in other news i am having way too much fun with these pens


April’s Featured Game: ARCADEA

GENRE: Fantasy, Adventure, Puzzle
SUMMARY: In the world of Arcadea, people can accomplish their dreams. How? Through video games of course! Everybody who lives in Arcadea has a special arcade machine they can visit in their dreams that lets them fulfill their strongest wishes. Whether it’s to go on an adventure, or make friends, or fall in love, or solve a mystery, or completely start a new life, there’s a game made just for them..
The game follows Maisie, a new arrival to Arcadea. She’s not very interested in all this gaming stuff; her only goal is to find an important person. But along the way, she can’t help but be roped into other people’s problems. She also can’t help that the arcade machines seem to glitch around her. A lot.

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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anonymous asked:

Hi there :) I love your take on andreil and I wondered if you would write something about Andrew being jealous/possessive of Neil? I always read fics where it's Neil in this situation.. thank u!! :)

i come bearing gifts, my wonderful anon. this was way too much fun to write. thank you for your request! also on AO3

send me prompts :)

“Kevin called today just to say that he’s emailing me extra drills to add to my training regimen. Because apparently I’m getting slower? Whatever. I told him to fuck off, but like that’s ever worked before,” Neil concludes. Andrew makes a vague sound of agreement, but since they’re on the phone, Neil has a hard time judging just how uninterested Andrew really is.

“Anyway,” Neil says, “I met up with Travis after practice to work on plays. He actually knows his shit, you know? He has this idea to keep Wilson back so that Singh can have better control of the line, and it’s genius. Singh is obviously superior when it comes to—”

“Travis?” Andrew interrupts him, suddenly sounding a good bit more attentive.

“Yeah, Travis Patterson. The one from the University of Texas?” Neil waits for some kind of acknowledgement but continues anyway when he gets none. “He’s easily our best backliner, aggressive as hell but knows where to draw the line. And he’s smart too, like he actually thinks before he makes a move. Which is rare.” Neil rolls his eyes at the general state of talent in the Professional Exy League, even though Andrew can’t see him. If he could, he would probably just glare and call Neil a junkie, so maybe it’s for the best. “I think we’re meeting up again on Thursday to go over specifics, make sure everything will really click before I try to implement the switch at practice,” Neil says, almost to himself. He gets up from the couch and makes his way into his bedroom, opening the top drawer on his nightstand and reaching for the stack of orange sticky notes in the back corner. He jots down “Travis - Thursday @ 7:00” and heads to the kitchen to press it to the refrigerator until it holds.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Andrew asks out of nowhere.

“I have a home game on Saturday afternoon, and then that charity event thing on Sunday…” Neil says, and it almost comes out as a question. Andrew knows this already. His team is off this weekend, but Neil’s schedule is so booked that they agreed it wasn’t worth the five hour plane ride.

“I’m coming. I can be there Saturday morning. 9:35,” Andrew states.

“Uh,” Neil blanks a bit out of shock but decides not to question it. Like he would ever complain. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Andrew says, disinterested tone back in full force.

“Hey, are you—” Neil begins, but Andrew has already hung up.

It isn’t abnormal for them to hang up without a proper goodbye, but there is usually at least a bit more ceremony to it. Neil shrugs to himself, chalking it up to Andrew being Andrew.

Andrew fucking hates flying.

This is news to no one. So this spontaneous five hour flight with only two days of mental preparation may seem ill-advised. And it is. Andrew knows that it is. But he hits “confirm” to book it anyway, cursing himself every step of the way. But he could only listen to Neil go on and on about Travis for so long before he cracked.

Andrew knows exactly who Travis is. Travis William Patterson, 27 years old, 6’3” backliner from middle of nowhere, Texas, current starter for the Boston Hurricanes, #9. As a matter of fact, Andrew is looking at him right now. ESPN is showing Exy highlights from last weekend, and Neil’s team just happens to be up at this very moment.

The Neil on screen has just performed some ridiculous move that absolutely should not have ended with a goal but somehow did, and he is immediately met with high-fives from his teammates and an affectionate-looking hug from Travis. Andrew can most certainly be objective, and this exchange looks pretty platonic. But Andrew is also a man attracted to men, and he has to admit that Travis is good looking. Really good looking. He’s got that whole good ol’ boy, yes ma’am/no sir, homegrown Southern cowboy appeal. If you’re into that. Which Andrew definitely isn’t, and he doesn’t think Neil is either.

Andrew knows that Neil isn’t the cheating type, but that doesn’t stop Andrew from feeling just a little possessive over him. He and Neil have been together for eight years now, so Andrew probably has nothing to worry about. And yet here he is, watching several hundred dollars drain from his bank account thanks to this impromptu flight.

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Finding Closure (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,809 (Jean-Ralphio voice: “I’m the wooooorst!”)

Warnings: angst, language, car trouble, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of bad home life, revisiting childhood home, tw: seizures (mention), medical emergency (mention)

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

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becauseforoncethisisme  asked:

So, um, I still apologize for accidentally sending you a spiral into multiple tens of thousands of words in an AU, but any chance of a snippet from that? Because I am curious about where it's going.

No apologies necessary, friend, I’m having a ton of fun writing this beast actually.

For everyone else who may be confused, something like two months ago (lol I take forever to write anything), @becauseforoncethisisme innocently sent me an ask about what would happen if Padme had a younger sister who was Force sensitive, and would Anakin go looking for her in the Jedi Order?

I started answering that ask on tumblr, until I realized it was getting way too long to post as an ask, so I transferred it to Word, and then I realized it was turning into an actual fic and…now it’s 70 pages long and counting.

Perhaps inevitably, it’s ended up incorporating a lot of elements from other AUs I’ve talked about but haven’t actually written. There’s quite a lot of crossover with the Pen Pals AU especially (though I’m trying to keep things different in significant ways, because @queerladymacbeth is writing an awesome version of that AU here), and some influence from the Librarian Anakin AU, too.

Basically, you can think of this as Pen Pals with the addition of Aloo Darie, Jedi youngling from Naboo. Which leads to some key character differences, particularly for Padme, who in this universe saw her sister taken away by the Jedi, and who is therefore much more dubious about the Jedi from the beginning. And in other key differences, it turns out that an Anakin who grows up with strong (if secret) support from his mom, Kitster, Padme, and his culture and traditions…is actually a pretty chill person. And really fun to write.

So, enough rambling. Here’s a snippet that’s one of my favorite bits so far, set about a year before AOTC.

For someone who likes to talk about his family on Tatooine, Anakin knows a surprising amount about Naboo.

Maybe that’s not really surprising, though. He fought in the space battle there, when Master Kenobi killed the Sith Lord, and Aloo knows that the Supreme Chancellor, who is also from Naboo, likes to keep up with Anakin’s progress.

Aloo was born on Naboo. She knows that much from her records, and because, when she was ten, they were assigned a research unit on their birth cultures. It was very interesting. Aloo remembers being fascinated by some of the Naboo ideas about flowers.

And she guesses that the beautiful garden and its stone house, the ones she still sees in her dreams, must be on Naboo, too. Anakin says there are all kinds of gardens and green and wild places on Naboo, because there’s so much water. He says that like the idea of that much water is the most amazing thing in the universe.

