i had no idea what he said until i saw a gifset

Chaos Has Come Again

A/N: I was so inspired by this gif set of a ‘dark angel” Stiles that I had to write something for it. I’m calling this a drabble because there’s no real plot, but it’s definitely a longggg drabble. lol Thank you to @minhosmeanhoe for editing it, because I’m sure she did. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours so and I will edit it any further tomorrow if need be. lol I couldn’t find the creator of this gif or gifset, but if someone or the creator messages me ! I will be more than happy to tag them and give them credit. But I did not make this gif nor am I the owner of it.

Word count: 2737

Warning: It’s kind of dark and talks about the devil, and there’s smut (;

Paring: StilesxReader

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“ I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go. ”

I want to talk about something that’s been on my mind for a very long time. Namely, that there’s this idea that appears every so often, and that’s if Thomas ever knew what James became or what he’s done, that he would reject James or simply not love him anymore or that things would never work between them again. And I just for the life of me can’t understand where this idea comes from because I can’t see any canon backing for it and from everything shown with Thomas, it seems to go completely against what we were shown. And I’m not trying to stomp on anyone’s opinion; it’s just that Thomas is my favorite character for a myriad of reasons, so I am very passionate about this.

I have three motivations for talking about this:
1) Fanfic writing reasons;
2) This post, which has been in my likes forever and which I’ve always meant to answer
3) And this idea has been around awhile and still crops up every so often, and I’m here to make a rebuttal

But it comes down to this: you are never going to convince me that Thomas, who has shown himself numerous times to be an extremely loving and forgiving person, who was willing to fight for imperfect strangers at great personal cost, who watched an execution of someone who was deemed guilty and came to the conclusion that he was going to help these people, that were already known to be violent and dangerous, and whom he cared about despite their actions- you are never going to convince me this Thomas would not still love James all the same or not understand him.

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wakeup call.

length: 2233 words
genre: im throwing up oh my god
insp: this gr8 gifset thank you
plot: you’re in a long distance relationship with hyungwon and after a year of not seeing each other you decided to wake him up on a particularly rough morning
a/n: hello everybody!! I just want to let y’all to know, that yes— we are alive— as you can tell from this fricking scenario bc i wrote it back in like november— BUT REGARDLESS, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY YOURSELVES! ( we are not accepting requests at this moment )

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anonymous asked:

Speaking of Alone on the Water, what made you decide to write such an incredibly sad fic? lol. And did you ever anticipate it becoming so incredibly popular?

Wow, I haven’t thought about this in awhile.  There isn’t really a story there, but I’ll try to answer your question.

I first saw Sherlock when it aired in the UK, what was it, fall of 2010?  I loooooooved it but wasn’t fannish about it immediately.  It wasn’t till the following spring, after I’d shown it to a couple of interested friends, that the fangirl in me woke up and decided that this was Her Next Thing.  And for me, the first thing the fangirl does is WRITE FIC.

I can’t really say why I chose that subject.  I mean, it’s not like I just sat down and went “You know what’d be fun?  DEATH.”  I suppose I wanted to get at Johnlock somehow, and the first thing that occurred was “terminal illness.”  Call it a morbid bent of mind.  AOTW was partially inspired by an old semi-obscure movie called “It’s My Party” starring Eric Roberts (yeah) in which a man with a month to live decides to end his own life, and he throws a weekend-long party with everyone he’s ever loved there to say goodbye, at the end of which he swallows pills and dies with his closest family and friends around him.  Obviously the tone of AOTW is quite different, but the “choose your death on your own terms over a slower more painful and debilitating death” thing came from there.

Actually, re-reading that - I DID just sit down and go “You know what’d be fun?  DEATH.”

I wrote it in one sitting.  I wasn’t sure whether to post it.  I was very very  new to the fandom and didn’t have a good grasp of its tone - some fandoms react badly to deathfics, some thrive on them.  I asked the lovely-and-talented mazarin221b, who I’d known for a long time, to read it - she’d already been around the fandom and could advise me.  She said yeah, post it.  So I posted it.

Did I anticipate the response?  Of course not.  Nobody ever expects The Spanish Inquisition that kind of a response.  And it wasn’t immediate.  Upon release, the fic got a fairly normal response.  Complimentary, but it wasn’t like a TORRENT or anything.  It sort of built over time.  It wasn’t until I joined Tumblr a few months later that I started realizing the kind of response it was getting.  The day I discovered that it had its own TAG was interesting.  It got a huge boost from deductivism’s fanvid as well - I credit that vid with a LOT of the story’s visibility.

So there you have it.  My DVD commentary for “Alone on the Water.”  Let me take this opportunity to answer a few frequently asked questions about it.

1.  Was it based on “Third Star?”  I get this question all the time.  No, it wasn’t.  I didn’t see “Third Star” until months after I’d written it.

2.  Will you ever write a sequel?  You know, when I first released it, I actually had a sequel planned.  I even started writing it.  But no, I’m never going to write a sequel.  I sort of don’t feel like the story is mine anymore.

