lesly mess

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She’ll do all she can For the love of one man And for millions who look from afar I’m what you’ve been needing It’s all here and my heart’s pleading… Let me be your star…

Y'all, i miss them SMASH days :’(

notsinglejustreadilyavailable  asked:

Regarding the question about Morrigan, I feel so conflicted. Overall I think it was a good representation of how confusing it can be to identify your sexuality amidst pressures from family and society. On the other, the Mor who "owns her body completely and wouldn't apologize for it" seems like she would have no problem coming out. I think it's uncharacteristic for her development and what's said about her in the second book.

Yeah, I get you with the whole being uncharacteristic thing. “Don’t let the hard days win” is something I’ve considered as a tattoo, I’ve seen so many edits, it’s such an integral part of who Mor is. And I think that’s a lot of people’s problem right now. I’m definitely conflicted about it. But I was thinking about this, and here are my initial thoughts:

Mor has been through a lot.

  • She has to go to the Court of Nightmares and face her family repeatedly. We know that each time she does this, she has to prepare herself, mentally and emotionally. She does this willingly, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy, or that it doesn’t take a toll.
  • There is what her family did to her after the Incident, not to mention the months and years leading up to it when she knew what they would likely do to her RE: marriage.
  • She has been struggling with her sexuality and romantic interests. The first woman she loves is mortal and marries a man, and of course ends up passing away.
  • She doesn’t know what to do about Az, because she knows that he loves her and she loves him in a way, but she doesn’t want to completely discount the possibility of a romantic relationship, but she doesn’t want to hurt him.
  • She is coming from a culture that valued her only for her reproductive capacity (which, we already knew before).
  • She is afraid that her sexuality will be used against her if she reveals it, which, see my next point.
  • There are many scenes in ACOWAR during which she is blatantly ignored (I marked these - I will meta on this later), leading me to believe that she is not treated with the most respect outside of the Court of Dreams. Think about her reputation - we think of her as this strong badass woman, but, much as the rest of the world saw Rhys as Amarantha’s Whore, Mor is basically the same, a woman who sullied herself with an Illyrian bastard in a world where, if you aren’t High Fae, you are literally called “lesser”. These interactions with other High Fae and the way they dismissed her made me think more about how people outside the Court of Dreams perceives Mor, and I don’t think those perceptions are positive. Sorry this point got long, but it will eventually be the subject of a meta.

So let’s take all of these things, and I’m sure there is more, and consider them for a moment. That is a crap ton of stuff to deal with, to try to overcome. And it’s not as if all of those things happened 500 years ago and why can’t she get over them.

My point is, I’m sure we are all familiar with telling ourselves things, right? Just little words of affirmation, I’m going to get an A on this test tomorrow, or I’m going to look amazing in that outfit, you know. Does it always work? No. There are moments in ACOMAF when we see Mor’s facade start to crack a bit. And it’s no wonder. So while I know that people have a hard time seeing Mor seem to break under pressure a bit, also… it wouldn’t make sense for her to be strong 100% of the time, no matter how hard she tries. She is definitely a survivor. But sometimes they are allowed weak moments, too.

(ps if some of this doesn’t make sense I apologize, I’m currently having a few simultaneous conversations about acowar and thoughts get jumbled.)

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Sick fic

Summary: john is sick, and Alex is a good (read: not so shitty but still okay) boyfriend.


Warnings: light language? I guess. Nothing really explicit cause it’s literally tooth rotting fluff.


Authors note: this is literally garbage IM SORRY YOURE EVEN READING IT. But yeah I suck at summaries and literally everyone has made a sick fic. But here I am with another one. This is also based on a writing prompt “Don’t leave. Please”. Well enjoy my shitty writing, feedback is always appreciated :).


The clock reads 3:42am. I feel like shit. Think about the time you’ve felt like complete shit and then multiply that by 100. That is how bad I currently feel. It all started with a sneeze and a scratchy throat yesterday. I thought nothing of it. Well here I am now, at 3:43am. coughing, sneezing, and burning up. I haven’t slept at all, and I’m dying. This is it, I’m dying, goodbye cruel world, goodbye art, goodbye turtles, goodbye Alexander.

Alexander. I’m sure he’s still up, he’s always up. Always writing, always busy doing something. He’s not in bed though. he’s probably sitting on the couch writing an essay, Like always. Or he’s writing “hate mail” (as he likes to call it) to Thomas Jefferson and Aaron burr. Maybe he fell asleep on the couch, I should bring him to bed.

