i'm actually really happy i finally have a chance to wear these though

In Trousers: A Summary/Analysis

The Story

On the cast recording vinyl, William Finn wrote

The form of the show is simple: whenever things get too hot for the older Marvin, he reverts back to himself at fourteen. After 14: he has a high school sweetheart, isn’t big with the intimacies, gets married, isn’t big with the intimacies, and leaves his wife for a man. So Marvin grows up (after a fashion), says goodbye to the ladies (more to the point), and learns to live with always getting what he wants- which is the story of In Trousers.

In the libretto for the 1986 revised show, Finn added to this: “But alot of the material was about my learning to write the kind of show songs I wanted to write. So the show is about Marvin’s education, and mine.” Ira Wetizman has called it an “impressionistic portrait of Marvin.”

The Setting

A circle on the floor, an enormous Venetian blind painted blue, a wall through which ladies can disappear.

The Cast

Marvin
His wife
His high school sweetheart
His teacher, Miss Goldberg (who always wears sunglasses)

The Songs

Marvin’s Giddy Seizures - Marvin & the ladies

The first number, of course, introduces the main character, Marvin, and sets the tone for the rest of the show. Basically, it is establishing the baseline: Marvin at 14 years old (as mentioned by Finn). He’s a weird kid, who acts inappropriately, impulsively, and selfishly. He craves the attention of others, so he makes scenes by throwing tantrums or “fits” which are represented by giddy seizures. But it’s also important to note that this song is not a specific event or experience, it’s sort of an embodiment of how 14 year old Marv acts. All the ladies are on stage and singing, but they’re not really present in the action. Because there isn’t any real action.

How the Body Falls Apart - Ladies

Once Marvin is gone, they transition to his wife’s song by having the ladies sing this sort of… ambiguous declaration about life. I guess? There is again not really any action here. I mean… “things on which we most depend seem to fail us in the end” is sort of a resonant theme, I would say.

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保護者, 紅雀, 獣  (Protector, Red Sparrow, Beast)

Here is Koujaku’s quilt!  I’m really happy with how his quilt turned out, and I had a ton of fun picking fabric for it!  I designed Koujaku’s quilt with three blocks using the Snail Trail block pattern (it was supposed to represent his peony tattoo but oh well): one to represent his route within the game, and one each for his good and bad endings.  I intentionally picked fabrics so that each block would get progressively darker, because each end of the quilt is such an extreme.  All of the fabrics in this quilt are Asian-themed fabrics by Robert Kauffman, Red Rooster, Kona, and Timeless Treasures, except for the scissor-print in the back (it’s a Moda, which I’ll get to!).  I tried to stick with more traditional-looking fabrics, without going too modern because a. Koujaku is very traditional and b. he’s an old man! (sorry Koujaku, I say that with love! ^_^) The name of this quilt is written in Japanese Kanji on the front lower right corner of each block.  Before I really start rambling, I’ll start with the center block, as it’s really the focal point of the quilt. 

This block represents Koujaku’s main route in the game.  The Japanese Kanji written on this block is Koujaku’s name, which means “red sparrow”.  I used a mixture of light and darkish fabrics, because of Koujaku’s happiness at seeing Aoba again, but throughout his route having to face his tortured past and those responsible. I’m especially proud of the gold-print fabric and the bird-print fabric I found.  The gold print fabric is supposed to mirror the belt that Koujaku wears around his waist, and upon seeing the bird fabric I immediately thought “BENI!”. Also, you’ll notice that within this block, there are two fabrics used that are also used in the “good end” block, the prints are exactly the same, just the colors are different :D Now, depending on the choices you make for Aoba in Koujaku’s route, you end up with either: 

Koujaku’s good ending: I chose the name “protector” for this block because of how much Aoba means to Koujaku.  After Aoba saves Koujaku from the tattoos completely controlling him, Koujaku finally opens up to Aoba and he can begin to move forward.  As they build their life together, Koujaku will be fiercely protective of Aoba, and Aoba will be there every time Koujaku begins to doubt his worth as a human being because of his past, no longer having to suffer alone.  I wanted no darkness in this block, only bright and colorful fabrics, because Koujaku finally, for the first time in several years, has a real chance to find happiness and peace.  

Unless of course you’re like me and find BeastJaku incredibly sexy so you prefer: 

Koujaku’s bad ending: I immediately knew I wanted this block to be devoid of any brightness or happiness, because unfortunately both Aoba and Koujaku lose themselves in this ending, and both suffer (though Shiroba might believe otherwise).  However, when I saw the cherry-blossom print, I thought it fit oddly well with the rest of this block’s fabrics, even though it shines because of the gold.  In a way, this can kind of be interpreted as being fabric for Shiroba, because he loves this version of Koujaku.  The black and grey fabric is a Kona and the print is called “Good Fortune”, which I thought was a delightfully cruel twist for this block, as Koujaku’s bad ending is anything but good fortune.  To finish it off, I splattered red paint all over the block, as it tends to get a bit bloody in BeastJaku’s cell.  I gave serious thought to taking my scissors and actually carving a little bit into the block to make it look as if BeastJaku himself sliced into it , but I didn’t want to weaken the integrity of the stitches.

Finally, when I saw the Moda scissor-print, I immediately knew this was going to be the back fabric for this quilt!  Koujaku works as a hairdresser, so I thought this would complete the quilt nicely.  I know the scissors printed on the back are craft scissors and not hairdresser’s shears, but I still think it works, hehe!

This quilt has simple quilting lines, with one line going through each of the black strips surrounding the three blocks, again symbolizing the choice the player has to make throughout the game.  

I bought a ton of fabric to make this quilt, so I’m offering this one for sale! :D It measures 52.25 inches long by 18.25 inches wide (or 132.7 cm x 46.4 cm) If you would like to purchase this quilt, please send me a message.  

I would like to give a huge thanks to @lintmaster1989 for letting me pester her with progress pics of this quilt, in addition to helping me name it!  Also a huge thank you to @impulsive-temper, I used this beautiful fan art of yours to help with the color palette for each of the blocks.  Finally, I want to thank everybody in the DMMD fandom for liking and reblogging all my progress pictures of this quilt!  I really appreciate it!!!  

One more thing:  This is a super interesting post about Koujaku’s peony tattoo and it’s real-life application to Japanese yakuza.  Thank you @ayuuria for this awesome read!  It really helped me when designing this quilt!  

magicaleggplant  asked:

SORRY TO SUDDENLY BARGE INTO YOUR ASK WITH RANDOM QUESTIONS but i'm interested in watching rhythmic gymnastics in rio and was wondering where i could find a rundown on the gymnasts competing there? like, who to watch for and recommended routines, etc. i think i can figure out basic scoring stuff but i'd like to know more about the athletes! i've always thought RG was really cool but i know even less about it than AG, haha.

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I’m actually always excited about such questions! So here are the gymnasts of the 2016 Olympics (don’t know if you have time to watch all this, but RG routines are pretty short, so… =D):

INDIVIDUALS

Yana Kudryavtseva (Russia)

She’s the favourite to win gold. Basically, she’s been dominating the whole quad. Was not at her best this year after suffering a foot injury, but still managed to win almost everything when it mattered. Most known for her ball work (I, personally, like her clubs more though) and consistency. Also she’s quite a reserved gymnast, when it comes to expression.

Routines to watch (don’t know if you wanted to watch the ones from this year, since you’ll see them at the Olympics anyway, but I’ll put some just in case): ball 2013, clubs 2015, clubs 2016, ball 2016.

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kristinnal  asked:

I'll ask you a difficult question because I like to torment you.. MUWHAHAHA! I'm a bad fanclub president... TOP FIVE KOREAN RAPPERS! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh GO GO GO

WHY DO YOU HATE ME KRIS WHYYYYYYY some sagaeng you are… 

I feel like I have to write reasons for my choices… so this might be long… I just get so much inspiration from rappers…. 

1. Tablo 

Originally posted by huckleberryb

Not only was Tablo the first Korean Rapper I even gave a chance too… he’s the only rapper in general that didn’t make me want to run and hide. There’s a certain poetic nature that Tablo brings to his music, whether he’s working with Epik High, collaborations, or Show Me The Money, doesn’t matter- he always brings that articulate and philosophical understanding without being a know it all. I never get tired of his musicianship or his rhymes, #tabloforlife 

When I step past my door frame, I get dizzy
Because it’s the border to my comfort zone
The useless emotions that dirty my heart is covered with dust
If I get out of here, there’s death
Because I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness, I threw away my footsteps
I worry that I’ll become a pair of worn shoes
Because the world, time, people twistedly wear me
I forget. Like the heaps of newspapers and bills in front of my door,
Don’t leave the thoughts and demands of the world in front of me
This is my home - leave me alone
Just don’t come in here

- Home ft. Lee Sora 

2. MFBTY (Specifically Tasha) 

Originally posted by gomawosarang

Okay- so I have a bit of explaining here. Yes, MFBTY is composed of Bizzy, Tiger JK and Tasha… so why am I not talking about the whole group? Well… I kinda am, you see I think Tasha shines when she’s working with these guys, not that she didn’t make a name for herself as a solo artist but I just think that the inspiration and power behind her more recent work is due to her chemistry in MFBTY. She brings a strong female representation into the Khiphop world and she’s a house hold name for a reason, she’s not afraid to break stereotypes to produce the music she wants and it certainly pays off. 

