long road for them...i can wait

The Twins

Jonerys Appreciation Week Day 6. 

6th part of 7-day storyline.

After two months of Jon and Dany’s marriage in Winterfell.

Dany had been feeling very uncomfortable as her pregnancy was advancing. That morning Sam with maester Wolkan were examining her as to make sure she and the baby were doing well. Her belly was bigger than what maester Wolkan had seen in his days of treating pregnant women. Dany was concerned about it. What if her baby is abnormal, or will come out ghastly looking beast with tails as she remembered horror tails that Viserys used to tell her about the creatures that lived in Westeros. 

After they had finished her examination, she looked for Jon. She had started to feel eerie at Winterfell whenever Jon wasn’t around her. The pregnancy had made her delusional, emotional and had increased her temper and paranoia. Jon would attend the council meetings and leave her in the morning as she would get very grumpy. A side of Dany that he wouldn’t want to touch and wake the dragon. That morning though she attended the council meeting. They received a raven from King’s Landing. Jon opened it, read it, his face fell down. Tyrion, Davos, Sansa, Gendry, Arya, and Brienne were all there. Jon looked at Tyrion with a sad look. 

“What is it?Bad news I suppose?” Tyrion said.

“Jamie..” Jon’s words were clumped in his throat, he cleared it and continued “Jamie Lannister killed Cersei and took his own life afterwards.” Jon had difficult time saying all this to a room full of people. Everyone fell into silence. Tyrion got off of his chair, walked tot he window and looked out. They were his family, his house, Jamie. His big brother who always loved and protected him. He left the council and went to his room. They let him to do so. After some time Dany said “What now? how about tis Euron Greyjoy?”..”It doesn’t say anything about him, and I’m suspecting it has to do with Theon. Have we heard of him?” Jon asked everyone. “No, I didn’t receive any ravens, but isn’t this a good thing, we are rid of Cersei Lannister and now you can have the Iron Throne” Sansa said to Jon. Yes, who was on the Iron Throne now? Jon looked at Dany. She knew he didn’t want any of that. “You have to ride south and take it” Sansa continued. Jon didn’t respond. “How is that possible? I can’t go in this condition?” Dany said and realized that Sansa meant that Jon can go alone and Dany can meet her afterwards. 

Davos intervened “Do we know anything about the Hound? or Bronn? how about that maester Qyburn?”, “I didn’t receive any news” Jon said. Brienne said to Jon“My lord if you decide to ride south, I will come with you and protect you”. Jon looked at her, he didn’t want any of that. They didn’t come to any conclusion. Jon wanted to speak Dany but alone where he could say things to her more comfortably, and he needed Tyrion but he seemed to be in his room for the rest of the day. 

Keep reading

Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader- Blazin’ By (Part 12)

Word Count: 1,350

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Warning: Descriptions of fighting and injuries, slight swearing, etc.

“So,” you started, still chewing the burger in your mouth as you drove on the highway, “are we meeting up with Sam and Alethia?”

“I told him we’re gonna have some father-daughter bonding time,” he responded, also chewing on a burger, “if that’s not okay with you-”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted him, swallowing the food in your mouth, “you wanted to actually to have the roadtrip experience and get to know me better.  I’m okay with it.”

Dean smiled, still chewing on his food, “How about I ask a question and you ask one?  I know you’re curious to know more about your old man.”

“Deal,” you smiled, placing your burger down and getting a french fry before tossing it to Dude.  “Favorite move?”

He made a face, weighing his options, “I think it’s tied between Caddyshack and Breakfast Club.  What are yours?”

You wrapped up your burger with your right hand, keeping your eyes on the road, “I gotta say it’s Batman: Under The Red Hood, it’s basically the only movie with my favorite comic book character in it.  I love me some Jason Todd.  Favorite song?”

“Ramble On and Traveling Riverside Blues, I can’t decide between the two,” Dean answered, crumpling up his trash.  “How long have you known Crowley?”

You frowned, “I’ve known him for years.  I ran away for a day, a few months after the incident, and I stopped at a park.  I sat on a swing and just stared at the ground.  Then Crowley showed up in all of his glory, trying to get me in a deal.  I turned his ass down, saying that I’d rather waste my life by doing drugs.  I was a pretty snarky kid.  He said that I was a smart kid and to always rely on myself, not on others.  Who knew the bastard would give useful life lessons.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t kill you on the spot,” he grumbled, shoving the trash into the bag.  “He was different back then.”

“I know,” you stated, tossing your unfinished burger into your bag.  “After I basically told him to screw off, I returned home and that’s when I realized I didn’t know the whole story.  The next day I found out everything.  When did you meet Crowley?”

“Under some weird circumstances,” Dean replied.  “He wanted us to deal with Lucifer, like we are now, and I swear it’s deja vu.  Is it true that you’re Lucifer’s next big vessel?”

You nodded, “You might be Michael’s vessel, and Sam might be Lucifer’s, but I’m the backup.  I don’t know if I’m meant to be an angel’s vessel, but I know that Lucifer will take advantage of this.  He knows that Sam will not say yes to him, so why not get the second best thing?”

“We won’t let that happen, (Y/N),” he said, glancing out the window.  “I won’t.”

“We’re being followed,” you blurted, petting Dude as you accelerated.  “Blue Toyota, a couple of cars back, it has been following us ever since we stopped to get food.”

“Demons?” Dean asked, looking back and petting Dude, watching the car.

“Demons,” you nodded, changing lanes.  “If they can think they can wreck this beast with that shitty piece of plastic, they’re gonna have to think again.”

“Can this thing take on a semi?” he questioned you, looking ahead.

“Old Yeller hit a mountain and only received a dent after bouncing off,” you said, patting the dashboard.  “He can take anything.  We’re gonna have to lose them.”

“Wait, you hit a mountain?” Dean asked, his eyes widening.

“My adoptive dad did, idiot,” you retorted, navigating through the cars.  “I’m gonna get as far away from them as possible and take the next exit, we’ll take the back roads until we’re sure we’re not being followed.”

“How long have these demons been chasing you?” he asked, gripping onto the seat as you turned into the exit.

“Since the accident,” you responded, slowing down and taking a right.  “I had angels on me twenty four seven until I started hunting, I’m not even sure if they’re bothering to watch me anymore.  The demons never bothered to get me, not until I ditched the winged idiots.  Especially after Lucifer returned.”

“We need to get to the Bunker as fast as possible,” Dean muttered, grabbing your phone and searching through your contacts.  “You didn’t add Sam into here?”

“I put his number under Jules Winnfield,” you said, stopping at a red light.

“He gets Jules?  Really, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the contact and placing the phone on his ear.  “Sam, how close are you to the Bunker?  Good for you, we’re being followed, so we might be a little delayed.  Yes, Smartass, we’re fine.  We’re close to the border of Arizona, so we’re not that far behind.  Shut up, Bitch.”

He hung up and placed your phone back, rubbing his face.  Dude whined, stepping forward to look through the windshield.  Slamming on your breaks, you placed your hand in front of Dude, keeping him from flying out the windshield.  Looking in front of you, you saw the barricade of cars in front of you.  Demons were everywhere, surrounding you instantly.

“Dean,” you started, removing your knife from the sheath next to you, “I need you to go and get Dude and you safe.”

“No, (Y/N)!” Dean shouted, gripping your arm.  “I’m not letting you do this!”

“They can take me to him and torture me all they want, it’s gonna take awhile before I’m gonna say yes,” you said, ripping your arm from him.  “I’m sorry, Dad, but I’m not going to let them hurt you because of me.  Take care of Dude for me.”

Opening your door, you stepped out and slammed it shut, tears falling from your eyes as you backed away from the car.  You could see Dude scramble to the front, barking at you.  Turning around, you shoved your knife in the nearest demon, watching as she glowed bright orange.

“Go!” you screamed, turning back and seeing Dean sliding to the driver’s seat.

