neatly packaged

im just gotta neatly package everything ive got on the chalupa theory right now

in summary its gently implied that lup could be one of the twins, the name chalupa works, someone with a name like that could only be related to taako, and taako’s backstory tracks with it

let me know if i forgot anything!

Winter 16/17 Classiest Picks

Top 3 series of Winter season that goes down great with any glass of wine or a hot cup of tea. If you’re looking for something classy to relax to, try these out~!

Fune wo Amu - The Great Passage

A rarity just by its topic alone, an 11-episode series dedicated to…amazingly, compiling a reference dictionary—! While not being totally dry as it sounds.  There’s also a live movie adaptation of the same name.
Probably the more under-the-radar of the three I’ll be writing about, but Fune is a light-hearted, calming series best enjoyed for its atmosphere, humorous exchanges between characters, and some occasionally elegant visuals. Recommended to those who also enjoy and appreciate the delicate nature of words or the process of publication.
Although the scope and impact of Fune is overall moderate at best, it is charming and entertaining enough to place above mediocrity; if not, attractive simply for its obscurity. 

ACCA - 13 Territory Inspection Dept

Hands down, the catchiest opening theme of the season. Best appreciated for its simplicity and overall tidiness. A drama-free, slow-unravelling mystery of a country-wide conspiracy. ACCA is neatly packaged with few loose ends, boasts a long A-list voice cast, and has a penchant for baked goods like no other series. Seriously, I yearned for brick toast throughout the whole show.
Although the series had potential to be far more complicated, there’s a refreshing charm to this sort of tightly-wrapped, fairy-tale-like adventure. ACCA may not be a groundbreaking show, but it definitely leaves you feeling satiated.

Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu 1 & 2

For all its obsession over a practically forgotten art form, Rakugo Shinjuu is one of the strongest title to breathe chills down my spine in a very long time. Beautiful, fresh, thematically sound… There’s nothing this show doesn’t have. The graceful artistry, good drama build-up, complicated characterizations, and gorgeously fitting soundtrack are sure to reel you in…if not also, some of the finest voice acting in anime history. I’ve always loved his voice, but this is by far Ishida Akira’s best role. Tomokazu Seki also deserves a ton of praise, as well. Pick it up, you won’t regret it. If you’re looking for something different and excellent, Rakugo Shinjuu is soul-shaking.

Permanent Ink

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Soulmate AU; Sixth Year Hogwarts

1,420 words

Draco is sixteen when it happens.

The inescapable, the invariable, the inevitable.

A strange, searing, effervescent kind of pain spikes through the tangled nerve ending of his wrist halfway through a potions lesson. Ink bleeding through veins into skin.

And he knows, is the thing. Understands that he’s been given a clue to decipher and a puzzle to solve and a loose-threaded soul that will somehow match the stitches in his chest.

He spares a glance across the room. At the girl seated beside the pearlescent, seething cauldrons of Amortentia that he had failed to smell any scent from just a month earlier. Before a mark, a soulmate blossomed across his wrist and -

Her fingers are knotted together as she stares up at Snape. He can see the shadow of her profile - all parted lips and sloping cheeks, a sharp nose and delicate eyebrows - thrown against the floor in a swath of dust cluttered sunlight.

He allows himself a scrape of hope that its her, spelled out across his skin. That he’ll have an irrefutable, undeniable excuse as to any he wants her so desperately.

After all, the magic never lies.

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anonymous asked:

You don't need to respond I just needed to say a thing. I find it a little childish for so many people to assume that dan will/should come out. As far as I've read into it I feel like he's "come out" as much as he ever will. He's talked about attraction to all genders. I feel that he's made it clear that his sexuality is what it is and he's going to be attracts to someone no matter the gender. People think he needs to make a video about being bi/pan but really he's made clear that he's existing.

the question i receive more than any other on this blog is some variation of “when/how do you think dnp will come out/tell us about their sexualities or their relationship?” and i’ve never answered it. for a number of reasons, but primarily because so many people in this space operate under such a specific definition of what coming out means and what it should entail. i’m wary, always, of subscribing to a uniform standard for what queerness looks like and how it needs to present itself in order to be taken seriously or treated as valid, and i think the discourse and speculation and constant obsession about dnp’s potential future coming out process does exactly that. in my view the culture around coming out as it exists right now is a relic of cultural norms in which queerness was differentiated and encoded into law and language and social thought as explicitly and intrinsically Other. the socialized obligation to not only categorize and label one’s sexual/romantic preferences but then to announce them to the world at large is only cast on queer people specifically because, unless announced otherwise, society’s working assumption of a person is that they are cis/straight. queer people need to tell the world they are queer precisely because it is different, because it is a deviation from a socially enforced “norm,” and the term “coming out” itself denotes that someone was once hiding themselves and now they aren’t.

