i was going to include hope but i lose it

I know a lot of people can’t afford to watch bon voyage and ch+ in general so I wanted to share it with you guys. I’ll be uploading as the episodes come out! This is my first time doing anything like this so please be patient with me if I’m a bit slow but hopefully things go smoothly. I can’t wait to see our Hawaiian sunkissed boys and hope you’re as excited as I am to see them lose all their luggage and probably jungkook again!


  • DO NOT reupload on here or any other platform. I will take the files down immediately if I see it around. 
  • That includes links, please don’t share links on tumblr, other social media sites, or anywhere. 
  • Giffing is allowed but credit would be greatly appreciated
  • Send me your email off anon. It will be on a google drive and I will add people to view. 
  • it’d be nice if you gave me a follow

other than that, enjoy~

Writing Series #8: How do you stay invested?

What I hear most often from writers switching from short fiction to novels is: how do you stay invested for the long haul? How do you care about the same story for the time it takes to finish an entire book?

As someone who began with novel writing and never really mastered the art of the short story, I’ve always had the opposite question (how do you keep it to a minimum? how do you condense your ideas into just a few pages). But this doesn’t mean I’ve never had that age old book commitment problem. Even the best stories can drift away from us, and even the most dedicated writers will experience the occasional hiccup in their writing schedule. Too much time away–whether it be a busy schedule, a new child, an illness, or just general lack of inspiration–it can make coming back to the book after a writing drought seem impossible. You sit down in front of your story, see these words so old you hardly remember writing them in the first place, and think, how can I possibly keep going? 

Coming back to an old story can feel a lot like a high school reunion: bumping into people you once knew so well but who have now become strangers, and now you hardly know to strike up a conversation. But just like a reunion, you have two choices: runaway and give up on the relationship for good, or force the smalltalk until you break into something real. If you’re lucky, by the end of the night, you can be laughing and having a great time, saying it’s like things “never changed at all” before you’re through. A book is the same way. 

Just as we bring up “the good ‘ol times” in conversations, it’s important to revisit what made you write the book in the first place. Some things that have helped me have included: 

  • Taking notes of my character’s planned emotional and physical arcs over the course of the book. This way if I lose investment or take too much time away and begin to lose that connection to their emotional state, I can return to my notes and see where I wanted them to be and start to understand their state of mind again and their purpose in my story. 
  • Take notes of your planned plot or, if you’re not a structured planner, some things you hope to happen in the story or directions you might like it to go. This will be your road map later if you get lost along the way. 
  • Make a playlist (or other art form, if you’re a painter, poet, etc.) that reminds you of your story. Listening to these songs later can help you to revisit the mindset you were in while writing and spark that creativity. 
  • Go back and reread some of your older, already written chapters. This can help you to remember what the tone of the story was and how the dialogue was sounding. If you don’t and take a long break in the story, there’s a large chance that your story will end up disjointed with two separate narrative styles and tones that will be jarring for the readers (and yourself as you read it back later). This can also trigger the memory of how it felt to write this story last time and to hopefully help you to continue writing it again. 
  • Practice writing a scene with your character(s) that won’t make it into the book. Jumping right back into the novel can seem daunting at times, so it may help to open a new document and write a random event just for practice on regaining and writing your character. Other useful exercises might include an interview, biography, or sample social media account for your character if applicable. 
  • Just keep writing. Sometimes you have to write something terrible to break through to something good. But don’t worry. The delete button exists for a reason, and the editing process will be a lifesaver down the line. 

To all the writers out there: how do you keep yourself focused and interested during the course of writing a novel? Do you have any tips for maintaining writing momentum?

Feel free to add to this post or submit your own advice to share with your fellow writers at ancwritingresources.tumblr.com

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include...

This was requested by a lovely anon :) I hope I did a decent job I did write this while on the train towards college so it might not be as good but I kept the car accident out of this one just to keep it light :) 

Originally posted by 13-lara

- Studying together, the two of you always study on Wednesday nights usually at your house since your parents work late and always leave you dinner money so Jeff comes over and you study together and order pizza for dinner 

- Going for late night drives, Jeff loves driving especially at night so on warm summer nights he picks you up and he drives around with the windows down and the music turned up loud

- Dates to the cinema, your favourite place to go on dates is to the cinema to see whatever movie is on it was were you and Jeff had your first date and now you go there every year on your anniversary 

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Wishlist for Criminal Minds Season 13

I was going to do to predictions but I don’t want to even get my hopes up!

  • If Stephen Walker’s character is to be written off, I hope they do it well and make it credible. I’m still disappointed over losing Damon Gupton.
  • That also includes storyline continuity - let it have an impact on all the other characters, particularly Emily Prentiss (she knew him best out of the team and will feel a unique responsibility as Unit Chief).
  • Obviously show the effects prison has had on Spencer Reid, but don’t let it drag on - I really don’t fancy the storyline being drawn out any longer. Plus, like he said, his home is in the FBI - let him rejoin his family and do what he does best.
  • Same goes for Mr Scratch - don’t dedicate another entire season to him.
  • Revisit Daniel Cullen - providing an opportunity to expand on Luke Alvez’s backstory in the Fugitive Task Force.
  • Lots on Alvez’s backstory (I’m biased but so what). Especially about his time in the 75th and Roxy. I mean they’ve already gone through the effort of taking photographs of his time in the Rangers, so why not use this angle?
  • Let Penelope Garcia be inspired again. It was upsetting to see her so downtrodden during Season 12.
  • Also decent development in hers and Alvez’s relationship. After what the team’s gone through, they should become genuinely closer.
  • Have Prentiss confide in someone about the difficulties of her new role - this must have been a major step up at the most challenging time. Also what happened to Mark?
  • More of badass Tara Lewis. I rewatched Season 11 and I remembered how much I adore this woman. Anyone else remember the ‘I lost 185 pounds last night’ when she and her fiancé broke up?
  • I’d actually like to see more of JJ’s past as communications liaison incorporated into her character in Season 13. I loved her in this role and it almost feels as if the writers have forgotten about her history.
  • More of Diana - this storyline is fabulous and the two actors do it perfect justice.
  • More of David Rossi’s family. It’s adorable and I love seeing that side of him.
  • More of JJ’s family. 12x02 was a really fantastic episode and very different, it stood out in a good way.
  • More information on the team’s families in general - particularly Alvez (he’s only mentioned that his father served in the military and inspired him to join the Army).
  • More bonding between Alvez and Rossi - they’re both ex-soldiers after all.
  • I’d actually like to see Matt Cruz again.
  • Skilfully incorporate Matt Simmons into the team - it could be great but if it’s not written well it could just feel strange.
    • Alvez’s becoming a SSA. Garcia throwing a celebration party.
    • More dinner parties at Rossi’s house.
    • An actual scene of the team drinking in O'Keefe’s. Plenty of funny drunk moments.
    • Plenty of snark from Prentiss, Lewis, JJ and Rossi in particular.
    • A ladies night (similar to JJ/Prentiss/Garcia’s).
Trapped Inside

