Illéa Weekly Magazine and Newspaper Edit: follows the timeline of The Heir.

(All page numbers–issue numbers on the newspaper-looking ones–correspond with the page numbers in which they are mentioned.)

Thank you to all of these wonderful people who contributed! And read the articles, because they’re worth reading!

@theroyalwords - Blake Ridley
@maxonsabs - Luci Andrews
@schylurs - Rae Reynolds
@thejackiemo - Jackie Mo
@gennylovesfandoms - Genevieve Bard
@ladyanj - Anj Ali
@obsoletebooks - Shaelynn Sophia

You know I don’t like to put the same person one day after another, but, well, I’m currently a bit too lazy and tired to make a new one of someone else.  Sorry.

I felt like Jensen’s eye crinkles needed a bit of love.

anonymous asked:

Ever since I got sucked into the hole of Coldflash I haven't stopped thinking of len making Forrest Gump references ("Run, Forrest, Run" or just Len calling barry "forrest gump" in any situation), Idk if youve seen it but could I request this? Please

I gotta admit my feelings about the movie are kinda mixed, but I did my best, nonnie :D

When Snart first yells ‘run, Forrest, run’ and cackles at his own joke, Barry doesn’t pay much attention. He’s too busy trying to prevent a bomb from going off in a residential area, and thus, has no time to appreciate Snart’s unique sense of humor.

The next time, he rolls his eyes. Snart keeps smirking and calling him ‘Forrest’ throughout the encounter, and snickers even as he’s pushed down into the police car. 

The third time, Barry comes home to find a box of chocolates on his doorstep, and it’s a much bigger concern that Snart has found where he lives. (In any case, the chocolates are decent, and Barry has stopped being picky since he started needing so many calories every day. It only occurs to him that the chocolates could have been poisoned after he polishes them off.)

After that, it’s a pair of running shoes, in Barry’s exact size, bright white with a red stripe on the side that looks a little like lightning if Barry squints hard enough. There’s a note, with a scrawled quote on it, saying “You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes.” Barry’s not quite sure what it’s supposed to mean, whether his shoes would tell the world that he’s willingly accepting gifts from a man he fights on a bi-monthly basis, but the shoes are comfortable and when his last pair of sneakers burns through when he runs too fast, he wears the white sneakers and tries not to think about it.

He wonders whether they make that kind of sneakers here, when he runs back in time and saves his mother, and the world changes, but not necessarily for the better. Barry hates that he can’t be content in the new world he’s been dreaming about since he was eleven years old, in the world with his mother still in it and his father alive and well, but it’s an inherently lonely world, without Cisco and Caitlin and Iris and Joe having his back, without friends and without aid when he needs it the most. He cannot go to his mother for a plan on how to defeat the villain of the month, and he cannot tell his father that he’s risking his life every day. Barry is slowly sinking, drowning in the mess of his own making, and he doesn’t know how to get out.

He’s staring listlessly at nothing in particular, the hard wood of the park bench digging into his thighs, when he feels the air shift and grow warmer next to him. When he turns, Snart’s profile is crisp in the light of the chilly autumn day, and Barry feels something clutch at his chest at the irony.

“Are you here to tell me life is like a box of chocolates?” he asks, even though he knows this man is not the Snart who used to tease him and send odd little gifts to his door. 

But Snart, in his trademark parka and wide expanses of black-on-black underneath, turns to Barry and smirks, and in that second, Barry knows that he’s the very same. Same as the one Barry has come to know; that’s a rare quality in this world, and it stings in Barry’s eyes and compresses his throat, even though Snart has never been a friend, not really.

“Not at all,” the man shrugs, and he’s still not looking at Barry, but that’s okay - his voice is all drawled smoothness a quiet comfort of familiarity, and Barry lets himself be lulled by the melody. “Even though you’ve bitten off more than you can handle, I think.”

