i wish the cake was a lie

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So, I forgot to post this last week! This is the cake I made for my hubby’s birthday!!! He turned 34, and he asked for a peanut butter cake, so that’s what I did! It was so much fun to make! I wore the apron that my Bestie Friendo ( @hadtochooseausername ) made, I got to use the hand mixer my mother-in-law gave me for Christmas (it’s a KitchenAid!!!), and I got to use the cake pans that I almost never use. I did realize that I sincerely need a cake stand, though, cuz cutting the cake on that plate was harder than it needed to be.

It’s all hand made! The cake itself is a peanut butter cake, nice and moist, if a bit dense, but in the best way possible. Between the layers is a peanut butter whipped cream (I just whipped some cream and folded in peanut butter), studded with chopped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. The whole thing is just smothered in chocolate ganache (again, made by yours truly!), and decorated with 34 pieces of peanut butter cups (I didn’t have any candles, but still wanted a physical representation of his age).

It took a week and one day, but as of a few minutes ago, hubby and I finished off the cake. It was probably the best dessert I’ve ever made! I’m so freaking proud of it!!

@simonalkenmayer @thehornedwitch @sister-forget-me-not @reinelefey @zerotounfinity @youcantseebutimmakingaface (Why won’t it let me tag you???) @ouroboros64 @laurenftagn 

there on a balcony in summer air

LOL I CANT COPE WITH SADNESS SO OBVIOUSLY I WROTE UTTERLY MEANINGLESS JAKE AND AMY WEDDING FLUFF INSTEAD OF ANYTHING USEFUL

TITLES FROM TAYLOR SWIFT, DAN GOOR CAN FIGHT ME PERSONALLY, I HOPE THIS SOOTHES EVERYONES SOULS A BIT LIKE IT SORT OF DID MINE

shoutout to @parlegee for proofreading, ur the number one

Considering how much the general universe seems to specifically have it out to ruin his life, Jake thinks that he’s been having a pretty amazing day so far.

Of course, it is his wedding day, so it’s inherently supposed to be a good one, unless he’s the generic fiance from all those rom coms who isn’t right for spunky Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaughey is scheduled to burst through the doors roughly three hours ago yelling I object. Jake’s pretty sure that that movie doesn’t actually exist, but the concept of it is kind of terrifying, because what if he is Random Wrong Fiance No. 23, except instead of Matthew McConaughey ruining things, the ceiling falls in, or Amy gets abducted by aliens. Or worst, Charles gets abducted by aliens. Or even worst, Gina’s baby gets abducted by aliens.

That would definitely be the worst of all, Jake thinks, because Gina would never let any of them forget that her progeny was probably the youngest person ever to do space travel.

Jake’s point, he thinks, getting back on topic – he should really be concentrating on his dancing, because he and Amy nearly just crashed into Holt and his mom, which, wow, that’s making him emotional, look at the ceiling, Jake – God, anyways. There’s gotta be a rule, somewhere, is what Jake’s trying to say. A rule, somewhere in the universe, right, that wedding days are off limits for terrible awful no-good bad stuff to happen. If it’s not a rule already, he’s making it a rule.

Or like, maybe Amy could make it a rule, because she’s a Sergeant now, so she has more authority than him.

Something – something like that.

That being said, it’s not like the universe hasn’t tried to derail this monumentous occasion (yes Amy, monumentous is a word, I didn’t mean monumental, I looked it up on the dictionary app – yes a reliable one, no, my voice is not cracking like it does when I’m telling a lie –)

It’s not like there haven’t already been some hardcore attempts at day-derailing, is all he’s saying, so maybe the rule thing is just wishful thinking on Jake’s part. Thus far, from eight forty-two this morning all the way until exactly two minutes ago when Charles burst into tears over the remains of the wedding cake again, approximately five near-catastrophes have occurred. At least five. If not more. Jake can’t remember if there were more or less, so he makes a mental list, just to be sure.

