just discovered him and he is brilliant

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A lot of people have just been pointing this moment out that this is Hunk making Galra jokes, which is definitely happening, don’t get me wrong, but I also feel like it overlooks something else that Hunk is trying to point out:

Galra Keith, really is, way funnier than regular Keith.

Keith is more emotional than ever before this season. Believe me, I loved Keith a lot in the first season as well, but after Keith has figured out some stuff about his past, he has changed. And here’s the kicker:

I think the writers paired him up with Hunk specifically for this purpose.

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anonymous asked:

TELL ME ABOUT UR JAVID AU

I LITERALLY SPENT ALL DAY AT WORK THINKING ABOUT THIS AU THANKS FOR ASKING

  • a well known lyricist & composer discovers davey’s writing (davey writes the most brilliant adaptions & original stuff for regional theatre) and begs him to work together on something she wants to get to broadway 
  • davey is confused bc did he just hear his name and broadway in the same sentence. 
  • by the time it’s ready they have producers & a team of creatives who the get sent the script to begin designing and casting 
  • davey assumes he’s pretty much done w involvement unless they need some rewrites but then a producer is like “yo the set designer wants to see u”
  • this is where davey meets jack kelly. this young guy about his age who shows up to their meeting in a cafe w paint stained jeans and graphite on his hands. they introduce themselves & chat a bit about the musical then jack brings out his tablet and shows davey his designs 
  • “is this how you imagined it?”
  • davey will never say so but he pretty much fell in love w jack kelly then and there because no one has ever asked him that question before when visualising anything he’s written 
  • it’s beautiful. the detail and thought jack has put in honestly makes davey want to cry
  • (sure enough weeks later he sees jack’s copy of the script which is meticulously annotated with highlighters & sticky notes all colour coded)
  • jack insists they exchange contact info and he texts davey whenever he’s stuck on visualising something or has too many options 
  • “shouldn’t you ask the director this?”
    “still want your opinion first” 
  • they fast become friends and by the time opening night off-broadway comes around they’re pretty much best friends and drunk jack at the after party won’t stop talking about how he wants to work with davey again bc everything davey writes is “just so beautiful guys are you listening”
  • off-broadway goes really well; the show has criticisms but fact is audiences LOVE it and it’s not too challenging for the producers to get a broadway theatre after that 
  • jack & davey have been working on other stuff and still catch up occasionally but the director brings them both back bc stuff needs to be changed for the broadway run 
  • jack is helping davey change some dialogue when he asks davey out. the convo literally goes like this:
    “we should go on a date sometime”
    “jack these characters are siblings”
    “no davey, i mean us”
    “oh… i’d like that”
  • and thus broadway’s power couple emerges 
  • they “announce” their relationship when jack posts a silly selfie on insta of him kissing davey’s cheek on opening night on broadway and adds some cheesy caption like “so glad this project brought me to you” 
  • broadway.com loves them

(this is so long but it’s literally not even all i have about this au so if you have any prompts/headcanon requests hmu bc I LOVE THIS AU OKAY)

anonymous asked:

hello!! i love all your fic recs theyre so good !! Could you please rec me some drarry fics where Harry and Draco reveal their relationship to the wizarding world and all the responses that follow. the reveal could be the main part of the fic, the end of the fic or the epilogue!! i love all length fics and as long as the reveal is in there somewhere (even a tiny chapter or something) I want to read it! thank you so much in advance xxx

Hello!! Thank you! I feel like there are a lot of fics in which Harry and Draco come out in some way, so I’m really going to limit this to fics where they come out to the general public (as opposed to just Hogwarts or something) and the coming out/responses are a pretty memorable part of the story! :)

Date Blindness by dysonrules (24K)- Harry was perfectly happy with his life until Hermione decided to set him up on a blind date.
This fic is a great play on the “coming out” trope! The boys enter into a very business-like arrangement to fake a relationship so that Harry can come out to the press, but OF COURE THAT’S ALL A PRETENSE TO HIDE THEIR TRUE FEELINGS AND IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH YOU DEAR STUPID NAIVE BOYS. *Coughs* excuse me. Anyway, fake relationships are THE BEST and this fic is great.

A River in Egypt by cassie_black (3.5K)- Draco is not impressed with the surprise guest at his Birthday party.
This is a reeeeally cute fluffy little fic! I don’t want to say too much and spoil it, but it just warmed my heart <3

Chasing the Dragon by Calanthe (link to PDF download. No word count, but 329 pages)-  Harry arrives back at Hogwarts for his final year, nursing a huge crush on Blaise Zabini. Following a Polyjuice potion ‘incident’, Harry learns some VERY interesting things about Malfoy and starts to look at the Slytherin in a different light. Harry lets his imagination, and his wicked streak, run wild, with Malfoy on the receiving end of Harry’s game.
This fic is pretty kinky and involves quite a bit of dubcon and some d/s stuff, so be warned! Personally I love all of those things so I ADORE THIS FIC. Harry starts out with a crush on Blaise (silly Harry), but don’t worry because very soon THINGS make him realize the error of his ways and the fact that Draco Malfoy is his one true obsession. Harry engages in some not-quite-moral methods to get Draco’s attention, but luckily Draco is not-quite-moral himself ;). The “coming out” is in the later part of the fic!

The Love That Has To Keep Shouting Its Name aka Hero Harry’s Attention-Seeking Actions a Huge Howl for Help by twistedmiracle (41K)- In which Harry fights with the Wizarding press, befriends a Muggle role model, explores his political-activist side, and buys rather a lot of flowers.
This is another fic in which they start a “fake” relationship so that Harry can come out to the press! YES! It’s really funny because no matter how much Harry has tried to come out, the Prophet keeps photoshopping him with various women and Harry is just so done. ENTER SEXY DRACO MALFOY TO SAVE THE DAY.

Becoming Us Part 1 and Part 2 by VivacissimoVoce (84K combined)- Following the war, Harry Potter and friends return to Hogwarts to repeat their interrupted final year. To everyone’s surprise Draco Malfoy returns as well, but something has changed. Harry learns the weighty consequences of being marked as a Death Eater and must decide whether to help Draco escape his past. 
Although the “coming out” part of this fic is riiiiight at the end of part two, in a way I feel like the whole fic is about coming out because of the amount of time devoted to dealing with pervasive homophobia. It’s really great how they slowly work to overcome it! Also I LOVE the way they first come together!! Harry takes pity on Draco and takes him to get his Dark Mark removed the muggle way. How brilliant is that idea?! Also it’s an eighth year fic, which preeeeetty much makes it automatically amazing hahaha.

‘Twas Brillig by Queenie_Mab (74K)- Harry reads a chapter of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to his children before bed every night and through the story, he and his middle child find an ally in each other as they, along with Alice, discover a world that just doesn’t seem to make sense when taken at face value. The more aware Harry becomes - embracing his child’s reality - the more motivated he is to build a wizarding world that is fully inclusive, and by processing these life lessons finds he’s able to connect with another person in ways that have always eluded him.
YES YES YES this fic is great! It has so many different parts that are really memorable for me! Like… massage therapist Draco and a sexy massage! Trans!Al who is the sweetest! Surprise crossdressing! Great sex! Seriously, I think about this fic all the time.

Nineteen Years and 5 Minutes Later by TheMightyFlynn (203K)- Five minutes after his happily-ever-after, Harry finds himself locked in the public loos with an angry Draco Malfoy and a need that he has denied for 19 years.
Aaaaah this fic! Okay I feel kind of horrible about this and I love Ginny as a character (when she’s not with Harry lol) but SOMETIMES I just really want to read a good Ginny-bashing fic anyway, you know? And BOY is this some satisfying Ginny bashing. The coming out in this fic is, if I remember correctly, not done with the consent of our boys, but public opinion is really important to the plot here, so there’s a lot of them in the press, and a lot of reactions! Also I JUST noticed that there is apparently a sequel?! Which I haven’t read yet?! I will get on that ASAP

What You Do With Your Life, A.H.K.B.C.B. (After the Hero Kills the Batshit Crazy Bastard) by oldenuf2nb (39.5K)- Draco Malfoy had waited years in hope of seeing Harry Potter utterly humiliated….
(Note the above link is accessible by registered ao3 users only. If you don’t have an account GET ONE BECAUSE IT’S SO CONVENIENT or try here :D)
THIS FIC IS GREAT, OKAY??? Both Harry and then Draco have horrible exes, and then both of them help each other save face in front of the public when they have to confront those exes. There’s lovely angst (as opposed to annoying angst, which is hard to do) and lots of fluff and smut and everything you could ask for! Just yes yes yes! 


As always, if anyone else had a rec to add, feel free to leave a reply! :)

anonymous asked:

How to you introduce a large number of side characters without seeming repetitive and boring?

You can cycle through first person perspectives, or you can continuously introduce the reader to new names like Charles Dickens did only to have them cut out of film adaptations because no one can keep track of all those names.

I’m being facetious of course. If each of these characters truly has something significant to do in the storyline then introduce them gradually. In some stories, like where the quirky group bands together or mystery novels with multiple suspects, writers tend to name and describe everyone all at once. It’s as boring as going around the room on the first day of school and having everyone introduce themselves; an obligatory hurdle and rather unenjoyable to read. However, the one time it was done best was on the show Broadchurch*.

In the first episode, the father of the soon-to-be-discovered murder victim walks down the bustling main street of their small town on his way to work. People greet him good morning as they too prepare for the new day. Along the way he trades inside jokes, apologizes for bumping into a stranger, and meets up with his coworker. As the mystery unfolds, every single one of the people in this opening scene becomes implicated in the crime including the father himself. This scene was unexpected and brilliant because it did not read as the “introduction” scene. It just felt like a normal, friendly day in a small, happy town called Broadchurch- the final character to be introduced.

Best thing to practice is remembering how you’ve met the many characters in your own life. How were you introduced to all the people in your class or your job? How did you meet your neighbors or significant other? Your life has many side characters, but not all of them have played a significant part. So when introducing anyone besides the main character(s) ask yourself how necessary this character is to the main storyline, and whether or not they should be introduced later.

