i might even write a fanfic

if you love me LET ME



So. Here’s some art and a fic I’ve been holding onto for…about a year. I’ve been too nervous to post it anywhere because I don’t write, but my chances to post are running out so now or never! 

This is my take on why and how Keith knew Shiro when they met in the first episode. There weren’t many stories like this when I wrote it but I’m sure there are alot now but whatever, just take it. This follows the main scenes of the first episode, with some added details/headcanons and flashbacks added into the mix. Oh, and male pronouns for Pidge because this is from Keith’s early perspective. Beta’d by my lovely friend @x-i-l-verify~

This is also written in a completely platonic light. I love Keith and Shiro as surrogate brothers of sorts, and the team as a family, so if you reblog…

Please don’t tag any ships on this! Thank you!

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for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

m a s t e r l i s t

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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in case you’re considering writing cute winter fluff this year might i suggest...

- sharing! a! long! scarf! 

- a being an ass and putting their cold hands on b’s warm neck 

- cafeteria tray/cardboard sheet sledding aka how to kiss your datefriend in a snowdrift bc you’re idiots and went flying into one 

- christmas! market! dates!!!

- hey the fire alarm in our dorm went off at 3am and you ran outside without a coat wanna share my blanket? 

- a learning how to make traditional holiday foods from b’s culture bc they’re homesick 

- decorating wars complete with Too Much Glitter ™

- ice skating dates and which one’s kinda unstable and clinging cutely to the other 

- is die hard a christmas movie? the debate (it absolutely is) 

- “i said UGLY christmas sweaters not nsfw christmas sweaters, we can NOT wear these, my boss will kill me”

- who peeks at their presents early and tries to hide the evidence and who actually loves the anticipation and wondering? 

- “would you like some hot cocoa with your mountain of marshmallows oh my god are you TRYING to put yourself into a sugar coma?" 

- fireplaces. ‘nuff said.

- "what made you think that putting a holiday sweater on our CAT was a good idea? i’ll get the band-aids." 

- you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED 

- the power’s out & we’re snowed in, how on earth will we stay warm???

- you booked a snowy carriage ride through the park & i’m afraid of horses but you’re excited OH GOD HORSES ARE BIGGER CLOSE UP & GOING TO EAT ME 

- candy cane sword fights & how quickly they can escalate 

- your family sucks so you’re kinda meh on holidays, lets make some fun, new traditions together!

- we were going to go walking around the neighborhood to see all the pretty lights but you woke up feeling a bit under the weather and not up to being outside in the snow so i snuck out early this morning and made a video of them all for you so you didn’t have to miss out

Active Larries

So further to the big boycott list that we periodically reblog, someone wondered a couple of weeks ago whether all the Larries on the list were still active as we’ve seen such a drop in some of the big ones. I’ve found myself with a bit of time on my hands after meeting a deadline earlier in the month, so I thought I’d go through the list and see what I could find. Lucky me getting to click on all those toxic blogs!