Subliminal signs of whats to come but they don’t heed em
and the so called leaders that instead take your freedom
wolfs in sheep clothing they come in every size
ain’t no surprise you know the devil is a lie
oh yeah you iced up you got that nice chain
but how much could you really afford if you couldn’t say
half the shit you rap about censor what you read about
selected images install fear and self doubt
my people it’s time to wake up let’s do the right thing
we got to fight to keep what’s ours let freedom ring
cause where we’re headed to riches don’t mean shit
remember life ain’t what you get it’s what you make of it

- MFBTY (Tasha) Rebel Music 

3. G-Dragon 

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye

So I actually really hated GD at first. I could care less for BIGBANG and their larger than life image- that was until I was forced to watch his Shine A Light Tour- this man deserves all the respect he’s given, and then some. Not only is he a globe trotter, he’s probably the most humble guy in the music industry, and more talent in his pinky finger than half the artists that are plated on American radios today. I really grew to love GD when I finally gave his music a chance, looked up translations, saw that yes he write some cocky music, but it’s because he has every right too! He can take on the world one minute and then take you into the box where he hides all his intimate secrets the next- there’s so much mystery to him, and yet none at all. 

Yes I won’t pick on you looking at our old affection
I’ll just pretend you don’t exist on this world
If you like it then I like it, you can go to that guy
Then let’s see each other for the last time just once
Honey I’m sorry you have to give me a chance to apologize, right?
I’m a human too, don’t you think I would feel guilty?
My memories are vague, I can’t remember how you look like
I can’t continue feeling this uncomfortable
Let’s go somewhere where there are no people, 
it’s just that I want to be alone with you

- She’s Gone 

4. Zico 

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

Another one that suffers from G-Dragon syndrome- I HATED ZICO like for years I absolutely despised him! (This was like… 2010…) But then I gave his music a chance and actually listened to the fact that all he writes about is experience. He’s been given a world of hate for being an underground rapper turned idol- but the thing is, he can still compete with both groups so the attitude he gives off is really because he’s got it- the rhythm, the dedication, everything that goes into writing and producing, he’s mastered, and for the most part, on his own. 

I’ve spent the whole night up with my eyes closed leaving me so tired
My shadowed face, looks somewhat bright
I turn the light on but today it seems a bit dimmer
How could this be, even before I start anything
I always get in a tangled mess, like the knots in your hair
Embarrassing cries don’t match who I am
I just smile I guess, I’m a cool guy, the blood O type
I try to keep these meaningless thoughts out of my mind as I pull myself together
I meet up with you every night in my thoughts
But it doesn’t make me happy
With every page that is turned, we’re like a novel of impending tragedy

- Wake Me Up 

5. Rap Monster 

Originally posted by hyundaei

(Partly because I’m super biased, and partly because Suga hasn’t put out a mix tape yet…) Rap Mon was so new to me, and then I fell in love with BTS, and then I heard his mix tape, and even though I couldn’t understand the lyrics, I could almost feel what he was saying. There’s something about Namjoon that brings intimacy to rap, almost a story teller like Tablo, but almost as if he’s giving you the secrets between the lines. He’s wise beyond his years, even if he gives me more second hand embarrassment than I care to admit… 

Pulled in just one glass of soju and felt it
living is consecutively awareness and loneliness
whether you have many people around you or not
the little me inside myself was always lonely
why is there no opposite word of loneliness?
could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?
even if our surroundings are boisterous,
it’s necessary to seek a moment to be alone
yeah that’s a life
we live inside danger
through the reward that makes us able to see this beautiful world
flak jackets and streetlamps and sturdy cars
until the time that we die perfectly we can’t protect everything

- Life 

AHHHH I DEFINATLY HAVE LIKE 10 MORE I COULD ADD KRISS WHYYYY 

shealwaysreads  asked:

Ok so, having screamed in my tags and fangirled about your fics via message i have 2 prompts for you - pick either or both whichever you feel up for! ♔ for Stiles/Jackson with Stiles finding Jackson wearing something of his, ideally with this being the first clue of figuring out they're into each other? And/or ♖ with Stiles/Derek with either one getting their hair washed. I don't mind where you go with this one. Happy endings for both please because I'm mushy :)

Sleeping in My Bed. Jackson/Stiles. Any Age.

The business trip to Miami ended up lasting two weeks instead of one. Then, to top it off, Stiles’ flight was delayed. He’s actually not supposed to arrive until tomorrow afternoon based on the rebooking, but he managed to find two connections that got him home sooner. It’s ass o’clock in the morning when he finally gets back to San Francisco and pulls into the driveway of the house he shares with Scott, Danny, and Jackson. Well, it’s Jackson’s house, but he lets them live there for cheap. The lights are all off, and he notices that Jackson’s car is the only other one there. Scott is probably with Allison then, and he remembers Danny saying something during their last skype about spending the weekend with a new boyfriend. Despite being a werewolf, Jackson sleeps pretty deeply, so he doesn’t have to worry about being too quiet, at least.

It’s good to come home. While he loves the work he does for the FBI, even if it requires working closely with Rafe, he could do without all the travel. A lot of the time, he can telecommute since he does a lot of the cyber research, but sometimes he’s needed in the field so he can keep learning new skills and practice some of the behavioral analysis he learned in college. He still has a solid four to five years before he can try to transfer to a profiler position, which is his goal, so he’s got time to learn it all. This assignment had been pretty rough, anything with women or kids tends to bother him the most, but there were some good leads and it looks like an arrest is imminent, so all in good day’s work.

Still, he hopes it’s a while before his next out of town assignment. He stops by the kitchen after entering the house, making a quick PB&J sandwich and munching on it as he heads to his room. The last flight was too short for food, and he’s tired enough that he just napped during his layover instead of getting something to eat when he had the chance. He’s almost finished with it when he reaches his bedroom, which is good because he almost drops it when he sees that his door open.

Stiles cautiously steps into his room, chewing the last bite of his sandwich as he stares at his bed. What the hell is Jackson doing in his bed? He slides the strap of his bag off his shoulder and sets it on the desk before putting his suitcase down on the floor. This is definitely something new, and Stiles isn’t entirely sure how he’s supposed to handle the situation. They normally respect each other’s privacy in the house. With two werewolves and two humans, it’s only polite to set up some kinds of boundaries. Jackson’s crossed a line, though, by coming into his bedroom when he isn’t even in the state.

Hell, Jackson expects him back tomorrow afternoon. That’s probably why he’s here, thinking he’ll get away with sleeping in Stiles’ bed. Not that Stiles understands why he’d want to sleep in his bed. Stiles is too tired to deal with it yet, so he grabs a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before heading to take a shower. After he’s washed off airport smells and airplane filth, he walks barefoot back into his room. He goes to his bed and considers trying to wake Jackson up, and that’s when he notices that Jackson’s wearing his favorite Captain America shirt. It’s one of three shirts that he alternates as lounging around the house shirts.

It might have been a long couple of weeks, but Stiles isn’t so tired he can’t start putting different pieces together. Wearing his shirt, sleeping in his bed, holding his pillow. It’s surprising yet it also isn’t considering their relationship and how it’s changed over the years. Stiles figures Jackson missed his scent, and, in the morning, he’s going to have a nice long chat with him because, well, Stiles missed the obnoxious ass, too. He also really likes finding him wearing his shirt, which makes him feel slightly possessive, in a way. They’re too old for pining, though, and he wants to find out if Jackson wants to date him or just sniff him.

With that thought in mind, he gets into bed and wiggles closer to Jackson. He watches him breathing, noticing the moment his eyelids flutter and he starts to wake up. Blue eyes look at him, barely visible in the faint glow of the night light. Jackson starts to speak, but Stiles just puts his fingers against his full lips. “Tomorrow,” he whispers, moving his legs to tangle them with Jackson’s, tilting his head slightly in offering. Jackson leans in and inhales, arms moving around Stiles that pull him close and hold on tight. Stiles strokes his hair as they both go back to sleep.

do you believe in soulmates (because I'm yours and you're mine)

Also here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6211444

Clarke wakes up with a start, and doesn’t recognize her surroundings.

She’s in a room which looks nothing like the Ark or Polis or Mt Weather; the mattress is a bit lumpy, but soft, and the walls appear to be made of wood. Everything looks like old movies she’s watched once or twice on the Ark, and something in her head clicks.

Her name is Elyza Lex, she’s in USA, it’s the year 2014. She doesn’t have anyone left and she’s heading west.

There is something liberating about walking out the door with nothing but a backpack.

//

The universe has a sick sense of humor, she thinks, as she fights off several walkers. She just had to end up in yet another apocalyptic reality didn’t she? At least last time, she faced the consequences of the apocalypse; now, it’s the end of the world, and she’s right in the middle of it.

There are way too many of them, and she retreats, running inside an abandoned warehouse. Her hand grips her crossbow tightly. She hears shuffling followed by a scream, and she doesn’t hesitate before running towards the sound. Old habits die hard, she thinks.

It’s a walker cornering a girl. It’s always a walker cornering a girl. Elyza – she grew accustomed to her new self, and now it feels weird even thinking of herself as anything other than Elyza Lex – steadies her hand, points at the walker, and shoots. He jerks back and falls, and he doesn’t rise again.

The girl slides down the wall, breathing fast, and Elyza jogs up to her, hoping that she’s not bitten and oh God, it’s Lexa. Lexa is sliding down the wall, struggling to catch her breath, and oh God what is she wearing?

