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anonymous asked:

ur post about fic & racism in the supergirl fandom really got me thinking (especially about my own biases so thank you) but also like, how there’s this incredibly pervasive but subtle new form of racism I haven’t seen b4 in other fandoms? Like on one hand u have this loud condemnation of how racist monel is & how he was a slave owner blabh blah but no corresponding attention given to the existing Black characters. 1/4

I get wlw not wanting to write m/f fic but a lot of the fandom doesn’t reblog (or make) any of the gifsets, they don’t meta for him they don’t call for more screen time for Mehcad. Same for M’gann. SO many posts talking about how awful monel is compare him to Lena and strangely don’t mention the Black female character who also came from an oppressive society to become a hero? And there are like, idk, 4 people? Who write or post wlw fic with M’gann in it? 2/4

Same with Maggie. A huge segment of fandom decided Floriana is white (even tho hollywood clearly won’t cast her in roles for white women) so they use that as an excuse to exclusively stan the very light skinned white wlw. And the way it carries over to the characters, like, okay Flo is white? but Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character while overtly supporting lighter skinned characters ¾

And that same part of the fandom doesn’t ever seem to create content for Lucy or Vasquez either. IDK this isn’t something u can probably explore with stats but ur post really got me thinking and it just feels really gross now bc I see all these posts condemning racism but there’s still this extreme perpetuation of privileging white characters at the same time? & I haven’t seen this particular trend in fandom b4 4/4

Oh, anon, this made my day. I have a bunch of notes waiting in a doc to address the whole Mon-El thing with regard to the racist undertones and the rhetoric used by the show to frame his storyline, and I will do my best to write it before the season comes back again, because I genuinely think they tried to aim high and just … missed completely. (But I make no promises because my thesis defense is on Tuesday.)

To your first point re: fandom attitudes – I was surprised in the early half of S2 when so many people came out of the woodwork making posts in the main tag like “wait, why did they get rid of Kara/James??” because, oh right, nobody acted like they cared for almost twelve straight months. If y’all were so okay with this ship, where were you to acknowledge its social significance when it was canon? Where are you now? Why hasn’t there been an outpouring of tweets week after week at the execs and the writers for sidelining an interracial couple in favor of what we’re getting, especially since the storyline literally handwaved away human trafficking and slavery as minor plot points?

Not only that, when there’s unrealized potential for a non-canon ship there is typically an outpouring of fic in response, and while there’s been a statistically significant amount of new Karolsen fic in S2 because it’s pretty easy to top zero percent, the writing there is not keeping pace with any of the other dude-involved pairings. 

And you’re right, anon: it is not possible to prove anything with stats. HOWEVER, thanks to the addition of these new characters for S2, I *am* at the point now where it’s possible to see correlation between character race and fan engagement with different pairing choices. And the bias is there, whether it’s in the het pairings, the femslash, or even the m/m pairings. The whole reason I started tracking fic outputs in the first place was that any attempt to have this conversation last year devolved into yelling and finger-pointing because “you have no proof!” that racial bias is a thing. Except, yanno, all the POC who live with it daily saying that it’s a thing. Well, congratulations y’all: your choices leave digital footprints behind that are pretty easy to follow and chart for everyone to see.

This isn’t actually a new problem, by the way – racism and preferencing of white pairing happens a lot, in almost every fandom. The only difference maybe is that I’ve experimented with quantifying it, which is not something that people usually do when they study fandoms or fan behavior.

It pains me to no end that M’gann has been so overlooked, because her story has just as many dark character beats to it as Lena’s, if not more, plus the added bonus of her sharing a sense of “otherness” with Kara in a way that few other people can. And there is no way the disinterest in that pairing isn’t about race, because there are a whole bunch of ships from S1 between white women who’d never even met each other in canon that have more romantic fics than M’gann/anyone.

And the nonsense about Floriana, which I’ll remind everyone again was started by a white girl, had a demonstrable chilling effect on interest in Sanvers as a pairing. Like. I can actually show that on paper. And you’re absolutely right with what you said above, which bears repeating: Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character.

There’s also a treatment of Floriana herself that reminds me uncomfortably of how people went out of their way to demonize Naya Rivera’s personal life whenever she reminded the world she was black instead of just “very tan.” And a lot of the rhetoric people are using to talk about Floriana’s racial heritage is almost verbatim the same as what you’ll find on white supremacist discussion boards about Italian people. I’d love to think this is an accident, but I’ve made some people pretty angry for pointing this out in the past, so I suspect it’s at least partially deliberate.

Lucy was another case that drove me insane, for two reasons:

  1. The vast majority of femslash fans flat-out ignored her as a romantic choice even though there were a whole lot of good reasons to ship her with either Kara or Alex, and a whole lot less negative reasons not to. (And it’s not like Supercat was already dominating the scene before Lucy’s character was introduced. That ship only became popular after the movie Carol came out during the winter hiatus of S1.)
  2. People had the same fight last year about whether or not Lucy counted as a WOC and ultimately insisted that the answer was no. But then people kept on ignoring her anyway like somehow dubiously legal boss/employee relationships, potential treason, and incest were more logical bases for attraction.

Also, to the people who have been like “oh yay we could’ve had Dichen as Maggie, a real WOC” like somehow this would have made the fandom love her more – you’re full of shit. If you mean that, why has there been so little fic about Dichen as Roulette? Like, last year there were a whole bunch of shipfics featuring Livewire. There was Kara/Siobhan. And yet … no dark scenarios of Supergirl/Roulette? No Alex ones? There were even a bucketload of those for each Danvers sister + Max Lord, and this fandom isn’t even that into dudes. You’re telling me no one is interested in this kind of hero/villain dynamic with the Asian chick and somehow that’s not also about race?

tl;dr I suspect that a decent chunk of this problem is the result of subconscious bias, but some of it’s not. And what’s really sad about it is that, for all the talk on Tumblr about representation being important, we’re really doing no better as media producers than Hollywood when it comes to race. If anything, we might actually be doing worse.

Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

Accidents Happen *** Part 5/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Slight Language

Word Count: 1100

A/N: This is garbage I’m sorry. I literally had to finish this in two hours. I had rehearsals for the Festival of winds all weekend so… I had no time whatsoever. Clearly that’s not enough for me but there was a small piece I felt need to happen before the next part. Anyways enjoy this trash!

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Miserable, nauseating, horrendous, atrocious – all are words that perfectly describe the was Bucky Barnes was feeling right now. He was slow, far too slow.

He was slow to realize that you were the one that had he heart, he was slow to admit it to you. And even though he was as far from aware as he could possibly be, he was relieved that you know.

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Hold On To Let Go Chapter 2

 A/N: This chapter was written in an hour, at an hour far too late for me to be awake. Forgive me for any spelling or grammatical errors. Tell me what you think! I live for comments and reblogs!

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, slight internalized homophobia.

Shrill alarm noises woke Thomas, a soft groan of exhaustion joining in the chorus of electronic beeps. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, dark green ink catching his eye. He held out his forearm, inspecting the new markings. He had told his soulma- Alexander. He had told Alexander that he didn’t know any Thomas Jeffersons the previous night, and then washed off their conversation.

The new markings scrawled over his arm, obviously rushed, looping and spiking in parts. It wasn’t new, and had been smudged by sleep, but he could tell that it was to cover something up. A regretted message that would have taken too long to wipe off, perhaps?

Setting those thoughts aside, Thomas rolled out of bed and grabbed a nearby pen.

Hey, were you writing something earlier?

After a few moments of staring at his clear forearm, a stark contrast to the forest green scribbles on his other arm, Thomas tore his eyes from the short sentence he’d written. He didn’t need to talk to Alexander- and Alexander probably wouldn’t want to talk to him. Not when Alexander found out who his soulmate really was.

In the soft gleam of the early morning sunlight, Thomas could nearly imagine Alexander’s reaction. He would tell Alexander in person. He would pull Alexander away from the crowd of people in the halls- no, that wouldn’t work. Alexander would simply be led to believe that Thomas was out to hurt him again. He needed to do this right.

