i'm so excited to read this!

James McAllister: Last day on Earth

James McAllister is my Mass Effect: Andromeda Oc, who will be a squad member to @slugette ‘s Moon Ryder. 

Thank you so much, @slugette for beta reading and for always encouraging me to keep writting! I’m so happy we’re doing this again! :D

The buzzing sound of an old electric system was muffled and lost beneath the cacophony of unintelligible conversations echoing all the way up to the high ceiling of the dirty concrete wall cafeteria. Beneath a set of blinking lamps that no one cared enough to replace, several men in a similar dress code greeted morning in the exact same way they had done the day before.

There was a certain religiosity in morning coffee and luckily, in the 6 years James McAllister had been serving in the London penitentiary, the inmates had learned to respect that. He sat alone during breakfast, at the table closest to the window, where a small ray of sunlight might decide to pay him a visit. He liked his coffee strong and black with no sugar, but he still enjoyed the routine of swirling the plastic spoon a couple of times before taking it lazily to his lips.

Long gone were the days of lurking the corridors and sneaking into the cafeteria in search of whatever crumbs the kitchen staff would hand out to him. These days his coffee was hot, the kitchen inmate picked the fresher slice of bread for him and his favourite spot was always waiting.

Boredom dictated that every morning he mentally reviewed the last chapter of whatever book he had been reading the night before. This day, however, his mind was elsewhere. Today, as he had learned just yesterday, was to be his last day in prison.

“You are granted place in the Hyperion arc if you so wish,” the grey haired middle aged lawyer James hadn’t seen since his trial had said as soon as he entered the visitor’s room, long after the visiting hours were over. James was to be discharged the following morning at the care of the Andromeda initiative, or serve the remainder of his time in prison. No explanations, news or messages from the outside world, just a proposition with no time to ponder. “I am not authorized to discuss further than your acceptance” was the only answer he was given as to why the Initiative was approaching a convicted murderer with such an offering.

A rough voice behind him called James back from his thoughts. “You’re in my seat, Princess.”

Now this was new. Rather, it was old, but it was definitely something that didn’t happen in recent years. James had enjoyed his hard won, but well deserved, “don’t-fuck-with-me” status, which meant no one would come up to him alone and expect to be left standing. So this tall, large man in his mid thirties had to be a newcomer, trying to pick a fight to leave an impression.

Such impressions in prison determined their survivability chances. If you were regarded as prey, your days were numbered. If the top dogs with underlings saw you as a competition, you wouldn’t last long either. This applied to the prison guards as well. Guards controlled half of everyone’s lives and needs, the inmates the other half. And it was hard telling who’s wrong side was worse to be at. No chance to to guess if you’d end up beaten, forced work, lose whatever little possessions you were allowed, or raped.

So James didn’t take it personally. Acting tough did seem like a good idea for him on his first day too.

He took a last sip of coffee before suddenly pushing his chair back at the same time as he jumped to his feet. In one quick movement, James took a step sideways, grabbed the new comer by the hair and slammed his face hard against the table. Twice.

The loud repeated sound of bones clashing metal hushed the cafeteria just enough for the running footsteps of the guards to echo on the worn out tile floor. Silence couldn’t be interpreted as surprise in this case, however, brawls were everyday’s business, but no one wanted the guards to think they had any part in it.

By the time the two guards stationed at the door reached James, the new inmate was already laying on his back on the floor, leaving only a small red puddle where his nose came in contact with the metal table. Now in this kind of situations, a blunt hit to the head would be customary. James braced for the impact that never came, and found himself treated as gently as to have his arms twisted behind his back.

“Enough, break it up!” said the guard, pushing James roughly to the front, “let’s go, asshole.”

“You’re gentle this morning” James teased, gambling with his luck as he always did, while being taken, handcuffed, through the damp smelly corridor, “someone lubed your pockets?”

“Shut up, fucker,” the guard barked pushing him to move faster.

James stopped on his tracks, turned around and look straight at the guard. Uncaged hatred lit his blue eyes, the sort of anger that was nursed for years, and was now pulsing to become more than a mere lullaby. “And if I don’t?”

The guard didn’t have time to answer, as James headbutted him hard across the face. It only took a second, and the man staggered momentarily, blood running down his nose and lips. James used his weight to trip him, and the guard hit the floor. James then kicked him hard on the stomach. Once, twice, three, and four times. Each time harder and more determined.

The corridor had cameras, of course, and other guards would come running in any minute, but not applying retribution when he had the chance tasted like consent. James kicked him once more, this time in the head. He wouldn’t be sated by killing this one guard, but it would be a start.

But just before delivering another blow, James stopped and tried to regain his composure. Whatever deal was made with the Andromeda Initiative, another death might end his chance of starting a new life. “Remember this moment and how easily I could have killed you,“ James told the guard gasping for breath before walking away.

He slammed the door open on his own and felt slightly underwhelmed that no sunlight blinded his eyes with the promise of freedom. The day was grey and desolate, as any London morning ought to be, with cold wind whistling through tight spaces and fat drops of rain hitting the courtyard.