*Broadchurch streams on Netflix and, writers, if you haven’t seen it yet do it NOW. The first season delivers some grade-A storytelling and fine character development to boot.

anonymous asked:

That disconnect on loving/being loved is one of the major conflicts between Cas and Dean (as I see it). Now, this might not be popular but I think Dean did a lot of mistakes in their earlier relationship that has contributed to Cas not getting it now (along with Cas' angelic perspective, of course). Dean is trying like hell to undo some of the damage, kudos to him, but that's why Dean gets in a fit when Cas doesn't answer, risks his life, takes stupid risks and Cas being all "this not ok now?"

Heck okay… Over dinner, Mr. Mittens was talking to me about Scorpion (which he watches and I don’t, really, other than sort of letting him keep me informed about the character dynamics, because I watched the first season with him and it’s nice to know that the various characters are getting along and doing well…)

I do have a point bringing up this completely different TV show, I swear…

The show itself is about this group of geniuses who are all sort of ~socially outcast~ because of their various talents, to the point that most of them had been wanted by various governments for various criminal activity… but they’re all assembled together to solve these sorts of global threat type situations.

The main character is this guy called Walter who’s a supergenius who was arrested for hacking NASA when he was a little kid. So he’s always been on the U.S. Government radar as a potential threat. But he’s not American by birth. This will be important later…

Anyway, in the pilot episode they meet this woman named Paige who was working as a waitress at a diner. She’s just a normal working mom, but she falls in with this group of geniuses because she’s got her own sort of genius: translating humanity for these people who despite being brilliant are sort of “rusty” in the “people skills” department…

So Walter and Paige sort of have this interesting dynamic, and are both attracted to each other, but he’s got like ZERO in the way of people skills or understanding his own feelings, and she thinks she’s got nothing to offer him because she’s just this regular person.

Her son, however, is also brilliant, and Walter helps her to understand her son while she helps him to begin to understand people in general.

At one point Paige discovered that Walter was secretly married to one of the other members of the team, but it was only so he could gain U.S. Citizenship, and she felt betrayed that he’d lied to her about something that big… even though he never had any romantic interest at all in that other character (and all this was only revealed because someone else had asked her to marry them, and she’d kept turning them down, because she couldn’t divorce Walter without him getting deported, but that was supposed to remain a secret… blah blah blah, misunderstandings ensue before the truth finally comes out…)

(ETA: This other character Walter was married to? Her name is Happy.)

Three seasons later, whoops Walter has made a sort of deathbed (drug-induced) love confession to Paige that he didn’t remember making (because drug-induced deathbed confession) BUT IT WAS VIDEOTAPED and then used against him later. When he realized what he’d confessed to her, he began pushing her away.

He found her a “regular” job so she wouldn’t be “in danger” from working with the team anymore, pushing her away emotionally, because he was terrified that now he’d confessed his love to HER that she would use that confession to break his heart. (because why would she love me back…)

Meanwhile she’s angry with HIM for pushing her away because she WANTS to work with the team, and it’s not his job to babysit her…

So Mr. Mittens is telling me this entire sordid tale, and I asked him, “But do you think they’re endgame for each other? Like they’ll eventually get together?” And he’s like “Absolutely. It’s obvious how much they love each other. They just need to communicate.”

And I sat through that entire description from him while eating a pancake like this:

(I have this gif saved as “dean chews judgmentally”)

So you can probably make all the comparisons ever to Dean and Cas through Paige and Walter, because the underlying story is almost beat for beat identical.

So tell me they aren’t writing this as a romance.

anonymous asked:

What's your conclusion on vince and Hillarys friendship?

Oh, this is difficult, and again my answer is going to be deeply influenced by my own biases and opinions.

My high level conclusion is that they were very, very close friends - and that’s the extent of it. That they loved each other deeply, but platonically. That he admired and respected her very much (and she, him). 

I haven’t seen any credible evidence that there was more than that in terms of their actions. He may have had romantic feelings towards her, and she him, but I don’t imagine we’ll ever know that for certain - it’s impossible to rule out, and not out of the realm of possibility. Such is life, such is being human, and such is what happens when you come to know someone as a human being who you find brilliant and admirable and kind, and good. That you deeply relate to. But I emphasize that there is no credible evidence that I have discovered that suggests anything beyond romantic feelings, which are just as impossible to prove the existence of as they are to disprove. Only Hillary knows her heart.

I categorically do not believe there was any sexual affair between them. In fact, there’s a particularly telling (and heartbreaking, in my opinion) exchange in a Vanity Fair article from about a year after his death that, I think, suggests how upset she is by even the accusation alone. Some could read this as guilt, or shoot back at her with something like, “Well of course she’d deny it”, but I choose to believe her, given the lack of credible evidence otherwise. (Also because I adore her and my heart breaks for her - I am deeply biased!)

Here’s the excerpt:

It is curious but true that certain friends who have laughed with Mrs. Clinton over the rumors that she is a lesbian have never broached the subject of the other leading sexual scenario about her, which is that she and Vincent Foster were lovers. When I finally ask Mrs. Clinton about it, the mini-drama that ensues is like a paradigm of her defiant public stance, her refusal to engage in matters she sees as irrelevant and politically motivated, and the problems that kind of resistance has caused her.

For a moment, she seems stunned by the question, and she hesitates. When she speaks, her voice is small and desolate. “That’s one of the sad lies,” she begins, and trails off, as if lost in thought. “I find it so regrettable that anybody would try to hurt”—she pauses— “his memory or his family for political purposes against me. That is so wrong.” She pauses again, her eyes reddening as if she’s holding back tears.

“And it is a lie?” I ask.

“It is,” she says, but so faintly her words are almost inaudible. “And it’s so unfair …”

I ask why she thinks all this keeps coming up.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to comment on this stuff. I mean, you know, and I’d like that to be off the record… . I don’t want to say anything about it. I don’t want to answer it. I don’t want to dignify it. That’s the other position they put us in.”


Somewhat off-topic rant:

Note that the reporters’ take on HRC’s response to the rumor is this: “a paradigm of her defiant public stance, her refusal to engage in matters she sees as irrelevant and politically motivated, and the problems that kind of resistance has caused her.

The reporters’ take on Hillary becoming emotional in response to, and wanting to be private about, accusations that she had a sexual affair with one of her closest and most trusted Arkansas friends, who killed himself not a year before the interview, and who she was also being accused of murdering by conspiracy theorists… is that it’s emblematic of Hillary’s problems, and Hillary’s failings. Consider that this is in the wake of ongoing prying into Bill’s infidelities, as well. Imagine being in that situation. I’m not surprised she was emotional when answering - she must have been at her wit’s end.  

When I state that the Clintons have been poorly treated by the media for years, I ain’t lyin’.

Waiting for the right time

Dr. Hooper entered his home after excusing himself from his colleagues’ company; he promised them before he would attend the annual medical conference with them after finishing his day work, he blamed it on a very trying day at job causing a deadly headache.

He closed the door of his room with key, checking the window to be firmly closed.

He stopped in front of the mirror memorising how he looks like with his suit and mustache, with a heavy sigh he reached his wig taking it off slowly to reveal the long hair that kept underneath it, pulling the huge mustache off to let the small beautiful womanly features appear.

She went still, it was like she’s looking to a stranger she doesn’t recognize, she couldn’t remember the last time she stood in front of a mirror as Molly Hooper not as Dr. Thomas Hooper, the suit looked off on her after removing her mask, she went to wear a simple night dress and got back to where she’s been, studying herself like it was the first time.

She didn’t lie to her friends, it was a trying day at the morgue, but not because of the piles of works she had, she got used to that, actually she was living to prove she was the best, so when everything revealed like the plan was, they all would stand dumbfounded for months, that it would be the talk of society for years, that it would prove her case, her gender case, or at least help.

But today was different, she met him, she could feel he was her soulmate the moment she laid her eyes on him, she went silent listening to him deducing everything about the corpse laying in front of her, just watching him in awe, he was brilliant, he didn’t even give her a glance, or notice her appearance till Dr. Stanford introduced her to him as the best pathologist in Saint Bart he could work with, and introducing him as Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the only consultant detective in the world.

She wasn’t sure if he felt it too or not, panic rose in her veins, and her heart beats went faster, wondering if he did what would he do when he discovers her.

To her surprise he didn’t even get his eyes off the corpse, kept studying it, saying smirking he would take her Boss’s word for just now, she wanted to attack him with her words for his disrespectful answer, but she couldn’t find her voice, he turned to face his friend, it was the first time she noticed him, the rude detective gave him instructions to solve the murder case, but he seemed like distracted by her, he was narrowing his eyes looking to her with uncertainty, she didn’t give it much a thought, till he raised his hand to shake hers, all she could recognize from what he said was “interesting” with a face full with a huge smile, her mind wasn’t with him, it was with the man who rushed out of her morgue yelling at his friend, John was his name, to hurry up.

Her mind was recalling the whole situation like a book she reads, how her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, how brilliant he is, the beautiful color of his eyes that she didn’t know yet it would haunt her for nights in her dreams, his harsh words that questioned her proficiency skills.

He wasn’t affected at all, seemed like he didn’t give her even a look, she had mixed feelings thinking about that.

She looked to the mirror, running her fingers through her long –screaming her femininity- hair, deciding exactly what she would do about the new situation.

absolutely nothing.

She was fighting in a battle she can’t lose, it wasn’t hers to lose, she was fighting for all the wronged women of her generation; she was part of a big plan, a revolution to right the current situation to obtain their normal rights.

She silenced her beating heart, shredding one last tear for the life she could never have, holding her head high leaving the woman who glanced at her from the other side of the mirror, comforting her soul by thinking it is just the wrong time, maybe in another life.


“Hooper”

“Holmes”

It was his turn to look to her in awe. It was her all this time, how could he be that blind, that ignorant.

He knew he met his soulmate one day in this life, the mark was deeper now, but he could never remember when, he deduced that his mind found it as unimportant information and deleted it somehow, he was proud of himself, boring domestic life and a dull wife were the last thing he needed now and ever. The nearest relationship he had was with the adventuress Irine Adler, she occupied his mind for a long time with her case and her revolutionary personality, but she couldn’t occupy his cold heart.

