is that holly yes it is i'm just never sure of anything

POSITIVITY

@illegitimatestark // @vengefulwinter : You are like a sister to me, and you’ve become such a huge part of my life honestly. Di you are an amazing person. You speak up when you know something is wrong, you’re a bloody good friend. You’ve been there for me when i was at my absolute lowest, when i was so low i couldn’t see a way out and you helped me get through it. You helped me get back to a happier version of myself. I respect you for so many reasons, you’ve taught me how to deal with certain aspects of my life. You’ve never judged me for things i couldn’t control. You are an amazing person and an absolute talented writer. Your portrayals of every single one of your muses constantly have me in awe honestly. You capture their voice so well that i can hear them in your writing. The thought you put into your backstory for Jakz was so deep and well thought out that it had me change one of my rules regarding OC children. You had me wanting to write with you and you still do to this day. Thank you for being you, for being so creative and inspiring on a daily basis. Thank you for your patience with me, because i know that sometimes i can be the most frustrating person on the planet. Know that i love you, and all your muses. Jakz Stark is one of those really fleshed out OC’S, you can see how much work you put into making sure that she was not only relevant in her own story line, but also that Tony’s arc was not changed either. You really thought about it, and you have multiple verses that can help accommodate everyone. Honestly i am really glad i met you, i don’t know what my life would be like without you. Also my muses absolutely adore yours, tony just wants to cuddle them all and protect them from the world. Whenever you need to rant, or if you’re having a bad day, just know i’m on your side and i will listen if you need to talk whether it’s three am or 4pm, i will always respond to the message even if its when i’ve just woken up. <3

@dualclaws : Dany, we have been through a lot and i am really thankful for the place that we’re in right now. We haven’t always been in such a good place, and things have been hard but we’ve both grown as people, we’ve helped each other really, i know that you’ve helped me. Your friendship is something that i am incredibly thankful for, as well as your ability to be incredibly empathetic to those around you. It’s inspiring, to see the way you connect with people, because you truly are a good soul. You want to help people and as a person you’ve become stronger. I’m incredibly proud of the person you’ve become Dany and your writing is incredible. The passion you have for Laura? that’s something to be cherished. It’s something i hope you never lose, because honestly you understand Laura Kinney, you know her strengths and her weaknesses. You’ve done a hell of a lot of research and your face claim choices reflect that. You do your best to stay true to Laura’s portrayal in Logan, but you also keep up with the comics and study them. I love your main verse, it shows how much you truly care and the how much time you’ve spent carefully planning out your vision for Laura. That’s important to me, that it’s YOUR vision, because as much inspiration you take from Mangold and 616, you also have a unique perspective and to me that’s important. Yes you’re writing is very in character, and thats a beautiful thing but it’s also entwined with your perspective and how you see Laura as a person. It’s wonderful truly.  I’m always here when you need to talk, when you’re having a bad day and you need to call someone? know that 9/10 you can always call me and i will do my best to be there.

@notacyclonefan : Chelly you are…..well sometimes i think your Steve Rogers personified, your writing is that beautiful. You really capture his essence, who he is behind the shield and that really resonates with me. Because you know that he’s so much more than his title on the field and honestly the way you write him is unique. You incorporate his flaws, you remind people of the fact he actually does have a sense of humour. Chelly you bring him to life and writing with you is honestly one of my greatest joys. Not only are you a talented writer, you’re a super positive person. You make me smile, even on the days where i feel utterly miserable and i hope i can do the same for you. Chellybean, you have such a beautiful outlook on life, i love the way you can make anything into a pun, and how you can make a joke out of the smallest thing. You brighten my day and you’ve always been so supportive and encouraging. You’re such a good friend, an amazing person inside and out, and one of my favourite people in the world. Never stop being you <3 I’ve always got your back Chelly

@threeclaws : We’ve never actually spoken before but i just want to say that your presence on the dash is a blessing. Your threads with @dualclaws are honestly wonderful, you write Logan brilliantly and i love your vision for him. You are talented and appreciated and i just wanted you to know that.

@siberianwreckage : What can i say about Holly? well i can say that you are honestly inspiring. Your graphics truly are gorgeous. Not only do you make beautiful things, but your writing has me emotional every single time because of the depth in it. My muses absolutely adore your Bucky, in fact Tony is constantly grabby hands for him. You are also a great listener, and it means the world to me. I hope that i can always do the same for you, just know that i will always be here for you. I love your passion for animals, every time you send me a picture of a deer and it’s fawn i can’t help but grin from ear to ear. Not just because their cute, but because at one stage you literally woke up super early just to take that picture, and that’s proof of how much you care and love animals. I love that you feed squirrels, you take care of the creatures around you. You have such a big kind heart Holly.  Never change because you are amazing.


