mostly because of their faces i suppose

here’s my lapis redesign! rationale for what i changed below:

  • lapis, unlike most other su characters, doesn’t really have a central “shape” to her design (garnet has squares, amethyst has circles, pearl has triangles, etc.). so, i chose teardrop shapes as the basis for this redesign. aside from the obvious drop shapes in her hairstyle, her “skirt” here makes a drop shape with her body, her body type is pear-shaped, and i gave her eyebrows (gems usually aren’t drawn with them) just so i could make them small, thick, and drop-shaped.
  • i changed her to a deeper, more saturated blue because her colors in the show don’t really look like an actual lapis stone? lapis stones are deep blue, while show!lapis is all teals and cyans, like the sea (which is nice in keeping with her water motif, but it doesn’t reflect what the stone looks like and it’s prone to becoming neon in brighter shots). also i added small gold parts because lapis stones often have golden flecks in them
  • (the gold freckles are in simple sets of three because i was trying to keep the design animatable. if this was to be animated, the golden flecks in her stone would not be drawn in shots further away from her)
  • her outfit is supposed to look like a two-piece swimsuit with a towel wrapped around her waist, but more stylized. i kept the diamond motifs on her clothes because i liked how they worked those in in the show.
  • her wings are less greenish because it looks better with the new color scheme. her eye shape, visible lips, and sharp teeth are mostly because i liked how they looked. i did keep her face shape and nose though.
  • fun fact: the mirror would a golden color instead of a silvery one in this version
  • it’s not shown here but i like the idea of her becoming melty when cracked (from the early storyboards). so. assume that.
The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt4

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2, 3

“Stop changing the channel.” Namjoon snapped. It had been a week and you still weren’t entirely used to living with a ghost. He looked normal (you just couldn’t touch him, and no one else could see him), but there was something about his presence that was different than other people–it was like part of you didn’t really think he was there. 

“Nope.” You said, clicking the remote again. You could never agree on what to watch, which was a constant cause of arguments so far. “You can watch whatever you want while I’m at work. But when I’m here, we watch what I want to.” 

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, and you knew the second you left the room he was going to switch it back to “Fast and Furious.” The fact that Namjoon could move objects as long as no one was watching was one of the things that had finally convinced you that he really was a ghost. 

A few days before, you had ignored him all day, only to walk into your bathroom to find the words ‘QUIT IGNORING ME” written in red on the mirror, your favorite lipstick ruined as a result. You had then given him a long talk about not touching other peoples stuff without asking, and informed him that lipstick was expensive.

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anonymous asked:

Who do you think is responsible for the censorship of sanvers, the writers or the CW? I'm inclined to believe it's the latter. I feel like this is probably standard practice for various networks with "family" shows, but I'm seeing a lot of anger directed towards the writers specifically, and I don't know if it is the most productive thing. Not that the writers shouldn't be criticized for other things.


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- his parents were expecting a boy. so naturally he was named jacques or jack. “bob, we can’t name [him] that! that’s a boy’s name!”
- it worked out in the end. he came out at 11 and, naturally, he was scared shitless. like…. wouldn’t anyone? however, both of his parents sort of shrugged it off as a no-big-deal thing. he supposed his dad had played or known players who were gay which isn’t that much different?
- at 13 when puberty set in so did dysphoria. every week he was poking and prodding his parents. all but begging to start testosterone, or do /something/ because he was /dying/. but they were scared. what if it wasn’t the right decision? what if he regretted it? what if they ruined his life and he hated them?
- at 14 they took a leap of faith and jack started on a low dose of testosterone. a very low dose. the changes wouldn’t be fast, but they’d happen eventually. and it helped everyone, in the long run. because it still gave jack the chance to ponder over whether he really wanted to go with hrt.
- he did. and when he went to samwell, he was kind of scared. everyone knew his face. everyone knew his father. did they know he was trans? would they care? he was nervous his first day. but no one seemed to bat an eye. either they knew and didn’t care, or they didn’t know and didn’t suspect.
- early on he developed the habit of showing up to practices early to avoid the locker rooms. he had already had top surgery but because he had top surgery, he did have faded scars and he was kind of scared that’d tip someone off or he’d be questioned, or some other shit. look… he had a reason to be paranoid as FUCK.
- so he shows up early. gets changed. and heads onto the ice. soon enough no one really questions it. it’s just jack being jack.
- on the ice, he’s just one of the guys. he isn’t trans or cis, gay or straight or bi. he’s just……… a guy who loves hockey and is there to have fun and win. and hopefully make something of himself. he’s there to make a name for himself and for people to know he’s not good bc he’s bad bob’s son - he’s /good/ because he’s practiced, trained, put in the time and effort. it’s all him.
- but anyway. things are going well. he’s great. he’s feeling great. bitty is improving his game. everything’s going great.
- then bitty - happy, cheerful /bitty/ - knocks on his door one night in a baggy sweatshirt (that swallowed him whole) and basketball shorts and he could tell bitty had been crying by how red his eyes were and because bitty wasn’t subtle about masking his sniffles.
- and his heart kind of broke. why was he crying? was everything okay? but he couldn’t really force the words “are you okay?” out of his mouth so instead he simply gestured for bitty to come in and bitty kind of just plopped at the end of his bed in a ball.
- and jack just kind of stared at this tiny man curled up on his bed, not really sure what to do. did he pat him on the back? ask what was wrong? hug him? what? there wasn’t really a captain’s guide on what to do when one of your teammates wakes you up at one am crying.
- so jack just kind of stand awkwardly in his room, waiting for bitty to say something. but he doesn’t. and he finds it increasingly awkward. “bitty?” there’s a slight movement and bitty uncurls to stare at him with his red, tear-filled eyes. “uh, what’s wrong?”
- listen. he wished there was a guide for this sort of situation. but there wasn’t. someone should write one. though he probably would be the only buyer. but then again. you’d be surprised.
- his voice shook when he responded. “i just……. i can’t stop replaying this situation over in my head. over and over again and.” he broke off, curling back in on himself.
- jack stared for a minute before moving to sit on the center of the bed, pulling the “human ball” into his lap. “what happened?”
- bitty took several minutes to respond, instead chewing on his sleeve as he tried to spit it out. afraid to. “this guy said i played like a girl.” he flinched when he got the words out, afraid of how jack would react. it was silly, right?
- “wait… someone on our team?” he could feel his entire body tensing up - he had never heard a single comment from the boys. maybe he just overlooked it? or maybe they said it behind his back? his paranoia took over slightly as he went through a mental list of their teammates, thinking of who could have said that.
- “no no no. just….. a guy in one of my classes who watches our games.” bitty curled in tighter on himself, burying his face in his lap.
- jack chewed on his bottom lap, choosing not to respond because he didn’t know how. he instead started playing with bitty’s hair to distract himself and, he supposed, to comfort bitty. but mostly to comfort himself bc he liked the texture and bitty’s hair was soft and silky.
- “i can talk to him” he blurted out. and by “talk to” he definitely meant fight him.
- “no don’t do that.” bitty rushed out. “i don’t want him to know i told anyone.”
- jack frowned, grinding his teeth together (yes he knew he shouldn’t but shh). “what do you want me to do bitty?”
- “nothing. i just had to tell someone.”
- why me? he thought but didn’t say it. “bitty?”
- “yes jack?”
- “i’m, uh, i’m trans.”
- “me too.”
- jack smiled slightly, “bitty?”
- “yes jack?”
- “do you need anything else?”
- “can i sleep in here?”
- jack frowned. “if you sleep on the floor.”
- “okay.”
- “bitty i’m joking. you can sleep up here. but no cuddling.”
- “no promises. i’m a natural-born cuddler.”
- jack watched as bitty hopped to the top of the bed and made himself comfortable on the right side of jack’s bed (also he stole one of jack’s pillows). rolling his eyes, jack crawled into the space beside him.
- from there on, their relationship just got better. he supposed confiding in each other about their trans status really helped.
- they ended up dating. jack ended up playing for the falconers. bitty ended up becoming a sports writer. they have a complicated schedule but they make the relationship work. jack helps bitty save for top surgery. things end well.