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Jerza Week 17 Day 1 - Light

Rated: T

Words: 1K+

FFN


When Jellal pulled open the house’ door and stepped into the front hallway, the faint sound of people’s talking in a TV show greeted him from the living room.

“I’m back.”

He raised his voice a little with the intent to make his return home known to Erza. But Erza didn’t greet him back like he had expected even after he had stripped off his leather boots.

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Read-spiration for writing

It’s that time again! Some of the best inspiration for writing comes from reading books, with their beautiful phrases and ideas or characters that dazzle you. So, here are ten ‘readspiration’ quotes that made me want to write when I read them. I also recommend the rest of the book as novels I enjoyed.


1) “And he uncovered in us a curious need: that we each secretly wanted him to remember us the most. It was strange, both vital and flawed, until I realised that maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember.”

2) “I am here but I am not yours.”

  – When God Was a Rabbit, Sarah Winman


3) “We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.”

4) “I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.” 

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Aimee Bender


5) “If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.”

6)  “You’ve never lived what you are thinking, and that isn’t good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.” 

Demian, Herman Hesse


6) “I would lie of course. I lied a lot and with good reason: to protect the truth—safeguard it like wearing fake gems to keep the real ones from getting stolen or cheapened by overuse. I guarded what truths I possessed because information was not a thing—it was colorless odorless shapeless and therefore indestructible. There was no way to retrieve or void it no way to halt its proliferation. Telling someone a secret was like storing plutonium inside a sandwich bag the information would inevitably outlive the friendship or love or trust in which you’d placed it. And then you would have given it away.”

 – Look at Me, Jennifer Egan


7) “I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.”

8) “You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.” 

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern


9) “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.” 

10) “I am not an angel,’ I asserted; ‘and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.” 

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

Feels So Right

Characters: Dean x Vampire!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,263

Warnings: Maybe a little angst but mostly fluff

Request:  Hi love, can u do a dean X reader where in a hunt the boys get save by a vampire (girl) and as the time went by dean falls in love her even do everything in his nature is telling him not to? and cloud you tag me please, thank u!

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

Whiskey.

Gunpowder.

Motor Oil.

Leather.

You’ve been trailing him for weeks. You’d know that scent anywhere. You were pulled in when he questioned you at a bar. You couldn’t focus on anything other than that scent and his candy green apple eyes. He made you forget who you were.

You only drank animal blood. Killing humans wasn’t who you were and wasn’t who you ever wanted to be. You were turned into a vampire by accident. These group of men thought you were someone else and turned you but when they found out who you really were, they tossed you outside like trash. They left you to die or to feed all on your own.

That first taste of human blood made your cold, dead heart feel alive again but you hated hurting people. Before this, you had a life. You had a family. You were a nurse, practicing to become a doctor one day. You found joy in making others happier.

But your life was ripped away from you and you’ve never been the same again. You can’t step foot in a hospital without growing your canines.

You weren’t a normal vampire. You were a special kind that didn’t have a full set of sharp teeth that extended from your gums. Your canines were the only ones that grew. You didn’t know why you were like this but only a handful of people get them once turned.

Maybe that is why you were tossed out like trash. Those vampires didn’t know what to do with you. It was said that your type of vampire was very dangerous but they resided in other countries. You were the first of your kind in the United States. You figured that a vampire migrated here, bit you and then left after it was done.

You tried to control your thirst by drinking the blood of animals when they were harmed or dying. You hated killing animals too but it was better than humans.

But that all changed when you met him. Dean Winchester. You already knew who he was even before meeting him. Every monster alive was to fear the Winchesters. You tried not to give anything away as he questioned you and it seemed to work. He got the job done and was out of town the next week.

And so were you.

You followed him all across the country, always staying a few steps behind. You couldn’t give yourself away to him because he would kill you without a second thought. But his scent was what kept the hunger down. He was your medicine and he didn’t even know you.

