i am riled up

Here’s the thing about the new canon.

Essentially they want us to watch the Original Trilogy, completely invested in the fact that our heroes will triumph, and then they want us to watch The Force Awakens and just be totally OK with the fact that everything we were just presented with over the course of three films is out the window.

They want Star Wars fans to spend several hours watching Han and Leia’s love story, watching them fight for each other, overcome personal obstacles to be together, make incredible sacrifices for each other–they want us to spend ESB and ROTJ rooting for them, want us to watch Han hold her close as they both smile at the end of the trilogy, want us to be happy and hopeful and thrilled that their true love has made it through–and then they want us to watch TFA and see that their marriage failed, and they want us to accept it.

They want us to get invested in our heroes–in Han and Luke and Leia–and desperately hope that they all make it through. They want us to be invested in their personal allegiances to one another to the point that we KNOW that Han will come back at the battle of Yavin for Luke and Leia, we KNOW that he’ll go out into freezing conditions to rescue Luke, we KNOW that he’ll run into Echo Base to rescue Leia on Hoth, we KNOW that Luke will ignore his Jedi Masters and abandon his training to go rescue Leia and Han on Bespin, we KNOW that Leia will risk her safety to go back for Luke at Cloud City, we KNOW that Luke and Leia will leave the rebellion and put themselves at risk to rescue Han, WE KNOW WE KNOW WE KNOW. The new canon wants us to sit there KNOWING ALL THESE THINGS, knowing that they are the most important damn things in the galaxy to one another, knowing that they’re family and that they love each other. They want us to know it and be invested in it and root for it–root for the strength of that bond and that loyalty and root for them all to make it through together–for all of them to triumph together. And they do!

And then TFA wants us to COMPLETELY CHANGE OUR MINDS and accept that all of that is destroyed. That bond is broken. Luke has abandoned his friends for some reason. Han has left Leia. Leia is all alone. And not only has that crucial bond just been cast aside, but their triumphs have all been undone. Empire defeated?? Welcome to Empire 2.0!!! Death Stars destroyed??? Welcome to Death Star 3.0!!!! Vader redeemed???? Welcome to Vader 2.0, and even worse, he’s your own damn son/nephew AND he kills Han!!!!!! It just takes their victory and deconstructs every single piece of it, and the only possible way that that maybe could have been tolerable would have been if AT LEAST they were still together, still true to the loyalty we knew, unstoppable and united no matter what new dangers they face, and they’re NOT. The Original Trio, the most beloved and iconic characters of all time, are just completely leveled to NOTHING. Fractured and broken up and reduced to these miserable un-versions of themselves. And the new canon wants you, as a Star Wars fan to accept this, because “Don’t worry!! We have these three shiny NEW heroes for you!!!! They’ll get a happy ending for sure!!!!” But??? What??? I don’t give a shit about their ending, what about the ending we were already supposed to have had???? The one you made me hope for for three damn movies??? The one I was lead to believe was true???? What about that ending??????

No, they decided that they were going to go back thirty years after the fact and change it.

But wait, you say, how did this happen??? How could these people at Lucasfilm who were claiming to “protect” Star Wars destroy Luke and Leia and Han like that?? How could they write a Han Solo who abandons Leia to do all the fighting all alone when there’s a fascist regime routinely trying to kill her and their son is a part of it and her brother has vanished without a trace??? How could they write a Luke who’s evidently turned his back on the galaxy–on the FAMILY–that needs him??? How could they have DESTROYED LEIA’S WHOLE LIFE????? ALL of their lives???? And for seemingly no reason!!!! They could have easily written a movie to introduce the new characters and create conflict without dismantling every single thing about our beloved trio and their dynamic. But they didn’t. They slaughtered them.

And then you listen to these people speak. And they start saying things like Leia clearly could never have been an attentive mother because she was too preoccupied with politics and her career. Han could never have been happy settling down and committing to something–not even his family–so OBVIOUSLY he left and he’s smuggling again. Han and Leia were too incompatible and could never have worked. Luke is off in EXILE because AREN’T ALL JEDI MASTERS SUPPOSED TO BE IN EXILE???????????

And you’re just. You’re floored. You’re blown away. It’s like those people didn’t even fucking WATCH Star Wars. Did they completely miss the fact that Leia’s character arc is about learning to care about things that aren’t the rebellion, and learning to rely on people–not just herself???? Did they not see how much she’s already lost–LITERALLY HER ENTIRE WORLD–and how much she had to suffer before she finally got something that was hers again? Did they not see the hell she had to go through to get it???? Did they really think she would throw that away after all that–did they think that LEIA of all people couldn’t have balanced a career and a family????


Did they not notice that Luke’s DEFINING characteristic throughout the original trilogy is his loyalty to his loved ones??? His utter refusal to let harm come to them–to give up on them?? His refusal to abandon them???? And then they want us to believe that he… abandoned them?????

So essentially the thing about the new canon is that people who don’t understand Star Wars are suddenly in charge of Star Wars, and they go back and ignore the characterization of three entire films and present us with material that is entirely contradictory of the original trilogy, and then they don’t understand why people have reacted negatively. 

And then of course you get fans screaming about how it’s REALISTIC this way.

When the fuck did you get the idea that Star Wars is supposed to be realistic??????? Star Wars is NOT about realism. It’s a Space Fairytale. An epic saga. It’s not supposed to be Game of Thrones grimdark jam in the tragedy. It was never like that for forty years. It was never presented that way. George Lucas was ADAMANT in making this point. And that’s why it resonated with so many people–that’s why it was such a success. Because it was uplifting. It was inspiring. It touched that part of our hearts where those fairytales live–where it’s possible for our heroes to go up against the forces of evil and WIN and have a happy ending. That’s why they gave Luke and Leia and Han the happy fucking ending!!!!

