bullshit on that you can talk to me personally. She’s one of the very few authors that truly listens to her audience and tries to improve herself. She’s worked so hard since she first wrote Throne of Glass. She’s always writing new material for us, traveling to meet us, and executing all of the technicalities to give us new material! And y'all have the gall to call her lazy, when her dad has just had a heart attack and she has her own health issues?!? SARAH ISN’T HERE TO SERVE US. SHE’S A FUCKING HUMAN WITH HER OWN LIFE. It’s healthy to take a critical look at a fandom or something you love. But picking apart literally everything she does is fucking awful and extremely unhealthy. Trying to stamp out the joy that other people get from Sarah’s work is vile. I cried when I read how well Sarah had written Aelin’s crippling depression, because she had put what I was going through into words so well and I felt a so much less alone. There are so many people who connect with Sarah’s writing and being an asshole and telling people that it’s problematic when it’s really not is atrocious. No one is going to be perfect and I truly feel sorry for the people who feel like they have to trumpet their hate out to the world. Sarah isn’t perfect but neither are you, and holding her to an impossible standard is unhealthy for you and for her. I don’t like Cassandra Clare and I think she’s problematic, but do I shit on everyone else’s love for her books? No, because I’m not an asshole. I really can’t summon up any emotion for these people except for disgust.

vaguely nsfw asks
  • 1. Are looks important in a relationship?
  • 2. Are relationships ever worth it?
  • 3. Are you a virgin?
  • 4. Are you in a relationship?
  • 5. Are you in love?
  • 6. Are you single this year?
  • 7. Can you commit to one person?
  • 8. Describe your crush
  • 9. Describe your perfect mate
  • 10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  • 11. Do you ever want to get married?
  • 12. Do you forgive betrayal?
  • 13. Do you get jealous easily?
  • 14. Do you have a crush on anyone?
  • 15. Do you have any piercings?
  • 16. Do you have any tattoos?
  • 17. Do you like kissing in public?
  • 20. Do you shower every day?
  • 21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
  • 22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
  • 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
  • 24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
  • 25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?
  • 26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
  • 27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
  • 28. Have you ever been cheated on?
  • 29. Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • 30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?
  • 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
  • 32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?
  • 33. Have you ever had sex with a man?
  • 34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?
  • 35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
  • 36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
  • 37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
  • 38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
  • 39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
  • 40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?
  • 41. Have you had sex so far this year?
  • 42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?
  • 43. How long was your longest relationship?
  • 44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
  • 45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?
  • 46. How many times did you have sex last year?
  • 47. How old are you?
  • 48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
  • 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?
  • 50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
  • 51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
  • 52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?
  • 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
  • 54. Is there someone you will never forget?
  • 55. Share a relationship story.
  • 56. State 8 facts about your body
  • 57. Things you want to say to an ex
  • 58. What are five ways to win your heart?
  • 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)
  • 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?
  • 61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?
  • 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
  • 63. What is your definition of “having sex”?
  • 64. What is your definition of cheating?
  • 65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?
  • 66. What is your favourite roleplay?
  • 67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
  • 68. What is your sexual orientation?
  • 69. What turns you off?
  • 70. What turns you on?
  • 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?
  • 72. What words do you like to hear during sex?
  • 73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
  • 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
  • 75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
  • 76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?
  • 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
  • 78. What’s your dirtiest secret?
  • 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?
  • 80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
  • 81. Who are five people you find attractive?
  • 82. Who is the last person you hugged?
  • 83. Who was your first kiss with?
  • 84. Why did your last relationship fail?
  • 85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?
Southside Serpent

“So how long are you going to be acting like a complete brat?” He dictated, his body now pushing away from the fence and now standing in front of you. His body leaning into yours that pushes against the fence even more than before.

“Until you decide to leave me alone,” You state, head falling to the side as you do your best to look unfazed by how close he is, and how his cologne just makes you want to wrap your arms around him and push his body against yours so you can press your lips against his.

“Well that’s going to be shit luck for you because I’m never going to be leaving you alone.” He answers, lips tugging into a smirk as you feel yourself just completely cave in. The new found information that Luke won’t give up his tantalizing ways just to get you, has your mind in the gutter and the butterflies in your stomach just to buzz around more intensely then before.

Originally posted by queenlukes

Words: 5.3k

Rating: R

Request: No

A/N: inspired by the scene with kevin and the southside serpent, joaquin, from Riverdale


The sound of laughter and energetic conversations rattled off of your beige locker and flutters in your ears, along with the sound of sneakers smacking against the dirty hallway floors and the shutting of the exit doors being heard from where you are standing packing school work in your bag.

It was finally Friday and you’re buzzing with joy, you had nothing to do today but just to lay in bed and sleep. Not every day did you get a chance to take a nap after school, you always had something to do; go to your volleyball practices or go to your after school clubs and sometimes help tutor some of the kids on your street. You’re always busy and today you get the chance to finally rest.

So when you finally dropped your purple binder into your backpack and zipped it up a pleased sigh slipped out of your nose and into the energetic atmosphere, you let your hands tug away from your sliver zipper and close your locker before letting your body rest against it, the cool material causing your heated up body to chill for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You hear a voice ask, that causes your eyes to turn away from the white tiles and turn towards the voice. Samantha’s copper hair trailed down her shoulder and rested by her rip cage, her hazel eyes looking at you with question as one of her makeup filled eyebrows rose up on her forehead as her lips covered in a deep red colour was set in a straight line as she looked at you with curiosity.

“It’s finally Friday!” You sing, eyes closing for a moment as you let your head tilt against the locker and letting a smug smile tug on your lips. You watch as Samantha rolls her eyes before she leans against the locker next to yours, lips tugging into a smug smile a like yourself as her eyes glaze over with humor.

“So what?” She says, her cranberry lips moving as her words trail out of her mouth and smacks you in your face as you let your jaw drop and look at her with complete shock.

“So what! So what! Sam! I literally don’t have anything to do today. I don’t have volleyball, I don’t have any clubs to go to and I don’t have to tutor the kids on my street.” You say with excitement as a smug smile escapes your lips and a happy smile sets in place.

“God the kids on your streets are such brats.” Samantha grunts while rolling her eyes before shaking her head at you. “Anyways that’s not even the point, did you hear about what’s happening to The Twilight Drive-In?” She asks, both of her eyebrows rising up on her forehead as she stares at you questionably.

“No?” You state while shrugging your shoulders, head titling off of the locker and body turning to face Samantha as she rolls her eyes once again at your answer.

“How do you not know?” She questions, voice filled with aggravation as a laugh trails out of your mouth.

“You know if you continue to roll your eyes like that, they’re gonna get stuck.” You inquire, only making her roll her eyes again before taking her hand off of her blue denim jeans and rising it up to your cheek, her thumb running against your skin and caressing it.

“Please don’t be a smart ass.” She says, a fake smile on her deep lips as you watch her gold earrings dance around with her shaking head.

“Fine, then all be a dumbass.” You scoff, your body leaning off of your locker as you let your arms interlock with each other and rest along your chest.

Samantha pulled her hand away from your cheek and let her eyes flicker shut, her breath coming out heavy as you watched her lips silently count to ten before her eyes re-opened and look at you like she wanted to snap.

“Did your therapist tell you to do that whenever you’re annoyed?” You question, your right foot shifting away from your left foot which causes your hip to pop out as you look at Sam with amusement.

“Yes she actually did, now when you are done with your… irritating responses I would like to finish what I was about to say.” She says, her lips tugging into a smile as she lets her high heeled boots smack against the tile floor to an unknown beat.

