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“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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Friendship Bracelets (Logicality)

Are you really trying to cover my face with a paper bag right now?

Thanks Bree for sending in the prompt, ily you angel!! 💖💖 seriously though, I needed an excuse to write Logicality fluff, tysm.

@mylasagnaisraw @princeyandanxiety @pansexualroman @lekawaiimelon @godammiteren (If you want on or off the tag list just let me know!)


Logic was knocking on Morality’s door, finding himself wanting to spend time in the cheerful trait’s company. As irritating as Patton sometimes was, he was Logan’s best friend, and Logic was strangely fond of him. According to his research, he might even have a…. small crush on the bubbly trait. So here he was again, knocking on Morality’s door, waiting to be let in. This was becoming an uncomfortably regular occurrence.
After a moment of silence, Patton’s cheerful voice streamed out into the hallway.


“Come in!” He chirped. Logic opened the door and walked into the familiar room, offering a small smile to Morality as he entered. To his shock, Morality’s eyes widened in horror and he leaped off the bed with a shriek. Patton rushed at Logan, who stumbled back in shock, and tried to cover his eyes.

“No, no, don’t look!” Dad yelled. Logic pushed his hands away and scowled.
“What are you doing?” He snapped. Patton whirled around and grabbed the closest thing to him: a paper bag that was lying on a desk. Morality grabbed it, the paper making crinkling noises, and attempted to gently but quickly put it over Logan’s head. Logic froze.

“Are you really trying to cover up my face with a paper bag right now?” He asked incredulously.
“Yup! You can’t see yet, it isn’t finished!”
“What isn’t finished, Patton?” Logic asked in exasperation, reaching up to tug the bag off his head. Morality gently swiped them away.
“It’s a surprise, Logan, you can’t look until it’s done. It won’t take long to finish, though!” He exclaimed, making Logic sigh.
“Ok, how about we compromise? I don’t like this bag on my head, it’s irritating and frustrating, and is making my glasses weird, so I’m taking it off.” Patton was about to protest, Logan could tell, so he quickly continued. “BUT, I will turn away from… whatever it is you are doing, until it’s completed. Do we have an agreement?” There was a second of silence, then Patton agreed.

“Ok, as long as you don’t peek.”
“I won’t.” Logic rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t really annoyed, mostly amused. He tugged the paper bag off his head and threw it back onto the desk, spinning around and facing the door. He listened and Morality padded back over to his bed and hummed to himself for a few minutes. It was the Winnie the Pooh song, how adorable! Logic was surprised when found himself smiling softly, listening to the bubbly trait hum along. After a few minutes the peaceful humming stopped and Patton called over to him.


“Ok, I’m done! Come and see.” Logan spun around and began walking to the bed, where Patton was sitting with his hands behind his back, hiding whatever it was he had been working on.

“Alright, what’s the surprise, Mo?” Logic asked, his curiosity taking over. Patton blushed a little.
“Well, since you’re my best friend, I wanted to give you something to remember that we’re good friends? So… I made us friendship bracelets.” He rushed bashfully, thrusting his hands out and revealing to Logan the surprise.

In each of Morality’s hand lay a woven bracelet, both made of the same sky blue thread, except one was intertwined with black thread the colour of the deepest, darkest night, and one was decorated with white thread the colour of the purest, fluffiest clouds. On the front of each was a gleaming golden charm in the shape of a heart. They were immaculate and pretty and Logan was kind of stunned that Patton had went to so much trouble creating them. To show how strong their friendship was.

Logic was touched; it was such a sweet and honest gesture, that a silly smile curled his mouth up into a smile, and a light blush dusted itself across his cheeks. Morality dropped the blue and black one onto Logan’s hand.
“Do you… do you like it?” He asked uncertainly.
“I… Morality, I love it. Thank you very much.” Logic told him gratefully, which made Patton beam, his smile as bright as the sun.

“Yay! I’ll put it on you.” He grinned, gently plucking the bracelet out of Logan’s hand and wrapping it around his wrist, tying the ends and tightening it slightly. They both admired it for a while, Morality still gently holding Logic’s wrist.
“Can I put yours on?” Logan asked tentatively. Morality nodded and smiled at him, stretching his arm out. Logic grabbed the other bracelet and tied it around Patton’s wrist, the charm glinting in the light. Now, for some reason, they were both still holding each other’s wrists.
“Thanks again, Morality.” Logic said quietly. Morality smiled a little at him.
“You’re welcome.” It was almost whispered.

