i love how excited she got

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Sakura seeing Sasuke blush for the first time? i couldn't stand thinking about how it happened by myself anymore haha (Blank Period Please :,))

I got excited at imagining this too! I got several ideas but somehow the prude and pure one felt more fit? hope you enjoy this one! 

It is not exactly the first time she sees Sasuke blush, she’s had plenty as they’ve grown up. He’s a human and he had also had moments when he had been embarrassed. She had grown fond of them, like every other memory of the boyish and younger Sasuke she fell in love with. Like when he was caught saying something that would be more fit for Naruto to say; or like when he had tried to act like he knew when he clearly didn’t, she had seen him blush and she had loved him every time.

This time it is different, because he’s blushing at her. Their trip lead them to a stop at a festival near where they were wandering, they had no intention to stay too long, but the festive people seemed to rejoice at their visit and had insisted in them to stay.

They had been traveling together for a while now, and Sakura had taken that as a sign that Sasuke was finally accepting her feelings. Along with his company, she could tell in the way he glanced at her with fondness. She had always answered by smiling back.

However she came into experiencing a twist to their interactions that day, when they were looking around during the festival.

They were busy ninjas, working in a busy world; whether it was back at Konoha or now, as they traveled, they had been so invested in lending a hand whenever they could, that their interactions were sensed as one that comrades have, affection kept to the minimum besides the casual tugging of his sleeve every now and then, or ending up curled next to the other without noticing.

Both of them had known better than to let those things affect their progress, because despite of knowing where they were meant to get, they were still new to experiencing the closeness of the other, and they wanted to take their time in learning this new side of them.

So it happened that night, while Sakura was taken away from him by the lodge maids and Sasuke was taken by the old man owner of said lodge, they experienced something similar to what some people would label as ‘date’.

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It's Just Fan Fic...

I got an email from a reader earlier.  The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over.  It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room.  He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.

I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.

“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing.  How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”

“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen.  "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”

“I think she means favorite fic author.  Not real author.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked.

Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes.  ”Of course there is.”

“Why?”

“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.

“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you.  A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact.  You write, people read it and react.  That makes you an author.”

“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead.  Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right.  (But please don’t tell him I said that)

From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader.  I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling?  That makes me an author.

I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception.  I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.  

It’s not JUST fan fic.  It’s literature.  It’s published.  It’s read.  It’s loved.

It matters.

Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved. 

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

by A10A10A10

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

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Of all of the victims, they’ve only released one name so far. 18-year-old Gina Callander. She’s beautiful. I just spent the past half hour going through her photos, her words. I wanted to know the kind of person who was taken from us after last night’s traumatizing events. I wanted to remember her name. She deserves as much.

Most prominently, she loves music. She absolutely lives for it. She’s met Ariana, Union J. She has so many photos posted from seeing Fifth Harmony, Little Mix, and One Direction live. Louis follows her on twitter, and she posted screenshots about how she immediately sent him DMs of how much she loves him (before his DM was open to the public). She travels for these concerts, for these meetings. Her excitement is palpable. She met up with Tyler Oakley and her posts brought tears to my eyes. She talks about engaging with these people with nothing but gratitude and love and amazement. She was so, so happy.

She is you. She is me. She is all of us.

I am so sorry. Sorry that these children are gone. Sorry that a safe place is now rattled. Sorry that we have to come together, yet again, in a time of crisis to lean on one another for strength. Sorry that Gina never got the chance to know how many people in the world love her.

A piece of our hearts was taken away from us last night. We have to get it back. For those who are gone, and for ourselves.

SDCC 2017 Rebecca Sugar interview

Rewind and Pause interviewed Rebecca Sugar in this fifteen-minute interview. Here’s a sorta-transcript–not word for word, but basically what the questions are and how she answered, paraphrased.

Question: A lot of the show’s symbolism is inspired by Utena. Can you discuss that show’s influence?

Rebecca: When I was a teen, that show was an epiphany for me! It plays with the semiotics of gender and I was a bisexual teen relating to it in a way I’d never related to anything before. The show is beautiful and I love that she decides she wants to BE a prince after being saved by a prince. And it’s also funny. It’s so extreme that it’s funny, and that was a huge influence on me as well, that something could be so dramatic and so beautiful but also wacky. It’s so extreme that it’s powerful at the same time as being funny. I got to see the origins and see Guys and Dolls at the Takarazuka Theater when I visited Japan. Osamu Tezuka grew up in that town! You know, Princess Knight, which has everything to do with Utena. I got to see some of the roots there and it was a big influence. Amazing.

Question: Another influence, especially lately, you can draw comparisons between Steven’s miracles and Christ figures. Are you exploring this, and potentially modernizing that allegory, with different kinds of love?

Rebecca: We’re inspired by every voice that has ever spoken about peace. I think–I’ve been reading about Hillel the Elder and how he said “If I’m not for myself, then who will be for me?” The gentleness with which he approached everything is really inspiring to me. I think that I’m very influenced by my Jewish upbringing. I’m half Jewish and was raised Jewish. I’ve felt the feeling of belonging but not belonging. I’ve been moved by this incredible history and this wonderful community that I wanted to understand and be a part of. That’s all been a big influence on the show as well. It was all about growing up with my brother, and that was a big part of my life. There’s a lot of spiritualism in the show.

Question: I wanna ask you about the color symbolism? And I’d be remiss if I didn’t say thank you for showing our community on TV. About Steven: His Gem is pink, his shield is pink, his sword is pink, his shoes are pink! It subverts the tropes of a traditional male hero. Was that intentional?