A demon grabbed your arm, resulting in you shoving your knife into its throat.  After that, you were surrounded, restrained by the arms of the demons that had surrounded your car.  You watched as the Blazer drove away, safely managing to escape the demons.  Your knife was torn away from you, tossed away as more hands grabbed you.  Screaming, you fell onto the ground, scrambling up and raising your fists.  You looked down in horror when you saw all of the demons on the floor, black liquid draining from their meatsuits’ mouths.  Backing away from the massacre, shocked at what you had done, you didn’t notice the clapping until you looked up.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down, (Y/N),” a woman smiled, her eyes flashing back.  “You are my daughter after all.”

“Go screw yourself,” you seethed, spitting the blood out of your mouth.  “You are no mother of mine.”

“That hurts,” she pouted, placing a hand over her heart as she stepped on the bodies to reach you.  “I brought you into this world, and I can easily take you out of it.”

“I’d like to see you try, bitch,” you growled, clenching your jaw as she stepped closer to you.

“Let’s think about this,” she smirked and pointed to herself.  “Knight of Hell,” she said and then pointed to you.  “Half human, half Knight of Hell.  Who is going to win here?”

You quickly glanced behind you, smirking when you looked back at her, “I’d tell ya who’d win: Old Yeller.”

Your mother frowned, looking behind her just in time to see the Blazer ram into her, sending her flying.  You jumped out of the way, pushing yourself up and running to the passenger side.  Yanking open the door, you pulled yourself in and shut it.

“Get us the hell out of here!” you yelled, quickly buckling your seatbelt.  “Now!”

Dean put the truck into reverse, swinging the car around and putting it into drive, “What the hell was that?!”

“My friggin mother!”


Blazin’ By Taglist: @imjusthereforsupernatural @spazzstiel @alexandriajanae4 @maddieklonis @supernatural-fangirl13 @extreme-supernatural-lover @avc212 @tinyvelociraptor2319 @all-of-the-fandom-trash @straightasdeanwinchester

I realized that some of my followers may not have instagram so here is a link to SJM’s newest update about both the first ACOTAR novella and TOG7.

The caption says: 

  • therealsjmaasThrilled to announce this!! Today’s newsletter will have more details (out in a few hours!), but here are some tidbits: It’s a novella set after the events of ACOWAR, that bridges the gap between the original trilogy and the upcoming spinoff books, and lays a bunch of the groundwork for the set-up of the new novels. All of the old gang is back….and it’s narrated by Feyre and Rhys! 😊
    Some of you might notice that this means the publication dates for this novella and the last ToG book have been swapped–which is true. The final ToG book will now be coming out in Fall 2018, and without going too much into it, one of the big reasons for this change is that my dad had a massive heart attack at the beginning of July. He’s doing okay now, and is finally back home (after a month at the hospital), but he’s just starting what will be a long road to recovery. I’m working as hard as I can on these books (I’m actually spending the next few weeks in Maine trying to catch up on some of them), and I’m hopeful that my dad will continue to make remarkable progress every day. 
    I adore you all so much, and I hope you guys are having a fantastic summer. Can’t wait to share this novella with you in May! 💖💖💖 #ACOTAR #throneofglass #acowar#feyre #rhysand

Let’s all remember to be respectful and positive when responding to this post in any way. We all love Sarah and let’s remind her of that fact when she may need it. 

Because it’s always Freud - hOW could I not see this

You guys. TFP is a terrible episode. None of it makes sense. That’s because none of it is real. It’s supposed to be read as a metaphor.

OK, hear me out. It’s been established in the series, up to this point, that Mycroft acts as Sherlock’s super-ego. He stands for absolute, cold reason - in Sherlock’s head, that is; in reality, he’s an emotional crybaby. In TSoT, Sherlock had to “defeat” Mycroft in his mind palace - “not you, not you, YOU” - in order to let himself go and love John.

Now. Following the Freudian metaphor, Eurus is no doubt the id, which would make Sherlock the ego. There had to be three of them, after all. Sherlock, following a childhood trauma (I think he’s responsible, somehow, for the death of Redbeard - that much might as well be true), has repressed this raw, instinctual, potentially destructive part of himself. He has, metaphorically, locked it in an underground asilum: “the roads we walk have demons beneath, and yours have been waiting for a very long time.”

We all thought that Sherlock had to give up some of his cold reason to love John, and he did, but that wasn’t the final problem - Sherlock had to face his instincts, had to communicate with them, hear what they had to say. We can all agree that, if interpreted realistically, the scene where he hugs Eurus is cheesy af - but he’s not hugging his mad sister, he’s embracing a part of him that he thought he could lock up and forget.

Eurus is also the part of him that’s irrational enough to be attracted to Moriarty - she stands for his dark side. Just as in TAB Sherlock dreams of Moriarty performing fellatio on a gun, Eurus has that weird glass-sex with Moriarty in TFP. The glass that used to separate Sherlock from his instincts, by the way, is called “elephant” - but the elephant hasn’t been there for a while, that is, since Sherlock accepted his love for John. This happened somewhere between S3 and TAB, I believe. This has allowed “Eurus” to come out and start shooting people.

Eurus is Sherlock. It is not by chance that the “I’m you / you’re me / me or you” thing has been a motif since the second season. When Sherlock sees her, she is a weird combination of Sherlock himself and John - suicidal, clever, walks with a cane - and that is because 1) Sherlock and John have become one inseparable being at this point and 2) because Sherlock does identify with John on some level - remember the “I’m you, aren’t I?” of TSoT?

ALSO, ALSO. TST ends just before Eurus appears - we’ve seen her as the girl on the bus, but I think that’s just Sherlock projecting - and ends with Sherlock in therapy. Couldn’t this whole Eurus thing be Sherlock trying to figure himself out? Perhaps creating characters to materialize different parts of himself as therapy? Sherlock has to save John Watson from Sherlock, and he does. Now that he’s come to terms with both his id and his super-ego, he can actually have a constructive relationship and be a complete human being - a “good man.”

All Moffat and Gatiss have to do is to reveal that it was, in fact, all in Sherlock’s head - but no less valid in terms of character development.

[@drumsinheaven because I texted you all of this screaming]

anonymous asked:

sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?

Oh you’re right, anon. 

Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked. 

They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.

I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):

Oliver would be

And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place. 

Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him

They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT

(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)

That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder. 

He tells her that. He tells her.

It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real

But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.

But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.

And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever. 

But this is how they get on the path. 

Because after all,

I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends. 

I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.

anonymous asked:

Okay, you want angst, I'll give you angst, for both your happiness and mine! ;) How about a scenario where the boys are not paying attention and don't see a car coming when they cross the road and their s/o pushes them out of the way, only to get hit instead and a sad ending where the s/o gives up her life for her love? You wanted angst and I delivered! ;) For Noya, Lev, Oikawa, and Bokuto, please? 😈 Thanks! ❥

This is super long because I love angst scenarios like these ;u;

I tried my best to not make it too repetative, but they kinda are.

Nishinoya

“Haha, wait for me Noya!” You laughed as you ran after him who was laughing along with you. “Maybe if you can catch me!” He exclaimed as he continued to run around town with you. 

You loved this, running around town fooling and joking around with Nishinoya. You loved the rush that went through your body as you ran with no care in the world like you were flying away leaving all your problems behind.

The breeze felt nice in your hair as you watched Nishinoya’s back, trying to catch up to him. He’s always had so much energy and you loved that about him. 

There was a stop light ahead and Nishinoya waited briefly until it had turned green again and signaled for pedestrians to cross, you still trying to catch up to him.

Your breathing was heavy as each foot landed on the sidewalk, one after the other. Nishinoya was still far ahead of you and he ran so carefree and happy, you wanted to catch up.

But something was off.

All you could hear was your breathing as you watched the truck speed down the road, not stopping for the red light it had. Any minute it would head straight for Nishinoya and there would be nothing you could do about it.