“Continue, continue.” You say while tearing one of your hands away from your chest and flicking at her.  

“As I was going to say, The Twilight Drive-In is shutting down so tonight is the last night to see a movie there and also make out with a hot guy in the backseat of his car like in Grease.” She beams, her pearly white teeth showing as her eyes glow with happiness and excitement which only causes you to groan and smack your head against your locker.

“Sam… I don’t wanna go!” You cry, a painful expression washing over your facial features as you look at her like you’re going to die.

“Why not?” She asked, voice annoyed as she looked at you like she wanted to kill you on the spot.

“Because it’s Friday! My only free day in this whole entire month! And also, you are most definitely going to find some guy to make out with and just neglect me.” You rush, eyes rolling as you look at her with bewilderment.

“That’s so false and you know that!” Samantha exaggerates while her jaw drops and her hands tug away from her sides to slide onto her hips.

You just let your eyes roll as you stare at her and shake your head, Samantha knows for a fact that she would do something like this so you decide not to even encourage the conversation even more, instead you let your head turn away from her gaze and look down the hallway where people continue to flutter out of to leave school.

It was blond hair and piercing blue eyes that had your heart hammering against your chest and eyes looking all over the place, your hands grew sweat between the cracks of your knuckles as you felt your whole entire face heat up just at the sight of him.

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Romance, Representation And You

So the last post I reblogged got some interesting comments I want to touch on, namely people stating that they don’t dislike Romance because it’s fluffy and feel good, but because it is often sexist, misogynistic, ableist, heteronormative and woefully lacking in diversity, which yes, absolutely, yes. Those are entirely valid criticisms of the genre—indeed I find them to be valid of any genre, whether it’s sci-fi, fantasy, young adult or otherwise. There is a shocking lack of diversity in our fiction and media—and not because people don’t want it or aren’t trying to make it, but because publishing houses and media can’t see the co-relation between what their marketing teams are telling them, and the actual reality that of course straight white stories are selling the best, of course it is, because you won’t sell anything else, that’s why there’s no sales numbers for anything else.

I worked in a romance publishing house for a good few years, I also worked for their erotica team, and do you know, not once did I ever come across a manuscript with a disabled person? Not a single one. There was also never a manuscript that featured a character with mental illness who wasn’t the villain, or whose issues couldn’t be Fixed With Love™(*vomit*). 

The few times a story featured non white characters, it was usually “The Best Friend Who Gives Sassy Real Advice”, or so horrifically racist that our modus operandi was to nuke it from the office servers rather than try and deal with it because how do you politely tell an author, hey, you’re a fetishistic piece of shit please find God and change the entirety of your story so we can print it, (Answer: you don’t there is no polite way to tell someone they are a  fetishistic piece of shit and you never want their work to darken your inbox ever again.) when you can instead say “Sorry, not what we’re looking for a the moment” and retreat to the relative safety of the slushpile where maybe, just maybe, a hidden gem awaits excavation.

And our publishing house prided itself on diversity because we had an LGBT section, and oh boy let me tell you I was so excited when I got moved over onto that side…only to realize, there’s no w/w fiction because “it doesn’t sell well” and 90% of the m/m fiction is being written by women for women and they fired the one gay author cause his work wasn’t “what was selling” and every bisexual character I ever encountered was either Actually Gay/Actually Straight, or surprise! The Evil Greedy Homewrecker who needs to pick a side, booo hiiiiss, grab your pitchforks and burn the witch.

And I remember, I remember looking to my senior editor who was also my friend at the time, a poly bisexual, mentally ill woman and saying “what the fuck Rebecca” (yes, her name was actually Becky) and she looked at me over our skype call and said “You want to keep your job? Deal with it.”

Because you see, Marketing reigns supreme, and Marketing doesn’t give a shit about people like you and me. It doesn’t care if the neurodivergent person wants to see people like them in fiction, it doesn’t care that people of color want to be more than just the friend/villain, they don’t care that there is more to LGBTQIA+ than the L and specifically the G, it doesn’t care if disabled people want to be represented as more than someone ele’s story arc prop. They don’t care they, don’t care, and do you know why so many publishing houses look down on indie publishing and self published authors and try to call them hacks? Because we don’t give a fuck that they don’t care and we’re doing what we want anyway.

Oh sure you get the usual “but the work is so unpolished, no one has vetted it, it’s just bad, this is why we need publishers to stop the crap from rising to the top”—and yet Fifty Shades of Grey still gets a multi-billion dollar production budget and to the top of the best seller list—do you see, where I am going with this? They’re not interested in selling the best they are just interested in selling, and we are living in a society that has a system designed specifically to a quite literally straight and narrow demographic. So of course XYZ stories sell well, of course they do, because that is where the vast majority of marketing goes, to make sure you buy into it. And Romance…Romance is a lucrative industry to be in if you can get the weight of that campaign behind you…but if you can’t? Well, not only do you have to compete with lack of funding and resources, but also the pervasive lie that because you’re not affiliated directly with X Publishing House or Y Agency, you are not good enough, and no one will want to read your story.

And that’s a bunch of baloney. It’s so much baloney you can slap it between two slices of bread and cover it in mustard because the whole thing is a ham.

Do you know what I would have loved growing up? (And still would) Stories about girls who liked people regardless of gender—and who wasn’t conflicted over it because people are people and gender is fluid and irrelevant to love. Stories about people with mental health issues, where the person is still loved and shown as functional, with their mental health issues, not despite. Stories about disabled and ill people who have fulfilling lives whose arc doesn’t revolve around being brave for simply existing or how much of a saint their families/loved ones are for putting up with them. And do you know what I get instead, even now as an adult who has worked in the industry that sells these stories? I get things like Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse, and train wrecks like You Before Me where the death of the disabled person is seen as a romantic gesture of selflessness that sets the love interest free to fully live her life. HOW FUCKING FUCKED UP IS THAT. Oh you can argue with me all you want that wasn’t  Moyes intent when she was writing it, but it damn well was the end result.

Yes, Romance is lacking, and yes it needs revamped, it needs more cultural diversity, it needs more inclusion, it needs so many things—but it also needs for people to not want to not write for it because it’s “fluffy” and cheap, like somehow they are selling their souls away. 

I’ve got friends who have written amazing, diverse stories told from their point of view…but they won’t ever get them published because as soon as you mention self publishing or the Romance industry they turn their noses up. And they’re shooting themselves in the foot in doing so, because there ain’t no way a story about XYZ is going to make it in a sci-fi house, no matter who much tech you add in. On the flipside of that, I’ve also got a friend who has written about her experiences as a Black queer disabled woman and it’s filled with relationships and great life stuff and so funny…but she can’t get it published anywhere because she’s been explicitly made to feel like she doesn’t belong in the genre because her stories are too complex, they’re too different they’re too comedic…too…too…too (the list goes on). And that’s awful because Romance is a genre that is primarily about people and if you as a Romance house are telling me you can’t sell a story about people, boy are we well and truly fucked.

The biggest criticism of the Romance genre shouldn’t be that it’s too damn happy and therefore unrealistic and nothing but fluff. What’s unrealistic is the complete lack of diversity and inclusion in the genre that makes it so alienating that a huge part of our society immediately feels like they don’t belong. 

And that’s a bigger problem than fluff.

So great, yes fine, Romance isn’t for you, you can tell me all the time that you don’t like Romance and I will cheerfully talk to you about literally anything else. But don’t ever tell me you don’t like Romance because it’s simple and fluffy when there’s a whole wealth of actual problematic shit to dislike it for.