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2789

Author’s Note: I saw a gif earlier of Stiles and had to write something on it. It’s crazy how long it can take me to write a semi-long fic and have it actually be good. As always, thanks to the amazing hoe that is @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. She’s amazing and I love her!!

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Träumerei Chapter 0 is out!

One day, a young boy wanders into the woods with only the twisted, mangled remnants of dreary branches obscuring the bleak horizon. As the sun starts to set beneath ruby-red clouds, the boy, Noël, happens upon a desolate cross-bridge atop a river of blood. Upon crossing over it, he finds himself standing by a gate wrought from stone.

Confronted by the fantasies his beloved grandmother read to him as a child, the boy finds himself lost in a dark ‘Wonderland.’ However, all is not that it seems.

While exploring, Noël must gather the memories of those forsaken souls who roam lest their hearts shatter.


This chapter takes roughly one hour to complete and functions as a ‘prologue’ of sorts. It’ll be a bit different from future chapters as some of the features that will be included later on will not be present in this one due to its length.

I hope you all have fun playing it! :D

CaptainSwan FF One-shots Recs p.5

Hello Beautiful Fandom, look I made another rec list! Thanks to CS AU Week we have some lovely new one shots featuring our favorite couple, but this list also includes some old one-shots that I believe you should check out, If you haven’t already. Hope you enjoy.

You can find here my other lists as well. 

Side note, I try to tag the authors by their tumblr name, but I couldn’t find some, if you know it, let me know. 

But Consider This…Aliens, @welllpthisishappening

Killian Jones is going to lose his mind. He’s never going to sleep again. Because there is an alien living in the apartment above his. And maybe he’s ok with it. Yeah, definitely losing his mind.

Prompt, @its-imperator-furiosa

Emma and Killian has been dating for a while but they haven’t tell their friends yet, because they don’t know how Emma’s brother David will react, since he ones told Killian to not go near his sister, but he walks on them kissing or something and he yells Finally.

Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars, @blowmiakisscolin

CS + Adoption and more: A dash of angst, a sprinkling of humor & a whole lotta fluff.

Prompt, @initiala

You buy your man a mug without looking inside… 

it’s a party in the usa, @jmosfreckles

A Fourth of July AU written for CS AU week day 1: Holiday AU. America vs. Great Britain antics ensue.

Old Habits Die Hard, Ok?, @jmosfreckles

I kissed you goodbye on accident - old habits die hard, ok?!

worth the risk, worth the guarantee, @piratesails

The rule is simple enough: don’t fall for your best friend. No matter how loudly her laugh echoes in your head in the middle of the night, or how beautifully endearing the freckles that climb up her arms look under the afternoon sun. Every single movie and book and story he’s come across has warned him of this in one way or another.

And yet, Killian finds it hard to run out of reasons why Emma Swan is the most perfect person he has and will ever meet.

Unhand the Carnations, @blowmiakisscolin

CS Flower Thief AU: I saw a prompt on Tumblr (see notes) and I did a thing. Emma catches Killian stealing flowers from her garden and assumes he’s being a cheap date. She insists on coming with him to find out whether the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft…and he doesn’t know how to break it to her that he’s taking the flowers to the graveyard.

Never Drinking Again, @its-like-a-story-of-love

Emma Swan wakes up on her 21st birthday with no recollection of what happened the night before. All she has to piece everything together are her Snapchat story and a handsome stranger. (Drunken Snapchat story AU) 

You Make Me Better, @ilovemesomekillianjones

CS Neighbors AU where Emma is a nurse and Killian is her definitely-faking-it hypochondriac neighbor who uses illnesses and injuries as an excuse to talk to her.

You Look Happier, @cutieodonoghue

Radio DJ David Nolan’s sister Emma moves to town to be close to him as he prepares for his upcoming wedding to Mary Margaret. Maybe he’s just a little bit crazy from wedding stress, but he kinda wants to set her up with his co-host and best friend Killian. 

i’m missing you like crazy, @cutieodonoghue

“Established long distance relationship, one of them surprises the other by showing up right before midnight [on New Years Eve].” with a side helping of vloggers au! (a mixture of angst and fluff beyond this point)  

already in love,   @icapturedkindness

For CS AU week beloved tropes - friends to lovers.

a dare and a truth…, @startswithhope

Bed sharing prompt: “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?”

Body Say, @seriouslyhooked

AU where Emma and Killian are neighbors in Boston. Emma gets home from a girls night only to stumble upon Killian who she has been crushing on since he moved in. Sparks fly and it is basically just a mini smut fest if I’m honest, but we then get a flash forward to see what happens with Emma and Killian in the future. I’m sure I have done a oneshot or two like this before, but hey, we can always use more fluff right?

Frigging in the Rigging, @passing-fanciful

Friends do things for other friends’ birthdays. No big deal, right?