You tried your best to get a motel room that was a few doors down and drive a stolen car that was a few yards behind. You tried your best to keep yourself hidden from him and it worked until one slip up. He caught you at a bar when he was hanging with Sam.

He didn’t recognize you but if he did, he made no move to let you know that. He flirted with you all night long and you so badly wanted to take him home but you didn’t know what you would do if that happened. Sex for a vampire was always great but it was so much more than that.

It would be more like you marking him as yours so that other vampires would know he belonged to you. If he were to turn, that bond would get stronger. But you couldn’t do that to him since you didn’t want to take his life away like how you got yours taken.

So, you told him you were a lesbian.

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fever

“Was that Katara again?” Sokka smirked.

“You seem to conveniently make these comments when she’s gone. I wonder why.”

“What? A guy can’t tease his best friend?”

Zuko glared at him.

“All I’m saying is you’ve been sneaking around. Could get a guy suspicious.”

Zuko jumped. Sokka was smart, but did he figure it out already? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped.

“C’mon Zuko. I’d have to be blind not to put two and two together.” Sokka crossed his arms. “What? Did you guys think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Sokka, I think you’re imagining things.”

“Nice try, but it’s my big brother duty to make this kind of stuff my business.”

Zuko’s eyebrows knitted. “I’m confused.” Wasn’t he talking about the surprise birthday party?

“You and Katara.” Sokka wiggled his eyebrows. “C’mon.”

“What about us?”

“Dude, you totally have the hots for my sister!”

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Sentence Starters {Portal Edition}
  • "The cake is a lie."
  • "Congratulations. Was it worth it?"
  • "You’ve been wrong about every single thing you’ve ever done, including
  • this thing!"
  • "Don’t let that ‘horrible person’ thing discourage you."
  • "You’re not just a regular moron. You were designed to be a moron.”
  • "Stay still, please!”
  • "Happy Explosion Day, gorgeous!
  • "Space! Space! Wanna go to space?!"
  • ”I wish I could take it all back. I honestly do.”
  • "I am genuinely sorry."
my ride is late, here are prompts

please tag me if you use these. i love reading what you come up with.