And to you, yes you, I’m talking to you. You with the idea in the back of your head and the worry that you’ll never be a Serious Author because all you want to write about is romance and people and angst and fluff and also thinking no one wants to read stories about people like you: take that idea and run with with it, learn from your experiences and keep doing it some more and maybe one day we’ll have the publishing industry we deserve that will acknowledge you. But until then: Rebel and Do It Anyway.

It has honestly been such an amazing experience watching Alex Danvers and Elena Alvarez. 
I don’t know how many of you have watched One Day at a Time and Supergirl yet but seriously I was crying my eyes out.  I loved getting to see Alex come out and have her family support her so quickly and unwaveringly– and then getting to see Elena come out and her mom struggling with it a little was really moving in a way I hadn’t expected to to be moved? 
I can write a lot about these two really, but mostly that I’m happy they’re being written and acted the the way are. I’m not out to my parents, and honestly I don’t know if I ever will be, and that kind of hurts not being able to share things like this with them.  So I’m happy I can share them with you all, these two coming out stories that we’ve gotten to see have given me comfort and hope and I am really excited for more c: 
AndifyouhaveseriouslywatchOneDayataTimeitsdiverseandbeautifulandimstillcryingtbh

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Olicity Fic Rec (Part 1)

Hey everybody! I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while, but I haven’t been able to find the time to do it. Luckily now that school and finals are over, I finally can! I kinda tried to organize this fic rec by categories and stuff and I got really carried away lol, but I hope you enjoy!

SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS (Not necessarily recent fics, just fics I LOVE (not all of my favorites bc we’d be here for days), and for the recent fics that are also my favorites, I put them in the recent section):

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Sportsmanlike Conduct by @mogirl97: Overall one of my favorite sports AU’s! It has both fluff and angst, and I literally couldn’t stop reading it! I originally read it when it first came out, and each update made me so happy! Not to mention, hockey is literally my favorite sport (and I may or may not be a Flyers super fan) so this fic was especially fun to read! It all begins in college, when Felicity meets Oliver Queen, a handsome and talented hockey player! They hit it off immediately, and their relationship is so good, but of course, things get in the way! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! Such an amazing fic!!

Times Like These by @anthfan: I REREAD THIS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING (i literally just re-read it and finished it before I started making this post)! If you have free time, go read this fic, and if you don’t have free time, drop what you’re doing, make time, and go read this fic! This fic is so good, and all of Oliver and Felicity’s interactions are so well done. I actually only came across this story a few months ago, and I am so mad I didn’t find it sooner, but now that I have read it, I can’t stop reading it over and over! It begins with Felicity’s stalker and cousin, Nate, coming back into her life, and of course, Oliver and Dig doing everything they can to protect her. SO GOOD. SO SO SO SO GOOD. I’m not gonna lie, this fic made me cry, and I rarely ever cry, so that should tell you how AMAZING this fic is!

The Firebird by @supersillyanddorky06: Am I gonna rec every single one of Matty’s fics? Yes. And the Firebird is NO EXCEPTION! This fic was recently finished (ending was super amazing) and if you’re looking for an amazing, riveting fic to read, go READ IT RIGHT NOW! I literally would not put this fic down when I first read it, and everytime I go back and re-read it, I read it from start to finish because its SO GOOD(lol the amount of HW i’ve been able to complete has gone way down since I started reading matty’s fics). This fic is an Al-Sahim story, but has Oliver in Felicity’s house every night, not saying a word, and watching Tv with her, after Felicity finds Oliver about to kill someone one night. Basically, Oliver starts seeking Felicity after that night, and you’ll have to see what happens! Honestly tho, I don’t know how to describe this fic (it’s too amazing to put into words), so just go READ IT!

Forever is Composed of Nows by @dust2dust34 and @so-caffeinated: I’m pretty sure everyone has read this fic, but that’s because it’s only the best thing to ever exist! I read this fic a while ago, but lost it, and when I found it again, not only was it completed, but there was a SEQUEL and I SCREAMED OUT LOUD BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY! Such a good fic, and as a person who doesn’t even like children, I fell in love with Ellie Queen (believe me that is saying a lot, like i hate kids, but this story made me absolutely love Ellie) ! This fic has so much amazing fluff, and good angst, and just a wonderful wonderful plot. I love having the Queen fam in it, and every single chapter is just so good. It begins with Ellie Queen, Oliver and Felicity’s daughter, being brought into the past to escape Zoom, when Felicity and Oliver are not together, and haven’t even accepted their feelings for each other. SO GOOD. Such a great idea for a fic, that was made into a beautiful story, and I love it so much!

With our Backs to the Wall (Darkness will Fall) by @theirhappystory: ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES LIKE I CAN’T EXPLAIN GUYS ITS SO SO GOOD!! I am the biggest sucker for Army AU’s and age differences and this fic touches upon both of those and does it so well. Every single moment in this fic I absolutely love, and I really can’t put into words how good it is. You have to read it. You just have to. It starts with Oliver returning from war, coming back to a home with Felicity, who is looking much different and more mature then when he lost saw her. Oliver struggles with keeping his feelings and thoughts in check, and it is GLORIOUS! GO READ IT! I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH!

Or Forever Hold Your Peace by @katanabaabe: Such an incredibly angsty and beautiful fic, that you won’t be able to put down! I came across this fic a long time ago, and I am still just as obsessed with it now as I was then. I loved how this story was done, and I loved the way that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship plays out. I LOVE ANGST, and this fic had such well done angst it was impossible to put down. It begins with Oliver comforting Felicity after she is very upset over what happened with her fiancé, Ray Palmer, and things escalate. Such a good fic!

Where There’s Smoak There’s Fire by FelOllie @littlered-sourwolf: THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING FIC! I have re read this story countless times, and I think it gets better each time. I love, love, love, the way Felicity and Oliver’s friendship plays out, with tons of sexual tension and teasing, and the angst (oh my god the angst is so good guys) all just is written together so beautifully you have to go read it! It begins with Oliver and Felicity, five years after the count took her, being the best of friends. I don’t want to spoil too much, but all I can say is READ IT because you will not regret it! Amazing amazing story!

OKAY I PUT THINGS AFTER THE CUT BECAUSE AT THIS POINT IT WAS GETTING REALLY LONG:

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You should all watch The Bold Type

It’s a show that is inspired by the life of former Cosmopolitan editor-in-chief Joanna Coles. It focuses on the lives of three young women who work with the magazine.

Some character descriptions, without too many spoilers (written by me so I apologize for any grammar/writing mistakes)

There’s Kat, a black woman who is struggling with her sexual identity. Struggling might not be the right word since her experience is very positive and you can see she’s happy to explore. Her friends are extremely supportive. Kat is the social media expert for the magazine. 

Sutton is someone who is very driven and goes after what she wants. She is an assistent, but dreams of going into fashion and works for it. 

Jane is an aspiring writer. She’s sometimes unsure of herself, but with the help of her friends and her boss, she gets through most of her obstacles. 

Adena is a recurring character. She describes herself as a ‘proud muslim lesbian’ and I think that’s a perfect description, even though there’s more to her character than that. She’s an artist and develops a close relationship with Kat. 

Jacqueline is the editor-in-chief at the magazine. Unlike most female bosses portrayed on TV, she’s very supportive of her employees and helps them out if needed. She makes sure she talks to anyone in need and is just really awesome tbh. 