Camped Out,  @always-a-slut-for-pirates

A reluctant Emma goes camping with David, Mary Margaret and Killian.

the love boat, @captainnagata

“How good is your mother with dealing with the unexpected?”


“Because ship captains have the power to officiate weddings and the idea of her own daughter entering a marriage in a matter of days, on a cruise, could sober her up enough to leave you alone for good.”

a (sort of) cinderella story, @jennifer-morrison

sure she sits with him for a while after he’s put henry to bed following a late stakeout and sure she invites him over to make dinner more often than she doesn’t but that’s their usual. it isn’t because she likes him, likes him.
(no one tell henry he agreed to this silly masquerade because he likes, likes her, okay?)

something so magic about you, @mycaptainswanjones

Emma Swan just found the perfect gift for Mary Margaret’s birthday. The only problem? A blue-eyed stranger with a ridiculously attractive face and accent just stole it from right under her nose. Modern AU. Captain Swan.

The Kinship Harvest, @thesschesthair

We’re going to pretend the portal at the end of S3 never opened and Zelena was defeated without any interruptions. We’re also going to pretend Emma couldn’t go through with leaving for New York much to everyone’s relief. We’re also going to pretend that I can make up a believable holiday for the Enchanted forest lol.

Untitled, @distant-rose

Emma Swan is a crusty twice divorced bailsbond person who is a lone wolf by nature, excluding the company of her seven-year old son, of course. Her occasional companion of choice is a Seattle detective who is also a divorcee and an ex-military guy who got his hand blown off on some super secret Black Op mission in Afghanistan. Killian Jones is nearly as crusty as Emma and a closet sci-fi nerd who never fails to help Emma with a difficult skip or babysit her son last minute. There’s always been an unspoken attraction between them that’s held back by their memory of their failed marriages.

The Worst/Best Christmas Ever,  @captainhookcaptainfreedom

When their flight home is cancelled, Emma is convinced that she and Henry are going to have the worst Christmas ever. However, their next store neighbor, Killian Jones, has different ideas. 

stranger to the ground, @evil–isnt–born

Test pilot Killian Jones and engineer Emma Swan spend their days making history as part of the Avro Arrow program. When the program is suddenly cancelled and the jets ordered destroyed, the choice becomes whether to let it become a thing of the past or save a piece of their shared history.

STRAIGHT AS AN ARROW (TO YOU),  @nightships 

The Avro Arrow program was a shining beacon for Canada - when it was cancelled, questions went unanswered, and reporter Emma Swan has no intentions of leaving them that way. Major Killian Jones couldn’t agree less, especially given his own history with the program, but Emma wouldn’t be Emma if she let that stop her.

Too Hot (Hot Damn), @this-too-too-sullied-flesh

Emma just doesn’t know what’s hotter–the weather and the fact that the air conditioning is out in her building, or her neighbor.

stop talking in codescocoa-and-rum

Killian Jones has been in love with Emma Swan for as long as he can remember. He often told himself it wouldn’t be wise to fall for his best friend, but his heart has a queer way of never listening to his brain, especially when a breathtakingly alluring woman with pretty green eyes and lovely blonde waves is involved.

1-2 Crush on You, @allrightfine

“We’ll skip all this, go right to a place where you’re more comfortable. We’ll want to aim for that sweet spot between knowing all those little idiosyncrasies and them becoming annoying, I’d imagine.” (vaguely Halloween-flavored AU smutty fluff!).

A Lifetime of Kissing, @justanotherwannabeclassic

There were many things that were becoming of a princess. The ability to carry on polite conversation, fluency in many languages, and an appreciation of both the arts and sciences were such things. What wasn’t becoming of a princess was drunkenly marrying a Naval lieutenant while on a diplomatic visit to a nearby kingdom. (Lieutenant Duckling).

anonymous asked:

Hello! I wanted to first say I absolutely love your blog, and appreciate how much effort goes into doing this. I wanted to as if you have any Alpha Omega Aus that Jimin is either going through heat, or Jungkook is going through his rut. (In a nutshell, Smut.) Thank you so much! 💜💜

Hi there! Thank you so much, that really means a lot ♡ And of course! There’s these two fics (that are pretty well known):

Title: If I Get in, I Just Might Drown
Author: fatal
Rating: Explicit
Length: 10–15k words
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: fucking jimin has always been jeongguk’s favourite hobby. ruts just made it that much more special.

Title: Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin
Author: decompositionbooks
Rating: Explicit
Length: 25–50k words
Genre: Mutual Pining, Smut, Angst
Summary: The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

But since there’s a good chance you’ve read them already, I’ll include more ;) I hope this helps!

Title: Dancing in the Rain
Author: zzmijetina
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: Heading back to the forest, Jimin didn’t notice scales glowing like sparks of fire and sharp eyes following his every move. My heat is coming soon, he thought.

Title: I Wanna Feel You in My Bones
Author: Bangtanbananas
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: Vampire Park Jimin should have known that werewolf pup Jeon Jungkook was going to be a pain in his ass. Literally.

Title: Let’s Go Baby
Author: I_Meet_Evil
Rating: Mature
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: Based on episode 2 of Bon Voyage season 2 where Jimin loses his towel and a very attractive man retrieves it and Jungkook gets jealous.

Title: The Perks of Being an Omega
Author: bonnia
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Pining, Smut
Summary: “You’re evil, Park Jiminnie,” Taehyung hisses with venom. But the expression crumples in seconds and he bemoans, “Evil that smells like sugar and spice and everything nice.” (or: jimin’s heat scent is supposed to have alphas at his beck and call, but as usual, jungkook seems to be the exception)

Title: Primal
Author: Rose_gold715
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin goes into heat and Jungkook sees Jimin’s unguarded, unrestrained Omega side for the first time.
Note: Part 4 of the “Mine, and His” series, find the rest here

Title: Urges
Author: Ookamicky
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut, Slight Angst
Summary: Jimin and Jungkook are a new couple, Jimin’s first heat strikes and Jungkook is a little unsure whether to listen to his urges or not. Yoongi is Jungkook’s brother and a great help.

