Yep, I think this is the end of this short journey~

part one . part two . part three .


Gemma Chan photographed by Brian Daly for Stella Magazine

[Gemma’s] acutely aware of being a rare non-white face leading a major TV series, and praises Humans for its diverse cast. “It’s a conversation that needs to improve. When I left drama school I’d never have imagined I’d be in the West End in a Pinter play set in the 1960s and nothing be made of my background. So there’s been progress, but there’s a long way to go.”

@ marvel fans: as a bi person Yeah, i wish there were more bi characters but this idea that who do have past relationships with women are bi and not gay needs to stop?? It keeps the idea that there can only be “”“gold star gays”“” and leaves internalized homophobia out of the discussion in queer comic books.


every series of doctor who [9/9] →  series nine

There’s this emperor, and he asks the shepherd’s boy, “How many seconds in eternity?”. 

The shepherd’s boy says, “There’s this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it. Every hundred years, a little bird comes. It sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed.” 

You must think that’s a hell of a long time.  Personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird. 


I’m not ready for this series to be over 😭❤️

Inktober Day #20: Worried

It’s not even that cold outside, but Mob is still kinda getting over a cold and his friends/brother are…a bit worried…

Tumblr wouldn’t let me upload this last night so you’re getting this now :P

For anyone in need of solid Johnlock after this mess...

For anyone in need of solid Johnlock after this mess, for anyone wanting to forget s4 and bury yourself in a different canon, I recommend you check out @johnlockish

Johnlockish is an RP blog. It was started before series 3 came out, so there’s nothing from series 3 or 4 in there despite its long run (over 3 years - they’re now on hiatus). And they wrote it how it should have been written.

They begin with the aftermath of Sherlock’s return (post-s2) and go through John and Sherlock realizing their feelings and navigating a relationship, realistically working out their issues, (eventually) married life, and more, I could go on, it’s all there. Johnlock, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, slow burn, everything.

Their writing is GORGEOUS and wonderfully in-character. Everything is on one cohesive blog so it’s easy to follow, just like a fic (Sherlock is in italics, John in plain text). They took questions as an RP blog, but also wrote texts to one another/wrote quality fic to fill in gaps readers aren’t privy to or to emphasise things in the blog.

And as I said, they wrote (in real-time) for 3 years. They’re on hiatus right now and left the option open of coming back, but they left it at a good stopping place with a fic and a sign off from John that seems fitting. Not to mention, there’s so much content there - years worth of it - to read and bury yourself in.

They are the epitome of good pure balanced Johnlock for me. And I don’t say that lightly. I highly recommend checking them out.

Here is a link to the very beginning (the first post is at the bottom of that page). Don’t click on the ‘plot’ button because that will take you chronologically through the blog, but only the very important bits tagged ‘plot’. It doesn’t include most of the other character/fun bits in between (it was used so people could catch up quickly).

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Shiro/Matt Fic Recs

Cardboard Castles by Agapostemon   // 35k (series, WIP)

A Very Original Modern AUTM. Mostly Shiro-centric. Lots of fluff (mostly platonic). Lots of mental illness feels. Lots of suffering, but always happy endings.

Keith has BPD. Shiro and Matt have PTSD. Lots of Broganes. A bunch of dorky engineers being dorky. Eventual Klance. Slow burn Shiro/Matt. Like… really, really slow. Like nine years worth of slow.

ok,,, this is like my fave series ever,,, shatt is in it but not a huge part of it (in the last fic it is) but its so goOD 

take my hand, take my whole life too by AlwaysRain // 32.5k (multi-chapter; WIP)

“Matt… can you not remember?”

Shiro can hear his own heartbeat in the long silence that follows. It seems like Matt isn’t going to answer, but then he does- so quietly that Shiro can barely hear his voice rasping with disuse.

“… I don’t know where I am.”

Pure angst and i love it. theres aftermath of torture and future butt stuff so u are warned

Like Rubidium and Water by firepaladins // 6.8k (one shot)

“Hey, have you ever seen what happens when you put rubidium in water?” 

SOME GOOD OLD SCHOOL AU where shiro is a jock and matt is a mad scientist, aka he likes blowing shit up.

thats some gay shit by solllys // 16.6k (multi-chapter)

pidge: lance is a harlot
pidge: but he’s our harlot and we love him
lance: i cant believe youre calling me a slut
keithkogay: when the shoe fits
lance: go away emo hermit
keithkogay: no im taking you to walmart get down here you fucking twink

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love text based fics, but this is mostly klance but shatt is in it and its cuter than a baby with a puppy. as u can read from the description, bad words are used ALOT u have been warned

Pardon Me byeso (cazzy) // 2.7k (oneshot)

“Wait,” Lance says, scrambling on the couch until he’s sitting up. “I do have questions about the derivatives, but I’m dying to hear more about this barista that swept you off your feet!”

“You already know everything,” Shiro sighs, moving to pack up his laptop and textbook. “He works at Castle of Lions and we’ve talked a grand total of three times.”