~will make this into an actual fic later~

Short Announcement and HC

How about the RFA reacting to a bitter MC since the RFA once remarked that they’re not trustworthy and MC took it to heart? And then the RFA attempts to win them over? I need the angst and fluff.

Hey everybody! Uh, sorry for the disappearance hehe… well, Admin Mazz and I had things to deal with in school, and I hope you can all understand that it can take a while to get back on track when it comes to grades! (The only reason why we were gone) We really didn’t plan on disappearing for so long… We really do mean it when we say sorry! And, I’m apologizing on Admin Mazz’s behalf, due to the fact that she felt too overwhelmed to continue writing for the blog, especially because she feels she can’t keep up with school and the blog simultaniously. She’s not gone forever, though! Don’t worry! She’ll be there to type the NSFW stuff, since I’m only here for the fluff ^w^ But! I hope you guys won’t mind me taking over the blog a little bit! It’s good to be back everybody! I’m planning on posting a HC or scenario once a day! Enjoy, Anon, and sorry it took so long! :D ~Admin Lily


  • Jaehee really didn’t mean any harm this angel is so precious and would never try to hurt someone’s feelings on purpose
  • But, she didn’t know MC at the time, so she said something that might have been unnecessary
  • MC just was trying to get to know Jaehee who wouldn’t want to get to know her?
  • “Hm, I don’t think I should tell you anymore about myself too much. You aren’t exactly trustworthy.”
  • Poor, sensitive MC untrustworthy?!
  • Well it’s not like she can trust you either, Jaehee! Don’t hate me for this angel it was requested
  • “Sorry for trying to be friendly.” She’d say coldly
  • First impressions are important people
  • Jaehee is so disappointed to see MC getting along with literally everyone else except her later
  • All because MC took her caution to heart
  • Jaehee tries to make amends
  • “Hey, MC! Been awhile since we talked, just us”
  • “There are reasons why” forgive her, MC she means well I promise
  • Jaehee would apologize for what she said, explaining how she “didn’t mean to hurt MC or offend her in any way”
  • She’s also explains that when they first met, she wanted to protect herself just in case
  • But, now she would like a second chance at being her friend because she sees how kind and genuine she truly is
  • Atta girl Jaehee how can she not love you
  • Well, Jaehee’s MC is easily moved by her persistence and kind words
  • And, after she’s been apologized to, MC forgives her pretty easily
  • Not best friends right away, but
  • Friends all the same


  • Yoosung is very trusting, so of course Mama Baehee Jaehee warned him of the dangers of a hacker, like MC, while MC tried to explain herself and he immediately became terrified
  • What evil plot could this girl be forming?!?!?!?
  • “Wat do yoy want!1??!” He’d ask, complete with spelling errors and all
  • MC continued to try and explain her situation, but Yoosung didn’t believe a word
  • Jaehee’s thinkin “this is what I get for trying”
  • Whenever someone would talk to MC, Yoosung would say “careful” or “watch out”
  • Of course, not being trusted and having things go against Yoosung’s MC would make her feel stressed, irritated, and frankly just hurt
  • She didn’t mean to get here, but here she was
  • Finally, things calmed down, but Yoosung, now paranoid, continuously called MC “untrustworthy” and told her “not to do anything bad becuz I got my eye on u”
  • my not-so macho man <3
  • MC shows her true self to everyone else, staying away from Yoosung to try and avoid conflict
  • He did think she was evil after all, and that hurt her a lot
  • Yoosung began to feel guilty when Jaehee started to tell Yoosung to tone things down
  • “She seems safe now. She seems nice and sweet, so go easy on her, okay?”
  • Maybe he overeacted
  • “maybe”, Yoosung?
  • He’d apologize for being so paranoid and ask if he could try again
  • MC, being understanding and sweet, she accepted his apology and agreed like how can she not forgive him he’s precious
  • But, she’d bring it up to tease him a lot
  • “Watch out, Yoosung! We both know I’m not trustworthy.”
  • “You’re still mad at me for that;;;;”


  • Well, of course, Zen’s a lonely little sinnamon roll
  • So, if he had known MC was a girl, maybe he wouldn’t have been as mean
  • When MC was trying to explain her situation, Zen wouldn’t have anything to do with her
  • “He must be a stalker or a hacker! He can’t be trusted! What do you really want?!? How did you get here???”
  • MC’s obviously an angel innocent and didn’t do anything wrong, so she immediately becomes frustrated, trying to defend herself
  • When Seven texts, “itsagirl” the tables turn
  • Nice goin there pal
  • “Oh… a girl?”
  • “Yes,” MC would send bitterly, “I am, and I’m no stalker or hacker!”
  • Of course, everything’s just a big misunderstanding, but Zen’s MC holds grudges
  • Once she joins the RFA, she literally ignores Zen’s messages all together and it lasts for a while
  • Everyone gets to know MC better except Zen
  • Especially Trust-Fund kid
  • Trust-Fund kid gets to talk to the cute girl, but he doesn’t
  • Like, no he won’t let that happen
  • He finally has had enough of it: “MC, you can’t ignore me forever! I’m apart of the RFA, just like you! Please, give me a chance;; I’m really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, princess! I promise!;;;”
  • MC tries so hard to stay mad but he sends a selfie of himself pouting
  • Of course, he’s too handsome to turn down
  • “Fine!” MC would say, “but, just because you’re handsome, doesn’t mean you can insult me willy-nilly! Don’t call me princess either”
  • “Yes, ma’am ;)”


  • Okay, for being raised in a rich family, Jumin has bad manners
  • I’m not talking about table manners
  • I mean he has no filter
  • Like not even joking
  • Of course, he’s literally the most suspicious out of all of them since MC really wasn’t supposed to be there
  • Zen and Yoosung being adorable: “IT’S A GIRL??”
  • “Stop it, you too. Just because she’s a girl doesn’t mean she’s not here for malicious intend. She can’t be trusted.”
  • Um excuse me?
  • “But, I just saw this app in the App Store,” MC would try to defend herself, “and some guy led me to this apartment”
  • Jumin’s MC is literally afraid of almost nothing so she’s ready to fight if she has to
  • “You don’t even know me, I’m trying to tell you what happened!” MC would continue to say, “maybe I’ll just go”
  • The others Zen and Yoosung immediately went against her leaving because they needed to get things figured out like how she got there and what to do about it
  • She was in Rika’s apartment after all
  • Things eventually get sorted out, but when Jumin offered for her to join, she literally just replied, “not if you’re asking, trust-fund kid.”
  • MC ain’t scared of nothing you don’t openly insult someone like Jumin unless you aren’t afraid to die
  • Jumin’s shocked. No one has ever talked to him like that
  • “Well,” MC would continue, “I was told I was ‘untrustworthy’ and ‘malicious’. Maybe, I would make you feel unsafe if I joined
  • Goin straight for the ego
  • “Well, we don’t need you here. I know I’d be perfectly safe where I am because of my guards.”
  • “Aww, you need guard to protect you, Prince Charming? That’s cute”
  • Jumin’s talking to V like “I don’t think this is worth it”
  • V’s like “no, Jumin, she’s joining”
  • “…Look, I’m willing to apologize for my harsh words, but only for V because I trust his judgement.”
  • “Well,” MC would tease, “seems mostly genuine. Because I like your face, and I like everyone else here, I’ll forgive you and join.”
  • Um, okay? She’s strange Don’t lie Jumin you think she’s pretty cool
  • And, of course, he’ll have to admit later that she’s pretty amazing