1. Didn’t you say they loved you?

2. I was yours.

3. How long are we going to ignore what’s going on?

4. What’s in your hand?

5. I don’t feel like laying down.

6. How am I supposed to turn around?

7. Smile like you don’t know.

8. You said things would change and they haven’t.

9. I’ve been working overtime.

10. I waited in a thunderstorm.

11. When will you be home?

12. Hang on longer.

13. Don’t tell me I don’t understand.

14. It isn’t me though! 

15. I’m not sure how I got here. 

16. Are you alone in your room?

17. There’s no reason beyond wanting you. 

18. I don’t want to ask anymore.

19. Think about me next time.

20. Were you alone?

21. What’s your dirty secret?

22. Tell me who you were with.

23. I’m not coming home tonight.

24. I can tell when you’re lying to me. Your eyes are so fucking big

25. You’re safe with me

26. You used to believe me when I said that.

27. Don’t leave me when I’m like this.

28. We have the best conversations. 

29. There’s no good songs on the radio.

30. We had it all. 

31. Why did you take off?

32. You ran away from me. 

33. I’ll give you something to cry about. 

34. I was so low and where the fuck were you?

35. It’s nice when it’s quiet like this. 

36. I don’t know what to say. 

37. Don’t call me up, okay?

38. I’m gone. You lost me.

39. You couldn’t give me what I wanted. 

40. It was so cold last time we were here. 

41. Your sister never liked me.

42. I’m lost and I’m not from here.

43. You caused this

44. This is a waste of time

45. This is what a finish line looks like. 

46. You’re the lucky one. 

47. I feel like i’m on fire. 

48. You’re not going to deny how I feel. 

49. Is it because of what I said?

50. I always thought I’d just leave when it got this bad. 

51. What’s going on in your head?

52. You’re stuck in the past. 

53. It’s driving me crazy. 

54. I’m supposed to believe that was your Dad on the phone. 

55. I wasn’t born yesterday. 

56. Of course, you want me now that I’m with him.

57. I’m not your little idiot anymore. 

58. I’d stay if you wer ehonest with me

59. She looks like a bitch.

60. You don’t respect me

61. Are you really scared?

62. I wish I could too. 

63. It’s 2 AM, where could you need to be?

64. I don’t know because you won’t tell me.

65. Trust me this isn’t your fault. 

66. Don’t lose your mind out there

67. It was easier before. 

68. Everybody still believes in you. 

69. Is it too late to tell you the truth?

70. Just tell me what happened. 

71. You are the one hiding. 

72. Honestly, there’s no need for you to protect me. 

73. I am on your side, talk to me.

74. I don’t know and you don’t know

75. I just want to go back to my grapes. 

76. Maybe it does actually matter 

77. My mom didn’t actually like you

78. I’m not crying over you. 

79. Do you still care about the?

80. I moved on before I left. 

81. These things have a way of going away on their own.

82. I just don’t want to stand and watch again.

83. That’s how many times I couldn’t make you stay. 

84. I’ll be back in California. 

85. You’re trying to make it okay from over there. 

86. You know I love you, but…

87. Tell me something I don’t already know. 

88. I want to try, but I’m not really ready for all of this.

89.You never called. 

90. I thought you were going to let me in. 

91. You said I was different.

92. What are we fighting for?

93. One day, you’ll understand.

94. You can’t accept it’s over. 

95. You’re still pretending you can handle it and you can’t handle it.

96. You’re not going to like what I’m about to say

97. It’ll be hard tomorrow too.

98. This is enough for me.

99. You don’t need sleeping pills. 

100. Sing me to sleep. 

101. What was the worst thing I did?

102. Did I drink too much?

103. You wrecked us.

104. Thanks for making time. 

105. It feels like it’s been longer.

106. How bad is bad?

107. We’re just so different now.

108. I used to love what you were about.

109. This feels like a cruel joke. 

110. No one has to know what happens in this room.

111. Right now, I just want you to be my friend.

112. Meet me in the back. 

113. I can’t get past the bouner. 

114. You could have done better.

115. This is going to let slip away from you. 

116. Stop watching me.

117. I can smell the smoke all over you.

118. I lost my nerve completely. 

119. The wind was in your hair, that’s what i remember.

120. Is this actually happening?

121. We all know how this will end.

122. How did that song go?

123. I really want to be grateful.

124. I’ll find a way to make us work. 

125. Everything has changed now.

126. You still matter.

127. Does it make you want to die?

128. I noticed, but I didn’t care.

129. I don’t want to know why.

130. I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen.

131. You left all your things here.

132. I don’t want to play this game with you anymore.

133. You used to like when we fought.

134. You said you wanted me.

135. Do you need someone again?

136. Nothing you say can change anything.

137. Where are you going to go?

138. Don’t do this to us.

139. You only care about you.

140. Have you heard what everyone is saying about us?

141. What about money?

142. You used to only move like that for me.

143. He’s in love with a better girl.

144. I know you still want it.

145. That was the moment I knew.

146. I just can’t believe you’re not going to be there.

147. You should have been there.

148. Quit playing.

149. Tell me right now there’s someone else.

150. This is the last time.

151. I thought you’d call someone closer to you.

152. It’s easier to lie.

153. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m good enough for you.

