A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge
This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.
Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?
(The difference is less and more than you might think.)
Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.
Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.
It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.
Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.
You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.
I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.
Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.
Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.
In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.
You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.
If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.
You could remember arriving to the party with Archie at
your side and you remembered the first shot of that cheap spiced rum that
Reggie had at the makeshift bar in his parent’s basement – but besides that all
you had were snippets.
“They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?” “Meat. They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?”
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.” “That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?” “They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.” “So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.” “They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.” “That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.” “Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.” “Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?” “Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.” “Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.” “No brain?” “Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “So … what does the thinking?” “You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.” “Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!” “Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?” “Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.” “Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.” “Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?” “First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.” “We’re supposed to talk to meat?.” “That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.’ That sort of thing.” “They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?” “Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.” “I thought you just told me they used radio.” “They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.” “Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?” “Officially or unofficially?” “Both.” “Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.” “I was hoping you would say that.” “It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?” “I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?” “Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.” “So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.” “That’s it.” “Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?” “They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.” “A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.” “And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.” “Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?” “Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”
“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …”
Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.
Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.
“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.
“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.
We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”
Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.
“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”
Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.
“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”
Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.
“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.
“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”
“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.
Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.
“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.
“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.
“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.
“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.”
“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.
Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare.
Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.
“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.
Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away.
They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.
“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”
“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again.
Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back.
Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.
“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.
“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks.
“You don’t regret it do you?”
“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.
“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.
Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.
“I think I like that idea…very much!”
“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”
Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.
had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his
compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that
someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t
lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how
long it took.
had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use
some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would
probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never
got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad
every time I looked inside.
I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes,
after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with
the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew
girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.
couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last
one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag
so the next day he would have something.
didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty
simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we
all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.
few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I
loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next
weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.
day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period.
I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran
into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even
god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend
down to get the book that I made that person drop.
saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and
when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and
not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach
was so much nicer than all of them together.
worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.
I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked
putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that
I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added
walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.
he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my
face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share
my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely
kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who
wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.
thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started
walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the
first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.
I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again,
this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to
class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to
consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general,
even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it
was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the
reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time.
I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how
he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just
answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at
something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.
for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was
impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.
better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that
I saw in the blackboard.
means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the
answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this
we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked
looking at him again.
an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that
bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he
was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone
looked at me.
he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise
and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.
know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just
have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.
parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”
they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of
worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly
how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for
second period too.
do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”
do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel,
it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”
you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”
is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood
this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your
wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked
out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.
started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me;
I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.
everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.
what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because
we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the
sudden he’s worried about me.
just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he
sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside
me was completed and I just smiled widely.
really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”
remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted
to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when
I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.
you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was
exposed to a terrible danger.
looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the
fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing
with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really
I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t
don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I
was totally amazed.
this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“
he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts
“I promise you it’s nothing like that”
why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman
year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and
I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be
talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this,
get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not
like that, and you won’t regret it”
accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”
stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.
know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth
to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know
if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice
things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how
you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was
blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite
area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”
couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my
direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.
how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself
form the things he had said to me.
I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling
“and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in
bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”
could be anyone…”
what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said
laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”
are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.
what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure
about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that
maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you
have doubts, I just ask for one chance”
“Ok, I’ll go out with you”
I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I
wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.
expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it
was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think
my attempt was useless.
promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the
library? We are already really late to class anyways”
and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by
his side to the library.
As silly as it sounded, something that had been floating around in your bucket list for a while was to finally catch the bride’s bouquet of flowers at a wedding. Sure, it was a simple little thing, but still! The energy of it all was what you were craving. You had been to plenty of weddings, but unfortunately, your hand-eye coordination wasn’t all that great and you had never caught the bouquet once!
“I could eat this dip all night.” You muttered through a mouth full of crackers and spinach dip, reaching up to dust the crumbs off the corner of your mouth.