She wrote to him after she left England, the last letter she told him she found her soulmate and she would stay in France, that was years from now.

He felt sorry for her, finding your soulmate would turn your life upside down, this woman couldn’t stay in a country for more than half a year, now she settled down just because she found someone she thought he will be the reason for her happily ever after.

He was glad for his situation in this life and the past lives he had, he was free to do whatever he wants whenever he wants without fearing anything, but sometimes he felt annoyed, it was like an unsolved case with the answer rubbing itself under his nose teasing him.

As usual he was right, literally right. The nagging doctor who turned his life into living hell with every case they worked on it together was his soulmate.

SHE was his soulmate, this brilliant stunning strong woman was his soulmate and he was as clever as a tire to notice her. He tried to find her after solving the case but she was vanished, he didn’t even know her real name.

The next day he stormed into the morgue searching for her, Dr.Stanford told him that the good doctor is taking the next couple of days off to get prepared for the conference he will host.

Those two days were enough to recognise some facts.

First he was stupid, second she was in danger with every day she spent in this disguise, yes it was for a noble case but it was her life in stake now, he felt unease with the thought, his heart was screaming at him to save her, his mind was convincing him it was a lost case, she would never accept, but he remembered Irine, she left it all for love, he knew it would take a lot of time to convince her to leave it all and run away with him, starting a new life where nobody would recognise her or could hurt her, he would sacrifice his current living for her, of course she would reciprocate.

He went to the conference, searching for her everywhere before it was her time to speak, he failed again.

She was at the stage and all the doctors and journalists who attended the conference gave their attention to her, he watched her, listening to every word she said with confidence, she made the whole place stunned with her speech, the hall filled with applause and cheering words for the brilliant doctor, but she didn’t get down, after all the voices died she looked to him.

He knew what she was going to do, but it was too late, before he could move she took off her mustache, than she pulled off her wig, the hall that was filled with applause less than a minute ago now was filled with shouting and harsh words ordering her to get down, calling her the worst names.

But he didn’t hear all of that, all he was focused on was reaching her and all he could think of that he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried, hands were holding him, prisoning him, he saw two police officers reaching for her putting her hands in cuffs, he screamed her name or at least the one he knew her by, she looked to them all demanding them to remember her as Dr.Hooper the woman who fooled them all, then she looked to him with sad eyes, he wanted to assure her that he wouldn’t let any harm come to her, that she will be safe, but the hands kept pushing him away.

He freed himself,went running after the carriage that carried her but his legs let him down.

He reached the police station yelling and asking for her, they told him the carriage didn’t reach the station, it never did nor did she.

It was the perfect plan, just like Recolliti’s, he thought.

It was the talk of clubs for years, the woman who fooled them all.

She vanished with no trace to follow, he knew now that the sad eyes weren’t out of fear, she was saying her last goodbye to him.

Leaving no trace didn’t stop him from searching for her for the rest of his life, he never lost hope.

The day he died he was laying with a peaceful smile on his face, promising himself he will find her in another life.

The present:

He got up with wide eyes and a forehead dripping sweats; panting heavily trying to catch some air for his desperate lungs, this wasn’t a dream, he thought

No it could never be a dream.

He got up in hurry and dressed up fast he didn’t even notice what he was wearing.

He stopped a cap and barked all the time for the fastest route that could make him reach his destination faster even by one minute.

She was wearing her coat to go home, she was desperate for a hot beverage and some food, it was a trying day at the morgue.

She heard the door opened and turned to see who’s coming in this late hour.

“Damn it Sherlock, I told you there is no parts available today, you didn’t have to come here to check”

He was just standing there, looking to her like he never saw her before, like she was a wild creature from an old book.

“Are you ok?” She asked concerned.

Before she could reach him she heard him saying one word

“Hooper”

She went still, he said it in awe, with longing filling his eyes, he remembers.

She looked to him with surprised eyes for a moment, then, they were relieved and peaceful, her smile was dazzling, she straightened her back unconsciously taking the same position in the old church.

“Holmes”


“Hooper”

“Holmes”

She didn’t know why she spoke in this moment, she could let another one explain, take the lead and she stays hidden in the dark, but it was like an internal force pushing her to show herself as she really is.

She knew he recognised her in the instant, not just as Dr. Hooper but as his other half as well, the admiration look in his eyes melted her heart.

All her partners’ eyes were on him, all of them but one, Lady Carmichael’s eyes floated between him and her, studying them.

Her ideal’s stares made her feel she could read her like she bared her soul under her foot, it terrified her.

Lady Carmichael narrowed the distance between them, asking her to come with her quietly.

They left the scene behind and took the carriage to their other bolt hole.

It was the first time they were together alone without the rest, hideous scenarios ran all over her head, the worst was that the good lady thought she revealed her disguise for the detective under a moment of weakness.

They reached the small house, her host offered her some tea then took the seat in front of her.

“You’re going to host the next medical conference” it wasn’t a question.

She sipped from her China “it will be the perfect time to reveal your real self” still no request in her tone.

She was shocked, that was not the plan, reaching one of the highest position at Bart before revealing herself was the real plan, and it was going better than expected, her career was heading up faster than any body thought.

“I don’t understand, the right time was with my name in the head chief of Bart’s office”

She was boiling with anger, she knew the day would come, but not that soon.

“Well it’s not an option any more don’t you think"her voice was cold.

“I didn’t…” the word choked in her throat, she was fighting tears.

“I didn’t uncover my disguise to anybody, I would never threat our case for any personal reason” she defended herself from an accusation was never pointed at her.

The lady’s eyes softened for a while with a hint of compassion, holding the young woman’s hand with one of hers

“I know my dear, I trust you, but can you trust him, that he will never be a threat for our society, for our cause”

Words failed her.

The older women straightened her back, gaining back her cold face.

“You will take the next days off, preparing yourself for the day, the carriage will take you home now”

The day they waited for had finally came, she was more than prepared for her role, mastering it, she walked to the stage with steady steps, looking to the hall from the height, journalists were crowding all over the place, a good sign.

He was sitting there, watching her with eyes full with worry, she ignored him.

After the aplause stopped, she prepared herself for the next, she picked another glance, his eyes were now wide with terror, he deduced what she was about to do, before giving herself time to think, she took of her mask, she didn’t trust herself for long time.

Lady Carmichael was right, they needed more than two fake police men, she could see him fighting with all he got to reach her, her screamed name on his lips ripped her heart, she looked to him for the last time, memorising his features, like she could ever forget.

‘Goodbye Mr. Holmes’ she whispered to herself.

They smuggled her out of the country, with a new disguise as Dr. William, she travelled to Africa, searching for solace and comfort there just like Dr. Watson did when his friend faked his death.

She found her happiness in helping the others who desperately needed her, dedicated herself for them till the last day of her life, she couldn’t deny that she missed him, dreamt of him, but if time went back, she wouldn’t change a thing.

Six years before he remembered:

she was eating her cold salad reluctantly when Dr. Stanford entered her office with hesitating steps.

“Molly I need to ask you a favor”

“No, Myke I won’t work with him, I saw Magy after she worked with him, she didn’t recover yet”

“Please, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent” he pleaded her.

She couldn’t resist him, he was like a father to her.

With a heavy sigh she got up, at least she was rescued from this desastereous plate.

She entered the morgue, he was giving her his back lowering himself to the level of the victim, what a freak!

“You needed my help?” She asked exasperated.

“Yes yes, the other one was just too stup..“he rose up to look at her and stopped dead, she didn’t move either.

His expression was screaming 

HELL NO !

Hers wasn’t any better.

She stormed out of the morgue and ran for her life, her legs took her to the nearest lady’s room.

She was breathing hard, relying on the door behind her.

From the billions human beings in the world, it had to be this asshole, she thought bitterly.

Glimpses of a life wasn’t hers started to surround her brain, she was collapsing on the floor from the killing pain inside her head.

She remembered first.

She got out searching for him but he was gone.

He didn’t show up for another month.

When he did he made it clear he wanted nothing from her as a soulmate, that she would be better without him.

To his surprise, she simply agreed, with no argue at all, leaving him short with words and heading to her office.

She remembered every single detail, if this Sherlock was anything like the other, he would come to her, he loved her once, his voice screaming her name assured that, what will stop him from falling again.

It was just a matter of time, and she could wait.


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Pretty Boy Morty 1/2

Allow me to introduce you to my own made up 100% USDA Organic Morty: Pretty Boy Morty

Like with all Morty’s it begins with a Rick. In the finite curve, he’s an average Rick, no more evil or good, not excessively brilliant or stupid in comparison. His Morty, however, is nothing like what he should be. Rick meets him for the first time after things go terribly wrong. He’s been avoiding meeting his own Morty for years. He knows what they look like and how they act and, frankly, he’s not really all that interested in the idea of lugging around a whiny brat.

But during a mission to exchange some illegal weaponry with a buyer, he slips up and gets in trouble. The heat’s coming down hard. And he could just slide into a new universe but, unfortunately for Rick, he’s actually kinda attached to the one he’s in. So with no other options, he does what every Rick eventually does. He goes to visit Beth. He figures he’ll stay there a week tops, avoid Morty as much as possible, and go on with his life.

But when he gets to Earth things don’t go as planned. Namely, because his Morty is not what he should be, and suddenly the average life of an average Rick is completely thrown off track.

Morty’s are supposed to be unpopular, whiny, idiots but this Morty… is an outlier. He’s got long eyelashes, bouncy hair he grows just a little longer than his copies and he has it styled to perfection. He takes care of his appearance, wears lip gloss, tight jeans, button up shirts, even jewelry. He’s the student council president, popular with the girls [and the guys]. Not even the football team at his school will dare lay a finger on him because he’s helped them with their studies [and he may or may not have blackmail material on the others].

The fact is that Rick’s Morty is a pretty boy. He’s got a perfect life and, frankly, he’s got the personality to match. He’s spoiled, selfish, and cocky, so when Rick shows up, Pretty Boy Morty he doesn’t give a damn about him.

