i hope i meet exceptions of others

When Love Isn’t Enough: Thoughts on AoS 4x20

I love FitzSimmons but I am really really glad they didn’t have the power of true love compel him to remember her. 

Because first of all, that’s not how the Framework works. None of the other characters ever remembered their Real World lives with the exception of Coulson, and he had a legitimately good reason for that - because his mind had already been tampered with through the TAHITI program. Your Framework self cannot remember your Real World life even if your Framework self meets someone who was important to you in the Real World. If it worked like that, let’s face it, Melinda May would have remembered Coulson the first time she laid eyes on his dorky schoolteacher self back in the rubble of that Hydra base. 

It also wouldn’t make sense because Framework Fitz is SO drastically different than Real World Fitz. Remember the context here. Remember that Framework Fitz has been taught not to buckle to “womanly sentiment,” remember that he carries all of Hydra on his shoulders, remember that he views betrayal as a capital offense. Jemma Simmons is not the love of his life here, she is a subversive who has evaded his capture and is working with the Resistance, she is a woman who murdered his father while he listened helplessly over the phone. Remember that in the Framework, Fitz loves his father, even if his father was cruel to him, even if his father abused him, Fitz still loves him because he is his father. 

I’m also glad they didn’t go down that route is because it would be so easy and so lazy. Fitz pulling a gun on Jemma and then lowering it when he remembers her - that’s the easy way out. Fitz pulling a gun on Jemma, shooting her in the leg, and being completely prepared to kill her - that’s so much more interesting. This forces us to see that this is NOT the Fitz we know. Jemma may have said once that he’s the awkward scientist she knows and loves, but that’s simply not true. He is NOT her Fitz. And it is so important that there are these distinctions between the Framework and the Real World because it raises the stakes and it really makes us consider the concept of agency and free will. Framework Mack chose to stay in the Framework, a world he knows is not real, because he chose to stay with his daughter. Because even if his daughter isn’t technically real, his love for her is real. And this is where it gets really interesting - Framework Mack chose to stay, Framework Coulson and May chose to leave, but Framework Fitz was forced to leave against his will. It’ll be really interesting in the last 2 episodes to see if any of Framework Fitz is left in Real World Fitz. I would love to see Fitz struggle with himself, with his relief at being back in the Real World but also his resentment at being forced to leave against his will.  

Here’s what I love most about Framework Fitz not remembering Jemma - it turns the concept of all you need is love on its head in a really great way. In general, I am not a fan of this trope because it’s so cheesy and rarely done right, and the thing I really like about this show is how it doesn’t ever really ever buy into that. We saw this with Skyeward, with Daisy and Cal, with season 2 Fitzsimmons, with May and Andrew, and with Mack and Yo-Yo. Ward believed his love for Skye was enough to make her understand him and even love him back, and she shot him four times and told him with no uncertainty that his love for her did NOT make his actions okay, that his love for her did NOT make her understand him, that his love for her was NOT enough. Framework Ward’s love is not enough for him to be happy with Framework Skye since she’s essentially be erased by Daisy. Cal thought his love for his wife and daughter justified the terrible actions he took in his quest to get them back and Daisy refused to buy into that, and though she did eventually grow to love him, their love for each other wasn’t enough to give them a happy ending as father and daughter. Fitz sacrificed himself to save Simmons and suffered severe brain damage as a result, and Simmons voluntarily leaved him in the hopes that he might recover faster without her. For both of them, their love for the other actually caused them to be without the other. Now, granted, Fitzsimmons did actually embody this trope when he went to an alien planet to save her, but they also ended up unleashing an ancient evil, so I think we can still say the trope has been subverted more often than not. May and Andrew also loved each other, so much so that she almost gave up SHIELD for him, but they were torn apart by his Inhuman counterpart and untimely death. And Mack chose one love over another - though Daisy told him he had people who loved him in the Real World, he still chose to stay in the Framework with his daughter. 

One thing is very clear - on this show, love is not always enough. It doesn’t fix everything, it’s not always the answer, it’s not the solution to every problem (this ain’t Once Upon a Time). It’s not always enough to keep two people together. It’s not always enough to be happy. 

On this show, love is not always enough. And that’s what makes this arc so interesting to watch.

Fic Prompt / Request: Uchiha Homecoming & the Konoha 11


Hello how are you? Do you think you can write a story where Sasuke and family meet all the other members of Konoha 11 and /or their children. I’d love to see how Sasuke interacts with the others since we’ve ve hardly seen him talk to any of them (except team 7 members I guess). I know you’ve got a good grasp of the characters personalities. And besides, it’s been so long since you wrote about anyone other than the Uchha family. Thanks! 

Keep reading

I imagined RGB meeting one of my ocs

titled: “meeting an other monster”

Window washing for a charity(at children hospital) Gramander AU

from ladyoftheshrimp replied to your post: Throw me some prompts

How about Newt washing windows for a charity thing dressed as a superhero for a children’s hospital and Graves is a doctor who keeps seeing him. They begin to mime at each other after a few chances meetings. Except Newt is awful at understanding mimes so eventually Graves has to hold up hand written notes. If only he didn’t have classical doctors handwriting.

This is cute! Alright, here you are. Thanks for this lovely prompt~ I hope you enjoyed reading this <3

LOL I couldn’t help myself)

They meet almost every week and Percival finds himself curious which superhero he’s gonna be next week. There’s a man who washing the window of this children’s hospital for charity, he always wears superhero suits and the kids always get excited when they see their favorite superhero.

The nurses adores him, like, too much and within first week everyone in the hospital talks about the superhero window washing guy. Percival has a chance to talk to him once because one of his patient, Jimmy, was sulking. Percival offered to Jimmy; if he’s good, then Percival would let Jimmy meet Spiderman. Jimmy said yes, so Percival met the window washing guy outside the building when his job was done one afternoon.