  • Seven isn’t supposed to trust anyone like
  • He’s agent 707, Defender of Justice, after all, he has to always be on guard
  • He immediately becomes interested in MC, due to the fact that he had no idea how she was there in the first place
  • she must’ve been a really good hacker
  • “Hang on, I’ll track the IP…Huh? Rika’s house??”
  • Of course, MC was already suspicious for being in the chat, but to be in Rika’s apartment…
  • “Careful, guys, this person could be really bad!”
  • “Exsqueeze me?” MC would type, scoffing, “I’m not bad! It’s not like I wanted to be here tomato head! I’m just lost after this guy led me here”
  • Of course, Seven finds his way to your info and immediately he’s blushing MC is gorgeous how could he not
  • “youractuallycutelololol”
  • Finally, things get sorted out and Seven apologizes for jumping on her so fast, “guess you weren’t so bad, huh? Well, I’m 707, but you can call me Seven~! Guess we’re gonna be buddies now, right? ;D” he’d ask hopefully
  • Not gettin’ off the hook that easy bud
  • MC just responds, taking out her anger in her own unique way “hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but I don’t like your emoji… more maybe?”
  • He thinks it’s cute “Lololol”
  • “Who types ‘lololol’? That’s literally “laughing out loudoutloudoutloud… that’s like me saying rolling over fastoverfastoverfast…”
  • “;;;; I like my lololol! Everyone likes my lololol” she insulted the Lolol?! He thought this was true love?!
  • “But I don’t like you so I don’t like your lololol”
  • But he loves her already he has to win her over
  • Seriously, though, MC doesn’t really care, she gets it, but she’s just stubborn so she teases him for a while before finally giving in
  • ten puns later
  • “You’re cute, so I’ll give you a second chance”
  • Seven’s just like O////O huh?? Okay…
Arrow 5x17 - “Kapiushon” What we know What we hope

What we know

Extended promo


THE BREAKING POINT — Prometheus (Josh Segarra) goes to great lengths to break Oliver (Stephen Amell). Meanwhile, in the flashbacks, Anatoly (guest star David Nykl) becomes worried about Oliver’s increasingly violent tendencies, which come to a head in a brutal confrontation.

Promo stills

Cast from IMDB

But there an added tidbit on the Stunts list Note: it could be some mistake

So Ms Madison McLaughlin aka Evelyn aka Artemis is going to appear too. Even if she’s not listed on the cast. The fact is confirmed by Marc Guggenheim himself on his Twitter answering a fan who asks when Evelyn will be back he answers “Next week”, adding to that Madison was spotted in Vancouver around the time they were filming either 5x17 or 5x18, so it all fits.


Brian Ford Sullivan & Emilio Ortega Aldrich

They did the Teleplay for 3x21 “Al Sah-him” 

Originally posted by bridget-malfoy-stilinski-hale

They wrote 4x11 “A.W.O.L.” 

Originally posted by ekbfield

I think I see a pattern here, they do dark, both Dark Oliver and Dark Felicity. They also seem to be the ones loving to torture both Oliver and Felicity (I am considering that Felicity was torturing herself in 4x11).

What we expect

After 5x16 promo that focused on things that turned out to be mostly irrelevant to the episode I’m a bit weary as to what is shown in the promo but I will take it at face value with a grain of salt.

There appears to be a clear divide between the stills and the promo. The stills are all from Flashbacks. It’s exciting to see Kovar back (should I say Dolph Lundgren back), the woman may be Taiana’s mother. She’s not listed on IMBD Cast so she could be someone else, but Taiana’s mother makes sense as Oliver is supposed to have come to Russia because of a promise he made to her (Did you forget? Don’t worry I almost did too).

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Apart from this, it looks like Oliver in Flashbacks really is committing himself almost exclusively to The Hood (Kapiushon) and his violent ways, enough to worry Anatoly. And that should be alarming in itself as Anatoly is a violent man himself, he is a Bratva Captain after all.

I do not know if this is the episode where Oliver kills Kovar but from the Synopsis and the stills there’s going to be a serious fight between Oliver and Kovar/Kovar’s team. I’m hoping for epic. I’m hoping for an Anatoly surprised and worried about his friend tackling such a powerful foe.

Originally posted by olivergifs

Meanwhile the Promo is almost all about current time. Oliver is chained, being tortured by Prometheus. He still doesn’t know what Prometheus wants from him… or maybe he does and doesn’t believe it. Prometheus just wants Oliver to suffer it seems, but his game is not really about physical pain but rather psychological. Keeping Oliver in the dark, away from the world, with a mind weakened by torture, probably lack of sleep and you can create a all World of pain inside anyone’s brain. Maybe he really just wants Oliver be a Monster, just like Adrian himself? Maybe that’s it?

Originally posted by gameraboy

We know how CW and Arrow PR work, the episodes are more about what they don’t show on promos and stills than what they show. Let’s see a couple of things they don’t show in the promos and stills for 5x17:

- Team Arrow

Originally posted by 1-crazy-dreamer

- Felicity Smoak

Originally posted by dailyflarrowgifs

- Artemis

Originally posted by dailydcgifs

- Talia

Originally posted by arrowsource

Based on what I can foresee / venture a guess happening on this episode from all of the above I’m expecting:

- Team Arrow to be trying to find Oliver. Adrian is with Oliver dressed as DA which probably means he’s still doing his day job, giving the team some hope of being able to at least track him, while they wait on Felicity’s info. Sure Adrian will be expecting that to happen, he may even be using it to taunt Oliver; it will be fun to watch;

Originally posted by agaliope

- Felicity Smoak doing a really bad, illegal, immoral, criminal thing for Helix to get information on Oliver. Information I’m guessing is at least known by Adrian that is going to be expecting the Team. The writers did Dark Felicity, I’m excited to know that they are the ones writing the Felicity drop into Darkness too, still…

Originally posted by sassy-beluga

- Artemis. There are two ways this could go, one good for Oliver the other bad. Being that Madison needs a stunt double I’m almost certain she will be fighting, either fighting the Team or fighting Prometheus. I’m hoping she’s somewhere where she watched the news and found out Prometheus is worse that The Hood, and comes to redeem herself by helping the Team. But that’s me going along with hope on something that could easily be the other way around, as far as we know she can even be Talia new student.

Originally posted by solarmechanic

-Talia. Lexa is listed and she only gets listed when she does appear on the episode, so she will be there, question is when. She could appear on flashbacks or on present time. I’m thinking present time because she hasn’t show in Flashbacks for at least 2 episodes now but she could. In current time I know what I would like, I would like to see her walk into Helix. Felicity never met her, so if no one says her name Felicity won’t have a clue as to who she is and she could be there to watch Felicity take the last step into darkness, like Adrian is making Oliver return into his own darkness.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Random thoughts

I’m hoping for a very interesting episode not only because of… well… you know… reasons.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

   but for the psychological warfare between Adrian and Oliver. 