Rick soon realizes the key feature that’s morphed his Morty this way is Beth. She finished school to be a doctor even through her pregnancies and then divorced Jerry not long after Morty was born. The constant competition between Beth and Jerry to be there children’s favorite led to Morty getting whatever. He learned quickly that all that really matters to people is appearances so he’s spent his life molding his appearance into one of perfection and beauty.

Pretty Boy Morty is constantly fixing his lip gloss, refusing to get out of the ship until his eyebrows are on fleek. He takes forever to apply and reapply lipstick when it gets fucked up. He refusing to be out at night because he needs his beauty sleep. He dressing scantily for adventures and draws all the wrong kind of attention, just for the fun of it, because at school he’s always prim and proper and it boring beyond belief.

And it doesn’t stop there. Pretty Boy Morty lectures Rick angrily at 4 am when he walks into his room, drunk, and wakes him up. Morty being a little brat and refusing to go on a mission because, “My homework isn’t done yet, Rick, and I won’t have my grade drop because of you.“ This leads to Rick doing the homework for Morty while the pretty little shit paints his nails. and Rick doesn’t even realize it until after he’s done all Morty’s equation work.

Because you can bet that Pretty Boy Morty is the single most manipulative little shit that Rick has ever encountered in his life. He knows he has to be, he knows that no one really cares about him that they only really care about the pouty lips and cute eyes he can flash them. They only care that he has the perfect grades, the perfect resume, and Morty knows that. Morty knows how to get exactly what he wants. He knows what to say, how to dress, what look to give, and it drives Rick absolutely insane.

And you can bet that Miami Morty and Pretty Boy Morty are best friends. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Just imagine: Pretty Boy Morty looking at Rick with scathing disgust when Rick wants to go get laid and suggests that he stay at the Morty Daycare for a few hours. Morty obviously fights tooth and nail, stating he’s not a child and he can’t just be brought to the dog hotel like some prized poodle while Rick goes off to let some alien fuck him.

But when he gets there and meets Miami Morty he figures he can stay a little while.

And they are most definitely the Mean Girls of the Daycare. They seem to sit above the rest, painting each other’s nail and gossiping, exchanging secrets on how they keep their hair bouncy and soft despite the hair gel and dye necessary to keep it in perfect style. And you know they talk shit about their Rick’s, and, honestly, PB Morty is slightly relieved to hear he’s not the only one who has to deal with leering glances from his own grandpa.

By the time their Ricks finally come to pick them up, the two are practically best friends, telling the Ricks to shut up as they got right back to talking. Just picture it. Pretty Boy and Miami exchange dimension numbers and like, when PB needs to be dropped off for a while, he demands to go to Miami’s house or back to their own house. No exceptions. To which Rick eventually concedes because he doesn’t want to deal with a pissy Morty and, either way, he’s getting what he wants by dropping the boy off, regardless of where he’s at.

Just imagine PB and Miami all holed up in Miami’s extravagant bedroom, giggling and laughing and gossiping and, after a while, Miami leans in and asks Morty if he’s fucked his Rick yet. And PB rears back. He definitely wasn’t expecting that and he’s grossed out and disgusted and like "Wtf no, why would you even ask that.” And Miami just blinks at him, all confused and tells Morty that he thought Rick was PB’s Sugar Daddy and that’s why he was so spoiled and so different from the other Morty’s.

Miami confiding in PB and admitting that Miami Rick is his Sugar Daddy and, standing up and pulling his shirt up in the back, showing PB the tramp stamp tattoo of Rick’s name and dimension number on his back.

And even though PB wants to be disgusted, and kind of is, he’s also intrigued.

PB Morty asking Miami what it’s like and Miami happily telling him that Rick’s are SKILLED in bed. Really skilled. You kind of have to be to fuck your way through all of space-time. Miami explaining how it happened and what it’s like. PB Morty admitting he’s still a virgin because looks are everything and the moment you start sleeping around rumors fly and he has devoted too much time to making his reputation untouchable and he can’t risk it not for anything, or anyone. and if he’s honest, he’s a little scared of sex he’s scared of what people will say. Miami assuring Pretty Boy Morty that people will talk anyway. PB actually opening up to someone for once. They’d be such tight knit friends after that.

I mean, they exchanged secrets and, no matter how prissy and uppity, they’re still Morty’s so they bond fairly quickly.

After a few months go by, PB tries to convince himself that he’s interested in the whole “fucking Rick” thing as a concept, like people who read sex stories about incest but have no interest in fucking their own fathers. Nothing more.

But.. as time goes on, he starts discovering that’s a lie. Because he’s slipping. He’s letting Rick get away with shit. He goes out later than he normally would just to spend time with Rick. He misses the occasional throwaway assignment and just flutters his eyelashes and gets full points because the teachers know he’s brilliant anyway. Morty can’t stop looking at Rick now. Whenever the older man isn’t looking, Morty is subtly glancing at him and wondering what it’d be like to fuck him. But, even after PB Morty finally comes to terms with wanting to fuck his own grandpa, he has a feeling that it won’t be that simple. He has a feeling Rick won’t immediately hop into bed with him if he asks and so, not willing to risk fucking up in any way, he goes to Miami for advice on how to seduce his grandpa.

Miami telling PB Morty that it’s basically a universal consistency for Rick’s to fuck their Morty’s so it shouldn’t be too hard. And PB Morty being partially relieved and horrified to hear that Ricks are universally perverted old men. Miami telling Pretty Boy what his own Rick likes, telling PB to maybe ditch the prim and proper Pretty Boy school clothes for something a little easier to tear off. When that doesn’t work Miami tell’s him to try getting unwanted attention from some aliens.

But imagine when none of that works. PB has dressed scantily, he’s subtly flirted, he’s danced and giggled with other aliens, he’s flirted with Miami in front of Rick, Hell, he’s flirted with a few Ricks that they’ve met at the Citadel but, literally, nothing is working. And, of course, Pretty Boy Morty feels kinda hurt. He knows he’s sexy but suddenly he doesn’t feel sexy enough for Rick and, before now, he didn’t realize that mattered to him.

But, apparently, it does.

Imagine PB becoming withdrawn, out of ideas, struggling to deal with his own desires, frustrated by his inability to get the idea out of his head and, in his anger and confusion, he even starts pushing Miami away. He blames Miami for making him feel that way about Rick. He never had those types of thoughts about Rick before Miami came into his life. He never even entertained the notion. Ever. And now it’s in his brain like a parasite that won’t go away.

He slowly dresses less and less sexy until he’s literally going to school in the t-shirt and jeans he wore the day before. He ignores Miami’s calls and texts. He goes with Rick without complaint, no matter what time of day it is. He barely gets through his homework. he doesn’t wear makeup, his roots start to show and de doesn’t re-dye them. He doesn’t style his hair.

He doesn’t do anything other than try and figure out how to stop wanting to fuck Rick…

[My lovely @the-clairvoyant-rick will be posting the other half of this on her own blog so make sure you follow her and stalk her and love her.]

Roommates

For Rare Ship Creations Challenge Round 8 Prompt: Truth or shots

Partner: @maliciouslycreative
Ship: Sastiel
Rating: Teen (for underage drinking)
AO3 Link: Here
Word count: 955
Content Warning: Underage Drinking
Summary: Sam and Cas have been college roommates for two months now but still don’t talk and Sam is determined to find out why.
Tags: At the bottom. If you’d like to be tagged in any of my fics, send me a message and I’ll add you


“Dean, he’s never talked to me in the two months we’ve lived here,” Sam sighed into the phone. “It’s weird, right?”

“A bit, but are you sure he doesn’t just find you annoying?” Dean teased, a smile clear in his voice. Sam sighed and Dean could see the bitch face even from 800 miles away making Dean laugh. Despite their fight before Sam left for Stanford, they had maintained their friendship and both were thankful for that. “I don’t know, Sammy. Have you tried talking to him?”

“Literally everyday, I ask him how his classes were and he just shrugs or grunts or ignores me.”

“Get him to play truth or dare or something,” Dean made a noise then like he had discovered something brilliant. “Truth or shots!”

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Notes about James Le Lacheur as Scorpius: May the 4th, Part 1.


(Disclaimer: I always struggle with the pronouns when writing about James’ Scorpius as I normally use “they/them” for James and obviously “he/him” for Scorpius. So i’ve decided that because I’m mainly talking about the character here, through James’ acting, I will use he, but keep in mind that everything I point out is James’.)

- Scorpius’ sweets-song is super cute and I love how you can see on his face as he sings that he realises it was a stupid idea to sing the song in front of people.

- When Scorpius gets sorted in Slytherin, he shrugs and smiles to himself and you can feel that he is not surprised yet a bit relieved by this outcome. I love the proud Slytherins.
  
- When Albus joins Scorpius on the train in third year, after Astoria has died, Scorpius is always super composed, his back straight, head up high, gaze lost somewhere far ahead, but his face looks so helpless and it takes him a few lines before he actually looks at Albus and the whole thing is just so sad.  

- On the train, fourth year, the Rose/bread encounter, At first, he’s genuinely trying to compliment her, he is himself a delicate and pure human being talking about delicate things like flowers and bread, and he is so confused when it backfires and by the time she storms off, he looks really upset and if I were Albus I would want to squeeze him too!

Everything James does as Scorpius seems so genuine and innocent, you just want to protect him at all cost.

- When Albus explains his plan to save Cedric, as soon as he mentions the time turner, Scorpius freaks out a bit which leads seamlessly to the “I’m not a massive fan of time turners” line, it was brilliant!

- One thing that I like when James is on as Scorpius, is that I discover some lines that I never quite catch with Anto since he talks so.fast, haha. The train roof is a good example! And the ripples line in the library scene.

- After Scorpius comes out of the bookcase and gets his appearance back, I like how he solves the shadow riddle. He’s like “Sometimes behind, sometimes in front…” and at the same time points behind and in front of him and then he sees his own shadow and you can see the light-bulb switch on in his brain. And when he says “We beat the library!!” he looks so excited and relieved, he’s just too cute.