And the thing with the new canon is that they don’t care. They don’t care about “protecting Star Wars.” They don’t care about what Star Wars stands for. They don’t care about what George Lucas created. They care about money. They don’t want you to be invested in Han and Luke and Leia anymore. They want you to care about Finn and Rey and Poe, and apparently no one at Lucasfilm understood that they didn’t have to destroy the old characters to get people to like the new ones.

And for the record, just because the people delivering this truly appalling “new canon” horrorshow AU are Disney and Lucasfilm does NOT mean that I have to accept it all as true. They don’t understand Star Wars, they don’t care about it, they’re not its original creator, and I don’t have to accept a single thing they say.

That’s the thing about the new canon.

Tree Tattoos

Summary:  Whenever you turn 16, whatever happens to your body happens to your soulmate’s body. Connor Murphy’s soulmate loves trees and flowers, but is also suicidal and anxious. He writes reminders about how they should take their medications, and that today was going to be a good day.
He’s paired up with Evan Hansen, the boy who he tried to get away from after signing his cast, in Biology 2. He offers to hang out after school, and Evan accepts.
The sad thing is that everything flips there.
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Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide attempt, and panic attacks.

Fifteen tattoos were littered all over Connor’s body.  They were small, and he had been getting them since he was 16, and his mother wrote out a thing saying he had parent’s permission to get tattoos.  Cynthia only did that because all the drawings were soulmate markings.

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Aro/Ace Discourse™

I wasn’t even going to do an Aro/Ace Discourse Post™ because it didn’t seem like my thoughts would be appreciated. But you know what? I’m annoyed!! I am pissed off!! Y’all have got me riled up!!

So the main issue seems to be whether or not aro/ace people are inherently LGBT+. I didn’t realise that needed to be An Entire Discourse, but y’know, it is. I guess. 

To Preface: I’m on the ace spectrum, and I’m aromantic. I’m pansexual, and identify as non-binary (I go by they/them). I’m not a “cishet aro/ace”. I am very much an active member of the LGBT+ community.

And when it comes to whether or not aro/ace people are LGBT+? You know what? It doesn’t fucking matter!

If I, personally, had to give a yes/no answer, I’d say yes. I believe that the LGBT+ community is for people who deviate from being cisgender/heterosexual/heteroromantic. Heterosexual attraction is defined as sexual attraction towards people of the opposite sex, and ace people do not experience this. Heteroromantic attraction is defined as romantic attraction towards people of the opposite sex, and aro people do not experience this. Therefore they deviate from being “het”. I don’t think “cishet aro/aces” exist because being aro/ace means you are, by default, not het. Therefore I’d say they’re LGBT+. But again, you know what? Who fucking cares!

Ace/aro people do experience acephobia and arophobia. No, it’s not as frequent or as overt as forms of oppression like homophobia or transphobia, but oppression isn’t a competition and these things do still happen. Being told “Maybe you just haven’t met the right person yet!” is just as distressing for ace/aro people as it is for, as an example, a gay man being told he just hasn’t met the right woman yet. An ace/aro person being expected to get with someone sexually or romantically by default is going to make them feel “othered” and alienated. One of my closest friends was called a frigid dyke for being on the ace spectrum. This kind of shit happens, whether they’re LGBT+ or not.

And guess what! That’s not okay! I know ace/aro people who feel suicidal because of how people have responded when they’ve mentioned it to people. When I’ve told people that I’m aromantic, I’ve been told that I’m insensitive and lack emotion. (When I’ve mentioned it to people who think I’m cis and heterosexual, they’ve called me a misogynist/sexist, because they assume I’m going to treat women with little/no respect because I’m not in love with them.) 

And, as an active member of the LGBT+ community, I want to combat these things. And yes, I would still think this if I wasn’t LGBT+, but I definitely feel like my queer identity shapes and influences what I think about ace/aro people. And if an ace/aro person comes to me, and says that people are treating them as less because they’re ace/aro, I will lend them an ear, and I will provide a safe space for them if I can. And, as a queer person, many of the safe spaces I’m aware of, and which I have access to, are specifically LGBT+ safe spaces. Many of y’all fucks act like ace/aro people shouldn’t be allowed into these sort of spaces if they’re “cishet aro/aces”. But yeah, fuck that. 

TL;DR: I don’t give a single solitary fuck if aro/ace people are inherently LGBT+. If they need a safe space, I will gladly and enthusiastically welcome them into LGBT+ exclusive safe spaces, because I’m not a fucking reprobate. As a queer person on the ace spectrum, I am fully imploring other members of the LGBT+ community to stop fucking gatekeeping the goddamn community like this. This isn’t what we’re about.

Let’s talk Diana.

People get so riled up over their Best Girls and here I am just shoving more fire into the fire. Gyahahaha!

But that’s not really what this is about. Let’s talk Diana. Because I want to talk Diana.

Her type is always set up to be the haughty snob at first glance.

That’s so fucking good and you know why?

So they can take your first impressions and slap you across the face with them.

Yes, she’s arrogant, self-righteous, a bit pompous and can be quite condescending to those who are less adept than she is. But that’s exactly what makes her so interesting because none of those negative traits can be called shallow and the events in this episode back that up.

Also, it’s pretty clear that she doesn’t exist solely to antagonize the MC over trivial things (for example, elite status) and can definitely hold her own story without being an outright nemesis to the heroine.

That’s what makes her worthy of attention but in a different way than how the central focus is on Akko and her friends.

Already we can blatantly see her flaws which only serve to highlight how complex she is and foretell the character development she will probably undergo throughout the course of the show. Those qualities don’t really harm her or make her intolerable but rather point to the depth and potential expansion of her character.