Elyza doesn’t even think as she falls to her knees, gathering Lexa in her arms and squeezing her, blue eyes disbelieving and wide.

“It’s okay,” she finds herself whispering. “You’re okay.”

//

Lexa has no idea who she is.

They run from the warehouse and find a house with tall, heavy gates; Elyza takes out five walkers that have been chilling casually in the yard, and they barricade themselves for the night.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa says as they finally sit down, savoring every sip of fresh water they found in a pantry. “I didn’t even get your name, and you saved my life today.”

Lexa has no idea who she is.

“Elyza,” she replies, and she swallows a bitter lump in her throat. “Lex. Elyza Lex.”

Lexa scrunches up her nose at that. It’s not something she’d ever do.

“No offense, but your name sounds really…” Elyza waits with baited breath while Lexa tries to find the right word. “…weird. Sorry. I suck at this. Socializing, I mean. I’m Alicia. Alicia Clark.”

Elyza feels like hollering and laughing and crying, because Alicia’s tongue clicks on a ‘k’ and rolls on an ‘r’ in just the right way and she doesn’t know if she can handle it.

Alicia is not Lexa. But Elyza isn’t Clarke, as well, not anymore.

Elyza nods and takes a swig from her bottle of water, wishing she had something stronger instead.

//

Alicia Clark is a bit of a brat.

She is every bit the sassy teen girl Lexa wasn’t, and Elyza has a hard time wrapping her head around it at first, but then it becomes clearer.

Alicia is everything Lexa could’ve been if she had a phone and no obligations to her people and, well, no ‘her’ people. She’s snarky and sassy and closed off, but she’s also kind-hearted and well-meaning and much too wise for her teenage years, which doesn’t surprise Elyza – she did live countless of lifetimes before. She still rolls her eyes the same and juts her chin up defiantly at just the right angle, and her eyes are still intelligent and careful. But Alicia is also lighter. She wears shorts and Converse shoes and she carries a backpack clutching to the straps with both hands like a little girl, and that lightness, that youthfulness about her is captivating, and it leaves Elyza breathless.

Alicia has a family here, in this world; a mother and a brother. She got separated from them, but she knows they were planning on heading north, to their extended family, and she hopes to find them there. Cellular connection is dead, just like landlines, so she can’t reach them. Hope is pretty much the only thing she has left. There is also her mother’s boyfriend who she doesn’t want to talk about. Elyza thinks it’s because she doesn’t like him; turns out it’s because Alicia is afraid he’s dead and she didn’t get a chance to tell him he’s actually not that bad and she’s glad he makes her mom happy. Elyza can relate to that. She, too, has plenty of missed opportunities and unspoken words, and she wishes nothing more than to fix it.

But Alicia doesn’t remember.

//

She’s staring, and she knows that she’s staring, and she can’t do anything about it but stare some more.

Alicia is practicing with a sword. She’s terrible with a gun, but in this universe, Elyza considers it a plus – using guns just might be the worst idea. Those things – the walkers – they are attracted to loud sounds like a moth to a flame. Firing a gun is equal to committing suicide. She still carries hers, though, just in case. She doesn’t want to think about what that case might be, but she’s not dramatic enough to have only two bullets in it. It’s always fully loaded.

So, Alicia is practicing with a sword, and it’s not a surprise to Elyza that the girl is a natural. She doesn’t twirl it, yet, but her hits are pointed and calculated, and her step is quick and balanced.

She’s so busy admiring Alicia’s form with a shiny sword she doesn’t notice the girl stopping and looking at her curiously.

“You’re staring.” Alicia isn’t shy about calling her out. She blinks.

“I’m sorry, I…” She’s lost. “I was… reminiscing.” You fought for peace and for justice and you fell down and for a split second, I thought I lost you, but I didn’t. I lost you in a way much more cruel and heatless, when I was least expecting it.

“What, seen a lot of girls fight with a sword?”

Yes, actually, but I remember you the most, and you don’t remember me at all.

“Not really, no.”

//

Things are going well.

Alicia masters the sword, and they progress quickly to their destination. Elyza finds out she can play ukulele, and nights are spent with her humming Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams and Landslide and her all-time favorite La Vie En Rose. Alicia scoffs at first, but begins to listen more and more, especially after her portable chargers die and she can’t use her phone anymore. She pouts for days after that, and Elyza finds it irresistibly cute. There is no one to text anymore, anyway; but Alicia is sad that her music – her awful pop music – is gone, so Elyza tries to hide her smile and cheer her up by playing her favorite songs. Now, their nights are Big Girls Don’t Cry and Night Moves and Alicia hums some other songs by heart. Elyza doesn’t know them, but her fingers pick the rhythm and find right chords, and together, her ukulele and Alicia’s voice sound pretty decent.

Lexa and Alicia merge, and while she still feels Lexa’s essence, Lexa’s soul inside this girl, she also senses Alicia’s own persona, and Elyza is as drawn to her just as Clarke was to the Commander.

Commander. The word slices through her heart, and it’s the first night in a long time when Alicia goes to sleep without Elyza gently strumming the ukulele strings.

//

They run out of water and Elyza suggests they raid a supermarket. Alicia doesn’t exactly object. She’s been practicing with a knife as well – Elyza has been teaching her – so now, armed with a knife and a sword and new fighting skills, she feels like she can take on the world. Elyza finds it endearing, and she smiles at her.

Alicia notices.

“You keep doing that,” she remarks, twirling her sword. It’s such a Lexa move, but Alicia manages to make it look cute, somehow; her face is fresh and clean of warpaint and her jacket’s sleeves are just a tad too long. When Alicia holds a sword in her firm grip, she’s not thinking of her people and peace and impossibly high stakes; she’s thinking of her mom and her big brother and she’s trying to pretend she’s not thinking of her mom’s boyfriend and his son. She just wants to make it alive, to see another day, and maybe find some gluten-free snacks along the way.

Elyza wants the same things, minus the gluten-free part. She just wants some goddamn chocolate.

Irony sucks, she decides; the world is crumbling around them, and yet they are finally free.

She realizes Alicia has asked her a question when the girl eyes her with her brow raised.

“Doint what?” She asks.

“Looking at me like you know me,” Alicia says after a brief pause.

“I do know you, Alicia Clark.” Elyza has learnt to say her last name without flinching.

“No, I mean, like we’ve met before, or something. Have we? I’m not good with faces.” Alicia shrugs, in that nonchalant teenage way of hers, and Elyza knows she should stop referring to everything she does as ‘teenage’, but she can’t help it. She’s still amazed that Lexa, the Commander of Thirteen Clans, the girl burdened by fate since she was a kid, is finally able to experience freedom from her obligations. Alicia doesn’t owe anyone shit, and it’s beautiful and liberating, and it’s even better that Elyza doesn’t owe anyone shit, either.

Maybe, someday just became now.

They get supplies and bash some walkers’ skulls in – Elyza started carrying a baseball bat with her because cracking rotten heads is one hell of an antidepressant. Alicia slices a walker’s head off and shouts a “that’s a twenty!” before she can stop herself, and Elyza can’t contain her laughter. She’s come up with a points system for killing walkers, just to make it more interesting, and Alicia rejected the idea, stating how it was ‘immoral’, ‘unethical’ and way worse than ‘kindergarten capitalism’. She still doesn’t get Alicia’s personal vendetta against Monopoly, by the way. Now, the girl is grimacing at her bloody sword and looking for a napkin to clean it and hardcore ignoring the fact that she has just succumbed to Elyza’s Hella Rad Walker Slayer game.

“Alright, cutie,” she chuckles. “You get twenty points. But I took down more than you did, so, even though a baseball bat to the head is only a ten, I still win.”

Alicia scowls like a bratty teenager she is, and Elyza revels in it.

//

Some things never really change. Alicia kisses her first, tentative and shy and curious, nothing like a calm, gentle confidence of the Commander. Elyza has learned not to flinch when thinking of that name, too.

Her lips are slightly chapped from wind and biting, but they still feel the same. It’s hard not to lose herself in the kiss; it’s even harder not to burst into tears. She thinks she does a good job at pretending everything’s fine.

When Alicia slowly distances herself from her and wordlessly hugs her, she realizes she sucks at pretending.

She’s afraid to fall asleep that night, clutching at Alicia and refusing to let go, because in that moment, the girl couldn’t be any more Lexa. She’s watching her with those big, sad eyes, and they’re greener than ever before, and Elyza really doesn’t want to cry, but she does anyway.

Alicia doesn’t mind. She holds her and shushes her and strokes her hair and rocks her slightly back and forth. And she might not have her tattoos or her forehead symbol or her tired, weary face, but she’s got her soul, and for now, that’s enough.

If she’s being frank with herself, that’s all she’ll ever need.

She’s exhausted, and she’s almost asleep when Alicia whispers to her. Almost. She’s almost asleep.

“Good night, Ambassador.”

Elyza’s eyes fly open.

Ok so.

I’ve read in a few fics the idea that Steve stress eats. Like, you’ll know when there’s something bugging him if all the 80% of the food in the tower disappears. And then there’s Steve huddled around an armful of snacks, glaring and guarding his hoard. He pouts with a mouthful of muffin as he argues “I don’t stress eat" despite looking like a rather protective and aggressive squirrel. The man burns through calories like a furnace on a good day, and he lived through a depression for goodness sake, so no one (not even Thor) wants to chance losing a hand by taking food from a super solider who’s eating his feelings.