    OTHER AMAZING, INSPIRING AND WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHO ARE A JOY TO SEE ON THE DASH AND INTERACT WITH :

@qceenmother , @erodedauthenticity , @xscarletvvitch , @expendablc // @vleermuiis ( anna i love you so so much ) , @fightingsouls , @engineeringmonkeywiz , @tcmbraider , @mutantproud , @swellofpity , @mcrtii , @badasshybridqueen , @warstopper , @sightedmundane , @pepperpxtts , @cxpt , @captainbrogers , @readyforyours , @witcheswrath , @hiddensteel , @tragicloss , @vnmblasts , @youusedme , @jemmasimmonsbiochemist , @gammagreen , @thundrer , @kiiindheart , @battlehardencd , @fatigucs , @keepmarching , @loathedlineage , @haosvestica , @orphanis , @vireous , @influencedbyfear . @snarkofstark , @prettyhcrts , @harleenie , @amongwclves , @bringerofthestorm , @ledgerfilled , @movefcrward , @servinglies , @witchyserena , @ofbecomings , @theevolutionaryapex , @symboltothenation , @stolenparticles , @hackedpower , @warricrhearted , @weightofmyshield , @queencfdisaster

   And to everyone else i follow, know that i love you all and that each and every single one of you is loved and appreciated<3

@ the people who are calling out mark’s snake friends but acting like mark is an innocent victim in all of this

i honestly ??????? don’t quite understand why everyone is down to trash mark’s friends yet only about 1/5 of y'all are calling mark out along with them

like let me remind you these guys are MARK’s friends. not bambam’s, not yugyeom's—they sure as hell aren’t youngjae's—no, they are MARK’s friends. this isn’t just one or two reptile nasties in association with him either, this is AN ENTIRE GROUP of problematic, shit-faced drunks who leak the n-word and other derogatory bullshit like it’s their mother tongue.

these aren’t just “past high school friends” either ????? mark is STILL friends with them, he payed for their tickets to flyinla, let them backstage and has taken snapchat pics w/ them multiple times, and not even a week ago was partying with these same trash heaps listening to black music and them calling him “my n*gga” in his own backyard. don’t act like they’re some irrelevant group of people he’s already left behind and doesn’t associate himself with anymore.

mark didn’t even look phased at bambam calling him the n-word, much less did he bother to tell his friends to stop every time they said it when they @’d him on twitter/ig. he’s made it pretty damn obvious that he’s okay with his friends saying shit. in this whole situation he’s been transparently neutral and THAT MAKES HIM JUST AS GUILTY.

BEING AN ENABLER IS NOT A POSITIVE THING.

MARK MAY HAVE CHANGED FROM HOW HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, AND I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT TRAINING FOR 5 YEARS AND COMING TO SK TO FOLLOW HIS DREAM HAS MADE HIM A BETTER PERSON (IN ALL THE 2 ½ YEARS GOT7 HAS BEEN AROUND THIS BOY HASNT DONE A SINGLE THING THAT WAS PROBLEMATIC ASIDE FROM HAVING THESE SHITTY ASS PEOPLE ASSOCIATED WITH HIM), BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT THESE ARE HIS FRIENDS. 

  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO CAME TO FLYINLA DRUNK OFF THEIR ASSES WHEN OVER HALF THE AUDIENCE MADE UP OF MINORS, ACTING HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE AS THEY TURNED GOT7’s ENCORE SEGMENT INTO A COMPLETE JOKE. I ATTENDED AND WAS PRESENT FOR DAY 1, SAW THEIR NASTINESS FIRST HAND AND WAS IN HONEST DISBELIEF AS TO HOW UNPLEASANT THEY WERE. BECAUSE OF THEM, SO MANY PEOPLE WENT HOME DISSATISFIED AND THERE WERE SO MANY NEGATIVE FAN ACCOUNTS THAT GOT7 DID NOT DESERVE.
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES SPRAYING FANS WITH WATER AND BEER LIKE THE CONCERT WAS SOME KIND OF RAVE, RUINING SOMEONE’S HAND-MADE SIGN WITH THEIR NONSENSE AS WELL AS MAKING A GIRL CRY BY HITTING HER WITH A LIGHTSTICK THEY THREW, GETTING INTO A FIGHT SO BAD THE POLICE HAD TO COME. 
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO UPLOADED PRIVATE IMAGES OF GOT7 ONTO THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THE SAKE OF GAINING LIKES AND FOLLOWERS, CREATING THIS ENTIRE MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE AND NOT ONLY DISRESPECTING MARK’S PRIVACY AND REPUTATION, BUT ALL OF GOT7’s. YOUNGJAE DIDN’T EVEN GO TO THE FUCKING PARTY, HE SAT HIS ASS DOWN AT HOME AND WAS PROBABLY PLAYING POKEMON GO ALL DAY, YET HE’S GOING TO GET YELLED AT IN ASSOCIATION WITH THIS BULLSHIT AND YOU DON’T KNOW HOW UPSET THAT MAKES ME.

YES, ANDREW AND JESSICA AND HOLLY AND WHOEVER ELSE IS IN THEIR NASTY ASS SNAKE GROUP ARE THEIR OWN PERSON AND HAVE THEIR OWN RESPONSIBILITIES AS ADULTS, BUT Y'ALL NEED TO REALIZE THAT WHEN THEY ACT OUT LIKE THIS IT DOESN’T JUST ULTIMATELY FALL ON THEM. IT FALLS ON MARK. IT FALLS ON GOT7.

LIKE I WOULD LOVE TO THINK THAT MARK IS AWARE OF HOW HURTFUL THE N-WORD IS TO ALL OF THEIR BLACK FANS, THAT HE DOESN’T SUPPORT THE USE OF THE N-WORD OR ANY DEROGATORY TERM AT ALL & THAT HE DOESN’T SHARE ANY VIEWS WITH THE TRASH PILE HE HAS AND STILL CALLS “HIS FRIENDS"—BUT I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT HE’S FROM AN AREA IN LA WHERE ITS KNOWN TO HAVE PRIVILEGED LITTLE ASIAN KIDS WHO CARELESSLY THROW THE N-WORD AROUND, ARE REGULAR DRUG AND ALCOHOL USERS, AND ATTEND RAVES ON A NORMAL BASIS—MARK’S FRIENDS ARE SPITTING IMAGES OF THIS.