He likes to talk about Naboo’s queen, too, and the things he says are so glowing that Aloo’s half convinced she can’t be real, that he’s making everything up. She sounds more like one of the clever girls in his desert stories than a real politician. But Aloo doesn’t mind. She likes all of his stories, but she especially likes the ones about Queen Amidala, because they feel like stories meant just for her.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine there being major controversy because they found a photo or his sketchbook and it's "not what Captain America stands for" and the media goes crazy

“Morning, Sweetheart,” Steve hears Bucky mumble.

Steve groans. He knows that he’s slept later today than he normally does, but his phone’s been vibrating almost constantly for hours. What’s the point of being able to silence these phones if they still make too much noise anyway? Steve makes a mental note to ask Sam about turning off his phone’s vibration later.

“Come on, wake up.”

“Why?” Steve doesn’t bother opening his eyes.

“Because,” Sam says, his footsteps coming closer to their bed. “You left your sketchbook at that coffee shop around the corner.”

“And?” Steve’s left it there a few times before. He doesn’t see what the big deal is now.

“And someone stole it,” Bucky says. “Now there’s more than one drawing of Sam and I naked on the internet.”


The reporter that Tony arranges for Steve to sit down and be interviewed by is from a website called Buzzfeed. Tony tells him that it’s a relatively liberal news outlet, thus making it the best option for Steve to “explain why his sketchbook was filled with dirty pictures of Barnes and Wilson. By the way, nice job nabbing those two, Cap. Were those portraits size-accurate? Okay, shutting up now. Have fun explaining your gay superhero throuple to the Internet!”

“Captain Rogers, can you confirm or deny that the drawings in the sketchbook were done by you?” The reporter- Shannon, clicks her pen.

“Yes. I did them,” Steve answers, easy as anything.

Her eyebrows fly to the top of her forehead. She must have been expecting him to deny it all. “Oh, well,” she clears her throat, obviously thrown off guard. “Could you tell me why you picked James Barnes and Sam Wilson to draw? Were they aware of the fact that you were drawing them?”

Steve chuckles a little, unable to stop himself. He remembers the night that he drew those sketches very clearly. “They were aware.” It was Sam and Bucky’s idea, actually. Steve figures he should leave that part out. “I picked them because we’re all in a relationship.”

Shannon blinks at him. “You’re in a polyamorous relationship? With two men?”

“Does that seem hard to believe?”

“Uh-” she starts but Steve cuts her off.

“It’s not that complicated. When two people are interested in each other they date, correct? I don’t see why it’s any different because I just so happen to be interested in two people instead of one. In fact, I think I’m pretty lucky. I found two guys that love me and I love them. Two amazing guys instead of one, or none.”


Steve just cuts her off again and keeps talking. He doesn’t much care what anyone has to say about his relationship, but if he sees one more “Captain America: voyer!” or “Is a gay Captain America what we really need?” headline without at least getting to say his piece he’s just going to scream.

“Or is the fact that I’m bisexual surprising you? Bisexuality isn’t anything new, Miss.”

“I know that.” She’s starting to look a little ruffled. “But there are quite a few people who are upset by that along with the,” she makes a sweeping gesture, “polyamory.”

“I’m not sure why. I was bisexual in the 1940s just the same as I am now. Plus, I’m not sure how the number of people I’m dating affects my ability to do my job.” Steve gives her his best ‘Captain America’ smile. “Don’t you agree?”

“Uh, yeah.” The reporter manages after some stuttering. “I think you do your job just fine, if my opinion matters at all.”

Steve says, “thank you. I happen to think so too.” Then he stands and offers her his hand. She takes it and drops her pen in the process. “I think that about covers it. Have a nice day ma'am. I have a date that I refuse to be late to.”

Steve walks to the exit of the building without making eye contact with a single person. Sam and Bucky said they would leave for dinner without him if he didn’t hurry. When he gets outside, there they are. Sam’s leaning against the side of the building while Bucky stands in front of him, talking animatedly with his hands about something. They both spot Steve and eye him carefully, trying to gauge how the interview went by Steve’s body language.

Steve smiles and wraps an arm around each of them. “You guys ready?”

anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.


(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3


I meant to post this yesterday but got caught up in the 4th of July festivities
Hope you guys like it anyway <3

Title: Photography
Pairing: Julian Albert x reader
Summary: After having you take photos of him for hours, Julian decides to flip the script and try his had at photography.
Word Count: 1,177
Warnings: None
Tagged: @kindnesswins @melconnor2007

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Darling, stop,“ Julian mumbles, holding up a hand to cover his face.

           Despite his requests, the shutter clicks again, capturing the moment. He rolls his eyes, but you just grin, lining up to take another shot of him.

           Julian turns his body away from you, shifting his paper work along the desk. Now that his face is out of your sight, Julian thinks you’ll stop taking pictures, but it’s the contrary. The light from the desk lamp was the only light in the scene and it cast a yellow hue over Julian’s perfectly pressed shirt.

           "Stay still,” you tell him, snapping a few more shots. You admire your handiwork from the display screen on the camera.

           Julian groans, setting down his pen. “Y/N, please. I’m trying to work,” he complains.

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ID #15693

Name: Remy
Age: 26
Country: France

My name is Remy and I currently live in France. I’ve been moving around a lot over the past few years (Wales, England, Ireland…) and decided to settle there for now, following a business opportunity. So here I am, living in a liminal space between countryside and city, enjoying the wild flowers and the bookstores.
I used to have penpals when I was in middle school and high school but those correspondences slowly faded away to disappear when I got to uni. Such a shame for I loved to take the time to share thoughts and news, pick nice stationery and give an artsy vibe to envelops. Recently, I came across an old stack of letters from that period and it got me really nostalgic of the time when my mailbox was filled with letters so I decided to get back to writing again.
I have a weird, eclectic set of interests and hobbies and hopefully I’ll find someone to share them with.

I read a lot of crime/mystery novels as well as anything on history or with a paranormal something to it and not necessarily recent or trendy. I also tend to re-read old favourites a lot, including but not limited to : Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Preston & Child, Bram Stocker, Edgar Allan Poe and Susan Hill. Romance and girly stories are not my cup of tea but I do appreciate non-fiction very much; anthropology, religions and occult books being my read of choice.

When it comes to TV series and movies, I don’t watch much and most of what I do watch are « old lady crime series » and horror movies. I don’t consider myself to have good taste in those area and to be honest, I don’t really like the trendier things on telly nowadays (I am deeply sorry to say that I do not find Game of Thrones entertaining for instance).

Music-wise, I listen mainly to 20s jazz, folk and world music and random tracks here and there. If I love music, I’m absolutely no expert and just listen to what suits my mood that day.

I do love cooking a lot. I have been a vegetarian for many years now and really enjoy coming up with recipes, experimenting with whatever is in season and sometimes try out vegan dishes. Sourcing properly what I cook is very important to me and I tend to go toward fair-trade/organic/locally made products that I can have fun cooking from scratch.

I adore thrift shopping and vintage everything, from clothes and jewellery to china, I think buying second hand is a great way to lower my carbon footprint as well. I often wander around flea markets and garage sales, looking for old jewellery, pieces of garment, nice fabrics, books and teacups to be filled with my favourite blend of Lapsang souchong.

I also press flowers, collect tarot decks, go hiking every now and then, enjoy stargazing and I am (very much) a cat person (I am currently owned by a lovely 15yo grumpy kitty, glaring at me for typing when I should be scratching his head).