154. It all feels wrong. What the fuck is the right thing to do?

155. I’ll explain everything to them. 

156. Eat your cake. 

157. What’s your story?

158. I wish you hadn’t brought him.

159. I know what you’re thinking. 

160. I don’t want to see you with her.

161. I’m happy for you.

162. Word gets around.

163. Why did you go through my emails?

164. We don’t have anything to talk about.

165. Do you still love me?

166. Don’t make me say it.

167. If we keep doing this, we’ll break up.

168. We are bad for each other.

169. I knew you’d hurt me. 

170. What if I meet you after midnight?

X-Files Fic: Between Sorrow and Bliss, Chapter Six

Rating: PG-13
TImeline: Tempus Fugit through Max
Summary: Mulder takes a stab at setting aside a night to celebrate Scully’s birthday, but things don’t go as planned.  Scully learns the origin of Mulder’s gift to her.

Previous chapters: one | two | three | four | five 




Although Scully allows Mulder to drive her to her treatment, she makes him stay in the waiting room, and though she lets him get her settled at home with everything she might need close at hand, she won’t let him stay over, not even on the couch.  He makes sure both her cell phone and her cordless handset are next to her, leaving them on the other pillow where he’d much rather rest his head.  She waves him away sleepily, so tired she can’t even protest when he places a gentle kiss on her forehead, though her frown makes it perfectly clear that she would protest, if she had the strength.

On Sunday evening, Mulder sets about making plans for Tuesday.  He calls the Headless Woman, a pub not far from work or from her apartment, figuring that if she’s tired, it won’t be a huge hassle to get there, and if she gets sick during dinner, getting home will be quick and easy.  

He frets for a moment about what to do about dessert.  If he recalls correctly, the Headless Woman is heavy on ice creams and bread puddings, things he doubts Scully’s sensitive stomach will be able to tolerate.  He thinks back to Friday morning, watching her tuck into her vending machine breakfast, marveling at the idea of mega-health-conscious Scully eating anything that had ever come out of a Hostess factory… and he has an idea.

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VS Fashion Show

(So i’m doing an imagine based on this request. Hope it’s okay if i kind of changed it up a bit to fit something else i was writing!!)

Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show: Ed Sheeran Imagine

            I don’t care how many times I see Ed perform each time somehow manages to be better than the last.  It’s the same couple of songs over and over again, but my god, he has a way with that guitar and his vocal cords. I have a feeling that even when we’re 80 and our bones are cracked and our hair is white, I’m still going to think that the sun shines out of his ass. Today is no different, as I curl up on the couch to watch Ed perform at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. I had been sick earlier in the week and couldn’t accompany Ed to the live show, so I have to settle for watching the pre-recorded show with the rest of the world. I’ve never understood the point in watching it before. It’s just a reminder of the fact that my boobs are too small to ever be able to wear the bras they are modeling, and that I’m probably never going to have a six-pack.

            I know those things shouldn’t bother me. I’ve been alive long enough to know that models don’t make up a significant portion of the population, and that I’m never going to look like that, nor should I want to. But there’s always going to be that part of me that thinks maybe I don’t need to eat every meal, or maybe I could work out more. Just a small, small part.

            Ed’s name flashes on the screen on my phone and I swipe my finger across it and put it to my ear.

            “Hey babe, you’re actually just about to perform” I tell him, answering the phone

            “Dammit” he grumbles into the phone, “listen, I’m stuck in traffic and I probably won’t be home for at least an hour.”

            “Don’t worry about it” I reply, “It’s not like you care to hear yourself perform. I’m the one who was sick and couldn’t go. Just be safe and I’ll see when you get home”

            “I love you” I can practically hear him smiling, “hopefully I’m not too terrible”

            “I’m sure you’ll be great” I assure him, “and I love you too.”

I hang up the phone just in time for Ed’s performance. He sounds incredible, singing, ‘Thinking Out Loud’ and while it makes me so incredibly happy to see him perform, I’m still kind of bummed that I wasn’t there when it was filmed. He looks great, standing next to all of the models who are way more in shape than I’ll ever be, and for some reason, I’m struck with a sense of anxiety over the fact that Ed could probably have any one of those models if he wanted to, rather than me.

            Ed comes through the door about a half an hour later and I haven’t moved from the couch, still ruminating about the fashion show. He’s juggling a pink box in his hand, and his face lights up when he sees me.