Logic looked from their friendship bracelets back to Patton’s face, and wow, Morality’s eyes were really sparkly and pretty. There was silence in the room, and then Patton’s eyes flickered down to Logan’s lips, and then Anxiety’s obnoxiously loud voice echoed through the mind into the room.

“Logic! Where are you, can you come here, I need to ask you something!” He yelled. Logic sighed and rolled his eyes, and Morality looked away awkwardly.

“Well, thank you again for the bracelet, Patton.” Logan smiled. Patton smiled back, and a sudden surge of confidence hit Logan. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Morality on the cheek. Immediately Patton turned bright red, blushing furiously. His eyes widened in shock, and he stared at Logan in awe. “See you later!” Logic called, hopping up and walking quickly out of the room, a delighted smile playing on his lips, fingers absently playing with the heart charm on his new bracelet.

Needless to say, to nobody’s surprise they began dating few days later.

Guess who’s officially 21! and back.

Okay, well, technically my birthday was at the start of May but I’m back to this blog now, so surprise!

Also, I’m more than happy to be back. I’ve been meaning to return for weeks but health got in the way and I’ve actually been writing more, so I might actually have some things to post other than just imagines. So, trust me, my absence was not for nought.

So much has changed since the start of the year, so with that I want a fresh start with this blog. No, we’re not moving URLs or changing names or anything like that, calm down. I just wanna let go of what’s happened and move on. Start again.

That’s why I’m doing an overhaul of the tag system (er, well, finishing the overhaul of my tag system that I started in the midst of my life falling apart) and now that I have most of my symptoms organised enough to know almost exactly what I have/don’t have, I can organise things into more specific categories. Which will make for much easier browsing and less tags to have to go through.

Also, a masterlist/tags page. That’s something I’m gonna work on but not until I have my tagging system completely worked out because I only wanna do that once. When it is done though, I’ll absolutely make sure everyone knows.

As for messages, I won’t be answering anything that’s been sent anonymously or otherwise because A) it’s been ages and B) I just want a clean slate.
So, although I’ve read them all and I appreciate all the words of kindness and I am incredibly sorry to anyone whom I haven’t responded to, I’m clearing my inbox.
Otherwise I’ll get overwhelmed and not end up replying to anyone because honestly, there’s so many it’s almost literally scary and I’d rather just start again than not talk to anyone because I miss you guys <3

So, I’m back, buttons! :D

2,500

How is this even possible omg. I just hit 2,500 followers!

I love every single one of you, thank you so much for supporting my blog and being patient with my writing. You all are amazing. I never thought that I was even possible. 

I’d really like to take this moment to tag a few blogs that have really inspired me on this journey. Please check them out and follow every single one of these people. They are literally the most talented writers I’ve ever come across. These writers don’t know me personally, but I really want to honour their work and show them how much I truly appreciate them.

@dontshootmespence
@reidbyers
@imknc22
@wrecklessimagine
@reidoneshots
@reiding-and-writing
@reidlings
@sassygeek77
@hotchnerfuckmeup
@imagicana


- Mish xo

What I’m Working On | TAG

Tagged by the ever so lovely @hansaera to talk about my current WIPs! I’ve been in a bit of a creative rut recently, but this really made me want to dive back into some of these projects… So thank you for thinking of me!

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever…


Personal drawings and projects first!

  • Hawke Siblings ; Illustration: I have a wip shot of this here, where I talk about it more in detail. I’ve tried to move on to colouring it, but things haven’t exactly been working out. 
  • Fenris (DA4) ; Outfit Concept Sheet: After doing this drawing of Fen, I decided to see just how far I could push the idea of “DA4 Fenris”. It’s not something I feel like people would be interested in seeing, but I’ve been really enjoying working on it!
  • Zevran (DA4+) ; Outfit Concept Sheet: Same deal as with Fenris, only more personal. I’ve been thinking about my Tabris’ story recently, post-Blight and post-Inquisition. Naturally, Zevran ties into it quite deeply, while still having a life of his own. I wanted to establish a few definitive looks for him (casual, formal, armoured and beyond), that I could reference in future illustrations of him. 
  • Zevran and Indess at the Winter Palace ; Illustration: They never miss a good party. My mind goes crazy thinking about the possibilities of them being there, catching up with Leliana and Morrigan, fawning over the Inquisitor, passing stories along to Varric (because of course they’d be friends with Varric), but mainly just drinking and gossiping and looking fabulous!