YOU CAN’T!!!!! HOLD!!!!! MARK!!!!! TO THE SAME STANDARDS!!!!! AS!!!!!! YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!

YES, MARK IS HUMAN JUST LIKE US, AND HE MAY HAVE BEEN UNAWARE THAT HIS FRIEND’S WOULD DO ALL THESE THINGS, AND JUST BECAUSE HIS FRIENDS ARE LIKE THIS DOESN’T MEAN HE IS. 

BUT MARK!!!!!! IS!!!!! AN IDOL!!!!!! AND ALONG WITH HIMSELF, HE HAS SIX OTHER PEOPLE TO LOOK AFTER AND UPHOLD AND THINK ABOUT!!!!!! AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S HIS FAULT FOR BEING FRIENDS WITH IRRESPONSIBLE, TOXIC ASSHATS WHO NOT ONLY HURT HIS MEMBERS, BUT HIS FANS AS WELL. 

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT Y'ALL, BUT GOT7 HAVE WORKED TOO LONG AND TOO HARD, LEFT BEHIND TOO MANY THINGS, MADE TOO MANY SACRIFICES, AND SHED TOO MANY TEARS TO HAVE THEIR BLOSSOMING CAREERS TORN DOWN AND DEGRADED BY MARK’S RATTY ASS GROUP OF FRIENDS WHO WENT INTO HIDING, SET THEIR ACCOUNT’S ON PRIVATE AND MADE SHITTY EXCUSES WHEN THINGS GOT TOUGH FOR THEM.

THE ONLY CONNECTION THIS FAKE ASS SNAKE PIT HAS WITH GOT7 IS MARK. AND UNTIL HE SPEAKS OUT, UN-FRIENDS, BLOCKS, AND DISASSOCIATES HIMSELF THESE PEOPLE I HAVE NO REASON TO NOT BELIEVE THAT HE IS ABSOLUTELY OKAY WITH EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE AND EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENING.

I KNOW Y'ALL WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING, AND NEVER LIKE POINTING FINGERS AT THE BOYS BECAUSE THEY WOULD NEVER DIRECTLY DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE, BUT THIS IS THE TIME.

 I NEED MARK TO REALIZE THAT THIS ISN’T A ONE PERSON SHOW. WHO HE’S FRIENDS WITH AND WHAT THEY DO DOESN’T JUST AFFECT THEMSELVES OR HIM, IT AFFECTS EVERYONE

DON’T BE SILENT ABOUT THIS. DON’T JUST BLAME MARK’S FRIENDS. JUST LIKE YOU FOUGHT FOR AN APOLOGY AND ACKNOWLEDGMENT FROM BAMBAM, YOU CANNOT ALLOW MARK TO STAY NEUTRAL AGAIN AND RISK THIS SERIES OF SCANDALS AND HURT FEELINGS HAPPENING SOME TIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE. DO NOT ALLOW MARK TO BE AN ENABLER. HE’S BETTER THAN THIS AND CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS.

I DON’T NEED TO SEE GOT7 HURTING AGAIN BECAUSE OF HIS RATTY “FRIENDS” NEXT YEAR. 

Kiss Me Slowly - a Laura/Carmilla fic

It was originally going to be less fluffy than it ended up being…

Also can be read on AO3

“Stupid vampire,” Laura muttered under her breath, listening to the sound of running water and knowing full well that Carmilla wasn’t going to clean her hair out of the shower any more than Laura herself was going to give up her cookies. “Stupid, useless vampire.” She looked at the clock; only a few hours before she would have to get up for her Lit midterm.

Shit.

She’d never be able to sleep, not with everything that had just happened. Not with the realisation that there were a group of vampires quite literally out for her blood and the only thing that was standing in their way was another vampire – and this one had already gotten a taste of her blood. Nervously running her hands through her hair, Laura wondered if the Dean and Will were going to come back soon, or if they’d wait. Honestly, she didn’t know which was worse.

And Carmilla…

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Fic: Make Me Someone New - a Carmilla Webseries AU: Part 1.1

Pairing: Hollstein
Rating: T
Word Count: 7566

Summary: Everyone knows how soulmates go. There’s a soul out there that is indefinably and inseparably bound to you for the rest of time, meeting in new lifetimes to relearn each other, only to have Death take you up in the unending cycle once again. Sounds great for a human. Not so much for a vampire. Death forgot you. Death left you to remember her over and over and over.

Part 1: Being Human

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richiegayzier  asked:

I'm gonna send you so many of these🙈 Mileven 18

“Ways you said I love you” writing prompt #18: From far away. 

Dear @eggosanddragons: Here is the first of many for you, my dear. I was honestly going to make this one angsty, but then realized that you basically picked ALL the angst-ridden prompts. So, suffer through this fluff before I get to your sweet, sweet angst. Love you <3 Thanks for the request(s).  