Originally posted by queensarrow

I know the torture is going to be bad, Oliver found his evil twin of sorts, but the acting is going to be epic.

Felicity is going to give the Team enough for them to save Oliver. Oh how I wish to see them hug when they finally get together again

Originally posted by olicitytroop

but maybe we will get Oliver in the Hospital with EWR by his side, she’s still his girlfriend after all (humm… not vomiting as much as I was before, it’s probably the expectation of the door kicking EWR butt on her way out).

Originally posted by penultimxte

Felicity will know she’s in deep trouble. I wish she would talk to Oliver about it but I’m guessing she’s not. First and foremost she will care about the fact Oliver is alright, or at least, out of Prometheus clutches and torture; second she knows it will hurt him, she knows he will blame himself when it was her choice, she’s a grown woman (like she told Curtis) and she made a choice. 

I’ll just be here…

Originally posted by gurl

Even if I do enjoy the view I don’t think I am ready for watching Oliver being tortured nor Felicity sacrificing herself. Plotwise it’s interesting, as an Arrow fan this is great, but my heart… oh my heart…

Originally posted by lalaaesthetic

I know they will be okay but I’m guessing I was wrong for all this time, they pushed up the time scale, this episode seems to have all the makings of 3x21 (even the writers/teleplay writers), just like 5x16 ended up shadowing 3x20, with a great (even if muted) Olicity scene and Oliver being taken away from everyone leaving Felicity willing to risk everything to get him back.

If my reasoning is correct that may mean we will have a 3x23 earlier than 5x23 and that gives me hope

Originally posted by lyricalarrow

Note: I got a request to post this earlier this time. For the ones use to get it on Monday I will repost then.

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Leading Suspects: Chapter 26

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25

I stop my car two miles out of town and climb out to pace up and down, shaking my hands at my sides and trying to pluck up my courage. I’ve had five hours of driving to think about what I’m going to say to him. All night long when I couldn’t sleep. Several hours last night of wine drinking and packing and two very drunk and unhelpful friends who suggested everything from grovelling to serenading him to Jo’s plan of just stripping naked in front of him. Why am I friends with them again?

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BTS reaction to being hit on by a guy

Requested by @hobiwonkenobi01

I know this is late and I apologize but work has been whopping my butt. I dont get the time to post as much as I would like to. So I apologize. But I hope this is good and that you  like it :)


He would be totally taken aback, and shocked all at the same time. His ears would go red because that’s what happens when he gets embarrassed. He is polite guy so he would politely tell the guy that he had to leave because his friends must be looking for him. “Excuse me, it was nice to meet you but my friends are probably wondering where I am” with those words he would leave.

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Initially he would be a bit surprised but he would put his swag to use in the situation. He would take all the compliments he could. He might just be smug about it. “Yah look. I even got guys hitting on me. You guys don’t even have girls hitting on you” he would smirk at them.

Originally posted by yoongichii


This poor baby would be confused af. He would not know how to react and would be totally flustered. He would look around for someone to help him. His facial expression would say it all, although he would try to be polite about it. He would politely excuse himself because he is a literal angel that cannot think of hurting anyone, but he would laugh about the incident after he did compose himself.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle


He would react mostly like Suga. But he would also be initially shocked. He would take the compliments coming his way, and he would not make the situation awkward for himself. He would thank the other guy for their compliments and he would overall be mature about it.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


He will immediately do his little awkward laugh. He would want the hyungs to help him out because he wouldn’t know how to deal with being hit on, that too by a guy. I suppose he could charm his way out of the situation, but I imagine him just standing there with an awkward expression on his face.

Originally posted by cutebts


He would be outright oblivious to the fact that he was being hit on. He would just assume that the guy was being nice, because honestly everyone loves Kim Taehyung. He might just compliment back. But when one of the guys would make him aware that he was being hit on, he would immediately be surprised.

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie


Jungshook x100. This little bunny will be shook. He would be completely still with a shook expression plastered to his face. Girls talking to him sends him into a panic, let alone guys. The only exception to this would be if G-dragon hit on kookie. That would be a welcome occurrence for our little baby.

Originally posted by hoshikio

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Fathoms Below

Seafarers have been telling each other stories of monsters of the deep for as long as humanity has been crossing the waves.

Many of these tales can be written off as simply the wondrous work of the human imagination, failing that they could be the eyes of a tired sailor deceiving him or her, perhaps still just mistaken identity. Lord knows humans have coined some truly odd creatures due to mis-remembering appearance in the days before cameras.

Some, however, are true.

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Like how is a bisexual woman supposed to win when homophobia is blamed on us instead of homophobes (who are mostly, you know, not a part of the LGBT community)? How are we supposed to win when being attracted to men is seen as a character flaw? How are we supposed to win when lesbians refuse to even be around us because of our attraction to men, and then are shocked when most of us end up with men? I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do in order for people to see my love for women as true. I don’t understand how we can even begin to dismantle any levels of oppression that we face if we’re not good enough for our own community.

chaitea09  asked:

You were chased by the cops, got in my car, and yelled "DRIVE!" AU for Dorlen?

“Against All Odds” - Modern AU Pavellan

Dorian Pavus x Varlen Lavellan, approx 1800 words, most under the cut <3


Varlen yelped and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, his heartrate increasing at an almost identical rate as his car tore off down the street. Breathing hard, Varlen glanced across, eyes wide with panic. There was a man beside him, turned away, clearly intent on something out the window. Vaguely Varlen swore he could hear the sound of distant shouts; of sirens muted by the heavy brick of buildings. For a time, the stranger stayed pressed close to the glass, then abruptly turned, sinking low in the passenger seat. Varlen could feel his hands shaking as he gripped the wheel, palms slick with sweat.

“Please,” he said quietly, forcing himself to focus on the road, begging his voice not to tremble. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, just—”

“Turn here,” the man instructed sharply, cutting him off and gesturing to a street on the right. Varlen, shocked, obeyed with a panicked jerk of the wheel, tires skidding as he swung the car around the corner. The man made a noise of surprise beside him, his hand flying up to grip the handle above the door as the force of the turn shoved him to the left.

“Sorry - sorry!” Varlen said, then paused, mentally kicking himself. Why am I apologising to him? He’s not a passenger! He’s carjacking me!

“Quite all right,” the man replied shakily, righting himself in the seat. Again, he turned and glanced back out the passenger window, peering into the dark. “Although feel free to take it a mite slower next time. I’d hate to pull off such a daring escape only to find myself cast through a windshield.”

Varlen didn’t reply, his hands still shaking, eyes focused intently on the road in front. Don’t look at him. Don’t make him mad. This will be fine. YOU will be fine. Just… stay calm…

The man let out a quiet breath and turned back to face the front of the car. Varlen’s chest felt too tight - too small to hold all the air he needed for breathing. Was this really happening?! Why? He was a good person! He didn’t deserve–

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

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The Matchmakers - Part 8.

We took a while, but here you go! This is another part of a series I’m working with @mariamagica (go check her out if you haven’t, she’s amazing). 

This was actually written by her, but we decided that I should be the one posting it, so that things wouldn’t get too weird. 

More under the cut because it is quite long lol. 


Jumin Han: A photoshoot?

MC: Yes!

MC: We think it would be perfect to promote the RFA!

Jumin Han: Isn’t Zen more appropriate for this kind of thing?

MC: Oh, he will be there too!

ZEN: I will?

MC: Up and coming musical and executive director of C&R together on a flyer

MC: The two most influential members of the RFA!