“You technically have been.” Y/F/N joked, laughing lightly as you scowled at her and finished the rest of the dip. “Where did Harry go?”
“He said he wanted to dance, but these heels are killing me, so I told him to go and dance with his friends and then I’d join him later.” You shrugged, glancing down at your heels and grimacing. You really wanted to take them off but that wouldn’t be very appropriate. Maybe you could just sit here all night and wait for your feet to go numb. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to get up off this chair until we have to leave-”
“Alright, ladies! It’s time for the bouquet toss!” You perked up immediately at the announcement, practically launching yourself off the chair and ignoring the searing pain coming from your feet as you hobbled as quickly as possible over to the growing crowd. Okay Y/N, you can do this. Push through the crowd, heck, elbow people in the face if you need to! Just kidding, that’s probably not the best idea. But it wouldn’t hurt being a tiny bit aggressive. This was basically your last chance since most of your friends had already gotten married, so the chance of attending another wedding anytime soon was relatively slim.
“S’cuse me, sorry! S’cuse me, sorry…” As you maneuvered through the crowd, the only thing that was on your mind was catching that bouquet. You had practiced catching a rubber ball with Y/F/N the other day, but that was a little different. It would be fine, though! You were competing against about fifty other people but maybe, just maybe, the stars would align and Fate would finally let you have your very first bouquet. And that’s when disaster struck. The next thing you knew, the bouquet was tossed up into the air and you hadn’t even made it to the front of the crowd yet.
“No, no,” You gasped, your eyes following the bouquet as it disappeared into the crowd. That was it. That was your last chance and you completely blew it because you couldn’t hobble fast enough. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You cursed, clearing your throat afterward when you got a couple snarky glances for your sailor-mouth. “Sorry.” Well, this certainly turned into a disappointing night. Sure, you were happy to be part of an event celebrating the love between two people, but… You just wanted to catch those damn flowers for once!
“Y/N, why aren’t you over there with Harry?” You glanced up as Y/F/N sat down with a flute of champagne in her hand. “He’s the one who caught the bouquet, after all.”
“I just wanted to- Wait, what?” You immediately whipped around to where Y/F/N had pointed, your eyes widening at the sight of a happy Harry flaunting the bouquet of white roses and seeming to have the time of his life. Of course Harry was the center of attention at someone else’s wedding.
“Hey, Mr. Bouquet-stealer.” To be completely honest, you were a little bitter that you hadn’t gotten the flowers, but at least Harry caught them! You couldn’t help but wonder if the same ‘whoever catches the bouquet will get married next’ applied to him, but hopefully it did. You had caught yourself dreaming about getting married to Harry far too many times.
“I caught these jus’ fo’ you.” Harry beamed, handing you the bouquet before pulling you over to him by the wrist and giving you a sweet kiss. It was obvious he had one too many flutes of champagne considering how bubbly and spaced-out he seemed. But then again, weddings made him very, very happy. As he twirled you in a small circle, you couldn’t help but giggle before setting the roses down on a nearby table before wrapping your arms around Harry’s neck loosely. A warm glow cast over the room and it felt as if you and Harry were the only people left. (Or maybe it was the champagne going to your head.)
“I can’t believe you caught them instead of me.” You pouted playfully, humming as Harry leaned down to nudge his nose against yours.
“I guess that means you’ll have t’ marry me soon.” Your heart skipped at the thought of Harry waiting for you at the end of the aisle.