But then, on the contrary, there’s Tony, who does the opposite. He loses his appetite completely when he’s stressed, doesn’t even think about eating (which is already a problem for him when he gets caught up in projects.)

Steve burns the excess calories off with extra hours in the gym (which is also a stress reliever), but Tony just keeps working through it until a bot forces a smoothie on him. It’s still not usually enough though, and the longer he’s stressed, the looser his shirts fit him. Pepper and Rhodey (and JARVIS) have been on him about it for ages, but there’s only so much they can do without living there with him (or having a corporeal body, in the AI’s case).

Then late late one night, Tony stumbles into the kitchen in search of more coffee and finds Steve there with his high carb hoard. Immediately, he blushes and glares, saying “I’m not stress eating” and Tony raises his hands defensively with “I didn’t say anything”.

Steve’s glare doesn’t let up, but he nods, and then notices that Tony is only bumming around the kitchen for coffee, not actual food, even though the man looks like he could stand an extra meal or three. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?” he asks, and Tony sits with his mug and shakes his head. He eyes Steve’s pile before half-smirking.

“Would there be anything left even if I was?”

The blush and glare grow deeper on Steve’s face, but there’s also a flare of shame and concern. He reaches into his pile and takes out a raspberry scone, then holds it out for Tony. The brunet just stares at it, blankly, and Steve just holds it closer.

“You need to eat, Tony.”
“I’m really not hungry.”
“I can hear your stomach from here.”
“It is a liar and a traitor.”

Steve’s right back to pouting again, “Look, come on, just, please?” He looks from the scone to the scientist mournfully. “I even picked the best one…”

Tony tries to keep down the chuckle that’s going to escape him at Cap’s whine and pitiful pout. "Are you sure you can give it up?” The pout increases but Steve stubbornly pushes the scone forward. Tony laughs lightly, “Alright, alright,” and takes it easily from the blond’s grip.

He thinks that Steve is going to take it back by how intently he’s staring at it, but Cap just frowns and says “Go on, eat it already.”

Tony slowly takes a nibble, and then a proper bite, and hot damn, Steve has good taste in snacks. His appetite finally starts creeping back as he swallows, and he holds onto the scone protectively, not wanting Steve to snatch back his prize.

But Tony’s surprised to see the pleased expression on his captain’s face, as is Steve himself. He looks a little mystified and is still blushing, before he digs into his pile again with enthusiasm and pushes a portion over. “Here, take these too.”

Tony wants to argue, really he does, but Steve just looks so damn pleased. He acquiesces and the two end up snacking together (with Steve’s pile still being quite considerably bigger than Tony’s), then actually talking about what’s been stressing them out.

The other Avengers start seeing Steve head down to Tony’s workshop with an armful of snacks and a determined look on his face. He then sits at a work table and pouts with his best puppy dog eyes until Tony gives in and sits with him to eat something. Chatting just comes naturally with that.

This, of course, leads to Steve making real meals, with proper vitamins and protein and everything, and taking them down to Tony (though he leaves plenty of leftovers in the fridge for the others) saying that “Thor looked like he was going to cry if I kept stealing all the pop tarts.”

And then Tony starts buying enough pizza for everyone once a week (and at least three boxes of Steve’s favourite) because “I’ll allow the introduction of vegetables into my life, Rogers, but I need some grease in my system.”

And they all begin eating together as a team and a family, though Steve always hunts Tony down with bags of chips in tow when he’s upset and JARVIS announces to Steve that there just so happens to be a fresh raspberry pie just delivered to the workshop for ‘no reason at all’ when Tony’s not at his best. The food always gets eaten (though still and unsurprisingly disproportionately), but they begin to realize that it’s not the food they’re seeking out when they’re stressed, but each other, and it’s been the best stress reliever yet.

(Well, until one time when Steve reaches over to wipe away a smear of raspberry jam at the corner of Tony’s mouth, and then follows it up with his own mouth. They then discover that stress relief can also be found on the workshop couch, or Steve’s bedroom wall, or the padded floor of the gym that one time when Clint interrupted by yelling "Oh god, now I’m deaf and blind!”)

So Steve stops hoarding and Tony’s shirts fit him right again, though if he ever shows up in the kitchen wearing one of Steve’s instead, big on him in a way that makes Steve preen and Tony grin, no one says anything.

College Roommates: Part 20

Character: Dean x Reader 
AuthorDean-imagine-reblogs
Word Count: 1500-ish
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape Y/H = Your Height O/H/C = Other Hair Colour Y/A=Your Age

A/N:  I know it’s late but here it is! Again, let me know what you think!

ALSO a lot of you have given me such lovely messages comments etc. I’m so sorry I haven’t replied yet… I’m a bit tired and thought you gals deserved the next part first, so I’ll respond to all your awesome message tomorrow!
Stay awesome sweethearts and enjoy!

Masterlist (including all parts of College Roommates)

Sam walked into the apartment. Dean seemed as surprised as you were.

“I got excepted into Stanford.” Sam said. You could see Dean look confused at the subject. “Great… so why are you here?” Smooth Dean, you thought to yourself.

“Great to see you too, Dean.” Sam said sarcastic as he turned to him. Dean sighed. “I mean, why are you here in the middle of the night?”

Sam was quiet but then you heard him sigh and raise his shoulders. “They were fighting again.” You saw Dean let a hand go over his face.

“They’re still fighting?” Dean asked. “No, dad went on a business trip and mom went to nan and granddads.” “Leaving you alone?” Dean asked again. “Yeah.” Sam answered, with a ‘obviously’ undertone to it.

“Well, dad was so pissed off that he froze my accounts.” Sam continued and he walked to the table, putting his bag there. “Why?” Dean raised his hands. “Because I got into Stanford?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“What, why is that a problem?” You asked, you couldn’t help it. “Ow hello.” Sam said surprised, realizing you were there as well. Dean didn’t answer instead Sam continued. “Sorry didn’t know you had company.” He said to Dean.

You laughed. “I’m not ‘company’ I’m his… roommate.” You said, you didn’t know what Dean wanted to tell his little brother, so you left that open.

You stood up and walked towards Sam. “Y/N.” You said, extending your hand. He took your hand and you could see a smile creep up his face. “I’m Sam.” You nodded and looked at Dean who was clearly still frustrated. You couldn’t blame him, it’s been an long and eventful day.

“C’mon have a seat, want something to drink?” You said to Sam as you gestured to the couch. The guys sat down as you got some drinks and sat down next to Dean again.

“So you got into Stanford? That’s pretty cool but aren’t you a bit young.” You said. “Told you he was a nerd like you.” Dean said mumbling as he took a sip of his drink.

You shook your head as Sam rolled his eyes and he answered to you. “Yeah.” And taking a sip of his drink, smiling.

“Well I’m planning to go.” Sam said, directed to Dean “And he still wants you to go to Yale?” Dean asked. “Yes” Sam answered with a sigh. “Son of a bitch.” Dean put down his cup.

It stayed quiet for a bit. “And what about your accounts?” Dean asked. “Well like I said, he froze my accounts so I don’t have any money and mom said she was going to nan and granddads for at least a week to ‘cool down’.” Sam answered.

“So yeah, I’m cool with staying home alone in that boring big place but no money and I couldn’t reach mom so.” “So you decided to come here? You could’ve just called.” Dean said annoyed.

“Well it didn’t go as planned, I was supposed to be here this afternoon but the bus I was traveling with got a flat tire-” “Bus?” Dean cut him off. “Yeah, dad took all the car keys with him and I haven’t figured out how to hack those new cars yet.”

“Unbelievable and you couldn’t call?!” Dean said angry, which got Sam angry. “I tried you jerk but you weren’t picking up!” Dean sighed again.

There was obviously something going on with Dean’s family which you had no clue off.  You didn’t want to bribe or hear Dean out now, you believed Dean would tell you in time. Just not after everything that happened today. The two of you hadn’t even labeled the relationship you were having. Even though you were pretty sure you two now were boyfriend-girlfriend, neither of you had said it out loud.

Also it was getting late so you saw this as your chance to intervene, giving the guys a chance to talk alone. “Well, I’m sorry but I’m off to bed.” You said, supporting your hand on Dean’s knee as you got up. “Try not to stay up all night. Goodnight guys.” “Night.” You heard Sam say.

You nearly reached your bedroom door when you felt a hand on your lower back. You stopped and looked over your shoulder.

Dean stood behind you and gave you a kiss. “Why don’t you go there. I’ll be there in a minute.” He said and you felt his hand on you lower back pushing you towards his room. “Okay if Sam’s sleeps in your room tonight?” He asked.

You couldn’t find a reason not, so you nodded and leaned in for one last kiss before entering and closing his door.

*Dean’s pov*

Y/N went into my room and I sighed. I turned back to Sammy and sat down again.

Of course he had this annoying teasing… face on his face. “C’mon, spill it.” I sighed. Sam just smirked. “No nothing.” He said, I took a sip of my drink. “So that’s Y/N?” He asked teasingly.

Even though I know he was trying to tease me, I couldn’t get angry. Instead I could just feel a smile creep up my face. “Yeah, that’s her.” “So?” “So what?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. 

“Did you confess?” He whispered, not wanting Y/N to hear it. Told you he was a smart kid.