What am I looking for in terms of exchanges ? Well, anything really. I’d love to share recipes and exchange flower seeds, discuss the little daily things or more profound reflections. I remember enjoying meeting new people through their letters very much as a kid and I hope I’ll get to experience that again.

Preferences: I am exclusively looking for someone to exchange snail mail with. I love to take the time to write a letter with pen and paper (or a typewriter) and go to the post office to send it. I know people find email very handy because of the instantness and I do too, love to have them at work but to me they lack the magic of a proper letter. Other than that, maybe someone close to my age or older (25+) as I have what many people qualify as « old lady’s interests ». Gender and country do not matter to me as I believe they are not the most relevant when it comes to someone’s character.

The Joker x Reader - “Dirty Details”

Frost is finally going on vacation for 2 weeks with his wife and you agreed to take care of his two boys. Mister J was hard to convince, but you always have your way in the end. You can be very…persuasive.

Best friends saga:

You love Jonny’s sons, they are absolutely adorable: Kaden is 6 years old and Zane is 5. They will stay with you at your hideout in the woods because it will feel like a vacation for you also. The same can’t be said about the Joker; he was completely against you two babysitting for so long.

“Uncle J, can we watch a movie?” Kaden asks, slowly heading towards the bedroom where him and his brother will sleep.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your uncle!” he bitterly replies, putting his guns away. He is extra grouchy because you told him to stash away everything a kid shouldn’t be around.

“Auntie Y/N, can we watch a movie, please?” Zane shyly tries his luck, knowing you probably won’t say no.

“She’s not your aunt,” J mumbles in the corner of the living room, locking away the guns and the knives in the seif.

“Yes, of course, you guys go to your room and put away your things, then come back,” you smile, ignoring the Joker’s shitty attitude.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he scoffs as he closes the seif.

You choose not to answer, digging around for a movie in your collection.

After the shower, J comes back to the living room to find the boys cuddled to you, half asleep.

“Move, brats!” he demands, stretching his back.

The young one gets watery eyes, his lower lip quivering:

“Auntie Y/N is mine…” he manages to utter, clenching to your arm.

“You wish! Move!”

“J, seriously?!” you sigh, exasperated.

“You’re so mean Uncle J,” Kaden pouts, sniffling.

“I’m not your uncle!” J growls, narrowing his eyes.

Kaden starts crying:

“Uncle J is so mean all the timeeee…” The boys crawl in your lap, upset someone is trying to take you away from them. You try to comfort both, kissing their foreheads and squeezing them tight to your chest.

The Joker takes a deep breath and sits down by you, resting his head on your shoulder. You elbow him, irritated he made the kids cry.

“But you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear, frowning. “Tell them to move.”

“What are you, three years old?!” you mutter through your clenched teeth. “Stop your crap!”

** *After you avoided catastrophe and put Kaden and Zane to bed, you started fooling around with J because he wanted to apologize for being a jerk the best way he knows how. Not that you mind at all.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

“Auntie Y/N,” Kaden calls out, “my little brother had a bad dream.”

You can hear Zane whimpering.

“Go back to bed, you’re fine!” J yells, pulling you back on top of him when you try to leave.

“Baby, he had a nightmare,” you try to reason with him while he continues to kiss you.

“Don’t care. They ARE the nightmare!”

“Come on, J, don’t be like that!” you sigh, fully aware he’s dead serious.

“But I’m already naked, we have to finish what we started!” he complains, slapping your thigh.

“Uncleee Jaayyy, I’m scared,” Zane bawls his eyes out outside the door now.

“Dammit!!!” the Joker closes his eyes, deliberating on what he should do while you take advantage of the situation and get off him, starting to put your nightgown on. “This is so not cool, doll ” he shakes his head and finally gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts and getting dressed, unamused at the ordeal he has to go through.

He goes and opens the door, Zane immediately rushing in to hug his legs, crying. J rolls his eyes, resigned. Kaden just stands there and you signal him to come in.

The Joker picks up the young boy and he wraps his arms around J’s neck, weeping on his shoulder.

“Stop crying, you pest, it’s fine.”    He’s a natural with kids.

Mister J turns around:

”Hey, what are you doing?” he grumbles seeing Kaden cuddled to your body.

“Come here, my little baby, did you have a bad dream?” you gesture for J to bring Zane over.

“Y-Y-yes,” he stammers, reaching his hands for you.

“Really, Princess? They’re not our children, they shouldn’t be in our bed,” he states the evident fact like it’s some kind of news flash.

“Give it a rest, will you? Let them be!”

He talks to himself in a low voice, saying not very nice things for sure, but gets in bed nevertheless.

“Scoot over, kid, I wanna sleep by my girl. Can I do that at least?” J sarcastically asks but of course Kaden doesn’t get the tone in his voice. He crosses over to the other side of your body, this way you two are in the middle like the Joker wanted.

“I hate kids,” he whispers in your ear.

“No you don’t, baby. We will have some too.” You keep on caressing Zane’s head, reaching over J’s chest.

“Oh, hell no, no way that’s gonna happen.”

“We are so having some, at least two.”

“Shut up and rinse your mouth with holy water, Kitten.”

You start laughing softly.

“I might be pregnant right now, you never know,” you wink, teasing him while the boys are quietly dosing off.

“Jesus, Pumpkin, don’t give me a heart attack, I’m too young,” he huffs, unhappy at your little joke.

*** “I’m going to marry Auntie Y/N!” Kaden decides after finishing breakfast.

“Sorry, brat, she’s already taken,” the Joker spoils the fun like he usually does.

“No, I’m gonna marry her!” Zane screams, ignoring J.

“No, I’m older, she’s mine!”

“No, Auntie Y/N is mine!”

They start fighting and you watch, entertained.

“Aww, how cute. Hey, boys,” you get in between them, ”you can both marry me, ok?”

“Really?” the young one looks full of hope.

“Definitely!” you reassure them as they hold your hands in theirs.

“That’s bullshit!” J puckers his lips, aggravated.    He’s so mature.

You glare his way, really wanting to kick him:

“Looks like I have three kids: a 39 year old, a 6 year old and a 5 year old. How did I manage that?!”

“Shut up, Princess.”

“Don’t tell my wife to shut up!” Kaden snaps, stepping in front of you. You lift your eyebrows, satisfied.

“Exactly, baby, be careful or my boys will tear you to pieces.”

“Yeah, right,” he taunts them, taking a sit on the couch.

“Kill the enemy, he’s being mean to our wife!!!!!” Kaden shouts, yanking Zane away and charging towards the Joker, jumping on him and yelling as loud as they can. And wow, the Joker cracks a smile while tickling them and trying to slam them on the couch. Holy shit on a stick, that’s absolutely insane.

*** J is walking around shirtless because he doesn’t really like to wear too much around the house.

The boys keep on staring at his tattoos, they sure look more interesting every time they see them.

“Uncle J, are you really God’s only child?” Kaden asks, curious the hear the answer.

You giggle, lifting your eyes from the book you’re reading. I guess J gave up on asking them not to call him uncle because they don’t care anyway.

“Hmmm, it’s quite possible, brat.”

“Wowww, did you ever see God?” Zane inquires, both of them with their mouth opened, anticipating his reply.