3.  Why’d you have to put slashy stuff in it?  Because I wanted to.  Next.

4.  Moffat/Gatiss/Ben/Martin need to see this.  No, they really, really, REALLY don’t.

5.  Where’d you get the title?  From the song lyrics that are at the top of the story.  :-)

6.  Those lyrics are wrong, you know.  There are conflicting lyrics to “Sorrow” online.  Some say “don’t leave my half a heart alone on the water” and some say “don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water.”  I like the former better both as a lyric and as a connection to the story, so barring confirmation from The National I’m going to stick with it.  And if you know of such confirmation - I’m still keeping it the way it is, so no need to send me Asks about it.

7.  You should do a reading of it at a convention.  It’s been suggested.  I’m open to the idea.

Basically, I never could have dreamed of the kinds of things people have done and made based on my story.  There’s been so much fanart, fanvids, graphics, gifsets - even original songs! - and it’s…well, those of you who are authors as well can imagine what that means to me.  Every day it’s humbling and gratifying in a way I can’t put into words.  Every time I get a review (and I read all of them) telling me the story has affected someone, and that they’ll never forget it…it makes me feel like I’ve left at least a tiny footprint on the world, and on someone’s life, and that is the most amazing thing ever.

People thank me for the story.  Don’t thank me.  I’m thanking YOU for reading it.  

The Heir’s Champion (snippet)

So, almost two weeks ago, I saw this magnificent gifset by haliastone​ and was promptly struck with inspiration.  What was supposed to be a fluffy oneshot soon spiraled far, far out of my control and I unfortunately didn’t have time to finish before camp nano started.  Hopefully, by posting a snippet of the 7.5k I already have written here, I’ll hold myself (and perhaps some of you will as well) accountable for finishing it.


Harry stood in the entrance hall, mind still whirling frantically through the events of the evening in a hopeless, dizzying whirlwind.  He’d daydreamed about entering the tournament, fantasied about it, but that’s all it had been.  A fantasy.  A daydream.  The reality of the Triwizard Tournament, facing competitors who had three years more experience and instruction than he did in tasks that sounded dangerous in front of hundreds of people…

And people would think he’d done it on purpose.  The looks in the hall, the reactions of the various headmasters and professors, his brief conversation with Cedric…they’d all only served to make the point as clear as possible.  Would anyone except Ron and Hermione believe him?

Harry reached out and placed his hand against one of the stone walls off the castle, trying to take comfort in the sensation that he associated with home as he tried to force his thoughts into some sort of order.

“Diggory’s an idiot you know,” a familiar, cultured voice said.

Harry’s head jerked upwards and found a tall, handsome young man emerging from the shadows, aristocratic features furrowed in distaste.  The silver badge on his robe gleamed in the torchlight and dark eyes filled with a tenderness that was still utterly unexpected after all these years.

“Tom?”  Harry asked, taken aback by the Slytherin’s presence.  “What are you doing here?”  Then Harry’s brain finally caught up with his ears and he frowned.  “And Cedric’s not an idiot.”

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alecmagnu  asked:

MAIA your tags in my gifset, OMG....... i need it, Magnus lifting Alec up against the counter, kissing him, and all of that in 1080 pls.... i'm dead.

ravagerjae said: I saw your tags about Magnus picking Alec up and sitting him on the counter and my mind instantly was like “What about Magnus picking him and pushing him against the wall” and I just dshudfkjkj I need this. All of this. And Alec would be so pleasantly surprised because holy shit no one has ever done this to him before and I’m screaming now

I WOULD LOVE THIS cuz yeah alec hasn’t ever been touched like that by anyone in his life. like, for alec usually if he’s being thrown or manhandled, it’d be training or sparring or roughhousing with his siblings at most.

but with magnus it’d be different, to have someone be rough with him solely out of desire and i feel like it’d blow alec’s mind a little because magnus just wants him so much in that way he’s always dreamed of but has never had until now and magnus always loves so intensely on top of that. no one has ever wanted alec so wholly before, both his heart and his body, until magnus.

also there’s magnus who i feel like is a lot like alec in that they both really need someone to be their match; magnus has always picked partners who challenge him, so i’ve always imagined alec’s supernatural strength would be perfect. like, of course they’ll be soft and gentle, too, but despite how graceful magnus is he isn’t actually delicate? so i don’t think he’d want to be handled like glass, either. plus i’ve always felt like the demon half of him really enjoys the rougher side of things and i like the idea of alec being sort of a safe partner for him to let it loose with because alec is a shadowhunter and not easily hurt. (and with alec it would be vice versa because magnus is such a powerful warlock.)

anyway, i imagine a moment where magnus’s magic sparks a bit wild when things get hot and heavy, and you see magnus kind of freeze, but alec is just like wow that much huh?, and it’s okay, alec isn’t afraid of him, and basically please just magnus and alec being comfortable with each other, with their own strengths and expressing that together physically, that’s all i want i’m so emotional.