“Noya! Stop running!” You screamed as you forced your body to run passed its limits. Nishinoya didn’t understand though, he continued to run forward, “What are you saying?” 

Your heart stopped beating and your breath was caught in your throat as you ran your fastest and finally caught up, throwing your arms in front of you to push the male out of the way,

“Yuu! Look out!”

It seemed as if time had stood still as he felt his body hit the ground. All he could hear was ringing around him and everything looked blurry as he sat up and looked around for you, “(Name)?” 

“Sir are you okay?!” People came running by to the scene to help, some running over towards Nishinoya to help him onto his feet. “I’m fine, just a little scratched.” 

He looked around for you, but couldn’t seem to find you. What had just happened?

Something seemed to have sparked in his mind as his eyes widened in shock. He remembered you pushing him out of the way before the truck slammed into you, throwing you a few feet before you continued to tumble and roll onto the street.

Gasping, he ran over towards the truck and found you surrounded by multiple people trying to keep you alive. Blood pooled around you and the street as you tried your best to stay awake.

“She’s my girlfriend!” Nishinoya cried as he pushed his ay through the crowd reaching over to hold you, “(Name)! (Name)!” He cried as you slowly opened up your eyes to look at him.

“You’re okay.” You say happily as you brought your hand up to caress his cheek, “I’m so..glad..you’re okay.” It took you multiple breaths to be able to spill your words out to him. 

You retracted your arm back as you closed your eyes to take in another breath, but it was extremely difficult to do so. Nishinoya grabbed your hand in his and squeezed it.

You felt rain drops on your face before they rolled off your cheeks. Opening your eyes again, you saw Nishinoya crying over you as he held you. “I’m so sorry,” He sobbed, squeezing your hand so more, “It’s all my fault.” 

You smiled gently at him, “I just…want you safe..Don’t forget that..I love you, Yuu.” Your eyes gently closed as your head fell back into his arms, Nishinoya shook his head before leaning down to hug your body.

“I love you too.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

at what age do you think stydia will get married and have babies???

I see the baby thing happening a long time down the road, I mean Lydia is going to go to MIT and Stiles is going to be part of the FBI, so they are going to be in school for a long time, and probably traveling a lot, but I can totally see them getting married super early on (because god damn, they waited long enough) and Scott being Stiles’ best man and Kira coming back to be Lydia’s maid of honor and there being a saved place for Allison and Sheriff Stilinski being the one to marry them making jokes about how he remembers when Stiles was a young gawky kid fawning over Lydia but oh wait he still is that same old kid and everyone laughs and Stiles delivers this unbelievably romantic speech and even though he’s stuttering through the whole thing he still is somehow so damn endearing and Lydia is just mezmorized staring at him with tears welling up in her eyes and she tells him things like “i’ll always find you” and “i’ll say it back every time until the end of time” and Kiras sobbing like a goober and everyone is so fucking happy and then they live in this crappy little apartment that is totally bug infested and falling apart and Stiles makes Lydia kill all the bugs but one day she comes home exhausted and he has totally refurnished and fixed the place up and painted the rooms in all her favorite colors and even went to get her old bedroom furniture because ironically sometimes she the one who gets homesick for Beacon Hills and Stiles is so proud of himself and she’s so happy and she runs and jumps in his arms and they eat takeout on the floor then watch The Notebook (again) for the rest of the night and then a year later she surprises him with a new jeep for graduation that is identical to the original but runs like brand new and they are just the happiest couple alive and OK I got carried away but still can you imagine 

Ah, the mutual understanding finally hits them.

How does it feel to know to know there is the other person struggling with similiar problems as you? And said person is actually a bad guy?

How does it feel to have a mutual understanding with a good guy of all people? I don’t even think you care about it the second part at this moment.

I can’t believe we had to wait so long for that kind of interaction.

Alas, it can only end in one way as of now.

To be fair to them they probably will have some kind of road to go together, writers wouldn’t just leave it like that.

I. Am. Glad.

short titles are for other poets; we write novels right at the start

for him

shadows fall like leaves while they still have the time and the sunlight / i’m not the smartest guy in town, i’ll be honest / i’m not even sure what town i’m in / everything’s a big blue blur and all the roads and boulevards and streets and alleys seem to be leading towards one single thing / you /

i’m tired of walking / my shoes are scuffed and stained and i’m pretty sure there’s some dried puke on them, too / my feet are blistered and hurting / but it’s okay / it’s all okay / if i have to walk a little bit more, well then i have to walk a bit more / i believe it’ll be worth it / i know it’ll be worth it /

////

i’m not the smartest guy in town, but i’d like to think i’m pretty patient / i can wait a long long time / i can wait / especially if i get to wait for something beautiful / you might not see it in yourself but i got to see your heart through a veneer of ink and tears and it was something…wonderful /

you know, my knuckles are bruised from fighting shadows and ghosts and monsters / i was punching right and left without any strategy or anything and i’m pretty sure they won every single fight / but i’m still here / i’m still walking / and i can wait / i can always wait /

Problems (Prologue)

It was a warm day in Chicago, everyone was outside, even Ryan. He heard that few of his friends were coming to Chicago, Ryan was excited, but also nervous at the same time. Friends, that were coming to Chicago are Luke, Jonathan, Bryce and Evan, they always cared about Ryan, but sometimes they would get a little too flirty with him, but he didn’t care about that. “Maybe I should go to a café to wait for them, I just need to give the name of it and they should find it”, Ryan said to himself.

“I’m so excited! We get to see Ryan for the first time!”, Bryce said in excitement while the olders laughed to his excitement. “Bryce, I know you’re excited, because we all are excited”, Luke said. Luke was really excited too, because he mostly played Rainbow Six: Siege with Ryan. “I’m going to guess that Ryan is really fucking hot”, Jon said after Luke. “Like, none of us has seen his face, and we’re the first ones to see him, so there’s a really good point to be excited” “I agree with Jon”, Evan finally spoke. “If Ryan really is hot, then I’m going to fuck him until he can’t walk” Luke laughed, while Evan was talking about fucking Ryan and soon enough, Jon said out of nowhere: “You’re not going to fuck him if I get to him first”. All of them fell silent, “Really Jon? I will definitely get first to Ryan, and then I’m going to fuck him”, Bryce said to Jon. They were arguing until their phones let out noises, it was a text from Ryan saying that he’s waiting for them in a café, luckily he also gave the name so the guys can find him. “Alright! To the café!”, Evan said nearly yelling. The others laughed, then nodded.

Ryan was waiting for the others about 30 minutes, he was ready to leave until he saw four tall figures, he recognised them, and walked to them. “What took you guys so long? I was waiting for like about 30 minutes” “Sorry, we got into a traffic and waited until it was safe to cross the road”, Evan said to Ryan while the others nodded. All of them had a little blush on their faces when they saw Ryan, one thing that caught their eyes were Ryan’s hazel eyes. They looked like that they would sparkle in the dark, “Ryan, you have fucking good eyes”, Luke said without thinking. “Uhm… thank you, I guess”, Ryan answered back, he was also blushing. “Should we go to your place?” “Sure, it will get hot in here if we just stand still”, Jon laughed to what Ryan said, he had to admit that he was pretty hot.

After they got to Ryan’s place, Buddy ran straight to the visitors, “Hi little doggy, how are you?”, Bryce said to Buddy and he barked once as to answer. “He’s name is Buddy, I have had him now about for 10 years” “And his still in a good shape, you’ve taken care of him really good. I’m actually pretty impressed how he isn’t dead yet”, Evan said to Ryan while petting the dog. Ryan just rolled his eyes, but was happy that his best friend wasn’t dead yet, and again out of nowhere: “You should’ve told us that you’re fucking hot”, Jon said, without thinking. Ryan was blushing really hard, that it was almost visible, “Uhm… I… you see, I don’t like to talk about myself” “Mhmm~”, Ryan felt like he didn’t want to talk to Jon anymore. “Well, I think that I should make food for you. You all might be very hungry” “I like that idea, we all are pretty hungry”, Evan answered, he actually wasn’t that hungry, because he lived the closest to Chicago.