“A lot of times.”

The boys gasp.

“So many times, about 10 to 12 times a week with your Auntie Y/N,” he grins, watching your eyes getting as big as plates.

“ J, what the hell?! ” you throw your pen at him and he dodges it, so pleased of his clever answer.

“Wow, Auntie Y/N, you saw God too?!” the boys turn towards you, amazed.

“Oh, yes, she did, I always make sure of that,” the Joker laughs, talking for you and biting his lips while you squirm in your armchair.

“Zip it, J !!!” you throw your book at him and miss. He keeps on laughing.

“How does God look like, Auntie? Is he big?”

You give J an evil glance and then you have the perfect comeback:
“Average,” you smirk at your little revenge.

J’s smile freezes on his face.     Ha! Serves you right!

“I’ll show you average, you little smart ass!!!” the Joker heads towards you as you start running away with the boys chasing the two of you, screaming up a storm because they think you are playing around.

*** J took a shower and now he’s parading around the cabin with only a towel around his waist. You urged him to go put some clothes on because you have kids around and he had a temper tantrum so you decided to go and fix the problem.

“Here, boys, you can play video games on TV, OK? I have to go and talk to J and we’ll be back. Will you be good for me?”
“Yes, Auntie Y/N,” they both answer in the same time, pushing each other on the way to the couch, snickering.

You go in your master bedroom and you watch him for a few seconds as he slams stuff around, looking for something to wear, still mad. It makes you smile, he’s so dramatic sometimes. You lock the door, then sneak behind him and pull his towel away.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” he sulks, watching you throw the towel on the floor.

“I know why you’re grumpy, baby. You are sexually frustrated because we got interrupted last night.”
He squints his eyes, trying to say something but you don’t let him.

“I know exactly what you need, you have about 30 minutes before the boys get bored and come looking for us.”

You violently push him on the bed and his green hair gets all over his face.

“Jesus, woman, what the…” he lifts his head and watches you take your clothes off as fast as you can.

“Shut up! Like I said: about 30 minutes.”

“Wh-what am I supposed to do in only 30 minutes?!”

“Your best. Come on, let’s get it out of your system.”

“I’ll let you know, Kitten, this is not cool at all!… Ohhhh, come to Daddy,” he smirks when he sees you completely naked, forgetting his other speech.

“Try to be quiet,” you whisper, crawling on top of him and pressing your lips on his.

“I don’t wanna be quiet!” he gropes you, snarling.

“Jeez, stop being so feisty, you’re wasting time.”

*** You get your face out of the laptop, realizing it’s very quiet around the house. Where’s everybody? You walk around the cabin, then get outside. You circle around and finally see the Joker and the boys.

“See? You hold it like this and then you aim…”
“Baby, what are you doing?”

“I’m teaching them how to handle a gun,” he nonchalantly replies like it is the most normal thing in the world.

“Really?! Can you please put the gun away in the seif?! Seriously now!”

“But Uncle J is showing us his cool gun, we wanna see some moreeeee,” Kaden whines, causing Zane to do the same.

“Yes, we are doing some male bonding,” J yawns, kind of bored.

“Male bonding, male bonding!!!!!” the kids start jumping up and down, not understanding what he’s really referring to, but it sounds cool.

Maybe these brats have something going for themselves, the Joker thinks, watching you go back inside as you shake your head in disapproval.

*** Frost picked up his kids and now he’s driving back to Gotham, drinking his coffee and chatting with his wife while the boys are having fun in the back sit.

“Daddy, guess what?” Kaden gets his attention.

“What is it?”

“Did you know Uncle J saw God?”

Jonny smiles and the wife sighs.   Ahhhh, kids

“Did you know Auntie Y/N saw him too?”

“You don’t say, boys, that’s really something” he winks at the wife, sipping on the coffee.

“Yes, he said he sees God 10 to 12 times a week and he makes sure every time that Auntie sees him too.”
Frost spits out his coffee and slams the breaks in the middle of the road. He starts coughing, still chocking while laughing with all his heart.

“I’ll be damned, we need to catch up, darling,” he says turning towards his wife while she chuckles, entertained at the revelation. He wipes his mouth beginning to drive again. And then he decides:

“We need to let them babysit more often, this way we can find out all the dirty details.”

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A Step too Far

olicity || ao3 || teen || angst || 1417 || more fics

summary: Susan’s latest big news story rubs Oliver the wrong way. (anonymous prompt)
a/n: i wasn’t going to work on prompts today… but… you know

Susan’s phone dinged three times in a row.

“Someone is popular today,” Oliver muttered from his desk.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, “New story.”

Curiosity stirred inside of him, “Bout what?”

She paused for a moment and looked towards him, “I’d rather not say.”

His brows furrowed, “Okay….”

He didn’t want to be that person, but he wasn’t a fan of his girlfriend being secretive about her work. It was hypocritical of him, he knew that, but having to wait until the ten o’clock news wasn’t exactly fun. Besides, patience wasn’t one of his strong suits.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she stated as she looked back at her phone.

He couldn’t force himself to focus on his own work after that. She just kept typing away on her phone. It bothered him for more reason than one. Yes, he might have been working too, but they were supposed to be spending time with each other. Even when both he and Felicity had been at their busiest, they found time to talk to each other.


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If Voices Could Kill...

Wanna One’s Kim Jaehwan

The ‘Our Two Lips’ flower boys

wanna one masterlist
produce 101 masterlist 

word count: 2342

• Jaehwan is really excited about his new job
• especially when he finds out you’re the niece of the branch manager
• but his efforts may be washed by his new flower boy persona

jfosjskdjs i’m sorry i had to do you so dirty Jaehwan you know I love you 😘 I love Jaewhan and he kinda is a mess bUt THERE’S SO MUCH MORE TO HIM THAN THAT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
thank you for requesting anon, youngmin’s flower boy will be up soon!!

- Admin L
PS: this is such a mess i am so sorry, experimenting with my writing a bit, I want to improve but ofusodjsis idk

“Kim Jaehwan?” You mused in puzzlement, an amused smirk dancing on your lips. “Uncle, are you serious?” You had to stifle your laughs from pouring out of your mouth. Your hands smoothed the paper out, eyes scanning the paper and taking a good look at the man’s application.

Your uncle furrowed his brow, he neatened another stack of applications. “Why not? He seems like a hard worker and a good kid. Not to mention he’s young and… goes to the same college as you. Have you seen him before?" 

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Fireflies and Waterfalls - SaltyAuntSuga - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Explicit 18+

 Min Yoongi/Jeon Jungkook 

Word Count: 5.3k

Prompt: Your body gets hotter the closer you are to your soulmate + sugakookie.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Min Yoongi had spent his whole life being cold. Unlike his friend Namjoon who was fucking sweating any time he got around his boyfriend Seokjin. It didn’t matter to Yoongi that it meant he hadn’t found his soulmate.

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5.5 Recap

This is for @seven-dragons since she did the same for me when I was in purgatory at my mom’s house out of town and did not have an Internet connection. In case the title does not make it obvious, this post is full of *SPOILERS*

The show starts off with Ethan Young, a Jehovah’s Witness knocking on doors, or ‘witnessing.’  Apparently, the hatred of having random people knock on your door in the middle of the day is universal.  He keeps getting the door slammed in his face, which lets us see he has a bit of a temper. He runs into the victim and it is obvious they had planned to meet about something, but the victim tells him to come back later (he’s angry too).  Some people, who turn out to be the victim’s niece and her husband stop by the house and find Ethan, covered in blood and kneeling over the victim’s body.