Besides that, I might have talked a bit to much about her when I got home last summer break? Sammy seemed happy for me even though me and Y/N didn’t have anything at the time. I didn’t tell mom but I know she noticed something and and dad just didn’t notice or care.

Anyway, Sammy doesn’t know about Martinez. Which is good because the kid doesn’t need to know everything.

“Yeah, about two seconds before you knocked.” I whispered back. “And?” He whispered back a bit to loud. I couldn’t hide the smile as I stared at my drink and shrugged my shoulders. I could feel Sam push me in the arm.

“Who would of thought she’d actually go for my loser brother.” Sam said teasingly but I didn’t care that he called me a loser.

I haven’t had the chance to let it sink in. Tonight went by so quickly. I couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up again. “She told me, Sam.” Sam looked a bit confused. “Told you what?” “She actually loves me back.” I answered and let my hand glide over my face. “God, I swear. Hearing her say that is just so different compared to anyone else who’s said it to me. I don-” I didn’t know what to say. I never believed in that butterfly crap, I truly believed it to be bullshit but with her. She could just give me that good/weird feeling in the stomach and I just- sigh. I don’t know. It’s just awesome.

“I’ve got to admit you do seem a bit like a different, chick flick, kind of guy now.” Sam chuckled. I shook my head and threw a pillow at him. “Bitch.” Sam just laughed.

I then thought again why Sam was actually here but I’m tired. “Okay, I’m going to bed as well. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.” Sam nodded.

“C’mon.” I said, as I stood up and walked to Y/N’s room telling Sam to crash here. “You two had a fight?” Sam asked as he walked into the room.

Y/N’s book were still scattered over the floor. I didn’t answer Sam, not feeling like explaining now and just picked up the book and put them on her desk. Telling Sam goodnight.

When I walked into my room, the lamp at the night stand was on. Y/N seemed fast asleep, wearing one of my shirts. Great another clothing thief, I thought sarcastically.

I undressed as well and finally got into bed and turned off the light. I rolled to my side, facing her back and wanted to get closer to Y/N but instead she turned around in her sleep and her arm hugging me closer and her face buried against my chest. I could hear her let out a content sigh.

I wrapped my arms around her as well, kissing her on top of her head.

After all that we’ve been through I can’t believe we still ended up like this. Even after all this, this is definitely one of the best nights I’ve ever had.

Part 21?

I'm Not Leaving You Alone (Sam Wilkinson Smut)

Sam Wilkinson smut (yikes this is my first actual smut so bare (; with me)

I was putting on the final touches to the outfit I was wearing for the party at the Jack’s apartment tonight. I had my hottest red dress that clung to every inch of my curves. My black heels toning my long legs and my hair perfectly curled into its best waves. “There that should do it.“ I quietly said as I was finishing my red lipstick in the mirror of my bathroom.

I walked out into my bedroom and looked into my full length mirror admiring how great I looked. It’s not often I feel this great about myself and so I decided to take a picture to capture the moment. I took a quick mirror picture on snapchat and sent it to my boyfriend of 4 years, Sam. He was already at the Jack’s apartment because he had just gotten back from tour and decided to help them out with drinks and the house before the mess that was going to happen to the place, also known as “the boys”.

I saw he read it and I had already gotten one back. (picture). He called me immediately, my heart started pumping really fast. Even though obviously we have known each other for so long, I still got those butterflies every single time.

I answered after the second ring, not even letting me answer Sammy said: “What the hell do you think you’re doing wearing that?” He sounded angry or frustrated. He was always the dominating and controlling type. But to be completely honest, I loved every second of it, he knew I did.

I-I I thought it looked good. Doesn’t it l-look good baby?” I felt a little flustered and my cheeks were burning up. 

"What did you just call me?” He stated questioningly.

Doesn’t it look good Daddy?” I smirked through the phone knowing that he was gonna be weak in the knees as soon as he saw me in this outfit. The thought of it alone was enough to turn me on.

What do you think you’re doing baby girl?” He asked. “I- uh I I” I stuttered out.

This is what Daddy wants you to do, take off those panties that I’m sure are soaked right now, leave them on the bed for later-” I interjected quickly “What am I supposed to wear to the party?” immediately regretting what I had just said, I gasped a little. “Like I said, leave them on the bed, get to the apartment. Now.” He demanded and quickly hung up. I’m in for something. God, I can only imagine.  

I grabbed my keys from the counter and ran out to the car as fast as I could. The drive to the Jack’s was about ten minutes, so I had ten minutes alone with my thoughts to contain myself. My mind was racing in a million different directions. As happy as I am to see him, these past two months away from him have taken a toll on our sex life, or rather lack of a sex life. I was already half way there when I started thinking about all the things Sam was going to do to me. Knowing I would also be punished, which the thought of being spanked by Sam just made me even more wet than I already was.

I pulled into the driveway and parked. I grabbed my phone and keys and threw them in the clutch I brought with me. I took a deep breath and got out of the car and walked up to the door. Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened and there stood my loving yet incredibly sexy boyfriend Sam. I had a mixed wave of emotions come over me, overjoyed to see him yet completely turned on because I already knew how much he wanted to punish me right then and there. 

I looked down at my shoes and fiddled with my fingers, not knowing what to do with myself. His eyes softened after he realized I didn’t know what to do and he pulled me into a tight embrace lifting me off my feet. He put me back down and grabbed my face in his two hands and attacked my lips with his in a feverish manner. Completely shocked, I started kissing back as he moved his tongue along mine and dominated my mouth.

He pulled away and hugged me tightly again, this time whispering in my ear, “I missed you so much baby but you know what I missed the most? Punishing my baby girl for being so naughty.” His breath was hot along my neck and his hands traveled down to my ass as he squeezed it tightly for a moment. I gasped at his touch and just then I saw the Jack’s walk up behind Sam and I. I whispered back, “Looks like you’ll just have to wait.” 

I pushed away and walked up to the Jack’s to say hi and ask them about tour and how everything went. I knew that this would just make Sam more frustrated but for some reason, I wanted him to be heated by the time we got the chance to get in bed together. 

-2 hours later at the party-

Sam has been giving me the look of pure lust the entire party. We weren’t with each at the moment; he was with Nash and Matt on one side of the room by the drinks and I was with the Jack’s just catching up on the couch. 

You know Sam hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you the whole night,” Johnson told me matter-of-factly. I looked over at Sam on the other side of the room and he caught my eye and just smirked at me. He blinked and winked once and looked away. Our sign to each other in case we’re ever too far away. 

what the fuck was that??” Gilinsky asked me. 

It’s just a thing…” I said chuckling. I saw him walking over to us. I looked back and Johnson pretending I didn’t see him and started making small talk with him. He walked up to me and held his hand out. 

You ready baby?” He asked me. 

Well I was just talking to Jack, can’t I finish this conversation honey?” I said looking at him innocently. I know he’s gonna hate this. 

It’s alright, glad you guys could make it. Thanks man.” Him and Sammy did their stupid hand shake thing and Johnson walked away. Saddened that he had already walked away, Sammy came up closer to me and snaked his arm around my waist. He leaned in closer to me to whisper into my ear, “I don’t think you’re ready baby girl.” He breathed onto my neck and kissed right below my ear, knowing I would soon be putty in his hands.

We walked out together and he hopped into the driver’s side while I walked around the car and slide into the backseat. “What the hell are you doing?” Sammy turned around to face me as soon as he turned the car on. The backseat of our range rover was big and I made sure to use up the space wisely. 

Nothing baby don’t worry.” I seductively said as I spread my legs open exposing my bare heat. His eyes widened and I heard him gulp. He turned back around and started to pull out. But not before he could say “You’ll regret that baby girl” I felt my heart pounding but no way was I going to retreat now. 

The entirety of the ride home consisted of my subtle moans in the backseat and Sammy tensing up and constantly looking in the rear view mirror. Every time I would catch him trying to look at me, my moans only got louder. I looked at him in the eyes and moaned his name. At this point, there was no going back and I knew I was in for it as soon as we pulled into the driveway. 

Not long after, he parked the car in our garage and got out faster than I could even think. He went to the back and opened the door. “Get out now.” He demanded. I slid to the side where Sammy had the door open and hopped to my feet. I grabbed his bulge as I said “Well Daddy, looks like it isn’t just one of us that’s a little frustrated..” 

I quickly dodged his attempt to wrap his arms around me and I took off sprinting to the room. I shut the door and stripped till I was bare. I made sure to be in his favorite position, laying flat on my back on the bed, and I heard the door open not long after I had finished getting in bed. 

Well, I’m glad you knew what to do. And I see your panties are still here baby. Good job.” He said as he entered the room. I didn’t dare look up from my position, knowing how much trouble I would already be in for the outfit I was wearing, and not to mention the stunt I pulled in the car. I’m wet just at the thought of it all. 

Baby I’m gonna need you to sit up right now.” He said as he was unbuckling his belt. I sat up slowly, still trying to control my breathing. He was already shirtless and now he only had his pants on. I sat in the middle of the bed and just waiting for further instructions. 

Baby, look at me in the eyes.” He said to me as He climbed on the bed in front of me. I looked up at him through my thick lashes and stared at his beautiful hazel eyes. The pupils were dilated slightly and his eyes a darker shade of their normal green-brown. He still looked just as perfect, if not more so now. 

Now, tell Daddy what his naughty little girl did today.” He told me as he lifted my chin with his finger. 

I-I I wore the dress that you liked and I touched myself without your permission.” I managed to get out

Are you forgetting something?” He said to me expectantly.