As for commissions, I’ve been working on a few, on and off. If all goes to plan, I should have two commissions out in the next couple of weeks, one for @warsonghold, and the other for @cometeclipsewriting (who are both so lovely and patient and inspiring!!).

I’m also working on a few giveaway prizes, namely for @ai-pai and @maxcaulficlds. Ooh! And a special little thing for @vorchagirl!


Tagging @chmuhlbeier, @felleyan, @destinyapostasy, @yoosweetie, @fleshwerks, @niklisson, @pataflan, @stormcallart -only if you want to do this, of course! 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry someone tried to tag you into Itachi bullshit again :( is there anything we can do for you to make your day better? I have a little time to write, if you want some rare pair goodness you didn't write yourself

Ah, it’s just a little aggravating after how many times I’ve made my point. I’m good, but you’re super sweet for making the offer!  💕

anonymous asked:

Hi Cap! You are so awesome. I just wanted to ask... could I tag you in Sanvers/Supergirl fanfic that I write? I've only ever written one Sanvers fic so far and it would mean the world to me if you could give me your opinion on my writing. I totally understand if you get too many tags already though, so I thought I would ask first!! (Also fellow Hufflepuff love <3)

Awww, sweetheart, sure thing! It might take me a minute to get to it, but yeah! Thank you soooo much for asking – a true Hufflepuff thing to do ;) <3 <3 <3 

Me: *makes mobile post on tumblr, writing lots of tags, making quality post*
Me, after spending some time on my post: *hits ‘post’ button*

Tumblr mobile: what, you wanted to post that? Well not only did I not post it, I also threw it into the void never to be seen again so if you want to try once more you have to make the entire post again

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
astrological signs in love
  • aries: likes to fall deeply in love with incredibly insecure people and have an explosively passionate, yet volatile relationship... but hey at least it's interesting
  • taurus: likes to pretend they're so heartless that they don't even know how to fall in love, fails terribly every time
  • gemini: likes to fall in (and out of) love with anyone and everyone that crosses their path, multiple times a day. confuses all their friends (and themselves tbh) to the point of not even listening when they talk about love
  • cancer: does not like to fall in love, does it very grudgingly, throws adorable temper tantrum when they get called out on it, sulks, repeat
  • leo: falls in love rarely. completely, 100%, OH MY GOD BARBARA CALL THE POLICE stuck in love when they do. painful to watch honestly, but shit it's cute
  • virgo: likes to fall in love with nerds. every. single. time.
  • libra: likes to fall in love way too fast and make a complete fool of their weirdo selves trying to woo their unsuspecting prey (endearing and surprisingly successful)
  • scorpio: likes to bullshit their way through multiple "serious" relationships for years and years until one day they realize that they're in love w their gross best friend... but in a cute way
  • sagittarius: likes to fall in love from afar and watch the object of their desire go about their daily life, hoping senpai will magically notice them in their quiet little world of reflection
  • capricorn: falls madly in love, shows it, "JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE", terrifies self and lover with erratic, confused behavior, takes it all back, runs away, pines for months, tries to be friends again and act like nothing happened (until alcohol attacks)
  • aquarius: ?? ?!?! ?? ? :) !! ? :(
  • pisces: likes to fall in love with people who have fallen in love with them, basks in love's glow for a few months, realizes they just needed attention, formulates an escape plan
HEY MARK

@markiplier

I LOVE YOUR CHANNEL AND YOU

We as a community love you and support you no matter what as we have shown with how we responded to your recent late night vlog.

But… IMMA NEED TO LEARN YOU SOMETHING.

You said in your ONI livestream that you wanted someone to compile a list of some of the games people wanted you to play.

WELL I HAVE A LIST FOR YOU hoo boi

I started it back in January of 2016. It has over 6 pages of various games. SIX PAGES!

And I realize that you get thousands of messages. Emails and posts just thrown at you. But I still try..