I mean, firstly, all that composure and confidence had to come from somewhere and voila, they tell us from the get-go.

Diana is descended from a long (damn, 1,500 years long!) line of witches. That means she inherits a big legacy of magical discipline and prestige. Considering the fact that even adult witches sometimes have trouble with certain magic, Diana has even more expectations to live up to because she comes from a highly esteemed family that’s been practicing and improving magic for many, many generations.

Not to mention, she’s been proclaimed in the community as being the “greatest witch since the founding of Luna Nova” so no doubt it’ll be an even greater challenge for her to go beyond what those before her had accomplished.

And not only does she step up to this very daunting task, displaying her skill and talent again and again by casting high level spells here and there and proving that she really is as brilliant as they say she is…

…but she does so without needing anyone’s validation.

As much as her posse endlessly praise her for how awesome and amazing she is, Diana doesn’t need those extra words because she knows she’s perfectly capable of handling anything that comes her way.

That’s not to say she doesn’t let their attention get to her head (c’mon, this definitely happened at one point and is likely still happening, albeit in controlled amounts, as we speak) but Diana is deserving of her pride because she worked hard to cultivate her powers, not because she is a genius.

She’s not good because it’s a “miracle”. She’s good because she earned it.

And there’s no shame in showing that.

However, it’s true that Diana still needs to learn what it means to be humble and realize that she hasn’t mastered everything there is to know about magic yet.

I mean, it’s apparent that she overestimates her own abilities but that’s fine because like I said earlier, she’s set up for that kind of development in the future.

At the very least, even though she’s smug, she isn’t crass. Not like her two “friends” who like to put others down to get the pleasure of feeling superior. That’s probably the biggest reason why they hang around Diana and it just makes me like Diana even more because a person like her would never need to stoop down to their level.

Adding to that, this scene here further proves that Diana is, in fact, not a jerk.

Snooty, yes. But a bitch? Mmm, no, I don’t think so. Not from what we’ve seen of her so far anyway.

It’d be so easy for the writers to turn Diana into a Draco Malfoy-like adversary to oppose Akko but they didn’t. Which is why I love Trigger tremendously for how they presented her character and why I sometimes refer to Diana as the “Draco I always wanted”.

That Diana approached Akko to correct her views on what magic is, not harshly but in a matter-of-factly and politely manner. That she didn’t care whether Akko knew who she was or not but actually remembered that Akko was the new student. That she even took up the offer of referring to Akko by her nickname despite not being friends with her (though that might be due to the concept of keigo getting lost in transition to a non-Japanese environment).

All this is more than enough evidence to crush any ideas that she’s out to bully Akko. It tells us that even if Diana may not be the most amiable person in the world, she is a decent one.

I mean, yea, she was slightly cruel here for disparaging Akko’s idol right in front of her (and hypocritical since Diana was also a fan when she was younger) but it’s not like what she said isn’t true.

Chariot was mostly known for her flashy performances but that seemed to be the extent of her influence in both the witch and human realms. Then she upped one day and vanished.

Chariot did give Akko a dream but it was a kid’s dream and that is not practical in the reality of magic, which entails a lot more complicated topics and study if you are to become a successful witch. Even Chariot had to have gone through tons of practice in order to be as good as she was on stage.

Point is, Diana was trying to warn Akko for her own good even though she didn’t go about the best way of doing it.

It’s certainly one thing for Chariot to do impressive magic but it’s another thing entirely for Akko to attempt to do the same.

Because unlike most of the other students there, Akko has no magical background. She entered the academy with the hopes of living out her fantasies. How is someone who has a low affinity for magic and so impatient to start shooting shiny spells left and right going to fare if she doesn’t learn to apply the basics first?

Badly. Akko or someone else can get seriously hurt if she meddles in things she doesn’t truly comprehend.

That’s why Diana flat out laid this caution onto her. Because magic isn’t all fun and games and lights in the sky. Magic, in the witches’ world, is serious business. And if Akko doesn’t get that through her head to fit somewhere among her fervent adoration for Chariot, then her dream of learning magic will end in vain, the Shiny Rod reacting to her “shinjiru kokoro” be damned.

And that’s… oddly thoughtful of Diana? And responsible as an advanced student as well?

In the same sort of roundabout way she helped plucked that plant off of Akko’s head while trying to show her how magic is actually done in their world. So that Akko is aware, like really aware, of what she’s invested herself in and what the consequences are if she neglects the rules.

Clearly, they’re going to continue to clash over the interpretation of magic but when it comes down to what are established foundations and such, I’m always going to be more inclined towards Diana’s side of the argument.

Because it’s always more reliable to work off of sound theories that have been tested and tested again and provided actual results… than to wait for something that may or may not happen because you went about it based on a whim.

I’m not saying it’s wrong for Akko to believe. I’m just saying this isn’t a mahou shoujo anime. :P

Ah, I strayed off a bit so back to the rest of what I wanted to say.

If the scene in the courtyard wasn’t enough to convince you that Diana isn’t just showing off her magical prowess (because admittedly, yes, she is a bit of a show-off, too, there’s no denying that) then the issue with the Memorial Tree should.

Like any dedicated honors student, it’s expected that Diana would be very involved in the workings of the school. Because the academy is part of her lineage as much as any other witch’s out there so even if nobody asked her to help, she’d still try to find a way to solve the problems the school faces.

Because responsibility.

Diana has been gifted with talent and intellect. If there is anytime to use those, it’s now. Otherwise, it’d be wasted on her.

It’s no wonder why she’s so admired in the witch community. Because she does useful stuff with her magic. And efficiently, too.

Unlike Akko who doesn’t have any particular or specific goals regarding what she wants to do with magic atm, Diana actually has a purpose for hers.