I’m sorry Daddy.” I said to him smirking. 

Now you know you’re gonna be punished right baby?” He told me, I just nodded. “Good girl." He said. 

He laid me back as he was kissing me. His tongue completely invading my mouth as his hands were roaming my body. This doesn’t exactly feel like a punishment, but I didn’t dare to say anything. His hands reach my heat and he starts rubbing circles into my clit. I let out soft moans into his mouth as I feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge. Then he just stops. 

I look at him bewildered. He had the most evil smirk on his face and he just went back to work, and just as I was about to go over the edge, he would stop. This continued four more times. 

Daddy, please, don’t stop” I moaned to him. Profanities spewing from my mouth. "You wanna come baby girl?” He asked me as he was panting. A sheer layer of sweat covering his bare body. 

Yes Daddy please! I’ve been good I swear!” I managed to get out. I was a moaning mess underneath him. He wasn’t holding anything back as he was thrusting his fingers into me and his tongue going to work on my clit. “Come for me babygirl" He seductively whispered into me. In that moment he went back down and his tongue plunged into me, better than he has ever done. That was enough to bring me over the edge as I began moaning out every profanity under the sun. He finished his work and came up to my face and forcefully kissed my lips, lifting my face into his to deepen the kiss. 

"I love you baby, but don’t be such a naughty girl, not in public at least.” He whispered to me. 

“I know, I love you Daddy."  I seductively whispered to him. 

"Don’t start anything right now babe, you know what that does to me." He said as he pushed the covers over our bare bodies. 

We cuddled into each other. Just as I was falling into a deep sleep, he kissed my forehead and whispered “I missed you so much my princess” I smiled happily and drifted off to sleep with my love. 

ok so i know the ending seems rushed (this was my first smut yikes) but i’ve been working on this all day trying to think of what to come up with. but my sammy feels were thru da roof. (inspired by that beautiful picture) hope it was good. and i always take requests :) xx

its-the-thieving-magpie  asked:

Hi! Can I ask, what keeps you optimistic about destiel in general and the possibility of it going canon? I've seen so many metas both supportive of it and deconstructing it. A lot of them are equally convincing, and i was wondering what helps you stay positive? And what have you seen this season so far that most strengthens the overall destiel arc and theme and makes you optimistic about future canon dean/cas?

I’ve had this question a while and I’ve thought about it for longer.  The truth is… I’m not sure I can answer it the way you would like.  The reason is so complex that I would have to sit here and write for hours and hours to properly answer and cover every “but what about X?” and every “but Y said this”.  The answer and reasoning would be longer than any meta I’ve ever written and I’ve already covered so many variables in anon asks or meta that I no longer know what to say.  Still, I will try.

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An Unconventional Planner.

This is inspired by strawberrypatty’s post, which made me giggle so much I couldn’t help but write something (loosely) inspired by it.

Molly tucked her feet under her legs and took a sip from the mug of tea in her hand as she took a gaze around the living room of 221b.

Ever since the night where she had said “yes” to Sherlock’s proposal, it had evolved from a place to sit and read a good book whilst Toby stayed curled up beside her to something more resembling a war room. Only it wasn’t battle regiments being discussed, but what type of serviettes would go best with silver cutlery.

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anonymous asked:

OCs? :3

Ah kay, I apologize beforehand, but this is gonna be a long post.  I kinda went a little crazy here, so if you’re interested in a lot of images/characters and their backstories/a dumb animatic, read below.


These are Hyper and her two friends Tyrome and Simon.  These characters are from a world I’ve been developing for years now, with a title I never been able to come up with, so I’m just gonna settle with “HyperChronic”.  Boo.  I made a LOOOOOOOOT of characters for this story…. so I just drew the three here (had to tweak the boys designs anyway)

Hyper is essentially… well, a mistake.  Sure she was created because she was next in line to become the universes newest protector (*cough*sacrifice*cough)... but her parents never actually wanted a child in the first place; she just “popped” into existence.  She also doesn’t know “how to human”, since she wasn’t born OR raised the normal way (she’s genderless, but prefers to be referred to as a female).  Her personality… is pretty much dead?  Kinda doesn’t have one, and wasn’t allowed to develop one, due to her circumstances and literally not having a conscious.  So while she’s trying to figure out who she is, and what happened to the rest of her race; she also has quirky adventures with her friends and fights crime indifferently.  Cause she really could care less.

Tyrome… not much to be said about him.  He’s the school jock, his girlfriend is one of the most popular girls in school, and he’s loved (and feared) by everyone.  However, Hyper and him clash in the beginning… due to his crippling racism towards her extinct kind.  Hyper, having no clue what racism is, and having most hatred fly over her head, doesn’t let it bother her and considers Tyrome one of her closest friends.  Which ticks him off even more.  He’s easily angered (which is a common trait found among his race), secretly loves her little sisters dolls (Penny, who by the way,  uses that information to blackmail him at any possible moment)… wait didn’t I get aske-

oh… yes, Tyrome, is definitely that person.  Uses dolls as an outlet… a very calm outlet to relax after a long rage-inducing day.

Simon is a little nerd.  Sucks at school, but loves to tinker with things at home.  He just looks at items and knows how to put them together…. Mostly to make really annoying “weapons”.  He’s also the kind of guy to know all of the most useless trivia on the planet.  It doesn’t help him at all, but he likes to increase his useless encyclopedia of knowledge.  That’s Simon.  His best friend is Tyrome, and they both surprisingly make a great team (since Tyrome does better at school than him, he helps him with his tinker projects). He also has the biggest crush on Hyper.  He of course, sends the most obvious hints to her, but again.  It flies over her head.  


These are few OC’s I created for another story called “The Orange Clipboard”.  Currently what I’m TRYING TO WORK ON, BUT FAILING MISERABLY.

Meagan (the girl in the middle) and Conrad (the boy on the far right) (… I wrote some descriptions of them way back in the day.  The story changed slightly, but is essentially the same.  Click here to read their backstories.

Meagan is fierce and headstrong.  Dare I say… “determined”?  She doesn’t let anything stop her from getting what she wants… thankfully she’s in possession of a “magical clipboard” to help her out with that.

Conrad is a very protective and cautious person.  He doesn’t want the people he cares about to get hurt, and despite his fear of getting himself hurt, he will do his absolute best to help those in need.

Annabele (the girl on the far left) is a princess or a distant alien planet.  She was next in line to become queen but her sister wanted control so she cursed and banished her to float in space for eternity.  She can’t talk, but despite that, it doesn’t deter her from trying to lead.

Daniel (man closest to the left, in the back) is Meagans lost older bother.  He’s a treasure hunter; he loves adventures and is always searching for a new land to discover.  His curiosity unfortunately lands him into slavery on a far out alien planet… and he has no chance of getting back home on his own… That doesn’t stop him from trying though. 

Elaine (woman closest to the right, in the back) is Conrads mother.  She’s a kind, calm soul; but most nights she spends her free time crying herself to sleep due to the abuse she endures.  She did her best to try and give Conrad the best life she could.  She really did.  It’s a shame that her husband had gotten himself involved with these strange men who changed their life for the worse.  Even though she could die at any moment… she just hopes her son will be ok.

H3r0 (… who else could that be) is a drawing brought to life, created by Meagan using the Clipboard; where his sole purpose is to help Meagan and Conrad save their family.   He’s a very playful machine, who mimics the personality of Meagan, although slightly more subdued.  He serves as a protector and space ship and helps them travel throughout the galaxy.


There’s not many characters in this story (titled “EmiLee”).  Emily is basically the only human and everyone else are monsters.

Emily is an anxiety riddled insomniac who has no friends and lives alone in some apartment where the only contact on her phone is her mom.  She rarely goes to sleep, so the one day she does, she appears in a world where everyone is out to kill and eat her.  She is forced to work together with Lee to go back home (or “wake up”)… but it kinda sucks that he wants to eat her too.

Leonardo is a shape shifting specter who transforms into the form of his prey, tricks them into submission and consumes them.  He even feeds on his own kind.  He is sly, cunning, and very vERY evil. He is sucked into this world to be used as game piece for Meljaro, for a twisted survival experiment of theirs.  It’s not his first time being in this realm, and is about to get the whole thing over with; until Meljarho chains him to a mortal human, and is told to go against his primal instincts and actually help her get to the end alive… or he dies.

Meljarho is… uh.  Not sure what it is.  It’s a floating mouth that wears a gaudy hat.  I… what the fu…. where are its eyes?  Um.

… Well, they collect monsters from planets across the galaxy and pit them together in a realm that they created.  Watching monsters rip each other apart is something to pass the time I guess?  Meljarho decides to throw a human into the mix, just for shiz and giggles.  And hey!  Why not pair the human and Leo!

Oh, he’s finally going to be rid of that specter. 


Ellyn is from a story called “Above the Waterfall”… or something like that.  The title is not concrete.  This is my most recent story, and it’s not fully developed.  So far she’s the only character I have designed for this story, but hopefully that’ll change soon.  Ellyn is a stubborn woman, who cannot accept the life that her people are living.  They live in a barren wasteland at the bottom of a humongous waterfall, where they live in famine, poverty and disease; meanwhile, the people up top live in the lap of luxury day in a day out.  The people down below aren’t allowed up top.  It’s not their place.  It’s not the way things are.

..How ‘bout no? 