There are so many ambiguous lines in The Force Awakens, that it makes my head spin. So many scenes that have hidden meanings, or purposefully flow into another scene that makes you on a subconscious level see the parallels. Combine those scenes with the novelization, and each time I watch it I see/hear something I hadn’t noticed before. A few lines that stand out to me:
1) ‘We’re Not Done Yet’. - Star Killer Base is exploding all around them, he just killed his father, he has a MAJOR wound to his side from Chewie’s bowcaster that could make him bleed out, yet Kylo does what? He trudges out into the snow to find the 'traitor’ and Rey. All bets are off here. What did he have to gain/prove by killing/capturing them? What did he think he would do, anyway? Try to probe Rey’s mind again for the map? Kill Finn for disowning the First Order? Yeah, that was such a high priority at the moment, while his life was literally ending before our eyes. Maybe his anger drove him, or his helplessness at his actions with Han. Maybe he was afraid to come to Snoke empty handed, yet I can’t see how that one holds water. He just killed his father, for God’s sake. He did the ultimate act of proof for that monster that he was obedient. He could have left well enough alone, and lived to fight another day. For all Kylo knew, Finn and Rey might have died on the imploding planet. Problem solved for him. But nope. He went after them, with one intent as far as I can see: He wanted Rey. Dealing with Finn was a distraction. But his words to her, 'We’re not done yet’, were directed to her alone and because even though he might not have known who she was yet (It is you- the novel) he had a good idea from the interrogation and her escape that she was someone important to his future. He was jealous (that she was with Finn) he was angry (that she witnessed what should have been his 'finest’ hour - killing Han, yet he was at his weakest) and he was lost (that he did this unspeakable act that was supposed to make him stronger, only to feel even more guilty, alone, confused, and pulled towards the light). There was NO way he was letting her go without a fight. And I don’t even think he meant to harm her at all. She pulled the blaster on him first, prompting him to save his skin by sending her flying into the tree, and she attacked with Luke’s saber first, prompting him to engage her in a duel. Rey drew first blood.
2) 'The Girl I’ve Heard So Much About’. - Okay. From whom? Unless it was offscreen, in which case they should have included it in the finished cut, because how the hell did he hear so much about 'The Girl’ when the only person who he spoke to about it was Mitaka. Did Mitaka have a dosier on Rey? Did he question everyone at Niima Outpost and learn all about Rey and her non-existent flying skills? Because all he said to Ren were those seven words. All he said was 'The two were accompanied by a girl.’ You’d think that because this 'girl’ was going to play such an important role in Kylo’s life going forward, that we would have been privy to what he’d 'heard’ about her. We don’t see Kylo investigating her, or gathering intel on her after Mitaka tells him this. I can understand his attention when the Stormtrooper said in the Forest that the droid was spotted with the girl, and why he fled to find the one who helped the droid and FN-2187 escape. But his weird line to her, 'The Girl I’ve Heard So Much About’, makes ZERO sense to me. Is it purposefully ambiguous? Are we to think he knows more than we think? Was it an error? Even paralyzed Rey looks at him like, 'Huh?’ How could you possibly know me? It’s this reason that I feel he knows ALL about her, in some way. It’s the only possible explanation for the novels line 'It Is You’. Whether he knows of her but never met her (As JJ Abrams said Rey and Kylo never met), or he feels she is the reason for the Force awakening, or if he’d had visions of her like she had of him, he has to have had some inkling of who Rey was. The fact he flipped out on Mitaka and almost choked him is another indicator. So a girl helped them escape. Was it really so surprising that a Good Samaritan on that planet could have helped Finn and BB8 out? Maybe she was a pilot, or a smuggler. Whatever. His reaction was very telling. He’s heard so much about this girl, because he knows this girl in one way, shape, or form.