Title: Your Smell Intoxicates Me
Author: Shook_Jungkook
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: When omega Jimin stays at a hotel during his heat, and alpha Jungkook is in the room next to him going through his rut.

I want to remind everyone, including myself: this resistance is a marathon, not a sprint.

A sprint is usually 100-500 meters. A marathon is 42,195. That’s an astronomical difference.

While I’m on vacation, I’m posting things from my dash on spotty wifi. When I get back, I’m going to dedicate Tuesday/Wednesday to resource collection. I will pass the info to you here.

I will also call at least one congressional representative per week.

I may do more as I get into the habit. That’s training. That’s sustainable. That allows me to keep pushing in the face of fascism without losing hope and giving up.

I’m not asking you to have the same pace as me. You might have to go slower. You may be able to go faster. Either one is fine.

You mustn’t do nothing. These elections are turning out as they are because people are staying home. We cannot afford to stay home. That doesn’t just apply to Brexit and Trump’s America. That applies to Mexico, Venezuela, DAPL violating sovereign Native land, to this entire world’s rising propensity for racist, sexist, homophobic, ableist, misogynist, labor exploiting fascism.

I know many of us are spoonies. That it is going to be hard. That we will need breaks. That is okay. That is fair. You must put your own oxygen mask on before you help others.

You must do something.

If you write, try creating resources and articles.

If you draw, paint, try making visual guides.

If you collect commissions for your work, consider donating 10% to a civil liberties org, like Planned Parenthood or the ACLU. If that means raising your prices somewhat: that is okay. Your patrons should understand if you explain.

This is a marathon. We are the resistance. We must draw a line and hold it.

We are not alone. We have each other.

They are afraid that we outnumber them.

We must show them that they are right. We do, and we are the future.

Dating Cheryl Blossom Would Include...

anon ask : Could you possibly do a “Dating Cheryl Blossom would include” thank you if you could do it, it’s fine if you cant do it babygirl

A/N : uhh hey, here you go!! i hope you like it nonnie and tbh you calling me babygirl made me mildly uncomfortable but uhh anyways.. theres slight implied beronica if you squint 

i made this like 2 days ago but i forgot to post it

Masterlist / Ask Me 

Originally posted by casssaroleee

  • well for starters, she’s super protective 
  • you’re the last good thing in her life, she can’t lose you too 
  • you met her at school bc you were her lab partner 
  • you were pretty good at science so she thinks you’re a smartass 
  • but still she has a thing for sass so she tried to ask you out? 

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anonymous asked:

If you are still asking for instances I once had someone ask me out for coffee and I responded with "sorry I don't like coffee, but thanks anyway." My friend had to tell me that they were asking me out on a date.

omg classic!! that’s so hilarious though~ (I hope you had a crush on them? lmao)

also, sorry, this will be kind of a short one / losing some steam tonight 😅 but I decided to go with a plance high school AU.

“Abiotic components, go.”

“Nonliving chemical and physical factors in the environment. Next.”

“Abdominal cavity.”

“Contains a number of crucial organs including the lower part of the esophagus, the stomach, small intestine, colon, rectum, liver, gallbladder, pancreas, spleen, kidneys, and bladder. Next.”

“Anaerobic respiration.”

“A type of respiration that doesn’t use oxygen. It’s used when there isn’t enough oxygen for aerobic respiration.”

“Pidge,” Lance interrupts before Hunk can shout out the next flashcard item on the list. “You know everything already for the test. What do you need to quiz yourself for?”

“We’re taking turns,” Pidge corrects. “Hunk and I just want to make sure we’re on top of everything.”

“Yeah, we really want to keep ahead of the curve,” Hunk agrees. “Got to stay on top of the academic food chain.”

“If anyone needs help with biology, it’s me,” Lance says. “But I decided I wanted to have a life.”

“This is our life, Lance,” she says. They stop in front of Lance’s class, where Pidge and Hunk usually split off for biology.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he replies in a bored voice. “So do you want to get coffee this weekend now that your bio test will be over?”

“Sorry, Lance, I don’t like coffee,” Pidge says as Hunk looks back and forth between the two of them. “But thanks anyways.”

The warning bell rings before Lance can respond. Without skipping a beat, Pidge continues walking, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she slips her flashcards back into the crack between the zippers.

“See you later, Lance!” she calls back without turning around.

“Dude, Pidge,” Hunk says when he catches up to her right at their classroom’s doorway. “I think Lance just asked you out on a date.”

“What?” she asks, throwing her backpack down on her desk. “That’s ridiculous.”

“No seriously,” Hunk says. “He’s still standing in front of his class with his mouth open in shock.”

Pidge looks up at the clock. They have about a minute before the final bell rings. With a resigned sigh, she runs back out the classroom, yelling, “Watch my stuff!” behind her back.

She finds Lance right where Hunk says they’d left him, though his mouth is no longer open. When he sees her again, however, he gives her an angry look.

“Did you really just do that, Pidgista?” he demands. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Yes,” she says in a firm tone.

“Yes, what? Like you’re admitting to just leaving me out in the cold just now?”

“Yes, I will go on a date with you,” Pidge clarifies.

Lance’s mouth falls open in shock. Again.

A few seconds pass without a response, causing Pidge to raise an eyebrow.

“Um, so, see you then?” Pidge says uncertainly. “I can’t be late for class, you have like twenty seconds to respond.”

“It’s a date!” he claps his hands and, without warning, plants a kiss on her forehead before rushing into his class.

Pidge ends up being thirty seconds late and Hunk gives her an expectant look. Shrugging, she sits down in her seat and smirks.

Things I’m looking forward to with Joseph’s route: The fact that his route seems very likely to go into an acceptance of yourself kind of deal, and finding peace with a part of yourself you’ve always been taught was bad and sinful. Especially since religious gay representation is actually rather scarce, as many people think the two cannot coexist.