I have made a Google Doc. Shared with your gmail (both markiplier and markipliergame) and I would post the link here but honestly… I put some more personal stuff on there… ANYWHo 

JUST FOLLOW SOME SIMPLE STEPS!

-Go to your google drive

-Get to the search bar

-Look up “Markiplier Master Game Suggestions List”

-Click it 

-READ MY GLORY

-please

I do try to add more games when I can and some games are kinda old but still.

If you do see this, please give me some kind of signal?? Write on the doc, send me an ask, anything.

@markiplier

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love

“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”

Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again, Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself (thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should have planned for that.

Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today, mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?

“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away, turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.

“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”

Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side of Akiba.

“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back, again and again.

Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be. Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again, those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally happened.

No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.

“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.

Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan (Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).

“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue before –

“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”

Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.

Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.

Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be charging for the light she’s putting out.

“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”

Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering her last shameful display.

“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no, freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth just a fraction agape.

Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.

She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who promptly guffaws.

“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later. Nico stands there in despair.

Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to stand.

(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to regain function of her body.)

Wife {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 2900+
REQUESTED: nope !

hello! this is just a quick one shot that i churned out bc i loved the concept and i was rly motivated! i hope u enjoy it! if u do, feedback is greatly appreciated (it rly motivates me) and here’s my masterlist if u want more lol :-)

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Part 2 of Lachesism! Lance

Hey guys! Since everyone has been asking for a part 2 for my lachesism I decided to continue it (also you guys are too sweet seriously)! I hope you enjoy it :)

You can find that post here : Part One

You can check out some of my other mini fics here


There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.

Lance’s eyes glowed a pale blue amidst the chaos of the black storm surrounding him. He almost seemed to stare at the team unseeingly, his eyes shining unnaturally. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked,”…What’s going on?” He didn’t reply, the only movement he made was the slow blink of his eyes. “Buddy, I need you to work with me ok? What is happening?” Shiro tried again, only to be greeted by silence. The team was beyond freaked out at this point, because where the Lance they knew? What was this, this thing in front of them?

“Lance you better knock it off! This isn’t funny man!” Hunk yelled, taking a step forward, “Let us help you!” 

Lance cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing. “Blue is someone here?”

If the team thought they were freaked out before, then damn, they were terrified right now. Lance’s voice was creepy, it was as if someone layered his voice a thousand times, each one seeming farther away than the one before it. 

“Can he not hear us?” Pidge whispered, her voice sounding smaller than usual. 

“Blue can you please tell Lance that we’re here to help?” Shiro asked, but the Blue Lion was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on Lance and Lance alone, who was now slowly standing up, the storm around him condensing to two black orbs that sat in each of his hands. 

“Whoever it is, can you please tell them to leave? I’ve almost got this part down! See,” Lance said, dispersing the two orbs into multiple orbs that circled his head,”I’m finally getting the hang of this thing!” The team stared at the menacing blackness that loomed over Lance, who seemed unaffected by the eerie energy it was giving off. 

“That’s it, the show is over,” Keith growled, stomping over to Lance determinedly.

“Keith no! We don’t know what’s going on!” Shiro shouted, reaching out for Keith, only to just miss him. He could only watch as Keith made his way to Lance and grabbed his arm. 

The movement above Lance’s head stopped as he turned to face Keith, his eyes still glowing that pale blue. 

“Snap out of it Lance! You need to tell us what’s going on!” Keith shouted, gripping Lance’s arm tighter. 

“Keith? W-what are you doing here?” Lance stuttered, his eyes going wide and his breath beginning to stiffen. “Blue? Why is he here?” He began to shake, the black orbs above him started to reform into a storm. “Y-you need to let go of me Keith. Y-you n-n-need to let go of me r-right now.”

“Like hell I am!” Keith yelled, “You need to let us help you Lance!”

He didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes gaining that unnatural glow to them once again. The hand touching Lance’s arm began to burn, causing Keith to let go briefly. The effect was already beginning, however, despite Keith letting go. Big fat tears welled up in his eyes and hole seemed to form in his chest, this aching feeling setting root within him. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m sorry Keith, I-I didn’t mean to give that to you, let me help ok? Let me just-” And just like that, the feeling was gone, contentment taking its place. Keith could only stare at Lance with his mouth open in shock. The glow began to dim from his eyes, returning them back to normal and the darkness practically vanished in moments. 

“How the hell did you just do that?!”