Baby Genius On The Way

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

Prompt: Hey saw the gif set you posted of Prentiss asking Reid if he considered having baby geniuses one day. Imagine him telling her “not really, but I’ll be finding out what it’s like sooner rather than later.” Confusing her then shocking her by saying “Yeah, Y/N is pregnant.” Prentiss responds with “What?! H-how long…” to which Spencer interrupts with “Remember last month when I was on vacation for that week?”
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader
Rating: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,195
Warnings: Mentions of past sexual endeavors, the reader and Reid are afraid to be parents(if that can be a warning) but mostly they’re both happy!:)
Author’s Note: I enjoyed writing this, I think the ending sucks but you can be the judge of that!:) Oh, and I couldn’t find the gifset but I think we all know what scene it is when Emily talks to Reid about having kids. Also instead of writing about JJ’s pregnancy with Henry I wrote about her recent one!:)

Note: Not yet beta’d so sorry for any mistakes! 


He was staring at JJ again, Prentiss noticed, Spencer’s eyes always seemed to drift to the pregnant woman and she could tell his brain was working at lightning speed as thoughts filled his mind.

“Hey,” she said, getting his attention, he turned to her looking a little startled “I think I’ve asked you this before but from the way you’re looking at JJ it seems like you’re thinking about it, so, are you considering it?”

“Um, c-considering what?” The genius looked nervous.

“Having baby geniuses.”

“I-I mean, I wasn’t really but…” The genius hesitated, wondering if he should tell. “I’ll be finding out what it’s like soon.”

Emily froze, was Spencer saying what she thought he was?!

“________’s pregnant.” He said with a smile, confirming her thoughts.

“What, when, how long–?” She was in shock, she wanted to know everything.

“Remember in the beginning of last month when I took that vacation for the week?” He spoke, interrupting her staggered questions.

“So, ________should be, what?”

“Almost two months pregnant, more specifically 1 month, 28 days, 6 hours and 25 minutes.”

Emily’s smile didn’t falter, of course the genius would have how long it had been down to the days, hours, and minutes.

“Have you told anyone?”

“Other than you no one knows, ________ is still a little shocked about it. She’s scared that she won’t be a good mother since she didn’t have any examples of what one is supposed to be like, and truthfully, I’m afraid too but I wouldn’t say we’re unhappy about it just having some doubtful thought about us and parenting.”

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1 Month and 16 days ago

You looked down at the pregnancy tests with horror, your hands were shaking and you felt like you were going to throw up. It couldn’t be right, there had to be something wrong with the tests but your body was telling you it was right, your period was late, you were feeling nauseous most of the time and could hardly enjoy any of your regular favorite foods since the smells had you wanting to puke.

You had to sit down on the edge of the tub to compose yourself, it couldn’t be, you and Spencer had used protection each time!


You thought back to the last day of your vacation, didn’t both of you have hangovers that morning, you were pretty sure you both had gotten dizzy drunk the night before and you know you had sex but you could have sworn you used protection. Now looking down at the tests again you obviously didn’t.

How could you be so stupid?!

Tears started to well in your eyes and soon you were sobbing, you had no idea what you were going to do.

“___________?” Spencer’s voice said, startling you and you looked towards the open bathroom door to see him standing there looking worried. You didn’t even hear him come home, you were so out of it.

“S-Spencer.” Your voice cracked and you saw your boyfriends eyes land on the pregnancy tests.

Instead of walking away from you he came fully into the bathroom, sat next to you and took you into his arms where you continued to cry.

“I’m sorry.” You got out.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I’m scared.” You whimper, clinging to your genius.

“Me too but we’ll get through this together.”

Readers POV
Present Day

You walked up the corridor, files in the crook of your arm with saltine crackers laying on them, they were what calmed your stomach down but you weren’t as nauseous as you were in the very start of your pregnancy and you were glad to be back to eating most of your favorite foods again, minus the stuff your doctor told you not to.

You opened the door to the office and made your way to Spencers desk, you saw him and Emily talking. You smiled when the genius spotted you coming, a smile lighting his own face. He stood to embrace you, planting a kiss to your forehead and then a hand on your belly, you weren’t showing yet but Spencer still loved to touch it and, truth be told, you did as well. You blushed, looking around the pit, wondering if anyone noticed, they didn’t but then your eyes landed on Emily who was had a knowing smile on her face.

You turned and punched your boyfriend in the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?!”

“You told her, we were supposed to tell everyone at the same time,” you turned back to Emily to explain “We were going to have a party and announce it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.” She laughed, seeing the look on Spencer’s face.

“Telling anyone what?” Penelope asked, coming up behind you.

Shit, now you knew you really wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret until the party.

You sighed “Maybe we should just tell everyone now?” You asked, eyes shifting to your boyfriend who had a smile creeping back onto his face.

“I’m fine with that.”

“Of course you are because you can’t keep a secret.” You joked

“Hey, I kept it this long!”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Penelope voiced, making her presence known again.

“Sorry,” You smiled at her sheepishly as the father of your unborn child laughed and kissed the top of your head, at this point your conversation had drawn the attention of Derek and JJ.

“You tell them.” You said to the genius and he wasted no time.