3) 'Don’t Be Afraid, I Feel It Too.’ - Yeah. This is probably the most ambiguous line of all. As is the probing look Kylo gives Rey before he voices it. It’s clear to me that he is reacting to whatever Rey is thinking in that moment, and whatever it is, it MUST be something about him. And that something must NOT be negative. Because if she’s thinking 'He’s a creature, a monster, etc. I doubt Kylo’s reaction would be 'Don’t be afraid, I feel it too. If she’s thinking 'I hate him, I want to kill him, etc. again, I doubt his reaction would be 'Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.'He doesn’t hate her, nor want her dead. If he did, she would have been mistreated, bloodied, beaten, raped, or killed. He took care of her before, during, and after the interrogation by seeing no harm came to her. The only conclusion to me on not only why Kylo looked at her with such surprise before he said it and the words he used, was because somewhere in Rey’s mind she felt him interesting, attractive, and she was curious about him the same way he was curious about her. Kylo saw/heard this in her thoughts, and it puzzled him. Anti’s say Rey was terrified in this scene, and that she had no interest in her captor, etc. Yet her reaction speaks for itself. When he removed his mask, she did not look terrified. She looked startled and a bit disoriented. She didn’t expect THAT to be what she had thought a creature. And she seemed pretty self conscious and embarrassed at his calling her a scavenger, yet she usually wore that moniker as a badge of honor. Here he is, a handsome, young, high ranking and probably wealthy officer while she is a dirt poor scavenger who hasn’t had proper nutrition or grooming. In that moment, she was like any woman would be when faced with a man she found attractive despite herself: she was embarrassed that she was a nobody. Yet she held her own pretty damn well with NO help. By the end of the scene, she had the upper hand in every way. After her turning the tables on him, using his greatest fear against him, he could have hurt her or worse. He turned tail and fled to his Master for help. He was afraid of Rey, and needed Snoke’s 'guidance’. The only reason the mind probe hurt was because she resisted so firmly. You’d thiink with his temper, he would have injured her. But no, he never touched her. Why? Because he was already interested in her. Already had COMPASSION for her. And whatever it was he saw in her thoughts, HE FELT IT TOO.
4) 'Rey’. - I’ve shown this scene to friends, family, tumblr friends, my doctor, my mailman, my dry cleaner, etc. They all see and hear what I see and hear. After Rey defeats Kylo and he’s lying in he snow, before he sits up and gives her a look that is equal parts awed, smitten, disbelieving, shocked, and helpless…he moans (probably in exhaustion and pain) and says the word 'Rey’. I’ve heard people say he was just moaning gibberish. Or the word Okay (???) Or it was just a sound of discomfort at his defeat. Whatever. Sure, I’m a Reylo Shipper. And the part of me that WANTS a Reylo pairing to come to fruition would gladly make things up to head in that direction. Yet I’ve seen this scene on my ultra HD tv which is 60 inches and has surround sound, on youtube on my laptop, on my I Phone, on the TV’s at Best Buy (you get the picture) And you cannot tell me in that scene Kylo does not say the word Rey in a voice filled with pride and longing and yes…passion. She’s just bested him (wounded or not) after they 'Found the Force together’. Show of hands of people who thought he would orgasm right there on the edge of that cliff as he watched her meditate. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her Light. Since I think he now 'know’s her, I think he is even more drawn to her and wants her even more. He just begged her to let him be her teacher. So he is pretty stoked to see her use that beautiful rage he finds so attractive in her, even if it was against him. I’d hate to sound like he was fueled by lust in this scene, since it’s a family movie and PG-13. But the way I heard him say Rey? I expected him to light up a cigarette while he was down for the count on his fine ass. I think dueling with her REALLY excited him, and I hope to see more of that in TLJ.
So yeah. I waste a lot of time thinking about these kind of things. All I can say in my defense is if The Powers That Be didn’t want fans to obsess about this kind of stuff, then they shouldn’t do such a good job at leaving things so open to interpretation. :D
Jenny and I get asked a LOT about the state of the show we were developing. Short story is it didn’t get picked up as a series. It’s one of those things you deal with as a creator, putting years of your time and life-force into a thing, almost four years for us in this case. It’s never a good feeling agonizing to make something different and and seeing easier sells slide on through.
They bought the rights to Very Important House before passing on it, so we can’t do anything with the idea unless the rights are bought back for the kind of money neither of us have just sitting around. It’s one of the worst feelings as creators because a shelved idea of ours is still alive, like Frolie and Grampa are trapped in cold storage at a place that has no desire to do anything with them.