In the evening everything was okay until Jon made his move: “Hey Ryan, you know, we would be beautiful together~” “Uhhhh… possibly… I don’t know…” “Jon, what the fuck are you talking about?”, Luke asked Jon, “Jon, are you sure that you’re not drunk?”, Bryce asked after Luke. Evan soon joined them, “Jon, I’m pretty sure that me and Ryan would look beautiful together” “And what makes you say that?” “I live in Canada, and Canada isn’t that far away from Chicago” “Still, I don’t fucking trust you taking care of him” “Guys, please stop fighting, isn’t it obvious that me and Ryan would be great together” “Shut up, Bryce, I would be much better to him than you” “Oh yeah, you sure?” “Okay guys, seriously, I would be great to Ryan”, they all were arguing about who would be great to Ryan, and that gave him a headache. “Guys, listen to me, I like my life, even without the love of my life, I like living with my dog, it’s less stressful than living with another person”, everyone fell silent, they apologised many times. But in everyones mind they could hear themselves saying “Ryan will be mine”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was short, I apologise for that, but hopefully you like it. The test write actually ended up being a prologue to my story, so have fun reading this really short prologue. I will write more when I have enough time :)

Request: The Old Lady

Request: Please write an imagine about being old friends with Jax and Opie and finally coming back to Charming and bumping into the club. Also the reader catches the eye of Opie by wearing tight jeans and knee high boots and having a killer attitude. 

I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time with this writer’s block.

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Opie’s POV

Senior year in high school. Opie and Jax had made it so far, but they were more excited about the prospect’s kuttes they just had got. They had been living around SAMCRO since they were babies and people were expecting them to take their places at the table. Girls at school seemed to be excited to, glancing and giggling at the two new bikers in town. However, one of them couldn’t care less about the leather and patches. Their best friend, Y/N, was barely talking to them, so Jax decided to ask her what was going on.

“Man, she must be pissed off”, Opie grunted as they walked in the library, a place where they could always find Y/N, “A good girl like her doesn’t want to walk with bikers, soon to be criminals”

“Bullshit!”, Jax hissed, looking through the bookshelves, “She know us since forever! Y/N knows who we are, what our old men do and she still is our best friend”

“Maybe she found out you’ve always wanted to get in her pants”, Opie shrugged and Jax smacked the back of his neck.

“Are you sure I am the one trying to do that Winston?”, his best friend raised an eyebrow as Opie blushed. Y/N was beautiful, a sweet girl and that’s exactly why they would never work together. Club wasn’t a place for her and Opie was determined to do good as a prospect.

They found Y/N in an isolated place on the library, a book on her lap. However, she didn’t have her nose buried in it, she was looking at the sky through the window close to her, lost in her own mind. She jumped when they sat in front of her. Opie watched Y/N closely and noticed her eyes were red, she had been crying.

“Hello”, Jax smirked, cocky as always, “Can we talk Y/N?”

“About what?”, she creased her brow, carefully looking at the boys.

“Did we do something wrong?”, his friend blurted, as Opie continued to study Y/N’s expression, “You haven’t been talking with us lately. Actually, you seem to be hiding from us”

Y/N’s eyes widened for a second before she sigh and look down. Opie looked at Jax, who shrugged and reached for her hand. Y/N pulled it back, straightening on her chair.

“I’m leaving Charming”, she blurted, “My parents are getting divorced. Dad cheated and mom is moving to another town, I’m going with her”

“Y/N…We…”, for the first time Opie saw Jax Teller speechless, “Is there anything we can do?”

“Nothing”, Y/N whispered and gathered her things, “It was nice to meet you guys”

She was devastated, Opie could see, but he knew there was nothing he could do to make it better. He could hug her and tell he liked her, but it would be worse. She was leaving Charming and he would be a Son, they couldn’t be farther from each other than this.

Years later…

They had got the patches after one year as prospects, and now, years later, Opie knew his best friend was going to be SAMCRO’s vice president. His father was tired, getting sick and didn’t want to be in the place anymore. Opie was proud of Jax and ready to be his right hand. The club had always been his life, though Opie always had wanted a family too. Girls had always been around, but none of them was special enough. He still was looking for the one and only.

It was early in the morning and Opie was outside the clubhouse, smoking, before go to work on TM. Gemma’s car entered the parking and she walked towards him, instead of going to her office.

“Do you remember Y/N Y/L/N?”, Gemma asked. Opie froze, his hand stopping half way to his mouth. He hadn’t heard that name in years.

“Yeah”, he swallowed, blinking, “She was our friend, me and Jax. What about her?”

“Nothing”, she shrugged, not looking or sounding convincing, “He father just died and I was wondering if you guys remembered her, you used to be so close”

“She moved from Charming years ago Gem”, Opie bit his lip, “We haven’t talked with or about her since then”

“Yeah, right”, she waved, pursing her lips, “Well, I’m going to work. See you sweetheart”

Gemma walked to her office and Opie finished his cigarette, his mind wandering back to Y/N. He still remembered her, the sweet smile, kindness, cleverness and beauty. Y/N had been his crush in high school, that girl he never had the courage to ask out on a date, but always had imagined how it would be. The circumstances that made her leave Charming were sad and how she just stopped talking to him and Jax was even worse; maybe they could have convinced her to stay and finish high school with them, supported their friend.

He heard a bike and soon Jax was parking his Harley, hopping out of it and walking towards Opie. “Did you hear?”, his friend blurted, sitting by Opie’s side at the picnic table.

“About Y/N’s father?”, he glanced at Jax, “Your mother just told me”

“Man, I swear it took me a while to remember her”, Jax admitted and then, looked at his brother, “Do you think she will come to the funeral?”

“It’s her father Jax”, Opie got up, intending to start working, “I think she will”

—————

Funeral would be in the next day’s afternoon. Opie and Jax drove to the cemetery and watched it from afar. They knew many people there, but no sign of Y/N. When they got back at TM, their brothers were gather at the garage doors, around a Harley.

“What’s so special about this Harley guys?”, Jax scoffed as they got closer.

“Not the bike lads”, Chibs smirked, “But its owner”

“Here she comes”, Tig grinned before they could ask who owned the bike. Opie turned around to see who was coming and saw a woman leaving Gemma’s office. She was wearing tight jeans that embraced her body perfectly and knee high leather boots. She looked like a biker’s old lady and Chibs was right, a girl riding a Harley wasn’t something you see everyday.

“I was wondering when I would see you guys”, the woman smirked, taking off her sunglasses, “Hello Winston…Teller”

“Y/N!?”, Jax exclaimed, but Opie couldn’t see his expression, all he had in mind was Y/N. She definitely had changed.

“Don’t be so surprised Teller”, she laughed and turned to Chibs, “I already signed the papers. When my bike will be ready?”

“I’ll start working on it”, the Scotsman answered, “As soon as possible lass”

“Great”, Y/N smiled, “Gemma has my number. Call me when it’s ready”

She looked at Jax and Opie again and walked away as they followed her. Opie still couldn’t speak, it was a great surprise to see her again and how different she was, nothing like the quiet girl he had met at school.

“I’m sorry about your father Y/N”, Jax spoke first and she gave him a weak smile, nodding her head, “We just got back from the funeral, we thought you would be there”

“Yes, I intended to”, Y/N sighed, playing with the sunglasses on her hands, “Our relationship wasn’t good, but he was my father. Well, I had some troubles on the road and I was almost at Charming when my bike practically died. Lucky me I still had TM number on my phone”

“How long are you staying?”, Opie blurted, making both, Jax and Y/N look at him. Her eyes softened for a moment and then she smirked.