And really, we don’t need to say anymore than that. If you’re good at something, then do something with it. That’s the lesson here. It’s just that simple.

Moving along, what happened after Diana’s spell was cast only further supports just how responsible she is.

Her magic unearthed the parasites so what does she do? Act immediately to counter the new problem.

I really, really like that about her. How she takes magic so seriously, especially when her own magic added to the dilemma. Most people would wait for a teacher to come to fix it. Lesser people would run away because they don’t want to be held accountable.

Not Diana. She’s the one that caused it, even if it was out of the best intentions, so she has to own up to it.

Again, responsibility.

And then there’s this part.

A reminder that nobody (besides Ursula) could’ve known that those were Papillodya chrysalises (well duh, no one has seen one because they only appear every 120 years after all) and it was just a very plot-convenient coincidence that Akko happened to guess correctly at what they are right after relooking through her collectable cards that day.

That aside, nobody is in the wrong here. Diana was pressed for time so it wasn’t like she had the leisure of hearing Akko out. Honestly, who would in that sort of situation? Moreover, who would really believe her?

But she still expressed shock and worry when Akko took the brunt of her spell. Even though it was Akko’s own fault for not thinking first and jumping out to block the hit, Diana obviously feels bad that her magic still hurt her.

Again, proof that Diana is not a jerk. She does care because she is a decent person.

And when it came down to using the right spell, Diana took a step back to let Akko handle it.

What’s more is that she aided Akko in the proper pronunciation of the spell and Akko thanked Diana.

Quite often you’d expect the prideful characters to want to do everything themselves. Try to butt out their rivals and prove they’re better that sort of thing because that’s the pattern of behavior for those kind of archetypes.

Except that didn’t happen here. Like not even the tiniest suggestion that it could’ve gone that way.

Diana’s got her priorities straight. She’s not thinking of wanting to claim credit or how it will affect her sense of worth if she allowed Akko to resolve this issue. She’s not thinking of questioning whether the Shiny Rod will actually work. That’s not important. What’s important is to prevent this mess from becoming any bigger than it is right then.

Like…wow. It shouldn’t be extraordinary for someone to behave so rationally and cooperatively but it is a little for me because the works I go through often has that bad tendency to go in a crazier direction over some very dumb, contrived reason when it’d be easier to do it the straightforward way.

Anyways, to finish this off, after the matter is settled, Diana tries to protest that the removal of the chrysalises were her doing.

Again, a much lesser person would be tempted to lie and save their own reputation but Diana’s troubled reaction to the staff’s insistence that nobody else but her could’ve done it illustrates that she’s not like that. She knows that it was thanks to Akko that the tree was revitalized and therefore, can’t possibly accept acknowledgement that doesn’t belong to her.

Diana is a person of integrity and if I didn’t love her before, I certainly do now because I value integrity so much that it probably ranks at the top on my list of virtues.

So as you can see, it’s because Diana is such a mixture of so many traits including pride, dignity, responsibility, seriousness, honesty (to name a few) that they all come to nicely clash and conflict inside her, pushing her towards the changes we can anticipate for her.

And this is a sure sign as anything that the development process has already begun.

She saw with her own eyes the effectiveness of the Shiny Rod, which disproves her statement that there never was any significance behind Chariot’s magic. However, that doesn’t mean she’s ready to accept it. Not after all that training she must have gone through to drill those childish thoughts out of her head so that she can fully set out to become a proper witch. Which is why she’s hesitant to mention Akko despite what the professors say about her being the “pride of Luna Nova”.

That is sooooo good, this introduction of doubt. Question it, Diana. Continue to ask as many times as it will take because it can only lead you to becoming a better witch and above all, develop into an even greater character.

With that, I suspect Diana won’t be making any major appearances for a while since Akko’s team has a little more world exploring to do and the plot around Chariot needs the time for more exposition.

But I just want others to, well, not really know but rather discuss with me that Diana isn’t so much a rival to Akko (right now) as she is her foil and vice versa. And I think that contrast between them is far more interesting than a direct competitive relationship. They can still argue, they don’t have to be friends but they don’t have to hate each other to contribute to each other’s growth. Akko can benefit from actually studying magical theory and progressing towards her goal that way while Diana can gradually relax her stiff posture to look beyond her scientific, analytical methods and realize even more potential in herself.

At least that’s what I hope will happen.

Tl;dr: I lied. This is about Best Girl. Diana is Best Girl. Fight me. (ง'̀-‘́)ง

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AU where Alexander and John Laurens are dating, and Thomas Jefferson finds himself envious of John.

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Thomas Jefferson held these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal, and Alexander Hamilton could not possibly be any more annoying.

At least, he thought the second one was true until he met John Laurens. As bad as Hamilton was, he was somehow even worse when he was around his dumb boyfriend.

They were practically the same person; they were both reckless, loud, and scrappy, and they always egged each other on, daring each other to do, in Thomas’s mind, the most annoying things they could think of. The only difference between them was that while Hamilton made Thomas’s stomach flutter with annoyance, Laurens made his gut twist with something closely resembling hatred.

The worst was when Hamilton brought Laurens along to debate club after school. He would sit on the sidelines, make unneeded comments, and let out whoops and cheers whenever Hamilton made a good point. Thomas hated it. He was supposed to have Hamilton’s undivided attention during debate, and Laurens just distracted everyone.

“Does he really need to be here?” Thomas asked one day upon seeing Laurens trail in behind Hamilton. “He’s not even in this club.”

“Mr. Jefferson,” Mr. Washington, the club advisor, warned. He was also Hamilton’s adoptive father, which, if you asked Thomas, was completely unfair.

“What?” Thomas said. “He’s a distraction.”