Rebecca: Oh, it’s COMPLETELY intentional. Yeah, I think one of the things I wanted to do as I went into the show was address how intensely gendered shows for children are and dissolve that. That was my first goal. And I think it came in large part because as a little kid I always gravitated toward boys’ shows, and I felt extremely guilty about that. And I don’t think my child self should have had to feel bad, but I understood “this is not really for me.” So as we went into this, I wanted NO ONE to have to feel that. I wanted everyone who wanted to, to feel it was for them. Especially since it’s gender nonconforming as a show.

Question: Silly question: Peridot and Lapis are roommates. What do you think their biggest pet peeves are of each other? If they have any, I mean.

Rebecca: Gosh. I think Lapis is sort of both annoyed and comforted by Peridot’s infinite energy. I often thought of them like the sort of old cartoon idea of a small dog and a big sort of like doesn’t-really-care dog. With a small very very excited dog. I felt that that was a dynamic for them. So I think that that, like those characters, it’s annoying to Lapis but she doesn’t actually dislike it.

Question: Congrats on the Emmy nomination!

Rebecca: THANK YOU!

Question: I hope we get to see “It’s Over, Isn’t It?” and “Both of You” during the Emmys. How do you feel?

Rebecca: I’m so excited, and I’m so glad it’s that one. It was such a fun dream to make a musical episode. I always loved those, they’re always my favorite. I couldn’t wait to do ours. Everyone was firing on all cylinders for that episode. I got to do music with Jeff Liu and Ben Levin, and Aivi and Surasshu’s compositions for the finals were stunning, the backgrounds are incredible, the art is so beautiful, it’s Jeff Liu and Joe Johnston’s last board together, it was one of the last episodes I got to work on with Ian before he left to do his show, so it also has a special place in my heart, I remember seeing it come back and being in the edit bay watching it and my eyes were welling up because “this is it, this is everything I ever wanted.”

Question: Not to mention Deedee crushing it.

Rebecca: She’s amazing! And that was when she was doing Tommy! So we got her on a day she’d been doing shows all day, and she came and knocked that out.

Question: First take?

Rebecca: We did several, but all of those takes were amazing. I love writing songs for Deedee. And that one, it has some notes in it that I cannot hit. But I know Deedee can do it.

Question: Now when you write songs, you hear a lot of the demos you write on ukulele a lot, but you play other instruments. Do you find that you write differently depending on what instrument you’re writing for?

Rebecca: Yes! Oh, completely. I have my go-to ukulele chords. But I also like to write songs on the omnichord, which is like a synthetic harpsichord from the 80s. And it has a row of buttons, you hit a button and you get that chord. I can use it for experimentation for chords I might not have thought of. I got one off eBay, the OM-84, and it was a little buggy, it wouldn’t play right, would go out of tune, and I took it to get it looked at, and these incredibly corroded batteries fell out of it! With this cloud of red dust! So I can’t put batteries in it anymore. But I can plug it in and it still works.

Question: So for “Love Like You,” is it connected to any of the characters or any point of view, or was it more a one-off?

Rebecca: “Love Like You” is so unusual. It started as a point-of-view song for all Gems, and the thesis of the whole show, sort of toward Steven, and my own brother Steven, but because it was the credits, I wrote the song over three years in little pieces. I thought at the start that this is about an alien that’s looking at a human, who loves them, and the secret meaning of this is that they don’t have the capacity to feel this way. By the middle of it I was deep into the show and going through a real crisis of confidence, where I was like “why are people looking to me? It’s not right!” and these people were coming out of the woodwork to thank me for the show, people who had been able to speak to their families in these wonderful new ways, people who had become comfortable with themselves in these incredible ways that I had not been able to do! Where I was like “I’m so inspired by everyone! Why are they thanking me?” So the middle of the song I was sort of in that place. And about a year later, I realized the beginning was not what I had thought it was about at all. It’s not a secret meaning about an alien who doesn’t understand humans. It’s about the fact that I had always loved my brother and had these people who would love me unconditionally in my life, and because of my insecurity I had not been able to be there for them 100%, and I realized this was maybe one of the most human things I’d ever written, and I had written it by accident. So I got to conclude it. It was seriously written over 3 years.

Question: Recently we talked about how the show has been dramatic and full of conflict. It’s great but do you ever have concerns about taking the show–it’s a very positive show, so does the conflict have the potential to go too far, or do you like making it more challenging?

Rebecca: I’m excited to be more ambitious with the story, and the danger they’re experiencing also feels like a danger for us who are writing the show. Writing stories that are more ambitious and challenging. It feels necessary, because it’s about how love conquers all, but you can’t write that story without showing what comes up against that. I’m excited to explore the–you’re right, it’s scary to explore where hate comes from in a show about love. I want to–it’s a challenge to stay positive while exploring that. But that’s a challenge I experience in LIFE. And that’s a challenge we’re all experiencing right now. So it also feels like the time to explore that in myself and in the show.

headcanon time! so @deohsogay and i were talking and as we all know, vasquez is a giant fucking lesbian and has been out and proud since she was in high school probably and long story short, her gaydar is off the charts

so OBVIOUSLY she has alex figured out from the moment she steps into the deo. and at first she’s not sure if alex is just lowkey and private but then she realises wow alex does not know that she is in fact a giant lesbian

and this amuses vasquez to no end because alex is the gayest gay to ever gay in the history of gay, and she has absolutely no idea. and after a while it gets to vasquez and she cant hold it in anymore so their conversations go a little like this

‘vasquez i got a new motorbike!’
‘gay’
‘huh?’
‘i said yay! how exciting!’