Still unaware of what happened just on the other side of the door, the two guards stationed outside paid him no heed, focusing their interest on the vehicle parked on the other side of the street. Outside the barred gate, a black limousine and two men in suits stared at the prison and stood up straight as soon as they saw James.

James’ heart pounded fast, but he wasn’t sure if he was just eager or angry. Were is parents inside the vehicle? In the 6 years he served in prison his mother and father haven’t visited him once. Were they ashamed of him? Disgusted? Did they fear him? Were they alright? “To hell with them” had been his determination years ago that he would stick with now, even if he couldn’t deny there was certain longing beneath all his wrath.

James exited into freedom with a steady but rushed pace, unsure of what would happen when the guard inside was discovered. And the first drops of rain touched his skin. A million small freezing needles stung his face one by one, and in the first second, James could almost count them. But it wasn’t the touch of the cold water that startled him, for more often than not the prison showers had nothing but freezing water. The fact was that it was dropping from the sky. So high above him. Freedom was pouring heavily down on his head, cold, overwhelming and unstoppable, crushing him on the spot. Had he been alone he would have fallen to his knees and laughed, instead he closed his eyes, wiped his face and moved on.

As he reached the limousine, the driver opened the backseat door for him. James stopped and looked at the man before entering. He wasn’t sure if he had been able to hide his shock at the words the driver had just spoke. They echoed something so distant and almost unreal, that James couldn’t help but wondered for a second if there was still even a trace of the bright and promising young man who had crossed that gate all those years ago. He knew who he had been when he was brought up there, and he knew who he had become in prison. He wasn’t sure who would be getting out. “Good morning, Mr McAllister,” the man had said respectfully as he opened the door.

Roberts birthday was a good day!

There was so much Robert on my dash today (art, gif sets, drabbles)! And then I went on AO3 like a do every night and there are so many new fics (it’s almost like it was before the incident), I’m so excited to read them all!! I know mine’s late but I should be able to post it tomorrow.
Thank you to everyone who contributed to an amazing day!

What people mostly want from snk season 2:
  • People who haven't read the manga: oh boi oh boi I want so many answers, I need to know who the colossaus and the armored titans are, I'm excited to see the beast titan and everything they showed us in the trailer om g
  • People who have read the manga: oh boi I'm so excited to hear the new opening theme

anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

when you wake up remembering that you’re supposed to remember something but you don’t remember what it is that you’re supposed to remember


the black betty crew™

anonymous asked:

do you think you'll read the legend of korra comics when they come out?? i'm so excited about them!!!

There’s going to be Legend of Korra COMICS??? Yessssss!!!

anonymous asked:

I don't suppose you, or anyone else could briefly update me on the newest chapters of haikyuu? I can't really read the manga as I struggle to follow it :( but I'm so curious as to what's going on!!

Ok bub let me recap the blessing that is chapter 248 for you. We’ve got:

The actual representation of the whole fandom

Kanoka and Tanaka getting a little bit of their shit together (with the guest appearance of female Goshiki) 

The return of the iconic “Hinata boke!”

The most gorgeous boy in town

And the most jealous baby birb in town (MIYA’S FACE THO)

I’M !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


!!!!!!!!!! A FREKIN’ MANDARIN !!!!!!!! or the boys in away colors 

Tsukki is not excited™

Actual squad goals

And we ended with a lesson for the future: never, ever, ever, interrupt Daichi



The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you one random afternoon in the studio, a soft beat filling the silence in the small, dimly lit room as you curled up even more snugly into Yoongi’s blanket on the black leather sofa. His back faced towards you, bits of his blueish black hair sticking out from beneath his black beanie, his head bobbing slightly to the beat as he clicked away on his mouse. From the side, you could see the black mask tucked under his chin with one strap behind each ear, his fair skin strikingly pale due to the contrast with his dark clothing and onyx eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip in concentration, mumbling softly to himself as his other hand fiddled around with the different controls on his sound board. He was in the zone, as per usual, and over the course of the past few months, you’d come to learn very quickly that he did not appreciate being bothered while he was in this state. Just like the very first time you’d met in your composition class.

Keep reading

Tonight only, reigning champ Lexa ‘The Commander’ Woods faces newcomer Clarke ‘Supernova’ Griffin in the Bantamweight throw down of the century! 

– x –

Fic insp: Ground and Pound by dancetyd


lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off // panic! at the disco

Honestly, I’d kill for more Marcus centric fics or any variation of these wrencus type scenarios that focuses more heavily on Marcus’ character.

• fake!married wrencus. Where Wrench isn’t the party that needs constant validation of his feelings. Instead it’s Marcus dealing with constant uncertainty in regards to his feelings towards Wrench, being black and queer + how living in San Francisco does little to dissuade the bullshit he has to face when dealt with both sides of that coin, and Wrench having to be the more proactive party to understand Marcus.