Perhaps Thomas could simply write it down on his arm? A simple message in the magenta ink he favored for their conversations? That wouldn’t work either, would it? He had never been able to scrawl his own name onto the dark skin of his arm. Why would he be able to now? Would he have to resort to writing ‘So you know that person who you said makes your life a living hell? Well, that’s me, and gee, I really am sorry for causing extreme emotional and mental stress on you these past few years, but maybe be my boyfriend?’? No, he couldn’t do that. Not to Alexander.

Everything had to change, now. Now that Thomas knew that the boy he loved, the boy who picked him up when he was down, an action Thomas typically did for the other part of his soul, was the one who he’d been hurting. The scrawny teen he’d hated, despised, even, who he had just the other day pushed to the ground and laughed as he cried- that was the same person who had written on their arm for his help.

Thomas’s parents had never particularly been kind to…those of the same sex persuasion. They had taught him most of his life that gay people (or ‘The Homosexual Sinners’, as they had put it) were wrong. That same-sex soulmate couples were freaks, or liars. And he had believed them. Never having been able to fully describe himself to his soulmate, Thomas hadn’t known…hadn’t known that the same boy he’d called slurs had been the one he loved. But that was different, right? Even if he was destined to be with…him…that didn’t mean that he was gay, right?

It was different when it came this soulmate. Maybe it just didn’t matter. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it had been another thing altogether to have a soulmate of the same gender. That was possible, right? He didn’t need to love his soulmate. His soulmate could simply be someone who was incredibly similar to him.

But that line of thought, of course, brought unwanted ideas. If Alexander was incredibly similar to Thomas, then in what ways were they truly different? Sure, in matters of where and to what families they were born they could not have been more separate. But what about personality? He had seen Alexander in debate class, hell, he’d even gone against him once or twice. The other teen was ruthless, each words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall, sentences cascading into the air.

Not quite different from Thomas.

Fairly similar, actually.

Too similar.

Shaking his head, as if that would empty it of these thoughts, Thomas ran to the bathroom. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter and ran them under warm water from the faucet. Turning off the sink, he rubbed the tissues against the message he’d written minutes earlier. Thankfully, Alexander hadn’t answered yet, or seen it.

The small, pen-written message quickly washed off, only leaving a faint black smudge on his arm. Alexander didn’t need to know. Thomas could avoid talking to him. Avoid talking to his soulmate. Yes, it would be hard. But Thomas would find a way.

He couldn’t do this to Alex- his soulmate. Thomas didn’t want to do this to hi- them. He could live without his soulmate, after all. Life would go on as it always had. It had to. Thomas would stroll into school later this morning, shoes tapping on the linoleum. He would greet James and Aaron, smiling. Because he always smiled. He had to keep smiling.

They would find Alexander and…and they would…continue to be the kind of people Thomas had wished late last night could simply disappear from the face of the Earth. If only to help his soulmate.

And most importantly- he would not tell anyone of the events that had transpired late last night, with Alexander’s wrist being stained red. With Thomas’s heart being stained a temperature not represented by that same color.

Alexander would not know. If he didn’t know, it’d be much easier to live on, taunting and tormenting him. It would be easier, not easy.

Because no matter how many words Thomas wiped away with damp tissues, they would remain burnt into the back of his eyes until the day he died.

Nobody needs to know.

The best and worst quotes from @straightcharactersoftheday

Today i took it upon myself to quote my favorite source of entertainment!
The fantastic blog @straightcharactersoftheday
I reeeaaallyyyy love that blog and i 10000000% think that straight characters need more representation??? like they are so right????????? straight characters are practically NON-EXISTENT NOW!
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Our Father

Hey friends, I said I wasn’t posting for a while but was reminded that I had this idea for some time and really needed to write it. I saw a moodboard post a while ago and the idea never left me. With that I give you 1,228 words of Fraxus. This can be found on FFN and AO3.

If you’re curious, I was listening to few things while writing this including (1) monks chanting, (2) Lacrimosa, (3) the mansion music from the first Resident Evil, (4) the police station main hall music from Resident Evil 2, and (5) the witch’s theme from Left 4 Dead while I wrote this (kind of a mixed bag but it helped with my concentration haha)!

This one is called “Our Father”.

The remnants of the original structure of Cardia Basilica had been lost to the elements nearly three decades prior. What was left of the crumbling eighteenth-century baroque building, had been incorporated into the new two-story structure. It sat nestled between the main road and a backstreet in the densely populated second arrondissement, quietly adjudicating the populace that roamed the filthy and narrow streets.

The last evening mass had ended two hours prior, leaving the redolence of burnt incense. The lights remained dim, leaving the candles at the end of each pew to illuminate the main aisle.

Laxus stood before the alter and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, careful to keep the lit match in his hand from lighting his loose robes. He held an old, thick prayer book open in his other hand, its pages worn from use and stained from the smoke of previous masses, and quietly read from it, chanting the prayers. Steadying his hand, he lit the offering candle and muttered the blessing.

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Do You Believe In Soulmates? Part 1

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4    Part 5   Part 6  Part 7

A/N: I want to turn this into a series with multiple parts. I’ve usually just stuck to one-shots or two part stories so bare with me. I love all of you who will take time to read this. 

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds, Supernatural Crossover

Summary: Reid is getting over Maeve’s death, however, he keeps coming to you a pouring his heart out about how he will never find love again. It hurts you when you hear this but you don’t say anything to him because you are in love with him. An old friend drops by with some reassuring news when you think that you will never find love again. 

Warnings: a broken heart, angst, fluff (but is that really a warning?)

Originally posted by loving-criminal-minds

Originally posted by strengthcas

“(Y/N) can you do me a favor?” your co-worker and longtime crush Spencer Reid said over the music in the bar. After a two week long case the team decided it was high time to celebrate their victories, and after some considerable persuasion, even the resident genius agreed to come out. You had been working for the BAU for 3 years now and had grown close to all of the members. Though you were forced to join the FBI by your brothers and best friend, you learned to like your job and nowadays wake up happy to go to work. Even though you were at the BAU and dealt with gruesome cases on a day to day basis, the thing you found the hardest was listening to Spencer pour his heart out about his dead girlfriend.

It had been exactly 5 months and 14 days since Maeve’s death and though he seemed to be getting back to normal Reid could not stop talking about how he loves Maeve. You didn’t realize that you had feelings for him until he had confided in you about his love for the geneticist. It was at that moment you felt your heart yearning for him, for you to be the one he was praising and loving. You started to hate her just a little, but the moment you saw her tied to a chair with a gun pointed to her head, all of that went away. And when she laid on the floor dead, tears streamed from your eyes just as much as they did from Reid’s. Since then you were by his side, and listened to him talk about her day in and day out. At first you thought it was best for him to talk to you about her, letting his feelings out in a healthy manner but soon you started to second guess yourself. He would come over to your apartment late at night and talk to you about how he dreamed of having a family with Maeve, or how he dreamed of her walking down the aisle towards him. He was supposed to get over these feelings, but the more you allowed him to talk you the more tighter he held on to her memories.

“What’s up Reid?” you ask, already knowing what his answer was going to be.

“Could you come with me to Maeve’s grave, I want to spend some time with her but I don’t think I can go alone,” he asked quietly.

“OOOOO… drinks!” Garcia slurred as the second round of drinks arrived providing you with the perfect distraction to avoiding replying to Reid’s offer. You twirled the bourbon round and round thinking of a perfect way to turn Reid down when someone walked into the bar catching your eye. Your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the man in a trench coat take a seat at the opposite corner from where the team and you were. His bright blue eyes shone brighter than the last time you remembered and his focus was completely on you.

“So (Y/N), will you?” Reid asked loudly to be heard over the music, but the music stopped at the same time as he asked the question leading the entire bar to hear him. The team looked at their young coworker baffled by his behavior, Morgan was the first to recover and asked, “Will she what, Reid?”

Spencer grew a brilliant shade of red at the embarrassment and when questioned by his teammate fumbled and said, “I was asking if she could come with me to Maeve’s grave.” Garcia and JJ visibly winced at this, and the rest of the team turned their eyes to you. They all knew about your love for the good doctor and were more than proud at how much of a good friend you were being by putting your feelings aside and helping him get back to normal. However, everyone did agree that it was high time for you to stop being a lifeline for him, because of what it was doing to you. “So (Y/N), will you?” Reid asks again.