“_______ and I would like to announce that we’re having a baby.” The smile never left his face which made you smile even brighter as he looked down at you, with both arms around your midsection and his hands gently rubbing your stomach, you leaned back against him more, having your back pressed closer his chest.

“Oh, my God,” Penelope basically squeal, coming closer to put her hand on your stomach as well. “I was wondering why you kept eating crackers, I would have never thought it was because you were pregnant but this is awesome, another little baby in the family!!”

“Congratulations, pretty boy, finally getting that family you’ve always wanted!” Derek said patting Spencer on the back.

“How far along are you?” JJ asked lifting herself up from the chair, she was pretty far along almost in her 8th month.

“Almost 2 months, just a few more days until then.” Instead of her touching your stomach you touched hers and giggled when you felt the baby kick, you couldn’t wait to get to that stage when you could feel your baby kick.

“Why is everyone grouped together?” A different voice asks, you all shift and turn to see Rossi walking in with Hotch.

“We’re pregnant!” Spencer informs excitedly.

You look up at your genius right when he looks down at you with a wide smile. It’s in that moment that you both realize that you’ll both be fine, you would have your doubts, just like any new parent did, but as long as you stuck together and had the help of your BAU family then you would be alright.

anonymous asked:

Omg all of that Flash vampire!AU stuff is the best! There really needs to be more vampire AU things. And that gifset of Len with the candles... All I can picture now is him as a vampire. I need it.

I decided to look through my old unfulfilled prompts to see if I could find anything for Halloween, since I am just not getting anywhere with my other fic ideas right now, probably because I’m distracted by NaNo starting tomorrow.

So have some vampire/werewolf AU fun, influenced by Underworld.


Humanity lives without the knowledge of the supernatural secretly running every aspect of their lives. Every major city is run by some supernatural group or another. Central City is run by vampires, particularly the vampire Eobard Thawne.

Other supernatural creatures are treated like lower class citizens within the borders of Central, often taken to Thawne as presents to be enslaved, or even killed on sight, especially werewolves, which Thawne considers an affront to his senses.

Thawne is obsessed with a particular line of vampires that has recently died off since the descendants are all human. He has been looking forward to claiming the last of that line – Barry Allen – as his own, but a lowly werewolf attack beat him to it.

Thawne orders his lackeys to collect Barry while he’s still in the midst of his first transformation. Barry tries to fight them off, and ends up injured, dying, not healing fast enough since the full moon is only just rising and he can barely control himself.

Then his caravan is attacked by the Rogues, a group of creatures led by the vampire Leonard Snart who doesn’t believe in Thawne’s bigotry, especially since his best friend Mick is a werewolf.

Finding Barry near death, not realizing who he is, Snart decides to risk something that will almost surely kill the kid, but it’s the only option left. He bites him and feeds him a bit of his blood. Barry is still transforming for the first time, there’s always a chance…

And then the unimaginable happens, because Barry does indeed survive, neither wolf nor vampire but something dark and beautiful in between.

Thawne wants Barry more than ever once he hears of this, but Len isn’t about to give him up. Not after seeing the way the boy’s eyes shimmered yellow as he struggled to transform through his wounded state, looking at Len pleadingly for help.

That young face, the long limbs, Len would have yearned for such a human mark on a dark night while feeding, would have welcomed such a lovely young werewolf into his troupe, but in the moment he’d wanted more—he’d wanted to save him, and Len had never been so altruistic before, usually stealing to get by, running his own streets as best he could, plotting against Thawne, but mostly just trying to survive.

He sank his fangs into the boy’s neck and was amazed that the blood didn’t taste rancid from coming death, or his changed state as an almost werewolf. It tasted sweet and addictive, enough that Len almost didn’t stop in time to in turn feed the kid some of his own blood.

The boy drank greedily but soon cringed, and convulsed, and passed out. But he didn’t die, and when Len saw that he was still breathing, he carried him back to his safehouse.

His fellows warned him that this was a mistake if Thawne’s men had been the ones bringing the kid in, but Len didn’t care. Even his sister seemed wary, but Len was entranced. When the kid came to, he screamed as a new transformation began to claim him, his wounds all healed now, but maybe the change would be enough to kill him after all. The moon was still full outside, and Len’s blood was in his veins. His body seemed confused as to how to reform, what shape to take.

In the end, Len could do nothing but stand back and wait until the kid stood on trembling legs, staring at himself in disbelief, his skin a deep black with the barest hint of red, his hair just as dark, ears pointed, his hands and feet claws though not as large as a werewolf’s. His eyes still glowed that beautiful yellow, slit now, his mouth filled with delicate fangs more like a vampire.

He was ethereal.

He looked at Len with wide eyes, his voice almost reverberating as he asked, “What am I?”

“Something new,” Len said. “I won’t hurt you. You were human before all this, weren’t you? Didn’t even know about the rest of us?”

“Y-You’re a vampire?”

“I am. And you are under my protection.”

Barry can’t feed from normal humans, he needs the blood of other supernatural creatures to sustain him, as well as normal food, though he can survive well enough eating large portions and taking a small amount of blood from Len each night.