Hamilton and Laurens both scoffed and Thomas resisted the urge to punch one or both of them.

“I’m serious!” Thomas defended himself. “Hamilton never focuses on the debate when Laurens is here.”

“Aww are you jealous, Jefferson?” Laurens asked, leaning back cockily in his chair.

“Shut up,” Thomas spat.

“Mr. Jefferson, please!” Washington pointed firmly for Thomas to take a seat.

Thomas sulkily dropped into a seat next to James Madison and glared at the back of Laurens’s head. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.

Apparently Thomas’s punishment for lashing out at Laurens was to not be included in any debates, which meant he would be sitting and doing nothing the whole meeting.

As Hamilton stood to debate James on abortion—Thomas had been looking forward to debating that with him, and now he wasn’t allowed—Thomas began to mull over Laurens’s statement.

The freckled boy probably hadn’t really meant anything by it. He was just trying to get under Thomas’s skin, to make him mad. So why was it starting to feel like another truth in Thomas’s life?

Thomas froze as he had this thought. He was jealous of John Laurens.

And who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t give anything to be the uninterrupted focus of someone as spectacular as Alexander Hamilton? Who wouldn’t envy the deep and intellectual conversations one could have with him? And who wouldn’t die to look into this beautiful eyes and say “This one’s mine?”

Well, shit.


In the next months Thomas tried to convince himself that it was just a stupid crush. He didn’t even mention it to James; he was sure he’d get over it soon.

But as the months went on Hamilton and Laurens got more serious and the twist in Thomas’s gut grew bigger.

He was hopelessly in love with Alexander Hamilton.

It was hard. Hamilton was still under the impression that they were enemies, and Thomas had to resist the urge to respond to insults with pet names, to respond to every “I hate you” with “I love you.”

They would glare at each other across the lunch room, and then when Hamilton turned around Thomas’s gaze would soften into one of longing because Hamilton’s eyes were so pretty when he was angry about something.

One day after one such glaring match, Thomas was approached by Angelica Schuyler, much to his surprise.

“Come with me,” she said, tugging on Thomas’s arm.

Thomas shot James a confused glance, then stood up and followed the eldest Schuyler sister. She led him to an empty classroom in the biology wing, where he found Angelica’s sisters Eliza and Peggy, and Maria Reynolds waiting for them.

“What is this?” he asked, stalling at the doorway.

“This is the Helplessly Pining Over Alexander Hamilton Club,” Angelica sighed.

Thomas stared at her in bewilderment, then launched into a stuttered denial.

“Why—I’m not—I don't—”

“We’ve seen the way you look at him, Thomas,” Eliza said. “It’s the same way all of us do.”

“Well, except Peggy,” Maria added. “She’s just here to remind us not to get our hopes up.”

Peggy flashed him a grin and two thumbs up.

Thomas deflated in relent. “This sounds dismal.”

“It is,” Angelica said. “That’s the price of catching feelings for Alex. But we get through it together.”

Thomas slumped into a seat next to Maria. “How?”

“Mostly by keeping ourselves busy with other things,” Maria said, “and then venting all our frustration at these meetings.”

Thomas sighed. “So you don’t do anything about it? You just sit here and suffer?”

“Alex is with John, Thomas,” Eliza said. “He’s happy. We can’t mess with that.”


“Thomas,” Angelica said sternly. “We’ve all been down this path. It’s a dead end. We can’t meddle with Alex’s love life.”

“Fine,” Thomas huffed. “But let’s just say, hypothetically, Hamilton and Laurens broke up. What would you do then?”

“Then we would give him his space to get over it,” Eliza said, a tone of warning in her voice.

“Okay,” Thomas said, irritated that they weren’t catching his drift. “And after he’s gotten over it?”

“Then it’s up to him who he dates next, if he dates anyone,” Maria said. “And we’re not to influence his choice in any way.”


Hamilton and Laurens broke up a month later. A large and very public fight led to them realizing that they were just too similar to date, and they went back to being friends, although there was definitely more tension between them than before.

The weeks following the break up were possibly even harder for Thomas than the months of dating had been. The thought of Hamilton being right there in front of him, available, was torturous. He had promised the rest of the Helplessly Pining Over Alexander Hamilton Club that he wouldn’t act on his feelings, but that was becoming harder by the day. Especially since he still wasn’t getting Hamilton’s full attention in debate.

Hamilton had become sullen and spent over half of debate brooding. All of Thomas’s points were met with half-hearted rebuttals and his insults were rewarded only with weak, distracted comebacks.

“Hamilton, if you’re not going to focus on this debate than there are many others more qualified and worthy of my time.” That was a lie, but he wanted to get Hamilton riled up. He wanted his attention.

“I am focused,” Hamilton snapped.

“Then one would think you could make a decent point once in a while,” Thomas retorted.

“God, you’re so annoying,” Hamilton breathed, rolling his eyes at Thomas.

“At least I can argue a point.”

“I hate you.”

“Well I love you!”

The whole room fell deathly silent. Hamilton stared at Thomas, jaw hanging open.

“Shit,” Thomas whispered.

“What did you say?” Hamilton asked quietly.

Thomas crossed his arms defensively. There was no going back now. “You heard me.”

“Y-you love me?”

Well, he finally had Hamilton’s full attention; he might as well make use of it.

“Yes, I love you, okay? I love your voice and your face and your eyes your horrible fashion sense. I love how funny and intelligent and passionate you are. And I know you just broke up with Laurens and this a really dick move on my part, but I love you, Alexander Hamilton.

Hamilton, for once, was at a total loss for words. Mr. Washington was the one to break the silence, clearing his throat.

“Mr. Jefferson, as touching as this is, I highly doubt that this is the appropriate time.”