*Roll credits and awesome DBM theme song*

Lucien joins Charlie in the victim’s work shed. The victim’s name is Vern, and he is a retired carpenter who was stabbed repeatedly…as acted out by Lucien.

Back at the Police Station, Charlie and Lucien interview Ethan. Ethan tells them Vern was still breathing when he got there, and insists he tried to find something to stop the bleeding. When asked why he was looking all creepy and kneeling over Vern’s body when the niece found him, he tells them he was praying for Vern because he had not been able to convert him.  He did tell a little lie during the interview, but it’s really not that important.  I did learn more about the Jehovah’s Witnesses during this interview than I have ever learned before, so that’s something. This show is so educational. 

Funny Scene - Alice is not in the morgue when Lucien gets there, so he starts without her.  Alice is NOT happy. She actually seems wounded that he started his talking to the dead body bit and didn’t wait for her. Anyway, they find a weird fragment in one of the wounds.  Lucien makes sure it is okay with Alice if he brings it home to test it, which is kind of sweet. 

*Going to pick this up a bit or this will take forever*

Charlie and Lucien go to the niece’s house, where the main takeaway is that her husband is a hot tempered jerk.  

Back at the police station, Ethan’s mother is having a meltdown. Her friend and ride to the station, a guy named Percy, tells Lawson that he worked with Vern. He also tells Lawson that Ethan is his apprentice. Ethan’s mother, who needs a serious intervention about her overuse of rollers for her bangs - is scaring the crap out of poor Ned. Important takeaway, Ethan’s mother is a bit on the high strung/pain in the ass side. She is not happy they are keeping her son locked up and insists on spending the night in the corridor.

Lucien visits Ethan in the cells to make sure he is okay. I love these scenes, where Lucien shows compassion to people who probably have not received much in their lives.  Charlie interrupts them to say that Lucien “better come quick” because he is needed at home.

HUUUUH? What happened?

Jean burned her arm because she thought she saw someone outside….a hot potato accident.  Lucien is concerned about her seeing this someone, but she just shakes her head and says she was not sure anyone was there. We get to see Lucien bandaging her arm, and Lucien apologizes and acknowledges that the divorce and the business with the church must be weighing heavily on her mind. Jean seems touched that he has noticed, but insists she’s fine and he needs to go back to work.

Lucien and Charlie are back at the scene of the crime to see if the killer could have murdered Vern and escaped in three minutes. The important thing about this scene is that Lucien has rubbed off on Charlie, who is now acting out the crime scenes too. Oh, the murderer could have killed Vern and escaped in time. Also, there are some discrepancies which leads them to believe that the killer looked for something that was hidden in the work shop. They do find a bag from a bakery and over 2000 pounds hidden all over the place. 

This leads them to a secret gambling ring, which is this week’s red herring.  It seems like Vern was murdered because everyone thought he was cheating them out of money.  The big thing we learn is that gambling brings out the worst in people and the niece’s husband is still a big jerk. The most important thing we learn is that Lawson’s dad was a gambler and he was not much fun to live with as a boy.

Rose drops by the house and Jean’s spidey senses tell her that something is on Rose’s mind. Turns out Rose thinks she is pregnant with Charlie’s baby - it’s ultimately a false alarm.  Rose isn’t exactly excited about something ruining her career.  The BIG REVEAL - Jean was pregnant at 19 before she married Christopher.  She had a miscarriage and it was a girl.  She never told anyone else and felt her miscarriage was her punishment for their transgression against God. Will she tell Lucien at some point?????

Charlie gets hit with a tool box by the niece’s jerk husband, but the husband runs into Lucien who pushes him down like he is a feather lite bowling pin.  I’m skipping over a bunch of gambling stuff.  

Jean and Lucien are back in the lab and Jean is being all sciency again! I love how Lucien is teaching her all this lab stuff. They identify the fragment that was found in Vern’s neck as copper.

Uh Oh, Jean is talking to Father Emery again.  Jean tells him the whole history of the Mei Lin ordeal and Father Emery seems to sympathize with their situation, but stands firm on the position of the church. Jean tells him she needs to hear him say it. He tells her she has to choose between Lucien and the church.  When Jean says she doesn’t think she can make that choice, he tells her to ask God for guidance.  Greeeaaaat. Thanks for the help Father!  Actually, he does seem sad that Jean is in this position, but he kinda works for a company that has really strict policies, so his hands are tied. 

Charlie and Lucien search Vern’s house again.  They find a lot of things that lead them nowhere, but Lucien works out that Vern was illiterate (comes into play later).  They also find a secret savings account for his niece.

Back to Ethan’s mom’s house. I was hoping they were interrupting the Rollers in the bangs intervention, but the people were just Jehovah’s Witnesses. 

She tells them Ethan is working, which leads them to find him impaled and bleeding.  Lucien has to assist in surgery, and uses saline instead of giving him a blood transfusion due to Ethan’s religious beliefs.  I was surprised and a little impressed that a man who seems to have such little respect for religion, would still respect another’s beliefs so much. That’s our Lucien though. We also get to see Lucien in scrubs as a bonus.

Cute scene where Lawson helps out the niece. They thought she was skipping town, but she was actually running away from her jerk husband. Lawson, who understands what it’s like to live with a compulsive gambler, basically tells her to leave town while her hubby is locked up.  He also gives her the bank account info so she has money for her and her kids.

Jean drinks Lucien’s whiskey again. And, Lucien kisses jean before leaving.

FINALLY! The scene we have been waiting for happens with 10 minutes left in the show. Lucien finds a patent for an electric drill that would have made Vern very rich. Percy shows up and Lucien does his big reveal about Percy being jealous. Percy thought he should be included on the patent too. Ethan told Percy he was helping Vern with he paperwork for the drill, which is why Percy tried to kill Ethan.  He needed him out of the way.  It’s just like the other episodes, where Lucien explains the mystery to the murderer. Buuuut, unlike the other times, there are no police officers waiting in the wings. Oops. Percy stabs Lucien, but Lucien bashes Percy over the head even after he was stabbed. Bravo Lucien.  Lucien has to use his own pen as a chest tube to release the pressure of a tension pneumothorax. Just before blacking out, he sees the silhouette of a man in the doorway. First Jean, now Lucien.  Munro perhaps?

Although I was really hoping we would see Jean find out about Lucien getting stabbed and see her all worried before he regained consciousness, the bedside scenes were very nice and intimate.  When Lucien wakes up, he says, “Ah, Ive missed dinner haven’t I?” The best was Alice though. She was soooo excited about Lucien using his own pen as a chest draining tube and wants to ask a bunch of questions after he wakes up. The look Jean gives her is priceless.

Also, as Charlie is walking out, Lucien says goodnight. Charlie calls him boss. His reply is “Night boss.” Ha

Just when you think that Lucien is about to drop some serious bad news (music and all) after he tells Jean there is something he needs to tell her, he just says he is a throughly bad patient. They giggle and then Jean basically tells him he needs to be more careful, that she almost lost him that night. He basically says he will be more careful by replying, “Understood.”  I am a thousand percent certain that he will not change at all.