            “Hey love, I have something for you” he beams, sitting down on the couch next to me. He presses his lips quickly to mine before handing me the box, “your favorite.”

            I open the box and come face to face with a cake, from my favorite bakery in London. I hardly ever get to the city early enough to get the cake before it’s sold out, so I’ve come to terms with only getting to eat it on special occasions. Honestly, it’s my favorite thing about London. But after watching that show, I feel like all I want to do is throw it straight into the garbage.

            “Turns out my 4am wake up call paid off” he chuckles, “Want to split it now?”

            “Thank you so much, Ed” I smile at his gesture, before setting it on the table in front of me, “I’m not really hungry right now, how about tomorrow?”

            “What?” His eyes widen, “For as long as I’ve known you, you have never been too full to eat this cake. Remember on your 21st birthday? You ate the entire cake by yourself in the car just because you didn’t want to share it with anyone at your party?”

            “Exactly” I frown, “I probably shouldn’t be proud of being able to eat an entire cake”

            “You okay?” He asks. He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him, “what’s going on?”

            “Nothing.” I lie, “you performed really well, and you looked like you had a lot of fun with all of those models.”

            “I wish you could have been there” He tells me, “I would have enjoyed it so much more.”

            “After seeing those girls you were with, I doubt I would have fit in” I chuckle, “I doubt any of them even know what cake tastes like.”

            “babe” He turns towards me and frowns, “I have a bad feeling you not being hungry has something to do with you watching that stupid fucking show.”

            “I’m a girl, Ed” I frown, “there’s always going to be a part of me that worries about what I look like. And there’s always going to be a part of me that worries about the fact that you could have any girl in the world.”

            “Hey” he grumbles, taking my hands in his “If you think for a single second that I ever look at you and wish you looked different, you’re wrong. I have never wanted to change a single thing about you. Just because you’re not starving yourself to be a model doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. You’re smarter and funnier and more beautiful than any of those models to me. You always will be. Okay?”

            “That’s very sweet of you to say, Ed” I press my lips to his quickly,

            “I mean it” he assures me, “I’d rather eat an entire cake with you any day.”

America will be the name of my first daughter.
She will be pulled from my womb screaming and I will swear
to the nurse that her wails sound like a Bob Dylan song.
She will have a cherry tree red birthmark
on her left cheek. She will not be pretty.
On her fifth birthday, she will ask me what the word bastard means.
It will be the only time I ever lie to her, saying
that it stands for “something too precious to hold.”
I make a mental note to rip that page out of our dictionary later.
Every year, she will refuse to blow out the candles on her cake
claiming the monsters under her bed need to wishes more.
Meri, will never cease playing when the street lights flicker on
and I will wait up like a ghost until
she comes through the screen door, all giggles,
telling me the conversation she had
with the pine trees that night.
My baby will scream her lungs sore the first time a boy
tries to kiss her on the playground.
She will punch him in the jaw and refuse an apology.
I will get frustrated every morning
when my lipstick is nowhere to be found.
It will be her secret weapon. Her atom bomb.
She will smuggle it away in her backpack
and paint her lips on the bus.
She will claim she likes the way it makes
her look like a lioness,
mouth dripping with blood.
She will be thrown against lockers and rarely invited to parties.
No one will be a fan of the way her
and her best friend decide to go to prom together.
Sisters with a secret and a fondness for dancing by themselves.
The others will tease her for years,
saying she is named after a dead thing.
But she will be brave, the crucifixion kind.
She will wear baseball caps and floral dresses.
She will always ask the worst questions in bible study.
She will read the paper while she paints her nails.
My daughter will be the messiah of a dying land.
My daughter will be what the founding fathers fucked up.
My daughter will be the only America I ever pledge my heart to.
—  b.e.fitzgerald (America, my love)

// A Pretzel Party is Better than a Pity Party // Sunnysmiles2

Hatter remained in hiding for the rest of the week, no contact with his family, his friends, the shower, or even his own reflection.  The famous Wonderland host was always one to be ‘over-dramatic’ about things but this time he just didn’t seem to understand how life changing it actually was.