MC: It’s bound to get people interested

ZEN: I’m blushing (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

ZEN: I don’t think I’m that popular yet, but okay

Jumin Han: I suppose if my agenda allows it.

Jaehee Kang: I’ve already scheduled it in for tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Han.

Jumin Han: That’s convenient.

MC: Great!

MC: I’ll be there as well to help coordinate

Jaehee Kang: See you all tomorrow.

- Jaehee Kang has logged out -

- MC has logged out -

ZEN: Wouldn’t it make more sense to get the entire RFA on the photo?

Jumin Han: Hmmm.


Practice took longer than expected. By the time he walked into the lounge room of RFA’s Headquarters, everyone was already there - MC, Jaehee, Jumin and a small camera crew busy setting up lighting and screens. The crew didn’t give Zen a chance to greet everyone, grabbing him and bringing him over to the ornate sofa, instructing him to sit down next to the executive. While Jumin wore his usual suit, handsome as always, he couldn’t even deny, he was only wearing his motorcycle outfit - he had hoped to change to something classier beforehand.

“You look fine, don’t worry.” Jumin whispered, startling him a little. Was he that obvious to read?

Bashfully, Zen scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks.” This earned him a small smile, making him do the same.

MC gave him a thumbs up while one woman moved them closer together and another made practice shots. Jumin’s leg brushed against his and he clutched the pillow next to him, trying to keep down a blush.

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Gif is mine

Could you write an imagine about giving LaSalle a lap dance after he gets off a long day of work? 

Requested by Anon~

“When you said you had a surprise, darlin’, I wasn’t expectin’ this.” Christopher smirked.

With a roll of your eyes, you placed both hands on his shoulders. “You know, you’re not supposed to talk.” You replied pointedly. “Just sit back and relax.”

Chris gave a small nod, the smirk never leaving his face. But you suspect he was smiling mostly because his hand was moving up your leg.

And he did look a little disappointed when you slapped it away. “Hands to yourself, Special Agent.” You slowly chastised. “I’ll let you know if I decide you can touch me.”

Pinwheels and Parachutes: Part 1

Drabble series sorta

Part one: Park Bench

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Bucky’s POV)

Notes: I really wanted to write something different, something that presented itself like an actual novel. I wanted a lot of description and poetic feel, basically as if Bucky where to write a book and pour his heart and soul into describing every detail to the finest thread. (Feed back is extremely appreciated and makes me beyond happy, as I am very proud of this but not sure how well it will be accepted.)

Summary: The rest of the team couldn’t quite understand who (y/n) is. She’s a silent, childlike woman. A strange person, who said nothing to no one, yet told them every story they wanted to hear. But there’s one thing they did know, she’s Bucky’s parachute.

Word count: 860

Warnings: none (slow burn but eventually its romantic)

Originally posted by hardiwb

(if anyone wants to make me a cover photo feel free)

As our lives progress, a rapidly growing feeling of obligation weighs upon our shoulders.

Stand tall, act normal, be polite.

Make sure your clothing stays subtle, don’t speak before you think.

Don’t be too loud, don’t look too excited, don’t feel too much.

And we weave them into our daily life like threads in blankets.

We are poised, we are normal, we are plain.

I knew I was a bit on the other side of this spectrum. A little too much gunpowder and way too much scruff. I’m the look that turns too sour, and the past that’s just too rough.

But I see the city dwellers. The walkers. The talkers. The people.

And they move like one large collective wave. They blend into one big blur. They talk like a single voice. They feel like no feeling at all.

And I don’t like it.

I want too, after the life I have lived, normal should be a yearning, a calling, a need. But its not, it brings no appeal, no push or pull of gravity. I do not orbit around it, and it does not orbit around me.

More than anything I try my best to drift away. I’m done with death, with murder with evil, but I still find no appeal in being like everyone else.

I thought that maybe I was the only one, sure people had their differences, people where interesting, and daring and fun. But from the naked eye they were all gray. I didn’t know them. I didn’t have to.

Then, there was a pinwheel.

She was a child, a women, an adult, but a child. She let her body guide her with all the carelessness and confidence as the wind. She was daring, but not dangerous, the kind of daring you imagined a drag queen would be.

A vibrancy that disrupted the color scheme of society.

She walked with a skip to her step, but one so imperfect it was like a stumble. She sat like a bean bag chair, and that sounds strange, but it was true. She plopped herself down where ever she deemed fit, and let her body relax and mold into whatever shape it wanted.

And that day she sat on a bench.

She wore clothes that where authentic to her. Things that screamed her personality without even stuttering. Ripped, cuffed blue jeans, and the strangest orange and white stripped shirt I had seen, one that had openings in the shoulders.

Her scuffed and worn black sneakers left untied and dangled from her folded feet on the bench. And on her right wrist, she wore three watches, all different colors.

And in her hands, sat a pinwheel. A multitude of spinning colors in nimble fingers. Catching the wind with a silent ‘whoosh’ and then slowing as it settled.

She was violently, radioactively, beautiful. But she wasn’t the kind from runway shows or magazines.

She was the kind of beautiful you could stare at all day and still not be able to draw perfectly. Her skin was not baby smooth or airbrushed, it held a certain blemished beauty to it. Her hair sat on her head like a natural flowing waterfall, and when it stopped, it stopped then scattered in twists and turns, and in no way formed a single straight line.

She would blow on the colorful plastic when the wind decided to stop giving, and it would spin again. It would spin and capture her pigment stained eyes and hold them there.

Then she would smile, and its as if she only knew of that one item. As if the dog that ran past her was a subject of wind, and the elderly man that sat beside her was a product of fallen leaves. For she did not see them, she saw no one, no thing, but that pinwheel. But I suppose it was the same for me, I saw no one else but her, and while she stared at her pinwheel I stared at someone just as mesmerizing as it.

Eventually it stopped spinning, it stilled but she didn’t blow gently on it. She lowered it from her face, sat up straighter, as she let one leg dangle off the bench, and locked eyes with me.

For a second I wanted to run. Because I had been staring so long im sure she felt it. I wanted to run, but mostly because she was now staring at me.

There was no smile, no nod, nor turn, nor frown. She merely stared, straightened her posture, fixed her legs, sat the pinwheel down, and got up.

And she left.

She walked away and didn’t look back.

That day I waited for her for two hours. It sounds extensive, and crazy, but I waited and watched the bench where the pinwheel sat. But she never returned.

It was odd. The way she once looked at that simple little object as if it held her soul, than left it on a lone park bench and never came back for it.

So when the evening came to a close, I walked over, picked up the colorful plastic toy, and went home.

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Out of the Frying Pan (4/?)

“What about pleading for you to get on set? Is that allowed?”

Emma made a noise in the back of her throat, tugging on her dress again self-consciously. “Look who doesn’t want to do this whole thing now,” she said, letting Ruby push her bodily towards the prep kitchen.

“Look who was spotted away from the group, flirting with Killian Jones. Again.”

“You promised you weren’t going to say a single word.”

“I’m a great, big, giant liar.”

AN: This is like 8.5K words of talking and quasi-flirting and I will never have any concept of word count ever. I am perpetually screaming from the rooftops over how fantastic @laurnorder is for her beta skillz and for general delightful-ness. 

As always, also up on Ao3 and tagg’ed up on Tumblr.

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AU Where Everything Is The Same Except They Kiss Instead Of Fist-bump After Stopping An Akuma

Based off this post: by @starrycove

Sorry for taking so long to write this, I got a great combination of spotty wifi and some writer’s block at my house.