All in all, this was another wonderful episode!

The End. Thank god. 

He Sends You Mixed Signals

A/n: Completely inspired by the bar scene from the 50 Shades of Grey movie. Not my best piece of work, but I hope you enjoy :)


Drunk. Stupidly, undeniably drunk. Head spinning, word slurring, skin tingly. This is her first time getting drunk, ever. Despite the fact she’s nearly twenty, and has been living with her alcoholic roommate, this is her first true drunken state. And the bar being crammed with hundreds of grinding bodies didn’t help either.
“On the count of three, guys!” Casey, her roommate, announces at the table, holding up her shot glass in between the tips of her pointer finger and thumb, which looks much more professional than the way Y/n is holding it.
“One. Two. Three!” She shouts.
Y/n throws her head back, the glass against her lipstick covered lips. The alcohol is way too strong, especially for an inexperienced woman. She then slams the glass down like she had seen in movies plenty of times. Casey laughs, ruffling her hair with the fingers of her hand. She lets out a sighed “ah” as if feeling refreshed from her long day at work.
“Y/n, did you not finish your drink?” Casey laughs, lifting up her glass and inspecting the remaining bit of the cider-colored liquid.
“No!” Y/n laughs, “way too strong for a girl like me.”
Casey giggles, shaking her head. “Whatever.”
Y/n sighs, taking in her surroundings as much as she possibly can. The men and women dancing together made her heart burst with jealousy. It reminds her too much of Harry, who has only been sending her complicated signals for the last couple of weeks. He never commits to relationships, he has told her plenty of times, that he is only interested in other things. Other things he has never told her. But his games are getting old to her now, because he still treats her as if she is the only girl he has ever known. Always finding excuses to talk to her, always finding ways to touch her in the most gentle of ways. His games confuse her, yet, she doesn’t care.
She thrives on him. She is so infatuated with everything he does. From the way he holds a pen, or the way his lips move so delicately when he utters a single word, and even when he runs his hands through his hair. She feeds off of him, as if he is her only chance of survival.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” She says to Casey, who is too intrigued in the conversation of their friends to even notice her existence.
Y/n shrugs, and stumbles toward the line for the bathroom.
She’s still thinking about Harry. That’s all she can think about. When he’s not with her, all she can feel is the way he touches her. They had only kissed a couple of times, but each time felt like so much more than lips touching each other. Every inch of her ignites when he looks at her the way he does, or the way he talks to her. Even though she has never been in a relationship, she knows what they have is more, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to himself or to her.
“Annoying prick.” Y/n mumbles.
She takes her phone out of her back pocket, searching through her contacts until she sees his name. She debates on whether or not to call him, but the intoxication in her blood seems to take over as she decides to call him.

Harry’s phone vibrates against his table, the work he was completing now exiting his mind as he sees Y/n’s name pop up on his phone.

“Y/n?” Harry asks, his attention now completely fixed on her.
“Hi, Harry.” Y/n laughs.
“Y/n? Where are you?” He asks, placing his pen down as his back stiffens, he can feel the alcohol inside of her. Her drunken state is radiating through the phone. Every bit of her haze, he feels, and he is instantly feeling protective of her.
“I’m in line waiting for the bathroom.” Y/n says, her words slurred.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Just a lil bit. A teeny tiny bit.”
Harry pushes his chair back with his feet. He stands with worry, who knows what could happen to her at a bar when she’s that drunk? She could get hurt, so hurt and it’ll murder him.
“Y/n! Where are you?”
His voice is thick, wrapped in worry, each word harsh and clear.
“I am nowhere near you, Harry. Nowhere near your existence. I’m faaaaaar away.” She exaggerates.
“Get away from wherever you are.”
“You’re so bossy. It’s like ‘Y/n, go away. I don’t do romance.’ And then it’s like, ‘No, wait, come back Y/n, I need you here’ and then you say ‘No, stay far away Y/n, I’m such bad news.’ You always tell me what to do yet you don’t even want me as a girlfriend. I’m freeeeee.”
With that, she hangs up. She laughs, the alcohol finding the serious topic hysterical, and she can’t help but to find the situation funny.
“I totally told him.” She sighs to herself.
She feels her phone ring again, which brings her out of her giggling fit. She looks down to her phone, where his name appears with large letters.
“Hey, Harry, I—“
“Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” He says before hanging up.
She looks down at her phone confused. How will he get her if he doesn’t know where she is? Why did he sound angry with her? She shrugs it off, but knows that she has to wait for him if he’s going to pick her up. With that thought, she slowly stands from the wall. She stumbles out of the bar, for she feels like she only weighs an ounce.
“Hey Y/n!” Y/n’s best friend, Kyle calls out to her.
She turns around, finding Kyle walking up to her with her jacket in his arms.
“It’s freezing out here, you forgot this on your chair.” He smiles.
“Thank you so much.” She whispers, lifting her arms to her sides as Kyle puts on her jacket.
“You’re frozen solid.” He chuckles. “Let me warm you up.”
Kyle reaches for her small frame, wrapping his arms around her. He rubs her back in quick movements. Y/n tries to back away from his strong hold, not feeling comfortable in the position. He only holds her tighter, lifting his head until his face is only centimeters from hers.
“I really like you, Y/n.” Kyle murmurs.
“You do?” She breathes out shakily, pushing him away from her.
“A lot.”
“Let me kiss you.” He says, gripping onto her waist even harder.
Y/n’s eyes widen, fear striking her. She has never kissed anybody other than Harry, and she doesn’t want to kiss anybody else in her state of mind.
“Kyle, no.”
“Come on, one kiss. Just one.” He whispers, leaning closer into her.
“No, no. Please!” Y/n begs.
She tries to wiggle herself away from him, trying desperately for the sake of her own protection to get away from him.
Harry is only a couple of steps away, and he can feel his knuckles tighten and jaw clench at the sight. Who dare touch his girl? He is quick to push Kyle away with as much force as he can. With just the shove of his hand, Kyle tries to keep himself up before falling on the ground.
“DUDE! SHE SAID NO!” He yells, fury burning through his eyes.
Y/n is shocked to see Harry here so soon, but doesn’t question it.
“Harry?” she whispers.
She’s about to say something else, but she ends up leaning over, puking all over the concrete.
Harry rips his gaze from Kyle, focusing on how Y/n is ill now. He takes out a tissue from his jacket pocket, kneeling down in front of her. Once she’s stable, he wipes his tissue along her face, cleaning up what was remained.
“This is why you don’t drink like that.” He says in anger.
“But I was having fun! Without you!” She whines, stomping her foot on the ground.
Harry stares at her with a pained expression, but quickly covers it up with a strong, intimidating look.
“So much fun without me, yet you still called me on your way to the bathroom.”
Y/n pouts, fixing her eyes on her feet as she sways between her heals and toes.
“Look, Y/n. Let me just take care of you tonight, okay? I’ll tell Casey you’re coming with me, let me just take care of you at my house, yeah?” He asks quietly, running his thumb along her bottom lip. Y/n closes her eyes at the feeling of his skin. She’s falling for him all over again, she can feel it everywhere.