The man is, much to his surprise, an English man who has messy coppery curls and beautiful green eyes. He does look dreamy and worthy of all women in the hospital’s romantic fantasy. He has a strange name like Newt Scamander, yet Percival thinks it makes him more like a woman sci-fi sexual fantasy. Better than general romantic story, he guesses.

(He’s not going to be jealous or anything, because Percival Graves is more like a The-mom-of-these-children night time fantasy type.)

Jimmy is delighted and he looks happier than ever. Percival is also happy to see the kid happy like that. Though the doctor hasn’t had any chance to thank Newt for what he did to Jimmy (and for the hospital) as the man says it’s alright. Percival tries anyway, to invite him over for lunch or dinner.

Keep reading

Prompt/Request - Gal Friday [Pt 2]

Anonymous said:

Your stories are frigging awesome. I fell in love with Gal Friday and it’s the best boss and Asst fic I have ever read in any fandom. You made Sakura so Bamf without Mary sue tendencies. I am desperately hoping for a small sneak peek into Sakura and Sauce’s interactions at the office from Sauce’s Point of view. It can just be a one-shot as I know you are very busy. Take your time and keep up the awesomeness Kuri.

Keep reading

Buried Underneath (chapter 1/?)

Hey guys! So Juzen has totally grown on me over time, so I decided to write a fic a while ago. Here’s chapter 1 of it for JuminZen Week Day 1: Secrets! Hope you like it, and if you want to continue reading, the other chapters can be found here! Happy JuminZen week! 

I stare at the clock on the wall of my office, reading that it was 16:48. Exactly twelve grueling minutes until I am free to leave for the day. My day at work has consisted of the same tedious tasks that I’ve grown accustomed to doing every other day. Paperwork, meetings, more paperwork. Although the workload was a bit heavier, since it was Assistant Kang’s day off today. Everything is perfectly ordinary except for one thing.

I have been hearing my phone vibrating in the desk drawer that it’s been locked in all day. I did not like to take out my phone during work as it was unprofessional, and I didn’t take a lunch break today so I could get more work done. I have been shaking it off all day just assuming it was notifications from the RFA group chat. 16:51 now. Nine minutes until I can check.

I don’t want to just sit here since that will make the minutes crawl by even more slowly. I decide to spend a little time straightening out my office, making sure that everything is prim and proper and that nothing is out of place even by one centimeter.

16:55. My phone is still vibrating like mad in the drawer. I feel a strange, almost foreboding feeling. I just continued to straighten everything out. What the hell could be going on? Other than Assistant Kang, shouldn’t everyone either be in work or school right now?

16:58. I begin to feel a little bit nauseous. Why is it that I’m afraid to pick up the phone?

It’s probably just Yoosung talking about his dumb game, or Luciel telling some unfunny jokes. More likely, Zen is posting selfies and Assistant Kang is gushing over them telling him how handsome and talented he is. I roll my eyes and give a half-hearted chuckle to myself at the thought.

Zen and I butt heads constantly as our personalities, lives, and upbringings are so different from each other. I don’t know if he feels the same, but deep down, Zen has always been like a brother to me. The RFA wouldn’t be the same without him, no matter how much we may argue.

“Calm down, you’re worrying for nothing,” I think to myself. I repeat this mantra until the clock finally reads 17:00.

I immediately grab the key, unlock the drawer, and pull out my phone. Fifty missed calls and 27 text messages. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. What the hell is this…? I decide to call Assistant Kang to inform me of what’s happening, since many of the missed calls are from her. I only hear one ring before she answers.

“Mr. Han!” she exclaims, and it is easy to detect the worry in her voice.

“What’s happened?” I ask her plainly.

I hear her shuddering breaths before she speaks, as if she’s trying not to break down. This made my heart drops even further. Something terrible has happened.

“It’s Zen…,” she choked out. “He’s been in a terrible accident. He was on his motorcycle and was run off of the road. He’s alive, but in critical condition.” Her voice breaks, and lets out a sob. “They aren’t sure if he’ll pull through, Mr. Han.”

The shock of this information makes my entire body go numb. I can’t feel anything other than blood rushing to my head and the nausea. The only thing I can mutter out is, “Zen?”

I could hear Assistant Kang sniffling on the other line. “Luciel, Yoosung, and V are at the hospital right now. Since Zen has no close family, we were discussing all of us going there and supporting him.”

After a while, I look down and realize I’ve clenched my hand so hard that my knuckles have turned white. I unclench my hand and it begins to shake. My breathing begins to quicken and my thoughts are all over the place. I can’t allow Assistant Kang to know of my emotions.

I steady my breathing and gather my thoughts, finally telling Assistant Kang, “Alright. I’ll call Driver Kim. Are you home? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Yes, I’m home…,” she replies quietly. “Mr. Han, are you feeling okay?” I must not be doing a good enough job at hiding how I feel. Assistant Kang has been around me enough to know when something has disturbed me, so I should be trying a little harder.

“I’m fine. I’ll be there soon. Please be ready,” I say stoically and hang up immediately after. I call Driver Kim and tell him I need to be driven to the hospital to see my ailing friend.

I should be going to the building’s lobby to wait for Driver Kim, but can’t bring myself to move my legs. I end up collapsing on the floor and resting my head on my knees.

“Why do you have to be such an idiot, Zen?” I’m thinking to myself, feeling my blood boil. “Those motorcycles are dangerous and you know it. Why do you ride them? Why did you do it?” I punch the wall next to me. This can’t be happening. Not one of our own. Not Zen.

I hear a knock on my office door and immediately pick myself up. “Come in,” I say. In walks an unfamiliar young man, probably a temp or intern.

“Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you but I heard a bang and I was wondering if you were alright?” the man asked with wide eyes, clearly concerned.

Shit. He must have heard it when I punched the wall in my anger. “I’m fine, I just dropped something,” I lie. He simply nodded and closed the door behind him. I suppose I should be thankful to him, since this prompts me to get up and walk to the lobby. On my way down, I try my best to avoid any contact with the other employees. I can barely bring myself to walk right now let alone hold a conversation with somebody. Just as I walk in the lobby, I see Driver Kim’s car pull up to the front of the building with impeccable timing.

We greet each other as we normally do, and I ask him to drive to Assistant Kang’s house. Driver Kim knows that it’s best to not ask any questions when I’m bothered, which I’m incredibly grateful for.

We pull up to Assistant Kang’s apartment complex, and I text her letting her know we’re outside. When she emerges from the doors she is clearly a bit disheveled, hair slightly messy and clothes much more casual than I’m used to. Upon a closer look, her eyes are red and her cheeks are stained with tears. I’ve never seen her like this and never imagined that I ever would. I give her a knowing stare and she shivers.

“I apologize for my appearance, Mr. Han,” she mutters to me, avoiding my gaze.

“No need, I understand given the current situation,” I tell her, and rub my eyes with my thumb and index finger. The rest of the drive is silent until we arrive at the hospital.

This was my first time ever at a hospital in all my years of living. I’ve never been sick or injured and neither has anyone close to me. We are all well taken care of. I am only hoping that Assistant Kang fails to pick up on how anxious I’m feeling upon entering the emergency department.

Assistant Kang talks to the receptionist and asks for the room Hyun Ryu is staying in and we begin walking to the room in silence afterwards. Assistant Kang knocks on the door and it is opened by Yoosung, tears brimming his eyes.

“Hey guys…,” he tries to smile at us but fails miserably. He just looks like he’s in pain. “how’s it going?” Trying to make small talk in this situation? Although, what else can you do, I suppose…

Without even thinking about it, I immediately ask about Zen. “How is he? What are his injuries?” The tears spill from Yoosung’s eyes after I speak. Luciel walks up next to Yoosung and wraps his arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

Luciel lets out a deep sigh before explaining what’s going on. His eyes are a little red as well. “The doctor says Zen has two broken legs, four broken ribs, internal bleeding, and possibly some spinal damage.” My heart sank with each thing he listed off. “He may make it through, but the doctors don’t know if he’ll ever walk again if he does make it…” Luciel trailed off.

Next to me, Assistant Kang burst into tears. Luciel wraps his other arm around her and she buries her face in his neck. I stand there fiddling with my cuff links, trying to do anything to comfort myself. Then it dawned on me.

“Where is V?” I ask after realizing my old friend was supposedly here but not part of this group.

“He’s sitting next to Zen’s bed, around the corner,” Luciel tells me.

I take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to see. I decide to just go for it, and turn the corner to wear Zen is laying. The sight makes my stomach turn and bile begins to rise up in my throat.

There lies Zen, hooked up to all kinds of machines, face bloody and swollen, both legs in slings, and with little lacerations and bruises all over his body. V is sleeping in a chair next to him, with his hand resting on top of one of Zen’s wrapped ones. I can’t help but let out a gasp at what I’m looking at.

Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up and he’s in the chatroom posting selfies like he normally is. Please tell me this isn’t real.

“Jihyun.” I say, putting my hand on V’s shoulder and shaking it lightly.

V stirs a bit before I can see him slowly opening his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Jumin,” he whispers, “I’m very glad you’re here. How are you doing?”

I immediately wanted to scold him for still not having gotten the eye surgery, but decided that was probably not the best thing to do at the moment. “I could be better. It’s been a while. How are things?” I asked him, trying to follow Yoosung’s example to lighten the mood as much as I could.

“Same as they always are,” he sighed, turning back to Zen. V seemed so dejected, so frail and broken. He already went through losing Rika and it had taken such a toll on him. He wasn’t the same cheery and full of life Jihyun Kim that I used to know. Can he really handle possibly losing Zen?

Could I really handle possibly losing Zen?

I felt something funny in my throat, like a lump. I tried hard to swallow it down, but it just kept coming back up at the thought of Zen not pulling through this. The RFA was practically family to me, and family is an important part of me.

Losing Zen would be like losing a part of me.

“Jumin…” V breathed, standing up and placing his hand on my cheek. “You’re crying?”

I flinched away from him quickly, not even realizing the tears that were flowing down my face. I grab one of the tissues that was sitting on the table next to the bed. I wiped off my face, silently praying that no one would turn the corner and see me like this. According to Zen, I was a “stone cold robot” anyway. God, what I wouldn’t give for us to go back to our regular bickering. Why the hell couldn’t I pull myself together? Get your shit together.

V looks at me, his eyes full of concern and surprise. Even though we knew each other for over twenty years, he had never seen me cry. Not even when Rika died.

I feel like I have so much to say, but can’t figure out what it was. Looking at my old friend’s worried face, knowing everything that he had been through, makes me want to break down and open up. But I just can’t do it. So I keep it all inside me as I always do. It’s better this way, right?

“Jumin,” he repeats, sounding oddly stern, “tell me.”

More tears flow. How much longer could I keep this up? I shake my head at him like a child. Why the hell was I acting like this?

“Jumin,” he says a third time. But this time, he does something that catches me totally off guard. He walks right in front of me and pulls me in for a hug. “Please don’t hold it in. We’re all hurting and we all know that you are too.”

After a few seconds, I hug him back, oddly comforted by the physical contact. I rest my chin on his shoulder and just let myself cry, and in a second breaking down all of the walls that I had previously built.