Things I’m not looking forward to with Joseph’s route: The fact that Mary is most likely the “villain” of the route, and will probably be demonized in favor of making Joseph’s story more “tragic.”

We’ve only seen a very small bit of the game so far, and even less so of Mary; we only just got confirmed from one of the streams yesterday and Mary is indeed married to Joseph, and is having affairs with him behind his back. That alone should be enough for a bad trait for people to dislike her, but from what I’ve read and understand, the game goes out of its way to exemplify that Mary is very callous and cold, and doesn’t even seem to show concern for her kids when one is missing.

I know that people are complex, and people like how Mary has been shown to be indeed exist. But the fact that Mary has been the only adult woman we’ve seen so far leaves a rather sour taste in my mouth. I get that the game is a gay dating sim, that’s the entire appeal for people (myself included,) but you don’t need to make female characters downright unlikable to make one of the gay options more likable/sympathetic.

I really hope they don’t go the route some people are saying Mary might end up proving to be (Some theories suggest she’s shaming Joseph or blackmailing to out him, forcing him to stay with her or else risk not only losing custody of his kids, but also losing respect and acceptance from his peers.) It would be more complex and dramatic, sure. But I feel it would leave a bad taste in the mouth, especially if it turns out Mary is the ONLY adult woman we meet in the game that proves to be a major impact in the story.

Long story short; please, Dream Daddy, I’m really looking forward to playing you, but don’t take the route of demonizing potentially the only adult woman we meet. The idea of them having a failing marriage I think is compelling enough without risking a worse implication, especially since misogyny is rather prevalent in gay culture.


imagine:  hvitserk embarrassingly flirting with you, a shield maiden, and being in love with you. 

(anonymous said: hvitserk embarrassingly flirting with a shieldmaiden who he is in love with💞💞)

(a/n: ah! i love this one, haha. hvitserk is great and this request is soo adorable, haha! thanks so much for requesting, lovely. i hope that you enjoy what i have come up with! - admin kat 🌙❣️)

  “Just go up to her, brother!” Ubbe would cordially clap his younger brothers’ shoulder, simpering like an eager dog, as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “What have you got to lose, hmm?”

“I agree with Ubbe, Hvitserk.” Sigurd felt the need to include himself in the ever present conversation between the Sons of Ragnar. “For all you know, another man could be stealing her from under your nose. Then what will you do with your light heart?” He would champion his brother onward, who for once seemed to be taken aback.

  “Alright, alright!” Hvitserk beams, holding his hands up in disconcerted defeat. There was assuredly no escaping the peer pressure of his brothers, was there?

  “I say you should go up to her and lay it all on the table, brother. You’re not fooling anybody if you think that we all don’t believe you’re just a puppy with his tail wedged between his legs.” Ivar embed himself into the conversation after much observation.

  “Why don’t you just cut it out, Ivar? I’d like to see you pick up women the way Hvitserk does.” Sigurd counteracts haughtily, heavily annoyed at his brother’s audacity to bring up things that he does not know of.

  “Is that what you-”

  “And this is my cue to leave.” Hvitserk mutters in what seems to be an inattentive tone, pushing past the passionate scene and leaving his beloved brother Ubbe to play the dutiful peacemaker.

  The most buoyant of Ragnar’s sons steadied himself in a casual stride, pinching a horn-full of ale from one of the hundreds of vikings who did not need it any longer, for their drunken state forebode it. Hvitserk put the familiar horn to his lips, tipping his head back, gathering as much of the contents down his throat, whilst readily attempting to avoid is pouring onto his shirt. This was his image whilst proceeding towards you.

  “I hope that’s not because of me.” Your voice trilled into young Hvitserk’s ears, nearly causing him to choke. He hadn’t thought through how drinking the ocean whilst on his way to you would appear.

  “No, no!” He replied almost instantly, wiping his wet chin as he now bravely faced you. “If anything, it was in regards to my brother’s bickering like old fools.” And to that he simpered, rolling his eyes rather indifferently.

  “And what were they bickering about, Hvitserk?” Your eyes appeared deep in the fires light in the Great Hall and how Hvitserk could not help falling in love with you; staring for much too long.

  “Why focus on my brother’s when we could focus instead upon us?” His lips and tongue formed the words as if by magic. Oh, how this sounded all so much better in his near empty skull!

  “Us? Why would we discuss that?” You blinked, astounded at his boldness, but soon a teasing simper elicited itself upon your breathtaking complexion. “Have you been thinking about us, Hvitserk?” You leaned in, noting that he seemed awfully red, even in the dim light of the burning fire.

  “Well, um…” he gaped in consternation, letting out a nervous laugh and the nonchalant scratch to the rear of his neck. “Would that surprise you, my dear (Y/N)? I wouldn’t take it as a bad thing myself.” Carrying on seemed a harder consequence to bare than to simply walk away in defeat. What had happened to the suave plan that he had originally conjured up in his mind?

  Surely that had gone better than this!

  “You’re always so sure of yourself, Hvitserk. But tonight you seem a little…” You trailed off, searching about your surroundings to figure out what it was that you wished to uncover, staring deep into his deep orbs as you grinned flirtatiously at him: And with that, you resumed leaning against the banister, eyeing the Prince of Kattegat with interest swelling in your orbs.

  “T-Timid?!” Never had you seen him so abashed, completely absorbing that this had not gone to his clever plan.

  At least he could surprise you. You could never tell what was to pour from his smooth warm mouth and into your ears. But for now, the guffawing of his brother’s seemed to gain your attention, making you think that something deeper must be behind Hvitserk’s sudden chagrin.

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anonymous asked:

The endless loop theory has me confused. Jamie's ghost knows Claire. Claire doesn't remember the life with Jamie? Is this possibly Jamie's purgatory to do this over and over again? While I know he loves Claire why would this include all these heartaches over and over for Jamie if it is not his purgatory? If he knows her he knows what will happen.

anonymous asked: About the endless look theory, do you think every time the have a go around they make different choices? For example claire goes through the stones later/sooner, they don’t lose faith etc.   And is there anyway to stop the cycle? I would hope they’d find a peaceful afterlife.