16meets18 - this redirects to 16meets18.com, still active, has blogged today
2tiedships2 - active, has blogged today, is a prolific gifmaker but ~weirdly~ enough only makes gifs of Louis from nine hundred years ago
aaronexplainsitall (was aaronbutterfield) - Aaron flounced off Tumblr soon after Louis’ promo started at the beginning of the summer, then wrote this post in August about how he wasn’t going to blog about 1D anymore, has actually blogged about 1D since then, but is pretty inactive. One of the London bloggers who all appear to have dropped off Tumblr 
aboutchopsuey - fairly inactive, the front page of the blog has posts dating back 2 months, dropped off when Louis’ promo started in July 
alw4ys-you (was summer5tars) - on permanent hiatus, last blog is dated 3 months ago. Says they’re on hiatus due to anon hate and needing a fresh start, may have got a new name  
anchoredlou - hasn’t blogged since the end of August 
annalarrie - is the artist for all those fucking rainbow bear drawings that pop up, so may be a sideblog for someone else? I’m not sure. The latest post has tags about how the Azoffs aren’t saving Louis or Harry and how Jeff’s friendship with Harry is a stunt, so that’s how they’re looking 
annulloamato (was thendowncamethelightning) - no longer at this URL, anyone know where they went? 
ashavahishta - hasn’t blogged in a month but that’s not that unusual for Asha, she may be back. Has been really inactive since like February.
astolenchild - now afireforaheart, it redirects though. Still active, reblogging foetus gifs a lot 
bakagamieru - still active, is also a Ziam and has a hilarious post on the front page making some leaps of logic between Liam saying he likes the song Englishman in New York and shading/hinting at his true sexuality 
bananastagram - still Larrying
beautlouis - is now thelovejandles, hasn’t posted in three weeks but one of her tags says “hospital queue” so may well be in hospital (and if so, I hope she’s okay) 
beccasafan - still Larrying, still active 
betterstllbemywindingwheel - still active 
birdonahotdog - still active 
bitofbanter - was active earlier in the week 
blouehjob - now at deepindeniall, still active 
bluemetgreen - still active 
boyfriendsofficial - is no longer at this url 
britishhusbands - still active
bromanceshmomance - still active, although I think she had a bit of a hiatus? 
bulletproofhalo - we discovered this week that BPH has links to Rolling Stone and can make them write articles about the covers Harry plays, but can’t make them investigate Hollywood’s Baby Faking scandl! Gosh. 
bunboyfriend - still Larrying 
buscandoelparaiso - still Larrying, being particularly gross about Briana deleting photos 
business-direction - still pretending to be nice, still a gross Larrie underneath 
certainthingshappened - not there anymore 
claudiyah - hasn’t blogged since August so possibly gone 
claudiyah-art - ah, the above blogger’s fanart tumblr. Hasn’t posted anything 1D related since the beginning of August, may have moved on 
cliffordnlouis - not there 
conscious–ramblings (yeah, 2 hyphens, fam) - had a hiatus for about six weeks I think, just after Louis’ promo started, pleading mental health issues. Has posted a bit, but isn’t completely back. I feel like her powers are diminished since Aaron and Verily went AWOL. 
coolbreeeze - was actively Larrying this week 
curlyhairedcuntandboobear - still has the mantra “THERE IS NO BABY” in their header, where very clearly there is now A baby, regardless of who he belongs to 
dailydoseofziam - still Larrying, still Ziaming 
daysundercover - still Larrying, also reblogging foetus pictures from 900 years ago 
diggingandfluff - Fluff bowed out a few weeks ago didn’t she? Iftheresnolove made sure to post a message from her that said she was still a Larrie, but I’m not altogether convinced. Fluff always seemed the most likely to actually have music industry connections, I wonder if she finally saw the light 
directionereg - still Larrying 
droppedmyburrito - hasn’t been active for a couple of weeks, but was still Larrying then 
droppingtheveilofmaya - oh, still one of the most disgusting humans I’ve ever come across. Tends to get very angry when anyone casts doubt upon all her industry connections 
dunkirknews - now appears to be a spam blog? 
elceeu2morrow - still Larrying 
evenstarsinthesky - still active 
everythingstylinson - still Larrying, posting manips of Louis being on stage with Harry cos that’s not creepy at all 
felicitetomlinsondaily - Fizzy update blog so generally stays away from Larry stuff but I’m sure bigger brains than mine can say why they’re on this list? 
ferninism - is still friends with a lot of Larries, but hasn’t actually posted anything Larry related in quite a while. Still one to blacklist though. 
fireprooof - still active, still Larrying 
fluffyyorkshirepudding - are you kidding me that this woman is 49 years old. Still Larrying, has a wild story in her tags today about Harry glaring at Briana at a show two years ago 
freddieismyqueen - hasn’t posted on Tumblr in almost a year, since November 2016, but I’m sure I saw some Larrie this week talking about a new YouTube video from her, so she’s still out there 
fuckyeahlouis - gone, no longer there 
gaynkles (was lcighade) - no overtly Larry posts that I can see, but, well, they’ve still got that URL 
gaysilk - still Larrying 
gemma-daily - like the Fizzy update blog, I don’t know how they’re a Larrie, but yeah they’re still updating on Gemma 
genderneutralsongs - hasn’t posted since May 
geneticistlarrie - still active 
gigglelou - still Larrying 
goodmorningtoyouuniverse - still active 
happy1days - still active 
happytinylou - still active 
haroldslovebites - still active 
harryandlouisarehappilystrong - still Larrying 
harrysdimplesarethedeathofme - doesn’t appear to have posted about Louis in a while, although I can’t be bothered going back overly far. Is still friends with Larries as proven by the blogroll linked. 
heterophobiclouis (was worththewhiletweet) - still a Larrie 
iamlouistomlinson - still Larrying 
idareyoutotakealook - still Larrying 
iftheresnolove - still gross and disgusting, not even going to say anymore. Still updating her spreadsheets of lies 
intenselouis - still active 
investigatewsrm - redirects to investigaterainbows, still a Larrie 
itsastorm - still Larrying 
itwilltoteshappen - still active, can’t be bothered going far enough back to find any Louis content though 
jhoappreciationblog - is now password protected 
jimmytfallon - still active 
justinjaymie - one of the absolute worst Larries, I hate even going on this blog 
just-kind-of-happened - hasn’t posted in a week but that might be normal 
kindofsharethat - still Larrying
knightchanges - still gross 
lads-laddylads - still terrible, although she seems to be an outlier in the fandom now. She’s had some harassment recently about being straight and writing gay fanfic, and just seems to have some unpopular opinions. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ducks out soon 
lapelosa - has been missing for a lot of the year. Looks like Angela finally gave up fighting the Big Gay War! 
larrienation - used to be kaylornation, so it looks like they’ve got form in other tinhat fandoms too. Lovely 
larryalbum - still a Larrie 
larryappreciation - not a lot of Larry content but still has the URL so 
larryftdua (was vansandburberry) - still Larrying 
larryownsthisass - empty tumblr now 
lattebiscotti - still Larrying, writing posts about how Harry will be “MIA” when Louis is doing pro, they just know it! 
lawyerlarrie - still Larrying, still pretending to be a feminist 
laynefaire - still Larrying 
legohousedea - still Larrying, insisting Louis is wearing a nod to Freddie Mercury when wearing a shirt with a lighhtning bolt on 
lesbianslovelouis - of course she’s still active, the day she gives up I’m throwing a fucking party. Got EVEN CREEPIER in the last few months and has Barbie dolls to act out her creepy fantasies 
lhrry - still Larrying 
lhrryart - fanart blog of above blog, not particularly active this year 
loneozner - still Larrying 
lornasaurusrex - still Larrying 
lostjams - still active 
lottiesource (was lottie-source) - like the other updates accounts for the girls, I don’t know about this one being a Larrie blog, but it is still active 
louisandthedagger - still using the tag “my gay son” to refer to Louis so you know 
louisbravado - still active 
louisea - calling Camilla a trash bag so you know still Larrying 
louissbbtomlinson (was veteranlarrie) - still a Larrie 
loumos (was anchoredlou) - has been to a meet up of several Larries mentioned here (bulletproofhalo, srslycris, anchoredlou, firstmatesheera, olieolieoxnfree, too-old-for-this-ship) recently 
lsanchor - sideblog of janree, appears active 
lucystarkid - currently convinced it’s not Harry’s decision to play the Victoria’s Secret show, so yeah, still Larrying 
lululawrence - still active 
m3llybaby - hasn’t been active since Harry’s Dunkirk promo a couple of months ago 
mellygrant - somewhat active, second post says that she’s been on and off. Appears to be a Ziam tinhat too 
miss-you-sweetcheeks - not very active but sidebar still says they’re a Larrie 
nerds4life - still active 
nsfwtomlinson - still active, says Harry is a gay icon so I’m going to say still a Larrie 
oiiiioiiii - still active 
onmykneesforlarry - sideblog for nauticallyrics, apparently. Hasn’t been active since last December (NB nauticallyrics is definitely still a Larrie)
oopstatt - still active 
organictm - …interestingly, has this post calling out Big Larries…. still definitely a Larrie though 
ot5alwaysinmyheart - still Larrying 
otpwhatever - still active, can’t be bothered to find any Larry on there as it’s not recent 
pass-the-pencil - still active 
paynespider - still a Larrie, also hates Taylor Swift 
paynoisbatman - still active 
perfectionlouis - still Larrying 
proudoflou - still active, nothing overtly Larry on the front page currently 
quietasides - still active 
quirkyharry - nothing at this URL 
rainbowbears - nothing here either 
saracha33 - still active, still gross 
seahorseharry - still a Larrie 
seasurfacefullofclouds - still a Larrie 
sexatoxbridge - extremely sadly still Larrying 
shadyshit91 - one of the worst of the current crop. I feel like she slid into a power vacuum left by Verily, Aaron, Lapelosa etc, and is revelling in it. Also the author of the masterpost about how much Freddie looks like Brett and “is a Clark”. Totally disgusting human 
since-he-was-eighteen - now at pinkhalo, still a Larrie 
srslycris - lol of course she’s still here she likes the power 
sslarrybullship - using the tag “Harry is an LGBT icon” so 
sslarrysettingsail - flounced two months ago during Louis’ promo 
stephaniesoteriou - hasn’t been on Tumblr since last December, but this is th woman who writes for Yahoo, right? I dunno how recently she’s done that 
straightguysdont2 - still active 
stylinsin (was m-rmaid) - still Larrying, thinks the Victoria’s Secret show is a cover for something else 
suitsdirection - still active 
tdoj - nothing here now 
tellmethisisnotlove - of course Gabi is still active, she’s another one I’ll throw a party for when she leaves 
that-regular-chick - flounced in th middle of August 
thetommmo - still active 
theirstoryofevents - still a Larrie 
thembutterflies (was areyougoodwithyourhands/nelligans/handslows) - still active 
thetomlinsondaily - still active 
thesparkleboots - now at styles2017, but that says it’s a saved account with no posts 
thestylinsoncrew - password protected 
thisiskatsblog - is part of Rainbow Direction 
thispigeonisntgivingup - still a Larrie 
thosedamnbears - still active 
tmlinsons - inactive most of the year, not been seen since April 
tmlnsn - still a Larrie 
tomlinsins - not found at this URL 
tomlinsoz - redirects to louistomlivson, but that blog is on hiatus 
tommosgun - still active, reblogging foetus gifs 
tommosloueh - posted recently but before that hadn’t been active in a while 
tommosmiddlefinger - may have flounced today! Gosh 
tommosnips - nothing at this URL 
twopoppies - still Larrying 
unintentionalarry - flounced at the end of June, has a new URL which isn’t given 
urfookinjob - still active 
verily-i-say - Vee flounced at the beginning of the summer, but was back briefly in the middle of September. Not been seen since then so let’s hope she’s fucked off again. One of the worst; Vee is the originator of the “let’s make out like Briana had sex with her stepdad” grossness 
wankingloueh - now thegayankle, which is active 
waitingforthatday - still active 
watchyourattitude - still Larrying 
wellingtontat - is now theageofhaquarius, still a Larry 
whimsicule - hasn’t posted anything Larry in aaaages 
whisperedlouis - still active 
whiteknightonasteed - still active 
withoutacuppateaaa - thankfully, this horrendously disgusting Larrie hasn’t posted since December 2016 
yeezydoodles - still active 
youfuckingloosah - status: dark Larrie 
zenlikejen - still active, still gross 
zourry - still, most definitely, a Larrie 

Phew! And don’t worry haters, I still had time today to paint my kitchen, do som washing, watch a film, make a shepherd’s pie, AND spend time with my significant other! 