“Huh?” you say as your attention was pulled away from the man in the trench coat. Garcia and JJ were throwing daggers at you with their eyes and the men looked like they were telepathically trying to get you to refuse the offer. “Oh yeah, Reid. You pick a date and I’ll be there,” you say and down the bourbon in one gulp. Garcia let out a frustrated sigh while JJ cursed under breath, only loud enough for you to hear. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” you smile and pull away from the table. You tug at your blouse and fix your hair, “Jayge, teeth?” you show off your pearly whites to the mom friend to inspect.

Though confused at your actions at first she smiles and says, “You’re good” and winks while you make your way toward the man who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Cas,” you smile and sit down across from him.

“Hello (Y/N) how are you?” he asked.

“Like you don’t know,” you playfully poke his arm, “don’t try and lie to me angel, I know you’ve been dropping by every day to make sure I’m okay.” Cas awkwardly shifted at the contact making you smile even bigger. The angel’s awkwardness and social anxiety were one of the things you loved about him. In many ways he reminded you of Reid, both were extremely intelligent about everything but mainstream media and both were incredibly awkward. Noticing his uncomfortableness and the nervous glances he shot above your shoulder, you knew that your friends were, not so subtly, staring and profiling the interaction between you two.

“How about we talk somewhere my friends aren’t shooting daggers at you?” you suggest.

“Bu- but they aren’t throwing knifes at me,” he innocently states. You laugh getting up and reach your hand out to him, which he gladly takes.

“It’s an expression Castiel,” you sing- song. Before leaving the bar you shoot a reassuring smile at your co-workers letting them know you were fine. JJ and Garcia send you winks while Hotch, and Rossi smile and Morgan gives you a thumbs up. You were distracted by the cheer that was being sent your way, you don’t notice Reid’s sullen face, and longing look. Once outside you walk arms looped for about twenty minutes until you come to a quiet park.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” Cas asked as you both sit on a bench overlooking the jungle gym.

“You know you can ask me anything Castiel,” you replied looking at him. He stares at you for a moment, as if he was looking into your soul and then continues to speak, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

Your breath hitches in your throat for the second time tonight. Soulmates? Ever since you were little you knew that the monsters in the stories weren’t fictional. Your birth parents were killed by a werewolf which led you to be adopted into the Winchester family. Since then you’ve seen the unimaginable, vampires, ghosts, angels, demons, and leviathans, name it and you’ve probably seen and defeated it. But soulmates? That is a topic that neither your brothers nor you talked about. You never gave the idea a glance, sure there was that time your brothers and you talked to a cupid and he told you all about soulmates. He said that usually heaven didn’t care if Sally and Jack meet but there are some bloodlines that need to be tied in marriage. Hence the ‘Soulmates’ legend was born. However, your experience as a hunter taught you that hunters don’t have happy endings, so you threw the idea of you having a soulmate right out the window. Your brothers and Cas had forced you to join the FBI at first to keep tabs on the Bureaus investigations on your family, but after noticing your enjoyment and how you were moving up the ladder they let you stay. This change in career paths had opened up a sliver of hope in you that you may get that white picket fence that you’ve always dreamed about. “(Y/N),” Cas whispers bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Cas I’ve seen things that most people believe don’t believe exist. I didn’t believe that angels were a thing when I was 22 but here I am 6 years later talking to my amazing best friend who just happens to be an angel of the Lord. I may not go as far as to call it believing in them but I’m open to the possibility that soulmates exist,” you reply. He tenses up a little bit more, which makes you ask, “Why the sudden visit and the questions Cas?”

He stares at the jungle gym for a while before answering, you could see that there was an internal battle happening with your best friend. You knew he was there with something important and he was wondering if it was appropriate to tell you about it or not. You’ve seen him like this once or twice, once when he was working with Crowley and needed to tell you however he chose not to and crushed the trust you had between the two of you. “Cas honey, whatever it is that you want to tell me, you can. I can handle it,” you reassure him.

He looks into your eyes once again and says, “I know who your soulmate is.”

It took you a couple of minutes to process what he said and then finally speak your voice filled with emotions that you didn’t know were possible for you to have. “Why are you telling me all this Cas?”

“Because you are hurting. You are hurting so much. For the past five months, I’ve seen you stick by a man you’re in love with, who was suffering from the loss of someone he thought was the one for him. I’ve seen you be the good friend that I know you are, but I have also watched you cry yourself to sleep every night after listening to him talk to you about how she was the love of his life. But you wake up every morning and put on a smile all the while thinking that you were never going to find someone or be happy,” he looks over to gauge your reaction. Being a successful profiler you perfected your expressionless face, which is the face you were giving Cas at the moment. He however went on, “You’re not going to be alone (Y/N). You have a soulmate, you’ve actually already met him and though it may seem like you won’t end up together you will.”

“Who is this soulmate?” you asked, “Cas please tell me.”

“Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Do Me a Favor (Final Part)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: None.

“Do Me a Favor” Masterlist

A/N: And we have arrived to the end, guys! I hope you like it and thank you for every like, reblog, comment, message. It was so fun writing this for you all. 

Originally posted by fostergasm-ftw

Bucky Barnes was a fairly reasonable man. Fairly. He kept his emotions at bay and often completely ignored them, thinking it better to adopt a cool façade, untouchable and therefore, emotionless. It was much more convenient that way. He didn’t get too involved and he wouldn’t have to deal with feelings later. Feelings were messy, feelings got him in trouble. Feelings… Well, feelings were what made him see red now.

He had never felt such rage in his life. Just pure, uninhibited, unadulterated anger. It made his clenched fists shake, his jaw clench and teeth grit, making that godawful noise he usually despised. It made his chest tighten and shortened the span of his breaths, it made his pupils dilate

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anonymous asked:

Look i don't want to sound like a Trump supporter because im not, but a travel ban is not something new. Many countries implement travel bans for troubled regions, hell even Obama has implemented travel bans to these exact countries multiple times. Im not particularly in favor of a travel ban but its not right to act like hes Hitler 2.0 for doing something that's common practice across the world.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think currently I’ve only reblogged stories that surround the situation. I’ve not actually reblogged or posted anything that said “Trumpet’s executive order is totally completely new and incredibly different and 400% badder.” Because no one is stating this. 

You are right about a few things!

Firstly, travel slowdowns or re-view of travel regulations and visa regulations is not exactly new. Many past administrations have done this. This isn’t what’s new.

For example, Obama has implemented travel regulations. In 2011 the State Department’s issuance of SIVs to Iraqi applicants slowed after two individuals in Kentucky were identified as having possibly been improperly screened; multiple national news outlets reported on the State Department visa processing slowdown while it was occurring and in subsequent years. In 2011, yes, the Visa Waiver Program was suspended in several regions. Iraqi refugees were also not accepted for a 6 month period. What does this mean? Getting into America was more difficult for people of those regions.

I’m not sure if you’ve caught on, but I’m not one of the people clinging to Obama’s ankles screaming ‘don’t go’! He had many issues, many things I blatantly disagree with. I was not posting so much political shit about it before, true, but it doesn’t mean I have to withhold my opinion now. 

Now, let’s talk about Trump’s order in January.

(Full text of the execute order for those who want to read it.)

Section 1. Purpose.  …Numerous foreign-born individuals have been convicted or implicated in terrorism-related crimes since September 11, 2001, including foreign nationals who entered the United States after receiving visitor, student, or employment visas, or who entered through the United States refugee resettlement program. Deteriorating conditions in certain countries due to war, strife, disaster, and civil unrest increase the likelihood that terrorists will use any means possible to enter the United States. The United States must be vigilant during the visa-issuance process to ensure that those approved for admission do not intend to harm Americans and that they have no ties to terrorism.”

Here’s something I want to compare it to - what does the ratio of terroristic acts actually look like when compared to immigrants issues visas and what TYPES of visas they are?

The greatest amount of terroristic acts committed by visa-holders were done by Fiance Visa holders. Trumptet doesn’t mention it at once. 

Another interesting thing? The largest terrorist group in America are actually lawful, permanent residents. 

If focusing on terroristic attacks, why not target the group which has been, historically, the most prone to them? (Keep in mind, LPRs aren’t separated into religious or racial groups here. )

However, none of the 7 countries listed under the ban have actually carried out terroristic acts in America between the years of 1975 and 2015. (source) Are they areas of unrest? Unquestionably. 