Lots of misconceptions, self discovery, and getting together. When they get married for real Miranda officiates the wedding and jimmy siska becomes the ring bearer.

• marcus getting to go to the Galilei museum on a date and getting excited about the exhibits on space ships or rockets.

• bottom Marcus (admittedly, I’ve thought about writing this for a while but just haven’t gotten serious until now. At least until I realized I can write decent smut.)

• Dedsec wondering where the hell Marcus is running off to on his off days until they find out he’s volunteering at the animal shelter. Specially to walk the dogs so they aren’t in their kennels all day.

• Marcus and Jordi doing anything together.

• Marcus dragging dedsec to a renfaire and everyone hating it but doing it solely for the purpose of seeing Marcus happy. They’re all forced to dress up.

• Marcus/horatio

• Marcus going on a wild ghost signals goose chase. He finds out Wrench is behind it but doesn’t get that upset since Wrench knows how excited he gets about deciphering codes and trying to figure out where the signals come from. Marcus mentions how there was one audio file he couldn’t decipher tho and Wrench is confused because he definitely didn’t make that file, they both end up trying to track the unknown ghost source.

• Marcus getting eaten out.

• Wrench and Marcus vigilante/super heroes au. All of dedsec has super powers and it’s more along the lines of kick-ass rather than straight up xmen type deal

anonymous asked:

hi I never request (only read for like 5 hours..😂) how about an mc who is incredibly beautiful like prettier than the moon (zen) , but is just like "ya i'm average?" about it.

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy ♡ 


✮ cries when he sees you
✮ he’s just so !!!!
✮ surprised and excited and completely blown away 
✮ Seven had mentioned in the chat that you were really cute
even if you modestly denied it 
✮ he knew you were going to be cute but this !!!
✮ when he sees you on stage while making his speech 
✮ he kind of “oh that must be [Y/N]… woah” 
✮ before V is like ‘yoosung!’ 
✮ tries to keep his cool but his face is a furnace
✮ whenever you disagree with him about how ‘you must be an actual angel handcrafted by God specially’ 
✮ he’s so shocked ??
✮ like,,, ‘what do you mean you aren’t perfectly flawless???’ 
✮ says that you’re even more beautiful than Rika 
✮ honestly compliments you all the time 


✎ she first sees you when you arrive and she’s checking off the guests 
✎ she’s super confused 
✎ and asks if you’re with the modelling company 
✎ you kinda blush and laugh 
✎ and she’s like !!!!!!! 
✎ ‘i’ve been blessed’ ‘i have been forgiven for all my sins’ 
✎ when you tell her who you are she gets so hot?
✎ is this embarrassment? is she just incredibly flustered?
✎ she doesn’t know but she does know that she’s never felt this way around someone before
✎ whenever you say you don’t think you’re that pretty 
she judo drops you 
✎ she just drowns you in compliments and won’t even listen to you 
✎ tells you that angels shouldn’t be modest 


✿ is S H O O K
✿ like,,, there’s someone in the RFA that’s more attractive than him?
✿ and you never talked about it?!?!?!
✿ constantly begins to send selfies to the chat like ‘eyeyeyey’
✿ and you compliment him but don’t send one back
✿ and he’s so confused??
✿ so he says that ‘you should flaunt your beauty around’
✿ when he hears that you’re not as confident as him in your looks and that you don’t think you’re that great
✿ he considers sending you to a doctor
obviously is that cheesy guy like ‘[Y/N] is your eyesight okay?’  
✿ when you move in with him it’s CUDDLES, COMPLIMENTS, SELFIEEEES


₩ as soon as he sees you he offers you a modelling contract 
₩ you laugh bc you think he’s joking (because he’s such a prankster lolol)
₩ and he kinda pauses because your laugh !!
₩ he swear he saw sparkles around you 
₩ he buys you so many dresses and jewellery 
₩ and if you at all put yourself below the line of perfect 
₩ he pulls out the big guns 
₩ ‘I think you’re even more beautiful than Elizabeth the 3rd’ 
₩ if you argue he will just kind off 
₩ ‘nope. no.’ 
₩ keeps interrupting you so he can’t hear the lies 
₩ sends blurry photos of you to the RFA 
₩ goes to photography classes so he can ‘capture your beauty’ 


⌨  when he was doing the background check AND saw you through the CCTV 
⌨  gets thrown back off his chair from the power of his nosebleed 
⌨  is genuinely amazed 
⌨  enjoys creeping on you through the camera in the hallway 
⌨  mentions it one day in the chat 
⌨  ‘hey zen, did you know that [Y/N] is more beautiful than you?’ 
⌨  zen is shocked and spams you with ‘IS THIS TRUE’ 
⌨  and you say no and saeyoung is like ????
⌨  ‘uh, yeah it is. i’ve seen you with my own four eyes’ 
⌨  once all the bullshit is over and you live with him 
⌨  he’s programmed the robot puppy to bark loudly at you if you say that you aren’t perfect and flawless 
⌨  probably wraps his entire body around you while complimenting you endlessly