YALL…. pining shiro is great this fic is so sweet and short but i still love it

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny // 43.3k (multichapter; WIP)

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

im crying,,, this is angsty as heck and is sad but its so good,,,, pls read it. klance is also in this

Holy Shattrimonyby Ikira // 14k (Series; WIP)

Shiro just thought that he was helping Matt out, keeping him safe while they were prisoners, making sure he had enough to eat, that kind of thing. The other alien prisoners, however, see it in a slightly different light. Congrats, Matt and Shiro, you officially just got space-hitched!

this is also a really good series and just… matt and shiro get space married and cute things. smut in the last part of the last fic and skippable

The Trials and Tribulations of Matthew Holt by herekittie // 15k (multi-chapter)

“Takashi Shirogane is my pilot,” he said, voice flat and monotone. “Takashi Shirogane is my pilot, Katie. Takashi Shirogane.”


As if someone had flipped a switch, Matt freaked out in a burst of emotion, nearly knocking his head into Katie’s nose when he turned. “Takashi Shirogane, Katie. The Garrison darling! He holds all the records! All of them! Fastest stimulation time, youngest instructor, most liked instructor, and. And.” He looked down at his phone again.

“Right,” Katie said, drawing the word out. “Your crush.”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “My crush.”

A 5+1 thing that started as ‘times Samuel Holt interrupted Matt and Shiro’ but eventually became 'times Matt falls in love with Shiro’

god i love sam holt as much as he loves his peas,,,,, but dang this is cute and i can RELATE TO MATT LOL

ill be adding more to my list if i have time but!!! these are my current fave shatt fics (that i could pull outta my ass in like 10 minutes) but i always want more to read and add to my list!!! 



Boys Over Flowers originally aired January 5,2009 till March 31,2009. It is a 25 episode long KDrama aired on KBS2. BOF is originally based off Yoko Kamio’s Japanese shojo manga series “Hana yori Dango”

Seven Years later, it is one of the most beloved Korean Dramas. It has gotten multi Parody’s and its main theme Almost Paradise is used on multiple variety shows and dramas making fangirls react. 

HERE’S FOR MANY MORE YEARS WITH the beloved F4 and the two lovely leading ladies :D 

Someday, maybe, but not today...

Once upon a time, a friend kept bothering me to watch this British show she loved starring some odd looking tall fellow and his tiny blond friend.  She was rather relentless, so when I heard that the second series was just weeks away I decided that in the interest of shutting her the hell up I’d give it a go.

If you’d told me then that over five years later a television show would have wound its way around my heart and into my brain and become a fixture in nearly every part of my life—Well, I would totally have believed you.  

This is not my first rodeo, you see.  Sherlock is not my first fangirl love, it’s the most recent in a long line of things I’ve adored to the extreme.  The timeline of my life is filled with music and books and movies and shows that have captivated me over the years.  It’s a linear history of where I’ve been and what moved me—and what was eventually cast aside to make way for something new.

So when the Baker Street boys moved into my life and sat down by the fire, I knew that no matter what this new adventure might bring me there was only one thing certain about it:

It wouldn’t last forever.

Fandom is fleeting by its very nature—the discovery of something shiny and new and exciting, something that makes you look at the world differently through its lens.  It can awaken passions or kindle new ones, rushing in like a wild wind that fans the tiniest of flames into a roaring fire—lighting up the world around you, consuming your days and nights and thoughts and dreams…but every fire, no matter how mighty, eventually burns out.

The buildup to series 4 has been a bittersweet one for me.  So much excitement to see where this show I loved would go next, mixed with a fair amount of melancholy for what I believed would likely be the last series we’d get.  And while I’d have loved to see our beloved boys end up where thousands of fics have (rightfully) put them, I am not wrecked with disappointment that it didn’t happen.  

If I had my way, S4 would have turned out very differently.  I don’t love all the choices that were made, and I could easily spend my time wishing it hadn’t happened, I could rail and scream and raise my fist in anger—but I choose not to.  I can see the faults in something and still adore it, can be disappointed in the direction it didn’t take but still enjoy the one it did.  I choose not be angry with where this story ended…because it wasn’t mine to tell.

This show has given me so much I am thankful for.  I’ve met wonderful people, made friends I adore who I’d never have crossed paths with but for our love of two British Idiots and our enduring belief in their love for each other.  It led me to hundreds of hours lost in the worlds other people created for these characters to live in, and inspired me to write my own.   Loving this show made me remember how much I love a great story.  It taught me that I have my own stories to tell.

I love this show.

But there will come a day when I won’t.  Not like I do now.  One day something new will catch my eye and my interest and it will spark a whole new adventure—and I’ll look back on these characters and the time I spent loving them with fondness and gratitude…then move on.  It will happen someday.

But today is not that day.

You know what this whole thing reminds me of? 

In the animated series Gravity Falls, there was this show-long question of who the author of the show’s journals was. At one point, this picture of the character Old Man McGucket was leaked, leading people to believe that he was the author.

When it was revealed that he WASN’T the author, it turned out it was all a part of some insane plan by the show’s creator, Alex Hirsch. 

And I’m sorry, this is exactly what’s happening to us, just on a much bigger, grander scale. It’s happening.

Our dads are having fun. 