That’s WHY people are fleeing those places. 

“Beginning in January 2016, travelers from Iran, Iraq, Sudan and Syria were blocked from entering the United States under the Visa Waiver Program, which allows foreign citizens to travel to the United States for up to 90 days without obtaining a visa…” (source)

Why? Previously, the VWP has not been proven to be a potential threat-carrying program. Well, fine, let’s overlook that. 

“Libya, Somalia and Yemen were added soon after due to “the growing threat from foreign terrorist fighters.“  (source)

Why? None of those countries have previously registered as a threat.

The countries which HAVE been? They’re not on Trumpet’s list. Why? Presumably because he still has business ties with them.

‘Drain the swamp’ my ass. He’s not doing this to protect America. It’s racially motivated, and probably not even planned by him - he’s a puppet for the alligators he has dumped into the rich, shit-filled fertilized bog.

Despite the restrictions under Obama’s policy, people were still able to apply for a visa using the regular immigration process, a right not afforded by Trump’s executive order, which bans travel from the countries for 90 days, among other restrictions. Neither President Obama nor the State Department banned or stopped those applications entirely; the slowdown affected a single type of visa from a single country (and not all entry from several countries); the slowdown occurred in order to implement enhanced screening procedures, which remained in place in January 2017.  (source)

The order bars all people hailing from Iraq, Syria, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen. Those countries were named in a 2016 law concerning immigration visas as "countries of concern.” The executive order also bans entry of those fleeing from war-torn Syria indefinitely.

Obama has NOT been the greatest person in terms of accepting refugees. I’m not saying he was. That doesn’t give reason to not complain about NEW shit. 

People who have worked YEARS to jump through the Syrian refugee program hoops (a program which is TIGHTLY regulated, if you think they can just buy a ticket and hop on a plane you’re wildly misinformed) were forced to turn back AFTER arrival, or stopped at the border. They were scared by security into thinking this was the end. They weren’t offered any options. In many cases, they were separated from children. Among them were people suffering from diabetes, elderly, etc. 

Slowing down visa processing? Fine. Passing an executive order to TRASH the years of hard work of refugees WHILE they were in the air? I have issues with that.

Newt Scamander Imagines.

I wrote some imagines to calm me down I hope u guys like them JFC I need a hug.

Originally posted by hardyness

  • Imagine sitting with him under a tree in late summer. The air is hot, but not sticky and it feels good as you sprawl out in the grass. Newt is writing something down in his leather-bound notebook about a creature one of his creatures. He stops writing for a moment, looking down at you with green eyes that seemed more vivid due to the lighting the two of you were in. He lets his gaze linger on your for longer than needed before looking up at the blue sky. There were a few clouds, but not a whole lot. It was the perfect sort of day that he could just soak in because he had all of his favorite things near him. His creatures in his case, lovely weather and you right beside him.
  • Imagine watching Newt with his creatures. He’s so affectionate with them all, taking time to talk to them as if they could completely understand(which you think they can because they’ve been with him for so long), brushing his fingers along their bodies and reflecting the trust and love they show him.
    Holding Pickett on his right index finger, Newt sits next to you and gives you a warm smile. You reply with an equally warm grin and look down at your knees. “You really love them, don’t you?”
    Newt listens to the sound of your voice and nods gently. “They were there for me when no one else was. I owe them everything.” Newt admitted and looked out at the rest of his creatures as he placed Pickett on his shoulder. “The bowtruckles accuse me of favoritism because I do carry Pickett around but truth be told… I can’t pick just one favorite creature. That would be fair. I love them all…”
    You hold your finger out on Newt’s shoulder, and he watches rather intently as Pickett crawls onto it. “I think Pickett may favor you more than me though, or so it seems.” 
  • Imagine hearing Newt singing to his creatures, especially the newborns. It’s an act of trust and love, and though he usually assumes you can’t hear him, you usually do. He sings a variety of things, usually lullabies he can remember from his childhood, and catchy jingles he may have heard in the Muggle World.
    Surprisingly, he’s a really good singer. But, you haven’t told him yet because you’re afraid if you tell him, he’ll become self-aware and will stop singing so loudly for you to hear.
  • Imagine Newt watching you handle his creatures. It starts as just a minute stare, and becomes him intently watching you from across the way. You’re so gentle and so caring with his creatures, but not because you have to. But, because you want to as you know how much they mean to Newt. 
    The more Newt finds himself watching you, the more aware he becomes of the blossoming feelings he has for you. There’s just something so beautiful about you caring for his creatures the way he does that lights his soul on fire. Newt supposed he had always yearned for a companion who shared the same passion for them as he did. He just never thought it’d be so bluntly in his face.
  • Imagine finding Newt asleep in the middle of the floor. It happens more often than not, as he does get a bit eccentric and doesn’t sleep for what seems like days at time. You sigh quietly, knowing you can’t carry him to a more comfortable place and so you grasp the nearest thing that resembles a blanket, which happens to be his peacock colored jacket, and put it onto of his sleeping self. He mumbles something, tugging it closer before dozing off completely once again.
  • Imagine realizing that you’re in love with Newt. Something that took years to realize, and you’re surprised that it took that long. It starts off as just any other day with the two of you. He’s seated in front of the Niffler, looking into the burrow with narrow eyes. He’s bent over, staring in and saying something to the little black creature in a rather stern yet playful voice. You’re across from him, Pickett on your shoulder as you were just trying to convince him to join the other bowtruckles.
    Newt starts gesturing with his hands wildly, still talking to Niffler who is seated rather comfortably in his treasures.
    You laugh quietly. You could only imagine what he was scolding him for, probably for taking another shiny object that was his when it all of a sudden hit you.
    Why were you staring for so long? You couldn’t even see his face and you were merely staring at his back. You swallowed. 
    The warm feeling inside of your chest began. You knew what this was, or at least you thought.
    But, nothing was going to prepare you for the deeper feelings you were going to develop.
  • Imagine one night, Newt is talking about his time at Hogwarts. It remains vague enough to start with as to not stir unwanted emotions, but he finds himself stumbled by your words when you get onto the topic of friends, or his lack of such during his schooling. “You were in love with Leta.” You whispered quietly, looking back at the picture of her Newt carried.
    Silence ensues around the two of you as he looks down at his hands. Swallowing, Newt wonders if he has it in himself to actually answer you truthfully. But, then again, answering in a lie would get him no where. He shuffled besides you, rubbing his hands together before putting them on his knees, “That was a long time ago.” Newt said and cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes at all costs, “Feelings change, and so do people…”
    “Newt, I…”
    “Can we please…” His voice sounds broken and shredded, “Not talk about this anymore…?”
    “I’m sorry…” You say, letting the silence fill the air once again. The two of you don’t talk again for the rest of the night as he stands to go tend to his creatures.
    He’s just so afraid of falling in love again, because he knows what love can do to a person if they’re not the right one. One side of him thinks like this while the other is urging him to jump, because he’s convinced you are indeed the one true love of his life.

If you guys want more, let me know! :) Thanks! Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs + likes are much appreciated and mean a lot!

The Eve Of  A New Year.

Pairing: Leonard x reader

Cast: Leonard, Y/N,  Uhura, Jim, Spock, and Scotty

Titled: The Eve Of A New Year 

Word Count: 2,194

Warnings: language (very minor), Star Trek feels, Leonard fluff, Bones feels etc. 

A/N: 2017 is not that far off my friends and who wouldn’t want to spend New Year’s Eve with your favorite characters from Star Trek. And I know today is not New Years Eve but still.  

Tagging:  @aprofoundbondwithdean @bkwrm523 @feelmyroarrrr @imaginestartrek @ladyxdezi @bgarrow1013 @unsinkthetitanic @stargirlhorse @mysupernaturalfics @ivvitm1109 @blacktithe7 @sincerelysaraahh @mysteriouslyme81 @my-amazing-nerdyness @stargirlhorse @uss-lesbian @castielohcastiel @serenityspiral @indominusregina @chaosmieu @chrispine-startrek @outside-the-government @quiddy-writes @yourtropegirl

Ah New Years. 