If he misplaces his beloved hat, all of Wonderland would know about it. Lost fliers lining the fences alongside hounds that are trained to sniff out hats. (It is Wonderland after all) However, his current situation was an exception to his rules…he was actually down-playing it.

Recently Hatter had a still birth, not only that he came to realize that he was not the host he used to be…he was a ‘Hatted Hoodlum’ (Hoodlum in Wonderland terms being similar to a Whore.) Dressed in his flashy purple coat, with his large top hat, and various gold chains, he looked like a person begging to be pampered.  His tea parties, those precious parties he loved so much when he was still the Host with the most would turn into parties where he could make a quick Wo-buck. All this change occurring a weeks time when Alice stopped venturing through the Looking Glass.

Tea was never cheap and lets just say that he ‘owed’ a few people. There was however a light in the form of a guardian during all this madness. Her name was Megan and Hatter loved her so much.

When he first meant the lass, he had just developed an eating disorder (which he wasn’t aware of at the time.) His once lean, slender physique that of a muffin top. Eating crumpets and cakes always made him recall the good old days with Alice…when he was someone. Let’s just say…the disorder went a little too far…

Opening his eyes from where he lie in his bed, alone, he realized that he didn’t like to be alone. He wished for company. Creaking the door open he looked both ways up and down the hall. “Megan…..” he whimpered weakly starting his venture out of the room. “Megan…I am lonely…” he repeated shuffling downstairs.

No one was home.

“I-I-I just want my friends back…” he got onto his knees in the center of the hall crying into his sausage like fingers. “I-I-I want to feel wanted…” he sobbed before looking up to where his phone was perched. Alongside the phone was one of his beloved inventions from so long ago.

“…“

[TRANS] Park Bom R00mmate Episode 4

*Seho asks abt their tarot reading*

Bom: Let’s not talk about that here right now!!

Bom: Can i just talk about it alone with oppa?

Seho: But did you talk with the members about “how is this oppa?”

Bom: Of course!

Nana: The two guys are not here. Tell us about it now!

Bom: :Can’t i just text you about it? 

Seho: Have you never thought of me as a man?

*Bom and Nana laugh.*

Seho: I’m not joking, seriously!

Seho: Besides the 3 of them. Have you ever thought about me? (towards Bom) Bom: (Laughs) Seho: I’m serious

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SouRin Fic -

For this prompt from cshiroi and this from mellowroxy:

Prompt: Rin starts making bentos (or buys food) for Sousuke constantly after noticing how he skipped out on lunch a couple times. Sousuke is touched while Rin blushes. The swim club hears about this and teases them. Word spreads to Iwatobi as well so more teasing and embarrassment for two dorks :)

Sorta. It’s just that reading both prompts gave me this idea. I’m sorry these took me so long OTL

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Recently finished rereading Midsummer, and it was a dark rereading for me.  I was pissed at pretty much everyone and trying to figure out how I feel and what I saw.  It’s going to be a long process for me.  So is my rereading of Merchant.  Maybe any thoughts you have will help me.

Anywho, I was talking to a friend about Midsummer, and they see it as a meditation on love, which is an apt way to think about the play, but it is also a dark way to view it.  They didn’t say much than that, but I’ve been pondering the dynamics of the couples.  We have four couples: Hyppolyta/Theseus; Titania/Oberon; Hermia/Lysander; and Helena/Demetrius.  There is arguably a fifth (I think): Pyramus and Thisbe in the Rude Mechanicals’ performance.  Do we want to count Titania/Bottom?  I’m willing to add them.  But let’s focus on the big four.