‘vasquez i went to the movies last night and saw this one with kristen stewart in it she’s so cool i really like her’
‘lesbian’
‘what was that?’
‘thespian! you love actors!’

and when maggie shows up on the scene, you bet your ass vasquez hears all about the stupid, short, dimpled cop with shiny eyes who annoys the shit out of alex and vasquez is like oh my god she has a crush is this what it feels like to be proud of your children and she watches closely at the way alex smiles when maggie is around and she sees the way maggie looks at alex and she’s like ‘i give them three months and theyll be engaged’

‘it’s okay, vasquez i dont need back up, maggie’s coming with me’
‘you are so gay’
‘excuse me?’
‘you sure youre okay?’

ANYWAY so after this back and forth for years, FINALLY alex approaches vasquez one day and is like ‘hey susan did you know that maggie and i are dating and also i am gay’

and vasquez goes OH THANK GOD! and she pulls out this huge fucking scrapbook and it’s called DEOh So Gay: The Gaygent Danvers Story by susan vasquez and it’s literally a scrapbook made up of sneaky photos she took of alex’s gayest outfits and also written down documentation of every time alex said or did something gay and alex is blushing and also laughing because she’s so happy she’s come so far and vasquez is a good friend and also maggie loves it and it sits on their coffee table for the rest of their lives

A lot of people are always hating on Kat and saying her portrayal of Clary is awful. And it breaks my heart because you can tell how excited she always is about the show and her character, she’s always trying to answer questions about Clary in the most professional way and it always puts a smile on my face when she starts a video with “hello, angels”. She might not be the best actress but I’m so tired of watching actors and actresses not really being into their own shows and characters, I’m grateful to have such a lovely young girl play a fighter and be excited about it.

it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.


She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.


She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.


She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.


She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.


It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.


She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.


“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”


And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).


That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 



Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 


She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 


She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.


She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 


They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 


It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.


Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.


“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.


It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.


“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”


Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 


She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 


They move a month later.


She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.


“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.


Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.


“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.


“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  


“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.


It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.


“Because I’m gay!”


Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.


They move within three days.


The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.


It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.


Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.


Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.


At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.


She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.


But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.


She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.


She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.


Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.


It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 


She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.


That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.


The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.


And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.



Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.


She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 


Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.


Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.


They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.


A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.


3 things happen at once.


One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.


Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.


Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.


She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.


She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.


“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.


She runs.

Ok so a few things from the panel with Janet Varney. This is not in order, I’m writing them as I remember


-She loves the fandom, was really pleasantly surprised at how many people showed up since it was an early panel (10 am).


-talking about Korrasami, one of her favorite things was after they finished recording (and knew about the Korrasami ending) but before the show aired (and therefore the fans didn’t know yet) she was in the audience watching a screening of the part where Korra is narrating the letter to Asami and the audience got really excited and Janet was like “and the fans have spoken!” Janet said that keeping Korrasami a secret was hard.


-her favorite character from ATLA is Zuko


-a member of the audience asked how Janet felt about portraying Korra’s PTSD in the beginning of book 4 and Janet said she wished she could say it was just good acting, but she actually drew inspiration from her own personal experience


- the cast actually did record together a lot as opposed to recording separately and Janet feels like that made it better


-her favorite villains are Amon and Kuvira


- the biggest lesson she thinks Korra learned throughout the show was that she could ask for help, and that it’s ok not to try and do everything alone


-she uses “be the leaf” as her own personal motivation at times


-she would love for Asami to be the president and fix stuff


And finally she still has a huge crush on Asami XD

I’m officially two weeks into teaching “The Hobbit.”

And it is such a rollercoaster.

Here are just a few of the moments I’ve had this week:

  • A group of girls being obsessed with how small a hobbit baby must be.
  • One student drawing me a Gollum for his character poster with a bottle of lotion because “It’ll help with his slimy skin.” Then being mad when I pointed out that, if he was wearing the ring (which he was), that he would be invisible, which resulted in a dramatic sigh and a “So I didn’t have to do anything other than the ring,” which made me laugh.
  • A student thinking elves and trolls are the same thing and a lengthy discussion on what defines each species.
  • A SPED student who barely pays attention answering my daily riddle almost immediately after I finished reading it and everyone in the room being super impressed, including his para.
  • One girl whining because she thinks The Hobbit is boring and me rather bluntly telling her that if she didn’t like this, which is relatively modern and fun with adventure, then the next three years of her English education were going to be rough. She then proceeded to whine and I moved on. A second later, another girl who never talks turned to me and gave me a shy smile and said, “I like it.” And I don’t think she knows how much that meant to me because it’s so hard to hear that something you’ve spent so much time and energy into making fun isn’t being appreciated.
  • One of the kids I taught during my student teaching burst into my room and yelled, “The Hobbit?!?! Why do the freshmen get to read it?!” So, ya know, even if all my freshmen aren’t thrilled, I’ve got a few jealous upperclassmen.

Some things I’ve absolutely come to love about it:

  • My “nerdy” kids have an opportunity to really be excited and be appreciated by the class for producing insight and pointing out things that are important later that the other kids didn’t notice.
  • My artistic kids are finding outlets through some of the projects we’re doing and are generally thriving.
  • My musical kids are singing (or trying to sing) all the various songs in the play and no one is judging or teasing them for it. Plus, it feels more authentic when the songs are sung.
  • The kids who have seen the movies are having great discussions about book-to-movie adaptations and are noticing more and more minute things and getting more “deep” with their discussions of why changes were made.
  • My kids are actively looking for theme and having great group discussions about things like greed and heroism and what it means to be kind.
  • My students are starting to learn how to annotate and actively think while they’re reading so they notice things.