In turn, Len can feed from Barry, and receive a boost in power when he does. Their relationship develops slowly as they avoid Thawne and work to find a way to bring him down before he captures Barry or kills him. Normally, Barry just looked like a regular human, but he learns to transform at will, becoming his dark blood-red self.

When he and Len first make love, Barry changes form within his passion and worries what Len might think, but Len loves it. He loves it even more when Barry bites him, and Len bites him back, and they lose themselves in each other.

Thawne is willing to turn the city upside down to reclaim Barry – who’s his, damn it, that power belongs to him, because he knew Barry’s line was powerful, but he didn’t know it was capable of THIS, and he wants that for himself. In the end though, with the sheer amount of creatures Len and Barry pull to their side, Thawne doesn’t stand a chance.

When Barry and Len defeat him, they take over running Central City, and make it a place where any creature is welcome.


Gone rogue | Liz/Ressler (Keenler) Fanfiction | The Blacklist

Title: Gone rogue
Rating: T
WC: 819
Characters: Donald Ressler, Elizabeth Keen, Red Reddington.
Pairing: Elizabeth Keen/Donald Ressler (Keenler)
Summary: AU | The last six months have been rough. Leaving the FBI, running around the world chasing Berlin and Tom, doing the kind of work for Red that would put them in jail for sure.
Author’s notes: Friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for all the mistakes you’ll probably find.
More notes: This was never meant to happen, I was just gonna write a few lines for this gifset I made and suddenly there were 800 words. It’s short and I probably could have written more (I have a lot of ideas about this) but I wanted to post it before the season finale. As always you can blame enalgunlugar for this, because we have talked a lot about what we want for the season finale and, as much as I love this idea, I’m sure it’s not gonna happen :(

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Thoughts on Root - Sam Groves growing up in Bishop

Harold: You’re a murderer and a thief.

Root: My mom told me to follow my talents, and I’m good at what I do.

The Contingency

Barb: Sam was 12. Funny kid. Lived with her mom outside town. Mom wasn’t well. I guess that’s why she always hung around the library.


Carter: Her mother died about ten years ago. So Sam left town, was never heard from again.

Bad Code

Lambert: Don’t you find it a tad sacrilegious to hold a man at gunpoint inside of a church?

Root: I’m not the religious type.

The Cold War

Root: You grew up motherless… and you suffered for it. Well… at least Julia has a mother. Because even a mom who kills people for a living is better than no mom at all.

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I’ve been collecting these bits of dialogue about Root and what Root said about herself. Most of what I’ll write are conjecture made from the scenes. Also, these are reference notes on Root and how I see her.

Taken all the dialogues together I have a patchwork idea of what Sam Groves life was in Bishop.

(I welcome people who are more knowledgeable about life in Texas to comment!)

Unfortunately dialogue trancripts and gifsets can only convey so much, tone doesn’t really carry into both. 

As an example the way Barb Russell described the Groves family IMO, there was a certain level of disdain when Barb told Carter about the Groves family living outside of town.

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The 100th Fic is here!

It is here, I have done it and I have tried to make it a particularly good one, but first I’d like to go a little mushy on you all and say something ;)

So I get a lot of peeps asking me how I write so much so fast and I’m going to clear that up right now by dedicating this fic, hell, this entire collection of fics to you lot on the Barduil trash heap.

Because cheesy as it sounds, you guys are the reason I can write so much so fast. Every single comment, every single tag, every reblog, every single kind word and note of encouragement, every time someone cheers me on in the askbox or comes especially to tell me they enjoyed something, every awesome prompt that hits my ask box and every time you guys say one nice thing about me - that is where my motivation comes from.

So for everyone who asks me to keep on writing barduil until I die? So long as you guys still want it and enjoy it and support me, I will literally never stop, you are all literally the source of my new found creativity and drive.

So this one is for every single one of you barduil trash bags out there.

Okay mush over, here it is, below the cut and as voted for by you a fic based on this gisfet

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And She For You, I Take It?

Thirty years ago, in the Enchanted Forest, Emma overheard a little fireside conversation between Princes Charming and Charles.

Rated M for some smut.


A very, very, very, very belated Gutter Flower Secret Santa to @laschatzi!! Thanks for being so patient when your original Santa fell through! I hope you enjoy your gift–a story and corresponding gifset! I wrote the fic, and @ive-always-been-a-pirate​ made the gifset with @optomisticgirl‘s assistance! Woohoo!

One thing that was weird about time travel (besides everything) was the fact that there was so much waiting involved. It felt weirdly out of place, like everything should be much more rushed and panicked.

Emma had finally fixed the bulk of the problem she had caused: Snow White and Prince Charming had met. A new problem—Snow White getting annihilated by the Evil Queen—had been narrowly avoided. Now she needed to help Snow White and Charming on the Troll Bridge (and figure what to do with her new, still-nameless friend from Regina’s dungeon).

And for now, everyone was just sort of chilling out, like they had all the time in the world or something. Snow White and Red (wow, did Ruby look different!) had gone off to chat and be besties, Killian was trying to set Jane Doe at ease (she seemed a little uncomfortable surrounded by these people who only sort of knew each other), and Charming was sitting across the fire from them, awkwardly glancing between her and Killian like he was expecting something.