The Star Fleet had you and the rest of your main crew stationed on the star ship, Enterprise have the weekend off. Even though, you were on a five year mission you still got a few days off in between. You spent all of the time throughout the year together but you still wanted to celebrate the fact of the new year, together. There was no one else you would rather be with it. 

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How to make friends (on tumblr)

Occasionally, I get questions or comments about how I know certain people/am in certain friend groups on tumblr. Part of me finds that strange, because I’ve made friends so naturally. Just treat them like people! Don’t idolize them.

But I also suppose that it’s tricky to interact with people you admire, since this is over the internet and not in person. 

So here’s a few things I’ve done to get to know people.

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red in the face | shawn mendes

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,421
author’s note: sorry this took so long, anon!! hope u enjoy <33333 also, disclaimer: since i am shawn-focused, i have no idea which of these boys have girlfriends or not, so some of this might be vague of inaccurate, but i tried my best!!

Your name: submit What is this?

You would never, ever admit it out loud, but sometimes you did it on purpose.
You just couldn’t help yourself; seeing the way it made his jaw lock in place, the way his fists clenched and his eyes blazed impossibly brighter - it sent a thrill racing down your spine, cool and fast.
And Shawn was usually pretty laid-back, and difficult to provoke like that. So jealousy wasn’t a trick you pulled out often, but rather one you saved for perfect opportunities, for times when it was oh-so-easy to make him squirm.
And squirm he did.

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I did one of these back in April, and I promised you guys I would do another one “soon”. Like Troye Sivan, my “soon” apparently meant “a long ass time”. 

Oh well, I’m here again with some new good ass material. 

A few notes from the compiler

Still don’t know if compiler is a word smh

The editing skills have not become any better during these five months oh well

Please reblog this to spread the word and share the love <3<3<3<3

(also, one of these are mine #selfpromohey)

Nothing below this paragraph is owned by me, tumblr user @lovelylydiaisabelle

Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn by Master of Unlocking (99k) Rating: Explicit 

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Brooklyn, an older-than-he-seemed Warlock lived in a fashionable loft apartment…

Magnus Bane angers the wrong warlock and ends up with more than he bargained for. Not only is he cursed to live out fairytales that risk his life in increasingly creative ways, he also has to find his One True Love within the year or face dire consequences.

Strange Love by arandomfan91 (46k) Rating: Mature

Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Screw the rules by Jar_of_Dreams (17k) Rating: Teen and up 

“Screw the rules. Screw them. Screw all of this.” Alec was done. So done with everything.

Fake Date Me, Alexander by mininoot (44k) Rating: Explicit

Magnus doesn’t do relationships. Alec doesn’t do hook ups. Magnus needs a ‘proper’ date for a party, and who better to ask than Alec. Fake dating isn’t so hard, really. Unless your fake boyfriend’s brother finds out that you’re 'dating’ just before you join them on a family trip. What starts off as a simple favor quickly turns into something a lot more permanent, and a lot more confusing. The return of Alec’s terrifying past doesn’t help much, either

And the Oscar goes to… by Lecrit (21k) Rating: Explicit 

Working for Magnus isn’t easy. Magnus is out of control and Alec has to yell more often than not to get him to listen to him. He hates everything formal because it means he has to watch his mouth. Most importantly, Magnus is an incorrigible flirt.

Which would be alright if Alec wasn’t utterly, irremediably, unfathomably in love with him.

Based on this prompt:
“AU where Magnus is an Oscar winning actor and Alec, his PA, is in love with him.”

It’s Always Your Move by Lecrit (15k) Rating: Explicit

Maryse Lightwood is fierce, determinate and she is standing right in front of Magnus, on the threshold of his house, the scowl on her face announcing nothing good.

Magnus hasn’t seen her since the Oscars ceremony three days ago. To be fair, he hasn’t really seen anyone, too busy that he had been catching up on lost time with Alec.

Magnus thought he could be tranquil forever after winning an Oscar and finally confessing his feelings to Alec. Magnus was wrong.

Part 2 of “And The Oscar Goes to…”

5 Times Alec Tried to Make Magnus Titter and the 1 Time He Did That and More by Rahar_Moonfire (10k) Rating: Mature

Based on the short, cute, high pitched giggle sound Magnus made at the beginning of s1e7.

Magnus tries to hold back his laughter and ends up making a sound that Alec finds absolutely adorable. Now Alec will do everything in his power, including getting the team together to help him get Magnus to make that sound again. Even if he has to do it in the bedroom.

something wicked this way comes by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (9k) Rating: General

Magnus Bane, the guy Alec’s had an embarrassing crush on for about six years, is swearing at a book that sits just out of reach.

Magnus Bane, the guy who doesn’t know that Alec exists.

Until now, apparently.

Allergies by behappy (18k) Rating: Mature

Alec finds a fluffy cat waiting for him on his couch and he takes it back to its owner, who happens to be too beautiful for words. Alec’s greeted by the glittery cat-eyed man, but Alec chokes. Literally. He chokes because, oh yeah, Alec forgot he’s deathly allergic to cats.’

You’re My Soulmate, Sweetheart by mininoot (1k) Rating: Not rated

Soulmate AU, where your eye color matches your soulmates shirt, which Magnus thinks is utterly ridiculous and downright finicky. Alec’s eyes have been the same blue for months now, but Magnus’s are still changing to match Alec’s shirt. (Not that Magnus would tell Alec that, of course)

think of me when you shoot your arrows by deepbutdazzlingdarkness (11k) Rating: Explicit

Five times Alec gets off thinking about Magnus and one time he doesn’t have to.

amor verus by budapestagain (28k) Rating: Teen and Up

To Alec Lightwood, family is the most important thing, above everything, including personal happiness. So when he proposed to Lydia, he wasn’t thinking of himself but the family name.
Magnus Bane is a popular and successful wedding planner and when he’s hired to plan Alec’s wedding, he thinks this will just be another job.

They have to find out that sometimes the right thing to do is to follow your heart.

to endure by thisissirius (7k) Rating: Teen and Up

“I can’t watch you die again,” Alec blurts out. He rubs his hands against his knees, looks up at Magnus through his lashes. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

a time loop threatens to confine Alec to a lifetime of losing Magnus.

Of Doctors, Crushes and First Dates by MouseBouse (11k) Rating: Teen and Up

Alec is a doctor. Magnus is a millionaire. Izzy lives with one and is friends with the other.
Everything else just kind of settles into place.

Life of A Lightwood-Bane by heartsdesire456 (8k) Rating: Mature

The ringing of his phone on the bedside table woke Magnus up, and he immediately knew that something horrible must have happened.

Never had a phone call at three in the morning spelled good news.

A Bagel for my Boyfriend by DragonBread (5k) Rating: General Audiences 

“We love you,” Jace said.

“Yeah,” Alec sighed. “I love you too. I’m going to go to bed. Please don’t hurt Magnus, or send him creepy notes, or any of the other crazy things I can see you all planning.”

Alec and Magnus react to their first date, go on their second, and make some decisions about the future of their relationship

give it a go by rocketshiptospace (5k) Rating: Teen and Up

“You know what, Alexander,” Magnus says, studying their menu like he doesn’t already know it by heart, “You should really consider selling hotdogs.”

Alec sends him a confused look. “What, why? Aren’t my burgers good enough for you?”

Magnus looks up, “No, no, they are, it’s just,” he grins mischievously, “You really make my wiener stand.”

or, Alec works in a food truck. Magnus knows an awful lot of food related pick-up lines.

the importance of words by Purple City (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

It was two months into their relationship that Magnus knew he loved Alexander Gideon Lightwood, and strangely, it didn’t surprise him

or; Magnus knows a lot of languages and things go wrong before everything goes absolutely right

Signs and Soulmarks by Someone_aka_Me (2k) Rating: Teen and Up

Alec has never spoken a word. He can’t. In a world where soulmates are connected by Soulmarks that show the first words the other will say to them, he wonders what this means for his soulmate.

A Fighting Chance by heartsdesire456 (66k) Rating: Explicit

When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.

Anything You Say by milominderbinder (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

Detective Alec Lightwood likes his job. He likes the order of it, likes helping people, likes that he gets to work with Jace and that Izzy is always right downstairs in the morgue too. He’s wanted to be a cop ever since he was a kid, just like his parents before him, and now he’s living that dream. His life should be perfect.