Overall, it’s so great and I love it and how much I can do with it. It makes teaching English so much fun right now. I love it. This is what teaching is supposed to be like.

Thank you, Professor, and cheers!

You Bring Me Home

Alex had been told his entire life that when a person is about to die, their whole life flashes before their eyes.  But in that instance, that wasn’t the case. 

As he reached up, grasping at the black water and cursing the life vest that was doing nothing for him in this moment, he remembers thinking of her.

tw: I guess any tw that goes with the film (drowning mention, death, war, etc etc)  PTSD.

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Reputation Secret Session, London: Our Experience

We have loved Taylor and her music since we were just 7 years old, and our biggest dream, something we wanted to happen more than anything else in the world, was to finally meet her

On Monday 2nd October, we received a DM on twitter from Taylor Nation. This was over a week before the event was taking place. They didn’t give any details other than that it was a ‘secret event’ and to keep it completely to ourselves and not share it with anyone or online. From then and on, we couldn’t stop smiling. We were told we’d be contacted with more details, then on the 4th on Wednesday, we were lay in bed and our phone started to ring. We immediately started SCREAMING then answered and tried to sound as normal as possible, even though we literally COULDN’T BREATHE. We said hello and she was like ‘how are you’ and I (Katie) just replied saying ‘FREAKING OUT.’ She told us her name was Ali (who we knew was part of TN!) and she spoke to our Mum and asked us questions, told us they knew how dedicated we are and wanted to reward us. Closer to the time they emailed us with further details. Honestly, since we received that DM on the Monday we couldn’t even eat properly it FELT SO OVERWHELMING. We had to keep things secret for so long, it was the hardest but most exciting thing ever. 

So on the 13th October, we traveled down to London from Manchester with our parents. We were at the meeting point, about to take Polaroids, then we saw OUR BEST FRIEND RUNNING TOWARDS US. We had no idea she (Kaz @ap0laroidofus) was also invited, because obviously we all kept it quiet, so when we saw each other it was the best feeling ever. 

We met with TN and everyone attending and we got on buses in groups to a secret location, with no idea of what would happen. Then, WE ARRIVED AT THE PRETTIEST HOUSE EVER, which is literally house goals, Taylor’s house! At this point Chloe was looking out of the window SO SHOCKED and Erica saw her and did a shocked face back and laughed. We met back up with Kaz in TAYLOR SWIFT’S KITCHEN and ate cookies and m&m’s that said ‘REP’ on them and drank coke etc. THEN we were just chilling and Tree (the prettiest lil angel ever) came and told us about the chicken tenders SO THANK YOU TREE FOR THAT. AND CHLOE PEED IN TAYLOR’S HOUSE!!! We went to get some and saw SCOTT SWIFT. HE SPOKE TO US FOR LIKE A FULL FIVE MINUTES. He told us stories about Taylor’s childhood like a story from when she was 11, whilst casually eating chicken tenders. Chloe asked him about the 10 minute version of all too well and he replied, ‘I say nothing, I keep my mouth shut!’ Then, of course as he is the king of guitar picks, he gave us some and was picking them all out like ‘1989 picks… speak now…’ HES PRECIOUS. (He dropped one and Katie accidentally saT IN HER BIN trying to pick it up. He also said that him and especially Andrea, would never have let Taylor or Austin go to a secret event when they were our age where they would have to leave their phones behind and get on a bus to a secret location, hahaha. He was also giggling and said it felt like he knew we’d won the lottery, but couldn’t tell us because he said he “knew so much” that we didn’t and then went on to joke about how we’d won the ‘Taylor Swift lottery’ because we were at her freAKING HOUSE.

Then we went into the room to HEAR THE MASTERPIECE OF AN ALBUM, and then she FUCKING WALKED IN LOOKING AS FLAWLESS AS EVER, came to the front, like RIGHT INFRONT OF US, and sat down and began telling us about how she stalked us for OVER A YEAR and has hand picked us then sent our accounts to TN so we could be invited. We heard the album, obviously alllll that info is confidential, but she SAW US and went ‘OMG TWINS.’ SHE ACTUALLY JUST RECOGNISED US out of like 100 people and smiled so big. We started crying and I (Katie) said ‘WE LOVE YOU’ and by this point even our Mum was SOBBING. She made eye contact with us so much throughout the whole thing it was so special. All we can say is, prepare yourselves. There is no album that even compares to rep, not even RED..

Then we were all sat waiting to be called up to MEET TAYLOR SWIFT. We were smelling her candles (SO NICE, OUR MUM WAS OBSESSED BY THE WAY @taylorswift ) and I (Katie) sat waiting in T’s chair. Andrea also came in to open the doors because everyone one was warm and she smiled so big at us and held onto Kaz’s dad so she didn’t fall hahahaha. So then, we got called to come to meet her by a member of TN and while we were waiting HERE COMES SCOTT SWIFT AGAIN. He came downstairs holding his glasses like ‘got my five minute dad nap’ (he’s so precious) and sat down on the stairs next to us and spoke to us and thanked us for coming. He was like ‘You got guitar picks, yeah?!’ so we laughed and said yes!! 