Anyway, watch this show. It’s not perfect, there are mistakes, but it’s only 4 episodes so far and there is so much room for growth. We get to see three women navigate life in a different way, and we get to see a relationship between a bi/pan woman and a lesbian woman develop (and it’s really adorable and sweet). 

You can watch it on Freeform on Tuesdays, on Hulu (I think) or on the Freeform website. If you’re outside of Europe, you can find it on websites like watchseries and projectfreetv. 

Please support this show as much as you can. It would be a shame to only get one season of a show that is fun to watch, even when it tackles some serious issues. 

‘’I remember you.’’ Part 1

A/N: I’m not counting on a lot of reaction for this but hopefully it’ll get some readers and feedback. I haven’t been inspired to write for months now but this just happened so I’m excited to share. It’s a little rusty but hopefully someone will enjoy it. This will be 3-4 parts. Thanks for reading!  Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Being an Avenger can sometimes take it’s toll on a person and when a certain man joins the team, the reader can’t help but withdraw herself from the group due to their past. How will it end though when their powers are need to help him on a mission and they reveal more about the past than they intended.

Warnings: Drinking, subtle signs of a mental disorder

Word count: 1160

Originally posted by dolorioushaze

The room surrounding you was dark, aside from the light that emitted from the single lamp on your work station and the one on your coworkers desk. You held your breath as you carefully worked with the little metal pieces in your hands, a mission you had been working on for months and what would soon be the newest creation for Tony Stark. 

You held your breath, working towards the first test of your project. ‘’Don’t stay up here too late, Y/N.’’ A gentle voice disturbed the silence surrounding you and you looked up to meet your coworker’s concerned smile. You replied with a nod and a small smile of your own before watching her leave for the day, the only sound hanging in the air being the click of her heels. 

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My Opinion
  • Lili: To the man who has showed me more beautiful places in the past year than I have ever seen in my whole life. Happy birthday, Cole. Thank you for all of the adventures and here's to many more 🌙
  • Me: I like that she shared something so deep and personal with us, she could've just written a sentence like last year - which shows us how much their relationship grew- but she choose to write and share a personal story about her and Cole.

Vilde: latest news, the account is deleted!

Eva: yeah, many hours ago?

Vilde: seriously??? How come I never catch anything anymore

Eva: smart of you to leave the bus Sana
This is too much Drama
I am completely convinced that it is actually Sara who posted it

Vilde: I actually agree a little. Kinda crazy that she’s fake though.

Sana: did anyone reach her?

Vilde: no

Eva: don’t know who’s the most childish, Sara or the ones who posted it

Vilde: she hasn’t written any crap about me. But I would never have written anything ugly about her
Do you think it’s someone on the bus?

Chris: it was me
No, but yo. Boring to talk about this all the time. ITS EVAS BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY.

Noora: what happened

Vilde: do you live under a rock? It’s so much drama now. Scroll upward

Noora: wow. People are cool.

The Problem of the Female Lords

The female lords in FE are a divisive group of characters. While they certainly have their fans, the female mains receive a lot more backlash compared to their male counterparts from the larger community. This is partly due to the way the writer’s handle them within the game’s plot.

Their choices in-game tend to be a lot more controversial (see: Micaiah opting for harsh tactics, Eirika handing over the sacred stone to Lyon, Celica agreeing to help Duma ect.) They all have to share the spotlight with another male lord, whose involvement in the plot often overshadows their own (see: Micaiah and Lyn in particular.) Furthermore, they often develop frightfully little in the core campaign, partly because of said shared spotlight (Lyn suffers the most from this but Celica gets it pretty bad here too.) None of the four female lords are bad characters, at base. They have well developed flaws and goals. However, Fire Emblem plots have never been kind to them. The purpose of this post isn’t to hate on any character, but to criticise some of the writer’s choices in the handling of them. 

Lyn 

Lyn doesn’t suffer from a character problem. Her arc during the tutorial paints her well as a well rounded character, with solid goals, issues and a decent backstory. Her plotline in the tutorial is very well done and it really helps to make her compelling to the gamer. I’d say she’s the most well-liked out of the FE female lords (compounded by her winning the female vote for Heroes.)

Lyn’s issue is that she’s overshadowed the moment Eliwood’s arc begins. I honestly don’t understand why the writers included her at all when she had such little to do, plot wise. They could have continued her arc about her becoming a ruler and her growing distaste with it. She could have acted as a good reflection of Hector’s fears of rulership once his brother dies. She could have helped more with the Black Fang. If her arc from the tutorial had continued, I feel she could have been one of the best FE lords but she’s never given a chance to shine.


Micaiah

Micaiah’s my favourite female Lord in FE. However, I do admit that she has the most issues as a character, massively due to her sharing a spotlight with Ike (who is my favourite Lord overall, but I’ll get back to that.) 

Radiant Dawn suffers from pretty terrible character writing in places. Ike’s pretty much a head that talks for the game’s duration, who’s only redeemed by his PoR incarnation. The Dawn Brigade are largely empty shells as characters, including the prominent Sothe. Many characters with arcs (Pelleas, Skrimir) aren’t fleshed out much beyond their character plotline. Micaiah, too, is affected by these problems.

Micaiah mostly suffers from her motivations being told to the player, instead of shown. We know she adores the people of Daein, but we see very little of her actually interacting with the Daein people. 

I feel Part 1 would have been a lot more appealing if it had been a story of Micaiah slowly deciding to devote herself to the common people, instead of that being her motivation from the beginning. She could have started out as a wandering traveller, joined the Dawn Brigade either because of self-interest or Sothe’s insistence and then taken back Daein after seeing how good the Daein people could be. It would have made her actions in Part 3 make a ton more sense. 

Furthermore, I feel her power to tell future events could have been scrapped. It actually plays very little part in the plot. Micaiah knowing that something bad’s going to happen doesn’t really influence her actions in any meaningful way and it could be written out fairly easily. This should lessen the ‘Mary Sue’ complaints about her. 


Eirika 

Okay, confession time. With the exception of Corrin, Eirika is actually my least favourite lord for the sole reason that I’m not a fan of naive characters. I don’t hate her and Ephraim ranks just above her on my dislike list, but I feel it should be noted. 

Eirika’s problem is that she barely develops at all. The only thing that really changes with her is her view on the Lyon situation. Her stance on war doesn’t change. Her naivety doesn’t improve. Ephraim suffers from a similar issue in that he’s so confident in his tactics but he’s never knocked down a peg. 

Her not developing leads to one of her most frustrating moments; when she hands Lyon the Sacred Stone. Although one could see why she does so, I maintain it shouldn’t have happened. I feel a scene where Lyon tries to persuade her to hand it over, she almost agrees, and then he does something which makes her suspicious would have been a great way to show her developing. 

Eirika isn’t a stupid woman but she believes in the best of everyone. However, I feel the numerous times she’s been betrayed in the game up to that point should have had some pay-off. 


Celica

I feel Celica’s issues as a character are the most fixable, as the main thing people complain about in regard to her is how she handles the whole Jedah situation. 

Celica’s problem is that the writers were trying to keep to Gaiden’s core plotline, which involves her being captured for Alm to save. I’d say she has the most developed motivations and flaws out of all the female protagonists; her motivations are explained well, her flaws (her stubbornness, her need to do everything herself) are things which are used against her, which is pretty good character writing. Compared to Ike, whose flaws ‘almost’ get him into trouble but wind up helping him out, and Corrin, whose flaws are excused by almost everyone he meets, Celica’s pretty well written in that regard. Near Leif levels. 