“Umm… what do you mean?” Lance asked, playing with his fingers. 

“What do I mean? How about the whole, my-emotions-just-went-from-fucking-depressed-to-sunshine-and-rainbows in two seconds??” Keith shouted, causing Lance to shrink into himself even more. 

“Um.. well you see-”

“Hold up, wait just a moment. What just happened. Like right now, in this moment, what is going on?? Because there was a huge storm above your head like a minute ago and now its gone??? You had glowing blue eyes and did something to Keith?? What is happenning?????” Hunk interrupted, stepping in between Lance and Keith. 

“Uhhh, well-”

“What the fucK?? Don’t give me that look Shiro, because I just watched some freaky shit happen. How did you even do that? When did you even start doing that? Could you always do that? What even is that? What-” Pidge rambled, gesturing around her as Lance refused to meet any of their eyes. 

“All right, how about we all give Lance some space ok? Let’s all go to the lounge and talk about this peacefully, alright?” Shiro intervened, going to place a hand on Lance’s shoulder before hesitating. “We’re going to need you to tell us what’s going on, ok Lance?”

Lance continued to stare at the floor, simply nodding before leaving the hangar. 


Lance was in a state a shock at the moment. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, what idiot lets their biggest secret get discovered that easily? He barely even put up a fight and now here he was, sitting in the lounge, about to explain to the team how much of a screw up he was. He let out a sigh and stared at the empty couches in front of him. Maybe he could just take their anger away so they wouldn’t kick him off the team?

No, that would just prove he’s more pathetic than he already was. For once, Lance wished he couldn’t feel, that all these dark emotions would disappear like he had done for others in the past. 

“Lance can you explain to all of us what happened in the hangar?”

Explain? 

“Well umm… I was practicing,” Lance said, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Practicing?” Allura questioned.

“Yeah I was practicing my…powers. Trying to make them stronger I guess.” He refused to meet anyones’ eyes, choosing to stare at his fingers instead.

“And what are these powers?” Shiro probed, leaning forward a bit,”What are you able to do?”

“I can, I can… control emotions. Not like that! Like I can take away emotions and kinda harvest them I guess? And replace the emotions I took away with different ones,” Lance clenched his fist, forcing himself to explain further to avoid having to look at his teamates, his friends. “I was trying to put them into a physical state, so I could use them in combat and just to get them out of me. I’ve never tested one of the orbs on someone, but I know if you were to touch one you’d feel all the emotion pent up in there.” He created a small one, reaching inside of himself for that energy that was always there, ignoring the slight gasp that came from Allura. Lance shrugged half-heartedly, “It’s something I’ve been able to do since I was fifteen.”

“Have you ever…took some of our emotions?” Hunk asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. 

“I uh…yes. I just, I couldn’t stand knowing you guys were upset and that I could do something about it. Everyday I could feel your emotions and I just felt so, so guilty that I wasn’t doing what I could to help!” Lance spit out bitterly, rubbing a hand through this hair. 

“Lance… you shouldn’t have done that. Those were our emotions and you shouldn’t just take them from us without even telling us!” Keith yelled, standing up, “You had no right to make that decision!”

Lance looked up at them all, his eyes beginning to glow once again. “What did you want me to do? J-just sit there and let you feel that pain, watch as it festered and boiled inside of you? How could I do that to a person, to my friends?” Lance clenched his fists, his eyes slowly turning to that pale blue color. “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”


Part Three

hey guys! let’s talk for a while. 

so there’s been a lot of stuff coming up in fandom. a lot of it has been a little…worrying. 

i know that a lot of fandom - especially in ficdom - are young, inspiring writers. even if you aren’t a young, inspiring writer, and are in fact a lovely 40-year-old with a penchant for knitting and writing in your free time, there are some things that everyone should know, especially concerning how people should write their fic. 

now if you’re posting on ao3, good! that’s the platform i’ll be talking about (mostly because i use it myself) but if you’re posting anywhere else, this applies to you still. 

now, bts fandom has been posting a lot of fic recently that are rated 18+ for numerous reasons, some of them because they contain sexual content - others because they talk about sensitive topics. from this point on, please be aware of trigger warnings such as: rape, abuse, manipulation, etc. 