I slowly pull myself up, and it hurts to move but I wince through it. Once I’m fully sitting up, I carefully swing my legs over the bed with a hiss and pull myself up to my feet. And once I’m up, I slowly start walking towards the couch and lo and behold, Alexander Hamilton is sitting down, laptop in hand, and headphones on, furiously typing. It’s definitely the “hate mail”. He finally notices me when I stand directly in front of him.


“Jack what’s wrong? you look terrible my love” he says concerned as he takes his headphones off. He moves his laptop to the side and pats his lap suggesting I sit. I carefully sit on lap and throw my hands around his neck. “I haven’t slept all night, I have a fever, I feel like shit.” He looks up at me with sad eyes. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better jacky?” He whispers while slowly running his hands up and down my back.


I tangle my fingers through his hair and whisper back “come to bed, I don’t wanna sleep alone” and I know he’ll refuse, but I still try. “I’m busy right now jack.” He says sternly. “Please come to bed, it’s late, we don’t even have classes, it’s Saturday.” I plead, he sighs. I drop my face to his neck, and lay my head on his shoulder. “You know I like to write messages to Aaron and Thomas at this hour” he says as he moves a curl from my eye. And I huff out a breath. “Please lex, for me.” I whisper against his neck.


That sure does it for him because he nods his head and whispers “alright, alright, I’ll go.” I slowly untangle myself from him, and stand up. Alex quickly shuts off his laptop and gets up. He looks me over really quick and sighs “Johnny, my love you look horrible. Come on, let’s get you to bed, you’re not going anywhere in the morning.” I make a small noise in the back of my throat. We start walking to bed, and Alex carefully gets me to lay down and joins me.I turn to face him, I put my arms around his neck, he puts his arms around my middle.


“Alex” I whisper.

“Jack” he whispers back.

“I love you” I declare.

“I love you more” he challenges

“I love you most” I say with a smile.

Alex laughs, a genuine laugh, I can listen to his laugh all day. His laugh can make my day go from horrible to great. His laugh is what happiness sounds like. His laugh is brighter than a thousand suns. He looks at me, his eyes, I get lost in them. His eyes are perfect. He’s perfect. I kiss his nose, and he smiles. “You need to stay in bed for the whole day, but first you must sleep Johnny.” He says. “You gotta rest also lex” i say as I start stroking his hair. Alex’s hair is so soft, and it smells wonderful. I can touch it all day. I remember when i touched it for the first time, it was like heaven. “Sleep for me, please.” I beg, and for once, Alexander nods.

“Can, you promise me something before we sleep?” I ask while Alex slides his hands up from my torso to my neck. “Of course” he says sleepily. I take a breath “don’t leave in the morning, stay with me. Please.” I say slowly. And kisses my forehead. And that’s enough. I know he’ll keep his promise. I yawn and he mimics me, we should sleep. His hands fall to my sides and he holds me close, I wrap my arms around his torso, and put my head in the crook of his neck. “Goodnight my hamilton.” I say into his neck. “Goodnight my laurens.” He says into my hair. I quickly kiss his neck and doze off into a soft sleep.


Alex’s alarm clock go’s off. It’s 7am. Goddamnit. He carefully untangles from my arms, but I hold him close. “Don’t leave. Please.” I whisper in his ear and hold him closer. He stays, and kisses my neck. He unwraps his arm and I’m about to protest until I see him pull up the blanket better. “Hey” he says with a smile, I smile back at him. “I love you” he whispers in my ear. I laugh softly. “I love you most” I say with a smirk. And now he smiles.

We lay together for what felt like forever. Until i realize I’m hungry and start complaining. “You should eat something light and drink hot tea” Alex mumbles. “I’ll make you soup and tea, can I do that for you my love?.” He asks in a light tone. And I nod. I kiss his forehead and he untangles himself from me and stands up. I move the blanket and attempt to stand up to go with him. “Hey what do you think you’re doing, you need to stay in bed.” He protests. I sigh, “I’m going with you, I’ll keep you company while you make soup and tea.” I say while brushing my fingers through my hair “You need to rest, you can’t get out of bed Johnny.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I huff out a breath and pull the Blanket back over myself. “Fine, I’ll stay here. But be careful.” I reply.