(All these stories take place in the same universe)

DH - Chapter 7 - The Will of Albus Dumbledore

  • I thought this picture was much smaller than it was and thought about replacing it, but I thought what the heck it’s Hinny week. :)
  • I’m glad Ron thought to tell Harry he was muttering in his sleep. If my best friend was muttering “Gregorovitch” I would have thought they were saying random sounds. Even if they were repeating the same sounds again and again. Sleeping’s weird I wouldn’t have thought anything of it.
  • I love that Ron knows his Quidditch team so thoroughly and who has the worst stats. /// “No, I’m definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch.” -Harry “I try not to either…” -Ron /// Ron’s amazing okay.
  • Okay so Voldemort just so happens to lose focus on trying to not let Harry in on such an important matter on Harry’s 17th birthday??? I don’t think so. I think Voldemort is not just desperately searching to figure out the wand problem, but in a full out panic. Harry’s 17 and he’s now lost his advantage. 
  • “Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron’s possessions flying around the room… and purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron’s Chudley Cannons posters bright blue.” /// Nerd. Also, Ron never complains, which is adorable to me for some reason. He just makes a tiny joke about Harry’s fly being down. Get a load of these buddies. :’)
  • Gred and Forge gave Ron a copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches first and I wonder if they did it with kind hearts after hearing about Ron’s romance struggles. Like they gave him a book with all good advice and not just embarrassing things (well to receive from your jokster brothers). I think this was a genuine gesture and that’s cute. 
  • This darn watch scene never fails to make me cry. Mamma Weasley you are amazing and Harry, dear child, you are loved. :”) Also, the watched belonged to Fabian before. I think it’s fun to remember the exact brother. Imagine the Prewett twins being cool uncles Harry got to meet, 
  • I am almost delightedly angry (I’m surprised the emotion exists) every time I think of a magical razor and I don’t know why. Like I guess it’s either a shaving charm or do it by hand thing in my mind. I hate the idea of a magicked razor. Like why do that? It looks both incredibly silly and stupid in my mind. I don’t know why I have such strong feelings towards this. lol
  • “Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.” /// Here we go!
  • Her room is on the first floor & 1. This probably helped immensely when she snuck out at 6 years-old to fly. 2. The tent’s roof comes up to her bedroom window. 
  • “She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.” /// This melts me oh my gosh. How beautiful! Also great with the next thing Harry says “Nice view” [referencing the freaking tent blocking most of the view atm].
  • “She ignored him [about the nice view comment]. He could not blame her.” /// giggling! 
  • Ginny’s probably still going over what Harry and her talked about the last time they were alone and really in pain inside and trying to think of what to give Harry for his birthday and trying to stay positive. I think that has a lot to do with the slow progression of conversation here. I think she’s trying to control herself, because normally they wouldn’t have this much stiffness communicating. 
  • I need to know how long this kiss lasted.
  • I’m glad Ron wants to protect his baby sister, but running into her room was terrible form. But I do love that he talks to Harry after. 
  • Ginny finally starts to cry and Harry just wants to comfort her but can, and I’m just brokenhearted for this girl. She just wants him so badly and freaking Voldemort gets in her way and then her brother in a small way does today too. She had one last chance to have control. This was her chance to end things on her own terms, but she wasn’t able to. Like I just wanted her to get to finish making out and then do some quick I-know-we-can’t-do-this-right-now-but-I-want-us flirting. Why can’t that just be how this happens for her??? U suck Voldemort and ur timing sucks Ron.
  • Harry and Ron keep pace with each other as they speed walk outside and Hermione is basically running. lol What a tall brotp I have.
  • “’She’s not an idiot, she knows it can’t happen, she’s not expecting us to – to end up married, or–’ As he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry’s mind of Ginny in a white dress, marrying a tall, faceless, and unpleasant stranger. In one spiraling moment it seemed to hit him: Her future was free and unencumbered, whereas his… he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead.” /// 1. Ginny makes his daydreams go out of control. this picture was described as “vivid”. 2. My heart aches for Harry bc of Voldemort. 3. Why so angsty??? 4. I wonder if anyone saw the Trio go outside and have a heated fight. I wonder what they thought it was about. 5. I wonder if Ginny is talking about any of this with anyone. I doubt she would want to talk to Hermione, the girl who is sharing her room right now, actually. 6. This little fight here between Ron and Harry, while thinking about the one that made Ron leave, makes me surprisingly happy. Like they seem so young and free here in comparison to the oppressive tent they will soon all share under a lot of stress.
  • How did I ever miss this: “Although Lupin smiled as he shook Harry’s hand, Harry thought he looked rather unhappy. It was all very odd; Tonks, beside him, looked simply radiant.” /// This was the day they learned Tonks was pregnant isn’t it? 
  • Sweet, underdeveloped Charlie. 
  • wearywanderer​ I know you’re ready like I am for Harry and Scrimgeour to talk again haha. Let’s do this!
  • I just now realized that the will was presented to Harry on his birthday like a gift how cute of the rude Minister. 
  • Mr. Weasley has his own sagging armchair! How actually cute. :)
  • “Harry shrugged. Hermione, however, answered: Harry thought that answering questions correctly was such a deeply ingrained habit she could not suppress the urge.” /// Actual siblings.
  • “It occurs to me that Dumbledore, who had prodigious magical skill, whatever his other faults…” /// omg Scrimgeour he’s already dead you don’t need to be actively bitter anymore.
  • I 100% believe that Dumbledore leaving the sword in the will was a message and not something that he thought that the Ministry would actually give Harry.
  • “It belongs to Harry! It chose him, he was the one who found it, it came to him out of the Sorting Hat–” -Hermione /// Actual older sister Hermione. This is how older sisters sound when defending their little siblings.
  • Here he goes shutting Scrimgeour down!
  • “It’s time you learned some respect.” -S. “It’s time you earned it.” -Harry /// THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!! I hope people read this and learned a great lesson about leadership. Only allow the leadership in your life that you respect. Like follow laws too, so long as they are right, but private leaders in your life make sure you respect them AND they respect you.
  • It’s funny because Scrimgeour insinuates that Harry wears his scar like a crown though Harry doesn’t, however, Harry does use the I must not tell lies. scar like a weapon goodness! Twice he whips that out to discredit the Ministry to Scrimgeour’s face. It’s amazing!
  • I open at the close.

ardenkai  asked:

Ok Jugband got another one if you want..."Enamor Me" it can be about Valentine's Day. I won't bother you again. 🙊😊

Ah Ardenkai, I suck at romantic scenarios. I am THAT person who you would not want as your girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. Seriously. 

It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, as you are promptly reminded by a lovesick Chloe, and you’re stuck in the vicious cycle of ‘Do I get my girlfriend a gift?’. You’re sure Holly isn’t going to feel bad even if you do completely disregard the whole occasion and spent it watching reruns while eating take-out, but you decide that your girlfriend most certainly deserves something. At the end, you decide to not go over the top with the ‘romance’ theme, and decide to get her a gift.

Now you’re stuck in the next cycle of what to get your girlfriend. And you have no one left to ask for gift advice other than Chloe and Traci. The two of them agree that you should get Holly something she wouldn’t buy for herself, normally. And you have no idea what that is. Your girlfriend has everything she could possibly want - and you’re back to square one - wondering if the occasion needs to be celebrated at all.

After hours of roaming around scores of stores, and deciding against the giant stuffed bear, you decide on a gift. You have no idea if your girlfriend will like it or not - but it’s certainly something you know Holly would never get for herself.

It’s pretty late by the time you get home, and your girlfriend is already asleep in bed when you find her. Seeing that it’s only ten minutes till midnight, you let her sleep till you wake her. You know you’re it’s supposed to be a mushy, romantic event - but you don’t want all that. You know Holly loves you - she knows you love her. That should do. You don’t want to actually succumb to tradition here, at the same time - you know if anyone you’ve dated deserved a special day - it’s Holly. So, at midnight you give her a kiss on the cheek and wake her up. She grins that sleepy smile at you, and you can feel yourself turning to mush. Except now you’re even more worried if she’d like the gift.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Lunchbox.’ you smile, giving her a hard, passionate kiss as she sits up.

'Happy Valentine’s Day.’ she whispers back in your ear, and you love it when she does that. Gathering all your courage, you bring the little gift-wrapped box to her notice.

'I hope you like it.’ you say back, already wishing you hadn’t given it to her.

She’s genuinely surprised as you hand her the gift, and a part of you truly hopes she likes it. You wait with bated breath as Holly slowly opens the box, forgetting how anxious it can be when someone opens a gift you’ve given them. Holly gasps in surprise as she sees the gift, and you’re already apologizing.

'I’m sorry if you don’t like it I’ll take it -’ you don’t really finish that sentence as Holly’s kissing you again, and you finally decide you’ve done well.

'Shut up Gail, I LOVE it!’ Holly exclaims, taking the watch out of the box and wearing it, grinning like an excited kid. It’s a silver one, with an engraved strap. You can’t help but join in her joy, feeling elated at having gotten your girlfriend a gift she liked.

'You do?’

'I do. Thank you.’ she says with a smile and starts kissing you again, wiring you up for a long, passionate night.

The next morning, you wake up with a silly smile on your face, with your girlfriend in your arms. She’s still wearing the watch; she wore it all night, though she wasn’t quite dressed in any other way. You’re smiling as you see her sleeping face till a thought strikes you.

Where’s my gift?