There’s just one problem. Their precinct has just gotten a new forensic expert   - Magnus Bane.

And honestly, he’s so cute that Alec’s kind of losing his mind.

Don’t Touch My Heart (I Was Taken From The Start) by Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams (3k) Rating:  Teen and Up 

In a world where everyone has a soulmate whose name is tattooed on their wrist, Alec and Magnus are just trying to find one another among the masses.

Set Me In Motion by lemonoclefox (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

Magnus spots a handsome stranger in the elevator of his apartment building – which wouldn’t be a big deal if said stranger didn’t turn out to be dating Magnus’s neighbor. In other words, his and Magnus’s paths end up crossing more than once, causing a friendship to slowly develop. Magnus should be complaining, but he’s not.

The Red String of Fate by Someone_aka_Me (5k) Rating: Teen and Up

In a world where everyone is born with a red thread on his hand, tying him to his soulmate, Magnus Bane is born with a closed loop. He waits a long time to find the other end.

I hope these are to your satisfaction <3

//Lydia Isabelle

A Queen for a King (part 2) (Viserys Targaryen x Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

hiccuplovver: I loved A Queen for a King! you illustrated my idea perfectly. do you think you could do a part two? like where it’s a few years later the reader is pregnant with baby number three, Viserys has a well paying job, you have a little boy and a little girl, live in a lovely house, and everything is perfect. Yet one day a wondering dothraki see’s you and reports back to Danny. she comes to visit and her brother gets scared that she’ll take his family away, but she just leaves her blessing. please thx

Word Count: 1730

Extra: A Queen for a King (part 1)

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Happy Birthday Nico!

A/N: This is my first PJO/HOO fanfic ever, but I had to do it for my baby’s birthday especially since I’ve thought about it a lot. (Does not follow TOA canon b/c that would confuse me so yeah) Enjoy!

Nico blinked his eyes awake as light streamed in through the crack between his curtains. For once, he felt like he actually got some sleep, not remembering having any nightmares that night. But something was wrong.

What time is it?

Normally, his annoying “doctor” Will Solace would wake him up for breakfast in order to ensure he was eating and taking care of himself. Nico scoffs at the thought of Solace nagging him, with his stupid “Doctor’s Orders”, his blinding smile, his wavy blond hair that glints in the sun, his sparkling blue eyes that seem to reflect the color of the sky most days, the sort of blue Nico has gotten lost in several times…

No, Nico thought, I will not get lost in that. We’re close friends. It’s nice having a best friend and I will NOT be ruining this with a stupid crush.

Nico has learned over the past months how to act normal and friendly – well, Nico’s version of friendly, which means being less distant and reserved than normal. It’s a work in progress.

Nico refocuses back into reality, peeking out his curtains to see the sun decently high in the sky. Had Will forgotten about him? Nico hated how used to, even dependent on, the son of Apollo greeting him every morning he was. Was Will so integral to his life that he didn’t even know how to start the day on his own now?

Nico pushed any negative thoughts to the back of his mind as he went and got ready. Will must’ve had an early shift at the infirmary or something. Or maybe he’s giving Nico a day to sleep in for once, seeing as he complains about being up early every day. He hasn’t slept in till 11 in quite some time. He decides to head to the pavilion and see if he can still get food, even if it’s not lunch time yet. Maybe then he can skip actual lunch and train in the arena since no one will be there.

When he opens his door, there’s a note on the ground with a giant sun on it.

Solace, he suppresses a smile and rolls his eyes at the crudely drawn sun with a smiley face in it.

Gooooood morning, Sunshine!

I don’t even know if it’ll still be morning when you read this, but anyway, I let you sleep in today because I had to cover someone’s shift at the infirmary along with my own all morning.

As an apology for not forcing you awake, I wrote a haiku :)

Love, Will

Nico gets caught on that last part. He said love… Nico can only see those words, casually written by Will, who doesn’t even see how it could mean so much to Nico. It’s just a typical sign-off, don’t look into it. Nico shakes his head to clear his thoughts and remembers the rest of the note. He flips it over to read the most likely terrible haiku:

Find the green-eyed boy

Tell him “The sun will set soon”

Do it for me please :)

Nico doesn’t even think he understands what haikus should be, or that it’s more than a syllable pattern. Whatever, he reads it again anyways just to hear Will’s voice saying it to him (he’s got it so bad). On his third read through, he realizes that it’s actually telling him to do something. Green-eyed boy? He wonders. ‘Do it for me please’ Ugh, he thinks to himself. Will Solace can get away with nearly anything with Nico, all he has to do is ask and Nico will eventually give in. With an eye roll, Nico leaves his cabin to find Percy. If this is some big joke and I end up wet, Solace is gonna get it.


After stopping at the pavilion for an apple, Nico heads to the Poseidon cabin. He had considered shadow travelling there, if not just because he knows Solace would hate it, but decided against it. He doesn’t want to accidentally stumble upon Percy and Annabeth ever again. Ever. When he knocks, Percy cracks open the door and peeks out through the crack.

“What’s the password?” Percy says in an unnecessary whisper. He’s one of those people who don’t even know how to whisper, so Nico doesn’t know why he bothers trying.

“Percy, what’s going on,” Nico deadpans.

“Passsswoooord.” He’s as stubborn and stupid as ever, Nico thinks.

“Ugh,” he pulls out the paper, “‘The sun will set soon.’ It’s like midday, who came up with this—” Nico is cut off as Percy yanks him through the door and shuts it quickly. The cabin is pitch black and Nico starts feeling anxious. He didn’t think anything was going to happen, so he didn’t exactly mentally prepare for an attack.

“Percy, what the—”

“SURPRISE!!!!!!” The lights suddenly come on and Nico is momentarily blinded and deafened by the shouting. Instinctively, he grabs his sword and swings out, ready to fight off whatever has caught him off guard. When his senses catch up to him, he registers a certain son of Apollo standing in front of him looking shocked and holding a sign that has now been sliced in half.

“Uhhh Death Boy? Mind putting that away? I spent a long time on this birthday sign and I don’t want anything else to be cut in half, namely me.” Will blushed slightly, giving Nico a shy smile and that look that always gets Nico to do what he says.

“What in the Hades is going on, Solace?” Nico sheaths his sword and looks around, taking in the balloons, banners with his name on it, and all his friends, who look both alarmed and amused at the same time.

“Um, hello? It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday, Nico!!” Will drops the two halves of the sign to the ground in favor of throwing his arms up and grinning like he won the lottery.

As Nico tries to process this information, Percy comes up from behind and throws his arm across Nico’s shoulders.

“Bro, it’s a celebration of the day you were born! You know, your birthday. Come on, lighten up! Solace here put it all together and somehow kept from telling you,” Percy snickered at the last part.

Will’s face turned red with both frustration and embarrassment as he said, “I can keep a secret! Besides, we all worked to make this happen. So, let’s have fun!” With that, everyone cheered and started milling about, music playing in the background of happy conversations. Will grabbed Nico’s hand, much to Nico’s embarrassment, and pulled him along to show him around the party. As Will excitedly chatted about all the planning they had done (it really is amazing that Nico had no idea, Will is such a blabbermouth), Nico marveled at the fact that it was his birthday. He didn’t even remember it himself, and yet here was Will and his friends, hoping to make Nico’s day special. He looked around at all the decorations and all his friends, who looked genuinely happy to be there. Nico may have moved on from believing that he had no friends, but sometimes he couldn’t even fathom what great friends he had.

His birthdays in the past had been filled with self-hate and regret – hating that he was born, regretting his actions that caused others pain, things of that sort. Even today, he felt that somewhere in his mind, he knew it was his birthday, but he didn’t want to think about it because he knew that he’d just have those negative thoughts, as always.

“Hey,” Will pulled Nico from his thoughts, a look of concern under his gentle smile, “You okay? You haven’t said anything yet. Is the party okay? Is it too much? It’s too much, isn’t it. I knew I should’ve put up less decorations. I was too excited. Ugh and you probably don’t appreciate the little suns everywhere, but it’s all the Apollo cabin had—”

“Will,” Nico cut him off, “It’s incredible. Sorry, I was just thinking… I really appreciate you and everyone else, you know, going through all this trouble for me. I didn’t even realize today… I mean normally… how did you even know?” Nico couldn’t get out words properly, he didn’t know how to express the extreme gratitude he felt.