“V…,” I manage to get out in between my cries, still hoping to God that the other three were having their own conversation and wouldn’t turn the corner, “I can’t handle losing anyone else. He’s like my brother…”

V breaks away from me and looks at me with a piercing gaze. “Then you should tell him that.”

I look at V quizzically. “Why would that make a difference now?” I question. “He’s unconscious. He won’t hear me.”

“He’ll hear,” V states matter-of-factly. “Maybe that’s something Zen wants to know. You’ll regret it if you never have the chance to tell him”

I pause, not knowing what to say to that. V had gone through loss, so maybe I should trust him on this?

He grabs his cane and walks passed me to where the other three are standing. Assistant Kang is still sobbing with Luciel’s arm wrapped around her. “I can’t bring myself to see him like this,” she cries.

V walks up to the three and puts his hand on Assistant Kang’s shoulder. “Jaehee,” he says softly, “we all understand. It isn’t an easy sight to see. I was going to go get some food. Maybe you’ll feel better after a little walk and a bite to eat. Plus, I need someone to help me get there,” he chuckled lightly.

“Of course, V, I’ll gladly help,” Assistant Kang says, cracking a small smile.

V turns to Luciel and Yoosung. “Would you two like to come as well?”

I see what you’re trying to do, V.

“Yeah,” Yoosung says, “I’m starving. But what about Jumin?” Everyone looks to me.

“I’d… like to stay here with Zen. I don’t want to leave him alone.” I say, starting to no longer care about hiding my emotions at this point.

Everyone stared at me as if I had two heads. “Well then!” Luciel says, smiling. “Alright, we’ll be back! Let us know if you need anything.” Then they walk out, leaving me alone with Zen.

I turn my head to face Zen’s broken body, my stomach turning again as I stare. I hate seeing my friends in pain. I hate seeing Zen this way. “Please wake up from this nightmare,” I think to myself.

I sit down in the chair, and work up the courage to place my hand on top of Zen’s just as V had. His hand twitches a little at the contact, which startles me.

“Still messing with me even in a coma, hm?” I say to him with a small smile. “How typical of you.” I sigh. What was I supposed to say to him? How could I tell him everything that I felt? He wasn’t even awake.

“Zen, what you did was really stupid. And I think that you know that so I’m not going to waste too much time lecturing you,” I chuckle a little bit. “But you know I would only do that out of love, right?” I swallow the lump in my throat again.

“Zen…,” I begin, tears brimming my eyes, “no matter how much we bicker, no matter, how much we fight, no matter how rude I may seem… You are still like my brother and one of my closest friends. Without you, the RFA would never be the same. You’re a good person who goes out of his way to help the ones that he loves, which is exactly what an RFA member should be. We can’t continue to exist without you…” My voice cracks and the tears start flowing yet again.

“I’ll help you through your recovery any way I can. I will help with medical bills, I’ll send you maids and a body guard so you can focus on getting well, I’ll do anything! Just please wake up!” I practically beg him.

After that, I’m kind of expecting him to magically wake up like you see in those cheesy movies, but no such luck.

“Zen…,” I cry. “Please don’t make me lose you too…”

littlestr  asked:

I love the gangs meeting up under the bridge! Maybe there's a perfectly good reason for it, but it just seems so dramatic! Like, you go to the same school! Just talk to each other! But, no, spread the word that you want to see them, and then meet in a desolate location. It's so dramatic I absolutely love it! I hope there was no reason for it except being dramatic and extra xD

ahaghsadvs  yep they love being overly dramatic 

Comments and Notes on ‘Lost’ and associated comics

Finally made a full compilation of all the relevant comments and replies I’ve made on @maxladcomics  ‘s Lost comics and all others associated with it. This is mostly for my own reference, however, I’ve been told people found these notes interesting and helped them understand the plot further, so feel free to give them a read :D

Please note this is the cut down version and it will be updated as I gather more comments later on. Be warned this is VERY long.

Keep reading

Nice to Meet You

Title: Nice to Meet You

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 383

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I got some Gibbs fluff for ya! I hope you all enjoy it! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 Also don’t forget about the Christmas Drabble list! Which you can find here!  Send some in <3

You strolled into the squad room, looking for Tony.  It seemed that everyone was gone, except for Tony and one other person.  He did tell you to come to the squad room, but why were there only two people here?  You padded over to Tony’s desk, “hey there Tony!”  You made sure not to speak too loudly; you didn’t want to disturb the other man sitting in the bullpen.

Tony’s smile was wide and filled with excitement.  “[Y/N],” Tony exclaimed, jumping out of his chair.  He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around.  “It’s so great to see you!  It’s been too long!”

Gibbs looked up from his desk, studying you with his eyes.  Your curves caught his eye.  His icy blue orbs traveled down your curves, admiring them closely.  Gibbs had never seen you before.  Gibbs cleared his throat, standing up, “DiNozzo?”

Tony’s attention was pulled over to his boss.  Tony brought you over to Gibbs’ desk, “boss, this is [Y/N].  I’ve known her ever since we were kids.”

You shook the Marine’s hand, “you must be the famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”  Your smile was warm and inviting.  “I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

Gibbs’ cheeks flushed a light pink, a smirk spreading across his lips.  “Nothing terrible I hope,” he joked.

“Mostly good things,” you mused.

Tony laughed nervously, “[Y/N]…”

“Relax Tony,” you laughed.  You noticed how handsome he looked in his suit jacket and polo.  “Tony didn’t mention how handsome you were,” you mimicked his smirk.

The Marine chuckled, “thank you [Y/N].  How long are you in town for?”

“I’m here for a week, visiting Tony,” you stated, flashing a smile at Tony.  “It’s nice to see an old friend.  He’s been too busy to come visit, so I decided to visit D.C..”

