how time passes!

Alone, Until I Get Home (Ch. 10 SNEAK PEAK #1)

A/N: Okay, so I have the chapter in what I like to call my “just needs final edits” phase, only it usually takes me HOURS to get it from there to “DONE”. I’m currently in Champaign, heading up to Chicago to visit my family for a few days before we all head off to the Smokies for a grand festival of fools (aka, family vacation). I’m really, really hoping I can get a few hours in before Sunday to work on edits, and hopefully have Chapter 10 finished and posted before we leave for the Smokies, otherwise I won’t be able to work on it again until after I get to Boston. Sorry for the delay (I think it’s a delay…I have summer brain so I can’t remember how much time has passed since I last updated) and I’ll try to have the next chapter posted ASAP!

Also, I have another sneak peak cued up for later this evening! :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi Jamie! I have a question, How much time did it pass between when you find out that you were trans and when you came out? I hope it makes sense, sorry about my English, I'm a latin trans guy. Btw, I love your videos!!!

Hey, makes perfect sense! 

I think it was roughly 6-8 months between realising I was trans and coming out, but I can’t remember exactly. Take things at your own pace though, it’s fine to come out immediately and it’s also fine to wait however long you need to. 

Thank you! :) 

anonymous asked:

So now that doomfist is in the mix, how is it going to work in your timeline?

well I left things pretty nebulous basically via emphasizing, “They have a lot of missions. Oh god there’s so many missions. They have to fight all the time.” and a part of that is a reflection on the game itself, that you’re just playing match after match after match after match, but it’s also a reflection on the fast-and-loose style of the canon. You’ll notice I don’t really state how much time passes between different prompts, (and in the case of the Soldier/Widowmaker and McCree/Sombra fics, some of them are occurring simultaneously) and the time span can range from as little as the next day, to a few days, to weeks, etc. and I’ve done that largely for the sake of future instances where new heroes and characters are introduced—I’d have to work them into other character’s stories, so it’s best not to get too specific when there are so many unanswered questions within canon.

 I’ve figured, if only for the sake of balance, that other Talon characters would have to be introduced eventually, and since I’m basically writing these prompts not in chronological order but by literal askbox prompt, that gives me some flexibility on sort of… making little narrative chunks and fitting them into the chronology. Like I’m updating my chronological masterpost all the time, but if you’ll notice, I’m not continuing it but rather… fitting stuff in like “Oh this can go here” and “This can go after this.” Like I can probably fit in a number of Doomfist-related stuff before Symmetra’s leaving Vishkar, before Hanzo joins the team, and before Widowmaker and Sombra’s defection, and I can probably make those fics mention and relate and bounce off each other so they still maintain a sensible chronology. It’s not really this precise saga that can easily be thrown off by the slightest introduction of new canon, but rather a relatively vague very long-spanding narrative with plenty of wiggle room. 

I assume Doomfist’s breakout had to happen recently, but I think it occurred before the Volskaya incident, probably in the midst of the early stages of Winston’s recall, which is good because I left a lot of gaps in that section of the continuity so there’s plenty of room for Talon shenanigans. 

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My friend @missyzero and I were talking about what Shadow’s damage might be in Sonic Forces and she was like “watch it be a Shadow bot and real Shadow was washing his bike somewhere.”

For some reason I thought that was funny and decided to draw it!

Alone, Until I Get Home (Ch. 10 SNEAK PEAK #2)

A/N: Okay, so I have the chapter in what I like to call my “just needs final edits” phase, only it usually takes me HOURS to get it from there to “DONE”. I’m currently in Champaign, heading up to Chicago to visit my family for a few days before we all head off to the Smokies for a grand festival of fools (aka, family vacation). I’m really, really hoping I can get a few hours in before Sunday to work on edits, and hopefully have Chapter 10 finished and posted before we leave for the Smokies, otherwise I won’t be able to work on it again until after I get to Boston. Sorry for the delay (I think it’s a delay…I have summer brain so I can’t remember how much time has passed since I last updated) and I’ll try to have the next chapter posted ASAP!

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And Jaspers never break their promises! 💖

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Same … I am still not over Wings 

anonymous asked:

Do you still remember Faberry?

Do I still remember Faberry?

Anon, I know you’re playing but this might be the most offensive thing anybody has ever sent me in a tumblr ask.

I remember Faberry.

I remember they weren’t friends.