Hamilton’s face went bright red, and a wave of panic swept over Thomas. He had just confessed his love for his nemesis, in front of the kid’s dad. Suddenly breathing was difficult.

“I-I need to go,” he stammered, then turned on his heels and darted out of the classroom. He didn’t stop running until he found an empty, secluded hallway and slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. He put his head in his hands and groaned. “I’m such a screw-up,” he muttered.

“Well, yeah, but that’s okay.”

Thomas nearly jumped out of his skin. In his panic he hadn’t thought that Hamilton might follow him. Just another in a long line of mistakes.

“Please go away,” Thomas said.

Hamilton sat down next to him. “What? I thought you looooved me.”

Thomas looked away, biting back tears. Of course Hamilton would make fun of him for it. Why wouldn’t he? It was stupid.

“Look, please just forget I ever said anything. I never should have spoken. I’m sorry.”

Hamilton placed a hand on Thomas’s arm. “You shouldn’t be,” he said, more gentle this time. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you. I’m glad you told me, Thomas.”

Thomas looked back at him, furrowing his brow. “You are?”

Hamilton nodded. “Yeah. I never hated you, you know. All those times I said it… I didn’t mean it any more than you did.”

“I’m surprised you don’t hate me after what just happened. You have every right to.”

Now it was Hamilton’s turn to look confused. “Why would I hate you?”

Thomas gave a sarcastic laugh. “Well, let’s see. I only confessed my unrequited love for you in front of everyone we know, including your father. Thanks for not turning me down in front of everyone, by the way. I guess I was saved that little bit of embarrassment.”

“Thomas… I wasn’t going to turn you down.”


Hamilton chewed at his lip nervously. “At least, not completely. I can’t… I can’t say that I love you too. Not yet. I loved John. I really did. And I’m still not over him at all. I’m definitely not ready for another relationship. But, maybe when I am…maybe then we can see what happens.”


Hamilton’s lips quirked up in a small but reassuring smile. “Really.”


It took all throughout the summer and half of the next school year for Alexander to be ready. During that time, he and Thomas had become very good friends. Thomas had practically been alienated from the Helplessly Pining Over Alexander Hamilton Club after they learned what he had done, but he didn’t care. He was in a better position than all of them.

Alexander didn’t exactly tell Thomas that he was ready to date. It was after debate club one day, and Thomas was walking Alexander home. Alexander was rambling, as he often did, and Thomas was pretending to listen, as he often did. He was vaguely aware that the topic had something to do with a book he had been reading.

“So anyways,” Alexander said, drawing his rant to a conclusion and startling Thomas back to attention, “I’ve come to a decision.”

And then he stood on his tiptoes and kissed Thomas.

“Woah,” Thomas breathed once they broke apart. “So you’re ready then?”

Alexander nodded. “So ready.”

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I have a request with Lucifer if you don't mind.. You seem to write him so wonderfully and I'd really appreciate if you'd write about 7 minutes in heaven with him and the reader!

I decided to make this into a drabble because it matches with one of the prompts


88) “Seriously, let’s play a game of (spin the bottle, truth . or dare, twister, or whatever game you want.. you pick)”

 *High School!AU

“Seriously, let’s play a game of seven minutes in heaven,” Dean said.

“Do we have to?” Sam asked. The party had been drawing to a close, people getting bored and heading for the door.

“Come on, Sammy, it’ll be fun. Besides, we already got everyone riled up with spin the bottle, am I right?”

The group of teens still sitting on the floor gave a small acknowledgment of Dean’s sentiment.

“Hell yeah!” Crowley muttered, raising his beer in the air. “Let’s gooooo!”

The Winchesters looked over at their drunken friend. “Someone cut him off,” Sam said, worrying about the possibility of vomit on his mother’s carpet (and couch and curtains).

“So,” Gabriel said. “Who gets to go in first?”

Everyone looked around, trying not to show their excitement and anticipation of having seven whole minutes locked in a closet where teen hormones could run rampant. No one wanted to volunteer first, seeming too eager.

After a few moments, you reappeared from the bathroom as Lucifer reappeared from the kitchen.

“Looks like we have our volunteers!” Gabriel said, jumping up.

“Volunteers?” Lucifer said.

Gabriel crossed to his brother, pushing him towards the coat closet while Dean gently pushed you towards it.

“All right, you two,” Dean said, shoving you unceremoniously into the closet. “We’re gonna shut the door and leave you two alone for seven minutes. You can do whatever you want—no judgments. We’ll give you a courtesy knock when you’ve got thirty seconds left, make sure you can get your pants back on.”

With a wink, Dean shut the door, enveloping you and Lucifer in darkness.

“Um…” you said quietly after a few moments. “What just happened?”

“I’m… not completely sure.” Lucifer fumbled around until he found the chain; pulling on it, the closet was bathed in light.

“Ooo,” Gabriel said. “Lights on! I like your style!”

You reached up and clicked the light off again, earning a peal of grouped laughter from outside. “Maybe… maybe we should leave this off.”


The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, letting your eyes adjust.

“Um, do you want part of this cookie?” Lucifer asked. “I’d gone to the kitchen to grab a snack before being shoved in here.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

The two of you fumbled slightly, finally finding each other’s hands in the dark. Lucifer passed you half of the cookie.

“I hope Mrs. Winchester doesn’t mind crumbs in here,” Lucifer said.

“I’m sure she’s found much worse in here before.”

Time stretched on in silence. “I wonder how long it’s been,” you said after a while. “Surely we’re nearing the end.”

“Oh!” Lucifer pressed a button on his watch, causing the face to light up. “Oh, geez. We’ve only been in here for three minutes.”

You sighed. “This… this sucks. I’m sorry, Lucifer.”

“For what?”