Barry laughs, and the sound comes out wet and choked, because ‘biting off more than he can handle’ is a very understated way of putting it. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the swaying of the leaves in front of them; he knows that he shouldn’t be asking Snart of all people, but the thing is, ‘all people’ aren’t available and so Barry latches onto the only person who truly knows who Barry is, with his past, with his powers, with his fears.

“What do I do?” he whispers, and doesn’t bother explaining: somehow, he feels like Snart knows, anyway, and maybe Barry should be more concerned about the fact that he has changed the time and Leonard Snart was not touched by the change in the slightest… but he’s too preoccupied with trying to save the world, again.

Snart glances at him and watches, for a moment - it feels like being examined or tested, and Barry doesn’t know what to do to pass under such careful scrutiny. He squirms, and right when he starts thinking Snart won’t say anything else, the soft voice carries to him again.

“You’ve got to put the past behind you before you can move on.”

“Are you still quoting a movie at me?” Barry groans, but something about the ridiculousness of that makes him chuckle, just a bit. Snart turns away, blue eyes catching the fading sunrays, and his mouth turns up into a small smile.

“I am. Doesn’t make it less true for you. You’ve run far enough, you might as well just keep on going. Just because you’ve erased the past that haunts you from existence doesn’t mean it’s not still within you.”

Barry doesn’t know if that will solve his problems, if it will save the world - but it feels like Snart might be on to something there, like Barry might have changed the world but his mind has been lodged firmly within the past that he keeps mourning, despite all the bad that has happened to him in it. Maybe, for the first time in his life, he needs to save himself because he can focus on the world at large.

When he turns to say something, ‘thank you’ or ‘how did you find me’ or ‘why haven’t you changed’, Snart’s not there anymore. It doesn’t startle Barry as much as it should, even though he wonders whether his mind has started playing tricks on him, conjuring criminal wisemen to offer guidance like a warped Obi-Wan. 

He comes home, truly, unequivocally home for the first time in months, only to finds a plastic bag filled with various containers of shrimp waiting on his doorstep. He shares the coconut and the lemon ones with his mother, and lets his father steal the tiny fried ones; and he thinks that maybe, somehow, he will find a way. He is pretty tired, after all… it might be the time to go home for good.


This is another “Three times”. I wanted to clean out Simón in my head, so that happened. 

Have fun! 



He had seen it from the beginning. Of course he had. It was so obvious, yet he kept telling himself it would fade somehow, someday.

But it didn’t.

And now he is standing with Luna in the living room, hiding behind the corner and listening to Prófugos. He didn’t know that Ambar can sing this good, however it does not surprise him. The thing that does it, is Luna’s face when she looks at them. You know, at Ambar and Matteo.

His friend’s eyes are full of… something. He can’t really name it so he just keeps staring at the couple.

Ambar is smiling to her boyfriend while singing the chorus. Matteo holds her tightly, with his hands on her waist. Simón can’t bring to his mind any moment like this, when they actually looked like they were in full of love relationship. They are grinning at each other like a fools and it seems even cute.

Simón moves his eyes on Luna and she is sad. Why? Hopefully it’s not because Balsano looks so damn pleased. He can’t stand it. He really wishes her happiness, if not with Simón, with some other nice guy. His thoughts are making a tornado inside his head because she looks so bitter. It would be better if it weren’t for Matteo.

Yeah, he knows they have some weird thing, some connection, but he hadn’t thought it is so major for Luna. Matteo has a girlfriend and for him it is the clearest thing that he will stay with her. Besides, Balsano isn’t one of guys Luna would ever date. He teases her all the time, makes fun of their skating and, the worst, he calls Simón the guitarist.

He is so cocky, so conceited, so snobby.

So fresa.

Simón lets her shoot one more sight at them and drags her behind the corner. He puts his hand on her shoulder supporting her.

“Hey, Luna, you okay?” His eyes are full of concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I just…” She keeps avoiding any eye-contact. He breathes in and out.

“Luna, please, snap out of it.


He can’t do it anymore. Not now. Not here.

Something deep in his heart hurts, his soul is crashed and he can’t breathe because it feels as if two stars have just collided inside of his lungs. Simón hasn’t cried much in his life so far, but when he sees his love, his first, only love with the bad guy it’s inevitable.