The issue is that her big mistake in trusting Jedah occurs so late, so there’s never a chance for her to truly learn. If it had happened sooner in the plot, then Celica could have had the chance to reflect and consider how she shouldn’t try to do everything on her own. It also would have helped if her friends had been the ones to save her and not Alm, which may have helped to take her out of the damsel-in-distress trope.

Furthermore,  the addition of Conrad serves to weaken her character. Unlike with Clive and Alm (where Clive mostly serves to advise) Conrad saves Celica so many times it’s a little ridiculous, especially since those incidents could have easily been written around. When you consider that Celica seemed like the stronger character of the two in their past memory prism scene, Conrad suddenly being her knight in shining armour seems to come out of nowhere. 

SuperCorp FanFic Rec List

I’ve been reading fanfics for years and every once in a while, I will stumble upon a fantastic writer. Their stories not only providing phenomenal plots/storylines but convey emotions and humor throughout. I applaud you if your story can make me laugh out loud at 2 in the morning. 

I decided to dedicate my top ten list to my favorite fanfic writer, SilentRain91.   I completely fell in love with all of these stories and you will too. 

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Be Still My Heart (George Washington x Reader)

Time Period: Hamiltime (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 1,281

Warnings: None

A/N: My first fic ever published on this blog! :) Please tell me what you think. You can send requests in the ask box!

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You squirmed awkwardly in your dress, the heat from the summer day causing the material to stick uncomfortably to your skin. You strolled through downtown Manhattan with your best friend Eliza hanging on your arm. The sounds of the men at work filled your ears. 

“Anyways,” she was saying, “Alexander will be there and I would really like you to meet him.” She gazed lovingly down at the text scrawled on her arm: Schuyler? The first thing her soulmate, Alexander Hamilton, had ever spoken to her. 

“What time should I be there?” You asked her.

“Six o’clock. There will be food and dancing and lots of soldiers.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you and you let out a laugh.

“Sounds exciting,” You said honestly. Your eyes flickered to your own Mark. Please, the fault is mine. You sighed.”You don’t think–?”

Eliza read your mind. “You never know,” she said in a sing-song voice.

You arrived at the Schuyler Mansion just after six in your best lilac ball gown. You were nervous about entering unescorted, but luckily, just as you walked in, you were swept away by the youngest Schuyler sister.

“(Y/N), you’re here! Dance with me,” She giggled.

“Peggy!” You exclaimed. “I’m sure you have dozens of men who wish to dance with you.” 

“Yes, but they’re nowhere near as fun as you.” She beamed. 

You and Peggy twirled around the ballroom and you couldn’t help but smile. Her attitude was infections and soon, you were laughing along with her. Once the song had ended, you curtsied to one another and giggled. “I can’t keep you from those soldier boys for too long, can I?” You teased. Sure enough, just as you made your way from the floor, several men were pushing their way towards your friend.

The room was very crowded; men, women, and (just like Eliza said) soldiers milled about, all with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. As you looked around for Eliza, a man backed into you and you let out a small squeak. “Oh, excuse me,” you apologized. 

“Please…” your heart leapt into your throat and began beating rapidly, “It’s no trouble,” and it fell back down into your chest. 

“(Y/N)!” You only now noticed that Eliza clung to his side. She looked beautiful in a turquoise dress with her hair tied back. “I didn’t notice you come in.”

“I was dancing with Peggy,” You explained. 

“(Y/N), this is Alexander, my soulmate. Alex, this is my best friend.” 

The man gave you a sweeping bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet the topic of much of Eliza’s conversation.” 

You chuckled lightly. “I could say the same thing to you!”

Eliza was blushing and you gestured to her cheeks. “Oh, we’ve embarrassed her!” 

Alexander let out a bark of laughter. “Well, I’d say we’re doing well then, huh?” 

You giggled and nodded your head. “I won’t keep you guys from having fun. Why don’t you go dance?” 

Eliza tugged on her soulmate’s arm. “That’s a wonderful idea.” 

Alexander shot you an SOS look, but nevertheless, let himself me dragged away. 

“Not much of a dancer?” You called after them. When he shook his head vigorously, you shouted, “Just let her lead!” You smiled at the two of them and turned to look for someone else you knew.

You shuffled your way through the crowd and just as you spotted Angelica from across the room, your shoulder came in contact with someone’s chest. “Pardon me, sir.” You were so distracted by trying to make it to Angelica that you almost missed the words the came from the man next to you.

“Please, the fault is mine.” Your heart stopped. The people around you continued to dance and socialize, but your whole world had come to a standstill. Your head whipped up to see who it was that said the words you had been waiting your whole life to hear. The decorated uniform told you instantly who he was.

General George Washington. 

When he saw the look in your eyes, a wide grin spread across his face. “It’s you, isn’t it?” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, when he offered you his arm. “Care to join me in the garden?” You nodded wordlessly and he led you to the french doors that led outside. 

With the doors closed behind you, the sounds of the party faded away and you took in the beautiful garden with it’s flagstone walkway, hundreds of flowers, and stone bench that rested in the center. 

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes and somehow you knew that he was letting you catch your breath. You looked up at him and he still had the delighted smile resting on his lips, but he seemed in no hurry. He seemed content.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You introduced yourself in a quiet voice. 

“George Washington,” He returned, matching your tone. 

“I know,” You said stupidly and he let out a laugh. “May I ask you a question, General?” You asked timidly. 

“Only if you agree to call me George,” He replied.

“Deal.” Your lips twitched upwards. “Why is it, that you had to ask me if I was your,” you hesitated before saying the word, “soulmate?”

He stopped and chuckled lightly, looking down at you. “If you don’t mind, I can show you.” Before you could ask what he meant by that, he had released your arm and was removing his coat. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn’t protest. In fact, you gently took his coat from him, to which he smiled and presented his arm to you. After gently rolling up the sleeve, you saw the words Pardon me, sir, written across his forearm. You stared at them, recalling the encounter that took place only moments before.

“I still don’t understand…” You began slowly. 

“Do you know how many times these words have been spoken to me in my lifetime?” 

You blushed, feeling silly that you didn’t catch on before. “Many times, I’m sure.” 

He hummed in agreement, rolling his sleeve back down. “The very first time, I was sixteen, and I was positive I had found my soulmate.” He shook his head. “Her arm, however, didn’t bear my reply. To which she was lucky. “It’s you!” would’ve been terribly embarrassing to have tattooed on your skin for your whole life.” You laughed openly as you held out his coat which he slipped back onto his shoulders. “From that day on, whenever those words were said to me, I never reacted. I would simply answer them and watch.”

“Watch for…?” 

“The look on your face when I replied? That was what I was looking for.” Your face grew hot as you remembered how awkward you had been, unable to even form words.

George chuckled and you noted how much you liked the sound of his laughter. “I hope I am not being too forward,” he started.

“Yes?” You encouraged. 

He took your hands (his were very large by comparison). “May I kiss you?” He asked. There was no longer a smile on his face as he stared down at you. He’s nervous, you realized.

Instead of answering him, you leaned up on your toes and gently pressed your lips to his, to which he responded animatedly. His hands left yours and one found a place on your waist, the other on the small of your back. 

When you pulled away you were breathless. He gave you a lopsided grin. “I’m glad it was you,” he said softly.