On Location Pt. 10 - Touch and Go

Title: Touch and Go

Pairings: Reader x Jensen

Warnings: Angst, Blood

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: As Jensen and y/n escape with Harper from the mob of paparazzi at y/n’s house, they are t-boned when Harper runs a stop light in a hurry to shake the news outlet that had followed her to the rendezvous with Jensen and y/n. Jensen’s injuries are minor and Harper is fine. Y/n’s injuries on the other hand are much more severe. She is touch and go from the moment the paramedics arrive and all Jensen can think is that she is in this mess because of him. It is all his fault.

A/N: This is pure trash. I’m really sorry. Hopefully I haven’t disappointed you. I stepped away from this series for so long and now its just… ugh. I’m terribly sorry! 

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The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome


Back in their room after they’d had dinner and went to see some fantastically terrible disaster movie at the local dollar movie theater, Scully stopped mid-shoe fling, “there’s only one bed in here.”

With a smile, “How the hell did you ever get beyond the academy, little miss observant? It was here when we checked in and you face-planted in the pillow for a nap.”

“I didn’t realize there was only one bed though. I thought we just fell asleep on the same one.”

“Nope. When I checked in, I wasn’t paying attention and managed to agree to one king instead of two doubles. It’s cheaper though so score in that respect.”

Returning to her shoe removal, “cheaper is good.”

“Agreed.” Scooting past her, “tired?”


Yawning in her direction, “how’s your nose doing? Any better today?”

She breathed deep, “still feels strange and stuffed and dry and you haven’t mentioned it but I can only assume I was snoring like a madwoman last night?”

Just shrugging, “you quieted down eventually but I know it’s not your fault so I dealt with it.”

“Well, if I’m bad tonight, wake me up and I’ll get my own room.”

Pretty sure he’d never kick her out of his bed regardless of snoring, kicking, thrashing, screaming, bad breath or stinky feet, “it’s a king-size bed. I’ll just go to my own time zone on the other side of the mattress and you’ll be too far away to hear.”



He woke up not from her snoring but from her coughing, a wet crackling cough that sounded entirely too familiar, even though it had been almost two years since he’d heard it. Sitting up quickly, Mulder shook her shoulders, “Scully? Wake up.”

Lifting her head, she coughed again, the sound hauntingly familiar to her as well. Shifting up on her elbows instantly, she looked down at her pillow, “shit.”

There was a blood-red stain dead center of the pristine white pillowcase, still glistening, still wet and still terrifying as it had been years ago. Mulder shot out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom for a wet washcloth, trying his best to squelch the panic rising from the depths of his soul, attempting to choke him while he watched the water soak into the cheap cotton. Returning, he found Scully sitting up, her thermal shirt sleeve pressed to her nose, gratefully taking the wet cloth from him, “thanks.”

“Do you want to go clean up while I change your pillowcase?”

Looking at him, blood on her sleeve, washcloth firmly against her face, she talked through it, her voice muffled, “I tried to come in a second ago but got dizzy.” He could see the fear shining in her eyes, even in the dim light from the bathroom.

Kneeling down in front of her, he indicated to the washcloth, “still bleeding or all done?”

Testing a few times, “I think it’s done.”

Mulder took the cloth from her, refolding it, exchanging the splash of color for a still white section. Coming back to her face slowly, he gently wiped off the few stray smears she’d left behind. Then, laying the cloth on the carpet, he reached for the bottom hem of her thermal, “let’s get this off you, then I’ll go put everything to soak in the bathtub.”

“I can do it, Mulder.”

Not letting go, he pulled her shirt up an inch, “I know you can but let me help you anyways, okay? Give me something to do so I don’t freak out.”

Without a word, she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, revealing a slightly too small tank top hugging her frame. Using her thighs as leverage, he hoisted himself up, “back in a minute.”

He quickly pulled the pillow case off as well and taking all three items into the bathroom, pushed the door mostly closed behind him before leaning over the sink, his own gaunt, pale face staring back at him in the mirror. It couldn’t be that. It was the altitude and the weather change and the stuffed sinus’ and all the nose blowing.

The cancer couldn’t be back.

She had the chip in her neck.

She was fine.

She had to be fine.

He felt himself spiraling quickly and could only imagine what Scully was feeling so he shook his head, forced himself to shut the hell up and put the bloody items to soak in cold water. Once back in the main area, he found her still sitting, not having moved more than an inch in the last three minutes. Realizing paralyzing fear when he saw it, even though he knew she’d never admit to it, he moved to her suitcase, immediately aware that they needed to do laundry the next day and shifted to his own bag, pulling out a t-shirt. Walking it back to her, “I didn’t see anymore pajamas in your things so will this be all right?”

Barely making out her nod, he slowly worked it over her head, then maneuvered her arms through the proper holes. Next, he swapped her pillow for a hotel one, then coaxed her to lay down on it. Climbing in beside her, he scooted near, scared to see her so disconnected. Reaching out, he ran his hand down her cheek, feeling how cold they were under his palm. After moving even closer, he gathered her up, shifting her until she molded to him, freezing cold toes against his shins, frozen hands first over his shirt then up and under to rest on his warm skin. Pulling all available sheets and blankets over them, he gladly roasted beside her, hoping to bring her up at least a degree or two, hoping to counteract the shock that seemed to have sent her internal temperatures plummeting.