To The Moon And Back

A while back @carrie11 tagged me asking if I could write something for this pic. So here you go. Nothing but flufff ahead. 

Mulder is hiding in the kitchen, not touching anything, not even the dirty dishes. With his luck he’d shatter Scully’s favorite plate, or flood the whole apartment. He wishes he could just leave, disappear, but that would be selfish and cowardly. Or would it? He glances at the kitchen table where a bunch of diapers, unused, lie scattered. Scully didn’t say it, never says it, but he’s useless here. Instead of being a father, he is a second baby in need of attention and supervision. Scully doesn’t need this. Or him.

“Mulder?” She walks into the kitchen gently rocking William, who is wearing a diaper three sizes too big for his small form. He’s cooing happily, at least. Scully, hair and clothes disheveled, looks anything but. It’s his fault, of course, and he’d do anything for her right now. “I know I said it was all right but… could you maybe go and buy the right sized diapers after all? It doesn’t really work.” He sees it now on Scully’s shirt. It’s white. Or rather it’s supposed to be. Right now it’s dotted with yellow and brown spots.

“Of course.” He swallows hard.

“I found this,” Scully stops him momentarily in his haste to get away from here. She hands him a piece of cardboard. “Just… these are the diapers. If you can’t find them yourself ask someone.” Mulder takes it and nods solemnly. He considers kissing her, but she turns away from him again before he can. With a sigh, he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Before he puts the three bags of diapers into his cart, Mulder makes sure they are the right size this time. Ten times. It’s the right one, he is certain. He quickly maneuvers through the aisles, trying not to get distracted again. Who knew it was this difficult to buy diapers. They should use bigger letters and numbers on their front, he thinks. Not cute babies. None of the babies are as cute as William, of course. Yet, staring at these toothless, smiling faces he’d been reminded of his own son back home, safe in his mother’s arms. So no, he hadn’t noticed the age indicator in the corner. All Mulder had seen was a baby that resembled William and he’d bought those diapers without even thinking. Not this time, though. He stops for a moment, checks the size once more, just to be sure. He doesn’t want to face Scully again, see the confusion in her eyes, hear the disappointment in her voice. He can do this. If he can do nothing else, but damn it, he can buy diapers for his son.

When Mulder lifts his head again, he notices that he’s surrounded by baby clothes. Oh oh. He tries not to look at the cute little outfits, but his legs feel like lead as he tries to leave as quickly as possible. Then he sees it, stops without even wanting to. It’s a bib, nothing more. They have plenty of those already. They don’t need any more. They don’t have a bib like this, though. Mulder picks it up, the fabric soft under his fingers, and stares at it. The longer he contemplates buying it, he figures, the later he’ll be back at Scully’s. So he throws it atop the diapers, decision made, and hurries to get back home.

Mulder hears William babbling the minutes he unlocks the door. He grins; the sound his favorite these days. He doesn’t know how he’s lived without it, before.

“Hey.” Scully sits in the rocking chair in the nursery, William against her chest. Her hand is on their restless son’s back.

“Oh hey,” her voice sounds exhausted, as if far away, “you’re back.” Her eyes wander to the bag he’s holding and Mulder shows her that this time, this once, he didn’t screw it up.

“The right ones.” He tries not to sound proud. He should have bought the right ones the first time.

“Can you take him?” Scully gets up with difficulty and hands Mulder the baby.

“Hey buddy.” William’s eyes grow big and he starts kicking his tiny feet joyfully. At least someone’s glad he is around, Mulder thinks.

“I’d like to take a shower,” Scully says shrugging off her robe right there in the middle of the nursery, “can you watch him for ten minutes? Maybe change him into a fitting diaper.” To his greatest surprise, Scully smiles at him. It’s tired and small, but it’s there.

“Sure, we’ll be fine.” He isn’t sure that’s the truth, but Scully believes him, and shuffles off into the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the shower come on.

“All right, buddy. Your mom says you need a new diaper,” Mulder tells William in a gentle voice, quickly undressing him and taking off the diaper. The boy hates the changing table, is much rather upright where he can see the world, his curious eyes always finding something new. “You’ll grow into these one day, Willy boy,” his son squeaks and Mulder nods at him, “I hope your mom lets me stay around long enough to see it. I’m not exactly father of the year, huh?” Mulder quickly puts one of the new diapers on his son, fastens it, and marvels at his accomplishment until William reminds him that he’s still there, too.

“Right. Let’s put your clothes back on. You know, I bought you something today that you’ll love. I hope you do, anyway. You’re half Scully, so I guess skepticism is part of your genetic make-up. But you’re also part me,” Mulder whispers and grins at William, who seems to have forgotten that he’s on the hated changing table, staring up at his father, listening intently to his words, “so I thought you’d like something that’s a bit more out there. I know your mom prefers these plain things saying you don’t know the difference yet anyway, but it’s never too early to start, right?” With one hand on his son’s stomach, Mulder rummages through his shopping bag. He takes out the bib he bought earlier, shows it to William who pushes his tiny arms into the air, trying to grab it.

“No, no. It’s something you wear.” Carefully, Mulder puts the bib around William’s neck. The boy gurgles, kicks his arms and legs. “You like it, huh? Yeah, me too. Looks good on you. I may not be the best, most organized dad around, Will. But I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you to the moon and back,” Mulder says, leaving kisses on his son’s stomach, who squeals in delight. “I might send you to school without lunch, but I’ll never not answer any of your questions. If your mom lets me, I’ll tell you all about these planets here, the moon and the stars. All of it, William.”

“Even about the aliens, Mulder?” Scully joins them and Will grins when he sees his mother, gurgling his own version of hello. She sneaks an arm around Mulder’s waist, leaning heavily against him. Her hair is still wet, but she smells great and he leans down, kisses her head.

“If you let me.” He whispers into her hair, closing his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I, Mulder?”

“I’m not exactly good at this, Scully. If you haven’t noticed.” She leans away from him, picks up William. She straightens the bib, smiles at it, and Mulder just watches the two people who mean the world to him. Scully looks up at him a moment later and hands their son to him.

“Mulder, you bought the wrong diapers. It’s not the end of the world.” She tells him as she puts on a new pair of pajamas.

“Don’t you remember when I tried to do laundry the other day?” He’d rather not think about it.

“So what? Mulder, you were tired. We’ll be tired for a while. We’ll both make mistakes.”

“You won’t.” She chuckles without looking at him.

“Mulder, you’re the only one who can calm William down when he gets into one of his crying fits. Look at him,” they both glance at their son, asleep in Mulder’s arms, “this only happens when you hold him. You might not be good at shopping, but Mulder you’ve never been good at that. I don’t expect you to be anyone else. You’re a wonderful father.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” Scully whispers, stroking the arms that hold William, “you are. I love the bib you bought, Mulder.” Her fingers trace the symbols on the fabric, the smile never leaving her face.

“You know what, Scully?” He waits until she lifts her eyes, looks at him. “I love you to the moon and back, too.”

She grins, gets on tiptoe, and her lips against his, answers his sentiment with a kiss.  