“For being the one they chose for you. I’m sure you would’ve much rather have been in here with Charlie or Meg. This is basically a waste of a turn.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Lucifer said quietly.

“You don’t have to lie. It’s okay.”

Lucifer reached up, clicking on the light again. He stared down at you. “I’m not lying. Honestly, Y/N. I’m… I’m glad they picked you for me.” He shifted slightly. “I’m pretty sure Gabriel’s been on to me for months now.”

“On to you?”

“About… me liking you.”

A small smile grew on your face. It was the last thing Lucifer saw before you turned the light off again.


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The Power of Prongs

One-shot. 4,512 words.

Lily uses all the Marauder nicknames casually, except for James’s. He’s rather upset about it…until she tells him the reason why.

Based on headcanon.



“Interesting good, or interesting my girlfriend is going to be a crank all morning?”

Kissing her temple, her boyfriend breaks the news, “Love, you’re already a crank this morning.”

Although he deserves a sharp elbow for that cheek, resorting to physical violence, Lily knows, would only prove his point. Besides, even she can admit that she’s nobody’s idea of a morning person.

They’d come down half an hour before, breakfasting rather earlier than usual. She’d normally protest this, loudly and obnoxiously, but as it had been her idea, however, it would be bad form. She’d spent the first ten or so minutes staring, trance like, into her cup of warm tea, willing the steam to wake her up. 

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[Smutfest] Blue Doll - 01 Toys


Vegeta hated this place with every fiber of his being. Raditz and Nappa had already left him, running off to slobber over the brothel’s displays like starving dogs eyeing fresh haunches of meat. He didn’t know whether to be disgusted or envious of their enthusiasm. Sex had never brought him pleasure. Relief, yes, a purging of a biological need, sure, but never pleasure. He never pined away for a good fuck; not the way his two compatriots seemed to. More often than not, Vegeta found his hand satisfactory to the task, and when he did partake in carnal relations with another, he did his best to make the matter as impersonal and perfunctory as possible. Engaging with others when death wasn’t involved wasn’t his strong suit, and that left him feeling vulnerable in a way that sat poorly with his pride.

Yet here he was, back at another brothel, if only to shut Nappa and Raditz up, by ensuring that their energy was spent on something other than aggravating the living fuck out of him. To be fair, this was by far the nicest looking brothel that they had visited yet. In fact, the damn place reeked of exclusivity. Which only unsettled Vegeta all the more. It was too clean, too nice. Nothing good ever came of these kinds of places. It made him think of the Colds’ spacecrafts, richly outfitted in their opulence, gold and silks poorly veiling their owners’ sadistic intentions.

A loud, girlish squeal pierced the quiet, followed by Nappa’s booming laugh. Vegeta felt his lip curl in distaste. He walked down the hall, putting distance between himself and his companions, and in doing so, headed towards the more expensive end of the brothel’s wares.

They were all displayed in glass windows, like mannequins. ‘Dolls’, the host had called them, chosen for their eclectic beauty, and set up like porcelain figures. Vegeta could see that some took the ‘doll’ name more literally than others. A lot of them were sex-bots, and they sat, pretty and still as a picture, waiting for a client to ‘play’ with them. Or at least he assumed they were supposed to be pretty. Most represented alien species he was only cursorily familiar with. Some were Saiyan-like in that they stood on two legs, were warm blooded, but that’s where the similarities ended. The differences, however small, were enough to be unsettling. ‘A hole was a hole’ Nappa would say, and though Vegeta agreed, he still found it hard to be excited when a girl’s skin was so scaly it felt like he was fucking gravel, or when a woman looked up at him with eyes as alien and soulless as a fish’s.

He was nearing the end of the displays. Nothing had caught his eye, but he had barely looked, instead making a line for the brothel’s most expensive girls. He was a Prince after all. Seedy fuck or not, he deserved the best.

Finally he reached the top echelon of the sex dolls. Their displays were far more elaborate. Only one appeared to be a sex-bot, remaining still, while the other ‘dolls’ perked up at the appearance of a possible client. He glared at them with a critical eye, mentally weighing if any would be worth his time or his credits, and wondering if it wouldn’t just be easier and cheaper to find a hotel, jerk off and pass out.

Pale skin and the flash of an usual blue caught his eye. Vegeta glanced over and, for the first time in years, was taken by surprise.

She’s Saiyan.

For an exhilarating, wild heart beat, he thought he had found his own kind. Female, no less. A beautiful female at that.

But just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, his rational side squashed it. She couldn’t be. His kind was near extinct. And no Saiyan woman would tolerate becoming captive to a brothel. Not to mention this girl had no tail, and her hair coloring was blue when it should have been dark. No, she was no Saiyan… but Gods did she almost fit the bill. Something hurt in his chest as he eyed her over. Her features were fey, her skin much paler than his own, but it was skin like his nonetheless, not scales or fur or oozing sludge. She wore only the thinnest robe that barely hid her lithe, curvy body beneath. She was, hands down, the most gorgeous thing he had ever encountered. But she had inadvertently reminded him of the death of his species, and that bitter taste now lingered in his mouth.

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TD until the end

This show gets a little ridiculous with their callbacks. Many pertaining to Beth, many not. But this is how I see it. She is coming back. I have never looked at another dead character in TWD (maybe Denise) that had me thinking there wasn’t a story left to tell. Many friends and I have thought of the impossibility of her death given the storyline they were telling. She is strong and she will be back stronger than ever.

To the haters that continue trolling our blog, feel free to give me hate for this. I don’t mind. We have a belief that you do not like. Let me give you a hint, that is life. Sometimes there are disagreements and that is okay. Just move on and don’t let it get you riled up. 

I am going to be here until she shows up regardless of how long you decide to come into the tag and tell me I am wrong. That I am reading way too much into the show.