now, here’s the problem. if you’re gonna write a fic about, say for example, domestic abuse, heres what you got to do: your homework. go out and research. go and ask someone - if you have to - about their experiences only after you’ve asked them explicitly if they’re ok with talking to you about it, if they’re okay with the limits of your questioning, if they’re okay with you writing about it, etc. you have to ask this. same goes for any other traumatic experience. if you’re going to write it, research it. don’t just do it through the internet, because everyone’s experiences are different. do it through people. it will be painful, hard, and you will feel numerous things that might make you question why you’re writing this in the first place, but if you’re really serious about something then show that you are. treat the subject with respect. 

so many fics now in the archive are flippant, using abuse or noncon as a plot device, or even worse, make it seem almost sensual. it’s not. it’s not fun, it’s not good, do not make it that way. for fuck’s sake, have some decency. this is not your little kink world, you cannot get away with doing stuff like that without doing your research first. 

fics that contain controversial subjects (like male pregnancy, which if written with a cismale character is inherently transphobic, don’t fight me on this) should be written with care. either spend substantial amount of time researching them or don’t write them at all. there will be people who will be triggered by this kind of material and you cannot do anything about it, but as an author, what you can do is try to be as respectful and as polite as possible when you try to tell your story. this is not a smut-filled world for you. if you want to write about real-life things, then you better sit down and realize what real-world consequences are. trying to make traumatic and controversial subjects romantic for the sole purpose of ~otp~ is not okay. it’s not.

writing, for most people, is not just a fulfillment; it’s catharsis, it’s a lifeline, a hobby, a form of expression, a movement. when you post something online, it’s public, it’s real. it’s out there for other people to see. you give your permission for others to connect with it the way you feel you’ve connected with it. (that is, not to say, that they’re allowed to steal it.) people are allowed to get upset and disgusted at your work. they’re allowed to like it, too. but realize that it’s your job to try and be as sensitive as possible, because if you’re going to write about something that you yourself have not gone through, then you need to realize that you have no precedence to stand on a soapbox when your fic is being criticized and defend your own words. you don’t. you have no idea what you’re talking about; how can you defend it? 

secondly; sex. listen, it’s totally okay to be as sexually free or conservative as you want; it’s your body, your life, your words. do as you want. but when we’re talking about sex, take a moment to educate yourself on what a healthy sexual relationship is. where do we cross the line between abuse and bdsm? what is the difference between a dom/sub relationship and a relationship with a harmful imbalance of power? most people don’t seem to understand this difference. it’s okay; a lot of people don’t because of the world’s lack of good sexual education (HONESTLY) but it’s your job to make yourself educated. if you haven’t had sex, that’s fine! if you have, that’s fine! my advice: still look it up. we don’t know everything. there’s always something to learn. fandom/ficdom has long migrated away with vanilla sex, which totally okay, but kinks can only be negotiated if you know what your healthy baseline is. learn it. learn it and understand it and know everything before you attempt to write it. 

these were the two things i really wanted to say. i’ve noticed a lot of fics have been having these problems; i know i’ve really condensed things and i could say a lot more. this is my own personal opinion, even though it really is good to try and learn more about things before writing about them (form your own opinion, you know?) i just wish to see a better change in fic; after all, words is how most of us live. 

Okay this is the official presentation for my fic (even though I’ve linked it like 5000 times already), but it’s finally finished and I’m shamelessly posting it again because it is 55 THOUSAND WORDS, OKAY? I thought it was gonna be maybe 20k. I’m dead. The next longest fic I’ve ever published is only 7k okay bye.

(Sorry in advance for the ridiculously long summary ahead; I’m not even gonna pretend that I’m not using everything in my arsenal to convince you guys to go read it.)

title: When the Levee Breaks
rating: explicit
word count: 55k
summary: Season 14 is the last season of Supernatural. The show is ending at 300 episodes, and Jared and Jensen have big plans for their future…plans that don’t involve wives or bearding or lying to everyone… But even the best-laid plans go awry…It all comes to a head at the series wrap party, and Jensen has to figure out a way to help Jared pick up the pieces, making sure he himself doesn’t fall apart in the process.
notes: I had this core idea for a j2 story and it just exploded into something way bigger and slightly different (and much better, in my opinion) than what I was imagining. But I’m really happy with it, especially because I feel like the fandom is always a little sparse with my always favorites: j2 non-au fics (sparse compared to au and other pairings), so I’m really happy to be able to add to that.

excerpt 1: Jensen waited a few minutes. He didn’t mind waiting until Jared was ready, now that he knew Jared was going to talk. One hand was tangled in Jared’s hair, scratching softly at his scalp. The other was gripping Jared’s hand, fingers laced together like he never wanted to let go. When he heard Jared take a deep breath, he knew it was time.