This isn’t any kind of condemnation of the studio or the people we worked with. We had some good people behind us, some ill fits, but attitudes and climates change over the course of so many years at a studio, and the thing you’ve created no longer seems to gel with the direction of programming going on around you.
A studio pouring money into development is not a favor done, it’s a necessary part of what keeps things in operation. Ideas are the lifeblood of the system, and the creators sacrifice something just as valuable as money: their time and dedication to a project that takes them out of circulation for years at a time while not necessarily having a job that could be considered at all safe and secure. The best outcome of a situation where the studio decides the idea simply isn’t a good fit for them is one where the idea doesn’t die but survives on with the creator who still believes in the idea. To come out of the end of that process, years later, and not even own the rights to a thing the studio doesn’t want to produce, well, it’s heartbreaking.
As much as it is the nature of the business, it should not be the norm.
We’d still love to see VIH get made, we think it’s badass. We really do! We think seeing even the TINY amount of it come to life that we did was amazing. Since then, we’ve moved on to work on other projects separately, but we still hear Frolie and Grampa yelling in our heads.
Oh, if anyone has half a million dollars they want to give us to get the rights back so we could get the show made some other way, please leave a garbage bag of money behind the dumpster behind the donut shop.
— hi, peaches! it has been a while since i wanted to do this, but i just created corauge to stalk right know && i’m happy with the result. the following blogs are useful in several ways (( i tried separate them by categories, but some of them are in more than one )) && all them are so perfect, i hope you enjoy this!!
YET AGAIN ANOTHER PERSON THREATENED TO BE TAKEN FROM MAGNUS!!!!
He watched clary grow up, he cares about her. And he says it. Magnus can’t do anything to stop the dark magic from killing her, only to help with the pain. It’s just sad bc you can see it on his face. Magnus wanted nothing to do with Shadowhunters and now look at him, in a relationship with one and slowly starts to create a family will all of them. I know Clary’s going to be fine but still no matter how it all end Magnus is gonna lose these people he’s grown close to….It’s just not fair but when is life ever fair. He knows what he’s getting himself into.
Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her.
Message me if you would like part 2!
Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning!
I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it
i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.
it was never meant to be like this.
I got detention, nothing knew there.
But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.
I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.
He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.
it’s not fair,but he’s married.
his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”
i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.
The sex was great, better than i had ever had.
i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.
nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.
it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.
Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.
They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.
It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.
Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.
I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.
he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.
I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.
4 Months ago..
It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.
By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.
I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.
“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.
“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.
He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.
everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke
“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”
i was so shocked by his words..
I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.
But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.
What have i done?
i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;
”Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"
“Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”
and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"
“Do you understand Y/N” he said
“Ye sir” i spoke.
What is he going to do now..
So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!
I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first.
Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this.
request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂
a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss
“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.
“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.
“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”
i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.
ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.
“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”
i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.
enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.
we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.
i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.
“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.
“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,
“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:
“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.
“okay…” i said.
with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.
enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.
i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”
enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!
“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”
“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”
he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”
“teasing?” i repeated.
“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.
“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.
his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.
enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!
oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.
enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!
his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.
i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.
“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.
bliss, utter bliss.
i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.
i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.
wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.
his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.
“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.
what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…
“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.
A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan
era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s
daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to
the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.
Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making
lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she
was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter, if you had had a
choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead.
You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring
jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the
Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in
dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop
down on your bed.
I am so fucking bored. You
say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly
your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.
“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight?
Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his
neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.
“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in
front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set
up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal
is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up
on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still
steaming with heat.
“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump
down into the chair, disrespectfully.
You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to
himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do
well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.
“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to
slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot
liquid slides down your throat.
One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready
to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass, after he
pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that
got your through with these assholes some days.
The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant,
covering his glass with his hand.
“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape
shit again.” He glares at the man.
The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at
the bottle, “Yes, sir.”
Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue.
With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the