“Well I hope we see each other again,” Gibbs smirked.

“Okay well [Y/N] and I have to go,” Tony muttered, tugging at your arm.

You handed Gibbs a card with your number on it.  “Call me some time,” you spoke, your voice soft.  

“See ya later Gibbs,” Tony huffed, pulling you along.

Gibbs waved goodbye, glancing down at the card in his hand.  With a smirk, he slid your card into his coat pocket.

Tag List: @the-real-tony-stank@cyrilconnelly@mija-novella@saranasai@trashforwinchesters@ivvitm1109

Support Group for People Unfairly Maligned in Historical Fiction

Edward II: Greetings, everyone!  I’m Edward of Caernarfon, as you probably all know - do feel free to call me Ned - and I’m your moderator for this, the second meeting of all of us unfortunate historical folks maligned in fiction of the twenty-first century.  We’re here to share our pain, and to share the sillinesses perpetuated about us written hundreds of years after our deaths.  I’ll get us started.  As well as all the unfair and wildly untrue things about me I shared at our last meeting, there’s some new stuff.  According to one novelist, I react to things by ‘snivelling’ and am a coward who runs away from the battlefield of Bannockburn and is too afraid to fight, even though in reality I had to be dragged protesting from the field and fought 'like a lioness deprived of her cubs’ right in the thick of battle.

Piers Gaveston: Pretty damn sure I never saw you snivel, Ned.  I bet the terribly heterosexual manly hero Roger Mortimer doesn’t 'snivel’ in that novel, eh?

Edward II: Damn right, he doesn’t.  That same novel also accuses me of cowardice because I don’t beat up my wife, which was a real lolwut?? moment, I tell you.

Margaret Beaufort: May I have the floor, Ned?  I, apparently, am a religious maniac with a weirdly anachronistic Joan of Arc fetish - why? I mean, why?! - which I have to talk about every five minutes.  I mysteriously forget that I’m the countess of Richmond all the time.  But worst of all by far, I’m meant to have had Edward IV’s two sons murdered in the Tower of London so that my own son Henry Tudor could become king.  Because obviously I knew that Richard III’s son would conveniently die young a few months later and clear the path to the throne, and I could stroll in and out of the most fortified and well-guarded stronghold in the country and murder two princes without anyone noticing.  Yup.  Invisible Superwoman, that’s me.

Edward II: That’s awful, Margaret!  You mean people are willing to accuse you of the cold-blooded murder of children when there isn’t the tiniest shred of evidence whatsoever?

Margaret Beaufort: Indeed there are, plenty of them.  There are also people on modern social media who call me a 'snake’ and express a wish that I’d died in childbirth and my son with me.  I was thirteen at the time.  Yes, there really are people out there who wish a thirteen-year-old had suffered a painful death in childbirth.  It seems that they forget we were human beings with feelings too.

George, duke of Clarence: Hey, everyone!  Talking about blatant ways of making us appear really unlikeable and horrible, I’d like to protest at the way novelists in the twenty-first century portray me as this ridiculously one-dimensional alcoholic wife-beater.  That’s all there ever was to me, apparently.  Alcoholism.  And wife-beating.  I never even laid a finger on Isabel!

Henry VII: There’s this one novel where my mother Margaret Beaufort - who just hasn’t been maligned enough, apparently - tells me to rape my fiancée Elizabeth of York before we marry to make sure that she can become pregnant.  If she can’t, I’m to marry her sister Cecily instead.  Still trying to figure that one out - am I supposed to go through all the sisters until I find one who gets pregnant and then marry her?  Just so darn weird.

Elizabeth of York: Wait, let me see that one!  Oh yeah, I remember now, the novel where I spend half the time mooning over my lost uncle Richard III, who I was totally in love with, allegedly, and refer to constantly as 'my lover’.  My uncle.  There is not enough eeeewwwww in my vocabulary.

Henry VII: I’m depicted as this pathetic little mummy’s boy half the time.  And I’ve been trying to block the horror of it out of my mind, but there’s another novel that has me - get this, folks - drinking the blood of young men.  Like wuuuuuuh?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: You don’t know what?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know what I don’t know.  I don’t know anything.  Say anything to me and I’ll reply that I don’t know.

Elizabeth Woodville: Hey, everyone, did you know I’m a witch?  Witch witch witch.  Who makes witchy things happen all the witching time.  Because I’m a witch.  A witchy witch who does lots of witchy things.  On every witchy page of the witchy novel about how I’m a witch.

Anne Neville: I’m getting pretty annoyed with the way I’m almost always depicted as terribly frail, to the point where I faint or collapse about every five minutes.  Yes, I died young, but that doesn’t mean I’d been a permanent invalid all my life, people!  Yeesh, it’d be great to have someone write me as though I had an actual backbone and some personality, instead of as this weak feeble fainting little…thing.

Edward of Lancaster: True, and it’d be nice if someone would acknowledge that you didn’t necessarily spend your entire marriage to me weeping and wailing over Richard of Gloucester.

Anne Neville: I did a little bit at first maybe, just a tiny little bit, but I soon got used to the idea of being queen of England one day.  That was pretty cool.  Something else modern novelists never seem to realise about me is that maybe I had a bit of ambition and quite fancied being a queen!

Edward of Lancaster: Yeah, we kind of got used to being married to each other and didn’t mind it at all, did we?  And you know, it’s so unfair when a throwaway bravado comment you make when you’re still practically a child is then used for the next half a millennium as though it represents the sum total of your personality and is constantly used to present you as a sadistic murderous psychopath.  Modern people, would you like it if someone took one of your sulky adolescent pronouncements as though it’s representative of your entire life and attitudes?