Will only grinned, “I’m your doctor – of course I know when your birthday is, Death Boy. And I wasn’t about to let your special day go uncelebrated.”

Nico scoffed, “Special day… my whole life has been a mess. I don’t know if the day of my birth should be celebrated all that much.”

“No, you don’t get to say that.” Will stopped Nico and stood in front of him, a frown on his lips. “You are a hero and a fantastic friend to everyone here. Without you, many of us, probably even the whole camp, wouldn’t be here. I am extremely grateful that you were born today, however many years ago, because I—” Will seemed to choke on his words, turning red in the process.

“Because you…? Are you okay?” Nico was just confused now, having no idea why Will cut himself off.

“Because I… get to do this!” With that, Will lunged forward and swiped frosting across Nico’s cheek. Nico was so caught off guard, he stood there for a good 3 seconds as Will laughed, gaining the attention of those around him. Then Nico narrowed his eyes, found the cake, grabbed a handful, and flung it right at Will’s face so that frosting and a chunk of cake slid down his cheek.

“FROSTING FIGHT!” Percy was the first to jump at the cake, resulting in an all-out frosting war.

By the end, everyone was covered in frosting and chocolate cake and giggling like maniacs. Even Nico had jumped in, shadow traveling a few times to get the jump on people.

Once everyone calmed down a bit, Will came up to Nico with a clump of cake and frosting on a plate and a single candle shoved in it.

“We still have to sing to the birthday boy,” Will said with a shy smile. Nico offered his own small smile as everyone gathered around and sang “Happy Birthday” to Nico. Nico thought about each face that was smiling at him, ending on the face of Will Solace, who beamed the brightest out of them all.

“Make a wish, Nico,” Will said gently, once the song had finished.

Looking up at that face, Nico knew what to wish for. He had a great life – far from perfect, but pretty great. He had almost everything he wanted, just one thing was missing.

He closed his eyes, and he blew out the candle.

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...the little things...

Hi all!

It’s been a while since I posted something this massive, but with the new episode airing soon, I thought it might be a good time to bring up a subject that has been floating about many Gravity Falls fanbases.

Over the last few weeks, as the mysteries of the show become unraveled, a lot of people have been noticing that references to Dipper’s crush on Wendy have been appearing more frequently.

The point I wish to make is that:

“Why is it that people are only noticing this now?“

In the following, I wish to present small notices and details I have picked up on through the second season.  By no means, am I stating that (Wendip as the fans call it) is back on, so hang a sec before you hit that reblog button and send me hate mail.  All I am doing is pointing out things I believe to be important, yet greatly overlooked.  It is up to you to decide an answer for yourselves.

At the end of the episode, “Into the Bunker,” Wendy and Dipper have a heart-to-heart, in which while she explains that she is too old for him, Wendy makes it apparent that the boy does have some meaning in her life.  Despite the bittersweet scene, the show really hasn’t gone on from that point with these two, reducing their screen time together dramatically (save for one line in “Sock Opera” and Wendy bailing on taking Dipper to his first rock concert in “The Love God” due to the drama caused by Robbie and Tambry having a relationship).

But before we explore further, it’s just as important to analyze Wendy’s overall growth in character, as she is first presented to us as a typical lazy teenager in “Tourist Trapped.”  In the episode, “The Inconveniencing,” her role grows to that of the perfect-placed-on-a-pedestal-crush, while also showing off her athleticism and massive charisma. 

It is by the show’s end that we begin to see a bit of change in her.  As the ghosts attack, we start to notice chinks in her seemingly-invincible armor:

…as well as noticing that deep down, behind her attitude and mischievous nature…

Wendy does have a kind heart, especially when concerning a certain little guy…

I’d like to think of such things as seeing glimpses of who Wendy is deep down, but we’ll see more of that in future episodes.

One of the new things that we learn about Wendy in the second season is that she appears to have a somewhat pessimistic or even distrusting nature of certain foreign (as in “unfamiliar”) people and places.  (the secret kingdom of the unicorns, for example)

Heck, Wendy didn’t even seem to trust the unicorn with her worn-out boots.

But, all of that seems to fade away with time spend with her extended family, especially the Pines twins.  I had such high hopes when at the beginning of the new season, Wendy seemed to encourage, and even help Dipper with his inquisitive nature (much to her favor in playing mischievously), only for her screen time with him to fade away after the admission of his crush,

And while not to change the subject, I found it very interesting that “someone else” used that same nickname for our boy…

…but that’s a topic for another time, as “The Love God” shows us that Wendy also has a jealous side as well.

As hinted before in the first season, “Society of the Blind Eye” tells us directly that the “cool and calming” facade is totally fabricated; that the real Wendy is more complex and even nerve-wrecked…

It should be noted that we are never told how Wendy (and Mabel) got themselves caught by the Blind Eye Society.  But consider the idea that Dipper was captured first (along with Soos)…

Unlike the ghost attack in the Dusk2Dawn where she turned to Dipper to save the day, Wendy proved herself to be quite the capable fighter in “Into the Bunker.”  Her finest hour, however, was shown anytime “a certain someone” was threatened/in danger.  After all, how many people would throw themselves in front of a monster multiple times for someone that could care less about?

One would guess that she cares for Dipper in some capacity, considering that she has a picture of him mounted above her bedpost:

However, this doesn’t mean that the growth is exclusive to Dipper’s perspective.  There are several examples of Wendy giving sage advice to Mabel throughout Season 2 (such as the ultra-pro-feminist speech in “The Last Mabelcorn - not saying it as a bad thing, folks; if anything, I consider it one of GF’s finest sequences).  Her encouraging words and actions seem to try to forceful on Mabel, as if to toughen her up and make her more confident versus the sometimes protective side she shows Dipper:

In this case, I want to reference the advice about dating that is brought up in “Society of the Blind Eye.”

This is a kind of ironic choice of words, considering that Wendy’s dating history could easily rival that of this (other) cutie pie posted below.

Why tell Mabel such a message?  Maybe something has changed where Wendy doesn’t see dating as such a big deal?

Even more so, in “Soos and the Real Girl,” when Stan offers up his sarcastic opinion about Soos’s date-ability, Wendy doesn’t go to the same lengths as she did to spare Dipper’s feelings, choosing to hide behind her current reading material.

Funny enough, even after the pun has passed, we continue to see Wendy reading the “Avoid Eye Contact Monthly” magazine all throughout the show.  Such a reading material choice is interesting, as one might ask, “Who would she be trying to avoid?“

…while remembering that if she had noticed this guy’s eyes, Wendy might have realized that Dipper wasn’t “truly himself…”

…nor notice as the possessed Bipper kept taking direct peeks at her McGuppies…

“in Blendin’s game,” Dipper bumps into a five-year-old Wendy, to which her friend Tambry (to her chagrin) reveals that she likes the newfound boy before her.  So many questions could arise for this moment; is this why Wendy has a soft spot for Dipper in the present?  Or did Dipper change the past and we just don’t realize it yet?  (Fuck, the rules of time travel sucks…)

And of course, Mabel has to open her big mouth and say something stupid to ruin the moment.  After all, it isn’t like Dipper likes to bother and tease her about her failed love life

“Oh, what ever happened to Mermando?”

Speaking of, the climax of “The Love God” has a nice little twist to it.  Desperate to defeat the twins, the Love God hits them with a potion of “Heartbreak’s Past.”  While Mabel seems to be occupied by all her former loves…

Dipper simply punches his way through the haze and laughs it off.  If Wendy did really break his heart, wouldn’t she have appeared in his vision?

and so, we come to the last few weeks, where the topic has been clearly addressed out loud instead of giving random hints.

The most apparent from “The Last Mabelcorn.”  Notice for a second that Dipper seems to look straight at the viewer as he asks us to forget this most secret of thoughts.  Sure, we can take it as a joke, but the next frame kinda sets the tone for his comment:

Perhaps the most unusual evidence (to me, at least) was the actual talk between the two at the end of “Into the Bunker.”  If there’s one thing I love about the animation process of this show, it’s how the creators make the characters’ expressions so vivid and yet, almost life-like. 