- In the forest, when Albus, Delphi and Scorpius are getting ready to travel back in time, I like how James’ Scorpius doesn’t show dislike towards Delphi at first. He’s just genuinely confused to be the third wheel for the first time and to not have Albus’ full attention. You could also think that he wants Delphi’s attention too. Up until she makes “fun” of him and his “two points”, then he becomes bitter and insist on the “second POINT, the most significant POINT”. Once again, he seems so genuine and clueless when he says “she didn’t kiss me, did you notice?” I want to squeeze him. Scorpius Malfoy doesn’t know the first thing about girls and really does he need to.
- Ok, the “staring at Hogwarts” scene just did things to my heart. I love that scene, I think everything about the music and the lighting and the atmosphere is beautiful. And I couldn’t stop thinking that it was James’ last time doing this scene. And when Albus rushes to Scorpius side to reassure him and say “You’re my best friend too and…”, I swear I saw something pass between Sam and James and they suddenly got a little bit too emotional compared to usual, I could see the lights dance in Sam’s shiny eyes. I wondered how they were supposed to keep it together for the upcoming first task scene, and James simply over-acted the travelling through time bit by looking over-excited at the time turner turning. Nicely done, James!

- From the first time I had seen James as Scorpius back in December, the Staircase Ballet had blown me away, and it has been the case every time. James does it perfectly, as in exactly how I would want it to be done. And they play it in a very emotional/heartbreaking way. At some point when Scorpius was climbing up the stairs, he just lost it and stumbled with a loud sob and ended up crying on the stairs up until Hooch came around and made him move. Then when Albus and Scorpius meet at the top of the stairs, I love how James’ Scorpius is always the first one to look away. He just can’t stand to look at Albus and knows that he’s going to run off anyway, so he takes control and steps aside with a little gesture as if to invite him to go ahead and keep walking. That little gesture breaks my heart every time. And when Albus doesn’t move, he finally tries to talk to him but Albus stops him and oh the hurt on Scorpius’ face is painful. At the end, when the two staircase are brought back in the wings, Scorpius kept staring at Albus with an upset face for awhile and then when he reached the wings he lost it again and broke down on the stairs sobbing: I absolutely adore that they keep acting even in the wings up until you can’t possibly see them. (I was on the far left side of the stalls = wing privilege)

- After the chat with Delphi, when she says “find him Scorpius, you two you belong together”, there was a look a proper determination on Scorpius’ face like it was obvious that he’s going to take her advice and go get his friend back! I loved it.

- The library scene was intense. Like I said before, James’ Scorpius is so caring, so delicate, so pure, that Albus’ attitude comes across as even more dickish. I like how the whole “Oh poor Albus Potter” bit is said in such a mocking tone, like he is properly making fun of him, and gets Albus even more worked up and annoyed, and then suddenly Scorpius explodes with the “TRY MY LIFE!” and everyone shut up, Albus and the audience and the flies. And every time Albus tries to cut in, James takes a step back toward him and they point at him with both hands and the whole thing is too intense to describe. Also when Scorpius talks about his mum, he broke down again and hid his face in his elbow for a second and then was just a crying/screaming mess and from my view I couldn’t really see James’ face so I was just focusing on Sam’s which was a mirror of emotions.      

- What I call library scene 2.0, and which is my favourite bit. When they come back from under the cloak. I remember looking at James, sitting on the chair, looking up with little red bags under their eyes, and Sam sitting behind, looking at them, all puffy eyed, and I remember thinking that they both looked incredibly beautiful.
I love how James’ Scorpius is upset, but willing to forgive Albus as soon as possible, because really there’s not an ounce of resentment in him, he just wants his friend back. And as soon as Albus apologises the first time, he is almost in awe. After all this time forced away from him, he is just so relieved. Oh and something that I love about James/Sam is that when Albus brings Scorpius into the hug, Sam’s face ends up on James’ right shoulder, so Sam’s face is closer to the audience (it’s the other way around with Anto), so you can properly see how Albus just snuggles against his shoulder, looking so relieved, and he even tightens his grip on him mid-hug before snapping out of it when Scorpius starts talking. It is just adorable.  

- James came out of the lake with their arms outstretched and did a victory “woop” and it made the audience laugh and it was sweet (and smart cause then the audience is too busy laughing/being aware that there is a freaking basin on stage, to see James adjust their mic!)

to be continued…  

Thanks to the worlds most experienced plague unveiler

I didn’t expected these news, I thought he would work till the end but after 65 years of service to the queen and country it’s totally okay to retire. He deserves it and hopefully will have enough time, doing whatever he wants. Maybe having time to discover everything in Buckingham Palace.

Although it will be a bit sad seeing the queen mostly without him. In some way it was cute to see them together. Their unity and constant support for each other gave me hope in these fast changing times. Not just in case of love but in case of persistence. Perhaps he will be back for little or family engagements.

Especially I’ll will miss his gaffes. They were brilliant. It was awesome that he made them about everyone and not a special group.His political incorrectness was gorgeous, sometimes a step to far but mostly enjoyable.

I hope he really knows that the people appreciate him and what he achieved and that he is satisfied in what he did the last 65 years.

Thank you

Prompt fill: Shot Through the Heart

Quite a while ago I asked for people to send me asks for short fic prompts. I got three, wrote some of each of them and then broke my phone. Long story short, I lost ALL MY SAVED WORD DOCUMENTS and I was devistated. Today I had a bit of time in between business, so here is the first of those prompts!

@ct-hardcase, you asked for Rex teaching Anakin to use guns. Here you go. I hope you like it😀. There’s no cut, as I’m on mobile. Sorry.

Shot through the heart:
(Because I couldn’t resist)


“No Sir. No! You can’t hold a pistol the same way you handle your lightsaber. She has to be handled with care and respect”.
“I was respecting her!” Anakin pouts. “I just think she doesn’t like me very much. Show me again how I’m doing it wrong”.

Padawan Skywalker has just taken control of the 501st company under the authority of General Kenobi, and he thought it was important to get to know his captain better. They were currently in the combat arena at GAR headquarters getting to know each other’s fighting styles. Rex definitely appreciated a commanding officer who understood the need to work as a team. Skywalker was brilliant with a lightsaber, taking out targets with precision and ease, but had apparently never been trained to properly handle a blaster.

“My master always says blasters are uncivilized”, Skywalker states matter of factly. Then, “lightsabers are a more elegant weapon,” he says as if he is quoting something.

Rex had been nervous at first, not really knowing how to engage in conversation with someone who wasn’t a brother, let alone his Jedi superiors, but Anakin Skywalker was remarkably easy to get along with. He claimed command of the 501st without even being a General and seemed to honestly care about the clones. It was just as confusing as this training session, but the commander had asked that he be trained as if her were any other. Rex was starting to like the commander. He didn’t seem stuffy, like he thought the Jedi would be, and he didn’t think he was better than Rex or any of his brothers. Anakin Skywalker seemed to be a genuine guy.

“A blaster, unlike your elegant lightsaber is not so much a part of yourself, but more… More like an extension of your ability with the force” Rex tries. When I watched you training, your lightsaber was being used to block and damage an opponent at close range, but a blaster can be very useful to a Jedi for longer range attacks. Like the way you used the force to destroy the droid before it even attacked when we were training earlier”.

“Oh,” Skywalker shakes his head “I get it. It’s not that I’m not doing it wrong, it’s more that I’m approaching it wrong. Ok”.

The Jedi stands up straighter, holding the blaster out in front of him, just like Rex had shown him, and fires at the target droid straight between it’s eye sensors.

“Good work sir. Excellent shot. I knew you could do it,” Rex smiles. “Now lets see how you do with a moving target.”

As it turns out, Skywalker is as much an excellent shot as he is with his lightsaber. The two of them play through several combat scenarios before the Jedi is able to take out all the targets using only his blaster, but Rex noticed his accuracy increasing with each shot.

Both men are sticky with sweat when they finish their fifth practice round, Skywalker having been challenged to rely on the force as little as possible. He is smiling brilliantly though, and Rex feels a surge of pride rush straight through him. It is surprising, this whole working for the Jedi thing is not at all like he was taught.

After a moment, Rex smiles back.

“Nice work Sir”.

“Yes Anakin, You’ve done a fine job”.

Startled, both Rex and Skywalker spin around to see General Kenobi walking towards them. Skywalker’s smile grows impossibly wider at the praise, and Kenobi claps him on the back, smiling a brilliant smile of his own.

“Captain, I thank you for teaching my padawan the finer skills of blaster pistols.”

Rex glances at Skywalker, surprised by the praise. “Thank you Sir”, he says after a moment.

“Would you gentlemen care for a competition?” Kenobi says with a small smile playing on his lips. “Blasters only.”

“Absolutely Sir,” Rex replies, eager to discover just how inelegant Kenobi is with a blaster.

“Never underestimate my master Rex, he plays dirty.” And with that Anakin Skywalker sprints over to the training mat ready to take on the world.

“Come along Captain,” Kenobi lilts, grabbing Rex

anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your blog!! I've read a lot of your recommended FF and I absolutely loved it! I was just wondering if you would recommend some bottom!Draco? It could be chaptered, oneshots, rated-G, etc (though, I prefer if the plot "thickens", do you feel me). Anyway, thanks for the consideration!! You're doing such an amazing job with this.

Thanks anon! That’s lovely of you to say! I don’t generally keep track of who’s topping and bottoming, so this list owes debts to capitu’s drarry recs and gracerene’s drarry recs, since both of them do keep track, and their rec lists can point you towards load more bottom!Draco. But I definitely have some favorites from each of those lists, all of which will give you bottom!Draco. There’s humour, pathos, romance, drama and, given your parenthetical, all of it will involve some, you know, thickening. Which is to say, if I’ve understood correctly, some hot, hot fucking.

H/D Bottom!Draco Recs

Breaking All the Rules by Frayach - NC-17, 22.5k - Malfoy is slowly wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from Harry’s life with all his rules and committees and agendas and reports. Or is he?

check this hand ‘cause I’m marvelous by lumosed_quill - NC-17, 8k - Harry’s had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Draco the Magic Dragon by Sansa - NC-17, 13k - Draco’s granting wishes, Harry’s investigating a mystery, and Luna’s giving away pants.
Crystal balls and kissing, dirty talk and candy floss – and that’s just the beginning.