Naturally, Matteo is the bad guy.

And it’s not fair. So not fair.

Simón was beside her all their lives, he watched her laugh, dwell on little and bigger things. Their parents treat the other as a second child. Hell, he’d even come to Argentina after her. From Mexico. And now not only he missed his participation in competition, but he feels like he missed his chance.

And she chose Matteo. Or Matteo made her choose him? He kissed her in front of like whole world?

He knows it is partly his fault because he didn’t say anything about his feelings, but everyone see it, so why his best friend didn’t? Black hole inside his stomach absorbs every good feeling.

All Simón feels is sorrow.

He meets her after the competition, she still wears her sparkling outfit. She looks so unsure.

“Simón, I…” She starts, but he stops her with his hand.

“Luna, please.”

“But I don’t like him!” She yells. “And he doesn’t like me, he broke up with Ambar a few days ago, we are from different worlds. It just could never work.”

“Then why he did kiss you?” His voice broke down.

“I don’t know. It was for choreography. Ending for judges.” She shakes her head and he notices doubts in her eyes. “What should I do, Simón?” He sighs grabbing her shoulders.

Snap out of it.


Simón skates on his way towards the rink where, as he heard from Tamara, Luna is finishing her work. He whistles to himself quietly thinking about Ambar’s words. He wonders why she tries so hard to destroy every Luna’s relationship with people. She told him that his girlfriend is in love with Matteo.

Maybe something happened in the past once or twice between these two but now Luna is with him and he really trusts her. Come on, she has been his best friend since forever; he couldn’t doubt in her.

When he leaves the corridor he sees weird, unusual situation. Two people, who were on rather bad relations recently, are standing together, with tips of their noses touching and holding hands. It would be hilarious due to the latest guy’s rudeness towards the girl, yeah, it would be.

But it is his girlfriend with Matteo. With Ambar’s boyfriend.

He really doesn’t know what to do so he just calls name of Luna. They immediately turn their heads from each other, good.

“Oh, Simón we were nothing…” She stutters.

“Are you jealous, guitarist?” Why Balsano has this pretentious tone when he interacts with Simón?

“No, no, it is okay.” Matteo snorts, but eventually tells them cold see you and leaves the rink. “I trust you, you know?” Luna takes his hand.

“Yes, but it was nothing, nothing happened. We weren’t doing anything” He smiles at her knowing she will start her talk and she will never end. Just like Luna.

“Everything is fine, calm down.” She tilts her head looking for some shade of uncertainty in his face.

“Are you sure? I and Matteo really didn’t…” Simón puts two fingers under her chin, taking her head for her to look at his eyes.

“If it wasn’t anything why are you so nervous?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not. I just don’t want you to think that something happened.”

“I trust you. Snap out of it.


Simón just stands near the table in Jam&Roller. Today is last Open Music this year and he really wanted to attend. However, he can’t find Luna, but he heard something about her performing with Matteo. Not that he believes it; of course they had grown closer together but Luna still has a final work to finish.

He leans his chin on his hand watching as Tamara stands on the stage. She welcomes everyone on the event and introduces the first participants.

Huh, Luna and Matteo.

Firstly he sees his friend going from the backstage, stopping herself on the left. Bright light is focused on her when she sings the first lines. After her, he hears Matteo on the right, lamps moving to him. Simón doesn’t really hear the lyrics, but as the couple moves towards each other, standing closer, he just looks at Luna. He wants to be sure that she makes right decision.

The girl’s smile when Matteo offers her his hand makes Simón’s heart skip a beat. She has never smiled like this to him; to anyone. Just to Matteo.

When the chorus comes it looks like the world for them disappeared. Like there is no one but them. Their lips grinning through the song and their eyes shining with something. Oh, God, no matter how many times Luna will deny that she doesn’t feel anything for Matteo, Simón will never believe her. Never.

You don’t stare like that to someone you treat as only a friend.