And you couldn’t help but agree.

anonymous asked:

Aomg Gray and Jay fic where ur grays girl and u always catching him staring at other girls tiddies making u yourself feel insecure cause small ones right here and Jay just out here to show u small tiddies r important and cute too with a side of jealous gray too praising, daddy kink, spanking some dirty talk just fuck me up

Thank you to @silhouetted-beauty for helping me brainstorm this out<3 that’s my sis ya’ll check her out. 

Itty-Bitty-Tiddy-Committee:

The music blared through the speakers as you danced around in the little spot that you had in the audience close to the front of the stage. You were in the pit area, looking up as your boyfriend Gray performed the last few numbers to his set. You had come out to support your man loving all of AOMG but your baby was looking damn fine in his white skinny jeans and half button black shirt. You saw him wink to you and give you as much fan service as he could before he had to play along with the rest of the crowd. You had dressed up in shorts and a custom-made shirt with his name on it. No one knew about you but you didn’t care because he and you knew what was up that’s all that mattered. When the concert was over, you lined up with the rest of your section waiting for the photo op to happen with the idols. You had been nervous to have some type of skinship with Gray so that you could lie like it was just a photo and post it on your IG but you knew what that really was. You were bouncing in your spot, the excitement written all over your face as the line inched closer, but slowly that excitement was beginning to be replaced by sadness. Your eyes watched as Gray scoped out many of his fans from head to chest, making it obvious where his mind was.

“Do you see how he checked her out? I hope he looks at me the same!” You heard some fans giggle behind you and you felt your body become flush with anger. You felt stupid, and betrayed. He asked you to keep the relationship a secret for what?! So that he could freely check out other girls? Well then, be that way. You looked down at your chest, your eyes dampening a bit as you saw almost nothing there, you willed yourself not to cry as the line pushed out and it was your turn up with a few other girls. You put on your best fake smile and walked on stage, everyone expected you to go towards Gray because AOMG knew you were his girl and the fans saw your shirt, instead you past him up going straight for Jay. Your arms wrapped around Jay’s waist holding him close to yourself you rested your head on his shoulder. Though he was shocked he wrapped one arm around your waist smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked softly stroking your waist with his fingertips.

“Not really but it’s stupid.” You sighed softly knowing Jay would want to pull from you what you were feeling.

“Nothing you say or do is stupid Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jay asked but you didn’t answer, looking at the people get ready to take another picture. Unconsciously, your eyes roamed down to your breast before you looked around at the other women and their curves.

“Oh.. I see.” Jay hummed moving his hand up to cup your small breast and you slapped his hand.

“JAY!” You squealed, he chuckled hugging you closer. He looked down at you kissing your forehead.

“Did Gray check out other girls again?” He asked remembering your countless arguments when the male did wrong.

“No, it’s just that. I don’t go around looking at how big guys dick are in front of him so I feel that he should at least respect me. I know we are all fans but I’m his girlfriend who had to keep hush and he keeps just. Not appreciating me.” You shrugged sighing. “Maybe we should break up? Maybe he doesn’t want this life with me and that’s fine that’s-“

“Y/N. Calm down. No one needs to break up okay? You’re taking this a bit overboard. Let’s just show him how it feels? I don’t care about breast big or small they are nice to feel in my hands, nice to suck on and play with always. I believe that Gray does feel that way, but I do want to have some fun with you, not every day I get to touch you.” Jay grinned as the cameraman called your attention.

The next few minutes passed by slowly as if time stood still. Jay was giving you all the attention that you had wanted from Gray. His hands were all over you gripping you and pulling you close as he posed for a few photos between you and him. When you were done, you were going to leave but Jay had other plans. “I want to keep her here in all the photos since she got shoved around a lot, but other beautiful woman can come and stand on my other side.”

“I bet you have a nice pussy too. I think that’s why he’s always leaving work early so that he can smash am I right?” Jay teased grabbing at your ass causing you to slap his arm and gasp, the playful remarks meaning to fluster you and make you smile as he tried to lighten you up.

Gray frowned watching the both of you. You should have been in his arms on his side because he wanted to take photos with you and be able to finally be able to post them on both of your IG’s. He thought it would be a way for him to finally confess to you in front of the whole word and all his followers. But seeing Jay all over you touching your ass and on your hips, touching on your breast and cupping your cheeks. You were a giggling mess! Responding to his touch and pressing your hand on his chest. It burned Gray up to the max to see his girl all over one of his closest friends and boss. Instead of letting himself get too mad about it he tried to ignore it until the whole things was over. As soon as you were all done, Gray walked up to you grabbing you by your hand pulling you behind him. You tried to jerk away from him frowning at how he was acting but Gray did not stop until he was pushing you against the wall, his chest to your back shutting the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing? All on Jay like that you are my girl.” Gray growled and you shook your head.

“No I’m not! You walk around all day staring at other girl’s and checking out their bodies but you don’t look at me like that! And you don’t find me attractive so why don’t you just break up with me?” You shouted looking up at him. Gray was taken aback but he didn’t let that phase him for a moment. He gripped at your shirts pulling them down his hands started to slap at your ass causing you to gasp and curse. “Why are you hitting me!”

“Because you’re foolish!” Gray shouted out digging his nails into your skin. He rubbed your reddening cheeks starting to slap your ass again. “I love you! I was going to take pictures with you today so that I could post and tell my followers about us! Your breast are fine! I love them and I adore them. Why would I even be with you if I didn’t fucking love every single thing about you?” Gray growled as he continued to slap at your ass pushing himself against you. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have worked up my interests so now we will practice self-love and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you because I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good you look and daydream about this pussy all day.” Gray kneaded your ass cheeks spreading him apart as he watched you. You whimpered slightly, you felt embarrassed by all of it and his words made your heart feel happy.

“Say that you love your breast.” Gray commanded gripping at your hips rolling against you.

“I- I love my breast.” You muttered softly, your hands pressing against the wall. Your pushed your hips back wanting to feel more of the slaps as he made you chant out that you loved your body until your ass cheeks were blistering red and becoming numb.

“Whose girl are you?” He asked softly slapping your ass watching as your legs bucked.

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry and ruin your makeup.

“Good girl.” Gray said softly, unzipping his pants he rubbed his dick against your red ass cheeks, only pushing your panties to the side a little bit for your entrance he slammed into you. You gasped out, arching your back as he pulled you away from the wall some more kicking your legs a bit wider with his feet he started to slam into you slowly, filling you up to the brim as he pounded away into your insides.

“Fuck this little tight pretty pink pussy always wraps around my dick. You should know how much I love being deep inside of you.” Gray husked out his hands moving up your body up your chest until he was pulling your bra down to grab onto your small breast rolling his fingers against your nipples pulling on them as he continued to snap his hips forward brushing against your spot. Having to fuck you quickly because he didn’t want you to both get caught and he had to take off his concert attire. He let his dick brush deep inside of your silk walls, stretching you out and making sure to leave no spot untouched. Your head rolled back as you moaned his name your sensitive breast throbbing for him to give even more attention and he kept his hands there his balls slapping against your wet pussy as he groaned and moaned for you.

“I’m close Gray.” You whimpered slightly shutting your eyes, he nodded his head biting his lip.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel your walls all tight around sucking me in. I want to feel your cum.” He moaned bending down to kiss up your back licking on your neck sucking on a spot besides your ear. In a few more thrusts you were cumming and tightening up around his member, letting him continue to pound you deeply until he was spilling his cum inside of you painting your insides white. You took deep breaths as he held onto you before a knock on the door made you both jump.