Immovable Unspeakable meets Irresistible Hit Wizard by Alisanne - NC-17, 11k - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are just average, ordinary wizards working in dull positions at the Ministry and leading average, ordinary lives. Or, at least, that’s what they’d like everyone — including each other — to believe.

In the Toilet of the Leaky by marguerite_26 - NC-17, 3k - Um…filthy toilet sex?

Let’s Dance to Joy Division by femmequixotic - NC-17, 12.5k - Let the love tear us apart, I’ve found a cure for a broken heart…

Liar by jad - NC-17, 50k - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have always preferred the worst of each other; it was too bad they both had to have better halves.

A Loosening by eidheann - NC-17, 2k - This is something between the two of them, and that is enough.

The Motivational Benefits of Sleazy Men by fantasyfiend09 - NC-17, 16k - Draco was resigned to being groped until his creepy co-worker was named his Department Head. Blaise assured him he needed a powerful lover to protect him. Draco agrees, just not the way Blaise wanted him to.

One Night at the Ministry by Maeglin Yedi - NC-17, 11.5k - One night. One party. One arch-nemesis. Lots of champagne. Now all Harry has to do is survive.

Pharynx-Larynx-Oesophagus-Trachea by firethesound - NC-17, 4k - Harry’s idea for helping Draco study is the most brilliant thing he’s ever come up with, and Draco discovers that studying can be fun when one has the right study partner.

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by birdsofshore - NC-17, 28.5k - Harry never thought taking a job as Draco Malfoy’s bodyguard was going to be easy. Add in a curse that makes Malfoy even more of an obnoxious git than usual, and Harry’s got serious problems.

Sex, Lies, and Veritaserum by lettered - NC-17, 18k - This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.

A Touch of Silk by raitala - NC-17, 4.5k - Harry has won a bet and Draco Malfoy has to serve him afternoon tea while wearing a dress. This should be amusing, Harry thinks.

Enjoy!! And always remember to leave comments and kudos for these fabulous authors!

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 9

Hi, hello, bonjour :) 

 Part 9 

 Please, note that I am French so there might me some mistakes here and there. 

 Please, let me know what you think :) Enjoy ! 

 (Taking place in 2x19) 

Originally posted by psychoticblood

Elijah is back, Bonnie is still alive.

 You woke up feeling terrible. You stayed in bed for a while, thinking about Bonnie. You’d been struggling with everything lately but this time you knew what you had to do. You weren’t confused anymore. You got out of your bed, took a shower and left for Elena’s house without even eating breakfast. 

You pulled over in front of the house and that’s when you saw him at the front door. You got out of your car and rushed over the entry. 

“Elijah?” The vampire turns around, surprised to see you. He looks terrible. His suit looked like it had been set on fire and he was covered in dirt. 

“What are you doing here Y/N?” Elena ask in a whisper. 

 You frown. She signs to make very little noise, you figure it’s because nor Stefan nor Damon knew what she had done. 

 "I’ve been struggling about the fact that Elijah was laying dead in your basement for a while but now that Bonnie is dead, and I am pretty sure that if you hadn’t killed Elijah that wouldn’t have happened, I came to take the dagger out but, it looks like you beat me to it.“ You say looking at her. You weren’t angry. You were just determined. You see the dagger in Elijah’s hand. 

"Are you okay?” You look up at him with a worried look “You look awful… What did you do to him?” The last question was meant for Elena, though you were pretty sure she wasn’t the one who had tried to set him on fire. 

“Not here.” Elena says before stepping out. She closes the door without making any noise. 

“Can you drive us?” She asks you. You nod yes. 

You looked up at Elijah who was looking at you. You give a look that showed him you were worried and sorry. You all get in your car, Elijah in the passenger seat. You start the car and start driving away. 

Elena gives blood bags to Elijah who was still looking at you. You tried not to blush but you failed. Elijah starts drinking the blood and when you pull over 10 minutes later he looked a little better. 

“You look better.” You tell him after stopping the car. 

He looks at you for a moment before turning towards Elena. “Where did you get the dagger?” He asks. 

“I’ll tell you everything, but we have to work together, Elijah, I need your word” At this point you didn’t really cared what would happen. 

 "Your ability to make demands has long passed" 

“No demands” she says. “I’m offering you my help, and in return I want yours.”

 "And why should I even consider this?“

 "The same reason that you haven’t killed me. You need my help to kill Klaus and I need you.” Elena’s phone starts buzzing. She picks up, you figure it’s Stefan. “Yes, I’m fine" 

 Elijah has turn his attention back to you. 

 "I’m really sorry” you apologize 

“What are you sorry about?” He asks “Were you part of the plan to kill me?” You shake your head no but you were feeling ashamed you didn’t help him earlier. 

“Then you have nothing to be sorry about” he says. You look up at him but his attention was back on Elena. “No, Stefan. Elijah and I need some time alone. And Y/N is with me.” - “Elijah is a noble man, Stefan” she says, looking at the Original vampire but he was looking at you once again. You were looking at Elena and you were pretty sure you were blushing again. "I can trust him. He knows that I’d be incredibly stupid to betray him again. By removing the dagger I have proven myself. Make sure that Damon doesn’t do anything stupid. I’ll be in touch" 

Elijah takes Elena’s phone from her. 

“He’s here” Elena says. 

“Klaus is here? Is he the one who killed you witch friend?” He asks looking at you. 

 You opened your mouth to answer when Elena spoke up. 

“Bonnie’s alive” she says 

“What?!” You say very loudly 

 "We had to convince Klaus that she was dead.“ You don’t say a thing, trying to let go of the anger that was taking over you. You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. 

"He’s taken over Alaric’s body.” She continues like your feelings don’t matter.

 "Of course he has. One of his favorite tricks.“ 

"Well, what are his other tricks ?” Elena asks next. “What is he gonna do next? You’re the only one who knows him." 

"Yes, I do” he says, staring at nothing. He sighs “I need a change of clothing” he states. 

“My stepfather has some fancy suits you can borrow” you say. “If it isn’t too much trouble.” You don’t answer, feeling numb. Bonnie was alive. This was such a relief. You start the car and drive away. 

The three of you sat down in your living room after Elijah had changed his clothes. The suit wasn’t fitting perfectly but it would do fine. 

“You have a lovely home” Elijah says, looking around. You’re home was much like the Gilbert’s. It was a bit, too big for just your stepfather and yourself but you weren’t complaining. 

“Thank you” you answer timidly. 

“So I assume that the Martin witches are no longer with us?" 

"No, I’m sorry” Elena says 

“And Katerina? She would have been released from my compulsion when I died" 

"She was” you say.

“Klaus took her” Elena completes your answer. That was news to you. 

“We think that she might be dead” Elijah grins “I doubt that. Not Klaus’s style. Death would be too easy for her after what she did." 

"I don’t understand. You say that you want Klaus dead but you still made Katherine pay for betraying him." 

"I have my own reasons for wanting Katerina to pay… There was a time, I would’ve done anything for Klaus. Klaus is my brother" 

You were shocked. As was Elena. 

 "What?" 

 "Klaus is my brother" 

"Yes I heard I’m… Processing” she says 

“Yes, I’m a little behind on the times but I believe the term you’re searching for is OMG" 

This makes you laugh. Yes, that was definitely the term. 

Elijah moves his head to look at you, hearing you laugh. "There’s a whole family of Originals?” Elena asks. Elijah turns his attention back to the Gilbert girl 

“My father was a wealthy landowner in a village in Eastern Europe, our mother bore seven children.” You listen to him closely. 

“So your parents were human?” Elena asks 

“Our whole family was. Our origins as vampires is a very long story. Just know, we’re the oldest vampires in the world. We are the Originals family and from us, all vampire were created." 

Elena is confused  and so are you "Right, but Klaus is your brother. And you want him dead?" 

 "I need some air, I’m still feeling a tad… Dead. Come." 

You appreciate his sense of humor and smile at his comment. You follow him outside. 

"So as you’ve seen, nothing can kill an Original. Not sun, not fire, not even a werewolf bite. Only the wood from one tree. A tree my family made sure burned." 

"That’s where the white ash for the dagger comes from” you say. 

“Yes. The witches won’t allow anything truly immortal to walk the Earth. Every creature needs to have a weakness in order to maintain balance." 

"So if the sun can’t kill an Original… Why is Klaus so obsessed with breaking the Sun and the Moon curse." 

"Right. The Curse of the Sun and the Moon." 

You stop and Elijah notices it, stopping to look at you. 

"It’s fake.” You say. 

Elijah raises an eyebrow. 

“Just the name of the curse sounds… Ridiculous… It’s a fake, isn’t it?” You ask him 

He grins “Alaric was right. You are one brilliant young woman." 

 You shrug and smile "I try" 

"It does sound a bit… Biblical doesn’t it?" 

"But why?” Elena ask 

“The easiest way to discover the existence of a doppelgänger or to get your hands on some long-lost moonstone is to have every single member of two warring species on the lookout for it." 

"That’s really smart” you say, you didn’t realize you were saying it out loud.

 "Klaus and I faked the Sun and the Moon Curse dating back over a thousand years.“ 

"But if there is no curse…” Elena starts to say but he cuts her off 

“There is a curse. Just not that one. The real one is much worse. It’s a curse placed on Klaus." 

"What are you talking about” Elena was getting impatient. 

“Klaus has been trying to break it the last thousand years and you are his only hope." 

"Well… What is this curse?” She finally asks. 

Elijah gets annoyed “Your phone will not stop its incessant buzzing. Answer it please.” He hands her phone back to her. It was Stefan. Something bad had happened. 

“What’s going on?” You ask her

“Klaus went after Jenna. I have to go to her.”

“I’m afraid that wasn’t part of today’s arrangement." 

"She’s my family, Elijah, I have to ! I’ll be back” he stares at her “you have my word" 

"That does mean anything to me until you live up to it” She thanks him and goes away. 

“Looks like it’s just you and I now” he smiles down at you. 

 "She’ll be back" you assure him. 