“I don’t know Winston”, Y/N shrugged, “I’ll visit my father’s grave and someone will read the testament next week, maybe. I got time, since I don’t have a job, not anymore… Anyway… Good to see you boys, I have to go now”

“Wait!”, Opie called when she turned her back on them, “I can give you a ride”

—————

She accepted his offer, hopping onto his bike and holding him as they rode through town. He was surprised when she said her father’s address, but it made sense; she had a house there, no reason to spend money staying in a hotel.

“Thank you Winston”, she handed the helmet back to him, smoothing her hair down, then she smiled, “It was a nice ride”

“You’re welcome”, Opie looked at her, Y/N’s eyebrow raised as she stood still under his gaze, “Your father’s business will be yours now, right? You could stay in Charming, since you don’t have a job anymore”. He didn’t know what he was thinking, he was rambling, her presence messing with his senses, “I mean…It’s just something that occurred to me, while…”

“I don’t know Opie”, Y/N rested her hand over the handlebars, using his name for the first time. She leaned closer, licking her lips, “Is there something else that Charming could offer me?”, All he could do was stare at her lips. Y/N grinned and straightened, winking at him, “Thanks for the ride Winston. See you around”

—————

Y/N’s bike needed new pieces, fix it took longer than what Chibs had imagined. She had stopped by TM to see the progress on her Harley and stayed for a drink at the clubhouse. Tig and Chibs were trying to tell a joke when Opie walked in, something about two nuns and a bar.

“Hey Winston!”, Y/N cheered when she saw him. She looked tipsy, “Come here, have a beer!”

“No, thanks”, he said and sat close to her, who asked Chibs another beer. Opie watched as Y/N continue to drink; he wouldn’t let her go home alone. Luckily, one more beer and she stopped, “I’ll take you home”

“I can get home by myself Winston”, she protested, walking outside the clubhouse.

“No, you can’t”, Opie grunted and grabbed her arm. Y/N pulled it back, sobering up and glaring at him.

“You’re not my father Winston!”, Y/N raised her voice and tripped a little on her boots, “He is DEAD!”

“I’m just trying to keep you safe!”, he got closer to her, holding her arms. Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, grimacing.

“Why do you care Winston?”, she narrowed her eyes, “You never did it before. You were too busy enjoying your new kutte and pretty girls jumping on you, while I was breaking into a million pieces! I needed you, but you never looked at me! I liked you Opie! Damn it, I was in love with you!”

“Y/N…”, Opie tried to hold her as Y/N got rid of his grip, walking to the gate.

“Don’t worry about me Winston”, Y/N said over her shoulder, “I’ll leave Charming before you notice”

—————

Opie helpless watched as Y/N left the clubhouse, finding a cab on the street to take her home. He tried to find her the next day, but he couldn’t. Her bike was ready, so he decided to wait for her to show up. He was back from some errands and noticed the Harley outside TM, but Y/N wasn’t around.

“She’s inside”, Gemma was at her office’s door frame, smoking. Opie looked from her to the clubhouse and marched towards there. Y/N was having coffee while the prospect cleaned the bar. She looked at him and put the cup over the counter.

“Thanks for the coffee”, Y/N smiled at the prospect and grabbed her purse. Opie blocked her from leaving, making Y/N sigh, “What do you want Winston?”

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

“Yeah, I am”, she answered and they stared at each other for a moment. Y/N blushed and cleared her throat, “Sorry about the other night. I was drunk, shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s not your fault”

“It’s okay”, Opie mumbled, not quite sure about what to say. He was feeling like he was in high school again, nervous in front of the girl he liked.

“Okay then”, Y/N took a deep breath, gave him a weak smile and passed him, walking to the door, “Bye Winston”

“I liked you”, he blurted, making her stop on the way out, her back turned to him, “I fell for you, but I was too shy to tell you, and scared. You wouldn’t want a biker, you didn’t belong to this place and the club was my life. I also didn’t want to lose my best friend”

Opie waited as Y/N stayed on her place, looking down. She finally broke the silence with a laugh, “Good we were so stupid”. She leaned against the wall, running her fingers through her hair.

“Yes, we were”, he agreed and walked towards her. Y/N bit her lip, looking up at him, “Are you staying in Charming?”

“I don’t know Winston”, she shrugged and then the smirk was back on her face, “Why do you care?”

“I care about you”, he admitted, “I’ve been alone all this time and now I think that, maybe, I had been waiting for you to come back”

“I’ve changed a lot Winston”, Y/N stood on tiptoes, her face close to his.

“I know”, Opie whispered as he put a hand on her waist, gently pulling Y/N closer, “But at the same time, you’re still the same Y/N I fell in love in high school”

“No Winston”, she smiled, cupping the back of his neck, “I wasn’t ready back then, but now I am”

“Ready for what?”, he asked, watching Y/N lick her lips.

“To be your old lady”, she whispered and pulled him for a kiss. It was even better than what he always had imagined. Opie lifted her and Y/N wrapped her legs around him, smiling. His old lady was finally back to where she belonged.

A 12-minute read on bike style changes in the last 70 or so years.

Most American bikes thru the ’60s were one-speeds for kids, because teenagers were aching to grow up fast and cars seemed better for dating.

Beginning at the end of WWII, the older generation launched a 20 years or so succession of screwups that sent a message to the younger generation that these folks were not to be trusted or emulated. Things like pesticides, the Korean War, Emmett Till, Viet Nam, holding women back, civil rights stuff, hating rock-n’-roll were just a few of the problems caused by the older generation.

A big one happened on January 28, 1969—an oil spill off the Santa Barbara (California) coast. Union Oil took a shortcut with the drilling rig, and the ocean erupted with oil. To a country of young people who’d been environmentally sensitized by Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring, it was the straw that broke the back, and led directly to the first Earth Day, April 22, 1970.

Earth Day was a protest against environmental destruction, so riding a bike wasn’t retreating to childhood and taking you out of the dating pool; it was a way to protest the older generation’s greed that was destroying the environment. The order to young people was: Don’t use gas on Earth Day. Show you care, don’t be part of the problem, ride a bike, and we did.

Girl sees bike, boy meets girl. Who are they and where are they now?

Some of the bikes were borrowed from younger siblings, some were leftover from when they were young, but bike dealers ramped up for Earth Day, and lots were bought new. Schwinn Varsities sold like mad, because Schwinn dealers were everywhere. High-schoolers took to the 10-speeds because the drop bars and gears made them not kids bikes. But the Varsity was unexotic and heavy, so if you were a one-upper, you held out for a European bike—a Raleigh Super Course, Peugeot UO-8, Gitane something or other, a Mercier, or the exotic (in my neighborhood) Cote d’Azur.

Back then, nobody lusted for a Nishiki, but it’s got a cool badge, riveted on and everything.

All of the early 1970s foreign ten-speeds ones were steel and slender, and had lugged frames and nice-looking decals. If you were into bikes you’d get the manufacturer’s catalogs at the bike shop and read about what the better bikes had that you’re didn’t, and figure out how to spiff up your U-08 so it was closer to a PX-10. (Mark put Campy Gran Sport derailers on his first cheap French bike.)

The first American framebuilder in the renaissance was Albert Eisentraut, who grew up in Chicago and learned from Oscar Wastyn, the first builder of Schwinn Paramounts. Albert was building his own frames in the late ’50s, and taught frame-building classes in the ’70s.

A 1973 or so Ritchey road bike.

Tom Ritchey made his first bike frame at 15 ½, in … 1972? Something like that. Tom was never normal, he’s always been Mozart, and he’s not the standard.

Anyway, Eisentraut’s classes led to a boom in custom building that, by the late ‘70s, grew into dozens of American custom frame builders, who collectively  revved up interest in bikes and riding and bike geekery in general.

By then the European brands, the French in Particular, were losing to the  Japanese. The  10- and then 12-speeds were well established, too, from cheap to expensive, all of them with familiar proportions and details, just executed with different degrees of perfection constrained by price.

