if you're reading this you've got a sense of how wonderful she is

mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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hamswritingtho  asked:

When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)

Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!

BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3

When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.

“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”

“Man, don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.

“You two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”

Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.

At the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”

Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.

“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”

Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”

“The fact that you need to specify-”

“Rhys.”

He holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive - never mind that it’s only one apple.

Romaine… baby greens… organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.

She looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not be considering beyond her present wishes.

Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”

“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

She chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the salad options.

“About… not being too prepared.”

“Too prepared?”

The misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise. “Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the cart.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”

“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.

“What’s wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll protect you.”

“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.

“Feyre,” Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think they’ll appreciate us-”

“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”

Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”

“I asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever managed.

“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about kids all of a sudden?”

Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

Rhys pulls Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it? You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up with, we’ll be well fed.”

Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”

“No, I really can’t-”

“Get that out of your nose!”

Both Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.

Feyre grimaces. “At least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”

“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.

Feyre looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for spring.

Send me a prompt + otp or brotp and I’ll write a drabble!

Fire Emblem: Awakening Sentence Starters
  • "Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I'll come back when you're done playing."
  • "I'm not playing! This is serious!"
  • "Seroiusly... childish? Seriously... embarrassing?"
  • "Seriously none of your business. Seriously."
  • "Okay, just stop. You're not even sighing. You're just saying the word 'sigh'."
  • "You're guaranteed to lose 100% of the jousts you never attend, my friend."
  • "Perhaps you should name your next move 'Eternal Chastity'."
  • "Sure, why not? I've got the perfect teacher for it right in front of me!"
  • "Why, you little--!"
  • "Few things in life would give me greater satisfaction than to knock you on your rear, but one of us has to be the adult here, and it's obviously not going to be you."
  • "That's right. Walk away. You just keep right on walking... Jerk."
  • "Oh, look. The little boy is playing with his dolls again."
  • "Do you see dolls here? No you don't! That's cause this is serious business!"
  • "I'm honing my psyche so I can grapple with nefarious beasts of the night."
  • "Well, at least you'll be grappling with something tonight."
  • "Oh, real mature."
  • "Is this your diary? It's filled with bad drawings of heroes and their weapons."
  • "Don't! The Manual of Justice is more than your mortal eyes can handle!"
  • "Oh, that's just adorable! You even named the book and everything!"
  • "Page 1: _______. When danger nears, his sword hand twitches and his eyes turn red."
  • "Give it baaaaaack!"
  • "Why are you doing this to me? We're supposed to be allies!"
  • "Oh, you drew flames around this name! Does that affect the pronunciation?"
  • "Either stop reading or just stick a sword in me and be done with it."
  • "I'll say this: your bizarre fantasy world is certainly... robust."
  • "A sword is just a sword, you know? But a sword with a name is an ally!"
  • "Remind me again how this is mental warfare and not just you being mental?"
  • "A weapon with a strong name makes the wielder feel strong, too!"
  • "That kinda makes sense... which scares me."
  • "______, these are just the names of the girls who spurned your advances."
  • "Gods, there must be two hundred names on this thing!"
  • "Another day, another rejection."
  • "How long will it take womankind to realize my many, many charms?!"
  • "I saw this tiny flower bloomin' by the roadside and I got a little misty..."
  • "Wh-whyyyy? *sniff* Hooow?! Tell me... Tell me it's all a bad dream!"
  • "Gods, pull yourself together, man! You've been sobbin' for an hour."
  • "Everything was going fine until you ruined it, ruiner!"
  • "I just don't understand why it made the ladies fall all over you! ...and start ignoring me, I might add!"
  • "How is sobbing over a flower dreamy?!"
  • "Listening to you is stressful."
  • "I wonder if _____ would mind if I stabbed him..."
  • "Persistence is my greatest strength, you know!"
  • "It's pronounced 'tragic flaw'."
  • "'Oooh, ______! You're so mysterious!' 'Your mask is soOoOO dreamy, ______!' You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!"
  • "She did not want me to leave. She was... stronger than she looked. I've never been so manhandled."
  • "I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED!!"
  • "Wait, were you flirting just now? Was I just hit on?!"
  • "I have nothing but the most platonic of respects for you."
  • "Your philandering is quite deplorable, but high marks on your attitude!"
  • "Ooh, let me guess! You hit on a pretty girl, and she shot you down?"
  • "Ha! Everyone thinks they know, _______. Well they don't know squat! ... But yes. That's what happened."
  • "How goes the philandering?"
  • "A girl agreed to join me for tea, and I was on cloud nine! But she spiked my drink and robbed me blind while I was out cold! She even took the shirt off my back! ...Left the pants, though."
  • "Wait. You're fighting a war to impress GIRLS?!"
  • "I'm not good with praise, you know? I'm used to rejection!"
  • "This is going to haunt me to the grave! The grave, I say!"
  • "Yes, you just happened to find yourself hiding in a barrel. What ARE the chances?"
  • "PLEASE stop trying to spy on me while I practice! You've climbed trees, hidden under bridges, painting yourself in ridiculous camouflage..."
  • "The time you jumped out from the waterfall nearly gave me a waterfall in my pants!"
  • "...You died before we got that far."
  • "I always used to practice beside your grave."
  • "I'd try to imagine what you'd say as you watch me. What I could fix..."
  • "I could hear it all in my head as I danced. But I just wanted to hear it aloud..."
  • "The me in the future might have left, but I swear, this me is here to stay!"
  • "So you're taking a breaking from chasing girls, to talk with me about... chasing girls?"
  • "...You get slapped a lot, don't you?"
  • "Oh yeah, all the time. I mean, when I'm not getting kneed in the groin."
  • "I'm a man of passion!"
  • "This is your last dance!"
A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1: ...so, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room
Favourite fanfic sentence meme
  • "I didn't know we were in the business of deciding who gets rights and who doesn't,"
  • "How is having accidentally told your girlfriend that you've been in love with your best friend for years the least of your worries?"
  • ‘I want a divorce, and ______ really wants one too, she just don't know it yet. Can you help?’
  • “Could you stop trying to make me despise myself, because I already do, all right?”
  • “The I’m going to miss you part was all right. I think you went a little off the rails after that.”
  • "Are you saying my entire career is an example of what my cousin – when he’s being particularly irritating and reading political theory – would call unearned privilege?”
  • "I get the impression they’re perfectly happy to engage in dirty play as long as it doesn’t look like it ..."
  • Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that we wouldn’t work as friends if you were pining away for me half as hard as you’ve always thought you were?”
  • "Innocent or guilty isn’t ever a technicality. It’s the most important difference in the world.”
  • "Just pretend to agree with the person you’re talking with, regardless of what they have to say. They won’t be expecting you to have opinions, in any case."
  • "I want to meet this person who has apparently set your mind running in directions where it has never run before.”
  • "Truth is truth / To the end of reckoning"
  • “I think we just arrested an innocent man.”
  • "You ought to be both asleep and in a cell, preferably the padded kind.”
  • “You want me to go where and ask who about what? But why?”
  • "Eh, the body is over there. Mea culpa."
  • “If illusions are the only thing that keep us from jumping off of bridges, most of the time ... you do wonder what truth is actually worth.”
  • "I think more students are concerned with their funding and future prospects than aesthetics."
  • "Just ... be gentle. For however long the two of you are together. And afterward.”
  • "They never really get angry with me— usually they assume it's your fault and let me pass."
  • "I suspect that dutiful facade conceals a wicked sense of irony."
  • “Any chance you're close to making an arrest?”
  • “Well, you could have been more specific, it’s not like there’s a shortage of potential deal-breakers that run in the family.”
  • ‘We didn’t really mind them that much. They were miserly and morose, but otherwise not that bad, as relatives go.’
  • "I think I want something much bigger than what I can have. Maybe my children will have it, someday.”
  • “If we had a pact, it was for your sake. Never mine."
  • “I don’t think nice would suit you at all, not in the long run."
  • “Oh. I guess I never thought – I don’t think about you as protecting me.”
  • What I mean, I guess, is ... I know we haven’t got much more time together, and I don’t want to waste that time on ... things that don’t matter.
  • “I hate flow charts. They don’t leave any <i>scope for creativity.”</i>
  • “I love flow charts. They don’t leave any scope for <i>creativity.”</i>
  • “I don’t have any confidence in your judgment."
  • "You have the worst judgment of anyone I’ve ever met. Give me some credit: I wouldn’t follow you anywhere I wasn’t willing to go."
  • "Do you mind if I ask why your cousin wanted to kill you?”
  • "I don’t want to be stuck in a flat full of potatoes that remind me of you, because ... potatoes don’t go at all well with heartache."
  • "Apples can be romantic under certain circumstances. Potatoes just aren’t.”
Eight Hours Ago