I remember when Rachel first reached out to Quinn, encouraging her to come back to Glee, that she would need friends who could relate.

I remember the time Rachel organised the Glee Club to sing Keep Holding On for Quinn.

I remember when Rachel came to apologise to Quinn about telling Finn who the real father was, and Quinn not being mad.

I remember Quinn drawing a picture of Rachel in her notebook with a million hearts around it.

I remember Quinn was there when Rachel discovered that Shelby was her birth mother.

I remember that Quinn would later give up her daughter Beth to Shelby.

I remember when Quinn put herself out there in a rather humiliating way, which Quinn Fabray has never done ever, when she asked out Finn to check how true his feelings were for Rachel. 

I remember when they first held hands during Dog Days Are Over.

I remember Hey Girlfriend!

I remember how the story plays out and with tears in her eyes, Quinn telling Rachel she didn’t belong here and that she can’t hate her for helping to send her on her way.

I remember Quinn telling Rachel she couldn’t write a good song if she keeps looking for that happy ending, and that she is never gonna get it right.

I remember Get It Right being the song that wins them Regionals.

I remember Pretty/Unpretty being their duet. And how they only had one. And in some way they only ever needed one because it is the single best duet the show ever did.

I remember the light green ribbon wrapped around it to match her eyes.

I remember the slap.

I remember the immediate horror on Quinn’s face.

I remember Quinn opening up to Rachel and telling her her biggest fear.

I remember Rachel telling Quinn that she’s a very pretty girl, prettiest girl she’s ever met, but she’s a lot more than that.

I remember Quinn letting Rachel wipe away her tears.

I remember Quinn dyeing her hair pink and how Rachel told her she was sorry that she was so sad. That she missed seeing her in Glee club. That they’re a family and this is their year to get it right.

I remember that possessive hold during I Kissed A Girl.

I remember Quinn spilling her plan to get Shelby fired to Rachel. 

I remember Rachel chasing Quinn down the hallway.

I remember when Quinn thanked Rachel for stopping her from doing something she would have regretted her entire life. 

I remember kind of.

I remember Rachel telling Quinn that she is a lot better than she knows.

I remember Rachel going to Quinn for advice on Finn’s proposal.

I remember Quinn saying she can’t.

I remember Rachel being the first person Quinn tells about getting into Yale.

I remember their first hug.

I remember Quinn telling Rachel that she has an amazing life ahead of her and if she really wants to be happy she’s going to have to say goodbye to Finn.

I remember Quinn standing up in front of Glee Club, talking about how she was the only one standing in the way of herself, that you can’t change your past but you can let go and start your future. And that all of that was directly said to Rachel.

I remember Quinn holding Rachel’s hand like a lady while being serenaded on Valentine’s Day.

I remember the look on Quinn’s face when Rachel announces that her and Finn would be getting married after Regionals.

I remember when Quinn wasn’t going to stand around and watch Rachel ruin her life by marrying Finn Hudson.

I remember Quinn asking Rachel when she was singing that song, she was singing it to Finn and only Finn, right? With tears in her eyes.

I remember Quinn setting aside her own personal feelings about Rachel’s decision to get married and deciding to support her instead.

I remember their second hug.

I remember Rachel making a room full of her closest friends and family wait because she didn’t want to get married without Quinn.

I remember ON MY WAY.

I remember Rachel not being able to stop thinking about Quinn.

I remember Rachel breaking down in front of everyone else and interrupting to tell Quinn she was so sorry.

I remember their third hug.

I remember do you not understand what you mean to me?

I remember Quinn being everything that Rachel wanted to be.

I remember that Rachel sees the new Quinn, the still-beautiful, but humbled and inspiring Quinn.

I remember when Rachel looks back on her high school career the one thing, the one accomplishment that she’s going to be so proud of is that she found a way to be Quinn’s friend.

I remember that Quinn first started talking about being prom queen in episode 2 of Glee, and that it’s all she ever wanted.

I remember that Quinn won.

I remember that Quinn rigged the votes.

I remember that Quinn chose Rachel as prom queen.

I remember the smile on Quinn’s face when it was announced that Rachel won.

I remember Quinn talking about change being so good because if they hadn’t changed they would’ve never been friends.

I remember Quinn bought Rachel a Metro North Pass from New York to New Haven, and one for herself, so she could make sure they stay in touch.

I remember their fourth hug.