Even the poorer executions were still signs of sincere attempts at art, and tho they didn’t get a lot of respect at the time, it’s an unexpected treat to see, locked up with a white plastic bag as a seat cover, a cheap ’70s bike with chome-tipped fork blades, seat stays, and chainstays, and a flat fork crown with a thin stamped steel cap on it with an artistic shoreline. These days, cheap bikes still copy expensive ones, but most of today’s expensive bike are de-detailed and are, I’d say, bad role models. Like 7-year old with leather and chains.

The first genuine mountain bike Tom Ritchey made…1977 or so. The frame joints are gorgeous, the tubes aren’t all fat, but the frame is not underbuilt. Looks nice to me..which is why our bikes use the same proportions still. It’s not because we can’t go fatter.

When the first actual mountain bikes were made in the late ’70s, they veered off from strict road style, but were just as beautiful (maybe more) than any European road bike . The upright bars and fat tires gave them away as mountain bikes, but frames and forks were still beautifully detailed. The first Stumpjumper was lugged and had a fork crown, just like most good road bikes. Then price competition forced out the lugs for tig-welds, and crowned forks for the crownless “unicrown” style, but from 25 feet they all looked about the same, with those traditional proportions.

By 1988 more than 75 percent of the bikes sold in America were mountain bikes, and moto-crossers and motocross magazine publishers saw the trend and got involved. To motocrossers, the early mountain bikes must have looked unevolved, effete, and ready for a crayons-to-perfume makeover. The whole look changed—the joint details, proportions, graphics, and these new mountain bikes didn’t look European anymore. It’s not a shame that they didn’t look European. Why should they? The shame is that they looked so crude, that somebody in the loop figured what the hell, it’s just a bike.

In late ’89, Rock Shox developed the suspension fork, and after suspension bikes won big in the 1990 mountain bike world championships, every body wanted them and almost all manufacturers jumped on it.

Stumpjumper from about 1991, I think. A good place to stop.

At first the shocks were only on $1,000+ bikes, but within five years they came down to $450 bikes. It was hard to sell a mountain bike without them, and nobody knows that better than me (or Bridgestone sales reps at the time). Now it’s 2017 and it’s hard to find a new model bigbrand a city bike or whatever, that doesn’t have shocks. Fat tire bikes without them are barely even recognized as mountain bikes.

Suspension forks lead to full suspension frames, which lead to events that required body armor and helmets with full face protection, and at this point the desired look was gnarly, raw, and big. Ugly was pretty, pretty was obsolete. By the early 2000s, mountain bikes looked like motorcycles without the motors, and the clothing and helmets followed the same route. It’s hard to talk about these changes without coming off like a grump, but I’m just trying to address the evolution of these visual and techy changes. It’s kind of interesting, isn’t it?

Do bicycles need disc brakes? If heavier and faster motorcycles could use rim brakes, they would—because rim brakes are more powerful. But motorcycles weigh so much and go so fast that they’d burn up rim brakes. Rim brakes are ideal for most bike riding, but that gets lost in the inferiority complex.

The earth isn’t your %$#@ bike-gym!

There are some riding situations that favor disc brakes. Steep, rim-heating descents, grit, slim, and muck (it’s not a matter of braking performance in muck, it’s that muck packs rim brakes. Don’t ride in muck.) A lot of people feel better about their chances of survival when they’re over-gunned, over-sheltered, over-clothed, over-fed, and over-vehicled, no matter what kind of vehicle it is. The Ford F150 is the best-selling motor vehicle in America. I’m sure it’s a great truck, but still…

The trend to single chainrings and clutchy rear derailers is another way that bikes are going more like motorcycles. I’m all for simplification—if you can get by with one ring, that’s the way to go, for sure. And rear derailers with clutches that maintain chain tension to keep the chain engaged on the chainring and reduce chainslap on the chainstay. —those aren’t evil insidious infiltrations from the dark side, but they are from the dark side. Ha!

How dare you, dude!

Isn’t mountain biking great?

Motors are the final frontier, and they’re coming, too. People were monkeying with motors on bikes in the early 1890s. Electric motors didn’t hold a charge well and were too bulky. Steam was hard to start and too dangerous to put between your legs. The internal combustion engine, patented in 1885, was the winning design, and by 1903 we had Indians, Harleys, and Triumphs (and cars, too). Once motors were available, adults quit riding bikes.

Do it on an indoor track with fake trees!

One living & smart bike industry guy who works for a huge bicycle maker predicts that electric motor bikes will make up 30 percent of the bicycle market by 2022. He calls them just eBikes.

eBikes are conveniently called ebikes to de-emphasize the motor, even though the motor is why they exist, and they appeal across the board: To baby boomers who don’t want to grunt anymore; to millenials who like their hipness and tech and who also don’t want to grunt; to former drivers who for one reason or another have lost the right to drive, or who just can’t afford a car; and to Green people who want to be one less car. The scary thing is motors + fat bikes + trail access.

Positioning eMotorbikes as just another kind of bicycle avoids licensing, registration, more costs, a long wait at the DMV… and allows them on bike lanes and multi-use paths and trails in your local open space that still allow bicycles. Does it not matter that there’s a motor?

eMotorbikes can be a blessing for some people, can replace cars on the road, but I bet they’re replacing more bikes than cars. When they do, GREAT! But the question is: at what point does a bicycle stop being a bicycle? How loosely do you define bicycle? An airplane isn’t the world’s best glider. Reel mowers and power mowers are both lawn mowers. Draw your own line, but to me, a motor on a bicycle makes it a motorcycle.

This is my bike. It can go anywhere, but stays close to earth.

Rivendell Bicycle Works is a bicycley bicycle company, which means we make the kind powered by muscles and gravity. We aren’t going to sell “bicycles” with motors. Maybe it’ll be to our doom, but we just like the simple, refined, nearly perfect pedal bike. It’s the best thing ever developed or that ever will be, even though sometimes it makes you tired and sweaty and even though it’s not always a joy. If an eMotorbike takes the place of a car, it’s doing less damage. When it takes the place of a bicycle, it does more. A bicycle, even when ridden by a world-class farter (eater of mung beans, sprouts, and cabbage) pollutes much less. In 2017 with another monster hurricane heading towards Florida, pedal-bicycles are something to celebrate, aren’t they?

It’s Your Love That Brings Me Home

Sequel to my fic Wake Me Up When September Ends

I’m so excited to be posting this sequel! It’s still a work in progress, I’ll be posting chapter by chapter but I just couldn’t wait until I was finished! If you like the first one, I hope you enjoy this too!

Summary: Fourteen years ago, Jared and Jensen survived the worst tragedy in recent American history. They went through a long road to finally reach the light at the end of the tunnel, and even though their lives have ups and downs, they can say they’re truly happy, especially because they have each other.

But just when they’re starting to think about taking the next step, life puts them to the test again. Jensen receives news that makes his whole world collapse, and once again an impossible decision has to be made.

In the past, Jensen helped Jared overcome the hardest challenge in his life. Now Jared needs to channel that inner strength he gained more than ever so he can do the same for Jensen.

Happy Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!

In celebration of Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day I’ve compiled a small list of authors/stories I’m currently subscribed to on AO3. This is not all of it, cause my list is long, but in honor of today I thought I’d share at least some of my subscriptions.

Author subscriptions:

Applesith - @red-applesith who’s work Riders on the storm is one of my favs. I just feel like this is A+ character portrayal, also nice smut. I really need to find time to read We will always have Paris. I’ve heard good stuff about it.