Jily AU Week, Day 3 | Historical AU / Modern-Day AU
On a flight over the Atlantic, all Lily wants to do is keep to herself, but her talkative neighbor causes a shift in priorities 
Beta: the illustrious Nai | (ff.net)

‘Cause all I know is we said, “Hello.”
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name
Everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

-Everything Has Changed (Taylor Swift, feat. Ed. Sheeran)


Lily Evans tapped her foot impatiently, standing in line at Starbucks. The very tall, very messy boy in front of her was taking a ridiculous amount of time, not to mention that he had slipped in front of her with just an apologetic look. The barista behind the counter was fluttering her lashes quite ridiculously, part of the hold up. The other part was he apparently liked to hear himself and would not shut up.

Finally he paid and left, and she stepped up to the machine. 'One vanilla latte, please. Grande.’

'Hmm?’ The barista asked, tearing her eyes away from the previous customer with a starry look in her eyes. Lily sighed and repeated her order. 'And hurry, please. My plane is about to board.’ She handed over her money, dropped the change in the tip box and moved out of line to the pickup.

She stood next to the afore-mentioned messy boy and noticed that the barista had added a heart at the end of his name. She sighed again and reached for her coffee.

As she straightened, the boy whirled around and knocked straight into her. Coffee went flying everywhere, but the majority splashed down onto her shirt.

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daenystormborn-deactivated20141  asked:

this is random but you know how a lot of people think that when rose says "and the baby" and ten is like "you're not...?" he's wondering if she's pregnant with HIS kid, what are your thoughts on this?

lol I do not believe this for a second alas, people have tried valiantly to argue that with me but it is not a reading I can get behind on any level. The biggest point I guess is that I don’t believe Ten and Rose were having sex during s2 so I do not think that Ten thought she was pregnant with his alien baby through hand-holding. The other thing is that if it WAS a possibility that Rose was pregnant with his kid, I think it would be uncharacteristically cruel of Rose to tease him with this possibility, in the midst of their last-ever conversation. ‘PS I’m totally pregnant with your baby you’ll never meet! …just kidding!’ No way man.

My immediate interpretation of the scene when I first saw it, and the one that still makes the most sense to me, is that he interprets her as being pregnant with Mickey’s child, because this discussion follows on the heels of him saying “you’ve still got Mr Mickey, then”. And I think he is on some level hurt by the idea that Rose would move on so quickly and go back to Mickey, and Rose is offended enough by the notion that she ribs him about it (ambiguously bringing up the baby after he asks if she’s with Mickey, much like “I’m back working in the shop”).