How long was she going to have to wait before she could go back to Rumplestiltskin so he could help her and Killian get home?

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If it hasn’t been done already, can someone please make a parallel gifset of

Barry: So I’m asking you one last time, please, stop.
Iris: And I am asking you one last time to tell me what is really going on with you.
Why am I the only one of us who’s interested in this?
Barry: I guess, just, all this stuff with my family, I finally just put it behind me.
I’m asking you to also.
Iris: That may have been how this started, but it’s about something more than that for me now.
Whoever this streak is, wherever he comes from, I am not stopping until the rest of the world believes in him.

Barry: All right, guys, I don’t want any of you here right now.
Iris: Barry, everyone in this room cares about you, but we also care about this city.
We all want to make a difference, and that means fighting meta-humans, and that means working with the Flash.
You can’t deny us that.
Not anymore.

Something I love about Iris is that she asserts her agency. Even when people she loves try to get her to back down, she does what she thinks is right. I can’t take anyone who calls Iris “weak-willed” seriously because they’re obviously not watching the show. Iris is stubborn and assertive and strong-willed and I love it.

Also I love this parallel not only because assertive Iris, but because of what it means for Iris and the idea of hope and the bigger picture.

Iris West is the one who constantly tells Barry that the symbol of The Flash, what The Flash stands for, goes beyond just Barry. In 1.05, she didn’t know that Barry was The Flash. She wanted to write about this mysterious, impossible hero who was saving the city in secret to give her best friend hope. When said best friend asked her to stop, she tells Barry that “it’s about something more than that” – it’s about providing hope and belief to the rest of the world.

In 2.01, she knows her best friend and The Flash are one in the same, but she still asserts that it’s more than just Barry. She had two reasons for standing up to him:
1) She had presumably given him the space he needed and wanted to deal with his grief during those 6 months while she dealt with her grief, but she saw that he wasn’t moving past it and couldn’t do it alone anymore – she cares.
2) She cares about the city.
And this reflects in her response to him. She tells him that they care about him because he needs to hear the words of affirmation after months of beating himself up. But she reminds him that the rest of the team have motivations that go beyond just him – that it was their right to help protect the city in the ways that they and Barry had no right to strip them of their agency, Flash or not. She reminds him that they work with The Flash because what’s most important is making a difference - which is helping others and providing hope.

(And when Barry is an ass and faces Atom Smasher without his comm even after Iris’ speech, he’s punished for it and Joe vindicates Iris by saying she’s right and basically tells Barry to get his head out of his ass and to quit with his narcissistic man pain because everyone is a grown up who made their own decisions that day. I am extremely pleased by them telling Barry off and being positioned as in the right for it if you couldn’t tell 😌)

Anyway, while Barry/The Flash might be the symbol of hope, but Iris West is the ultimate believer and protector of that symbol. She is the first one to believe in Barry, the first one to believe in The Flash, the one who gets the city to believe in The Flash, and the one who helps Barry believe in himself.


“Cassie, You’ve said that Isabelle is who she is because of her growing up knowing about Roberts affair (because of Maryse telling her and also telling her to never trust a man, especially with her heart) and that Isabelle wouldn’t be Isabelle without that knowledge. But I’ve read somewhere that in the show Isabelle doesn’t know of Roberts affair and is in fact a daddy’s girl. Do you think that will change how she is portrayed? And do you think that will change who she is as a person in the show and that she will be different than book Isabelle (I mean different emotionally, mentally, and personality wise; not her not being portrayed as a badass)? Because that vulnerability of having known that at such a young age and having Maryse tell her to never trust a man is what made Simon actually see HER and see why she is the way she is or at least that’s how I saw it. It’s also what made her seem more real and less fantasy-like. — avalonsterling18

So since the Beyond the Shadows special aired, I have been inundated with these kinds of questions, as well as of course the usual stuff about how I could have “let” “them” make changes to the books, etc.

I thought it was time to reiterate what’s on my website, just because I want you to understand that this was my position before, and the situation before, and that it is the same, and nothing has changed.

Yes, Isabelle not knowing as she grew up about her father’s affair changes Isabelle very much, and alters her substantially from the character I created. Not just in the way Simon sees her, but in the way Isabelle’s character was shaped and formed: only growing up with the knowledge she has, not acquiring it later, would create Isabelle as we know her. You’re right.

I think it is very clear to everyone at this point that there have been many changes to the books in the TV adaptation, and that the characters are different, as is the story and how it unfolds. 

I can’t speak to the changes that have been made for this show, their extent or their repercussions, because I was not at all involved in the creation of this show. That is not because I did not want to have any input. I offered to be involved, tried to be and would have loved to be, but unfortunately that wasn’t on the table, and eventually I stopped looking at the scripts because there seemed no reason to if I could not comment on them in a meaningful way or effect any change. (There is one scene, in the pilot, that is there because of a discussion I had with McG, and I suspect when it airs you will know what that scene was.)*

I have decided to maintain positivity and hope for the best from the show, as nothing would be gained from my negativity. The show is the show, and nothing I say here or anywhere will change anything about it. While I know some things about it, there is much I don’t know, and I don’t believe in making up my mind without the whole picture, or misleading others with opinions that aren’t based on the full story.