Having elections on a Sunday in spring is way better than a Tuesday in November. I spent the afternoon picnicking with friends, eating radishes drinking wine and not looking at the news. We all met up in the evening at a friend’s place to see the results. There are no early returns or states in different time zones, so finding out who won is more like ripping off a bandaid than a slowly sickening sinking feeling. For example. At 8 pm, two faces appear on TV, and that’s how you know.
I most admired Benoît Hamon, I voted for Mélenchon, and now I’m Team Macron I guess. I have absolutely no idea what he’s going to do (besides keep us in Europe, and in the Euro zone, which is a good thing) and oh man he has some Marco Rubio-level debating skills, and yeesh I’m worried he won’t do well face to face with Marine Le Pen. I am extremely relieved that Fillon lost and I really hope he goes to jail (he won’t but it’s nice to think about!).
The highlight of the night was probably when our friend who hosted the viewing party announced that he’d made nachos, and Paul and I got super excited because France does not do nachos, not at all, and the one or two times we’ve made them our friends have been skeptical at best, disgusted at worst, and oh boy nachos yes let’s have nachos. What he put on the table in front of us was a sort of flattened baked sheet of mashed cornmeal with a few slices of Kraft singles melted on top. I think I totally failed to keep a poker face, and Paul let out a loud HA! I have cheered myself up at least three times today just thinking about it.
Late at night back home we heard noise outside, and it was a small group of antifa protesters, holding a big banner saying Neither Le Pen Nor Macron. They were doing their antifa thing, which around here is mainly knocking over every single trash can in the street, plenty of firecrackers, and spray painting the occasional wall. A couple down the street got in a shouting match with a girl who was tagging the wall of their building, and she yelled “THIS WALL BELONGS TO EVERYONE” and if I found getting in shouting matches with people fun I would have yelled “THEN DON’T FUCKING SPRAYPAINT IT THEN FUCK” but I didn’t. Someone went down and picked up all the trash cans, which was very nice of them, but then the protest did a u-turn, came BACK down our street, knocked them all over again, this time pulled down the metal panels which are the only authorized place for campaign posters. This is about when the cops showed up, in riot gear. The kids scattered and ran away, which is good, because minus the graffiti they weren’t really doing anything too bad and I didn’t want them to get beat up.

this is just a mess of an Iris/Killer Frost fanfiction plot that came to me after 3x18. I really had no intentions of making it a full fledged fic or anything, it was just something I couldn’t get out of my head so I dumped it here (straight out of my word document, forgive the format!)


  • Iris meets Killer Frost five times after she’s gone rouge

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Two Lives (Jamilton Day 1)

Ahhhh my first fic so maybe not the greatest. Also i guess this was rushed for Jamilton week. Whatever, i made it for fun and i hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Mentions of death, cursing


“Alexander Hamilton is dead.”

The words silenced the room and no one dared breathe as all eyes turned to the president. Thomas Jefferson couldn’t speak. He couldn’t seem to form a sentence. Hamilton was dead. The small, fiery man who never shut up, would never speak again. They wouldn’t fight again.

“H-how?” Jefferson choked out eventually.

“A deul with Vice President Burr. Apparently Hamilton wouldn’t fire at him. He threw away his shot. Aimed at the sky and fired. Burr shot at him. Hit him between the ribs.” The man who gave the announcement nodded to everyone before leaving them amongst themselves.

Everyone had noticed Burr wasn’t there that morning, but no one really questioned it. Now they knew.

The days passed for Jefferson as they normally did, but he felt a piece of himself missing. He missed the quick-witted man who used to oppose his every thought. Thomas made it a point to visit Eliza Hamilton as often as he could, to see how she was doing.

When he died 22 years after Alexander, he laid in his bed, holding a locket to remind him of his wife, and thinking of the last thing Hamilton fought with him over.

And then he woke up.


“Hamilton I swear if you fuck up this project I’m ending this and doing it all myself.” Jefferson snapped at the short brunette in front of him.

“I’m not the one fucking up. You keep giving innacurate information to me. Im just fact-checking everything you say and finding that you’re consistently wrong.” Alex fired back, dropping his pen and leaning back on the couch.

They had a major project for their class due in a week and couldn’t seem to even get a thesis statement to stick.

“At least I’m coming up with ideas! You’re just sitting there staring at me.” Thomas stopped typing on his laptop and looked at Hamilton, seeing his face turning red “I know I’m gorgeous, but come on. I would expect you out of everyone to be able to function.” He had stopped yelling and was smirking now.

Hamilton’s eyes widened “That is not why I’m staring at you! God you’re cocky.”

“Can’t blame me.” Thomas stood up and stretched. Chancing a glance at Alex, he saw the shorter man was looking at him again. “I need a break. Want a snack, or are you gonna keep undressing me with your eyes?” He let it slip out, and laughed when again Alex’s face went red and his eyes widened. He had never seen him at a loss for words.

“You’re an ass,” he mumbled, but nodded his head “get me an ice water.”

Jefferson smirked again and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses and started filling one with water “So tell me about yourself.” He called out to the living room.

“What is this, a date?” Hamilton responded, walking in and leaning against the door frame.

Thomas laughed and handed him his glass of water, “No, I just want to know more about who I’m fighting with every day. You know, hopes, fears, parents, future aspirations, and all that shit.” He walked towards Alex and leaned down to match his height, “Who do you think you are, Alexander Hamilton?”

The words were met with no response. Thomas straightened up. Alexander wasn’t moving. He was staring in front of him. He looked almost frozen, and Thomas reached out to touch him, but then he spoke, backing up.

“Y-you’ve said that to me before.” His eyes snapped up to Thomas’ “In 1792. Do you remember?” His voice shook and he stumbled over to the couch, memories flooding his head.

“What the hell are you talking about? That was 200 years ago.” Jefferson wanted to be angry, or confused, but it almost made sense.

“Yeah, it was. I died and then i guess this is my new life. But that was a cabinet meeting. You said that to me and I responded “I am Alexander Hamilton, secretary of the Treasury, Washington’s right hand man, and better-”

“-that I’ll ever be, yeah. I remember now…” Thomas grabbed the roots of his hair and tugged. He could see an entire other life now, floating inside his head, mixing with the memories of this life “What the fuck is happening, Hamilton.”

“No clue. No fucking clue.” He responded, but Thomas could already see the gears turning in his head. The dude never stopped thinking.

“Maybe,” he started as he stood up, “maybe this wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe our old life was supposed to stay our old life, but somehow we met each other and now the barrier is broken.” He paced the room, and Thomas did nothing but watch him. It was entertaining, but at the same time he also wanted an explanation.

“Or what if we were supposed to meet? What if because I was killed so early, we were sent together to finish our feud. Feud? Is that the right word?” He stopped and looked at Thomas.

Thomas shrugged “I’m not sure if you could call it that. I think in the old life I just really didn’t like you. This one seems different.” He picked up his glass and took a sip.

“Different how?” Alexander was too busy thinking about his old life to pick up on the way Thomas looked at him

“Fighting was easy. In class, we opposed each others views. In here, we nit-picked at each other. That’s fun and all, but it’s not enough to make me hate you. I actually kinda like you.” Thomas was a little thrown off by how underwhelmed Hamilton was at the news. It also scared him.

“Yeah. I see your point.” He responded, “Man, i really did hate you in ‘90 though. You and your awful coat.”

“Ugh, don’t start on that it was 200 years ago and also highly fashionable in France.”

“Lafayette would never have been caught dead in that garbage.”