Under his blue patterned comforter and propped up on his blue patterned pillows, Mike Wheeler carefully thumbs through his well-read copy of The Return of the King, searching for lengthier descriptions of the Witch-King of Angmar, hoping to draw inspiration from Tolkien’s words for his next campaign, currently in the earliest stages of planning. On the bed beside him, an old worn notebook lays open, a pencil waiting across its lined pages and a small doodle in its margins—a heart with the letter E in its center.

A crackle of static draws Mike’s attention away from the small print of his novel and towards the radio resting atop his bedside table, right next to the tall glass of chocolate milk his mother had brought up just a few minutes earlier on her way to put Holly to bed. It’s already starting to condensate in the warmth of his bedroom.

“Mike? Hello?” El’s voice rings out, crisp and clear, just as Mike sets aside his book, placing the pencil between its pages to protect his spot. He can tell, immediately, that El is using her powers to strengthen their connection, to bring them closer together through the airwaves. The Byers’s house is much too far away for there to be so little interference—whenever Will tries to reach him over the radio, it’s a struggle to make out every third word.

“Hey El! How’s it going? Over.” Mike replies, grabbing the radio from its spot and sitting further up in bed.

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closer to you

A/N: Set during 1x03. I’m dismissing the whole Writing-A-Book-About-Alison plot. I wrote this in one sitting with no revisions, so excuse any mistakes.

He almost doesn’t hear it— in fact, he’s sure it’s just his imagination— but, after a moment, the now unmistakable sound of someone knocking at his door meets his ears. His dark brows furrow and his eyes flicker over to his clock as he reaches for the remote; it’s almost 10:30, which is well past the time frame for friendly visits.

His aging television shuts off with a somewhat concerning fizzle and he stands; his heart pounds in his chest. A million possibilities are running through his mind, but there’s one that stands out in particular. He can already see it: he’s going to pull open his door, and he’s going to be met with a cop or two, already holding out the handcuffs. Maybe he’s just paranoid, but that’s all he can think as he reaches for the doorknob. He sucks in a breath, bracing himself.

Both worry and relief wash over him as instead, he’s met with Aria, all dark hair and big, green eyes. Eyes which, Ezra notes, are brimming with tears. Concern wrenches his insides and he realizes how far gone he’s becoming.

“Hey,” he breathes, “I thought you were helping out at the gallery.” Why that was the first thing he could think to say, he has no idea.

“I was,” she answers. He can see that she’s digging her nails into her palms. “Can I come in?”

Yes, he immediately thinks. However, his brain speaks much louder than his heart. “I’m… not… sure if that’s a good idea,” he finally manages, albeit regretfully.

Aria pauses; he can see her struggling. “I'm— I’m sorry, this was… a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here, I just… I just didn’t know where else to go.” She waits for him to answer and when he doesn’t, she continues. “I’ll see you on Monday.” With that, she’s turning on her heel. He calls after her before he can stop himself.

“No, wait.” She stops and he can practically see the hope bubbling inside her. He can’t break that. “Are you— are you okay? Do you need me to drive you home?”

“That’s the last place I want to be.” Her words are whispered, as if she were to speak any louder, her tears would topple over.

He notes this is the first time he’s seen her cry— well, almost cry. He hates it. “Why? What happened?”

Her bottom lip quivers. “Can— can we just… be here for a minute?” she asks, voice shaking.

He offers her the gentlest of smiles, and takes a step forwards. She must realize what he’s agreeing to, because without hesitation, she wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his chest. Ezra can’t help but think how right this feels.


After a few minutes standing outside his doorway, Ezra had realized two things. A.) Standing outside his apartment where anyone could see them probably wasn’t the smartest idea, and B.) He was going to have to kick her to the curb or bring her in, anyway.

He’d decided on the latter.

“Uh, I’d let you have the bed, but…” He scratches behind his neck and looks at his mattress. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

She nods in understanding, but stays quiet. The moment has fallen into an uncomfortable silence; Ezra feels like he needs to break the tension somehow. “Do you, uh, want something to wear?” His ears go red at the thought of Aria wearing his clothes, but it’s not like she really has a choice.

She swallows. “Would that be okay?” she asks, voice small. He nods and rushes towards his dresser. He thumbs through his multiple shirts before landing on the softest one his can find— a mustard yellow one from his days at Hollis. He grabs that and a pair of black sweats before heading back towards Aria with a fumbling gait. “Here,” he says, thrusting the fabric out towards her. He avoids eye contact, as if she’s already naked.

Oh god, Ezra internally groans. Don’t think about that.

“The bathroom’s that way.” He purses his lips and nods his head in the direction of said bathroom before offering her what he knows is probably the most awkward grin in the history of awkward grins. She nods back and hurries off to change.

Once she’s gone, Ezra plops down on his couch. What the hell is he getting himself into? He runs his hands through his dark hair and practically groans. Aria shouldn’t be here, and she especially shouldn’t be just down the hall, naked.

Stop thinking about it! he scolds himself. He really needs to get his emotions in check.

Minutes pass before Aria’s walking out of his bathroom, t-shirt swallowing her whole and sweatpants bunched at the ankles. She looks so small and fragile, and in that moment Ezra realizes the severity of their situation. She’s a teenager. Her teacher or not, what they’re doing is wrong.

However, as Aria sits beside him, leg grazing his and painted fingernails accidentally brushing against his knee, he also realizes that she makes his head spin and his heart pound and he couldn’t stay away from her if he tried.