Before he could ask if she felt any warmer, she shifted her hand to his side, pulling at him lightly, trying to get closer to him and not succeeding but desperately wishing she could. “Mulder?”

Speaking softly into her hair, “yeah?”

“I don’t want to fall asleep.”

He understood, “I know. I don’t want to either.”

“What if I don’t wake up?”

Without a word, he rolled to his side, snaking his knee between her thighs, his hand going around her back, pulling her flush to him, her face buried just below his Adam’s apple, “don’t say that, please? Not now.”

“Will you stay awake with me?”

“I don’t think I could sleep tonight even if I tried.”

Another few minutes of stillness passed before, “it can’t be back, right? I mean, it’s got to be weather-related and altitude and all that, right?”

“Those are the same two sentences that have been running through my mind for the last 15 minutes, over and over and over until I’m pretty sure the gears in my head are going to seize up and smoke’s gonna come out my ears.”

Relaxing her grip on his ribs, she chose to begin running a finger over the bottom few, back and forth, “that wouldn’t be a good look for you.”

“Then let’s think about something else.”

Scully snorted into his shirt, “let’s think about where we should go after San Francisco? We could maybe go down the coast, find the warmest beach possible, maybe even down to the tip of Baja.”

“Is Baja even in the US?”

“Do we care?”

“Not at all.” Feeling a few of her more tense muscles relaxing under the distraction, Mulder continued, “should we learn how to surf?”

“You don’t know how?”

Completely surprised, “do you?”

“Sure. We learned when we lived in San Diego. I mean, I was never that good but I can ride the waves in. It’s ugly but I can do it.”

“If you can surf, why don’t you call me ‘dude’ more often … or ever, actually.”

“Surfing and duding are not synonymous, Mulder or else given you went to school in England, I ought to be demanding scones and boiled meat with every meal.”

“Point taken.”

They talked another hour easily but eventually, voices got quieter, sentences got slower, breathing got deeper until finally, he felt her settle heavily against him, her hand stopping mid-stroke along his spine. He was still wide awake but that was okay. His mind had calmed some in the face of logic and he knew that out of the two of them, she needed the sleep more than he did so he stayed aware and stayed still, praying to a God he was inching closer and closer to possibly believing in, that this was all just a terribly false nightmare.


He must have fallen asleep at some point, however, given he found himself opening his eyes, blinking at the pale yellow light filtering through the semi-shabby curtains that covered the window. He heard water running in the bathroom but since the door was open, he stumbled from the bed, leaning on the doorframe a moment later, watching Scully hunched over the sink, scrubbing the items from the night before. Wondering if she hadn’t noticed him, he cleared his throat, causing her to shoot him a look out the corner of her eye, “you are not as quiet as you think, Mr. Mulder.”

Resting his head against the doorframe as well, “I wasn’t trying to be. How’s the washing going?”

“Not bad. I think once everything goes through the washer, they’ll look fine. Which reminds me, we need a laundromat today. The dirty clothes bag is full.”

“Then we will find one and also do some more snack shopping. I’m running low on Pop-Tarts and granola bars. Also, there was this sign for a bridge that would be cool to see.”

“Then our day is planned. Want to stay here again tonight and get going in the morning?”

Mulder nodded, “I’ll go down in a few minutes and add a day.”

He remained stationary, watching her as she finished up, then, to his surprise, she moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist, “I’m going to be fine. This morning was just … … I’m going to be fine.”

“I know but what do you say to finding a hospital and maybe seeing it you can get an MRI or something? Just to make sure.”

Scully shook her head against him, “not today. Today, we have mundane life to deal with but if it happens again, I will.”


They watched the bungee jumpers on the bridge for awhile, Mulder doing his best to coax her into trying it but she steadfastly refused ‘on religious grounds’.

“Religious grounds? Where does it say in the bible that you can’t jump off a bridge with a rubber band tied around your ankle?”

“It doesn’t but I imagine God does not want me dying at the bottom of a canyon when I could have stayed alive perfectly easily at the top.” Giving him a half-grin, “why don’t you go?”

“No, thank you.”

“Scared of careening towards Earth at terminal velocity?”

“Well, when you use both careening and terminal, yes, that’s part of it but I wouldn’t mind the falling so much, I think, as I would the possible sudden stop at the end.”

She didn’t have a counter-argument for this so she just held his hand, watching people fling themselves off the trusses and scream in sheer terrified delight.

Later in the evening, they hauled their dirty clothes to the laundromat they’d found a few blocks down from the hotel. Scully attempted to sort colors but Mulder nudged her aside and simply tossed handfuls of items into three open washers in a row, shutting them with a satisfying bang, then, turning to her, he saw her pursed lips, “what? It’s not like there’s anything new in there to turn everything red or something.”

“It’s going to make the bleaching of the whites more difficult this way.”

Mulder grinned at her, “color-safe bleach.” Holding up the small packet he got from the soap vending machine, “Deal with that.”