Re the Endless Loop Theory:

I don’t think that Jamie and Claire consciously know each other - but clearly their souls do. Which is why they are rootless for their entire lives until they find each other, and only then find peace. And only find peace again when they are reunited.

What an interesting concept re purgatory! Perhaps it is, in Jamie’s case - his soul waiting ~145 years for hers, between when they die (circa 1800?) and when she’s ready to fall through time in 1945.

I do think that slightly different choices are made - unconsciously - with each go-round of the loop. Key events would still occur, no matter what (Culloden, losing Faith, Brian’s death) - but just like how Claire changes the future (or does she?!?) each time she saves a patient, so too do Jamie and Claire make slight changes with each iteration. But I do think it’s cumulative - as in, once a choice is made differently, then it applies to the next cycle. Maybe in the first go-round, for example, Jamie did die at Culloden - but in following cycles he didn’t.

Is there any way to stop it? Only if you stop time.

Oh, I *do* think that Jamie and Claire get their peaceful, happy eternity together - in some other plane of existence completely outside of the loop. So that they can watch it over and over, and be so grateful that they have each other.

Love, Want, Need.

I love that look in your eye. The one that you get that split second before you know it’s about to happen. I love it when you start to shift away so slightly. Anticipating where my fingers are going to carass your skin. Where they’re going to begin their assault. Where the first nerve ending ignites. I love it when it starts. When a single fingertip glides along your leg, a traveller seeking greater things, but not unaware of the importance of the journey. It makes it’s path felt like a ghost whispering into your skin. It’s barely there. You could of sworn it had stopped. But you know from the tensing in your stomach that it’s present. That’s it’s still going. That it’s hungry.

I love when you try to resist. You exercise as many muscles as it takes to frown. You won’t give me the satisfaction. But it builds and builds. You’re forced to smile. Just the tips of your lips curling upward to slighlty. I love that you think I won’t notice. But of course I do. And I’m going to comment on it.

“You do look much prettier when you smile”

I love that you’re losing the battle. Your cheeks keep rising, inch by inch. Your lips are being pulled from one another as the smile grows wider and wider. I love how I can hear your breath becoming heavier. Faster. You’re trying to control it, but you can’t. Every time my finger gets lower you inhale in shock. It’s over your ankles now, circling as if hoping to leave it’s mark. I love how your breathing just included a little giggle. Just one. Just one sweet little offering. I love how the look in your eye just changed. Your eyes widened. Maybe I wouldn’t notice? But I definitely did. You know it now. You’ve given me a taste of what I want. No way I’m stopping now. My fingers find your feet, wiggling along your toes. Teasing their undersides as they flex and fold as plants in the breeze. I love how your giggling’s becoming a laugh. It was just too hard for you to hold in so many coming so fast. You simply had to give in. You just had to laugh.

“Aww, something funny to you? Or is it…maybe you’re just a little ticklish?…”

I love how your eyes have changed. There’s a fire in your belly now. You’ve got a taste of what you want. No way you’re going to have me stop now. They look at mine now with a longing. Your eyebrows raise slightly. You say maybe you are, and ask what I’m going to do about it through forced down chuckles. I love how helpless you are, and yet how much power you still have over me with those shimmering eyes and your hushed tone. Your teasing words stoke the flames. I tickle more. I tickle slightly faster. I tickle now to drive you slowly insane.

“Silly ticklish little girl. You should have just asked.”

I love how the words even have an effect on you. Like every sense is being taken over by the sensation. Like you can’t even think about anything other then my voice echoing in your mind. I love that your struggling more now. It obviously tickles so much you cant sit still, but you still try. You don’t want to discourage me now, do you? The hands plan a methodical path all over your body. Ready to enact it any second. I love that this is just the prologue. Teasing tickles to light a spark. The heat’s spreading. Your breath warm like smoke. And where there’s smoke. Well, you know the rest. I can see it. Your hips are swaying gently, thighs pressed tightly together. Instead of trying to flee, your skin seems almost drawn to my fingertips. We share a glance. A glance that lasts for eons. Entire stars are burst into existence and fade into the cold in that one instant. Silently, we get up. I love that we both know that this isn’t stopping. It’s just relocating. To the place where all the best things happen. Where all the fun toys are. Where it all becomes a haze of desire and want. Where you really, and I mean really, get tickled. I love that you almost run, so eager to get there. I love that you don’t just want this. You bloody crave it. Release from everything. A whole existence free of anything that isn’t you, me, and this delicious torture that could never end. You’ve allowed yourself to dream. To desire. To lust.

I love that.

I want it to get deep. I don’t mean a 10 second tickle. I don’t mean a quick scribble of fingers. I don’t mean a cheeky poke to the sides. I mean real. I want you to look into my eyes. Dead into them. I want you to see my desire to totally render you helpless with ticklish laughter burning from behind my dark brown optics like a forrest fire. It’ll envelope everything if you let it. I want to look right into yours and see the hunger. A hunger so vast and insatiable that it draws me in with it’s sheer force. I want to see that you need it. You need me to run my fingers all over your body. Every last inch. Slowly, quickly, teasingly, tortourously, it’ll all happen. It’s going to be hours of your howling and my smug grin, my verbal cooing.