So he doesn’t.

“Do you wanna watch some TV?” he finally asks. His voice is soft, as if speaking any louder would upset her again.

“Okay,” she shrugs.

He reaches across her for the remote and turns on the television; it takes a couple of long moments, but the picture finally comes in. “I don’t have cable, but I’ve got one of those Roku things,” he says with a nod. “We can watch something on Netflix.”

She nods and offers him a smile, making something warm blossom inside him. He wants to make her happy, more than anything.

The rest of the night is spent watching Midsomer Murders, eating off-brand popcorn, and talking shit about a woman he doesn’t know. Ezra couldn’t be more content.


It’s nearly pitch black, aside from the red, digital letters flashing 2:03 AM. Ezra jolts awake as someone slides in bed next to him; he’s never been a heavy sleeper, and it takes him a minute to remember who the hell it could be.

“Aria?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

He hears a sniffle. “Sorry, I— I don’t know what I was doing,” she whispers. He can feel her scooting off the bed.

“Wait.” He blindly feels for her until he comes across her arm, which he grasps gently. “Are you okay?”

She’s silent, but there’s the unmistakable sound of her shuddering breaths. “I can’t sleep,” she finally offers up.

He nods, though he’s not sure she’ll be able to see it. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Can… can you just hold me?” her voice breaks and he can vaguely make out her outline in the darkness.

Before he can object, his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her towards him. She obliges. Earlier, she’d been able to contain her emotions, but he can tell she’s actually crying now. Her small frame shakes against him and he strokes her hair; he wonders if she can hear his heart snap in two.

He’s not sure how long they lay there, but he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep once her breathing calms. He presses a kiss to her head.

However, before he can drift off himself, he feels a small palm cradling his cheek. He can barely see her in the darkness, but he can feel her warmth, feel her breath so close to his. He swallows nervously. This isn’t right. He can’t do this— they can’t do this. She must sense his worry because she speaks, voice soft. “Thank you, Ezra.”

Before he can respond, her lips are against his. It’s gentle and sweet and pure; it’s a kiss goodnight, an unspoken promise.

“Goodnight, Aria.”

Reunion .2

Hey! Remember when I wrote this ?

(Don’t worry. I forgot about it too)

Well I wrote 1000 more words. They achieve nothing plotwise, and I have no idea where they are going, but I wanted to write some pre-couple Golly and was feeling too lazy to start a new story. So, anyway… They’re under the cut, if you want to read them. 

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Meet the Stewarts

‘Hol, where’s my tie?’ Gail called out. She wasn’t quite used to the feeling of being this nervous. Nope, not one of her top - ten emotions.

'Gail, you’re going to meet my parents, not marry me!’ Holly replied with a chuckle, finding a very flustered looking Gail absolutely adorable. Gail wasn’t one to easily get nervous - and the fact that Gail was going all out to impress her parents touched Holly immensely.

'I don’t think the occasion warrants a tie Gail, it’s just a nice quiet meal with my mom and dad - ’

'I want your parents to like me. And parents don’t usually like me. So excuse me for being just a tad worried about tonight.’ Gail sighed, deciding that perhaps the tie would be a bit over-board in the 'I’m qualified to date your daughter’ department.

'Gail, honey - my parents are going to love you. Just as yours loved me.’

Gail rolled her eyes at that. Of course Elaine Peck loved Holly, quite possibly more than she loved Gail. Gail still couldn’t forget the memory of both Holly and her mother laughing and chatting at 100 miles per hour, about her. Trust Holly to have Elaine Peck wrapped around her little finger.

'That doesn’t count when you’re as adorable as you are.’ Gail muttered, falling back into the bed. She was definitely going to need some alcohol to get through her evening.

'Aww, thanks babe.’ Holly smiled back, giving Gail a quick peck on the cheek before getting up to leave.

'Can we stop at the bar for a few drinks?’

Holly scoffed at that, 'Sure, Gail - I’ll just tell my dad - a man who values punctuality as much anything that we’ll be late because you needed a few drinks.’

Gail frowned at that.

 Should have had the alcohol beforehand.

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Walking from the car up to the front steps of the Stewart residence, Gail immediately felt sick. This was all turning too real, too fast. Who was she kidding, parents did not like her, her own parents barely liked her - and here she was going to meet the most important and intimidating person ever. Nope, no way was this evening going to be anyway the way she wanted it to be.

'I think I’m going to be sick.’ Gail whispered in Holly’s ear as she rang the doorbell. Great timing on that, Peck.

'Well, don’t.’ Holly replied, knowing that her father would never approve of that.

Gail took a deep breath and centered herself.

Come on Peck, you can do this. You’re a police officer for Christ’s sake. You deal with thugs everyday - this should not throw you off.

No sooner than 10 seconds since Holly rang the doorbell, the front door opened and a huge man stepped out.

'Daddy!’ Holly exclaimed in joy, giving her dad a tight hug as Rob Stewart wrapped his arms around his daughter as well.

Gail had heard plenty about Colonel. Robert Stewart - but nothing prepared her for the sight she faced. Towering well over 6 and a half ft, Rob Stewart looked like a man who could crush bones with his bare hands. Clean-shaven and impeccably dressed, Rob Stewart still looked like he was ready to march off into war at the first sign of it.  Gail had to try really hard to not visibly gulp at the man, who for all his machismo, was smiling gleefully as he hugged his daughter. Rob Stewart looked like the man who never bent his will, but was willing to go to the ends of the world for his daughters.