Immediately you’re wondering if Holly got you a present, and you’re excited. Of course she got you a gift. She’s the best ever. In a few minutes Holly wakes up and gives you a little kiss before getting up to get ready for the day. It may be Valentine’s Day, but you both have still got to work.

You’re ready downstairs shoving toast in your mouth when Holly comes down for her cup of coffee.

'Did you get me anything?’ you ask, and you immediately bite your tongue at that. You’re not supposed to ask for gifts. You’re supposed to receive them.

Holly turns around to look at you in surprise, and your hopes sink a little.

’ I didn’t know you wanted a gift.’ she replies and your hopes are dashed. You had been hoping against hope that you’d get a gift, but there’s no chance of that at all. You’re sure you face gives away your disappointment because the next minute she’s holding your hand and sitting next to you.

'I’m sorry Gail, I thought you didn’t like occasions like Valentine’s Day.’

You decide it’s time to get your Ice Queen mask back in order, and you brush it all off as random curiosity. You finish eating and get ready to leave and almost rush out of the house before Holly can do anything more. She’s barely given you a kiss good bye before you’re half out the door, running off to work.

You spend the whole day cranky, and the others assume it’s just you being the cold, heartless person you normally are. Internally, you’re going over the million reasons why Holly didn’t get you anything. Perhaps you’re not a good enough girlfriend, you aren’t girlfriend material etc etc. By the time your shift ends, you’re maxed out on crankiness and sarcasm. You resolve to show your girlfriend that you’re pissed with her by going straight to bed. You reach home and climb upstairs to the bedroom and are about to throw yourself on the bed when you notice a package on the bed.

It isn’t gift-wrapped or anything, and being the curious cat you are, you tear open the box and exclaim in surprise.

It’s a brand new PSP - and when you switch it on - you can see it’s already preloaded with all your favorite games. Games which aren’t even PSP compatible.

'Did you really think I’d not get you anything?’ you can hear Holly’s voice from the bathroom, and you’re kicking yourself for even thinking that your girlfriend would forget you.

'How did you get Mortal Kombat vs D.C Universe on this thing!’ you exclaim in glee, already loading a game to play. Damn this is the best present ever.

'I know a friend who rewrites games for different interfaces. ‘Holly replies and you realize she probably gave way more thought to this gift than you did.

You’re half way through killing Sub-Zero when you hear Holly stepping into the room.

'You can play with that - Or’ you glance up to see Holly dressed in some very lacy red lingerie and your throat goes dry. Screw the game. You throw the PSP aside as Holly walks into the room, as seductive as ever.

'Happy Valentine’s Day, Gail.’

Happy Valentine’s Day to me indeed.

anonymous asked:

Hello! First of all I love the short story that you wrote some weeks ago and I can't wait for you to keep writing it! I noticed that the orange bracelet of Mo Guan Shan has disappeared after chapter 175. You think it's an important detail or maybe I'm thinking too much? Sorry for my bad English ^^

Hey! I’m so happy you enjoyed it, though it’s not much and I rushed it a fucking lot, but this update has really changed my plans for the story (in a good way), so I think I’ll update in a couple of days (?), hopefully before OX does. Recently I don’t have much time ughh, I hope I won’t feel too tired to write, because I have about.. at least 4 tianshan writing ideas and I’m going to make them happen very soon, one at a time. (or else one or two ppl around here will make sure my ass is kicked and cancelled for good haha).

But anyway, back to your question! I didn’t spare much attention on that tbh (wouldn’t have even noticed if people hadn’t mentioned about it lol), I mean I thought OX just.. you know, made a mistake or something? But then again, OX is such a careful artist and puts so much emphasis on details (honestly just give me a print of those backgrounds and I’ll frame that shit on my wall and stare at it, because it’s therapeutic af lol. no but really, I’m really loving the color technique/lighting lately, everything is so smooth and oozes quality and, as a struggling artist myself, I’m amazed OX does this much for us and asks for nothing in return. like I’m so damn grateful even if it hurts). 

So.. if we consider it was intentional, what’s up with that? First thing that came to my mind, without looking at the panels, was that the bracelet somehow got off while they went physical after the kiss. Guan Shan’s reaction (belated, but still) was so strong and instinctive and, really, it looks like he gave his all, but He Tian is simply that impressive (sometimes I wonder if the look on He Tian’s face is also a bit of “oh, he’s quite strong” besides feeling conflicted about the whole thing). So he pinned him down and Guan Shan gave up, brushed him off and…

Nope, it didn’t fall.

Still there. 

(bear with my hopeless shipper ass, but how I love that they both wear their bracelets on the right hand and it also fits them so well, like, He Tian has a larger frame, the thing wraps tightly around his wrist, the way his clothes do too, meanwhile Guan Shan’s wrist is thin and bony and the bracelet just hangs loosely around it, just like any other clothing item he has and hold up I think I got a bit ahead of myself here. back on firm grounds, shall we…)

So it’s not that. He walks off and in the next chapters the bracelet is.. missing? Entirely. Could OX repeat such a mistake? nah, I doubt about that. Even great artists make mistakes and that’s really really understandable, but to this extent? too suspicious, at least for me. OX has a thing for details and people should really really consider them, especially regarding the characters. 

My theory is that he may have lost it on his way back home. First of all, as I said before, his wrists are skinny. As someone who has small wrists, I can definitely confirm that it’s surprisingly easy to lose your accessories, especially if you bring your fingers together, close enough to let it pass over your knuckles. Which brings me to this unpleasant idea that he might have.. nervously held his wrist with his left hand? Like maybe he was so lost in his thoughts and so confused after what happened, he just went straight home and, during that time, he instinctively squeezed his wrist (maybe a bit too hard) to, you know, calm down, get a grip, feel something. And if he did that repeatedly, unaware and all, chances are the bracelet fell off, somewhere. And of course he didn’t notice. Hours later now and he still hasn’t noticed /or we didn’t get to see that. Which is odd, because he wears it so often, maybe he actually likes it a lot, or maybe he’s just used to it, but that’s something one would notice. Given the events, though, he wasn’t allowed much time for himself, really. (fuk u She Li)

And this mini theory (plausible? I don’t know) brings me to an interesting headcanon (? more or less). What if, what if He Tian finds his bracelet? Maybe in the school yard, maybe on the road; they live close to each other, so they might take a similar path, and He Tian knows it’s his. I’m certain he would recognize the bracelet right away. And if that’s the case, would He Tian keep it? Maybe keep it for a while (hey I have this little thing that belongs to him and I don’t know why I keep folding it and staring at it and fuck is he okay? shit I really fucked it up). I’d love to see him oddly focused on something that reminds him of Guan Shan, more or less in a pleasant way, because that would be such a reminder that he fucked up. He wouldn’t just, you know, forget about it. Act like it doesn’t matter, that it means nothing (even if that’s not how he feels, but we’re talking about a boy who would, really, deny such feelings). So he takes his time and finally decides to give it back to him, look for him. Because it’s easier to say “I just wanted to give this to you” than “I wanted to see you and apologize”. Of course, that’s so He Tian. He would definitely use such an excuse to see him. And I’d rather have it that way, really, than She Li mingled between them. (even if they will have to deal with the dropping out issue too, afterwards, and god they should). Because it’s much more.. sincere, it’s something coming from He Tian, something he could have just ignored, and I think Guan Shan would really appreciate it. Would believe he’s sorry. It’s not easy for him anymore to trust He Tian’s intentions. 

I’m going to stop here because it got really long and I’m messing with people’s dashes. Thanks for asking me about this! I really wanted to talk about it but didn’t really get the chance. I love when people ask me things they’re thinking about and wonder what’s my opinion. I mean yeah, I do ramble about it too with my mates here, but I rarely get to put it properly in a decent post. Hope I managed to stretch your thoughts on this matter, just a bit + please don’t feel sorry, I mean /?? your English was perfect! 

tales of love and loss

AU/potentially canon-compliant ghost story set during the missing year, in which Killian hears stories of a ghostly lady in white who roams the seas in search of her lost love. But she isn’t real. She can’t be. (Based on this edit I made which I always meant to follow with a fic, it just took me a while!)

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At first, he has no time for the stories.

Sailors are a superstitious lot, no matter which side of the law they fall on. It’s a little more pronounced among pirates, he thinks, the fear fuelled by a guilty conscience and giving wings to imagination.

And it’s lonely out here, on the open sea. The stories give it a little character, make it feel like a living entity, populate it with mermaids and sea devils and broken hearts.

Killian has not needed stories for that for a long time.

When he first hears about the lady in white, he scoffs.

“It appears the fishwives have been quite productive in our absence,” he remarks with a sneer, cutting Smee off before the man can really get going. “I’ve not heard that one before.”

“That’s because no one’s seen her before.” Smee is earnest as always. For all his tendency to fear everything and everyone, Killian considers, the fellow does love his ghost stories. “They say it’s the ghost of a dead woman. She’s haunting the seas, looking for her lost love, and she lures sailors to their deaths with her beauty.”

His first thought is of red hair and pleading eyes, and his heart, ever traitorous, gives a little lurch in his chest. It’s only a story, he reminds himself, but that doesn’t help, because in another realm, he is just a story.

Not for the first time, he wonders if Emma knows his story, in the new life that Regina has invented for her and the boy. Does she read it sometimes, or watch it in that strange vision box? Does some part of her recognise him?

Has he finally become a victim of fool’s hope?

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