Henry VI: And when one remark by one visitor to England, simply reporting a rumour he had heard that I supposedly said that my son Edward was fathered by the Holy Ghost, is taken that my son absolutely must have been fathered by someone else other than me.  As though my wife Margaret of Anjou isn’t maligned enough!

Margaret of Anjou: Oh, you mean I actually have a name?  Like seriously?  I thought I was just called 'the bad queen’.  Voice dripping with sarcasm here.

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: Afraid we’re running out of time and will have to wrap this up now, folks!  Hope you all feel somewhat better after getting this rubbish off your chests, and take care until the next meeting of the Support Group for People Maligned in Historical Fiction!  Goodnight!

- Kathryn Warner from her blog edwardthesecond.blogspot.com (excepts about the Wars of The Roses historical fiction)

anonymous asked:

ok lis sooo since you've done it for Halbum and MITAM, can you do fics as sons in Four???? they are seriously SO good! love you!

Steal My Girl

Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away

  • Nameless Night : For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate.
    Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn’t receive the same date. 

Ready to Run

This time I’m ready to run
Wherever you are is the place I belong

  • Finding LouLouis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him. 

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Counted all my mistakes and there’s only one
Standing out from the list of the things I’ve done

  • Empty SkiesFor three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfill his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?


We made a start
Be it a false one, I know
Baby, I don’t want to feel alone

  • Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes : A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. 

Girl Almighty 

There’s something happening here,
I hope you feel what I’m feeling too
I’d get down on my knees for you 

  • Loving You Is Free : Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry. 

Fools Gold 

And I knew that you turned it on for everyone you met
But I don’t regret
Falling for your fool’s gold

  • Young & Beautiful : Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 

Night Changes

We’re only getting older, baby
And I’ve been thinking about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?

  • Learning to BreatheHe’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out. 

No Control

And I don’t care it’s obvious
I just can’t get enough of you

  • Switch Out The BatteriesTwo years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry’s just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.


I think I’m gonna lose my mind,
Something deep inside me, I can’t give up

  • Speaking of MarvelsAU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors’ son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling. 


Spaces between us hold all our secrets

  • Emperor’s New Clothes : Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

Stockholm Syndrome 

I know they’ll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I’m getting used to
Being held by you 

  • Wanted MostLouis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don’t understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. 


I know you said that you don’t like it complicated
That we should try to keep it simple
But love is never ever simple no

  • As You AreAU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

Change Your Ticket

Come on let me change your ticket home,
Don’t go, it’s not the same when you’re gone

  • When You Look Like ThatLouis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.


No baby this is not an illusion
I’ve really got my heart out on my sleeve

  • Come Along With Me : An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn’t believe in such a thing. 

Once in a Lifetime 

When I close my eyes
All the stars align
And you are by my side 

  • My Heart Is Beating For This Moment In TimeWhen Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

Act My Age

I can count on you after all we got up to
‘Cause I know that you truly understand
I won’t act my age, no, I won’t act my age

  • EscapadeIn the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
How to Lose Your Job in Less Than 10 Minutes

Summary: Cas comes to visit your workplace and you couldn’t be more excited. That is, until one of your coworkers decides to flirt with you.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2,100+

Warnings: DIRTY TALK THAT IM ACTUALLY PROUD OF, Cas has a prayer kink (is that even a thing? I’m making it a thing), smut, language, jealous!cas.

A/N: so this is actually based off of me and a dream I had the other day. I really do work at a gourmet espresso shop, and I have a massive crush on one of my coworkers, except he has a girlfriend lol. also, this was supposed to be shorter but WHOOPS got carried away. anyways, I hope you all enjoy my personal little fantasy ;)

Originally posted by tallyiaboo

It was Cas’ first time visiting you at work, and you were beyond excited for him to finally see what you did outside of hunting and meet some of your coworkers.

Keep reading

Breaking The Bad Boy - Alex Turner Imagine

an imagine where y/n is meeting alex turner from arctic monkeys for the first time? i don’t have anything specific in mind, except that he’s the one swooning over y/n and not the other way around. he just loses his classic tough-guy confidence the second he has to talk to them. thank you in advance <3

A/N: i’m not quite sure if this is very in character bc i don’t know a lot about him except that he seems super rad so i hope this is alright dear!! 

“He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire night,” your friend, Tia, leaned her body over the table, whispering the words into your ear over the small rumble of elevator music that had played on repeat for the entirety of the night in the small coffee shop the two of you had decided to go to, “He’s so hot,” she pulled away. Flicking your eyes to the corner of the room, you caught a stare of the mysterious man that sat in a dark black leather jacket, his dark eyes watchful over your every movement. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Spain, have you heard of the compliment game? You have to go around a circle and say something nice about everyone, and you can't repeat or give backhanded compliments! What would you say about the other nations on this blog?

No, I never heard of it! What a great idea. Everyone on this blog?
Hrmmm let’s seeeeee…Well everyone is pretty nice! The World Meetings we attend can be crazy, but they all mean well. They are all my friends! What can I say about them? They are so much fun to hang around with! Especially at bars!
I love them all!

Except England. I hope he spends his birthday alone tomorrow. 

…Did I lose the game since I didn’t compliment everyone?

Jaime Lannister x Reader Imagine

[Imagine: You’re a maid at court and you serve Cersei Lannister. Her brother Jaime, however, and you are secretly meeting. Of course you are not allowed to have a relationship so you keep it a secret.]

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is not too hot today and a soft breeze brings fresh air into the Queen’s chambers. 
“But it smells like shit. It always smells like shit.”, the Queen says. You smile a little. 
You look at the slowly setting sun and you wonder when the Queen will send you away again. It’s just not your day to be in company of other Ladies.
You want to see Jaime, want to be in his company only for the rest of the day.
The last time you met was two days ago when he told Cersei that the maester wanted to see you. 
A rather dumb excuse but no one noticed.