Her mouth softened, now resigned in her amusement, “do you have quarters, Mr. Thinking Ahead?”

“Nope but I’ve got dollar bills to spare and a change machine in the corner.”

Scully eyed his wad of cash, “dare I ask where you got all the ones? Are you stripping on the side or something?”

“You found me out. I pole dance on party buses on the weekends.” The snort that echoed off the walls of the Laundromat warmed his heart and he shrugged at her, “or I changed out a $20 while I was picking up lunch earlier.”

“I like the thought of the stripper pole though.”

“Um …”

“Breathe, Mulder. I won’t make you dance in public.”

Oh, the things this implied and his voice hitched just enough to send a smiling Scully towards the change machine, pulling several bills from his hand as she went by, “in private?”

“If you ever find a motel room with a pole in the middle of it, you will have a captive audience of one.”



“Challenge accepted.”

Once they had the machines going, Scully hoisted herself atop an empty one across the aisle from their clothes, talking animatedly at first to her partner but soon, slipping into silence, mesmerized by the swirl of cotton and flannel and soap. Mulder scooted himself beside her from his perch on the next machine until their thighs were touching. She didn’t react to his presence so he sat quietly, watching the colors spin with her.

When the indicator buzz of the finished machines didn’t move her, he patted her knee gently, “hey, you still in there?” Instead of the nod and smile he was expecting, she shook her head, not meeting his gaze. Laundry forgotten, he dropped to the ground, moving to stand in front of her, nudging her legs open to stand closer. She obliged but kept her head staring straight ahead, doing her best to avoid his questioning eyes. He took her by the chin, maneuvering her face downwards, forcing her to see him, “Where did you go?”

They were nearly eye-level with each other, Scully just a touch higher so when she tilted forward, meeting his forehead, he had to look up.

She didn’t answer his question, resting quietly against him, his arms snaking around her waist after a moment, pulling her towards him, hugging her as best he could. He didn’t move when the front door opened, admitting a couple with several laundry baskets between them and mid-argument about something stupidly mundane. They didn’t stop their fighting, not noticing or not caring about the quiet pair but Scully took this as her cue, “we should probably put everything in the dryers.”

He didn’t care. Moving his head against hers, his cheek sliding along until his mouth was beside her ear, “I’m going to hold you tonight while you fall asleep.”

“I’m going to hold you back.” Pressing her lips to his ear, she felt his eyelashes move against her as his eyes shut, “would you mind if I went back to the room?”

Pulling back, he feathered his lips over hers before unlocking his hands from behind her back and holding her elbow lightly as she slipped down to the floor, “I’ll see you when I’m done.”

She trailed her arm through his hand, curling her fingers around his for a moment before letting go, leaving him unanchored to his Scully, a thought from out of nowhere that terrified him. Reaching out, he snagged the back of her tshirt, “you want the keys?”

Shaking her head, “I’ll walk.”

Goodbye Gravity Falls

Hey internet. I’ve got some tough news I have to deliver. Are you sitting down? Do you have a minute? Here, have this picture of a dachshund dressed as a crayon to relax:

Everyone good? Okay here goes.

There’s no easy way to say it so I’m just going to say it: Gravity Falls is coming to an end. There are two more episodes left: “Weirdmageddon II: Escape from Reality” and “Weirdmageddon III” which will be our hour long series finale. After that, Gravity Falls as we know it will be over.

I know how tough this will be for many fans, and I feel you guys. But before you start sending me .GIF’s of pitchforks and torches let me explain.

The first thing to know is that the show isn’t being cancelled- it’s being finished. This is 100% my choice, and its something I decided on a very long time ago. I always designed Gravity Falls to be a finite series about one epic summer- a series with a beginning, middle, and end. There are so many shows that go on endlessly until they lose their original spark, or mysteries that are cancelled before they ever get a chance to payoff.

But I wanted Gravity Falls to have a mystery that had a real answer, an adventure that had a real climax, and an ending that had a real conclusion for the characters I care so much about. This is very unusual in television and a pretty big experiment, and Disney for their part has been enormously supportive. I know that hits are rare in this business, and its hard to let one of them go, so I’m so grateful that this company has had the vision to let me start (and end) the show the way I always wanted to.

Why did we wait so long to announce that this was the last season? The truth is, it wasn’t up to me. Before we started Season 2, my writers and I decided that this season would be the last. I wanted to announce this to the world at large then, but I was restricted from doing so, mainly because I think a lot of people were hoping I’d change my mind.

But Gravity Falls was never meant to be a series that goes on and on forever. It’s meant to be an exploration of the experience of summer, and in a larger sense a story about childhood itself. The fact that childhood ends is exactly what makes it so precious- and why you should cherish it while it lasts.  

No words can describe how grateful I am for the millions of fans who have cherished Gravity Falls for the time that it’s been on air. Running a TV show, especially one where you write, direct, supervise, and co-star, can be an incredibly grueling experience. But every hand-written letter, tweet, tattoo, piece of art, costume and creation from the fans made this enormous undertaking worthwhile. To the Gravity Falls fandom- I love you guys. You’re weird and clever and smart and curious and have been a constant inspiration to me and the crew. You’ve picked us up when we felt down and pushed and inspired us to do the best work we possibly could. I hope you enjoy watching our finale as much as we enjoyed dreaming it up.