He comes back fifteen minutes later with a bowl of hot soup and a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey on a tray. I thank him and he sits back on the bed watching me. I stare back at him. His hair is a mess, it’s sticking out in every direction, he’s wearing grey boxers and a blue t shirt (my blue t shirt), and he hasn’t shaven in days. He looks good. I on the other hand look like a wreck, my hair is everywhere, I’m wearing black boxers and a yellow t shirt (Alex’s yellow t shirt), and I look like I’ve seen hell.


“You look good in my clothes.” Alex says in a casual tone, and I scoff. “You look better” I protest. And he laughs a little. I drink the rest of my tea and eat my soup. Alex sure knows how to make canned soup. I eat in silence, and once I’m done I thank Alex again for the soup and tea. He takes the bowl and cup to the kitchen area and comes back quickly. “Can you lay with me for the day Alex?” I ask. And he nods and mutters an “of course jacky.” He climbs into bed again and pulls the blanket up, throws his arm around me and pecks the side of my neck. we lay in peace.

“I love you” I say as I drift off to sleep again.

“I love you most” Alex whispers.

2

I’m aware there’s flaws in my theory…but I think I’m on to something

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Well, @pinkrabbitpro​ has done it again. Alex, Lucy AND Cat? We’re truly getting spoiled. Previously on Supergirl Virtual Season… Cat had some demands to make of the DEO. Alex and Lucy took some convincing.

Tonight’s update! Act 3 begins…

Cat watched J’onn fuss with something on his tablet. It was nice to be in the fresh air again, even if she’d resisted the trip to this large balcony at first. With the view and the layout, it wasn’t so different from her own at CatCo. Her third day at the DEO was proving more challenging now that she felt fit to do more than be prodded for tests and sleep off her ordeal, tapping right back into her panic from being locked up.

“So how was your suite at Hotel Cadmus?” Cat asked. “If you got an ocean view, then I’m taking back my five star review on TripAdvisor.”

“It was noisy,” J’onn grumbled, setting the tablet down. The two agents Cat had insisted on – just in case – stood guard just inside the glass doors. Despite still being technically off-duty, J’onn wore his regulation black shirt and cargo pants. The only difference from the active agents was his lack of weaponry. “Ms. Grant–”

“It’s Cat. Once you share a kidnapper, there’s no need for formality. Even if I didn’t know you were there. Though I do remember you, from the trouble with Leslie and that Myriad mess. Agent Mulder, wasn’t it?” Even though Kara had since properly introduced them, Cat couldn’t resist the tease.

He frowned at the deliberate misnaming. “You pay more attention than people give you credit for, don’t you? Now about my powers, the ones you’ve requested I use on you.”

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there’s a parks and rec episode where ron’s done something that hurt his girlfriend and when he goes to apologize to her he gives her stuff and says “i brought you chocolate and flowers. and grout cleaner, i noticed you needed grout cleaner.”

and not to be disgusting but like the grout cleaner is very touching and lowkey romantic to me, like… showy stuff is so easy to do that it’s not even interesting but when someone’s paying attention and does something little to make your life better it just feels so protective and thoughtful. he noticed she needed grout cleaner and i’m crying

zach abels twitter saga #1

zach: *gone ghost for almost a week*

zach: *tweets something out of nowhere*

*no one gets it*

people: *start to ?????? him*

zach: *explains*

people: “ok… i got it…”

zach: *gets angry anyways*

people: “w HAT?w?”

zach: *retweets some shit explaining things again*

zach: *probably thinks “that’s why i hate people and the internet”*

zach: *fucks off for another week*

parks and rec as hamilton characters
  • leslie, as alexander: messes up every rap but tries her best (also this was her terrible idea), cries 5 times during the show because of her own lines
  • ben, as eliza: does it for leslie (secretly loves it)
  • ron, as george washington: hates every second but SLAYS
  • ann, as angelica: ("there was only one obvious choice for who was going to play this beautiful, strong, wonderful, courageous woman, ann, you beautiful, strong, wonderful, courageous woman")
  • jerry, as peggy: forgets his only line, "and peggy," is kicked off the cast
  • tom, as philip: really doesn't want to do it (is the highlight of the show)
  • april, as aaron burr: just wants to shoot leslie
  • jean-ralphio: casts himself as thomas jefferson, is way too into What'd I Miss