Diasterisms - @kylorenvevo Your stories i saw you in the wild and morning in the burned house were the ones that drew me in and I’ve been living happily in this land ever since.

momo_official - @judaas Obviously your Dear Porcupine is the best soulmate/modern day AU ever written. Or at least the best that I’ve read, and I’ve read quite a few.

nightsofreylo - @nightsofreyloI follow you for Whom Hades Siezed, but I also have a huge weak spot for The girl in terminal B

TehanuFromEarthsea - @tehanufromearthsea Every story I read from you just gets better than the last one, and I suspect that has something to do with the absolutely massive word count you’re able to churn out over a short space of time. They say quantity leads to quality. I dare say you’ve also taught me quite a bit about my own writing, so thanks for that. Your latest story When the Sun Shines More Years than Fear had me shedding a couple of tears at one point, and that doesn’t happen often.

Story subscriptions:

Currently discontinued fic are marked *. I’m listing them here in case some of the authors find it in their heart to continue these stories with a little encouragement.

Crossroads by nymja. This one actually looked as if it had been discontinued for a while, but the last chapters of the second part of the series is finally out now and the author has started on part three! :D

*The Purest Place in the Galaxy by ClockworkCourier. Rey and Kylo get stuck together on Dagobah. There’s Force ghosts, fighting and change of hearts. What more can you ask for? I’ve been waiting a long time for a new chapter.

Under skies you could drown by Avdal. This is one that blurs the line between creepy Kylo and just straight up clueless Kylo. It’s hard for Rey to tell what’s going on with this guy. And who are these people following them? Road trip AU with a twist.

*you got some kind of nerve, taking all that i want by silverhedges aka @acefinnskywalker. This concept got me really excited, and the writing is superb! But if you can’t stand to read stories that haven’t been updated in a while please have a go at i see you, you see me, differently which is finished. It was one of the first stories I read in this fandom and it’s funny and sweet.

Shout out to all the other Reylo authors out there. Between all my other hobbies and writing my own stories, I rarely find time to go looking for new fic, which is a great source of sadness for me as I know just how talented this fandom is. You guys are great!

Originally posted by smolrogue

Anastasia (1997) Lyric Meme
  • "Since the revolution, our lives have been so gray."
  • "Thank goodness for the rumors that get us through the day."
  • "Have you heard what they're saying on the street?"
  • "It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery!"
  • "It's a rumor that's part of our history."
  • "It could be worth a fortune if it belonged to her."
  • "You and I, friend, will go down in history."
  • "Who else could pull it off but you and me?"
  • ""I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me."
  • "When the royals betrayed me they made a mistake."
  • "In the dark of the night, evil will find her."
  • "Revenge will be sweet when the curse is complete."
  • "I can feel that my powers are slowly returning."
  • "In the dark of the night, terror comes true."
  • "Figures dancing gracefully across my memory."
  • "Things my heart use to know, things it yearns to remember."
  • "Heart, don't fail me now. Courage, don't desert me."
  • "People always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear."
  • "Somewhere down this road, I know someone's waiting."
  • "Years of dreams just can't be wrong."
  • "Home, love, family. There was once a tine I must've had them too."
  • "I will never be complete until I find you."
  • "Let this road be mine, let it lead me to my past."
  • "You were born in a palace by the sea."
  • "Was I wild?"
  • "Imagine how it was, your long forgotten past."
  • "We've lots and lots to teach you and the time is going fast."
  • "Do not walk but try to float."
  • "If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it."
  • "Paris holds the key to your heart."
  • "Paris holds the key to l'amour."
  • "No more pretend, you'll be gone that's the end."
  • "She's radiant and confident and born to take the chance."
  • "I taught her all. I planned it well. I just forgot romance."
  • "We were strangers starting out on a journey, never dreaming what we'd have to go through."
  • "I'm suddenly starting at the beginning with you."
  • "When I lost hope you were there to remind me."
  • "Life is a road and I want to keep going."
  • "I'll be there when the world stops turning."
  • "In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you."
  • "Here we stand, unafraid of the future."

anonymous asked:

First of all, I LOVE all of the pregnancy prompts you guys have written. Second of all, when you have time, can you pls write some pregnancy angst? Like, pre serum!steve or even post serum steve being bed ridden or smth during his pregnancy and bucky's afraid for him and blames himself for putting his stevie in this position. Thank you!! You guys do the lord's work :)) <3

I went with post-serum Steve and post WS Bucky, so I hope you enjoy! And all my fics seem to take place in some kind of alternate timeline where Bucky and Steve were reunited directly after CATWS, so AoU and CACW never happened…so that’s when this takes place XD -Jenna

Keep reading

Zodiac Signs As I Know Them

Aries: Tall, obnoxiously loud, always having a new girlfriend/boyfriend, calls you a “little bitch” because you broke up, bright, not too emotionally smart, makes bad decisions, stubborn, great smile, Slytherin/Gryffindor.

Taurus: Dad jokes, explains what Ariana Grande’s song lyrics are about to me (specifically “Side to Side”), happy, frugal, cheap eats guides are their best friends, loves K-Pop, sunshiny, cute, hyper, don’t let them drink caffeine, duck tales, dickies and docs, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.

Gemini: The sweetest bean to exist, friendly, has a tendency to shut themselves off when they’re sad, little drummer boy (Buddy Rich is an icon), loving friends, they give the best hugs on the planet, loves YTPs (specifically for Les Mis), puns galore and doesn’t feel they deserve to get a high five afterwards, makes amazing sugar cookies with peppermint, close to his mother and father, porkpie hats and scarves, Hufflepuff/Slytherin.

Cancer: Tumblr trash, glitter, copic markers, amateur artist, really likes Tim Burton and Jhonen Vasquez’s work and will become jealous when you bring up the fact that both of them are Virgos, watercolours, black mesh and anime buns, hot chocolate, tea, irrational hate of coffee, instagram stories, cute laughs, good times, swimming at their birthday parties, dark horse comics, INTJ, modern dance, doesn’t want to be mistaken for their twin but understands, writing poetry in a cafe during winter break, sweet bean, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.

Leo: Puns, walks into class during a test yelling “It’s ya boiii!” then walks to his seat in shame, works at Trader Joe’s part time, media tastes very frequently, nerdy memelord, Dungeons and Dragons, looks immensely more attractive with bangs than without, gives the literal best advice, makes good food, believes that “no mistakes should be regretted, they are only lessons to be learned from”, total Hufflepuff, went to Catholic school and came out Atheist.

Virgo: Has the best cheekbones, identifies as a Capricorn because it’s their dominant sign in their chart, hogwarts scarves, a legume with extra leg, kissing your crush at 1 am, likes makeup a lot, does full IB, choir kid, theatre kid, legitimate goals, everyone wants to be them, stressed out, great hugs, they might seem intimidating at first but once you know them they’re a huge freaking nerd, shows you memes on tumblr, wants to read the whole book of Les Misérables, so talented and the best friend you could ever ask for, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.

Libra: Super gay, sunflowers, flower crowns, blue hair that’s shaved underneath, naturally curly, low-key meme trash, the most adorable little ace, please go out with me, best friend ever, the kindest bean, self doubts, is an amazing person, worries a lot about what others think, crushes on people and doesn’t know why, eating cookies, loves sweets, flannels, can’t pull off snap backs to save their life, Hufflepuff by nature, INFP “The Dreamer”, has a vocal coach, does Speech and Debate, just wants someone to love (but not just anyone), an adorable collection of paradoxes, panic at the disco and the rest of the holy emo trinity, still identifies as an Emo kid.

Scorpio: Severe, pointed nails, all black wardrobe all day everyday for the past 3 years, combat boots, Victorian jewellery, copper coloured hair, perfect catholic school girl cursive handwriting, ran away from home at 17 and didn’t look back, Tom Waits, country folk music, but loves “her raps”, Slytherin af, can’t play any instruments but is an amazing singer, family music nights, sex jokes about your stepdad at the dinner table, makes the best lasagna known to man, disassociating.