Also can now be found on archive of our own:


It wasn’t supposed to become a tradition.

Both superheroes had been at least mentally ready for their first akuma battle. Physically? Teamwork-wise? Not at all.

A week before they became the superheroes of Paris, they had been normal teens, then the strange flying things showed up. They had explained everything, what they were, what they were going to fight, why they were chosen (ok, Tikki probably did a better job at this) they explained everything, except that there was another superhero like them.

The first akuma fight had been hard. Not that the akuma had been very dangerous, but more of “Wait, what am I supposed to do?”, “Wait, who’s that?” and “WATCH OUT, YOU STUPID CAT, AND STOP FLIRTING!”.

It had been quite arguably life-threatening or at least felt like it at the time. It especially felt life-threatening when Chat protected Ladybug for the first time by jumping in front of her, taking the blows of a boxing themed akuma and getting himself knocked out. Ok, maybe the akuma was a bit more dangerous than the ones they would face.

To put into simple terms, Ladybug freaked out. She didn’t even use her Lucky Charm (mostly because she didn’t know she HAD a Lucky Charm at that point) to take down her first akuma. She simply swung on top of his shoulders, used a nicely placed punch to knock him out, broke the gloves the akuma had used as its fetish, and fixed up the damage as Tikki directed.

Chat came back to consciousness just in time to see the strange red magic fix the damage to the city and the strange, superhero girl he’d just met help up a bulky man, that he assumed had been the akuma.

When Ladybug had finished attending to the akuma victim she immediately raced over to the flirty cat boy, she’d just met. How he managed to win a piece of her heart so quickly, Ladybug would probably never be able to explain and would later on just chalk it up to “Soulmates”, but she fussed over every inch of him until satisfied that he was all right.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, no way a few blows like that will keep me down for long,” he replied to her fussing, giving a small wince as he tried to sit up and smile.

Ladybug looked at him with worry, her emotions conflicted with love, relief, anxiety, and some anger, as he tried to reassure her he was fine.

He saw the look on her face and softened,“Really, I’m okay.”

Before she really knew what she was doing she flung her arms around him and kissed him half on the cheek, half on the lip.

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that when we’ve only just become partners, got it?” She said, more of an order than a question.

Chat’s cheeks burned, he could gulp and give a nod before he remembered that he was Chat Noir.

He smirked,“ Anything for my most purrfect Ladybug.”

She groaned,“And you ruined the moment, I gotta go, my family must be worried. See you around, kitty cat.”.

She pulled away and flung off with her super Yo-yo.

Their second fight was a bit more easier. They were learning how to work together now, Chat didn’t pass out this time, and Marrientte realized she could do Luck Charm which made the fight much more in their favor.

Just before Ladybug rushed off though, hearing her earrings beep and realizing she had to go, Chat stopped her.

“Where’s my ‘Good job’ kiss, My Lady?” He asked flirty.

Ladybug glared at him, but remembered his red face from last time and decided to experiment if he would do that again.

“Right here,” she answered, giving him a chaste kiss completely on the cheek this time.

Sure enough, Chat turned bright red, not actually expecting her to do it. Ladybug grinned as she swung away; she only had about two minutes before her transformation wore off.

It became a sort of tradition after that, it didn’t matter who kissed who, except when Ladybug showed what she was comfortable with so it turned into Chat kissing her hand before they dashed away for quite some time. That is until one special night when Marrienette had confessed to Adrien that day and Chat had planned to seriously tell his Lady that he loved her. It didn’t completely go like that, though.

What happened was Marrientte gave Adrien a letter saying to meet her by the Eiffel Tower so she could tell him something. What didn’t go according to plan was that Marrientte once again forgot to sign her name. Not only that because honestly that would’ve been okay, he would’ve just shown up looking for some mystery girl (or guy), she had sent the letter in the same form of the letter she had given Adrien last Valentine’s Day with one twist, there were spots on it. The spots weren’t supposed to get there, but Marrientte had been working on a project and laid the card down right on the drying paint of ladybug spots. She didn’t have any other paper left and honestly, who would assume that it was from Ladybug of all people? Adrien, that’s who.

That’s how a very confused Chat Noir and Marrientte ended up behind the Eiffel Tower wondering when the person they were looking would show up. It only took them a couple of hours to connect the dots. In their defense, they hadn’t even seen each other for about the first hour or two, Chat had been on top of one the beams of the tower while Marrientte had been sitting on a bench out of his line of sight. It only took Marrientte a few minutes to realize and comprehend who Chat was. And only a couple minutes more for her to get up the nerve to reveal who she really was as well. They basically lived happily ever after after that fiasco, Nino and Alya were still trying to figure out how Marrientte and Adrien went from acquaintances to flirty couple over night, though.

What the big change that the media saw was the footage they now had of Ladybug and Chat Noir, no longer did they do the “Goodbye/Good Job” hand kisses but instead lept into each other’s arms, giving full-on, mouth-to-mouth kisses after akuma fights. Not many fangirls or fanboys even mourned their relationship, literally everyone had been waiting for this to happen, and only one akuma attack resulted from it.

And that’s the story of the tradition of post-akuma fight kisses between Ladybug and Chat Noir.


Thank you so much @starrycove
for letting me write this, this is probably the best one-shot I’ve ever written.

The clumsy and the grumpy (Part 1)

Based on: imagine 1 and imagine 2 from @imaginexhobbit + imagine 3 from @thereandbackagainimagines.

“THE CLUMSY AND THE GRUMPY” series: all the episodes

Warnings: enjoy my terrible sense of humor.

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

You’ve already lost track of the time you’ve spent with the Company: after weeks as a prisoner of the Orcs, you’ve welcome your renewed freedom without caring about the passing of time. After all, you’ve never done it: before the Orcs attacked your village, you used to spend your days cleaning floors and sewing up worn-out clothes in the inn where you, a poor orphan, had found a job and a pallet to sleep on.

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anonymous asked:

also while in the anime it can seem like armin cares less than mikasa when it comes to falling back, i actually think armin trusts eren to handle a situation more than mikasa does. maybe the animators think they were making eremika look better, but it actually comes off as the opposite. i feel that mikasa has good intentions but she's usually overprotective of eren and intervenes on his behalf. armin clearly cares but he also doesn't coddle eren which is actually better for eren's growth.

Thought had occurred to me too, anon. Armin’s reaction was the more professional one - and we know, because we know what the ere//min bond actually is, that it was also founded on his trust in Eren - but it comes off cold next to Mikasa’s emotional reaction all the same. You have to know and care, to know that he’d be thinking “I trust him” rather than “right, following an order, here I go”. And you have to be a manga reader to know, at this point. Not to mention you probably don’t care unless you’re a manga reader either, because Armin’s representation in the anime makes him a smaller character, less noticeable, less likely to garner an audience that will look further into him.

See, my concern is mostly for how Armin appears to anime-only fans. I don’t want Armin to be remembered differently than he is supposed to be - and with the anime being as popular as it is, it feels like it’s a bigger and bigger task to tackle the misrepresentation it produces. 

So you’re right in what you’re saying. But sadly, it takes a moment of reflection to get past the face-value narrative the anime pushes. Many just take the face-value they get because they’re here to be entertained, not to get too into stuff. And Armin is definitely not given the space to be included in the face-value, surface narrative. Hence why we keep returning here to rant about what’s being neglected. We’re preaching to the choice on the internet, while the majority of the fans will still walk away from the TV only absorbing that first-impression shoehorned version of the story and never hear our desperate words, nor learn that there’s more to the dynamics. They’ll never learn about the true Armin, and that’s what’s killing me inside. 