At the end of the day you sit in your own small chamber, painting the view from your window.
You’ve got a lot of freedom at court since you are the daughter of a Riverlands Lord.
You hear someone knocking the door. “Come in.”, you say and brush the paint off the brush.
As you turn around, your eyes finally meet his again.
“Finally, I thought you wouldn’t come.”, you say under your breath and run to him.
He takes a look behind him and closes the door.
Before he says another word, Jaime takes your face in his hands and kisses you.
How much you missed these soft lips meeting yours. How much you missed his smell, his voice and his bare presence.
“I couldn’t come to see you the last days, (Y/N)”, he says and takes his Kingsguard armour off. “There was no proper excuse for just disappearing for a few hours.”
“I understand, love.”, you say and take his hand so he comes to sit at the window with you.
“I’m afraid someone might see us if we sit there.”, Jaime says and leads you back to sit on your bed.
“You’re right, sorry.”, you whisper.
“No need to be.”, he says and kisses you again. The Jaime you know is so much different from the Jaime who wanders around court all day.
He’s not as arrogant as he is in his all day life when he is with you. Not as vain, rather vulnerable.
“So how’s your day been?”, you ask him. You can’t stop smiling like a little girl when you’re with him.
“Ah, how they usually are.”, he answers and plays with your hair. “I just stood guard in front of the door while the King was…having a good time. How was your day, my love?”
You laugh a little. You know how much it depresses Jaime that he cannot be the knight he would like to be.
“I was in the gardens with your sister. It was honestly not as stressful as usually, I think she’s doing good the last days.”, you tell him. “How long can you stay?”
“I can stay the night if you don’t mind. When the sun rises I’ll have to go but…there’s enough time for us before that.”, he says and kisses you again.

Nights with Jaime are always romantic. Well, as romantic as they can possibly be for two people meeting in secret.
Your only fear is that maybe one day you’ll get pregnant from him. You are not allowed to lie with a man just like Jaime isn’t allowed to lie with a woman.
He always promises you that he’s careful (and you know he is) but you can never be sure.
“But what if?”, you ask him while he puts on his Kingsguard clothes again. You’re still in bed since it’s not your time to get up. “I mean - I’m just a little scared.”
“No need to be.”, Jaime says and kisses you on the forehead. “And even if - then we’ll just run away together.”
You laugh quietly. Why is he never taking this one fear seriously?
“Gods, you’re adorable when you’re sleepy.”, Jaime whispers. “We’ll meet again soon, I promise.”
You breathe heavily. “You promise a lot, Jaime Lannister.”

This time five days go by before you manage to meet again.
Jaime told his fellow Kingsguard knights that he had to do stuff for his father’s politics at Casterlyrock and you simply told Cersei you didn’t feel well because of your period.
“One day I want to be with you without hiding.”, Jaime says as you watch the moon shine on the ocean at night in your chamber.
“Do not wake hope in me, Jaime.”, you whisper. “You made a vow and I am to marry some other Lord one day, whenever my father decides.”
“You’re not going to marry anyone. Not in this life are you going to marry anyone except for maybe…me.”, Jaime says and kisses you on the cheek.
“You know we can’t.”, you say and your voice sounds so cold.
“My father always wanted me to be his heir and to have children so our line lives on. He wouldn’t mind. And what better match could your father hope for? You’d be Lady of Casterlyrock, a Lannister. (Y/N) Lannister.”
“You’re a dreamer, love. A complete dreamer. Your father has another son and my father has a daugher who will one day become Lady of Riverrun.”, you say.
“Riverrun?”, Jaime mocks you. “Riverrun? What is some silly trout compared to a lion?”
“I love how decent you are.”, you say sarcastically but kiss him, anyway. 
“No, come on, (Y/N). We’ll make it. One day, note my words! One day we will be in the sept and we’ll speak the words.”, he says. “I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.”
You don’t want to speak against him.
Therefore you love the thought too much.

anonymous asked:

Hey Lisa! This whole week of ot4 just completely attacking us I've been getting a little anxious. Especially the whole lyric mess that was yesterday lol anyways I've found reading fic kind of helps me calm down and focus on other things. I recently read ur pirate fic and it cleansed my soul (LITTLE DOVE??!!!¡?). I was wondering if you have any fics you've read recently that you would recommend? (If you have the time of course!) Thanks darlin!


Nameless Night 155k by green_feelings

For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate.
Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn’t receive the same date.

Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

Perfect Storm  80k by cherrystreet 

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Through Struggles, To The Stars 80k by thedeathchamber

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right.
A Star Trek-inspired AU.

Loving You Is Free 68k by littlelouishiccups

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

Finding Lou 60k by stylinsoncity

Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.

anonymous asked:

Hello how are you? Do you think you can write a story where Sasuke and family meet all the other members of Konoha 11 and /or their children. I'd love to see how Sasuke interacts with the others since we've ve hardly seen him talk to any of them (except team 7 members I guess). I know you've got a good grasp of the characters personalities. And besides, it's been so long since you wrote about anyone other than the Uchha family. Thanks!