I remember Quinn’s smile as Rachel arrived at the station to leave for New York, being so proud that Rachel finally got it right.

I remember the hundreds of gifs I’ve made.

I remember the thousands of words I’ve written.

I remember Rachel and Quinn as being the love story of Glee. 

Frost (a langst mini fic )

I don’t really know how to describe this AU besides the fact that lance has ice powers and its a bit short ( @moppingleshitoutofyou ) hope you guys like it!

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At first, Lance had thought they were beautiful. He wasn’t exactly sure when they got there or even how they got there, all he knew was that they were lovely.

 The first time he noticed them was when he was changing out of his pajamas and saw a sprinkle of blue gracing his stomach in the mirror. Amazed, he had glanced down and stare at the light blue freckles that dusted his stomach, like a sky full of stars. He remembered how they seemed to glint under the soft lighting in his room like jewels. 

He also remembered the pain that came soon afterwards. 

As soon as his fingertips touched the marks, they began to glow harshly and that was when the stinging began. It felt as if someone was stabbing him with a million thumbtacks, which was not a fun feeling. Yelping, Lance immediately stopped touching his stomach, dulling the sting of the marks. For a second Lance thought he was still asleep because when did freckles stab you? He was pretty sure that was not normal. 

“Paladins! You are needed in the control room, immediately! I repeat, you are needed in the control room immediately!” 

Sparing one last look at the blue marks on his skin, Lance quickly pushed away thoughts on the freckles and focused on the task at hand, getting his paladin gear on in two seconds. After all, it was just a little pain right? And it wasn’t like his hand was going to be on his stomach anyway, so what’s the problem?


It only took a week for the freckles to span across his entire abdomen. Which presented a problem as they team didn’t exactly have time to deal with the marks, especially with the big diplomatic mission they were embarking on soon. Not like the marks cared, they just seemed to cause more trouble. 

Ever since he first noticed them, there’s always been this dull sting in the back of his mind, just barely noticeable but always there. Not only that, Lance seemed to be… freezing things now? Of course he wasn’t turning anything to solid ice but if his hand lingered to long in a certain area, tendrils of frost would begin to dance across the surface (The first time that happened freaked him out just a tad). The freckles also began to glow more often, mostly at random times. He would just be chilling on the couch and BAM, his chest was now a light up display (yet another thing that freaked him out). 

The logical decision would be to tell the team, but how could he? Sure the diplomatic mission was a huge deal, but that wasn’t the only reason Lance wasn’t coming clean about the strange things that were happening. This was his chance to prove his worth to his team, that he was more than just Lance-the-jokester or Lance-the-screwup. That he was worthy of being the Blue Paladin and of Blue herself. 

He could live with a little pain and some weird ice magic if it meant he finally had a thing.  


It took a matter of days before the freckles spread to his arms, stopping a few inches short of his wrists. They were currently on the planet Eyena, a relatively peaceful planet that were known for their mines and the valuable ores within them. Lance couldn’t mess up this meeting, this alliance with a species that could help the team immensely. He wasn’t that selfish. 

It wasn’t like the marks would listen to him though. The pain only worsened and suddenly everything he touched with his hands froze. He was forced to wear gloves constantly to hide the power he now had, the delicate loops of blue that now covered them. The pain was constant and even Blue began to worry at this point. However, Lance put up his brave face and pushed through it all, the pain, the ache, the emptiness…


It felt like only hours before Lance could feel the chill of ice spreading across his body, practically crawling up his throat. There was a ringing in his ears now and he somehow managed to freeze the gloves he wore as well. The only good thing was that the meetings were almost over and soon Lance could be back on the castle, away from prying eyes to finally fix whatever was happening. 

Until then, he nodded along with whatever one of the Eyenians were saying, playing his part as the Blue Paladin and knowing he was slowly, finally becoming worthy of actually being the Blue Paladin. 

How minutes had flown by? Lance couldn’t recall what had happened in the past few moments, as he was now in his room back at the castle. It had only been a few minutes right? Lance could feel his breath quickening as he glanced wildly around, how did he get here in just a few minutes? The room seemed to grow colder with each sharp intake he took, the bed beginning to freeze beneath him. Had it been more than just a few minutes? The ringing was now a roaring storm in his ears. It couldn’t have been than just a few? Lance could feel his hands shaking, the marks glowing a bright blue as the ice spread farther, faster around the room. It had been just a few minutes. Maybe two or three? Lance felt like tearing his hair out, he felt so confused at the moment, so out of place, out of time. 