“Uhm Gray.. You might want to get your official statement for the press ready.. Your mic is still on. But as always so glad you two made up!” Jay said as he walked away from the room leaving both you and Gray embarrassed and coming down from a post orgasm together.

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Hi! Could you please do a no. 10 for SuperCat? Thanks and happy new year!

(The happy new year just showcases that it’s been 84 years since I last posted anything but I thought I’d try seeing if I could still make the words do the Thing I am sorry this took so long).

10. “I just want this.”

& bonus 19. “Come home with me.”

It starts with a messy kiss on Cat’s balcony, as Supergirl tells her goodbye and wishes her luck on her latest adventure.

They’re stood close together, arms pressed against one another as they both gaze out at the city, and Cat can’t help but revel in being so close to the woman that has come to mean so much to her over the past few months.

Kara might think that Cat is only interested in the Supergirl side of her, but that is far from the truth – and Cat would tell her so, if only Kara would tell her the truth. But her final fishing attempt had been brushed off with a soft smile and an amused laugh, and Cat isn’t going to push it any further.

If Kara wants to keep up the charade, then so be it.

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Red Jamie and the White Lady AU - Part 1

Well, this is the random plot bunny I had earlier today. I really have NO idea where this is going. I’m really intrigued by it though, so we’ll all have to wait and see I suppose. Tell me if you think I should continue on with this or just let it die. Not sure how many parts it should/will have. 

I don’t think I’ve ever written anything with Geillis in it before, so I’m not sure how well it works. Let me know what y’all think!!


Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was a practical woman - belief in fairy tales, knights in shining armor, and love everlasting just didn’t have a place in her life. Geillis Duncan, her best friend and roommate, was the complete opposite. Claire often wondered to herself how they’d become friends, with so little in common.

“I don’t believe you,” Geillis said one night, tossing her thick, blonde hair over one shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me. That has no bearing on the truth.”

Geillis’ green eyes rolled hard and she finished her glass of whiskey.

“How can you not believe in true love?”

“Because it doesn’t exist! Love is just a chemical reaction between two people who find each other visually appealing. Nothing more.”

“You mean to tell me,” Geillis said, sitting forward in her seat. “That you don’t believe your parents didn’t love each other?”

The blood drained from Claire’s naturally pale face.

“That was low and you know it.”

“Just because it still hurts doesn’t mean you should avoid it. They loved each other, didn’t they?”

“I wouldn’t know. I was too young when they both died. You know that, Geillis. Why would you bring it up?”

Her best friend, and often best source of irritation, stared at her curiously.

“There’s something about you, Claire. Always has been. Like you belong somewhere else.”

Claire grabbed Geillis’ bottle of her favorite whiskey and looked at it dramatically.

“Exactly how much was in this when you started drinking?”

“I’m not drunk! But I believe you are the product of true love, and that’s a rare thing. EVEN IF,” she said loudly to interrupt Claire’s protest. “You don’t believe in it, I do. And true love is the most powerful magic in the universe.”

With a sigh, she put the cap back on the whiskey and took her empty glass to the kitchen. They’d had this discussion before, at least a hundred times. But Claire was a practical woman. True love wasn’t practical or useful.

A small part of her, and she’d never admit this to Geillis, also believed no man had yet been worthy of her love - had she any to give. Even the one she was currently seeing was a calculated choice, not an infatuation. Frank was smart, had a successful career as a university professor, and had a good future. Herself newly finished with her medical training, she saw a comfortable future with Frank. Perhaps a child or two, once they got married. He was the practical choice, a good match of intellect and physical attraction. What else was there to look for in a man?

“You talk like you’ve felt this elusive true love before.”

“And what if I have?” Geillis asked from the depths of her room. “Would that change anything for you?”

“I can count on one fist the number of men you’ve loved, Geillis Duncan. We’ve been friends far too long for you to get away with that.”

Geillis returned to the front room dressed in her favorite baggy shirt and trousers, ready for their weekly film date.

“You cannot!”

Claire held up a fist and tried to count her fingers.

“That’s… None. Geillis, you’ve never been in love with anyone.”

“That is not true! I fall in love all the time! I LOVE love!”

“Nooo,” Claire said slowly, walking down to her own room. “You fall in lust. You bring him home, shag the hell out of him, and send him packing before the sheets have cooled.”

As she, too, dressed in her sleeping outfit, she heard Geillis snort.

“Just because I fall in love all the time doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”

“I long for the day,” Claire said, emerging as Geillis put a DVD into the player. “When you finally meet the man you’re just meant to be with. We’ll see what you say then.”

Those too-green eyes lit and glinted at her.

“You said when. Not if. When. As if you believe it could happen…”

“It could happen to you, perhaps. Not to me. I don’t have any use for those sorts of things.”

Geillis hit play on the DVD remote, but turned to face Claire on their small couch.

“What if I could prove it.”

“Hush, Geillis. The film is starting.”

After making a sound of irritation, she paused the movie and waited for Claire to look at her.

“So? What if I could prove it?”

“You can’t.”

“But if I could?”

Claire shrugged, at a loss. She had no idea what it was Geillis was getting at.

“What if you could? What do you want?”

“I want you to fall in love. That reckless, all-consuming passion. You can’t expect me to believe that beanpole you’re seeing is a good lover.”

Claire’s face, always too easy to read and too pale, flushed deep red. Geillis smiled, smelling victory.

“I’ll have you know Frank is an excellent lover. NOT that it’s any of your business.”

“Would you leave Frank if you knew there was something better out there, waiting for you? If I could prove to you that true love does exist?”

With a sigh, Claire knew they’d never get this movie properly started while Geillis was fixated on something.

If, and that’s a very BIG if, you could prove to me, without a doubt, that true love exists and I have some bloody soul mate waiting for me out there, yes. I’d leave Frank.”

A triumphant smile came to Geillis’ lips and she settled back in her seat, smug. There was no way in hell Claire would leave Frank, though. But she knew Geillis well enough by now to know that the only way to get her to stop was to give her what she wanted.

“Good. Because we’ve an appointment with a powerful psychic tomorrow.”

Claire barely contained her moan of irritation. This wouldn’t be the first time, or the last, that Geillis had dragged her to some psychic’s shop to have her palms read. The only benefit from those trips came in the form of Geillis paying for both their sessions and taking her out to lunch after.

“Besides,” Geillis said, hitting ‘play’ on the remote again. “It’s not as if Frank’s even proposed yet.”

***

Grudgingly, Claire followed her crazy best friend into a very ordinary looking shop. There were no signs or posters anywhere advertizing it as a psychic’s place of business. It didn’t really look like a shop at all, really. Claire was beginning to wonder if Geillis had set her up on a blind date. Again.

“Geillis, if you’ve-”

She stopped suddenly when she saw a large figure looming in a doorway.

“Morning, ladies. I take it you’re my first appointments?”

“Yes,” Geillis said, popping up from nowhere. “We are. I’m-”

“Please,” his deep, strong voice came. “Don’t tell me anything. It taints the reading.”

He stepped out from the shadows and Claire looked up to meet his eyes. They were a curious shade of blue, seemingly shifting in hue as she looked at them. The hair on his head was short and bright red, with a hint of a curl at the very tips. His eyes narrowed as he looked her over.

“I’ll see you first,” he announced abruptly.

Claire was about to protest and insist that Geillis had the first appointment, but he didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead, he turned and strode off into a back room, clearly expecting Claire to follow.

“Geillis you owe me,” she hissed as she rushed after him.

“Tell me everything!” Geillis called back.