THEN WE WALKED IN TO BE GREETED BY TAYLOR. As soon as she saw us her face lit up and she was like ‘KATIE AND CHLOE!!’ WE SHIT YOU NOT OUR SOULS LEFT OUR FREAKING BODIES. SHE KNEW WHO WE WERE AND KNEW OUR NAMES, she seemed so genuinely happy to see us there. So we ran up to her and hugged her so tight then started talking to her. Then she said to Chloe how shes seen other people wearing her outfit at the event and she was like ‘WHERE CAN I GET THIS?!’ referring to Chloe’s dress and OF COURSE SHE WAS D E A D. TAYLOR SWIFT COMPLIMENTED HER OUTFIT LIKE HOW WAS THIS HAPPENING. So she (Chloe) told her it’s from Topshop. Chloe told her how proud we were of her which was such a special moment. She spoke to our Mum then and thanked her for bringing us and being so supportive then said.. ‘THEY’RE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE’.. WE ARE THE LIGHT OF TAYLOR SWIFT’S FREAKING LIFE. At this point we were literally dead and seriously couldn’t even believe what was happening.  Then she held my hand SO tight (Katie) for most of the time we were talking WE LITERALLY WOULDN’T LET GO OF EACHOTHERS HANDS and she looked straight into our eyes and payed one hundred percent attention the entire time. She seemed so excited to ask and tell us things. She said she loves seeing us online etc. and that she loves our videos that we have posted on there.. SHE HAS WATCHED OUR VIDEOS. She also told us she made an exception so we could be there because it was supposed to be 18+ and we’re 17.. TAYLOR SWIFT made an EXCEPTION because she wanted to MEET US.  Then I (Katie) told her how we’d had a bad time recently but since we got the DM from Taylor Nation we had not stopped smiling. SHE WAS SO HAPPY THAT WE WERE HAPPY. Then Taylor said ‘shall we get a picture on the couch and we can be triplets?’ WE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT’S TRIPLETS. So we replied like ‘ Y E S!!!!!!’ We sat on the couch and T said ‘shall we do this?’ and put her hands under her chin and she looked SO PRECIOUS then we took the picture.We hugged her again and as we were standing up I (Katie) asked her if she’s coming to Manchester on tour and told her how we went to Fearless and 1989. She hugged us again so so tight and said we were adorable. Then she told us she loved us and we said that we loved her again and said bye.

As we were walking out Tree saw us to tell us where to go and she said we’re ‘BEAUTIFUL GIRLS’ which was so nice of her honestly she is complete sunshine. Then we had to wait downstairs for the bus (every time another group came in after meeting Taylor we were just like “HOW DEAD ARE YOU” and we discussed how much we loved the album- everyone was so nice, TS creating friendships as per) and we got given merch bags which had a t-shirt, pop socket, key ring, hat and a sticker inside which is so so lovely of her. All her team from security to TN were so so kind and her parents were literally so lovely they were checking on everyone like, WE LOVE OUR PARENTS

@taylorswift thank you for making that night the best night of our entire lives. We love you so much, we can’t even put into words how special it was you literally have our entire hearts. WE LOVE YOU, TRIPLET. We are honored to be the light of your life.

October Friday 13th 2017. 

Insecure | Jeff Atkins

Just a little late night imagine. 

Hannah and Jeff deserved better so everything is okay in this imagine. Even Jessica is in good hands. 

I may or may not write a part 2 for this one because I definitely feel that it’s unfinished, but I need to think about it. Anyways, enjoy! 

Summary: Jeff is helping Clay to ask Hannah out but in the process Clay makes him realize he is definitely not following his own advice. 

Warnings: none.

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“Oh c’mon Clay!” Jeff slapped his forehead in frustration. “It’s been weeks! When are you finally going to make a move?”

“It’s not that simple” Clay played with his pencil in an attempt to avoid the annoyed stare of his friend.

“It’s really simple actually. She likes you man.” Jeff says patting Clay’s shoulder. “I’ve seen how Hannah acts around you and she definitely likes you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Dude, Hannah has been struggling a lot lately.” Jeff shakes his head. “but she seems to forget about her problems when she’s around you. You should really ask her out.”

“Jeff I don’t think…”

“C’mon Clay! You’re going to Jessica’s party this weekend, right?”

“Sure, why?”

“Because Hannah is going too. You can ask her out at the party. It’s perfect!” Clay snorted.

“Yeah… not gonna happen.” Jeff groaned. He was getting tired of Clay’s insecurity but he was not giving up.

“It’s not that hard! You just go and talk to her and then…” his words hang in the air unfinished, as a particular girl enters the room. Y/N.  

Jeff can’t help but stare as she walks through the library. She seemed so carefree while she meticulously studied some books and picked up some of them on her way. She looked so pretty with her hair in that messy bun and dressed in that little grey dress. It was Jeff’s favorite dress.

Jeff has been crushing on her ever since the first time he saw her at the library before he started his tutoring sessions wth Clay. She was always there doing schoolwork or sometimes just reading a book.

Eventually he found out her name was Y/N, (courtesy of Zach), and the rest was history.

He knew she was the top of her class and colleges were already interested in her, making her offers for her future.

All in all, he didn’t know that much about her, but he was without a doubt, infatuated with her.

She took a seat in the table in front of his and started taking some notes from the books she gathered. Jeff couldn’t help but sigh.

“You’ve got some nerve dude.” Clay scoffs while shaking his head, pulling him out of his daydream.

“Huh?”

“How dare you sit there and criticize my love life when you’re pining over a girl who doesn’t even know you exist?” Jeff scowls.  

“Do you know her?” He asked ignoring Clay’s accusation, because honesty… he was right.

“Actually I do.” Clay smiled smugly.

“Really?” Jeff can’t help but get excited over this little piece of information.

“Yeah. She’s in my class.” he shrugs. “She’s cute. One of the sweetest girls actually.”

“Why did you wait until now to tell me this?” Jeff asked a bit annoyed.

“I just noticed you like her by the way you stared at her.” he put his hands up in defense. “But hey, knowing you at this point I would assume you already have her number.” he teased making Jeff even more annoyed.

“I can’t just go up to her and ask for her number.” Jeff said sadly.