Pair: WildCat x SMii7Y
Genre: fluff/angst/smut-ish(?)
Word count: 2987
Trigger Warning(s): none
Writer: Me/johnny_writes (wattpad)
Dedicated to: @derpydoodlez


      It was still an hour till midnight, but I drunk. No, drunk isn’t the right word for it. I was blitzed. Blitzed and surrounded by the best people in the world.

    “I love you, John.” I hung off of him whilst Tyler and Jay tried to light up the cheap firecrackers Jay had bought from Tesco as a surprise Jay kept trying to light the whole box, and Tyler was doing his best to make sure no one blew off their fingers, whilst Sami watched from a lawn chair, her belly big and ankles swollen. “I do. Love you. I was an ass.”

     John looked great. He’d worn a simple sweater with jeans that highlighted how handsome he was. Sometimes I forgot. “I love you too.” I didn’t know if John was drunk but perspiration beaded his upper lip, and he sipped his vodka and Pop! through a Krazy straw.

     A bottle rocket zipped through the air, over Tyler’s shoulder, narrowly missing his ear, and exploded with a frantic crack. Jay’s buddies hooted and crowded. He seemed to have reverted to his teenage self in their presence, but he deserved this time to be dumb—parenthood offers no vacations or sick days. Tyler silently begged me for help before telling off my sister’s fiancé for shooting fireworks at his face.

     “I think I love that guy too.”

     “Yeah?” John said. “Does he know?”

     “No. Maybe.” Tyler wrestled the lighter from Jay and then lit Roman candles, which sent streamers of blue and red and green sparks into the air. Jay pumped his fists and hollered. “It doesn’t matter, though. We’re just friends.”

     “You’re obviously more than that, Lucas. Any idiot can see it.”

     I couldn’t think of the future and not imagine all the ways it could fall apart. “I don’t think I deserve him.”

    John shrugged. “Probably not. But he doesn’t deserve you, either. Maybe that’s why you’re perfect for each other.”

     “Do you think it could last?”

     “Who cares?”

     “I care.”

     John sucked up his drink and tossed the empty cup onto the ground. It’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean everything up. Fuck it.

    “You like bacon, right?” John asked.


     “So, when you’re offered bacon for breakfast, do you refuse because you’re worried about what’s going to happen when it’s gone?”


    “No!” John smacked me in the chest. I stumbled back a little, not expecting him to do that. The rings on his fingers hurt more. “You eat that bacon and you love it because it’s delicious. You don’t fret over whether you’ll ever have bacon again. You just eat the bacon.” John stood in front of me and held my face between his hands. His expression was so solemn that it was difficult not to laugh. “Eat the bacon, Luca.”

      A roar erupted from Jay and his friends. John and I turned in time to watch the plume of fire and sparks shoot into the air and explode like a supernova. Tyler winked at me from across the lawn.

     “I’m assuming Tyler is the bacon in that analogy.”

      “I need another drink.”

      Tyler and I sat down on my unmade bed, the lights off, our hands intertwined. The TV blared in the living room. It was still ten minutes to midnight, but it could have been ten seconds, and I wouldn’t have cared.

    I stared into his eyes, and I could vaguely see him staring back. I noted that Tyler’s entire personality was concentrated in his eyes; they were pale blue, of exceptional brilliance, depth and attraction. His gaze was at once piercing and caressing, naïve and cunning, far-off and intent. I took in every subtle detail I could see from the moon light that shone through my window. I had frozen Tyler’s face in my mind, committing to my memory of the curves of his fair cheeks and the way he would shiver ever so slightly when I touched him.

    He laid his thumb on my lips to see if I’d pull away. I didn’t. He leaned closer. I could tell Tyler wanted to close his pale blue eyes, but he didn’t trust me not to leave him standing there.

    When his lips were just almost touching mine, I shook my head. My nose rubbed against his.

       “I’ve never done this before,” I said meekly.

       “It’s okay,” he said.

       “But it’s not, it’s going to be terrible.”

    Tyler shook his head. “No it won’t.”

     I shook my head a little more. Just a little. “You’re going to regret this,” I sighed.

    That made him chuckle, so he had to wait a second or two before he kissed me.

    It wasn’t terrible. Tyler’s lips were soft and warm, and I could feel his pulse in his cheek. I suppose it was good that I was so nervous, because it forced Tyler not to be. I could tell it steadied him to feel my trembling.

    Tyler pulled away before he wanted to. He, I assume, hadn’t done this enough to know how to breathe.

     When he pulled away, my eyes were mostly closed. The moon light shone through my window, and Tyler’s face caught every bit of it.

      “Okay?” he whispered.

      I nodded. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. He tried to find my ear in the darkness.

     “Come here,” he said. “I want to show you something.

      I laughed. Tyler lifted my chin.

      The second time was even less terrible.

    Tyler cautiously grabbed the back of my head, his long fingers getting tangled in my hair, and brought me close to him, kissing me once more. His skin pressed against mine as he kissed my lips. He trailed gentle kisses down my neck, lingering only long enough in a spot to make me want even more. This was blissful, better than anything.

      “I’m glad you like me too.” Tyler’s voice was so soft that I felt his words vibrate against my delicate skin. I rubbed my thumb on the side of his face, but didn’t move otherwise. “I don’t know how I would’ve taken it if you rejected my feelings towards you. It would have crushed me, if I’m being honest. I really do like you, Lucas.” His voice broke.

     “You don’t have to talk about this.” I tried to imagine being rejected by someone I fancy, and I could. I felt a pain in my heart when I did.

      Tyler buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I just wanted you to know.” He pulled me closer to him, almost as though he was afraid of losing me.

      He slid his hands under my shirt, beginning to pull it over my head. I thought it must’ve been midnight because I heard shouting, but I ignored it. Only Tyler and I existed.

      My bedroom door burst open. “Luca! Lucas, you gotta come quick!”

      I scrambled up off my bed. “Jesus Christ, Jay, we’re fucking busy in here!”

     Jay was crying. I didn’t notice that at first because I was freaking out my sister’s fiancé walking in whilst Tyler and I were about to get naked and do the dirty. But when I did, I knew something was wrong. “Lucas, please. It’s Sami.”

•   •   •

    I watched my sister’s fiancé chew his fingernails down to the quick, and then keep biting. He gnawed on the ends until they bled, and I finally had to pull his hands away from his mouth. He looked at his finger and shook his head.

      “How long are they going to be in there?” he asked.

     “I’m sure someone will be out soon.” The hospital waiting room was far from comforting, and our coffee cups sat forgotten on the small plastic side tables. We’d been waiting for more than an hour, starving for even the smallest scrap of news. Tyler had been the only one of us sober enough to drive, and we’d rush Sami—groaning in pain and clutching her belly—to the nearest hospital in John’s car. I wanted to call an ambulance, but Jay refused to wait.

     “Do you think I should call your mother again?”

    “You left her a message, right?”

     Jay nodded. “I don’t think she has good reception on the train.”

    Tyler held my hand and smiled when I glanced his way. It was difficult to think of anything other than what we’d been about to do when I looked at him, but Jay needed me, so I tried to pretend Tyler wasn’t there.

     “Do you think she’s going to be all right?” Jay asked.

      John’s eyes were half closed—he never could hold his liquor—but he said, “It was probably false labour. Sometimes it happens.”