They look so happy and everybody knows how long their road was. Luna has changed because of Matteo; he has changed for her. Now Simón knows it, he knows that breaking up with her was the best decision he had made.

Because, if he can judge by the way Matteo is looking at Luna, he is in love with her as much as Simón is.

Luna runs to him after hugging Balsano and leaving him with Gastón.

“Did you like it?” She grins at him looking him straight in the eyes, because she is tall now in these heels. Without them she is so tiny it’s cute.

“Yeah, it was really good song.” Luna takes his hand.

“I know, right! I am so proud of us that we actually wrote it!” She’s jumping like a little puppy which plays with its little squealing toy. Simón opens his mouth. But then he closes it.

He thinks about the song. About the smiles, the little laughs, Matteo’s winks at his friend.

About the lyrics of the song they wrote themselves. Maybe you are my other half.

Simón looks at Matteo, who is staring at Luna with adoration.

“Hey, you wanted to tell something?” His best friend’s eyes are full of hesitation. He smiles at her.

“No. I’m just happy that you are happy.”

shit i learned working for mcdonalds

-everyone over the age of fifty is definitely out for meticulously-ordered-do-not-get-this-even-slightly-wrong-or-i-will-sue-blood

-the security cameras are not aimed at the fry holder so as long as the assistant manager isn’t a complete ass, go wild

-you can sneak any drink you want as long as you put it in a coffee cup

-sweet tea is probably just as bad for you as a coca cola. for real. we put a literal entire bag of sugar in that shit. 

-a mcflurry is literally just ice cream plus some toppings mixed up with a spoon. just order a sundae and ask for oreo crumbs on it

-unless its dinner rush and we are shit out of fries and there are seven orders waiting, no fries have been basting in the fry holder for longer than ten minutes. they’re all fresh, i swear.

-you’re not slick if you order fries with no salt just to ensure ‘freshness’. just straight up say you want fresh fries. its okay.

-you can add big mac sauce to anything if you ask for it.

-if youre getting a drink and you don’t want to have 25% drink and 75% ice, make sure you ask for no/light ice.

-if youre gonna order off the mcpick two menu, tell your cashier you want a mcpick two. if you don’t there’s a 50% chance they will not do it and you’ll pay an extra few dollars.

-also mcpick two is probably the best deal you’re going to get tbh. you can get the same shit as a meal for less. (ex: if you get a mcpick 2 big mac and large fry + a drink, it’ll ring you up for less than if you got a large big mac meal which includes the same stuff)

-also while we’re on the topic of saving cash: always order to-go. always. there’s an eat-in tax if you say your food’s “for here” that can range from a few cents to a few dollars depending on what you’re ordering. 

-all day breakfast is fresher than if you order breakfast at the right time because it’s not a ‘default’ menu option so we have to refry eggs and sausage.

-if you order hash browns after breakfast you’re going to have to wait up to three minutes.

-employees who have been at mcdonalds for a long time have black hats. anyone with a brightly colored blue hat is a newer employee who probably doesn’t have their shit together quite yet. please refrain from yelling at them.

-if it’s not busy and you realllllyyyy want to, you can order whatever specific toy you want and make someone go into the back for it. doesn’t guarantee that it’s there, but it might be. 

-if you order hot coffee, it’s been brewed within the last two hours. don’t worry. it’s not going to go cold. 

yoongi starved selling his tracks. 

namjoon threw away a secure future (with his iq, universities would have been eating out of the palm of his hand to enroll him).

don’t ever tell me bts is just idol rappers. when i see people in the khiphop scene especially refuse to acknowledge them, rage boils inside of me. because they give a shit. about the culture. about the actual art. and it fucking hurts from them. (since they’re hyungs and they respect them and struggled with what they’d become (awakening - rm) until they finally reached acceptance of their path out of love for their other members.) they’re not where they are just because they wanted fame and couldn’t sing. they live and breathe rap, and wanted to do it ever since they left high-school. 

they’ve struggled. and were so fucking brave. don’t ever have the audacity to disrespect that.