However, the scene in which Wendy gives Dipper her answer always stuck out to me for some reason.  The mixture of sadness, doubt, hesitation, and even a bit of gloom found on her face reminded me of something that I originally couldn’t put my finger on - I had seen this same expression before.

After a while, it did come to mind…

it reminded me of the climax of “The Inconveniencing,” where the teens gang up on Dipper, and shortly afterwards, Wendy reluctantly joins them.

So, what does this all mean?  Maybe something; maybe nothing at all.  Don’t get me wrong - I’m not saying “let’s go pick out a maid of honor dress for Mabel,” but at the same time, all these things were planned for a reason…

and why is this important?  Because a certain isosceles demi-god’s endgame is shortly coming into play…

And if you blink, you might miss his very first choice for a new vessel…

…someone very close to Dipper, the second guardian of the rift (since Ford’s mind is now protected by the steel plate in his head)…

it’s only during the second turn-around of “available choices” that this person’s identity is revealed…

So, does this mean that our favorite lumberjane’s days are numbered?  Maybe not, since Ford explains that certain moonstones are used to keep Bill at bay.

And that seems to be a nice crystal in Wendy’s window that overlooks her as she sleeps.  So, maybe she does have a fighting chance…

But then again..

We never did find out what this was all about, did we?

Again, I don’t mean to bust people’s stones or give false hope, but it’s times like these that the GF fanbase has to stop looking at the details less like this guy…

…and more like this guy below…

What do you think will happen?

A Guide On How To Properly Promote Your Roleplay

The roleplaying community has changed and is always changing. We’ve gone from complex apps and literate roleplays to appless roleplays and roleplays that die out quickly. It seems rare now to find a roleplay that lasts past a month, and sometimes roleplays don’t even get off the ground because they don’t get the apps that they need. Sometimes though, it’s not the type of roleplay you’re trying to open or keep active, nor are you completely doing things wrong as an admin. A lot of it comes down to promoting. I give opinions a lot and see shoutouts and the like come through my inbox, and the first thing that always strikes me and is my biggest complaint is that people don’t know how to promote anymore. Now, I’m not an expert, but I did have a roleplay that originally lasted around two years and a roleplay before that that lasted nearly a year. I like to think that I’ve done something right in order to keep them around for that long. This is a guide for admins who are just starting out and are unsure how to promote, and it’s for veteran admins who might not know what they’re doing wrong. Really, this is for admins in general. Do yourselves a favor – take some tips and tricks from this and prevent your roleplay from dying out. Give it a fighting chance – I’m going to show you how to do just that if you keep on reading. This includes image examples that you can follow in order to create your own promos as well! If you found this useful in any way, give it a like and reblog, and spread the knowledge around to help other admins out!

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ask me all time low songs!!

The Three Words to Remember in Dealing with the End

Hit the Lights (Tribute to a Night, I’ll Never Forget) - do you remember the best night of your life? what happened?

The Next Best Thing - what have you always wanted? did you ever get it?

Last Flight Home - have you ever been in an airplane before?

Memories That Fade Like Photographs - best memory from when you were a kid?

The Party Scene

The Party Scene (tps) - what is your blood type?

Lullabies (tps) - longest you’ve slept at one time?

Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies - what do you want to be remembered for?

Circles - what is your perfect pizza?

We Say Summer - what’s your favorite season of the year?

Break Out! Break Out! (tps) - have you ever called 911?

Running from Lions (tps) - do you get along with your family?

I Can’t Do the One-Two Step - can you dance well?

The Girl’s a Straight-Up Hustler (tps) - have you ever been in love?

Sticks, Stones, and Techno - what’s your favorite song?

Put Up or Shut Up

Coffee Shop Soundtrack - if you could be any age for a week, what age would it be?

Break Out! Break Out! - have you ever been pulled over by a cop?

The Girl’s a Straight-Up Hustler - how long did your most recent relationship last?

Jasey Rae - what type of music do you listen to?

The Party Scene - what did you do for your latest birthday?

Running from Lions - what’s your favorite movie?

Lullabies - how many pillows do you sleep with?

So Wrong, It’s Right

This Is How We Do - where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Let It Roll - do you like surprises?

Six Feet Under the Stars - are you interested in space?

Holly (Would You Turn Me On?) - what are your hobbies?

The Beach - what is your ideal vacation?

Dear Maria, Count Me In - ever had a secret admirer?

Remembering Sunday - are you religious?

Vegas - are you an introvert or extrovert?

Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last for a Night) - do you daydream often?

Come One, Come All - do you like having attention drawn to you?

Poppin’ Champagne - best New Years Eve memory?

Nothing Personal

Weightless - how would your friends describe you?

Break Your Little Heart - have you ever broken up with someone?

Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t) - have you ever had sex?

Lost In Stereo - do you listen to your music quietly or full volume?

Stella - do you have a nickname? what is it?

Sick Little Games - 

Hello Brooklyn - have you ever been out of your state/country?

Walls -

Too Much - who are your OTP?

Keep the Change, You Filthy Animal - what do you do to stay in shape?

A Party Song (The Walk of Shame) - have you ever been hungover?

Therapy - have you ever had a therapy session?

Poison - have you ever had food poisoning?

Dirty Work

Do You Want Me (Dead?) - how many languages can you speak?

I Feel Like Dancin’ - ever danced with someone?

Forget About It - do you have memories you wish you could delete?

Guts - have you ever had surgery?

Time-Bomb - who knows you the best?

Just the Way I’m Not - have you ever pretended to be someone else?

Under A Paper Moon - do you have good drawing skills?

Return the Favor - what song sums you up?

No Idea - make up a question.

That Girl - if you could go back in time & change one thing, what would it be?

Heroes - who is your biggest role model?

Get Down On Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me - list two pet peeves.

My Only One - do you plan on getting married?

Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass - what do you want for christmas?

Bad Enough For You - what do you do for a living?

Don’t Panic: It’s Longer Now

The Reckless and The Brave - have you ever broken the law?

Backseat Serenade - do you have your driver’s license?

If These Sheets Were States - do you miss someone?

Somewhere In Neverland - would you run away with the person you love?

So Long Soldier - have one of your family members ever been in the military?

The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver - have you ever had a near death experience?

To Live and Let Go - have you ever lost someone close to you?

Outlines - can you write stories well?

Thanks to You - what’s the last movie you watched?

For Baltimore - what city do you want to live in?

Paint You Wings - do you want the ability to fly?

So Long, and Thanks for All the Booze - have you ever had alcohol?

A Love Like War - have you ever fought with a significant other?

Me Without You (All I Ever Wanted) - have you ever been in a one sided relationship?

Canals - can you swim?

Oh Calamity! - would you take back one of your exes if you could?

Future Hearts

Satellite - what’s your worst habit?

Kicking and Screaming - have you ever been so angry that you physically harmed someone?

Something’s Gotta Give - what TV character are you most like?

Kids In The Dark - what book changed your life?

Runaways - have you ever run away from home?

Missing You - do you wish you were with someone right now?

Cinderblock Garden - what’s instruments do you play?

Tidal Waves - have you ever been to the beach?

Don’t You Go - have you ever dyed your hair an unnatural color?

Bail Me Out - have you ever been arrested?

Dancing With A Wolf - what kind of pets have you owned?

The Edge of Tonight - have you ever stayed up all night?

Old Scars / Future Hearts - who’s your favorite celebrity?

Bottle and a Beat - what’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?

Your Bed - what’s your idea of a perfect first date?

How The Story Ends - if you could be one thing from history, what would it be?


Actors - what’s your dream job?

Alejandro - how many people have you dated?

Art of the State - who is your favorite artist?

Elastic Heart - which one book do you wish they taught in schools?

Fool’s Holiday - favorite holiday?

Light the Way - who would play you in a movie about your life?

Living the Dream - what do you want your future to be like?

My Paradise - what’s the coolest story about yourself?

Painting Flowers - can you paint well?

The Worst Kind of Lullaby - can you sing?

Time to Break Up - what was your worst relationship like?

Toxic Valentine - have you ever had a valentine?

True Colors - what’s your favorite color?

Umbrella - day or night?

We All Fall Down - have you ever broken a bone before?