Thing is, though, Isak doesn’t trust himself, not really. He fucked up too many things in life, both for himself and for others to be able to trust himself. So, he doesn’t.
Even, though, Even trusts Isak, blindly.
And that… That just feels weird, sometimes.
When Even reaches out in the middle of the night after a nightmare, when he mumbles “please, just hold me” in the curve of Isak’s neck. When Even smiles at Isak, openly, honestly, saying nothing and everything at once. When Even doesn’t push, never pushes, to make Isak talk, and instead just waits and waits until Isak crawls into him and confesses his fears and doubts mumbled into Even’s chest.
Even trusts Isak with his secrets, Even trusts Isak he will tell him what he needs to know.
Isak knows there are things Even hasn’t (yet) told him. But it’s not a lack of trust in Isak, it’s just that, some things are too painful to put in words.
So, Even trusts Isak. Of that, Isak is sure. And it’s weird, and Isak sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve it, but also… It’s the nicest feeling in the world. It makes him feel whole in a way he has never felt before.
And in the middle of the night, when Even reaches out and draws Isak flush against his body, Isak knows Even is right to trust him. Because Isak loves him, with his entire body and soul, and Isak would protect this boy with everything he has.

#harrypottersummer is back!

Welcome to harrypottersummer 2017! It’s happening! You get a reread! And you get a reread! Everybody gets a reread! 

So, without further ado -

Cancel all your plans for the summer. We’re rereading Harry Potter.

What’s harrypottersummer?

It’s the most beautiful time of year, aka the time where Potterheads get to reread the entire Harry Potter series over the course of one summer - together! harrypottersummer was created last year, everyone who joined in had a blast, so this is round two and the whole thing is on a very good path to become an annual event.

How does it work?

Starting on June 16th, everyone who cares to join will start reading the Harry Potter series all over, first book to last, whilst sharing but their reading progress as well as headcanons, fanart, fanfics, edits, theories, anecdotes and literally anything else you can think of, on any social media platform you can think of using the hashtag #harrypottersummer. Done!

What’s this year’s schedule?

Last year, we went for a book per week, which was nice for those of us who were stuck with little to no wifi for the bigger part of the reread (-points to self-), but was stressful for busier folks. This year, only the first three books will be getting a week each, and every book from Goblet of Fire onward will be getting two! Yay!

  • June 16th - June 22nd 2017: Philosopher’s Stone Week
  • June 23rd - June 29th 2017: Chamber of Secrets Week
  • June 30th - July 6th 2017: Prisoner of Azkaban Week
  • July 7th - July 20th 2017: Goblet of Fire Week
  • July 21st - August 3rd 2017: Order of the Phoenix Week
  • August 4th - August 17th 2017: Half-Blood Prince Week
  • August 18th - August 31st 2017: Deathly Hallows Week

Wait, whaat? Meetup???

Well, yes meetup, assuming it all works out as planned! In honour of September 1st, 2017 also being Epilogue Day, anyone who happens to be in London that day is more than welcome to stop by at King’s Cross station to come and wave our childhood goodbye one last time. Are you ready? I’m not ready. Nope.

Make sure you check this blog for updates on the meetup, as more details will hopefully be available soon. For now, just know that I’ll be there, @ronaldswheezy will be there, come say hi and have a chat and take selfies and get emotional over our childhood. Why not. Might be fun.

How do I participate?

  • Grab your Harry Potter books, cancel your life, and start rereading.
  • Spread your progress like wildfire. This includes any form of social media you choose to participate in. Tumblr! Snapchat! Instagram! YouTube! Twitter! All the things!
  • Get creative. Write fanfics. Make fanart. Make edits. Make playlists. Start cosplaying. Write a song. Build your own Lego Hogwarts. Nothing is off limits.
  • And finally, tag absolutely EVERYTHING with #harrypottersummer. Everything. Even if it’s just a 4am text post that goes ‘do dementors poop?’.

If you’ve got any more questions, the ask box is open! A calendar page with the schedule and an FAQ face and other things are coming up too, as soon as I get around to setting them all up. If you want to message me on my main blog, you find me @stuckwith-harry

Happy harrypottersummer! <3

every time she smiles

I was surprisingly productive today and managed to write this entire thing (and then I picked a random phrase from it for a title because titles are the worst). I’m pretty happy with it, but I think that, although this was inspired by this weeks #choicescreates prompt, ‘Betrayal’, it got a bit out of hand. I wanted to explore my MCs personality a bit and the way I’ve been headcanoning her thoughts on everything. (I still haven’t decided if I want her to end up with the Prince or with Drake! Leaning towards Drake at the moment though.)

I hope you enjoy it!

Book: The Royal Romance

Ship: MC x Drake.

@hollyashton, @firefly-hwufanficwriter

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Why It's Bad Fandom Etiquette To Put Other People's Fics On Goodreads

Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t speak for every fanwriter in fandom, but I do know for a fact that I speak for several of them.

Books and fics exist in different contexts. Fandom has its whole other set of tropes, conventions, and expectations. Some tropes and conventions are common across different fandoms, but often individual fandoms have their own conventions and things that are only recognisable to the reader within the frames of that particular fandom.

As a fandom writer, we write for the fans within our little corner of the internet. We write based on their expectations, we interact with tropes and ideas from other fics we’ve read. Fanfic is a conversation between fans of a source, and are often products of each other. Taking fanfic out of its context doesn’t work - people not familiar with those fandom codes won’t get it.

Books are commercial products that are written over long periods of time, and have gone through many rounds of editing. That is not to say that all books are good, or that a lot of fanfic isn’t actually better than some published books because they certainly are. But books are longterm projects, and fics are definitely not always that.

We write comment fics for our friends because they were screaming about that new headcanon they have. We spend a single week writing a pinch hit for a fest because someone dropped out and we want people to have a gift. We write while on a sugar and feelings-induced high at 3 AM because that gif set on tumblr sent us into an emotional crisis.

And that’s the fun of fandom. As a fanwriter, that’s what I love. I don’t publish books, because that’s not what I want, at least not at this point in time. I want to have fun with my fandom friends and contribute to the fandoms I love with both more and less thought-out fics.

Do you know the best way to take away that fun? Take my fics and put them alongside published books on goodreads and rate them from 1 to 5. Because, suddenly, my fics all potentially have to hold up next to published books on a site that isn’t made in the context of fanfic. It doesn’t matter if my fics are rated 1 or 5 - it’s the pressure of it. It’s the knowledge that even the silliest comment fic I might write and put on AO3 will suddenly be put on goodreads and judged along with books that people have spent months or years writing.

If you want to put fics on goodreads - ask. Don’t put fanwriters in that position, because it’s also really difficult to get them removed.

A knock sounded on the door. Wade Wilson was on his feet and pirouetted his way to the door in a matter of seconds, flinging it wide open.

“Thank Thor (or Loki)! I was about to starve!

The kid at the door looked on, vaguely unimpressed at Wade’s antics. “Are you the mister Pool comma Dead who ordered a large, uh… pineapple olive, large anchovy mushroom, and large special order of four cheese with… mozzarella sticks as the topping?” he recited the order in a bored drawl, but there was a hint of judgement in his tone. So Wade liked his pizzas with a bit of zest and creativity. Was it a crime? Part of Wade hoped it was, how thrilling would it be to live on the run from the cops for daring to order a pizza outside the conventional system? It would make a great movie! He should write it, he could make millions-

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Pizza kid said, clearing his throat loudly. “If you could maybe pay for these, I gotta get going.” He shifted the pizzas in his grip with a peeved look on his face.

Okay, rude. It’s not like Wade had made him stand there for… Wade checked his watch. Oh. Nearly five minutes. Okay, maybe he’d been dissociating a bit longer than he realized. “My bad,” Wade said, reaching for his wallet, “what do I owe ya for, pretty boy?”