“We’ll see…” “It seems you have find a friend in Elena after all…" 

You look away and sigh. "Not really… Bonnie kept involving me and I had to meet Elena at some point. They’re best friends…” You take a deep breath. Bonnie was alive and no one told you. If you had feelings, you would be angry right now. You would be feeling left out. You wondered where she was and if she was safe. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, looking at the sky. 

You sigh. “Bonnie…" 

"I see…” He sits down on a bench near the water. You’re hesitant at first but you finally decide to go sit next to him. 

“Did it hurt?” You ask 

“Excuse me?” He doesn’t understand the question. 

“The dagger… Dying… Did it hurt?” He looks at you, curious. Then he looks up at the sky. What was so interesting about today’s sky?

“Yes” You stay silent for a while.

“Can you feel anything? When you’re… Dead” you shake your head and feel really stupid at this moment. 

“No. It only hurts when I get stabbed and when I come back.” He says 

You sigh. “I’m sorry…” You say 

“I told you had nothing to be sorry about." 

You sigh. "When I heard you were dead I didn’t know what to think. My life is so confusing since the day I met you, I can’t figure out what’s right and what’s wrong.” You don’t know why you’re telling him all this. You feel his eyes on you. You both stay quiet for a while before he breaks the silence. 

“Where are you parents?” The question surprises you. 

“My parents? Why?” “It’s pure curiosity. You are very interesting for a human, no offense" 

You laugh and shake your head. "Are you kidding? You’re over a thousand years old! Compare to you I’m nothing, my life is not interesting at all, I’m afraid I’ll just bore you" 

"I doubt that is true.” He says. You lock your eyes with his for you don’t know how long before you start staring down at your feet again. 

“My mother died 2 years ago. Cancer” you say. He stays silent for a minute. “And your father?” You look up at him. 

“My father is in jail” you say. This surprises him. 

 "What did he do to end up there, may I ask" 

You look up at him again before deciding that the grass was more interesting than his eyes, 

“My stepfather’s a business man. He married my mother when I was 13" 

He doesn’t push, doesn’t ask again. "Is Elena gonna die?” You ask him.

 "Probably, yes.“ "Does that bother you?" 

You frown. Of course it does! 

 "Doesn’t it bother you?” You ask him. He looks at you with wild eyes, dazzled.

 "You are not afraid of me…“ That’s more of a statement than a question.

 "Should I be?” He shakes his head no. 

“You said you came to resurrect me. What were you expecting me to do?" 

You frown. 

"I wasn’t expecting anything. I told you I have been confused for a while. I considered pulling the dagger out everyday since I had learnt of your condition but I don’t think I would’ve been able to snick in a house where two vampires with super hearing lived without being discovered. Bonnie was dead and I didn’t think she was coming back. It wasn’t fair for you to stay dead. It was rather selfish really, you never did me any wrong but Damon would have been really pissed at me… Elena wants your help. If she didn’t need it you’d still be dead. I don’t want anything from you, I just wanted you to live…" 

He’s astonished by your statement. You just wanted to help him out of the goodness of your heart. 

 "You are a very interesting person Miss Y/LN” he says before standing up. “Let’s go back inside shall we?" 

It was getting dark when Elena joined you back at your home. "Tell me” is the first thing she says, “what is Klaus’s curse” She looked angry and impatient.

 "Please" he ask her to seat with a movement of hand. 

“You know my family was quite close. But Klaus and my father did not get on too well. When we became vampires, we discovered the truth. Klaus was not my father’s son. My mother had been unfaithful many years before. This was her darkest secret. Klaus was from a different bloodline. Of course when my father discovered this he hunted down and he killed my mother’s lover and his entire family." 

Your eyes grew bigger, that was a horror story! 

"Not realizing, of course, that he was igniting a war between species that rages until this day" 

That’s when you understand "Klaus biological’ father was a werewolf…” You say 

“Indeed…" 

"What does that make Klaus? A werewolf or a vampire ?” Elena asks. 

“He’s both. A hybrid will be deadlier than any werewolf or vampire. Nature would not stand for such an imbalance of power. Therefore the witches, the servants of nature, saw to it that my brother’s werewolf side would become dormant." 

You were astounded by this statement. 

"That’s the curse Klaus wants to break?" 

"He wants to trigger that part of him that’s werewolf. If allowed, Klaus would side his own bloodline. He’d build his own race, endangering not just vampires but everyone." 

"But you helped him" 

"I helped him because I loved him. That’s change now. He must die" 

You look up at him with sad eyes.

 "We have the dagger now, we can stop him. 

"When a werewolf is wounded by silver it heals. An Original can’t be killed by anything but white oak ash on a silver dagger. The dagger does not work." 

"What are you saying, that Klaus can’t be killed?" 

"There’s one way to kill any supernatural species. At the hands of the servants of the nature themselves." 

"A witch. If they can channel that much power.” Elena sighs. “But it would kill them" 

"The curse must be broken during the full moon when Klaus is in transition. That’s when he’ll be at his most vulnerable. A witch with enough power can kill Klaus." 

"Bonnie can channel that much power” Elena informs Elijah. 

“Then I must tell you something. I know a way you can survive the ritual.” “You found a way?" 

"Yes, Elena, I did. Unfortunately, Katerina took matter into her own hands but you know that already…" 

"You cared about her, didn’t you?” You say, standing up. He turns towards you and his eyes fall into yours 

“It’s a common mistake, I’m told”, he keeps silent, looking down at you, but then he looks away, “it’s one I won’t make again” and then he leaves your house followed by Elena. 

She texts you an hour later, telling you that she and Elijah had renewed their deal. Bonnie and she would be safe. You only reply to tell Bonnie you’re glad she’s alive. Today had been interesting and very intense. Bonnie wasn’t dead, Elijah was back, you know the truth about the curse and a very good plan had been set in motion to kill Klaus without killing Elena and Bonnie. This day was ending better than the last.

anonymous asked:

hey! your blog is AMAZING and i just want to thank you so much for putting your time into it. i was wondering if you know of any hair pulling kink fics? thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

Hello! Thank you so much, babe <3 I’m sure I can whip up some, yes ;)

  • weak when you’re around by ramis
    Summary: The first tug is subtle, barely there, but it makes Isak stop mid-sentence and hesitate before continuing.

I also just remembered that specifically Chapter 3 of the brilliant fic below (which is full of Evak discovering their kinks btw) has what you’re looking for;

  • hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.
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Requested by fabulouspotatosister: Sweetheart, request as much as you want. They’re fun for me to write, and I like filling requests for people. It makes me feel fuzzy inside when I see the happy reblog.


“We did it!”

Sometimes the Doctor was just a little bit too cheery. Although, in this case, he was perfectly justified. You did just escape death-by-exploding-TARDIS, after all, and that was worth being cheerful for.

“Yeah,” you breathed, slumped against the control console. Man, that was a close one. That could have been bad. Very bad. Death-bad. “We did.”

What you had done, you weren’t sure, but the Doctor had told you to do it and the mauve alarm had stopped flashing and that shrill whistle was finally silent and the TARDIS wasn’t rocking back and forth anymore, so you could only assume that it had worked. And that you weren’t going to die, which was good.

The Doctor was at your side out of nowhere. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you assured him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“C'mere,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. “Shh, easy. It’s okay.”

“I just said I’m fine,” you muttered, but who were you to resist a hug from the Doctor? You gripped the fabric of his suit, not wanting to pull away. Every hug from the Doctor was something you treasured. If you were smart, you wouldn’t torture yourself with all this closeness, all this touching that would have been, from any human, rather suggestive of… something. Anything. Any possibility of a thing that was vaguely more-than-friendly-like. But no, of course this was not so with the Doctor. He couldn’t just-

Oh, who were you kidding? The Doctor was a romantic; he just wasn’t a romantic with you. And just so, you thought. He was, as some might put it, “way out of your league.” And you knew it. So you wouldn’t sulk like a little girl. No. You would sulk like a grown woman, staying up until the crack of dawn with your favorite food and a good movie and some stolen hugs from the Doctor.

“If you say so,” the Doctor finally conceded. “How about we stay in tonight, huh? I think that was more than enough near-death experience for one evening.”

“Definitely,” you agreed. Well, it was time for a shower. Or a bath. And a nap. That had been an exhausting experience. Or, well, if you were going to make this a indulge-myself-because-I-nearly-died therapy session, why not take a nap in a bath? The TARDIS would keep the water fresh and warm and it wasn’t like anyone was going to care if you got pruny. Oh, yes. This was a good idea. There was only one obstacle between you and a therapy bath that potentially could include bubbles.

The Doctor wasn’t letting go.

“Mm… Doctor?”

“Oh!” The Doctor took a few steps back from you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” you said, and in a desperate attempt to make sure he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea, you said, “I like hugs.”

Well, dumber things had come out of your mouth before, but the Doctor was either oblivious or was kindly ignoring the blurb of awkward that had just slipped out of your mouth.

“Um… well, y'see, the thing is…” The Doctor was doing that eye thing, where he would look at you a bit sideways and squint. It always made him look a bit guilty, although the expression was actually a sign of anxiousness, you were discovering. He scratched the back of his neck, another anxious habit, and you were immediately on alert. "You’re brilliant, you know that?“

"You might have mentioned it once or twice.” He had. It was like his catchphrase. Save the Earth? You’re brilliant! Talk to aliens without being weirded out? You’re brilliant! Give him a banana? You’re brilliant! But then again, you tried not to take anything the Doctor said too seriously. He had once been in the habit of calling you foolish girl and stupid ape, so you knew his words, even the complimentary ones, were to be taken with a grain of salt.

“No, I mean, really brilliant,” the Doctor insisted. “I mean, we do this stuff, all the time, nearly dying, and sometimes you lose your cool but you never give up. And regeneration! You stuck through regeneration and just accepted that I’m still me even though I’m nothing like old me was, and nobody does that!”

Ah. The Regeneration Incident. That had been a lot of fun. You wondered if this was finally the day when you would look back on that event and laugh off how traumatizing it had been for everyone involved, but the Doctor didn’t look to be in the laughing mood. And, he wasn’t done.