If I wasn’t terrified enough.

Oh shit, what do I do now? Gail was trying to figure what to do next. Handshake? Hug? What do I call this guy? Sir? Colonel?

'Daddy this is Gail.’ Holly started, turning to introduce Gail to her father, who outstretched his hand towards Gail.

Handshake it is.

'Pleasure to meet you, Sir.’ Gail replied, hoping her nervousness wasn’t obvious.

'Oh please,’ Rob Stewart laughed, shaking Gail’s hand vigorously, 'Call me Colonel.’

Gail’s eyes widened at that.

Off on the wrong foot from the start. Terrific.

'Daddy!’ Holly exclaimed, knowing her father was being playful.

'Fine, fine you can call me Rob,’ the Colonel replied with a little twinkle in his eye as he let go of Gail’s hand and ushered the two girls inside. Holly ran in to greet her mother, as Gail stood at the threshold of the house, removing her coat.

Monica Stewart was a kindly, no non-sense woman, who was at that time busy preparing setting up the table for dinner. Holly gave her mother a tight hug and introduced Gail as she stepped into the dining room.

'Good evening Mrs. Stewart’ Gail started and stopped short as Monica pulled her in for a tight hug.

 Oh God, hugs.

Gail internally groaned and Holly grinned at seeing Gail and her mother.

'You seem nervous dear! Don’t let him get to you.’ Mrs. Stewart told Gail with a wink. Gail immediately steeled her mind. No way she was going to get through this evening if she seemed nervous already.

'You two!’ Colonel Stewart called out with a loud laugh, 'Stop that! Besides, what joy does an old man have other than terrifying the people his daughters bring home hmm?’

Holly and Mrs. Stewart laughed at that, Gail on the other hand didn’t know whether to be terrified of the man’s words or to take him for his playful tone.

Holly, of course started helping her mother with everything, leaving Gail and the Colonel alone.

Holly Stewart, don’t you do this to me.

'So, Gail, what’s your poison?’

Gail turned around as quickly as she could, her mind half wondering if the Colonel actually had a vial of poison somewhere. She was immensely relieved when she saw the Colonel holding up a bottle of scotch.

Alcohol! Yay!

'Scotch, neat.’ deciding that perhaps her usual choices of Bourbon or Tequila were not good for this time.

The Colonel nodded, clearly impressed with Gail’s choice. For once, Gail felt her high tolerance of alcohol had a good use.

Gail accepted the clear glass which Rob offered her and the two of them moved towards the living room.

The house was extremely cozy, without being showy. A show-case filled with various plaques and awards the Colonel had received over the years was at one end of the room. The walls were filled with various pictures - both family ones and ones for the sake of adorning the house. Numerous photos of Holly and her sister were scattered over the wall, giving the room an extremely homey feel. The furniture over the room was simplistic as well. An arm-chair - which was clearly reserved for the Colonel was at the centre of the room, flanked by sofas on both sides. On the whole - the house was definitely comfy for the elderly couple.

Rob took his glass of scotch and sat on his arm chair, motioning to Gail to take a seat on one of the sofas. Gail was still considerably shaken up from the Colonel’s previous words and would have loved to guzzle all the scotch that was in her glass in a gulp. Deciding that would be indecorous, Gail held the glass in her hand, trying her best to feign casualness, hoping her usual mask was just as it always is.

'So, Gail, Holly tells me you’re a police officer?’

Gail decided to stick to the safe side and address the Colonel as sir anyway.

'Yes sir, 15th division. Toronto PD.’

'Ahh.’ Rob replied, taking a sip of his drink. Gail too decided she needed the hit of booze, took a heavy gulp from her glass.

'Wasn’t that division involved with a shooting last year?’

'Yes Sir, It was -’ realizing that being an officer at a precinct that had lax security in itself wouldn’t be exactly heartening to the Colonel.

'Utter madness’ the Colonel exclaimed, and Gail noticed that the Colonel hadn’t exactly opposed her referring to him as Sir.

I’m not in the good books.

'What happened?’

Gail proceeded to elaborate on the happenings of that day, explaining about the officers that were shot - leaving out the part where she stuck her tongue down his daughter’s throat.

This is her father Gail, the man looks like he could strangle a bear in his sleep.

The conversation flowed on, and the two were deep in conversation about the various weapons the force was using when Mrs. Stewart called them to the dining room.

Gail was a little relaxed, either because of the alcohol or the talk, or both.

As Gail sat at the table, the others took their places as well - Holly was opposite to Gail, the Colonel on her right, and Mrs. Stewart on her left. It was a snug fit.

Gail sat motionless as Mrs. Stewart served them all the food. Holly gave her a reassuring smile.

You’re alive so far.

The Colonel was the first to break the silence - after taking a sip from his water - decided to start  with his interrogation of Gail.

'So, Officer - what does the future hold for you?’

Holly gave her small father a sideward glance before looking back at Gail, continuing to eat.

This is worse than when my mother asks that.

'I do plan for applying for Detective rotations, and working my way up from there.’

The Colonel nodded at that, as he swallowed his food.

'Isn’t that a late start, Officer?’

Mother would have said the same thing.