       Tyler and I agreed, but I’d seen the blood on Sami’s hands and between her legs. I didn’t know what it meant, but I doubted it was good.

      “Well, she’d be the first Murron in history to be early to anything.” I tried to loan Jay my smile, but he wasn’t in the mood. Anything that anybody said in this unnerving waiting room was desperate.

Desperate was white noise, as far as I was concerned—it was the hope that gnawed and pulled at my heart with dirty fingers and sharp teeth.

      Tyler couldn’t figure out which cup of coffee was his and so just took one at random. He grimaced. I sensed Tyler was going to say something, but Jay stood up, drawing our attention. I followed his line of sight to the doctor walking through the double doors. She was short and stocky, and carried herself with confidence. Jay rushed to meet her, and Tyler held my hand whilst we watched. I knew it was bad news the moment I saw her pinched lips and tired eyes. Jay went rigid, offering the doctor robotic nods as she explained what happened. We were too far away to hear.

     “They’re going to take me to see Sami,” Jay said when the doctor left. “You should go home.”

     “What about you?”


     John stood, his keys jingling in his hand. “We’ll drive your car here and leave it in the parking lot.”

      Jay nodded, but I doubted he’d heard the words.

      “Mr. Marksman?” A nurse stood waiting by the doors.

     “I’m gonna…”

     I slugged Jay lightly in the arm. “She’s okay. You’re both going to be okay.”

     “Yeah, Lucas. Sure.” Jay followed the nurse into the bowels of the hospital, and I watched him go. I jumped when Tyler touched my shoulder.

     “We should get out of here.” he said. “Clean your house a little.”

      “What do you think happened?” John asked.

       “I think I’m not going to be an uncle anymore.”

•   •   •

     John tried to make me sit in the front seat on the way home, but I refused. It was his car, after all. I stared at the streak of blood on the leather and wondered if the baby was already dead or if it had offered the world one mewling cry—a first and last protest—before succumbing to gravity.

     We sat parked in my driveway for a while. I didn’t even realise we’d arrived until John looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, “We missed midnight.”

I didn’t know if the stain would come out or if some shadow of it would always remain. “We didn’t miss it,” I said. “It just happened without us.”

It seems silly to worry about the arbitrary moment some person long dead declared to be the end of one year and the beginning of another, as if our attempts to divide time into meaningful chunks that actually mean anything. People wait for the countdown to tell them that it’s okay to believe in themselves again. They end each year with failure, but hope that when the clock strikes twelve, they can begin the new year with a clean slate. They tell themselves that this is the year things will happen, never realising that things are always happening; they’re just happening without them.

“I should get home,” John said.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tyler asked.


When John’s BMW disappeared into the night, Tyler hugged me close. I wanted him to kiss me, to kiss away everything that had happened. To kiss me until time reversed and we were back in my room. But you can’t live in the past; you can only visit. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, but I didn’t want it to happen without me.

“Happy New Year, Lucas.”

“Happy New Year, Tyler.”

Tyler and I stood in my bedroom, the lights off, our arms wrapped around each other. There was a calming silence filling the void around us.

    I was staring into his eyes, and could vaguely see him staring back. I again noted that Tyler’s entire personality was concentrated in his eyes; they were pale blue, of exceptional brilliance, depth and attraction. His gaze was at once piercing and caressing, naïve and cunning, far-off and intent. The bright moon shone through my window, and I froze Tyler’s face in my mind, committing to memory the curves of his cheeks and the way he shivered slightly when my hesitant fingertips touch him.

Tyler’s skin pressed against mine as he kissed my lips and my neck, lingering only long enough in one spot to make me want more. This was prolonged euphoria, better than any blow job I’ve had—which was none.

“I love you.” He spoke so softly that I felt his words vibrate against my skin. I stroked Tyler’s hair but didn’t move otherwise, likewise I had hours ago.

“I love you too.”

Tyler rested his forehead against mine. “I just wanted to remind you.” He pulled me to him and kisses me as if that might erase his memories of the past. He kissed me like my lips were air and he couldn’t breathe. Tyler slid his hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head. I couldn’t unbutton his shirt fast enough. I lost track of time. We were arms and legs and lips, fearless and frenzied. He was warm—warmer than I expected, and it was nice.

“Is this all right?” he asked as if I wasn’t the one who’d wrestled him out of his black dress pants. “You’ve had a lot to drink.”

“It’s good,” I murmured, I had sobered up by this point. “Is it okay for you?” I looked into Tyler’s eyes, feeling self-conscious now. Standing in front of Tyler was the most naked I’d ever felt.

“Better than okay.”

“Have you ever done it with a guy?” I asked. Tyler shook his head

I was silent and so was he. I gave him a kind smile and said, “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to. Unless you do.”

“I don’t.”

     You think that by holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.

      Every time I pulled away from Tyler, I felt the gasping loss of him. I feel like the next time when I ripped myself away, I’d lose some skin.

     “Kiss me.”


      I held his beautiful face and rubbed the side of his face with my thumb. I bent my neck back and kissed him like I never have before. Like I wasn’t scared of doing it wrong—like it was the end of the world.

I led Tyler to the bed, and we eased under my sheets, letting instinct and hormones take control.

If I weighed 156 pounds and Tyler 162 pounds, and the distance separating us was fractionally nothing, then the gravitational force between our noncelestial bodies was approximately equal to three times the force a seat belt applies to a restrained passenger in a vehicle traveling at sixty-three miles per hour when it collides with a stationary object.

You can’t fight gravity. Gravity is love. Love requires us to fall. Anyway, I couldn’t have reached the escape velocity required to break free of Tyler even if I’d wanted to.

“Why do you keep laughing?” Tyler asked. His skin was damp with sweat, but I didn’t mind.

“Your scruff tickles my nose.”

“Then stop kissing my neck.” Tyler paused. “On second thought, definitely don’t stop.” He pulled me on top of him, running his hands up my bare back, holding me like the last note of a song. His hands were soft against my back, rough fingers massaging my tense muscles, relaxing them.

When Tyler kissed me, I could hardly believe it was real. Believing Tyler liked me and wanted to be with me seemed more implausible than being abducted by aliens. If I thought about it too long, doubt burrowed into my brain, multiplying and feeding on my fears.

Tyler sat up, breathing heavy. “I think my lips may fall off.”

“That would be unfortunate. And so damb gross.” I grabbed one of the glasses of water sitting on my desk, and drank. My tongue felt heavy and my lips raw.

“Shut the fuck up with the stupid ‘damb’ shit.” Tyler laughed softly.

I stuck out my tongue playfully at him and set my glass back down on my desk. The clock in my room suffered its preliminary strain and struck the hour. “Let’s just go to sleep.”


I climbed off of Tyler, laying down beside him. I felt him snake his arms around me loosely, his arms feeling like cotton. He pulled me close to him, kissing the back of my neck gently. I had never dreamed of anything as nice as this, as nice as Tyler, sleepy-soft and warm…warm through.

“Goodnight,” I said in a quiet, private voice.


    He caught me by surprise, and before I could help myself, my heart was breaking for him. Like it didn’t have anything better to break over…

anonymous asked:

I agree. I'm a lesbian, but I honestly don't understand the vitrol and anger towards Ace people. Like, aren't we supposed to stick together? As humans?

Yeah I don’t get it either. I understand the argument of course, but some people treat the problem the same way they would say conversion therapy or a number of other problems the community faces that I think are  MUCH worse.

I think it may be because those issues are much more complicated to deal with and its easier to just rage against a mostly misunderstood group.-Destiny