Was it only seconds now? How many seconds had flown by? He knew his room wasn’t always this cold and shiny, and it certainly hadn’t been a second ago. The marks burned harshly, and was that someone calling his name? It couldn’t have been. Because only a second ago he had been fine, he is fine, is he fine?

Hands That do no Harm

Teruki Hanazawa is a bright and promising young man.

The defense needs everyone to know this.

He is a straight-A student, and a prized soccer player, and a beloved classmate, and a respected pupil. He is proper, and demure, and kind, and those words are easy enough to believe when strung around the quiet, stiff, handsome boy sitting beside his lawyer. Teruki has his hands clasped in his lap, and he wears a dark gray suit just the right amount of stark, and solemn, and remorseful, and dashing. There’s a seam in his hairline where the color transitions to something just a bit wrong—unnoticeable from a distance—but otherwise recreates his carefully-trimmed cut. It’s an object of pity, the jury has been informed. It’s the place where this proper and respectful and kind boy had been humiliatingly shorn by the deceased.

And everything after that wasn’t Teruki Hanazawa’s fault.

His mother is a beautiful dark haired woman, and her eyeliner refuses to smudge when tears drip to her cheeks. She wipes them away with the edge of an opal-lacquered nail, and she delivers her three-minute summary of her son. He is mature beyond everyone his age, and he lives alone in an apartment near his school so that he can better focus on his studies. He cleans his home, and he cooks for himself, and he makes his own bed, and he buys his own clothes. It’s a beautiful and sad picture of this child all alone, shoulders straight and back as he bears a weight no fourteen year old should. Some of the jury want to be angry with the boys’ parents for allowing this to happen, but they cannot tack that anger onto the beautiful pitiable woman crying at the stand, wearing a dress just the right amounts of stark, and solemn, and remorseful, and stunning…

His lawyer speaks next. His hands move endlessly, cutting through the air and slashing out and painting the scene like the climax of a Shakespearean tragedy. His tongue lingers on the description of the boys—those other boys—those delinquents who are not straight-A students, nor star soccer players, nor beloved pupils. They are not tragically beautiful young men in stark gray suits sitting through the worst moments of their lives. They are rough and crude and violent and scarcely human by the end of the lawyer’s rant. They dragged Teruki Hanazawa down. They forced his hand. Those cowardly brutes brought Shigeo Kageyama to Black Vinegar Middle School on that gray Tuesday afternoon, and the rest of what happened was fate.

The prosecution’s lawyer cannot speak with his hands. He is stiff in a suit which fits only in half the places. The jury doesn’t hang on his words because they are not musical, and they are not Shakespeare, and his character is nowhere near the figure that Teruki Hanazawa cuts. His character, this Shigeo Kageyama, was not a straight-A student, nor a soccer player, nor a beloved classmate. As best the jury can tell by the way the lawyer scrapes the bottom for facts about Shigeo, the boy was almost nothing at all.

It is the third day of the trial when Teruki himself is brought to the stand. He is everything the jury expects of him at this point: well-spoken, respectful, and infected with a sadness that seems to run to his very core. He had not meant to. He had not wanted to. He would take it back if he could—if only he could. And he falls silent when his lawyer brings up scholarships to the most renowned high schools, and aspirations for the most revered colleges, and plans even higher as a genius like him ought to have. The lawyer ends on a note, a simple musing, wondering if it is fair to destroy Teruki Hanazawa’s future before it exists.

The prosecution tries. They try to explain that Shigeo Kageyama’s future was already destroyed for him. But no one knows what future Shigeo Kageyama had.

The jury deliberates for 45 minutes.

Teruki Hanazawa is found not guilty.

There’s an upward quirk to his lawyer’s lip when the verdict is announced. Teruki’s mother clasps her hands, and more perfect tears run the length of her cheek. There is no clear change in Teruki’s expression. In the photos taken immediately after, he seems almost as if he hadn’t heard.

Reporters come with questions. They offer their hands first for him to shake, and he grasps each of them firm. They compliment him on having such a sure, solid handshake at his age, as if they are impressed, as if the strong, firm, unrelenting grip of Teruki Hanazawa’s hands had never done any harm.

Sebastian Stan has a frankly uncanny ability to know when I’ve spent any significant amount of time focused on someone else and that’s always when he shows back up to remind me to stay Loyal