“It feels like I’m on this edge, and I could fall backwards or forwards. If I go back, I’ll feel better; if I fall forwards, I’m—I’ll break. But I can’t move, it’s like I’m stuck in limbo, and it’s getting to the point that I think even falling forwards, even if I have to break apart to do it, would still be easier than staying on this edge indefinitely. I feel like—like I’m slowly going crazy, like everything is boiling right at the surface but I can’t do anything. I’m stuck. I just want to come down.”

Jared poured his thoughts out and Jensen collected them quietly, rolling them around in his head, trying to sort through and organize and make sense of what Jared was saying. He didn’t get it completely, but he was finally able to understand something. He could work with that.

excerpt 2: Jensen was pacing nervously at the foot of the extra- large California king hotel bed. Jared was sprawled lazily across it, his eyes following Jensen. His expression was one of almost boredom but Jensen knew Jared was just putting up a front to hide his concern; whether the concern was over the convention or Jensen’s behavior, he wasn’t too sure. Maybe a bit of both?

“How are you so calm?” Jensen snapped, not bothering to look at Jared. He could feel Jared raise his eyebrows in minor irritation. “Sorry,” he apologized after a minute, then sagged onto the edge of the bed. Jared was behind him immediately, pulling Jensen back against his shirtless chest.

(“It’s fucking hot!” Jared had explained when he’d discarded the shirt earlier. “Babe, we’re staying at a four-star hotel with four-star AC,” Jensen had pointed out. “Fine. Maybe I just know you’re gonna get nervous and start to freak out and I’m using my body to try and distract you!” Jensen hadn’t replied, as he’d been too distracted staring at Jared’s half-naked body.)


And I just want to throw out a quick but heartfelt thanks to @kynthosmojo, @salamancialilypad, and @seraphyde666 <3

soul-rin-natsu  asked:

Can you recommend any klance fics?.

I can definitely recommend lots of klance fics. As in, lots lots. I am not completely sure what you are looking for/what you have already read though, so I’m just gonna list some of my favorite authors with some of my favorite fics. 

Quick additional info: there are no explicit fics on here, though some are rated mature. All of the stories have klance as their only ship but since I intended this to be author recs rather than fic recs, I will mention what kinds of other ships appear in other fics. 

Now then, here you go, in no particular order:

manamune

- Crossroads (106k): not quite canon verse, not quite AU - check the summary

- Plunged (6k): canon verse, Lance teaches Keith how to swim

Roommates (6k): modern AU, Artist!Keith, Photographer!Lance, exactly what the title says

This author’s writing is amazingly smooth and I particularly enjoy their Keith. Crossroads was my favorite fic for a long, long time until I found some others that were just as good :D [this author also wrote some nsfw and sheith]

magisterpavus 

- He Who Fights Monsters (65k): AU, there are dragons

This author has a style of writing that makes you forget that time exists. Like, you read their stories, look up 2 hours later and go “what the hell I only just started reading 5 minutes ago”. Their fics are pretty action-heavy but the romance part never falls short. [they wrote a lot of nsfw, their newest fic is shklance]

mackerelmademedoit

- Entangled (102k): canon verse, Keith and Lance get mind-melded

- Right-hand Man (4k): canon verse, Keith approaches Lance after the end of season 2 to talk about their roles from now on

Amazing characterizations here. I particularly enjoyed the OS because it seemed like something that genuinely could happen like this in canon… sadly I don’t think it will, but one can dream, right :’D Also amazing art! [they wrote some nsfw]

redburn

- it had to be you (9k): modern AU, Keith and Lance are professors, lots of flirting