“Why? You’re the ladies man. Why is she different?” Clay couldn’t be more confused. Jeff has always been confident and has girls lining up at his door waiting for him.

“She’s a smart girl dude and I’m barely passing my classes.” defeat was evident on his my face. “She wouldn’t go out with me.”

“I can’t believe you’re doubting yourself.” Clay shook his head. “You’re a really cool guy. She wouldn’t reject you Jeff.” he just kept staring at her without a care of getting caught. “Trust me, she could care less about your grades, just ask her out.”

“I’m not sure…”

“I heard she’s also going to the party.” Clay smirked. “She’s really nice! You have my word that she wouldn’t reject you.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?” he gave in.

“Well that’s more than I would be willing to offer so that’s fine by me.” he smiled satisfied and returned to his book while Jeff’s mind was still uneasy filled with all his self doubt.

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Clay was busy refilling the snack bowls when he saw Hannah arriving to the party. He didn’t go up to her and started a conversation as Jeff would probably want it. He escaped through the back door and tried to leave the party. Tried is the key word.

Jeff caught Clay and he didn’t miss the chance to try and convince him to talk to Hannah.

“Hey! Slow down man! Where you going?” Clay tried to come up with a good excuse but there was no way Jeff would let him go home without putting up a fight.

“I just, I gotta get up really early.” Jeff ignored him.

“Dude, Hannah’s here.”

“She is? That’s cool. Hope she has a nice time.” Clay tried to leave once again but Jeff was not budging.

“You need to go in there and talk to her.” he shook his head.

“She’s talking to someone else, she’s busy.” it was clear that Jeff was starting to get frustrated.  

“That’s your cue, man. That’s your cue to cut in.” Clay thought about it for a second. He looked at Hannah through the window and funny enough, she was chatting with Y/N.

Fine. If Jeff was going to make him do this, he was definitely not going down alone.

“You know what? You’re right. I’m gonna talk to her.” Jeff was surprised by his sudden change of demeanor but whatever was going through his friend mind, was helping him with his confidence.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Just watch.” Clay entered the house and without a second thought approached the girls.

Jeff, who was watching from the backyard, held his breath. He didn’t notice when Y/N arrived. She looked beautiful as ever.

Clay greeted both of them but when he hugged Y/N, he gave Jeff a smug smile.

Everything made sense now. He was setting him up.

With Clay there, Y/N immediately felt the urge to leave him and Hannah alone. She didn’t want to end up third wheeling.

She quickly excused herself telling them she was going to get a drink and made her way to the kitchen.

Jeff knew this was his chance to make a move. If Clay had finally taken his advice on Hannah, he should definitely do the same.

He followed Y/N to the kitchen and found her leaning against the counter filling a cup with pineapple juice.

“Hey.” He greeted trying desperately to hide his awkwardness. She turned her face in his direction and smiled.

“Oh! Hi Jeff.” She happily replied taking Jeff by surprise.

“You-you know my name?” The excitement was evident in his voice and Jeff wanted to hit himself repeatedly for blowing his own cover. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.  

“You’re friends with Clay and Zach. They’re my friends too so I know who you are.” she shrugged. “I don’t think we’ve met before though. I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah well I know your name too Y/N.” he smiled. This wasn’t as smooth as he expected it to be, but it wasn’t that bad either. “So pineapple juice, huh?”

“Yeah I’m not that much of a drinker.” she sipped on her cup. “Especially if the only thing available is warm beer.” Jeff chuckled and planted herself next to her in front of the counter.

She took a look around and focused her gaze on Hannah and Clay that were animatedly chatting by the couch. She was happy Clay was finally speaking to Hannah out of school or work.

“Took him long enough, don’t you think?” she pointed at them with her cup and Jeff followed her gaze.

“Tell me about it.” he sighed.

“So how is tutoring going?” she seemed genuinely interested and this made Jeff feel a bit flustered.

“Not that great, to be honest. History has been kicking my ass and as patient as Clay is, I’m still struggling.” he shook his head with disappointment. “I need to pass all my classes if I want to keep my spot on the baseball team.”

“That sucks.” She couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to handle all the pressure from the team and school. She could barely breathe with all the extra schoolwork she had to do in order to get some extra credits. “I can help you too if you want to.” She knew that Clay was already helping him but having someone else apart from him to rely on could be useful.

“Really?” To say that Jeff was astonished was the understatement of the year. The girl that he has been crushing on for so long, is here offering him her help without them even being friends.

“Really.” she nodded. “I know that Clay is already helping you and he is indeed a great tutor, but if you ever need some extra help or more tutoring sessions I can help you with that.”  

“I’m gonna have to take your offer on that. I could definitely use some extra help.”  

“Sure! I’m always at the library, you can pay me a visit whenever you need it.” Jeff knew she wasn’t flirting but she was being so sweet, he couldn’t help but think he had a chance with her.

He was building up some courage to ask her on a date when he was pulled out of his thoughts abruptly.

Jessica came wobbling into the kitchen with a cup clutched tightly in his hand. Y/N was fast and caught her before she fell on her face.

“Woah! Careful there Jess.” The smell of alcohol hit her as soon as Jessica turned her face to her. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in disgust. Jessica was completely wasted and could barely stay awake.

“I’m… not feeling… good.” she slurred over her words. Y/N knew she now was in charge of keeping her safe, considering all of Jessica’s friends were just as drunk as she was. She sighed.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the bathroom before something happens.” Before she could grab her, Jeff sprinted into action and helped Y/N to carry Jessica to the bathroom. He set her on the floor next to the toilet before making his way out. “Thank you Jeff, I couldn’t have carried her by myself.”