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anonymous asked:

Since you're offering advice: What do you suggest to those of us for whom it is natural and automatic to leave "evaluating" comments? Lately I have erred on the side of simply saying nothing at all, though I feel there must be a happy medium. We are trained all through school to evaluate writing. The first fic site I was ever part of welcomed concrit. I love receiving concrit. I don't agree that it's universal bad etiquette to leave critique. Of course rude and entitled comments are bad. ???

I think it’s just a matter of changing your mindset to accommodate for the situation. You mentioned that in school, you were trained to evaluate writing– was this a writing school where both parties were offering up something to be critiqued and improved? That’s the first difference with fanfic– obviously there are a lot of writers that communicate with one another, but overall there are much more readers than there are writers. Therefore, it’s not equal to offer critique because you are not putting yourself in an equally vulnerable position with that other person. Yes, you love concrit but there’s no like… partnership. Is this making sense? Like I’ve been in writing classes before and in those, you do get to know and trust the people who are giving you concrit. And, you knew that one week they would be critiquing you, and the next you would be offering them suggestions. There was an equal vulnerability and an shared interest in improving.

This isn’t the experience of fandom. You don’t have that trust and partnership that is created in a writing club or school or smaller FF community. And, most importantly, some people honest-to-god aren’t looking to improve their writing. They’re just here to have a good time. Obviously, everyone improves naturally over time, but they aren’t looking for suggestions. They’re just sharing. 

I always like to think of fanfic in terms of cooking for people (i’ve made this analogy before but it works here too). If you were eating at a friend’s house and they asked, “Did you think there was enough salt in the sauce”, then by all means you would feel comfortable answering. Or if it was a good friend, you might even be comfortable saying “This is lovely– I think it would be even better with more mushrooms!” However, you would not go to a relative strangers house, eat their food, and then offer advice. Especially if you knew you would never see this person and they didn’t ask for it. It’s more polite to just keep it at “This is delicious, thank you so much for cooking!” (The best food is free food. Never complain about free food.)

In terms of curbing your natural response to leave concrit rather than just nice comments: In my writing class, I always learned to start with a few positive things before moving on to improvements they can make. So, leaving a positive comment means just cutting out that second half. Leave all those specific, positive good parts. There is nothing better than comments like “I loved your characterization of XX, It was lovely to see the depth in that character” or “Your writing was lyrical and detailed- I felt I could really see the scene unfold!” or “Omgg the line “INSERT LINE HERE” made me smile!” – All the skills of concrit are awesome when applied to positive comments. Just leave out the second half!

You’re right: It’s not universal bad etiquette to leave constructive criticism on a piece of writing. However, it is fandom bad etiquette to leave it on a fic where the author has not asked for it.

If you do love giving and recieving concrit, there are options! First and foremost, say that you welcome concrit in the notes of your fic so you can continue to receive it. In terms of giving it, offer to beta for people! This is the stage of writing when people want and need all the editing skills you have gained in school or elsewhere!

Thanks for the question– I hope this helped you understand where fic authors are coming from and some alternative ways for you to enjoy your fandom experience!

i’ll miss you, kitten. | m

→ Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 3k+
Summary: You and Jungkook were up for some fun since he and there’s snuck out to see your group but, being interrupted multiple times isn’t fun and when their manager figures out that they’re gone- it puts a damper on your time together.

Sitting on my king size bed with my favorite skull candy headphones on, I wanted to block the outside world from reaching my ears. Laptop open and a blank document accessible to where I was writing lyrics but nothing was coming to mind. Little to no words were floating along the document and I was at my wit’s end with it. I wanted nothing more than to finish up the lyrics to our group’s new song but, of course, that was proving to be more difficult than what it needed to be. My mind wandered a bit, settling on a mental picture of my goofy boyfriend and I wanted nothing more than to see him tonight but, I knew with the upcoming show on their end- it was impossible especially since their manager ran them on a tight schedule.

Deep sighing, I try to get back to figuring out the words for this next verse, I didn’t realize that he was texting me- my ringtone turned off so it wouldn’t disrupt the music.

10:05pm [Kookiee]: Baby, did you still want me to come over?
10:09pm [Kookiee]: Babe?
10:15pm [Kookiee]: You’re gonna get it for ignoring me kitten.
10:25pm [Kookiee]: I’m coming up, make sure your balcony door is open baby.

With a burst of inspiration, the words started to hit me as I started writing them down and with my back facing my balcony door- I hadn’t realized that Jungkook was behind me and waiting for me to greet him. I felt something like the wind blow against my neck but, I didn’t think anything of it until I leaned back into his chest by accident.

“Shit! You can’t scare me like that…” I turn to see none other than Jungkook smiling at me as I held my hand over my heart. I tried to slow my beating heart but, it took it’s slow time to do so. He knew I hated when he scared me- it annoyed me more than anything.

“Took you long enough to realize I was here,” He grins, pulling me into a tight embrace. “What’re you working on?”

“Just this song, but I’m so over it right now.”

“Good,” His smile turns into a smirk as he leans over to push my laptop closed and tossed my phone to the side. I open my mouth to protest but, his warm lips press against them before I could have a say. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and I part my lips for him- his tongue pushing its way in, his lips dominated me as if he were savoring the taste.

He gently pulls away- tugging my lip between his teeth as he looks down and lets go- earning a satisfying groan from me. I finally catch my breath as his smirk widens.

“I thought you were going to stay in tonight?” I questioned, patting my bed next to me as he climbs on top and lays next to me, resting his head on his hand.

“I had planned on it but, Namjoon wanted to see Milana so, we were all dragged along with him.”

He chuckles as if remembering something that happened earlier and I felt his gaze on me when he takes me by surprise, pushing me down on my back and placing sloppy kisses all down my neck. I felt how desperate he was to have me- seeing as we won’t be able to see each other for a couple of months.

I place my hand on his chest though, pushing him away as he looks at me with confusion laced within his features. I tried not to laugh at him but, he was so cute- seeing the desperation and desire in his eyes.

“We shouldn’t, at least not yet…” I tried to move to get off the bed but, I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his lap. He pulled my tank top strap down as he nipped at my skin causing a tiny moan to escape my lips and his hand slipping into my shorts and running his finger along my slit.

“Seems like you want it more than you’re letting on kitten~” He whispers in my ear as I felt his breath on me. God, I wanted him more than anything right now but with my bandmates being so close by, I didn’t want to risk it. Unfortunately, I was a mild screamer but some nights it would be so bad that I’d have to keep my hand covering my mouth or he’d have to so we wouldn’t get caught. He’s able to read me like a book as if he knew what I was thinking.

“Don’t worry- All your bandmates are occupied and your manager is knocked out at the moment.”

Confused, I fix my mouth to ask how he knew that but, he beat me to the answer.

“Well, I had Jimin check on your manager before we came in. Yoongi and Namjoon are downstairs with Rose and Milana. Jimin’s in Ashlee’s room. So, we’re good.” I feel his fingers run against my jawline as he leans in to kiss it- his smile making me melt even more.

“Now, all that’s left is you. You just have to be quiet now.” He tells me, kissing his way down as his hands moved to yank my tank top down. He stops for a second to gaze at me, my skin turning a pinkish hue as the embarrassment started to set in.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” He mumbles, his lust filled eyes taking me in as he lowers himself again and his lips kissing on and around my right nipple. He moves his other hand to get a grip on my left breast, gently playing with my nipple as he rolled it in between his fingers. My moans filled my room and a tiny gasp escaped my lips as I looked down at him with anticipation. He moved to kiss down my stomach, my heart pounding wildly against my chest as he reached my pajama shorts- rolling his tongue along the waistband and my skin. He knew the perfect way to tease me and he used that trick every single time we made love.

To be honest, I never get tired of it.