- Echoes In Your Mind (7k): canon verse, Keith is turning Galra

- let the whole world know (4k): modern AU, soulmates AU

I honestly don’t know why I like this author so much? Probably because they can squeeze an entire story into less than 10k words, complete with character development and appearances from friends etc. I liked many more of their OS but there are just so many, you should check it out for yourself. [they wrote some nsfw and shallura]

varelsen

- Not That Bad (68k): modern AU, socially anxious!Keith, lots and lots of fluff

- just like that (10k): canon verse, Lance struggles with his crush on Keith

this author just? makes reading feel so good? so relaxing?? Their style is focused on conveying emotions and flows really nicely, I strongly recommend to give it a try. [their newest story is nsfw and includes lancelot]

battleshidge (Amiria_Raven)

- Drive Me Crazy (8k): modern AU, lots of flirting and stupid pick-up lines

- Next Level (33k; WIP): modern AU, online gaming, they know each other but they don’t know that they know each other

The style of writing is really, really good and I love how everyone’s friendships get portrayed. The author is also pretty good at writing conflicted emotions. [they wrote some shallura and shidge]

aknightley

- it’s all in my head (8k): canon verse, mind meld

This author is super good with emotions. You always end up feeling what the characters are feeling and I’d definitely recommend going through their other fics as well - once again, there are just so many that I won’t list them all. [they wrote some nsfw and shallura]

lemoninagin

- You Can Fog Up My Windows Anytime (3k): modern AU, all the awkward flirting

Another author that has a fantastic style of writing and portrays the characters really well. Also another author that wrote so many good things that I can’t possibly put them all on here. [they wrote some nsfw, sheith, shklance, shallura- lots of stuff, check the tags]

MilkTeaMiku

- Moonset Deep (50k, WIP): mermaid AU, lance is the mermaid

- The Quiet (40k, WIP): ghost AU, lance is the ghost

- 7 Days Series (pt 1 - 30k, pt 2 - 30k, pt 3 - 4k): canon verse, lance/keith get turned into babies

Amazing writing, plot-orientated. Don’t let that fool you though, the emotions never fall short. [they wrote some shallura, shance and other ships - also their fics aren’t rated. the ones listed are entirely sfw]

Zizzani

- Drive It Like You Mean It (94k): modern AU, street racing AU, it gets pretty intense later

This writer has a really fluent and nice style of writing and they somehow manage to easily let lots of characters interact. Everyone feels extremely in character and nothing feels forced. Also I know nothing about cars and yet their fics belong to my favorites, so give it a try. [they wrote some shallura]

shipstiel

- Of Don Juan And Elvis (3k): modern AU, soulmate AU

- Barbie Girl (2k): modern AU, soulmate AU, continuation

I’m not sure whether it’s just me but no matter what fic of them I read, they always feel– soft. Easy. Something good for in-between. One of their fics (not the ones listed here) has some pretty heavy topics in it and yet I still feel like that. [they wrote some shallura]

Gigapoodle

- A Moment in the Snow (3k): canon verse, Galra!Keith, snowball fights, fluff

- Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums (14k): modern AU, hanahaki disease, trans Lance, angst with a happy ending

- A Quarter Past Midnight (14k): canon verse, trans Keith, angst with a happy ending

This author is amazing at writing angst. It just always hits you right in the feels. Like damn. I adore their writing so much but ho boy I was too scared to click the one Chara Death fic they wrote. I couldn’t do that to myself, the two longer OS that I listed here already gave me enough feelings. [they wrote some shallura]

Trashness 

- Nightmares (15k): canon verse, sleeping together, as in snuggling, fluff

- Costumed Identities (42k): modern AU, cosplay AU, they know each other but they don’t know they know each other

This author writes Keith’s and Lance’s interactions really nicely. They also never fail to make me smile/laugh with their fics, they are all really cute!! Lots of light heartened stuff here.

SKayLanphear

- Running Flat (11k): canon verse, thought sharing, lance is trying to figure out who has the crush on him

- A Commutal Contract (24k, WIP): canon verse, bed sharing

I really really really enjoy this author’s Lance!! He feels incredibly in character and I swear I can see him act in canon just like he does in the fics. Their style of writing is fluent, nice and adapts really well to the situation.


[I also really enjoy witty_name’s and freshia’s fics, both of whom usually put background shallura into their fics though so I couldn’t list them here]


Aaaand that’s it for now! :D If you have a specific length/specific topics/specific ratings in mind for what you want to read, feel free to send another message!! You can also visit the fic rec tag on my blog, maybe you’ll find something else there.

/EDIT: now there is a part two with some other of my favorite fics

Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.

No

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

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