'Well Sir, I didn’t want to be pushed with the crowd blindly, and I assure it is a carefully considered decision - not one for the sake of moving on.’

Gail felt pretty pleased with that answer and smiled at Holly who was grinning her usual lopsided grin back at her.

Finally opened score Peck. Well done.

Suddenly, an all too familiar tune came on, and on hearing it both Gail and Holly looked up at each other in absolute horror.

Don’t go there, Peck. DON’T go there.

It was too late.

Da doo. Da doo.

Do. Da doo.

Da doo wop.

Do. Da doo.

Gail immediately coughed, almost gagging on air as some extremely inappropriate imagery scrolled past her mind.

You’re having dinner with her parent’s Gail. Pull it together.

Holly of course had dropped her fork and was running her fingers across her neck.Gail was insanely turned on at a blushing Holly, who was looking anywhere but up.

'That must be your sister calling. I’ve told her umpteen times to not call during dinner - ’ Mrs. Stewart muttered as she got up to take the call. Holly of course had turned a bright red and was willing to go hide beneath the table for the amount of embarrassment she was feeling. A minute later, the Colonel followed his wife to talk to his daughter.

The duo sat like a pair of kids who were trying to hide their shenanigans. Holly was trying her best to regain her composure, but Gail was extremely amused seeing Holly so red, burst out into laughter. Holly gave her her best glare - which only served to make Gail laugh more.

Soon, the couple did come back to finish their meal, and Gail hoped against hope her interrogation was done.

'Mom - who told you about that song?’ Holly questioned, wondering when did her mother become a fan of to Indie Music.

'Oh your sister set that song dear, It sounds nice and soothing.’

Gail was on the verge if bursting into laughter once again but remembering the Colonel was just behind her, decided to play it cool.

'Tell me about your parents, Officer.’ the Colonel addressed Gail as he sat back down at the table.

This isn’t going to end soon is it?

Gail started about her police dynasty of a family - not going too deep into specifics.

'Your mother is the Superintendent?’ the Colonel exclaimed in surprise and Gail internally rolled her eyes.

This isn’t going good is it?

The worst part of it all was Gail couldn’t make out if she was doing well or not. So far, the Colonel was just taking in all she had to say.

When will the results of this test be out already?

The rest of the meal went on quite peacefully with Mrs. Stewart asking Gail various questions about her job.

After dinner, the Colonel stepped out to the porch to have his nightly cigar while Holly and her mother disappeared somewhere into the house leaving Gail alone.

Now or never Peck.

Gail stepped out to the porch and joined the Colonel. Gail had been waiting for this moment for a long time and was bursting with impatience to have a private moment with the Colonel.

Gail approached the man and stood beside as him as he leaned over the little parapet that looked over the backyard.Gail decided the Colonel wasn’t one for beating about the bush lightly - and decided to be as direct as possible.

'Before you say anything’, the Colonel began, 'let me put it out there that I don’t care who you or your parents are. If you dare hurt my Holly, I will make you feel extremely sorry for it.’

Gail nodded, knowing well that the man was quite capable of carrying out his word. Then again - Gail wasn’t surprised at that. She had been waiting for this all evening,

“I wouldn’t expect any less Sir. But I swear to you that I would never do that. I love your daughter, and I intend to marry her someday.’

The Colonel turned to look at Gail with a look of surprise and anxiety. Gail of course misconstrued that as anger.

Oh my God he’s going to throw me over this wall isn’t he?

'She’ll be constantly worried about you.’ he stated, softly remembering the times his little girl had cried in his arms every time he had to leave for an assignment. Gail shook her head as well. That was something she really wished she could change.

'I know, Sir.’

Gail was surprised at the Colonel’s words. She suddenly remembered Holly’s description of him.

'He’s like this big bear. Intimidating to look at, all fuzzy once you get to know him.’

The Colonel looked at Gail with a little smile. 'Call me Rob, Gail. ’

Did I just pass?

'And I certainly have no apprehensions with you marrying my daughter. You’re a good person Gail and that’s all that matters to me. I trust that my daughter knows best - but I have no doubt you will be a good wife for my Holly.’

Gail’s joys knew no bounds - she was grinning the hardest she had ever in her life.

I passed!

Gail was sure even if the Colonel hadn’t given her his blessing she would have proposed to Holly anyway - but it was good to know her family approved of her.

'What you two doing out here?’ Holly asked, sticking her head out into the little porch.

The Colonel winked at Gail and replied.

'Oh I was just telling Gail here about the time you decided you could fly because you thought you had ‘turned-off’ gravity.’

Gail chuckled at that and at Holly’s look of horror.

All that’s left is to pop the question.

So, those leaked Gail and Holly scenes

I watched them, obviously. Repeatedly. Foregoing sleep.

Going for it under the cut. Spoiler warning.

Firstly though, can we talk about how painfully romantic all their scenes were? Just gorgeous. I was genuinely overwhelmed by it.

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In Dreams You Will Lose Your Heartaches (Part 1)

So this is the Cinderella!au I’ve been thinking about. It’s a mix of the movie and some of the original writings. It’s not the best and there are probably numerous mistakes which I apologize for. 

I decided to break it up into parts so hopefully I can work on the other parts soon and get those up. 

So I hope you like it and that it’s not too bad. 