“Awww, what’s the matter?”
“Too ticklish for your own good?”
“Tickle tickle…does it tickle when I do this?”
“Why are you begging for it to stop? Face it. You’re all mine. And I’m going to tickle you forever, little girl”

Statements, questions, teasing. All of it barely audiable over your own laughter. From the tips of your toes, down your soles, your heels…Right up your legs, thighs, hips, sides, stomach, ribs, underarms, neck, collarbone, your back. Even a few places neither of us dare mention until we’re consumed by the moment. I want you to gaze at me in the short breaks I afford you and bite your lip, knowing it’ll start any second. I want you to see my grin, my arrogance that I’m in total control of everything you feel. I want the whole damn universe to stand still. To not matter. Because in this moment you see in me every fantasy you’ve ever had realised. Every dream come to life and even things you’d never dared allow yourself imagine. And it all comes packaged with an English accent. I want you to feel amazing. I want your skin to light up with each delicate touch and each gentle stroke until you feel like a thousand candles. I want to draw forth peels of giggles as I slow it down. Raucous laughter as I speed up. Whimpers as feathers touch you with their downy strokes. Gasping as brushes softly tease with their bristles. Begging for it to stop through tearing eyes. Begging for more mixed with moans. Admitting you love it with complete acceptance.

I want it to never end. I want you to crave it as much as I do. I want to satisfy every desire that makes you warm up inside, fidget with your fingers, turn you to distraction. Every time you blushed I noticed. Every time you stuttered I made a mental plan. I’ve been doing my homework, little girl. And I know how to make you feel true, eternal, exhausting ecstacy.

I want it to tickle.

I need to tickle you. I know, it comes across as rather basic. But I want you to understand what that word really means when I say it. Let me walk you through.

When I say I need to tickle you, I mean I need you to start strong. Such a tough girl. All up for what’s about to happen. A little back chat. We chuckle at how you say I won’t win. We chuckle at how wrong you are. You’re so sure of yourself. So damn confident it borders on arrogant. I take it all. A few witty retorts, a couple allusions to what’s about to happen, but you don’t let it phase you. Suddenly though, you’re a little tied up at present, and that cockiness seems to have dampened a bit. Such a shame. You’re stuck now. I need to see the feeling of helplessness begin to descend on you as I circle your delicate form like a vulture. Slowly drinking it all in. The situation. Your eyes watching me with such apprehension. You mouth trembling so slighlty you’re sure I won’t notice. I notice. And that right there is the starting gun.

I need you to jump just so slighlty as my hands suddently clasp on your sides. The palms rub up and down gently as I peer at you. But before you can enjoy any of it, by index fingers flick down softly. Just grazing your skin. Your entire body tenses. Another two fingers join, just scraping by once. Then more. Then all. As soon as my hands appear closed next to your sides they open again like a springtrap, all of my fingers pouncing on your skin. Then they curl again. One by tortorous one. You’re resolved not to laugh. But my light tickling of your sides is just step one. The fingers begin to glide at the base of your ribs now. So teasingly, like it’s accidental. But you twitch a little. Your compisure’s starting to slip. I think now’s a good time to try and get a little reaction out of you.

“Not much to say now, huh? You were such a big talker a second ago. Wonder what happened?”

I need you to try respond, but as soon as I see you’re about to I move my fingers up to the sides of your ribs. The words catch in your throat as you shut your mouth as mach speeds to prevent the inevitable. As I count your ribs over and over, I search for the tell-tale signs of repression. Turning your head from me. Not making eye contact. A few mumbles. Doing anything to get your mind away from the situation. But I won’t let it. The second I think you become used to the sensation I switch. Fingers crawling up your underarms and making such soft circles in their hollows. Round and round they go, exciting your skin. Now you’re really struggling. Your lips so harshly pressed together, they could forms diamonds. I hum to myself as I cock my head, seeming inquisitve as I carress your sensitive skin. Suddently it stops. I’m changing things up. I need you to be tickled everywhere. And I’ve been terribly neglecting your lower body. My mistake. I need you to have a breahter now. A little respite. Just to clear your mind. Because I need you to see how quickly you can go from totally fine, to utter hysterics. As I settle by your feet, I need you to feel as helpless before the tickling starts as after.

“Going to be a good little girl and laugh? Or is someone too stubborn?”
“Come on, let’s see a smile! No? Guess I’ll have to work on that.”
“Don’t suppose these cute little feet are… ticklish? Oh I bed they are!”

I need you to feel yourself start to slip away as soon as a single finger begins to gently trace from your heel, along your arch, all the way up to your toes. And down again it goes. You can’t even help it now, you’re lips curl into a small smile. I drink it in. It’s the sign of better things to come. My fingers tracing up and down, so slowly, so lighlty, so gently is only made worse by my constant reminder of how at my mercy you really are.

“Awww, such a lovely smile.”
“Cootchie coo, let’s hear a giggle”
“I bet this tickles just so much! Bet you really want to laugh, huh”

I need my fingers dancing on your soles, your arches quickly, but with such grace a ballerina would feel shame. Their light strokes and wiggling tips excite every nerve after the other so each movement feels like a new sensation. It’s maddening. It’s unbearable. It’s laughable. That such contact, such child-like games could make you want to beg for it to stop. Could make you lose your mind. I need you to laugh. And you’re more than ready to oblige. Just a giggle at first. Barely audiable. But it builds. And each attempt to silence it is met with more bubbling up. It overflows like a broken riverbank. It’s volume rises like the ties. It’s musical. It’s melodic. It’s perfect. Pure. My fingers teasing your toes, one by one then all at once. Slowly then quickly. Softly then with pressure. They adapt as your laugh betrays you once more, letting me know your most sensitive spots. The places to really let loose. It goes on and on. But your calves get their own attention. Soft stroking right up until the backs of your knees. Playful wiggling turning into hungry kneading as my hands move around to tickle your thighs. Their outsides, their backs, their insides. I watch as you thrash and laugh louder than before. It’s clear your control is gone. I need to see it in your eyes. Admission of defeat.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Such a ticklish little girlie, aren’t you?”