My lips felt swollen from all the heavy kissing as my bottom lip starts to seep through my teeth- watching as he tugged on my shorts and pulled them off. I lifted my bottom up so he could pull them off easily and waited as he tossed them aside. He kneeled in front of me, placing both of my legs on either side of his shoulder as pushes against my chest for me to lay back. I happily oblige while he nipped at my inner thigh, switching from left to right before running his tongue up to my womanhood. My heart rate quickened, feeling him plant kisses all around before leaning back and taking in the sight of me. I whimper at the loss of his body heat but, he runs his tongue along my slit again and I shudder at the feel.

“Stop toying with me~” I moan as he pulls my lips apart, flicking and sucking on and around my clit area. His tongue ran deep into me as he moves in and out of me. I lace my fingers through his hair and grabbing ahold of it as a deep groan leaves his plump lips- the sound turning me on way more than it should. I didn’t want to admit but, the fear of being caught turned me on more and I knew that if any of my bandmates or our manager saw us- we’d be in so much trouble.

“Shit Kookie!~” Our eyes meet for a split second as he smirks, sucking against my lower lips causing me to moan louder as he made loud smacking noise before letting go and rolling his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Stay quiet baby… I wouldn’t want everyone to hear that pretty little voice of yours,” He winks as he lowers himself back down and pressing his tongue back into me. He gets a tighter grip on my waist and my hips start to move on their own- my body aching for my release.

“Shit… R-Right There!” My breath hitches more than once as his tongue continued to swirl and turn against me. He brought his fingers up to play with my clit with a string of gasps and moans leaving me. Leaning on my elbows, he looks me in my eyes and I could still see the desire within them. “I’m so close Kookieee~” I tell him as my hands get a tight grip on my bed sheets and in his hair- my back arching slightly off the bed. My legs slightly tightening around his head as my orgasm continued to build within me.

“Cum for me kitten~” He mumbles against me as he continued giving me pleasure, my body doing exactly as he tells it to do. I always love when he calls me by cute pet names, it only fueled my desire for him. Something about the way he calls me ‘kitten’- it’s such a turn on.

I catch my breath as I slowly come down from my high and he moves to climb on top of me, leaning down to kiss me as I could taste a hint of strawberries and myself on his lips. The kiss was urgent and I moved to wrap my arms around his neck as he beams down at me.

“You’re being such a good girl tonight,” He tells me, awarding me with neck kisses as he nipped at me. “You’re such a t-” but, before he could finish his sentence, we hear a knock at my door. Usually, I’d pretend I was asleep and continue to play around with him but the knock sounded like it was important.

“(Y/n) May I come in?” I hear my manager call out to me- immediately shook as I push him off the bed.

“Yeah! Give me a minute.”

I turn toward him as he looks up at me from the ground- confused. “Go hide!” I loudly whisper to him, watching as he moves behind the door of my balcony and I reach to grab my shorts- pulling the covers over me, “Come in.”

I hear a click, watching my manager walk in with nothing but, a silk gown on. I tilt my head to the side with confusion as she walks over to me with her phone in hand.

“What’s going on?” I ask as she calmly shakes her head, staring me down.

“Apparently the boys aren’t in their dorms. I honestly, don’t know why they would be here but, it doesn’t hurt to check.”

I simply nod and watch as she checks every hiding space known to man in my room.

“I’ve been writing unnie. No one has been in here but me… Though I can text Jungkook and see if he knows anything… If you want me to.”

She nods at the simple suggestion as she lets out a cool sigh.

“I’ll go check the rest of the house, let me know if you hear anything,” She tells me, standing in the middle of the room as if she was searching for something. I pick up my phone from my bed and I see that he’s texted me twice as I unlocked my phone to look.

11:35pm [Kookiee]: Nice Lie~ You might even get a reward.
11:35pm [Kookiee]: Hopefully she goes away because I’m far from being done with you

Biting my lip, I think of all the endless possibilities as I texted him back.

11:36pm [You]: I’m waiting 😉

I hadn’t noticed that she left my room already but, I run over to the door to lock it before going back to my bed. He stalks back in from my balcony and climbs back on top of me- kissing me but before we could go any further Jungkook’s phone begins to ring and I get disappointed, yet again. His smile turns into a scowl but, he shrugs- pulling out his phone to answer.

“Yeah…” He pierces his perfect lips together and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see him squirm. I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and walked over to stand in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. There were a few passing seconds before he answered whoever was on the phone.

“Well… What happened?” He asks as I yank him closer to me by his belt, unbuckling it and letting them pool down to his ankles- freeing his erection. Smirking up at him, I slowly inch him into my mouth- slowly deep throating him as I hear him try to stifle a groan on agony. He moves his hand up to the top of my head, feeling him play in my hair as I flinch slightly- the feeling turning me on. His head falls back as I slowly inch him out of my mouth before kissing the tip and swirling my tongue around it.

“Y-Yeah, Shit… She came in (Y/n)’s room a couple minutes-” He could barely finish his sentence as I lift his cock up and began playing with his balls before sucking them into my mouth and letting them go with a pop. He leans up to run the back of his hand against the side of my face and our eyes meet once again, watching as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. I ran my tongue from the tip to the base and back and his grip tightens in my hair once more. He always loved when I watched his every move.

“Y-Yeah fine- Okay, I’ll be out in a second…” He groans as he hung up- his eyes blackened as they met mine again and he pushes my head down on him. I took him in deeper than usual as the tears pricked at my eyes.

“Shit! Right there baby~” He cooed as he held my face still so he could fuck my mouth. I snake my hand around his thighs as I got a tighter grip, pulling away and looking on as his cock glistened with pre-cum and my saliva. I gasp for a little air as he pulled my head back by my hair, kissing me deeper than before. His tongue battled mine for dominance, though we already knew he was going to win the war. He was close and I knew he wanted to at least get off before he left, even if we weren’t able to have sex.

He let’s go of my hair as I started pumping him faster, hearing his breathing becoming ragged. My lips grazed the tip of him and I wrapped my mouth around him as my other hand began to play with his balls again.

“Shit Kitten~” He smiles down at me as I get a grip on his thighs again, bobbing my head up and down on him. “You really want me to cum don’t you?”

A simple nod tells him, his answer as I continued- his body beginning to shudder as he moves his hips- feeling his cock twitch in my mouth. With a sudden jolt of his hips and a loud curse escaping him- he cums in my mouth as he pulls my head back again, holding my mouth down with his thumb.

“Swallow~” He demands and I happily do it as I rolled my tongue over my top lip. “Fuck baby… That was sexy as hell,” He smirks, leaning down to kiss me again until his phone begins to ring, yet again. He starts to fix himself as he tosses me his phone and motions for me to answer it for him.


There was a small pause before Yoongi speaks on the other end of the line.

“(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” He asks as I look over to see a completely disheveled Kookie fixing his hair in my mirror.

“Ummm, he’s coming down from a little something but, he said he’ll be down in a sec~” And with that, I hang up the phone.

“I wish I had way more time kitten but, I have to go,” Jungkook says as I started to pout.

“Oh, don’t pout baby. I’ll be back.”

I give him a peck on the cheek before kissing him passionately on the lips and slipping a little present into his pocket with him being completely oblivious to it.

“I’ll miss you~” I smiled as I saw him climb down from my balcony and running over to meet with the guys that were waiting out front- smirking to myself at how cute he was when another knock was heard from my door.

“(Y/n)!” I heard Rose voice first as I walked over to re-open my door.

“Uh, Hey what’s up?”

Rose and Milana bombard their way into my room and I couldn’t help but, sigh.

“It smells like sex in here,” Rose says as she grins- the look on her face being a mischevious one and I didn’t like it. “I mean, we did hear both of you downstairs. I can’t believe our manager didn’t though.”