Here! I hope it tides you over a bit until I can get back to writing general fics about other people in Konoha ^_^

anonymous asked:

re: your chasing the butterflies post :) sometimes long term relationships require a "friends first" approach. just make friends with no ulterior motive. avoid dating apps & bars -- join a club or take a class. it will lead you to ppl you have something in common with, in a setting where dating is not the purpose of the gathering. this way, no pressure, just innocent fun and plently of time to get to know someone. sometimes the butterflies take a while to emerge from the cocoon. be patient :)

….i gave that advice to a friend of mine and the first weekend intensive thingy she went to, she found a wonderful guy and they’ve been together for like 5 years now. that may be an exceptional story but she tried meeting people the other ways for a year and it wasn’t working out at all. anyway just thought i’d share! hope this was helpful or at least somewhat interesting :-P


Thank you so much babe for this! I agree with you 100%. Thank you for your insight and your brilliant advice! I really appreciate it :) It seems like a wonderful approach to how to go about dating, for sure. Since I made that post many months ago, I have actually found my special someone, and I’m really happy. Though the reason I reposted it was that I’m still getting used to being in a relationship and sometimes the commitment part of it really scares me, as I value my freedom way too much. I’m lucky to have someone who understands this need of mine, for my own space. I really do think that the way you described it, is the perfect way to go about dating. It takes the pressure off, and obviously would be a lot of fun! :) 

earyen  asked:

(1) Aaaa- Can I request a matchup if it's not too much for the cute admins of this cute blog? qwq I'm a 4'11" feet tall Asian girl usually wearing hair in pigtails. I tend to be pretty "motherly" ( from what I heard from my friends ) and am quite gentle, kind and slow pacing ( in terms of affection ), unless you manage to make me mad with the only fast way to do that is hurting people I care about, both physically and emotionally-

aah thank you so much for the nice words ♥ as usual, i’m only answering the first ask but rest assured, we received the other part as well ! i hope you’ll like your matchup ! - mod mademoiselle

Your match is Hajime Shino !

It’s hard not to feel at ease around you, really ! You’re kind and gentle, so people you meet are not very likely to feel awkward… except maybe for Hajime. That boy was literally a nervous mess when the two of you first met. You got pretty worried about him and helped him get over it, and now he thinks he’s forever in your debt. That’s pretty much how things went !
You’re always so nice to him, caring for him during idol training and making sure everyone’s doing good and he loves that. He really wants to repay you someday, and he’s trying to figure out how he could do that…

He once decided to bring you homecooked food as thanks for always helping him out. He’s the kind of person who treats that sort of thing very seriously, so you made him very happy by accepting it ! Besides, he’s so good at cooking ! You quickly learned that boy is basically the perfect wife : he can cook, clean, do the laundry, sew… You often lent him a hand, worried he might not be able to do it all by himself. That’s how you slowly got to know this peculiar boy a bit better ! He still treasures dearly the memories of the many afternoons you spent together folding freshly washed clothes on the school’s roof.

If there’s one trait you share with Hajime, it’s your tendency to overwork. You don’t like leaving things as they are, and it turns out you have a lot to do as a producer. Hajime is worried about not being helpful enough to his unit and overworks too… You often meet him when you go back home after a long day of work, and when you worry about him overworking himself, he shyly answers he also doesn’t want you overworking yourself. That’s how you suggested the two of you relax together, to make sure the other takes a break once in a while ! Hajime was extremely flustered, thinking this was way too much like a date, but ultimately had a lot of fun with you downtown. He still keeps the photos you took together as a memento !

The more you spent time with him, the more you came to love him. He’s earnest, gentle and loves daydreaming. So many endearing qualities ! He also loves how motherly and sensitive you are, as there’s nothing he likes more than gentle people… But that’s not all there’s to love : you also share hobbies ! Namely, your mutual love for art ! Hajime draws too, and he was really impressed and humbled when he first saw your drawings. He admires you even more now… He was very shy about his own drawings but ultimately let you see them : he draws and paints beautiful sceneries, both real and imaginary ! You came to wonder if that’s how he sees the world… Maybe that made you fall a bit more for him : his inner world looks so pretty and peaceful…

Hajime admires you a lot : you’re almost like a role model to him ! You’re always helping your friends out and you inspire him to do the same ! He also finds it admirable that you’re willing to overwork yourself to get things done, even though he’s a bit worried about your health. He’s also fascinated with your writing, and shyly asked if he could get to read what you write. He’s your fan now ! Sometimes, when you’re playing your guitar, he likes to listen to you and hum along. His voice is the prettiest, and you always get absorbed in his singing…
Really, he’s so peaceful and gentle, always helping you around. He also tries to help when he feels you’re hiding things to protect other people. That’s probably one more reason why you fell for him : he was there by your side when you needed him…

To be fair, he’s always known he was in love with you but he was content with things being just the way they were. He got to be by your side every day, after all, why would he try and risk upsetting you by telling you he loves you ? Besides, you might already be in love with someone else for all he knows. So he chose to keep silent, and you had to tell him about your own feelings to get him to open up. At first he thought it was a joke, or something one of your senpai forced you to do. You had to repeat it over and over again for him to understand you were honest, and he teared up a bit. He was very flustered to say he loved you aloud, but that may have been the best decision he made in his entire life ! After all, he gets to be your boyfriend now !

It’s Hajime’s first time being in love so he doesn’t really know how to figure things out, but he’s very enthusiastic about it ! He loves spending time with you more than anything else, but he’s still incredibly awkward with physical contact. Hand holding or hugs are fine, but kisses always make him turn beet red. He’s also too shy to initiate hugs, but you know for sure when he wants to : he gets really clingy and fidgety ! He won’t ever admit it, but he’s feeling pretty jealous of all the other guys you might hang out with : they look much cooler than him and maybe they’d make better boyfriends too… Please make him feel wanted and loved, there’s nothing that would make him happier than your affection ! You’re his sweet girlfriend, after all !

Other possible matches : Nazuna, Hokuto

I don’t post on here often, except when I re post wonderful gifs that the other more talented folks on here create, but I’m quite excited & a little nervous-I’m going to Wizard Con in a couple of days to meet Peter Capaldi, Jenna Coleman, & hopefully John Barrowman! I hope I don’t get flustered, & I hope I think of something insightful to say to them; it’s my splurge for the year, & I can’t wait!