My fingers knead your hips. Your whole world is spinning wildly out of control. Your laugher is mixed with heavy breathing. Dizziness takes over as you melt completely into ticklish ecstacy. My fingers at your feet and your hips. Your thighs and sides. Your knees and belly. They run and play and tease and exploit your weakness like experts. The cruelist tools of the kindest torturer. Everything that led to this doesn’t even register. Whatever happened before of happens after this moment is beyond even fathoming. All that’s in your mind is my words bouncing around your head, echoing like a mantra told for eons. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You can’t stop it. You’ve given in. It’s all your know now. It’s all you want now. For it to never end. It’s agony and the height of pleasure all rolled into one. Your begging for it not stop now. I need to hear it in your voice. Through the laughter and the strain, through the moans and the sharp intakes of breath. The hunger. The desire. For this to be your everything. For this to be forever. Peaks and valleys of ticklish delight. Slow. Fast. Playful. Dastardly. Innocent. Evil. A torment for all eternity as your skin is teased by tools of all kinds. New materials bring new senstations. It never becomes stale. It’s always building up. It’s all there ever will be, and all you’ll ever want. Tickling. Until you’re nothing more than a thrashing, moaning, laughing, broken, begging, excited, helpless, little girl.

So hopefully you understand. Hopefully you appreciate it. Hopefully you feel your stomach drop and the adrenaline start to rush and every muscle begin to tighten when I say:

I need to tickle you. Now.


TGIF!–This may have been a short week, but I’m still SUPER happy to see Friday!  I had a 2pm dentist appointment, so I even got to leave the office early!

Work wanted to do a Facebook post about my five year workiversary…can you tell I was NOT feeling the picture taking this morning–that is most definitely my ok-just-take-the-picture-and-get-this-over-with face! Hahahaha!  At least my hair air dried alright today, so there’s that.

I’ve been reading Why Diets Make Us Fat–which is basically the book version of this Slate article I shared a while ago when the husband and I were discussing it on one of our evening walks.  I picked up the book because a friend of mine wanted to read it and I’m always happy to discuss books with friends!  I can’t say that a ton of it was new information to me, but I do like reading research about health–the gist is that it’s more about eating well and being fit than a number on the scale.  Chasing a number and dieting in ways that are not sustainable and are often actually harmful=unhealthy and dangerous.  Basically, these kinds of reads just make me feel insanely fortunate that “mindful” or “intuitive” eating–whatever you want to call it–comes naturally to me.  My parents struggled with food (my mom still does), and they did their very best to make sure I didn’t–and they succeeded. I hope I will succeed with Conner, too.  For the most part, we eat very healthy at home, and we genuinely enjoy it.  I AM mindful that what we serve always includes vegetables; we go meatless for several meals a week; and I don’t cook with a lot of unhealthy additives.  We don’t limit our food or feel guilty for having dessert, snacks, or things we like.  For me, that works because I don’t obsess over any food.  I’m pretty sure the minute I tried to go on any kind of structured diet I would lose my mind.  Even thinking about it sounds stressful.  I’m looking forward to the discussion with my friend–she did not come from a background with a healthy approach to food and she’s been a dieter for years.  I’m interested in her perspective.

Also, I actually bought a real cookbook the other day–something I haven’t done in forever because of Pinterest.  I’ve bookmarked a ton of recipes I’m so excited to try! :)  



A song fic ( Flares by the Script)

Father!Tony Stark x reader// Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word Count: 1171 (including lyrics, 998 without)

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, death… i think that’s it??? Let me know if there is anything else.

A/N: So instead of writing the next chapter of We Will Survive, I wrote this. Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome! And i tried my best to write a gender-neutral reader in this, so yeah….


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anonymous asked:

How do you think robbie and Daisy reveal their feelings for each other? Is she scared to love someone again?

Honestly, how they reveal their feelings for each other could happen in so many freaking ways! The possibilities are endless and they all make me so giddy :)

- Like, I’d love something similar to Daisy/Lincoln with the whole “You shouldn’t waste your time caring about me”/“I can’t help it” *smooch smooch*. Those lines fit Daisy/Robbie so well, as well, but of course I wouldn’t want that to be taken away from Daisy/Lincoln shippers so sadly probably not that ;w;

- Another is that they are having another soft conversation when he returns again (like in 4x22). The two could just be hanging out alone and chatting about how really glad they are to see each other again and how much they have missed the other. They stare heart eyes at each other and get closer and suddenly Daisy kisses Robbie or vice versa. You know, sort of how I wanted the “But I’m here now and that’s good”/“That is good” exchange to go before they were so rudely interrupted! (Fitz! >_>)(But kidding because I am a little glad they didn’t kiss too soon, maybe now after this second reunion the distance has made the heart grow even fonder where they just can’t deny that they really like each other).

- Or, how they reveal their feelings could go really dramatic. The two could be heading off in different directions to help save the day, they don’t know if they’ll make it or see the other again, so they lock eyes and suddenly kiss briefly. Or maybe even one is about to go risk their life to help save the day and the other is trying to stop them and make them change their mind. You know, one of those dramatic romantic tropes like “Please don’t go, don’t do this”/“Why not?” and the other doesn’t really know how to express how much they care and love the person so they just passionately kiss them in response.

I could go on, but yeah, I expect how they reveal their feelings to each other to be basically very physical. They might not say something along the lines of “I like you,” but their body language would be very telling of their interest until the point where one kisses the other and it’s “yep so I like you.”

As for the second question, yeah, I definitely think Daisy is a little scared to love again. So many times throughout her life she’s been open to love only for it to go terrible for her. She’s definitely wary, which I think shows in the finale. Robbie obviously likes Daisy (those heart eyes were so damn blatant ohmygod Gabriel Luna), and I think the interest is mutual. Like I sort of pointed out in this post (x), it seems like Daisy does have a tiny crush on Robbie, but she’s hesitant to act on those feelings.

Still, I think Daisy will grow to be open to the idea of loving again. Her denying Aida’s offer of getting Lincoln back was a sign that she is ready to let Lincoln go and move on. She may not ever lose those feelings she had for Lincoln, but she recognizes that Lincoln is gone and she has to keep moving forward in life (which might include new love).

Hopefully we’ll see in season 5 if Daisy and Robbie’s crushes will turn into something more ;)