My face turns bright pink and I hid my face in my hands as both of them laugh at me. I deep sigh and shooed them away so I could grab my laptop and show them what I had been working on before Jungkook stopped me. Of course, before I could- my phone lights up with a snap. I tapped the snapchat icon and pressed on Kookie’s name.

Milana and Rose peek over my shoulder as the video proceeds to play and his sweet velvety voice sweeping the room.

The first snap was of him simply singing to me- a song he’d written for me but, the second…

Was when he discovered the panties I left in his pocket as he’s playing around with it. I hurried up and closed the snap before nosey one and two could see but, I was too late.

“Y’all some freaks…” Milana tells me and I just smirk.

“Yes, we are,” I say proudly as my eyes shift and I bit my lip.

Author Note: So this is my first time writing for any of the BTS boys so don’t be too hard on me but, I hope y’all enjoy this! If you want more then just let me know!

Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day

As some might know, today’s Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day.

It’s not even late but I’m tired as hell, worked 8 hours straight (okay, fine, took 10 minute break), and my eyes close by themselves. Good times.

Anyway, I opened with that because I know so many of you, fanfic writers, are usually in a much worse situation than me, and still, after working harder and longer than I did, you sit and write.

You research, edit, outline… So much work is put into your works!

True, some fics are shorter and no research or editing is done, but you still write. Short fics, long fics, drabbles, long-ass-what-the-hell-am-i-gonna-do-Im-supposed-to-sleep-not-read-it fics; Challenges, Tropefests, exchanges, and also not for challenges like these.

You write, and the genre you write in, is a genre by all means. You build a story, and characters, even if they exist, you make them different. Not ooc, not always. But different. You develop them, sometimes change their upbringings. You make something new out of them.

So much so, that sometimes I wonder, why wouldn’t you just alter the names, and sell it? Some of them are, in my personal opinion, better than many books I have read.

But here’s the thing: you do it for free. You do it for fun (and for the suffering as well, I assume ;-) ) of both you and readers.

You come up with so many ideas, and make same characters go through so many different obstacles and things.

You make up all-new scenarios I wouldn’t even imagine.

You not only make people happy or suffer, you leave impact, emotional and mental, on people.

Now, maybe a bit more personal, but as you probably know, I’m Israeli. Born and lived (and still do) all my life. My native language is Hebrew, and when it comes to learning English, school doesn’t really offer a lot. We learn to pass tests, but many can’t come and speak English with speakers afterwards.

Now you must think ‘but, what does it have to do with us?’ and well… Nothing, really. But it has to do with the fact that your writing made me a better English speaker. Much better. I know I’ll never be a very good speaker, or a writer. My vocabulary is still not the best, and I’m having troubles put my thoughts into written words that aren’t “like, you know, throwing it but not too high and catching it.” Or “she looked at her, and get eyes were full of adoration and when you find someone as good-looking person.” . Yeah. I’m not very good with all this “write what you imagine” thing…

But you guys… You gave me so much. I know that theoretically, books can teach me the same, but I don’t have space in my phone to download book-reading apps, and also, I don’t know of many books that can give me the stuff I find in your works. (I mean, come on, how many books there are with two guys/two girls of two different positions in high school falling in love over a project, two best friends, of the same gender falling for each other and then getting married, or one being a ghost, or a witch and a familiar, or—anything)

You create amazing concepts, you thread everything beautifully. You… You manage to sit on your asses and write thousands of words a day. And you do it for free. F-R-double E.

You writers, Beta-readers, alpha readers, gamma readers, and other-types-of-either-radiation-or-greek-letters readers, until it reaches the public websites.

You guys… You’ve got NO IDEA how much I adore and appreciate you.

[I’m sorry it’s all so messy here, it tends to happen to me quite a lot, (…especially when tired…) but I almost always am.]

I know, I didn’t include writers who write for prompts and requests, and things I might’ve forgotten (I’m horrible).

So just… Just thank you.

All of you: @all-i-need-is-destiel, @casthewise, @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me, @diminuel, @anonymousantonym, @awed-frog, @destieldrabblesdaily, @mrsgabrieltrickster, @riseofthefallenone, @rosemoonweaver, @jimminovak, @jhoomwrites, @justrandomspnstuff, @ozonecologne, @ialwayscomewhenyoucall, @tenoko1, @deaneatscake, @dragonpressgraphics, @dr-dean, @whelvenwings, @wanderingcas, @winjennster, @thebloggerbloggerfun, @thayerkerbasy, @unforth-ninawaters, @mishasboyfriend, @blue-reveries, @coffeeandcas, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, @bend-me-shape-me, @maliciouslycreative, @pimentogirl and all the others, whose name my brain REFUSES to recall. Thank you for everything you do.

[Also, it’d be great if you’d reblog and tag more writers, because I sure as hell can’t, I’m hungry and tired, and I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone]

Tips for Writing a Transgender Character

If you’re planning on writing a fanfic/story with a trans character, you might want to read this. If you’re cis and you’re planning on writing a fanfic/story with a trans character, I would quite recommend that you read this. Even if you’re not planning on writing a trans character anytime soon, you could want to read this. These are some things about trans people to keep in mind when you’re writing, brought to you by your local nonbinary emo who is very angry and very desperate for respectful trans representation.

(Okay, seriously, I really would appreciate it if you’d read this because I think it could possibly be very helpful.)

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What’s normal? A Dean/Cas mirror

This episode is so full of subtext about the themes of Dabb era I think I may have to write 25 separate posts on each moment / theme rather than one episode review cos my friends it is intense. 

*Imagines Andrew Fairy Goddabb waving his glittery wand all over the episode and season*

Key themes: Who we are is not what we are. There is no normal, it’s a social construct. Chosen family. Performing to a norm and repressing your true self does not lead to happiness. Honesty wins. Love is love. Romantic v platonic love. Humanity. Fatherhood…. subverting the pilot and linking it back to the start. I think I will just do them one by one :)

Themes One and Two: There is no “normal”, acceptance of differences. Chosen family & sadness turned to rage.

Exposition: Jack and Clark.

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1. There is no normal.

Police officer: “Weird.”
O Barker: “There’s no such thing as weird, everyone’s normal in their own way”
Clark: “Yeah, totally normal…”

Clark Dean Mirror Barker firstly establishing that he thinks there is such a thing as “normal” and Jack definitely falls outside this box, moving forwards until he’s sitting on the floor with him accepting he can do cool magic and eating candy bars with him.

*Tink stares into the camera*

Clark and Jack first meet in a fast food joint (!) where Clark (Dean mirror) tells us he is untouchable due to his parentage in a lovely echo of season 4/5 Dean when he first met Cas being untouchable due to being the vessel of Michael through his parentage.

He’s intrigued by Jack, kinda flirty with everyone, charismatic and Jack starts to learn about himself and humanity through his interactions with Clark. 

By the end:

Jack: “I like it, I like nougat!”.
Clark: “Dude’s magic”. 

Then continues to smile and sit comfortably with him until Jack goes nuts (nougat pun intended) due to Angel radio. He was however seemingly pretty chill about Jack’s abilities and thought it was kinda cool *insert Dean’s hey lookatmyboyfriendhessocool face*.

So Clark Humanity Barker helps Jack discover his own Humanity through candy bars (childhood) but he had to grow up fast… because the world is a dangerous place and he needed to grown up quickly and have a protector.

2Chosen family & sadness turned to rage.

Then we have this:

Jack: “That’s why I chose Castiel to be my father.”
Sam: “he’s dead.”
Jack: sad face that immediately turns to angry revenge. 

Where have I seen this before?! 


Both immediately after Cas’ death we have Dean falling to his knees in grief then turning into a hard angry face as he goes inside to shoot Jack in the face, then the same again after his prayer goes unheard, going from abject grief to rage.