“You weren’t much better with that ugly green jacket! I still stand by that ‘smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty’ comment by the way.” Thomas and Alexander laughed together and looked at each other.

“It’s getting late, I should go.” Alex stated, looking at his watch.

“You could always stay.” Thomas said, looking down at his feet.

Alex smiled, but it went unseen by Thomas “Well, we do have a project to do…” he trailed off, trying not to add an ‘or’. He knew this life was different.

Jefferson looked up, surprised “Would that be a yes?”

“Can’t say no to this.” Hamilton picked up his glass and moved around the coffee table to get go the kitchen. When he got to Thomas he stopped, “Oh yeah.” He said.

“What?” Thomas looked down at the smaller man. Instead of answering, Alex reached up and kissed him. It was short, mostly on account of Jefferson internally screaming, but it got the point across.

“I like you too.” Hamilton smiled as he walked into the kitchen

“I-I didn’t say-”

“I know,” Alex cut in, “but you flirted first.” He almost smirked, but was again reminded of the past, “Hey?” He called out to Thomas.

“What do you need?” The taller man called back.

“How-” he paused, “How was Eliza? After I died, did you see her ever?” He wanted to know about his wife. He really did love her in his first life.

There was a pause from Jefferson as well, “She was doing okay. At first she was devastated by your loss. Then she picked herself up. You know she founded the first orphanage in New York City?” His voice got closer until he was standing next to Alexander, “She did that for you. She raised her kids and after that raised the orphans like they were her own. She also helped fund the monument for Washington, and was a big abolitionist. You would have been proud…” Thomas looked over at the shorter man, who had his head down. His shoulders were shaking, the only indication that he was crying other than the muffled sobs.

Thomas pulled him into his chest and let him cry. After a few minutes, Alex pulled away, but held Thomas’ hands “I am. I am so proud of her. I wish I could know her in this life too.”

“Maybe we will. I mean, we met each other.” As Jefferson said that, he wished it weren’t true. He wanted Alex to himself.

“Yeah, maybe.” Alex said absentmindedly. He looked up at Thomas “Can we sit on the couch? Learning about an entirely new life tired me out.” He smiled lightly, and Thomas laughed.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He let go of one hand, but held the other as they walked through the couch. Both men felt giddy as they sat righe next to each other, and without speaking Alex laid his head on Thomas’ shoulder.

They stayed there like that for awhile. Thomas, for once, loved that his roommate was never home. As his arm was falling asleep, Alex got up.

“What?” Thomas asked, looking at the other man. Alex shook his head and grabbed Thomas’ hand, then pulled him down the hall. He tiredly opened the first two doors before finding the third to be Thomas’ bedroom, and led them inside. Thomas was questioning the situation but didn’t say anything about it.

Alexander walked over to his bed and crawled underneath the blankets. Thomas laughed and looked down at him “Are you comfy?”

“Noooo, c'mere.” Alex grumbled, patting the bed next to him.

“Oh fine. It was a cute sight to see, though.” Jefferson said, winking at Alexander before turning out the light and joining him in his bed.

“G'night T” Alex mumbled.

“Aww a nickname.” Thomas tried to cover up his happiness with a joke, but he was still blushing.

Goodnight, T”

“Goodnight Alex. Expect a date in the future.” Thomas kissed Alexander’s forehead before closing his eyes.

prayers-for-rain-deactivated201  asked:

Thank you! I'm not sure why it wouldn't let you. (Also, do you have any tips on getting into tarot and starting doing readings - like how to find tarot decks and such? Or is there anyone you can point me to? Thank you)

(I figured you wouldn’t care if I posted it on the blog, as others may have the same question!)

Getting into tarot…whew, that’s a pretty big question!

One way to get into tarot is to get an app on your phone.

Apps below the cut:



There are also Printable Tarot decks (Links below the cut):


Places to buy:

Online Shops:

If you are out in the real world:

  • Bookstores
  • Witchy/Metaphysical Shops
  • “Eclectic” Shops, like romancing the stone
  • Game shops

So, that’s my advice on how to get a tarot deck. This is just general advice, and some decks may be too much in the beginning (THIS IS REALLY LONG I AM SO SORRY!).

My advice on choosing a tarot deck and readings:

Pick a deck that you like.

  • I highly suggest looking up the deck on the Aecletic Tarot forums and looking at the artwork and ratings.
  • Look for a deck that seems to say “COME GET ME”
  • Look for a deck that isn’t overly complicated (I say this because I picked up a pretty hard to understand deck on a whim in New Orleans)
  • Look for a deck that you feel represents you.
  • I also suggest picking up a RWS deck to begin with because there is so much information on the web!
  • Be careful of getting an obscure deck or one that has SPECIFIC meanings. I try to tell people that the Thoth deck, although gorgeous, has structured meanings, and uses astrology and other symbols I’m not always familiar with. Same holds true for a deck that nobody really knows about, or has no LWB.

Choose a book or site to help you out.

Take your deck, a pen and paper (or notebook), or your computer, and start with the first card.

  • Write the name of the card
  • Write what you see/notice about the card
  • Interpret the card the way you would if you saw it in a reading for yourself
  • Write the traditional meaning of the card
  • Do this for every single card (Plus bonding time with the deck!!)
  • You are basically making your own Little White Book (LWB)

How do I do readings though?

Take your deck (after journaling, or just jump in there) and read for fictional characters!

  • Read for TV Characters by watching an episode, and before they make a decision, do a spread.
  • Read for Characters in a book.
  • Read for characters in a play.
  • Read for the people in advice columns
  • Read for any one in a drama (Grey’s Anatomy is really fun to do this with)
  • Read for the people in Soap Operas (It is hilarious when you are right or wrong)
  • The point here is to read for fictional clients, act like they are your friends or family.

Offer Free Readings!

  • So, we’re on Tumblr, and you and I both know the TAGS, those are the most amazing things ever (especially on my blog)!
  • Post in the Tags! #free readings, #free tarot readings, #divination, #tarot, those are the ones I use for tarot readings. I also currently do the #shareaspread
  • Ask your friends and family! Personally, my family isn’t a group I can ask, but my friends…oh…they have gotten readings. And I have heard a lot of “well, damn"s.
  • Look for events that you’re comfortable doing readings at. Party at a friend’s house? Oh yes, this is where tarot cards and Ouija boards come out. School function? Might as well do something to pass the time!
  • Post your personal readings on your blog! Then ask if anyone wants a reading. This works on Facebook too (again, I’m a little lost as far as that, because I can’t do that myself.)
  • Participate in Challenges!! I cannot tell you how much the challenges by rm-tarot, ragabashwitch and arcanemysteries, spoopytarot and thehappyexistentialist have helped me!
  • Post readings you want to try and offer those for free .

Okay, so I’ve got all the resources! AAAAAAND I’m stuck…

You’re stuck? Well have no fear!

Find bloggers who are willing to help!!

Go to your online resources.

Google search by card.

Lay down more cards. You have no idea what that card is referring to? Lay down more cards, interpret them as though the original card were another question!

Cleanse your cards. It could be that they picked up a negative vibe, or the cards are overwhelmed.

Ask your question differently.

Your cards may just be being a smart ass. I have had this happen with a deck in the middle of a paid reading!

So, now I think I can do this! Any other advice?

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