“No problem.” he was a bit upset that Jessica interrupted their chat but he also understood why Y/N was helping her out. It made him like her even more.

Not everyone gets out of their way to take care of a drunk girl and make sure no one takes advantage of her.

Y/N turned her back to the door and patted Jessica’s face with a wet washcloth. She made sure her hair was out of her face in case she needed to throw up.

Jeff felt all tingly watching Y/N being so gentle with her. He was a goner.

“Before I go… can I ask you something?” she looked at him and gave him a tiny smile.

“Of course.” Jeff took a giant breath of air. This was it.

“Would you like to go to Rosie’s tomorrow?” her smile never faltered.

“Sure! I’ll take my notes and…” No, she was misinterpreting the whole thing.

“No. I don’t mean to study…at least not tomorrow.” Y/N looked taken aback but quickly recovered. “I want to go out with you.” she blushed fiercely and bit her lip in embarrassment. Jeff couldn’t help but smirk.

I made her nervous.

“I’d like that.” she answered with the blush still present on her cheeks.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 6!” he could barely hold in his excitement so he was silently praying she didn’t notice. The girl he liked wanted to go on a date with him!

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.” in a sudden confidence boost, Y/N stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his cheek. Jeff felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture.

“See ya’ ” He waved at her and left the room, closing the door behind him.

His cheeks hurt from smiling too much. This was by far one of the best nights of his life.

He turned around and was startled by Clay standing in the hallway with Hannah next to him. Both of them were smiling like crazy and Hannah even giggled a bit.

“I told you she wouldn’t reject you.” Clay reminded him and Jeff slapped his shoulder.

“Shut up, man.” but he was happy that after all, Clay was right.  

Michelle and Peter Headcanons

Sorry this is more like a novel. It’s inspired by Tom Holland’s ratchet foot insta story the other day.

• Let’s be real Michelle is totally a cat person
• so is Peter
•but Michelle is like let-me-rescue-all-the-stray-cats-in-sight kinda cat person
•so when Michelle works up the nerve to invite Peter over for the first time, she of course has about 10 cats invading her home
• “this group is all named after women in literature” she says like it’s an obvious statement
• “Margaret, Sylvia, Toni, Mary, Maya, Gloria, and that’s P-” she stops listing abruptly once her eyes land on an obnoxiously orange and slightly mangled cat. It’s looks like it’s seen some stuff with its chipped ear and soulful brown eyes.
• “What’s the one’s name?” Peter is genuinely curious now.
• “shut up.” Michelle doesn’t elaborate any further and moves to her bedroom where Margaret and Toni follow.
• Michelle totally keeps cat food on the fire escape for cats to come by and enjoy.
• Peter doesn’t want to persist and drops it at that, but as soon as he sits on Michelle’s book laden floor, “no-name” perches in his lap and makes it a point he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
• Michelle gets a soft look in her eyes but then she’s pulling out her ap chemistry book and it’s all business for there on out.
• once Michelle and Peter have gotten more comfortable with each other and Ned and Liz are no longer the only friends on his Snapchat, they’ve accumulated a streak of a hard 75. Of course they’re mostly snaps of street cats that they pass throughout the day.
• one day Peter was most likely overwhelmed by his friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duties and breaks the streak.
• Michelle is not okay.
• she even goes about ignoring him the next day and after moving herself and her stack of books down to Ned and Peter’s end of the table for a solid 2 months now, she’s back to her ways of isolation.
• at the end of the day when Peter and Ned are having their usual locker meeting she makes a point to talk to Ned in front of Peter.
• “can you let Peter know that I’m very upset with him right now?”
• Ned is thoroughly confused and is looking back and forth between Peter and Michelle for some answers
• “but Peter is right he-”
• “thank you Ned I’m leaving now.”
• Peter is determined to make up for whatever he did wrong to Michelle.
• so of course he gets her a new sketchbook and pencils.
• she fills up those things fast.
• Peter webs a heartfelt “I’m sorry” on to the building across Michelle’s window and hastily waits after texting her to look.
• as he’s hiding on her fire escape he hears her scramble to open the window and her curly head pops out.
• he comes out from hiding with everything he wants to say practiced in his head to avoid screwing up.
• “I’m really sorry for whatever I did Michelle. I’m so sorry, but. Seriously, what did I do” He wasn’t supposed to say that.
• she just crosses her arms and squints.
• Peter is practically sweating under his spidey suit.
• “take off the mask.”
• he immediately listens not wanting to mess up.
• she takes in a deep breath and releases with the back of her hand slapping into the palm of her other “you broke the streak Peter.”
• Peter is at a loss for words and once Michelle notices she pulls him inside and shuts the window.
• “th-the streak?” Peter is embarrassed at how he practically squeaked.
• “yes the streak. Do you know how panicked I get when I don’t hear from you?” Of course it’s not also because how she loves the rush of excitement she gets from seeing a snap pop up from C3-Peter0. No way.
• realization finally settles into Peter and the tension leaves his shoulders.
• “the streak.”
• “yes Peter, the streak, we’ve established that.”
• Peter laughs in relief and automatically regrets it.
• Michelle gets a murderous look in her eyes and Peter has to act quick.
•"no, no, no. I’m not laughing cause I think it’s funny.“
• Michelle’s posture finally relaxes.
• “I’m just so relieved. I didn’t realize I hadn’t snapped back. I thought you got the one where I was getting takeout with May.”
• Michelle’s face suddenly scrunches up in disgust.
• “you mean the one with your ugly ass toes that you posted on your story?”
• Peter goes straight for the jab at his toes.
• “wait. Toes? Ugly? Since when are there attractive looking toes in existence?”
• Michelle stares him in the eyes as she yanks off her sock to display her perfectly painted toenails.
•Peter is speechless
• “but that’s beside the point. I’m sorry for ignoring you today.” Michelle blurts.
• Peter is taken aback. Michelle is pretty stubborn about apologizing.
• “I’m sorry too. That my toes are so ugly.”
• she playfully slaps him on the arm.
• “okay, okay. I really am sorry. I promise I’ll communicate with you everyday. Scouts honor.” His right hand raised.
• “you were a boyscout?”
• “… maybe”
• more ammo for Michelle
• “ you’ll have to show me your patches some time.”
• Michelle’s parents are out for the evening so they decide to make it a movie night.
• Peter changes into the stashed clothes he keeps at Michelle’s.
• as Michelle sketches Peter in her new book while a French film plays in the background, Peter finally asks.
• “so seriously what’s the cat’s name?”
• “what cat?” Her eyes focused on her work.
• “oh I don’t know, the one that is glued to me.”
• he points to the infamous orange cat in his lap.
• Michelle mumbles something under her breath.
• “ eder urrker”
• “hmm? I didn’t catch that over the arguing in French.”
• “Peter Purrker”
• a grin breaks out his face
• Michelle’s favorite grin
• he takes in a breath
• “don’t make me kick you out.”
• he holds it.
• and settles into the warm comfort of Peter and Michelle’s company.