The funny thing is, the casual viewers are thinking into it now. Not just us. The writers have casual fans questioning the death of certain characters, it is just the way the show runs. 

Beth may not be back this season, she might, but callbacks are callbacks. And our belief is our belief.

Beth is alive in our opinion and my mind can not be changed. It’s time to settle the differences and move on. 

You stay strong in your belief that she is dead as we will with ours that she is alive. 

Differing opinions should create discussion not fights. 

Do what you wish, but I will be waiting here for Beth.

On Edge (Ch. 2)

Summary: Mickey goes to court, and Sammi gets handled.

Word Count: 1967

Notes: I’m only gonna do these two chapters, loved this request though :)

Chapters: 1 2

Luckily, Fiona was able to get Frank’s legal aid to handle Mickey’s case. There was no way that they were going to let him go down without a fight. Lou wasn’t to great of a lawyer, but when she wanted to help, she knew how to step up.

“Alright,” Lou said to the Gallaghers, Svetlana, Yevgeny, Kev, and Veronica. All of a sudden Iggy and Mandy walked into the house. “Iggy?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Lou!” Iggy shouted and waved to her. She was the lawyer on a few of his cases when he was going in and out of juvie as a kid. “I thought I should come and support my brother,” he spoke proudly of himself.

Lips eyes caught Mandy’s, and he felt like running, but he couldn’t. “Hey, Mandy,” he croaked out.

“Hey,” she said sheepishly. It was odd for her to speak so softly, but the sight of Lip made her feel like she was falling off a cliff. “Iggy called me— told me what happened.” She then looked to Ian. “You okay?” She walked over to him and ran a hand up and down his arm.

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Epitome of Eighteen Histories: Kasane Kujiragi Episode

This is a story of love.

A story of twisted love.


A certain place in Ikebukuro, in a private karaoke box room

“Um……You said you’re Kasane Kujiragi-san, correct? I’ll ask again but…… why do you know my name? It seems you know my brother though……”

In a private room of a karaoke box.

When Kazane Kinomiya asked that the woman sitting across from her - Kasane Kujiragi - gave an answer back while remaining expressionless.

“Yes, I have looked into your brother Shinra Kishitani at first because it was work-related, but at present it is because of personal interest.”


“Please think of me as someone like an investigator of an insurance company.”


That’s a lie. She understood immediately. Being a mere writer for a part-time job, Kazane has also meet various people because of it. It does not mean she can read the mind of a swindler, but she can see through the lies of normal people, sensing anything out of place.

Although in regards to the woman in front of her it would be better said she is a class that is abnormally poor at lying instead of normal humans.

“Understood. For the mean time I’ll leave it at that.”

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anonymous asked:

We know Geno gets jealous about Sid's love scenes in films but what about how Sid handles when Geno gets in a fight on the ice?Bc I strongly believe that Geno finishes a game and sees he has a large number of texts from Sid alternating between yelling at him to be ok and stop fighting but also with pictures of how flushed and aroused Sid is & what he wants to do to G. And G loves it so much that Flower has to tell S to stop bc they can't keep giving the other team PP so G can rile him up.

beep beep here i am with the mental imagery of Sidney on Geno’s lap, after fussing over his boyfriend’s bruises, one hand pawing at his shirt buttons and the other tousling his hair as they kiss frantically, and Sidney is saying, “Oh my God, G, you just lifted that guy off the ice, oh my God, you don’t even know what that does to me–”

Flower, on the phone: Hi sorry to interrupt–actually no im not sorry i need u to stop using our games as foreplay its getting weird and also geno won’t stop picking fights




The second he set foot inside the Arrow Cave, Harrison had practically yelled himself hoarse and even went as far as rearing back and hurtling random gear at Oliver’s head with every ounce of velocity he could muster. It wasn’t until he’d cooled down that he finally started paying attention - finally settled his hard stare on Oliver Queen who looked about as lost as Harrison actually felt. 

The fact was, you’d gotten hurt on Oliver’s watch… And it wasn’t just the typical sprain or break. It was so much more than that and if Darhk hadn’t coiled you up in a torrent of black magic, you wouldn’t be lying on a table between them, fighting for your life and jerking through fits of whatever you’d been exposed to.

Swallowing down his grief and turning his gaze away from your convulsing body, Harrison quickly bit down against the inside of his cheek and made a futile effort to quell the oncoming tears swelling his eyes…

“I’m sorry.” Came Oliver’s broken whisper.

Harrison could drag Oliver as much as he wanted but nothing he said was ever going to be worse than what the Green Arrow was already doing to himself…

“I know…” He rasped in response, giving a curt nod before looking at you once more. “So am I.”

(X) (X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Harrison getting Riled up after You get Hurt Working with Oliver*

Request: ( @silverwingedfox) I think i found an idea! Maybe the reader is working with the arrow and she gets hurt and Harrison gets angry-protective when he finds out??? I’ll keep thinking though

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anonymous asked:

The reason (it's a damn fact) why the maknae line attracts so many solo stans, (I will never understand solo stanning; it's sick) is simply down to the fact that these 12 year olds somehow think they have a chance to 'marry their oppas' (??????) like honestly fuck off, gosh golly. To be frank, they're highly sick, and downright immature. What do you think? P.S. God bless for that post on Jin. I am still so riled up ughhh.

you’re right the maknae line attract little kids but.. also people who are new to the fandom because jimin, v and jungkook are the ones who stand out the most in their performances, mvs and some interviews even. these people probably don’t really stan bts but just like the maknae line’s visuals. so they become solo stans? asdfg i’m trying my best to make sense what these people are thinking but it’s hard for me too. how can anyone stan only one member of a group?? i always have a hard time picking a bias when i start to stan a new group.