And if you don’t, keep it to yourself, pal! Yeesh!

Anyway, I know this will still be hard for a lot of fans to digest, so here’s a few FAQ’s for you guys.


Is this a prank? You’re a real prankster, you are!

Nah man, this is real. The first stage of grief is “denial”- that’s why there are people out there who think that Andy Kauffman and Tupac are hiding in the woods waiting to drop 2016′s sickest album. But this is the truth. Besides, just bumming out millions of people for no reason would be a pretty lame prank. My pranks are a lot better than that, give me some credit!

This sucks! I want to be mad at someone! Is there someone I can be mad at?

Being mad is easier than being sad, I get it! But there really are no villains here. My team and I set out to do something and we did it, and the network supported our crazy vision. If you wanna be mad at someone, blame…I don’t know… the goat. With his shifty eyes. This is all his fault. 

Are they going to make a third season without you? Will it be called “Gravity Falls Babies: The New Class: Generations?”

While that is an amazing idea, and you would make an amazing executive, there are no plans to create another full season.

What’s next for you? Are you going to ride the rails with your belongings in a sack, playing the harmonica, going wherever the wind takes you like some kind of tragic folk hero, perhaps named “Johnny Flannel-Britches?”

These questions are getting weirdly specific, guys. The truth is- I don’t know! I’ve spent the last 4 years living & breathing Gravity Falls. I’ve pulled more all-nighters than anyone I’ve ever known who didn’t work at NASA and basically holed myself up in my office to the exclusion of any sort of actual life. I already have some very exciting opportunities lining up on the horizon after I take a good vacation. We’ll see!

How can we continue to stalk follow your exploits?

You can continue to find me on twitter @_AlexHirsch. I’ll be tweeting all sorts of GF goodies leading up to the finale!

Will the last episode be exactly like my head canon?  If not, can I firebomb your house?

The jokes on you, because I don’t have a house! I live in a “shire.” But seriously- my team works insanely hard to make the best series we can.  Of course there’s no way to satisfy every single fan’s personal theories. But our show reflects a genuine sincere effort by some really talented folks to make the coolest thing we can (with the time and budget available.) Will every single conceivable question ever thought of about Gravity Falls be answered in the end? Of course not. But that just leaves some material for any potential Gravity Falls projects in the future…(including the canon Journal #3 that goes on sale in 2016)

Are you SURE you’ll never make more Gravity Falls?

I know that there will be many fans who will be sad to see the Pines family go, but just because I’ve finished the story I wanted to tell doesn’t necessarily mean we will never see Dipper, Mabel, & Stan again. It means that this chapter is closed, and that I, at least for now, am personally done telling their story.

I want to thank Disney, my amazing cast and crew, and most of all our fans for taking this unforgettable road trip with me through the redwoods into a place called Gravity Falls. I look forward to seeing what adventure we go on next.
Your pal,

Alex Hirsch

PS: pqxv tbfoa

PPS: Want to thank the cast and crew for the awesome job they’ve done? Feel free to use the #GravityFinale

Got7 date series!

This is the third installment in the series, sorry for the delay! It took forever to write and I didn’t want it to end! I’m probably going to end up doing a JB series all on its own bc I’m JB trash these days, so look forward to that. Enjoy! 


Your pulse jumped as your phone vibrated in your hand, causing adrenaline to fire through your body. You were waiting for a text or some form of clarification that he was actually coming. You were practically in hysterics as the clock inched toward eight o’clock. You reread all the texts, trying to find some kind of sign, some kind of understanding as to what was taking so long, or what could possibly have gone wrong, only to press the lock button again. You clicked the button again, even though you’d literally just locked it. The screen lit up to reveal his name, your heart doing somersaults.

I’m on my way, sorry this is taking so long. I can’t wait to see you.

You couldn’t help but grin. He was so sweet.

It’s totally fine! I’ll see you soon! :) 

You breathed a huge sigh of relief, and barely had enough time to slip into your heels, throw another layer of deodorant and a cardigan on, and brush your teeth again before the doorbell announced his arrival. You checked your reflection one last time, took a deep breath, and headed to the front door.

“Y/N-ah… aish, you look great!” He was positively beaming as you opened the door. You flushed a deep red and smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you, Oppa.”

He pulled his hand from behind his back, revealing a beautiful bouquet of red roses, arranged with baby’s breath. “These are for you… that’s what took me so long. I was waiting in line forever to get them. The shops are packed because of Prom. Tons of guys, trying to get their girls flowers before they close up for the weekend.”

“Oh, JB, they’re beautiful! Thank you so much!” You hugged him, and he looked a tad startled, almost not knowing what to do for a second, before his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“You’re very welcome, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.

“Let me put these in a vase before we leave, just a second. Come on in,” you ushered him, closed the door and immediately found a vase. You were filling it with water when the doorbell rang again.

“Could you get that for me?”