The room was nothing like she expected. No crystal balls on a red velvet tablecloth, no candles or incense burning, no dim lighting or macabre art on the walls. It was quite simply, a plain sitting room. A small table had a teapot and settings for two, biscuits, and two large, comfortable looking chairs.

“Would you like some tea, Miss Beauchamp?”

Her mouth fell open, staring up at him.

“Did-”

“No,” he interrupted. “Geillis didn’t tell me anything about you. I’m not even the one that makes appointments.”

“So what are-”

She cut herself off when he offered her a cup of tea.

“You think I’m a fraud.”

Hiding her face behind the elegant cup, she tried to come up with an answer.

“That wasn’t a question, Miss Beauchamp, but a statement of fact.”

“Oh.”

“Not your first time visiting a psychic then?”

Claire’s eyes rolled.

“No.”

She was in the habit of giving out as little information as possible. That was how the others had worked, sucking information out of you until they could lie enough to convince you to believe it.

“I’m Jamie Fraser. When you’ve finished with your tea, I’ll read the leaves.”

“No crystal balls or seance?”

He shot her a wicked grin and shook his head.

“Well we’re not here to call up the dead, are we? I was given to understand you’re looking for your soulmate.”

Yet again, her mouth fell open.

“I… How did-”

“I’m very good at reading people, Miss Beauchamp. And you are quite an easy read, more so than most.”

“How in the hell do you always know what I’m about to say?!”

“Everything you think is written across your face, plain as day. As for the other things, well… Let’s just call it a family trait. My sister also has the Sight, though not as strong as mine. Her children will likely not inherit the gift, though it could still happen. How about we take a look at those leaves, hm?”

Handing the cup over, Claire fell silent and waited. Jamie got up and pulled an old book from a table in one corner, flipping through it for reference. His brows drew down in puzzlement.

“So tell me, oh seer. Am I to meet a tall, dark stranger and go on an adventure?”

“I’ve never seen leaves like this before,” he said absently, still staring at the table. “No’ in my whole life.”

She blinked in shock at the slip of an accent. Was he not an Englishman?

“I’d like to read your palm, if you don’t mind,” he said, sitting up suddenly. “It’ll be a part of your appointment. Won’t charge extra.”

“Oh, um… Alright?”

Holding her hands out, palm up, she offered them to him. He leaned over them, tracing the lines in her skin.

“This is quite unusual indeed.”

“What is?”

“I’ve never seen a lifeline forked like this. As if you’ve a big choice to make. Neither will lead to destruction, but one is clearly the better of the other.”

“Which one? What sort of choice?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer those. But I can see you’ve a strong will. Always a good thing in a woman.”

His large fingers still traced her hand, warm against hers.

“Miss Beauchamp, would you mind returning later in the week for another reading? I’ve a few things I’d like to research and ask some experts about. You’re quite a mystery and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”

“I don’t think-”

“Please?”

Meeting those unusually blue eyes, she watched them shift and change.

“Al-alright.”

“Thank you. I’m afraid I’ve taken up yours and Geillis’ appointments and my next client will be here soon.”

Claire sighed.

“Something tells me Geillis won’t mind.”

“Have a lovely day, Miss Beauchamp.”

***

As soon as the women had left the house, Jamie slipped to the back and went up the stairs. He lived on the floor above where he met clients. Most were what anyone would expect, people seeking to remove the veil of mystery from the future. Few came looking for real answers and fewer still came and didn’t believe any of it.

But this Claire Beauchamp… He was sure they’d never met before, and yet he knew her. Knew her face, the way her tawny eyes evaluated the words he spoke. Somewhere in his mind, he knew the taste of her full lips, knew the feel of her body beneath his. He knew the sounds she made in the throes of passion, or her grunt of irritation when something didn’t work the way she hoped.

There was no other appointment after Geillis and Claire, that had been a lie. But he needed to check something, just to be sure. Throwing open the door to his library, he went straight for a shelf he’d scarcely looked at in five years.

Each leatherbound book had a date on the side. They were his dream journals, or the dreams he was sure had been visions. He hadn’t had a dream like that in some time, not since his father’s passing, but he had a niggling feeling.

Closing his eyes, he opened the book and began turning the pages without looking. He suddenly stopped, feeling that he’d reached the right place. When he looked down, his heart began to beat erratically.

Sketched on one entire page was the woman he’d just met with. Her gaze was piercing, even in a sketch, and he felt as if she was looking right at him. The dark, curling hair was wild around her, not fully contained on the page. Her lips curved with the hint of a smile, like she knew something he didn’t.

Hastily, he turned the page. Only a short passage was written on the back.

I must find her. I have dreamt of her every night for a month, in flashes. I do not know her, but I know she is my very soul. She is the only person I might love. For the White Lady born of True Love could be the only match for Red Jamie. I. Must. Find. Her.


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Fights and Cries - Request

Requested by anon: - Can you make a fic where the reader and Sherlock argue so the reader leaves Baker Street for a while. While she’s gone Sherlock is having flashbacks of her and their time together. He puts his emotions into composing a song for her on his violin to play it when she returns. With just a lot of fluff please!!
& anon: Could you do something where you call Sherlock a freak in the heat of an argument and he’s really hurt by it :( because you’re the only one who never called him that (John also, but for dramatic purposes yanno)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1.776

Warnings: Sad Sherlock, Sad (Y/N).

A/N: I have never written the words “I love you” so many times in one fanfic before this… Also, I’m soooo tired right now that there are probably loads of mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

How foolish had he been by acting like that, by talking to her like that. She had been the only person ever not to call him like that, the only person in the world to understand him and now that was over.

She had called him a freak, and she had done so because he had called her a lot of things he wouldn’t dare to repeat out loud ever again. It was in the heat of an argument, a very silly argument – but Sherlock always took such things seriously.

It was a dumb argument. Sherlock didn’t even remember why it started, but he knew that it escalated slowly until it exploded and she left. She had stomped out the room furiously, shutting the door and running down the rainy street without caring to grab an umbrella first.

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1. Are looks important in a relationship?
2. Are relationships ever worth it?
3. Are you a virgin?
4. Are you in a relationship?
5. Are you in love?
6. Are you single this year?
7. Can you commit to one person?
8. Describe your crush
9. Describe your perfect mate
10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
11. Do you ever want to get married?
12. Do you forgive betrayal?
13. Do you get jealous easily?
14. Do you have a crush on anyone?
15. Do you have any piercings?
16. Do you have any tattoos?
17. Do you like kissing in public?
20. Do you shower every day?
21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?
26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
28. Have you ever been cheated on?
29. Have you ever cheated on someone?
30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?
31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?
33. Have you ever had sex with a man?
34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?
35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?
41. Have you had sex so far this year?
42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?
43. How long was your longest relationship?
44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
45. How many people did you kiss in 2012?
46. How many times did you have sex last year?
47. How old are you?
48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?
50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?
53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
54. Is there someone you will never forget?
55. Share a relationship story.
56. State 8 facts about your body
57. Things you want to say to an ex
58. What are five ways to win your heart?
59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)
60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?
61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?
62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
63. What is your definition of “having sex”?
64. What is your definition of cheating?
65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?
66. What is your favourite roleplay?
67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
68. What is your sexual orientation?
69. What turns you off?
70. What turns you on?
71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?
72. What words do you like to hear during sex?
73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?
77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
78. What’s your dirtiest secret?
79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?
80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
81. Who are five people you find attractive?
82. Who is the last person you hugged?
83. Who was your first kiss with?
84. Why did your last relationship fail?
85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?