Man this season is going to be EPIC. Subtext abounds and this is just one small snippet of the themes of this one episode!

Bonus: What episode do we think we will get an openly bisexual side character who’s a massive Dean mirror and we get Dean’s reaction to it? (Ie. not like Chuck who WE know about, but Dean doesn’t) I’m going with… by episode 14.

Bonus Bonus: Ok but I crack-postulated that Dean might even come out of the closet by the time Cas comes back in 06 because he’s so done with everything and feels like now is the time to be honest about himself because why not, everyone is dead anyway… and the freaking HONESTY scene with Officer Barker is just hammering this home to me right now and I don’t want to get overly excited but man… Dabb you have no chill, you’re writing fanfic and I don’t know how to separate wild speculation from realistic speculation now as he’s just validated our meta of season 12 and the consequent speculation within minutes of the new season and now there is actually a totally open path for this to happen (and how much else is left given we got so much already within the first 42 minutes of the season?!)   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N Mad at boyfriend Jungkook (and Taehyung) for destroying her game console

Tbh, I don’t think Jungkook’s character is like this irl. 😂 I don’t know, I wish I knew lol

I didn’t expect the yoongi one to get that much notes, thank you ❤️

I’ll continue to post more of this and maybe a written fic I’ve been starting. I’ve been having a lot of fun writing them lately so might as well share it to everyone.

And also, I’m taking requests. Even just tell me who should I do a chat with because I wanna do one for each of them lol

pinkytoemouse  asked:

Hi! I know you've got tons of asks, and maybe even have been asked this, but I was wondering if you've got any favourite/recommended Bakugou x OC fanfiction (or just really good Bakugou ff that showcases his personality well)? I figured that since you write really detailed meta on him, you may (or not) have some fanfic titles that have made you go 'His personality is on point!' Many thanks in advance :>

nope! i don’t read Bakugou/OC fics. the only Bakugou ship fics i read are for kacchako, and i do have several recommendations for that in reference to how well written Bakugou is, but i’m not sure if that’s exactly up your alley.

i do have a few non-shipping Bakugou fics that i really enjoy, tho

What if… Little Bakugou? by  CloversDreams - is a really cute little fic about Bakugou turning into a kid during the License Exam, thanks to someone’s wayward quirk. It’s really adorable and focuses on Kaminari and Kirishima taking care of little Bakugou

Adventures with Bakugou by @satyr-syd - perhaps one of my ABSOLUTE favorite Bakugou centered fics EVER. Each chapter details Bakugou’s relationship with a different student in class, and it’s super fun and interesting to read all the different relationships. i love it a lot. very much. 10000/10 would recommend forever

One Life for Them All (If That’s What It Takes) by @athanatosora - a time-travel fic where Izuku goes back in time to before he got OFA, to keep certain things from happening. this creates slightly different relationships between Izuku and the other characters b/c he’s mentally an adult, which is fun and fascinating to read. Bakugou doesn’t show up too often, but he has a few chapters dedicated to him, and they’re some of the best in the story. (also one of my fave MHA fics of all time, and i love it very much)

Curiosity killed Kacchan by  autumn_child - Bakugou overhears the conversation between Todoroki and Izuku about being All Might’s child. hilarity ensues.

My Hero Snippets by Me - this is my drabble series. the last two chapters are focused on Bakugou’s relationship with Todoroki and Iiida, respectively, and i think you may enjoy reading them.   

Chapter 4. Imagine a scenario where Todoroki isn’t completely passed out from Bakugou’s attack, where he’s still awake–but just barely. He can see Bakugou’s blurry figure stomp over to him through the clouds of dust, screaming. And suddenly, he’s being lifted by his shirt. Bakugou is crying.

Chapter 5. Iida shares his fries with Bakugou.

truth be told i never was yours // the fear, the fear of falling apart by Me - another one of my fics. Bakugou is feeling guilt from causing All Might’s downfall, and All Might tries to comfort him.

Forgiveness, Can You Imagine by Me - another fic by me. Basically, Bakugou is sick, and Izuku, Ochako, and Iida take care of him. it was written because I wanted to write an in-character way for Bakugou to apologize for what he did to Izuku all those years.

i hope you enjoy these!!!

make fic commissions A Thing 20K17

I really really want to see fanfic commissions become more of A Thing .  It’s absolutely something I’d pay for, and something that should most certainly be as common as fanart commissions. 

I can see it being mutually beneficial in more ways then one.

 The commissioner gets to read the idea that they really want to see happen . How many times have you come up with a something and been like, man I wish someone would write this??

 The writer gets paid for their work, but it could also help them creatively if ever they were in a rut. Plus they have a guaranteed audience. even if it’s just one person, sometimes that’s all you need to get going. 

 So any writers out there who might be reading this: consider it. you are good enough. 

Dinner with the Whitethorns

Guys. I wrote fanfiction.
So I remember that scene in Queen of Shadows where Aelin says she’d like to see 16 year old Aelin meet 16 year old Rowan. And so would I, so I figured I’d write something quick.
This is my first fanfic ever so go easy on my writing!!

“I’d rather give up chocolate for a year than have this dinner,” said 16 year old Aelin as she slumped onto her bed like a sack of potatoes.

Her mother frowned disapprovingly by her door. “It’s only one evening, Fireheart, and besides, you might like the Whitethorns.”

She sighed in exasperation. “No, they’re boring entitled idiots.”

“Aelin, you need to grow up. Perhaps you should start by being the sweet, kind, respectful princess of Terrasen for a few hours tonight.”


“No buts, you’re coming to this dinner, or no books or chocolates for a month.”

Aelin groaned into her pillow as her mother left, shutting the door behind her.

End of conversation.


The time came to sit through the three course meal with boring family “friends”, and so Aelin, being the rebel princess she was, decided she may as well make an appearance. Her way, of course.

The doorbell rang just as Aelin added the finishing touches to her makeup.

Her mother’s footsteps sounded as she walked to open the door, her voice coming from downstairs, “Aelin! The guests are here!”

“Coming!” She yelled back.

She checked herself in the mirror one last time, making sure that every hair was in place, and that there were no wrinkles in her dress. She smiled at herself with the smile she used whenever it was time to have some fun. With cunning and mischief and the slightest hint of a smirk.

Indeed. Perhaps her mother was right. She was going to enjoy this dinner.

Greetings halted and jaws dropped as she walked down the curved staircase.

Her mother’s gawk sounded across the room, the Whitethorn family beside her. An older woman with shining silver hair, a man with bright green eyes and a boy around her age who was a mixture of both all froze as they watched her.

The sight of them made her raise her chin higher and smile wider.

She made sure to add the slightest swish of her hips as she stepped down the staircase in her skintight, deep red dress that matched her lips. It wasn’t by all means short, but it clung to every curve, just as she intended. Her hair was curled messily—she didn’t like the perfect goldy-lock look. She lined her eyes with some brown khol and smudged it out the slightest bit, but besides that, that’s all she did to her face.

And it must’ve been all she needed, because the hungry look in the boy’s green eyes told her that she was going to have some fun tonight.

Her mother took a moment to gather herself, shooting her daughter a look promising that she was in trouble.

She cleared her throat. “Please–let me introduce you to my daughter—”

“Aelin,” she interrupted. “Princess Aelin Ashyver Galathynius, pleasure to meet you,” she greeted sweetly and smiled.

Mr. and Mrs. Whithorn stared at her, perplexed. The son however, managed to recover and looked her in the eyes and spoke, “Rowan. Prince Rowan Whitethorn.”

Aelin held out her hand so that Rowan could kiss it, the entire time, his pine green eyes never leaving hers.

It was the best dinner she’d ever had.