Again on the topic of input: it is normal and not unusual for the author of the source material an adaptation is based on not to be consulted about the adaptation. The exceptions get most of the attention: Game of Thrones, Outlander. But they are exceptions. Here’s a discussion of “How involved is Thomas Harris, the author of Silence of the Lambs, with Hannibal?” The answer: “Not even slightly involved.” And he is a much more famous and powerful writer than I am.

Hollywood is built on hierarchy. In the case of television shows, the decisions are made by the show runner. I have noticed an interesting thing, and perhaps it is because the show has not aired yet, but most fan questions about the show are still directed at me, and the discussion about changes from the books vaguely references “the writers.” The person you are thinking of is Ed Decter. He is the showrunner.

From what I have seen, the names of showrunners are centrally and passionately known on tumblr. Everyone knows Jeff Davis is responsible for Teen Wolf. Julie Plec is responsible for The Vampire Diaries. Bryan Fuller is responsible for Hannibal. In that same way, Ed Decter is responsible for Shadowhunters. 

So yes, you are right about Isabelle, but I don’t know if it really helps anything for me to confirm that I agree. I understand why you would want to know my opinion and if I share your fears and concerns, and of course I have my own concerns. But I think my speaking to it or about it underlines the mistaken idea that I have some control, or some say, or had input and I did not.*

Therefore, with the hope of redirecting people toward the actual creators of this show, I will not be commenting on the show again until substantially after it airs. I won’t be answering questions, whether they are about characters’ hair color or plot changes or whether the show airs in Antarctica.  I can’t, because I do not want to be the person who speaks for a television show whose story I had no part in — when you are talking about an artistic creation, you should be talking to/about the creator, and that is not me.

I don’t mean I am going to ignore that the show exists; I’m always happy to reblog gifsets, and Instagram when I’m with the cast or crew so you can see what’s going on. But I am not going to answer questions that involve decisions made by people who aren’t me. Mostly what I am here for is to talk about books: I’m always excited to chat with you about characters, and about books past and upcoming, and I’m super thrilled about Lady Midnight and can’t wait for you to read it!

Whatever happens with the show, I’m always a writer first, and sharing the world of the Shadowhunters with all of you has been one of the great pleasures of my life. :)

* Actually, I did get some say in casting the main parts, and I very much like the actors. If the question is “Why did you get input into casting and not into the story?” — well, casting and writing are different departments. If the question is “Why did you let them do this or that” — there is absolutely no let. I had no choices and no more say than you.

** The scene I was talking about in the pilot was actually deleted before the pilot was aired. It was a scene from the books. Which goes to show, I do not have any say in the show or any knowledge of the changes they make when they make them.

Ed Decter: @edecter on twitter

Shireen Razack, story editor : @shireenwhynot on twitter

Olicity fanfiction: 'Morning after'

TITLE: Morning after

CHARACTERS: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak

SUMMARY: The morning after Oliver and Felicity sleep together for the first time.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Inspired by this gorgeous black-and-white gifset of Oliver waking up (you know which one I’m talking about)

DISCLAIMER: Oliver Queen and company belong to DC Comics.

She sat on the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, the other tucked under her. Part of her wanted to leave now and begin her walk of shame while no one was up yet to see it. She could do it, just quietly pick up her clothes, hide in the bathroom to change and then tiptoe out of the room. She’ll have to find her car, which could be a problem since she didn’t think the Queens still had valet parking at this time. Maybe she could just call a cab. Then she could just ask Oliver to send her car to her apartment. Or maybe to the foundry.

But that would mean talking to Oliver.

Which kind of defeats the whole tiptoeing out of the room and not waking him up thing.

Felicity sighed and turned her gaze away from the door. She didn’t see much of the room late last night when she and Oliver stumbled inside. Actually, she didn’t see much except for the bed. And Oliver.

She looked around the room, which was the size of her entire apartment. She was mildly surprised by the prevalence of nautical decorations. There were a couple models of ships, several paintings. She would have thought the sinking of the Queen’s Gambit would have put off the Queen family from anything water related.

She tried to find other things of interest in the room, but her gaze kept getting drawn to the man who occupied a good portion of the bed she was sitting on. He slept on his stomach, his arms hugging a pillow. He was turned away from her so she felt it was safe to look her fill. Scars criss-crossed his broad back. She remembered running her fingers over them last night. Part of the blanket that she was using as a rather immodest cover-up was draped over his lower half, obscuring his backside and legs. Felicity blushed as she remembered digging her fingernails into that taut ass at some point last night. She wondered if her marks would still be there and fought the urge to slide the sheet down just a little to see.