I feel there is supposed to be a comparison/contrast among them all as to how love works, but among the big four, there is no ideal romance.  We may want to argue that Hermia and Lysander take the cake.  They are very lovey-dovey in the first few scenes, and though Lysander is a bit of a horn-dog in the forest, he respects Hermia’s wishes to lie apart for the night.  But then Puck comes along with the fairy juice.  Now I recognize that this is not Lysander’s fault, but he does say some pretty hurtful things to Hermia in the course of his drug-induced love for Helena, and we can also see that mortal love cannot always withstand outside forces.  On top of this, Hermia has no problem turning her back on Helena when her relationship with Lysander is threatened and so not only is her romantic love damaged, but her sisterly love takes a blow as well - and that is not drug-induced.  That is by choice.

Helena and Demetrius are just a big shit-fest.  I lay nearly all of the blame at Demetrius’ feet.  Poor Helena was taken advantage of massively, and while I want so much more for her, I also understand the dogged persistence for the person who does not want you.  Less understanding of Demetrius’ persistence, because Hermia has never shown an interest in him.  I do not view (and this may be an obvious stance) Demetrius’ love for Helena in the end as a happy ending.  Will Helena be happy?  I certainly hope so.  She doesn’t know that he was drugged into loving her, and so she can just bask in his fawning praise of her, but that is the truth of it.  She also chooses to throw away her relationship with Hermia for even a little of Demetrius’ attention.  She loses the full support of a sister for the scant attention of an ass.

Let’s talk about Oberon and Titania next.  I want to like Oberon (mostly because of the movie with Rupert Everett and I love Rupert) but I can’t.  I really can’t.  Not when he drugs his wife, makes a fool of her, and then (while drugged) gets the Indian child of her.  For what?  Titania had a legitimate emotional connection with that child.  Loved his mother dearly and wanted to care for him as one of her own.  Oberon wanted him for a servant, and most likely because Titania had something he didn’t.  He cannot cite her wandering from his bed as an excuse because he has done the exact same thing.  Is it a male ego power trip?  That’s all I can think of it being.  (Besides being a meditation on love in all its painful forms, I also see the play as the ways in which men exercise power over women)  Titania may be stubborn, but I think she has every reason to be.  They cannot be an example of good love.

So we’re left with Hyppolyta and Theseus.  They seem to get a long fairly well in most cases.  They can moon over each other.  But here’s my problem: Theseus won his wife in battle.  She was a war prize.  He is automatically placed in a superior position over her.  Is it possible he has learned to really love her and see her as an equal?  Yes.  Though I have my doubts in their remarks during the performance of Pyramus and Thisbe.  Theseus tends to ignore or dismiss everything she has to say.  There’s not a lot Hyppolyta can do to combat this (ha, pun).

But I want to also mention both Pyramus and Thisbe and even more importantly, Bottom and Titania.  Neither are absolutely perfect relationships (they don’t exist).  But P&T, whose love may be purest, are killed off in their story.  Pure love cannot exist in this world perhaps?  True, even if it is a dark way of expressing it.  But Bottom and Titania.  They have a real ring of truth in them, or maybe that’s what I want.  Gender role reversals in Titania spoiling Bottom, but also, just the way she dotes on him.  It is precious.  It is lovely.  And it is so very ephemeral.  THAT is the dream, I think, more than anything else.  I’m so glad I’ve realized it.

sweet knowledge, forever, and greed
rated e for enormous amount of dialogue with little to know context im sorry, not really
word count: 2,102
more namjoon for rookieking cause everyone wants that automatic dick; magical realism cause I am too lazy to explain things lmao

It starts with goodbye and ends with hello. Like most things do.

“Please,” he holds the door, eyes hooded, a smile easy on his lips, silver-tipped cane skimming the polished floor.

“Thank you,” you tug your shawl around your shoulders and run him over with your eyes. You feel him doing the same to you.

“Good evening, miss.” He dips his head and your heels click-click-click by him, two inches too close for strangers.

“And to you.”

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