@whiteroombanshee thanks for the help 💖💖💖😎

“His Wedding” Part 2

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: maybe a lil angsty?

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2


To assure him that I’m actually considering it, I laugh and repeat, “Let’s do it! I’ll be your wedding planner, Bucky.”

“Oh, my God. You have no idea how much happy you’ve made me!” Bucky gets up from his chair and makes a round from the desk to reach out and pulls me up in a tight hug.

Yes, he’s happy because I said yes to plan his wedding with Lilly. Well, he must have been even happier when she would’ve said yes to marry him. But at least I made him smile by saying yes to this. While being in his arms, I tried not to smell his cologne because that will make me even more addicted than I am. I wiggle out of his grip, my hands falling back to my sides but his remained firm on mine.

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|| 22nd July 2017 ||

How great is your best pal from one to she actually robbed Tiger to get me everything I asked her for? My best pal is the bestest pal EVER

So in the first picture you can see the four (4) sets of amazing markers she got for me, and all the splendid washi tapes she managed to find!

I’m so excited to start using them for my notes and bujo, although I will probably need a new pencil case for them exclusively. That’s one downside of loving stationery, you eventually run out of space and it breaks your heart.

On Tuesday I am leaving for Amsterdam with some friends and could not be happier; I’ll hopefully find amazing shops and will come home with tons of things to help me start the new year in the best way!

cinnacorn  asked:

Hi there! I love your books and grew up with them, I'm so excited to read your upcoming works! Anyway, I wanted to know what kind of future Kel has in regards to her career - how does she move up in the world? Does she take over the King's Own eventually?

I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s awfully good, and she’s got the right temperament. It remains for Jon to see that she’ll be accepted, but at some point, after something like ten years at New Hope, she’ll be shifted to other parts of the country to see how she manages with other lords, other groups of the Own, other groups of the army, and other threats to the kingdom. Hill men, coastal raiders. 

I think by the time she’s 45 or so, she’ll either be moved into command in the army or she’ll be head of the King’s Own. She gets along with other knights and other lords a lot better than Alanna does. She’s a lot more like Raoul in that respect. She works a lot better with the King and Queen than Raoul does, sometimes. (Raoul gets along better with Thayet.)

In the mean time she takes whatever position she gets, she doesn’t offend people by walking in and saying “I’m going to set this place right,” she talks to not just the commanders, but the foot soldiers and the servants and the local people. She does her own shopping, at least until Tobe catches up, and if somebody has a problem with her she offers to take it to the training yard. Usually the problem goes away.

I can see people's auras... and it's a curse.

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

For me, it’s quite simple. I see a faint light surrounding people. Everyone. And in that light, I can see their morality. The brighter and more translucent the light is, the better the person. The darker and opaquer, the worse. Dim and partly translucent are morally ambiguous. To simplify things, those are the three ways I describe them. Dark equals evil. Bright equals good. Dim equals somewhere in between. It’s strange, I’ve always viewed the people with grey/dim auras as… arbiters. Mediators. The people in between, who aren’t one or the other, and will always have difficult decisions to make.

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Whatever you do, don’t imagine Harry on his wedding day.

…okay fuck that. Let me paint the picture for you.

They’re all getting ready for the big day. James in the background mentally going over his speech. He got ordained so he could hold the ceremony and even though he loves a joke, he takes this task very seriously.

Jeff is hanging around somewhere, too, but he’s on the phone again, probably checking in on Glenne for the tenth time in the last half hour (which means actually checking in on Harry’s bride because he came to care about her almost as much as he did for Harry which was a whole fucking lot).

The other groomsmen were also milling about in the small room, straightening out collars and suit jackets, tying shoes and checking their hair in the mirror.

Harry feels himself gradually getting more nervous and this stupid fucking tie just… won’t… do what it’s supposed to.

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anonymous asked:

Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤

((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))

‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’

‘Yea yeah. See you then.’

‘Love you, grumpy.’

‘Love you too, ditzy.’

Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.

Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.

Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.


“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”

You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.

“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.

You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.

“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”

“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”

Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.

“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”

“Keep reading!”

“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”

It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.

“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.

“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.

“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”

“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.

He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…

“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.   

“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”

Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.

“Best fucking surprise ever.”