Once, there was a small boy with a loving family. Hester’s father and mother adored him, teaching him to be kind and only to love. The boy was close with his parents, but sadly there had been an accident and his father had died. Hester had lost his left foot. His mother was heartbroken and with little money after the funeral, was forced into a marriage with an older man. Pitch Black was a tall, gray-faced man with two daughters—twins—Heather and Holly. They were mean-spirited and treated Hester badly behind his mother’s back. Unfortunately, his mother’s health began to decline and she was bedridden.

Hester was at her side every day, holding her warm hand in his as she regaled him with stories of wishes coming true. Pitch Black did nothing to save his ailing wife and soon she passed away, hand still clutched tightly by her son. The funeral was quick and Hester was forced into being a servant for his stepfather and stepsisters. They called him Hiccup because he was a mistake in their lives. Hiccup had forgotten his old name as the years went by.

But no matter how harshly they treated him, Hiccup grew into a lovely young man with large green eyes and freckled skin. His companions were the mice that littered the mansion, each one having their own personality. The large greyhound, Toothless, also kept Hiccup company in his tower. Almost all the animals within the mansion were friends with Hiccup, all but Pitch’s cat, Drago. He was an old cat with scars and gnarled teeth. He liked to chase the mice around for fun, watching them cower in fear while he licked his lips. Hiccup tried to treat him kindly, but the old cat didn’t seem to care for friendship.

And so Hiccup went about his younger years working for his stepfather. He never knew life outside the mansion, but it didn’t stop him from dreaming of a day where he could be free to wander out into the world.


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anonymous asked:

I know you've got internet issues right now so I'm not expecting it to happen soon. But I have my fingers totally crossed for an update of 'Best Friend's Ex'; love that fic :)

Last chapter, Ao3

“What’s up Grumpous?” Sue asked while shooting another zombie.

“Nothing. Why?”

Sue chanced a glance at the blonde beside her. “Because you’ve been quiet for the past three days, it’s weird and it’s worrying me.”

Gail chuckled.

“So, what’s up?” Sue asked again.

She killed three zombies, taking the time to gather the words. Gail hadn’t been able to think of anything but her and Holly’s almost kiss, about every emotion elicited that day because of the med student. It was nothing that she had ever experienced before. Sure she had boyfriends during high school, one of which lasted three years, but what she felt for them wasn’t even in the same ballpark as what she felt with Holly. Her head was swimming and all the brunette did was touch her waist, her hot breath against Gail’s had drove her insane. She didn’t get any sleep because the brunette kept creeping back into her mind, and being surrounded by her delicious scent wasn’t helping.

Even when she snuck out of the apartment in the wee hours of the morning and showered the second she got home, she was still consumed by Holly.

And then guilt set in. She almost kissed her best friend’s ex. It was one thing when she just had a crush on Holly, when all that happened was a few butterflies and maybe a smile or two. But now Gail knew -undeniably- that what was going on was much more than a crush, this was a liking, a lust, and if it was anyone else she would have woken up next to them by now. She had to tell Sue, she didn’t want to be sneaky and have an incident -which is what she’d started to call the almost kiss- happen again.

Her palms began to sweat. “I” she started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I-uh, I like Holly.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've probably already been asked but a prompt idea for Rory: the school sports day.

Sorry this took me so long! And I kind of mixed two prompts together for this one hope that’s ok.

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‘Rory dinner is ready can you clear away your books so we can eat?’ Holly calls to Rory as he finishes his homework at the table.

Rory and Gail work in silence setting the table and help Holly carry the plates from the kitchen, but as soon as they hit their chairs Rory looks up with a mischievous look on his face. ‘So…’

‘Yes Rory?’ Holly asks.

‘It’s sports day in two weeks’

‘Yeah I saw that, the school sent us a letter about it, what events are you going to do?’

‘Well I want to do the egg and spoon and maybe one other but also will you guys please please do the parents race? Gail you’re super fast at running’

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your blog and Golly stories and I was wondering if I could ask you a favor? Could you write me a happy/fluffy little story? I'm really stressed out and I'm positive it would make me feel 100% better! -R

Heya R! I hope this is fluffy enough, and that you feel better. -also I’m overjoyed that you’ve come to me out of all, to write a little something-

Gail looked around the room at the many smiling faces, the people she’d gathered to celebrate, the family and friends she and her wife hand picked to witness their day. The day Holly -and Gail- had been dreaming of for decades, their wedding day.

There were flowers and twinkly lights, elders and babies, laughter and tears, and Gail’s personal favourite, lots of food and alcohol. It perfectly set to them, the new Mrs Peck and Mrs Stewart. Gail wasn’t exactly hating it.

An insufferable clinking sounded through the speakers that were supposed to be playing music. Gail turned to find Chloe holding a glass up at the mic the DJ had been using, and she groaned.

“Hi, I’m Chloe, for those of you who don’t know. I’ve set up a little slide show of the brides lives together so far, and their closest friends and family to give little speeches.” Chloe chipped cheerily. She pointed to a white wall across the room, “it will be shown over there.”

Gail rolled her eyes, if it was up to her this wouldn’t have been happening. She wanted as little embarrassment as possible, that meant no sappy speeches, no slide shows, no picture reels that played in the dining room for the entire event, no clinks to press for kisses, but Gail allowed all of it because the smile it brought to Holly’s face. This whole thing was for her, and so she’d get everything she wanted.

The first slide was of a tiny Holly helping an even tinier Gail to stand. And so it begun…

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