Sagittarius: Best Friend from years ago, I’ve known them as long as I can remember, truly a great friend, Lou Reed and John Lennon, is still friends with the same people he went to elementary school with, squad goals, getting high and sitting in the middle of the road listening to The Beatles, staying up till one buying fur coats off amazon and chugging caffeine while listening to music from the seventies, not huge on Kendrick Lamar till you show him “King Kunta”, got legitimately voted “Most Likely to be a Couple’s Therapist” in 8th grade, drinks alone.

Capricorn: Pieces of shit. I’ve not met a Capricorn Sun who didn’t rub me the wrong way or do me wrong.

Aquarius: Slightly problematic friend, lil’ intense, sweetest bean, will be your papa, gives you a blanket for Christmas, ride or die bitch, doesn’t know how to use the broiler but loves to bake, once set a Meringue on fire, but soon figured out what they did wrong, Slytherin/Hufflepuff, immensely loyal but sneaky af, Urinetown trash, choir Boi, theatre nerd, dream roles include Bobby Strong and Grantaire (Les Mis) but ended up playing Combeferre in our production of Les Mis, will go to see The Conjuring 2.

Pisces: Pretty Boy Memelord, asks you why you’re buying clothes at the soup store, loves Steven universe, plays ukulele, adventure time, would so be Marshall Lee the Vampire King, extroverted, best queer ally ever, stubborn, good kisser, filthy frank is an icon, loves to patronise and tease you, says he loves you because he really does, Franklin trash, bass singer, wears a suit often and looks damned good when he does.

boyfriend ! seungcheol

basically what s.coups would be like as a boyfriend…


  • he might be the oldest but oh my god it literally took him like ten thousand years to get the courage to ask you out
  • obviously, he consulted jeonghan about how to ask you out because he seemed to be the one with the most rational ideas 
  • “You should get them flowers and tell them that they’re the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.” 
  • when he went to the flower shop he couldn’t decide which flowers you would like the most so he literally just got you one of each. 
  • once he asked you and you (obviously) accepted, he could not stop smiling like a fool for the next week and the boys would tease him about it
  • dating him means adopting twelve lil babies 
  • no seriously, count on dino calling you mom/dad and changing both Seungcheol’s and your name on his phone from S.Coups and Hyung/Noona to Mom/Dad and Papa S.coups
  • “babe, put a jacket on, I don’t want you getting a cold or anything” “Seungcheol, it’s like 80 degrees—“ “yOU’LL CATCH A COLD” 
  • he’s going to be so protective of you and will always have an arm around your waist just so people know that you’re his 
  • you get texts from him 92834238 times a day because he updates you on how the boys are doing as well as making sure that you’ve eaten something or at least drank some water 
  • his favorite thing is holding your hand in his because he’d never tell you but he thinks that the fact that your hands are so much smaller that his is the cutest thing in the world
  • diMPLES. DIMPLES. DIMPLES. DIMPLES. 
  • “you can’t just use the dimples against me, seungcheol” but you literally fall for them always so 
  • his phone background is a picture of you holding up the Hide version of Boys Be and smiling really wide that he took the first time you listened to the album and were super excited
  • sometimes when he messes up on stage he goes home and sits in front of you on the bed with his forehead resting on your shoulder and he doesn’t say anything while you run your fingers through his hair soothingly and remind him that he’s a great leader and everyone makes mistakes so he shouldn’t beat himself up about it
  • he’s honestly so thankful to have you in his life and he reminds you whenever it’s really late at night and you two are just cuddling
  • he makes dad jokes and it’s so cringe-y and you loVe hate it so much 
  • poking his dimples to get his attention
  • sometimes he just likes when you get flustered so he’ll come up behind you and press little kisses from your shoulder up your neck and to your cheek and just walk away after that so you’re just like seungcheol!!!! 
  • you’re pretty much his good luck charm so he’ll bring you along with him if they have a really big event to perform at but if you’re unable to go he’ll ask you to watch the live broadcast or he’ll call you before going on stage to calm his pre-performance jitters
  • he’ll call you baby girl/boy or princess/prince
  • he absolutely loves holding your hand, especially when you two are walking down the street
  • sometimes when you two are just sitting together watching tv and not really saying anything, he’ll squeeze your hand gently just to remind you that he’s right there beside you
  • you two have cute couple shirts that jeonghan got you for your hundredth day anniversary
  • “no seungcheol, jeonghan can’t come with us on our date” “bUt—“ “nO” 
  • he likes taking pictures of pretty trees or places that he visits with the boys and he has a special album on his camera roll that’s filled with different pictures of pretty places that he sends you with the caption “I’ll take you there someday” 
  • he’s really cheesy sometimes and the boys tease him to death about that 
  • he actually loves when you update him on your day and send him selfies of you doing something that you think he would like to do 
  • he’s going to be your biggest supporter and doesn’t mind staying up at night hearing you rant about an assignment you really don’t want to do 
  • always reminds you to do your homework, even when you two aren’t together
  • he was afraid that the rest of the boys wouldn’t warm up to you as fast as he did but there was literally nothing to be afraid of because three minutes after walking through the door, most of the boys were calling you “Noona” or “Hyung” and Dino would not stop hugging you
  • absolutely adores your lips and loves leaving sweet pecks on them anywhere you are
  • whenever he comes home after being on the road for a long time he knows that you’ll be waiting for him in your living room no matter what time it is so as soon as he opens the door and sees you, he scoops you into his arms and kisses you deeply because jesus christ he missed you like hell
  • seungcheol’s kisses are always filled with emotion and he always holds you as close to him as he can because he’s afraid that you’ll leave him when you pull away
  • saying “I love you” was actually easier for him to do that he thought
  • you two had been together for almost three months already and he had a day off so the two of you were laying on his bed watching Disney movies together
  • you laughed at something on screen and smiled wide, not noticing the gaze seungcheol had on you and the big smile that tugged at his lips 
  • “I love you so much, you know that?” He whispered, smiling even wider when you answered “I know, I love you too” 
  • if you’re going out with some friends or family and you wear a cute or nice outfit, he gets flustered because oh my god you look so amazing
  • then again, he literally thinks you look amazing in anything you wear 
  • “seungcheol, stop staring at me like that” you’d say as a blush creeps up your cheeks. he’d bring you into his chest and press little kisses on your forehead, “but you look so cute”
  • forehead kisses, temple kisses, nose kisses, kisses, kisses, kISSES ALL THE TIME
  • no seriously, this kid would probably kiss every inch of your face if he got the chance
  • we always leaves a vase full of flowers for you when he has really busy schedules as well as one of his shirts and hoodies because he knows how much you like them
  • when you two have the dorm to yourselves you guys have rap battles which you somehow always end up winning???? 
  • he’s not the greatest at giving big gifts on birthdays or holidays but whenever he sees something small like a phone accessory or a keychain that reminds him of you he’ll buy it and set it on your nightstand for you to find when you wake up
  • he absolutely adores when you wear his jackets because you always pout about the sleeves being too long so he rolls them up for you and kisses your palms because oh my god you’re literally so precious???? how??? 
  • when he took you to meet his family he wasn’t as nervous as you thought he’d be because he had already gushed to his mother about how perfect you were so everyone already loved you so much 
  • sometimes the boys tease him because they say he’s so whipped by you and he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles because yeah he is but he’s so lucky to have you so who’s winning ???? 
  • honestly gives the best advice in the world? like he’s a total problem solver
  • makes you fire mixtapes for you to listen to when you’re on a road trip (aka songs that remind him of you but he won’t call them that because that’s sO cheesy) 
  • he’ll literally look at you the way he looks at jeonghan and you’ll be so lucky???? 
  • whenever he’s wearing a nice shirt with his hair pushed back to go on stage and he knows that you’ll get super flustered he’ll be extra sure to bite his lip a little bit more and wink at the camera every so often
  • he’s a huge tease and he knows it adIOS
  • you could literally not ask for a better boyfriend than seungcheol because he’s going to treasure you more than anything in the world oMg 

this was requested by: @unflame ! I hope you like it! 

other seventeen boyfriend!au’s: 

vernon || jeonghan