He obliged as you fit the flowers into the vase distractedly.

“Hi, uh, is Y/N here?” your mother’s voice floated through the air, and in a panic, you threw the door that divided the kitchen and living room open. Just a tad too rough, you thought. Be more gentle next time.

“Hi, Momma.” You smiled as your mom put two and two together, drinking in the sight of you in your little cocktail dress, and JB in his dress shirt and tie, his slacks and nice-looking Supras. “This is Jaebum.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve heard so much about you!” she was gushing. She was gushing and almost definitely laying it on way too thick. “Y/N literally never shuts up about you… needless to say, I’m sure.” She cast you a teasingly annoyed look.

“Mom, JB and I were actually just on our way out…”

“Oh! Well, in that case, I won’t keep you. Go have fun. I love you.” She kissed your cheek and shook Jaebum’s hand. “It was so nice to finally put a face to your name.”

“The pleasure is entirely mine,” he beamed and kissed the back of her hand. That was it. She was sold. She didn’t even have to say anything to you, the look on her face said it all.

“She seems nice,” he grinned as she walked out the door.

“She’s cool. Sometimes.” You grinned and rechecked to make sure everything was in your purse. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.” He smiled and took the liberty of opening the door for you, and then made a fuss out of helping you down the stairs. “What if you fall and break your arm? That’d be the worst first date in history. I simply can’t allow it.”

You sighed and let him take your hands, helping you down the stairs one at a time. He then proceeded to open the car door for you, and slid into the driver’s seat himself.

“I’m glad you dressed so nicely, I have something beautiful planned for us.”

“Am I allowed to know the plans?” You grinned and he shook his head.

“It’s a surprise, Y/N.”


           He pulled into the driveway of a beautiful chateau-like restaurant. The building was off-white, the roof grey, tiled, and ancient-looking, with blue trim around the enormous bay windows, which were giving off a warm glow. The whole scene was like something out of a fairy tale. Lush green gardens stretched for about an acre, and every inch was covered in fountains, ponds and flowers, and warmth-tinged streetlamps gave it a new kind of life. His eyes lit up at the sight. “I’ve been here before, but never in the evening, and never with anyone as beautiful as you.”

“It’s stunning… I’m honored.” You grinned and flushed deeply as he helped you out of the car.

“Here, let me carry your purse.” He smiled and took it from you, and opened the door for you as you reached it.

You walked through, and it felt like you had just stepped into a movie. There was an usher in the front part of the restaurant, waiting to give out slips for the inside. She asked to see JB’s ID and let you two through, and you walked into a stone-tiled room filled with warm light, white-clothed tables and, in the very center of the room, an elegant chandelier. You stared up in awe as JB led you by the hand to your seat.

“How can I start you off tonight, sir?” the waiter bowed and waited for Jaebum’s response.

“Could we get a bottle of the Pinot Noir Chardonnay, please?”

“Yes sir, right away.” The waiter hurried off.

“Do you know what you want yet?” He peeked over his menu and smiled.

“This lobster looks good.”

“Ah, that’s what I was gonna get. Should we just order two then?”

The waiter had returned with the bottle of champagne, and you paused at the lull in the conversation, giving the waiter an opportunity to speak.

“Your champagne, monsieur,” He said, and poured two glasses halfway full. “Have you and the lady” he inclined his head toward you with a shy smile, “decided on a meal yet?”

“We have, in fact. We’ll have two of the lobster tails, please.”

“That comes with an appetizer and dessert as well.”

“Surprise us. Tell the chef we’ll have his special.”

“Very good, sir.” He shuffled off again, leaving you two to yourselves.

“So, Y/N, what do you think?” Jaebum inquired.

“I think it’s beautiful, and this champagne is delicious,” you said, taking a sip.

He grinned and took a sip from his own fluted glass. “Pinot noir has always been a favorite of mine. I’m curious to learn about your favorites, if you’ll tell me.”

You flushed again, and this time you welcomed it. “I have a ton of favorite things. You’ll have to be more specific.” You smiled teasingly and waited for an answer.

“What kind of music is your favorite, miss Y/N?” You melted where you were sitting. He called you miss. That was a surefire way to turn you into putty, as if that wasn’t already your current state.

“I’ve always liked all different kinds of music. I just like the way all of it makes me feel.”

“Me too,” he said, laughing just a little, “It’s such a beautiful feeling, being so connected to another person’s way of thinking. I feel like music is what brings us all together.”


           You two were talking, laughing and smiling all the way through dinner, connecting and bonding through a mutual understanding of what made the other tick. There was nothing you didn’t like about him, and you hoped he felt the same way about you. You kept catching him staring at you for just a second, and then his eyes would wander around the room, coming to rest on one of the authentic Monet paintings just behind you and above your head. He’d sigh and shake his head slightly at himself, and then go back to engaging you.

           “Dinner was so delicious, I’m stuffed,” you said as he led you through one of the gardens. “Thank you for bringing me here. It really is beautiful.”

           “Yes, you are.” He paused, smiling as he realized what he’d just said. “Oh my god, that was an accident. Of course you’re beautiful, but I shouldn’t say exactly what I think sometimes.”