The Doctor was swaying back and forth on his feet, scuffing his trainers and running his hands through his hair. You leaned back a little bit, confused. He should be relaxed, not stressed out. You had just successfully survived. What was his problem?

“Do you know that I watch you?”

… Well. That was a new one. “Um…”

“I do,” he said, working his jaw. “I watch you. I know humans get a bit freaked out by that, but it’s a Gallifreyan thing. We watch time, we watch the universe, we watch… important things. I watch you ‘cause I can’t not watch you. Because you’re in my brain, all the time. I’m afraid of lettin’ my gob run without checkin’ it, 'cause I know that if I’m not careful, I’m gonna mention you every other sentence. That’s crazy!” He wildly threw his arms up in the air to emphasize his point, but you thought the way his hair was defying gravity was probably a better illustration. Wait, no, it was time to be serious. The Doctor was being serious. Leave the hair alone. Do not fantasize about ruffling. “That’s absolutely crazy! Loco, bonkers, off my rocker! My big, superior, Time Lord brain, and all I can think about is…”

There were a lot of directions this could be going in, but you had half an idea that it was going somewhere emotionally dangerous. “Is..?”

The Doctor stepped close to you, so close that you thought that he was going for another hug, but his hands -his manly, hairy hands that he was so proud of- reached up to cup your face. He leaned down so that his forehead nearly bumped yours.

“You fill my head,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone, and you noted that his breath smelled like banana and cinnamon. That, of course, before you realized exactly what it was that he said. Your heart stuttered at the implication. "I hate going on adventures without you. I want to show you everything, I want to know what you think; I want to have you be with me, always. Forever. Because you were my best mate, and you still are, but you’re so much more than that and you’re amazing and brilliant and if I ever lose you I don’t think I’ll… I just… I want… Please.“

"I…” What were you supposed to say? I love you? No, you couldn’t say that! No, no, no-no-no. Your mind went to Red Alert when you realized that the Doctor was waiting for some sort of response and you were so without a proper answer that you were learning the true meaning of the phrase 'tongue like lead.’

Wait, what was he doing? He was pulling away!

The disappointment and hurt in his eyes was like a punch in the gut.

“It’s alright,” he said with a weak, thin smile that lied, lied, lied, filthy lying liar who lies. “I didn’t expect you to feel the same-”

It was only two seconds. Maybe just one. But in those two-seconds-maybe-one, your experienced what the Doctor might have identified as some sort of Time Sense. You saw your life, from this point on, without the Doctor. It wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant. You were married, successful in a career that you enjoyed, and surrounded by friends you would gain over the years. But then you imagined life with the Doctor. It was wild, and a bit scary, and there were certainly no mortgages or commuting to work. But you had a key to the TARDIS, and the Doctor looked at you like you held the universe, and there were no boundaries. No walls or fences. And you were so, so happy. With him.

And that only took a second or two. He had dropped his hands from your face and was pulling away, but oh no. That was not gonna happen, not if you had anything to say about it.

You reached out, grabbed the straying Doctor by the collar of his coat (the tie had been tempting but not within reach), and yanked him back to you. Forget whether or not it was in your nature, forget whether or not you were the sort to make life-changing decisions in a split-second, and please, forget caution! Throw it to the wind! Because you were not letting him get away. Not this time, and not because you were too silent to tell him-

“I love you.”

Your imagination realized that it made an error in its prediction of the future and corrected this mistake by adding kissing to the 'stay and love the Doctor forever’ scenario. Lots and lots of kissing. Because the Doctor was good, which was saying something, considering that he was practically attacking your mouth with his mouth. Points for the noises, though. He was whimpering, and you were quite sure that it was the most adorable, desperate sound you had ever heard.

“You mean it?” he panted into your mouth when your mouths finally broke contact, sounding far to close to heartbroken. “Really?”

“I do,” you answered, your bottom lip brushing against his. “More than anything.”

He would say it back to you later. You knew he would. In the meantime, he was going to enthusiastically teach you about all the different types of kisses in the universe. There was, apparently, a whole book about that particular subject. And he had been reading a lot lately.

My family tree

My father doesn’t like his name

Oh, what a shame.

it sounds so much

Like that of a woman’s.

My mother is a brilliant writer

But shouldn’t she be in kitchen?

Why is there so much dust on the furniture

Since she discovered she can do much more

With her life

Than just be someone’s wife?

My mother’s mother

-not that I know her-

She died trying to give

Her husband a boy

After four little girls

That didn’t bring any joy

Because they would disclaim

Their family’s name.

My father’s mother

Well, she’s happier

(even though my grandpa

usually yells at her)

She’s used to it by now

She loves him anyhow

At least he doesn’t hit her.

I also have an older brother

He’d yell and scream and rather

Hide away

Than suffer the pain

Of needles prickling his skin

Making his head spin.

He fainted once so now

He’s scared of how

Medical issues are usually dealt with.

How are you even a man?

They always ask him

When he’s not good enough

When he’s not angry and rough

Or when he doesn’t know how

To fix things around the house.

He is 25 years old

And has always been told

That he needs to find a girl

Delicate as a pearl

But also strong enough

To take care of the stuff

That he, a man, won’t have to do

Like cooking and cleaning the loo.

And that’s when I start to complain

Because I’m tired of having to explain

That a woman’s worth

And her place on earth

Have nothing to do with the kitchen

Unless she was a cook

Or writing a recipe book.

This is my family tree

And to the men in my family:

I love you, I really do

But the world does not revolve around you.

You’re a Mutant, One of Us

Characters: Reader, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr

Words: 932

Summary: Two surprise visitors come and visit

Warning: None I believe

A/N: Finals are starting next week so I’ve been busy, hopefully when summer comes I’ll be writing more. Also, I hurt my knuckles which is making it extremely hard to type, which slows me down.

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

8:15am.

That’s the time you finally got out of bed this morning. You had woken up at around 7:30ish, but the bed was so warm and you were dreading school so you had totally lost track of the time. You had a major project due today that you had totally forgotten was due on Monday and had stayed up till 4am working on before you passed out. As you slowly rolled off your bed, you looked at the floor and sighed as you realized you still needed to throw your laundry into the washer. You quickly put on your robe and walked into the living room and into the bathroom. This was your normal morning routine.

Wake up. Use the restroom. Wash your face. Do your hair. Eat. Get dressed. Brush your teeth. Leave for school.

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The Book of Mormon London- 30/10/15- Highlights!

•The whole fucking show lets be real but particular favourite bits:

•Brian as Cunningham in Hello yelling “MY BAD” after the Mission President started telling him off for not sticking to the approved dialogue

•How pissed Nic looked when he said “He answered your prayer… Huh” in the scene after Two By Two

•Nic’s acting whilst Stephan as McKinley was singing about Steve Blade- he was like staring at Stephan really intensely whilst he was singing the deserted island bit and then once he sang “Turn It Off!” Nic just looked really self conscious it was great

•Brian’s enthusiastic clapping at the end of Turn It Off

•"The BLONDE! HAIRED! Blue eyed voice of GOD!“

•"I bet the horse meat there is plentiful…”

•THE KEVIN/CONNOR ALMOST-KISS. IT HAPPENED. IN FRONT OF MY EYES. I ALMOST DIED.

•*Elder Price says he’s leaving* *ridiculously high pitched squeak/gasp from Elder McKinley*

•The fact that on the back of Elder McKinley’s Man Up outfit it says “Highway to Hell”. Love that foreshadowing for act 2.

•All of Hell Dream, but in particular “THAT’S MY DAAAAADDDDDD!!!!”. Also how relived Kevin looked when Connor arrived and then how upset he looked when Connor pushed him away

•The transition between Hell and Uganda, that’s done so well it’s crazy

•"Ohh, you had the hell dream, didn’t you? …Was I in it?“ I LITERALLY ALMOST SCREAMED THEY DID IT SO PERFECTLY

•The General mouthing "I hate you” whilst Elder Price was dancing holding his hand during I Believe

•There was also this really awkward hilarious bit where Nic was singing I Believe kneeling down and he reached for the General’s hand but instead just stroked up his thigh

•All of Baptize Me but in particular Brian practicing baptising Naba in the background whilst she was singing her verse

•All of I Am Africa, particularly Arnold calling Naba “Necrophilia” and all the harmonies

•At some point as well (I can’t remember when) Arnold called Naba “Nigel Farage”, the whole audience fucking lost it, they had to stand there while we all clapped for like a full minute, then once we stopped he was like “Yeah Nige” and everyone lost it again it was amazing

•I have discovered my new favourite thing: watching Elder McKinley, Elder Price and Elder Cunningham whilst Joseph Smith American Moses is happening. You’ve got Arnold just looking completely horrified, Kevin trying not to laugh and Connor chatting with Kevin all through it, looking mildly sick and also trying not to dance along but doing it anyway at some points. Fucking brilliant.

•"You know what guys? FUCK HIM!“ Especially cause after Kevin said it Connor just looked like he was about to melt, nice acting Stephen!

•DURING TOMORROW IS A LATTER DAY CONNOR AND KEVIN KEPT SINGING AT EACHOTHER AND MAKING EYE CONTACT AND AFTER "We love to dance and shout, and let all our feelings out!” KEVIN JUST TURNED TO CONNOR AND THEY WINKED AT EACHOTHER I CAN’T EVEN

•Today was like the biggest standing ovation I’ve ever been a part of. Like everyone in the stalls was standing up it was incredible

•After the bows they talked about how loads of shows are supporting some charity or something atm and asking for donations, and Brian kept making jokes and it was bloody hilarious

•MEETING BRIAN AND NIC. I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED. THEY WERE SO LOVELY. I WAS LIKE “The show was amazing” AND THEY WERE ALL LIKE “Aw thankyou for coming to see it” AND WHILST WE WERE TAKING PICTURES BRIAN WAS LIKE “Wow that is a fancy fucking camera” CAUSE WE WERE USING A POLAROID CAMERA AND SO NOW I HAVE A POLAROID OF ME AND NIC AND BRIAN IN COSTUME. I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

•It was the best show I’ve ever seen live, and I’ve seen like 12 different shows live before this. Favourite musical ever.