But even if they weren’t she still can’t pretend nothing happened. She and Oliver will have to talk. About this. About last night. What it means … if it even means anything. Oh God, what if it meant nothing, Felicity thought and felt tears prick her eyes. She’d fought so long and so hard to not want this. It just wasn’t in the cards, she’d repeatedly told herself. He goes for leggy, model types, like Isabel. And Laurel. Or women who kicked serious ass, like Helena and Detective McKenna. Oliver Queen does not have relationships with IT experts who have a tendency to babble. Even when he calls said IT expert his partner.

Felicity twisted her fingers together as tears silently fell down her cheeks. She should really leave now, she thought. She didn’t want Oliver to see her distraught over a romance that was all in her head. She braced a foot on the floor to stand up when Oliver stirred. She stopped and held her breath, suddenly afraid of what was to come.

Oliver turned his head toward her and smiled sleepily. “Hey,” he mumbled, lazily reaching for her.

Without thinking, Felicity took his hand. Then promptly tried to pull it back when she saw his eyes widen, suddenly alert. He scrambled to sit up, his body ready for action. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“What? Nothing? There’s nothing wrong,” Felicity stammered as she tried to get her hand back. It was no use, of course, as Oliver only tightened his grip and took the other hand as well.

“But you’re crying.”

“Oh this? Just allergies. Morning allergies. Oh look, at the time! I should go. Get ready for work. Don’t want to be late. My boss, he’s always late. But I don’t want to be.” She wrenched her hands from his grasp and stood up, fully intent on running toward the bathroom, where she could gather herself.

But Oliver was too quick. He bounced off the bed and landed right in front of her. “Felicity?” His voice was gentle as he stopped her with hands on her arms.

She stared at his chest. She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see his face. Didn’t want to see his concern. Or worse, his pity. “Oliver, please,” she whispered, pleading for what she wasn’t quite sure. Please let’s just pretend this didn’t happen. Please let’s go back to what we were before last night. Please be gentle when you break my heart.

Felicity didn’t know how long they stood there until Oliver stepped back and let her go. She wrapped the blanket around her a little more securely before stepping around him and heading for the bathroom.

“I’m sorry.”

The devastation in his voice stopped her and she slowly turned around. However much she hurt, she couldn’t stand it when he hurt.

“I’m sorry I screwed it up. I should have taken it slow. I should have asked you out to dinner. Asked you out on a date first. Several dates. I should have let you get used to the idea of us outside work, outside the foundry first before this,” he gestured toward the bed.

“But I just wanted to be with you. And I’ve waited so long to be with you. So last night … last night when you looked at me in the ballroom, I thought you felt it, too.”

Felicity was sure she was going to burst from all the emotion churning inside her. Us, he said. The idea of us.

“You want to be with me?”

“Of course, yes!”

“This wasn’t going to be a one-night thing?”

“No! Not if I can help it!”

Felicity looked up quickly  to check if the rafters shook from the force of Oliver’s shout.

“Wait, is that what you thought?” Oliver frowned.

She nodded slowly. “We didn’t really talk last night. There was that mind-blowing kiss outside on the terrace, then we were here and …” her voice trailed off. “I thought I was going to get the ‘because of the life that we lead, we’re better off as friends’ speech.”

Oliver shook his head and took her hands again. “I’m sorry for messing this up.”

Felicity squeezed his fingers. “You didn’t. I let my insecurities get away from me and talked myself out of the happiness I felt this morning.”

“Apparently, we share that gift.”

Felicity chuckled softly at his joke. Happiness. With him. It was right there for the taking. But she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure?”

Oliver pressed his lips gently against hers, “Are YOU sure? You’re getting a broken man who still needs fixing.”

Her lips curved into a smile. “I think we’ll be fine. We’ll be better than fine. We’ll be great.”

“You know what I thought when I woke up this morning,” Oliver asked as he tugged her back toward the bed. “Happiest day ever. I have my Felicity finally with me.”

Felicity laughed as Oliver dropped on his back, pulling her on top of him. “You are wearing too much blanket,” he growled as he nipped her shoulder while his hands tried to unwound the sheet.

“And you are wearing nothing at all.”

He just grinned. The man has no shame, Felicity thought. Thank the stars!

The end

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Sam, Dean, and ‘Purity.’

I just saw this gifset highlighting two instances in season eight where Sam and Dean used some form of the word ‘pure.’ I sort of wanted to respond on the gifset, but I think that’s a Tumblr etiquette no-no (?).

I found the two quotes the creator chose to be interesting. I wouldn’t quite call them parallels, since Sam and Dean used “pure” in completely different contexts. See for yourself:

DEAN: [8.01] There was something about being [in Purgatory]. It felt pure.

SAM: [8.21] Because these trials… they’re purifying me.

On a very basic level, there’s a slight difference in use. Dean uses ‘pure’ in an attributive, descriptive way. Sam uses ‘purifying’ to refer to an ongoing process. Sam is talking about his body; Dean is talking about a place and an experience. 

On an entirely different level, though, the sense in which both are using the word is not only entirely different, but very revealing about each character in ways that go all the way back to their respective childhoods.

Rambling under the cut. Character analysis and rampant speculation abound.

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