           “I like that you always say exactly what you’re thinking.” You grinned and flushed again, your entire body suddenly on fire. The shiver that followed was involuntary.

           “Y/N, are you cold? Here, take my jacket.” He removed his blazer immediately and settled it around your shoulders, squeezing them slightly. It was way too big for you and smelled faintly of his cologne, which gave you a feeling of immense security.

           “Thank you… for everything.” You gazed up into his eyes before he had the chance to move away, and that seemed to root him to the spot.

           “Yeah, of course… anything for you, beautiful.” His hand slid down your shoulder and landed in the small of your back, and guided you closer as he put the other hand on your hip. You leaned in close. His cologne filled your nostrils and he pulled you against him as his lips met yours, and then he was kissing you like he’d never see you again. Your tongue slid out slowly to meet his and he eagerly greeted it with his own, his lips soft but simultaneously insistent as he pulled you closer, if that were possible. You two pulled away for air, and he pecked you one more time before he slid his hand into yours.

           “It’s getting late, Jagi. I should take you home.”

           You sighed in response, and he smiled. “There will be plenty more of these kinds of kisses in the future, don’t be upset, please.”

           You held his hand and let him lead you to the car, where he pecked you one last time before opening your door, placing you in the passenger seat, shutting the door behind you and climbing into the driver’s seat beside you.


           The ride home was so pleasant. He held your hand the whole way home. You two sang songs you knew on the radio together, and he engaged you in conversation during the ones you didn’t. You had overall had a wonderful night, and JB had been the cause of it all. Once you arrived at your apartment, he made you wait for him to open your door, and he helped you out of the car and up the stairs like the true gentleman he was.

           “Y/N, thank you for a beautiful night. I truly had a wonderful time.”

           “Thank you. You’re the sweetest.” You turned to unlock the door, and you realized you were still wearing his jacket. “You might want this back, right?” you chuckled and removed his jacket, which likely smelled like your perfume by now.

           “Yeah, might be a good idea.” Jaebum grinned and stepped closer to you, leaning in just slightly as he pulled the blazer on. He pulled it all the way on and lingered close to you. You took the initiative and put your arms around his shoulders.

           “Thank you for everything, Im Jaebum. Really.”

           His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and then his mouth was on yours again. His lips were so soft and he smelled so good that you just melted into his touch. He smiled against your mouth as you swooned.

           “This has been the best night of my life. Go get some rest.”

           “I’ll text you when I get in.” He pecked you one last time on the cheek, and sent you on your way. He didn’t leave the doorstep until he heard your door lock.

           I’m home safe. Goodnight, Princess.

           Goodnight, Jaebummie.

A Difficult Decision

First of all, I just want to say how much I appreciate each and every one of my followers.  You guys are so amazing!  I’ve gotten nothing but love from you all since I started this blog.

With that being said, I wanted to let you know that I have decided to do away with the Tag List.  This was a really hard decision to make and I’ve been going back and forth about this for a few months now.  I’m posting four fics a week, and the tag list takes so long to do.  I wouldn’t consider doing this but I do have a Posting Schedule, I update the Masterlist almost daily, and I do Timezone Reblogs for all of my fics.  

27 Dresses is already in the queue with the tags, but the other three series will no longer have tags after tomorrow. Each of my current series has its own separate Masterlist with the dates that each new part will be posted.

Thank you all for understanding and I look forward your feedback!

Originally posted by retaliada

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Follow Your Heart

Title: Follow Your Heart
Fandom: Once Upon A Time (TV Series)
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills | Evil Queen
Rating: G… I have not written a G fict in so long. Whoa.
Links: AO3 & FF.Net  (Coming Soon)
Warnings: None. It’s super fluffy.
Summary: Regina is taking little Robyn for a follow up.
Notes if I continue this: I’m thinking that it’s going to be flangsty. See, in my head, though its not revealed here, Regina is an ex cardio surgeon, which an accident caused her to lose her ability to perform her job. So that will be a factor.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or whatever the hell else. They belong to Disney, ABC etc, etc, I claim no rights to copyrighted material, and this story is purely for entertainment purposes.
Masterpost: Here  (Coming Soon)

Originally posted by swanemma

“Aunt ‘Gina?” the little ginger haired girl piped up from the backseat, kicking her feet absentmindedly as she looked at her aunt in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, my sweet pea?” the girl’s aunt replied. She was dark haired woman with a light olive skin tone and dark chocolate color eyes. She smiled at the little girl that she was her whole world. And until she returned her little sweet pea to her mother, the girl was.

“Why do you always do that?” the little girl asked.

“Do what?”

“Put on the ‘fume. Mummy says it’s only for special times,” the girl explained. “And we’re just going to the doctors.”

The little girl heard a woman bark laughter through the speaker of her aunt’s phone. And she knew immediately that she was talking with her mom.

“Yes, Aunt Regina,” her mother said. “Robyn has a point. Why are you putting on perfume, Sis?”

“Zelena…” Regina warned.

“Oh!” Little Robyn piped up. “Is it cos you like Dr. Emma? Mummy says…”

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