for some people (many people) labeling and coming out make a lot of sense. we’re not in a post-heteronormative world. the stark reality is that people DO operate with ingrained cis- and heteronormative frames of thought and it can be tiring to deal with people always making assumptions of your preferences that don’t fit who you are and what you like. labeling your preferences and making sure people know them is a way to avoid those mistaken assumptions. it’s also a way to find other people like you, to ally yourself with a community that is still so marginalized and oppressed in myriad ways, and join in the movement and the fight and take pride in an aspect of yourself that many people would try to deride or malign. but an alternate school of thought is that the gender you prefer having sex with or that you fall in love with is no more a part of your identity that merits announcement and discussion than, say, your preference for masturbating three times a week or your preference for only having sex in the missionary position or any other personal detail about what you do w your genitals in the privacy of your bedroom. it doesn’t have to have a bearing on identity in the most nuclear and concentrated sense of the word, it doesn’t HAVE to be labeled and addressed in a way that automatically reduces and categorizes it and neatly packages it as an object for the public to talk about and weigh in on. the notion of labeling your sexuality and then “coming out” is a construct in the most literal sense, and for some people, who perhaps don’t feel the need to correct everyone’s heteronormative assumptions of them, or who don’t feel the need to find other people with non-hetero preferences, or who think the reality of the life they live since they blatantly/openly share it w someone of their same gender is already pretty suggestive of their preferences, coming out widely and publicly isn’t a priority or a necessity (and in some cases can obviously also be a discomforting, stressful, scary, or even dangerous prospect!!!) for literally thousands of possible reasons.

we can guess that dnp align themselves more closely to this latter outlook. in both of the recent times that dan has discussed sexuality explicitly he talks about not wanting to label it for a public audience. in his diss track he directly addresses his own comments about attraction to more than one gender (j law –> evan p), and then says that it’s hard to put him in a box because he keeps “it” (his sexuality) so blurry. he’s bluntly saying that he doesn’t want to be categorized. in an interview with the sunday times in late 2015 promoting tabinof, the interviewer directly asks dan if he’s gay. dan references tom hardy’s answer to the same question and says that he and phil do not believe that their sexual preferences are something the public has any business knowing–he then delineates the purpose of their role as public figures. they are entertainers and what they seek to offer their public audience is the content they make. that’s it. looking to tom hardy’s actual quote sheds even more light: “I’m under no obligation to share anything to do with my family, my children, my sexuality — that’s nobody’s business but my own…It’s important destigmatizing sexuality and gender inequality in the workplace, but to put a man on the spot in a room full of people designed purely for a salacious reaction? To be quite frank, it’s rude. If [someone] had said that to me in the street, I’d have said the same thing back: ‘I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?’”

as far back as 2009, both dnp were talking about attraction to men and following it with the refrain that they don’t like labels. and that is VALID. it’s transgressive, even, to take a look at all the heteronormativity out there, all of the assumptions that people make about sex and gender and everything else, all of the demand that straights place on queer people to announce their otherness as loudly as possible and categorize themselves as being different, and then to say no, reject all of that pressure, and turn your back on it. refuse to comply with everyone’s expectations and just be happy in liking what you like and loving who you love. just existing, as anon put it so beautifully.

but if a queer person chooses this outlook, chooses to shirk labels and a formal/public statement of their preferences, the default assumption SHOULD NOT be straight. heterosexuality shouldn’t be an assumed sexuality for anyone, regardless of the statements they may or may not have made, but it especially should not be the assumption for two men who did publicly label at one point as bisexual, and who have repeatedly voiced attraction to men. in an attempt to move towards a society that doesn’t make assumptions at all, a world in which coming out is completely obsolete and unnecessary and people stopped giving so much of a fuck about the genders people have sex with, it’s on all of us to change the way that we think about sexuality and unlearn our own biased thought. the burden shouldn’t fall on dnp to correct our thought or go out of their way to tell us that they fuck or that they’re in love–doesn’t that cheapen everything that they are? doesn’t that demand something of them that they’ve said over and over they do not want to give? and haven’t they done enough to tell us about how they experience attraction? it’s on all of us to take those comments seriously and to validate and acknowledge their experiences as they relay them to us, and to contextualize them in the complex textures and nuances of who they are as people.

who they are and what they’ve already chosen to share with us is pretty damn radical in itself: they’re two boys who have shared and built a life together for nearly eight years and who rely on each other on so many levels. they’re two boys who speak of the love and respect they have for each other in numerous ways, perhaps without stating those words specifically, but making it clear through actions and stories of their time together instead. they’re two boys who don’t know how to be without each other, who don’t merely coexist and work together but who have consciously interwoven their lives to the point that all of their experiences are shaped with and through each other. the argument can be made that they’re “out” in the sense of not hiding who they are from us, in the sense that both of them, and dan especially, have taken conscious measures to talk about how much they like boys. the argument can equally be made that they still hide to some degree–they won’t hold hands or hug, they’ll separate beds if they’re showing us the inside of their hotel room, they’ll not say the words i love you in front of us. but to me none of that even incrementally eclipses the glowing reality and warmth of the life they share–it’s as much info as i think they will ever feel okay giving us and it’s more than enough, for me at least, to look to them as models of deepest mutual love and respect (yes between two men!!) and of the comfort that can arise when you find someone to just exist with, outside world and their asks of you be damned

Panicking And Flirting.

Jughead x Reader 


Summary: Reader has a panic attack but Jug comes and saves the day but not forgetting to make sure he sees his damsel in distress later on for dinner. 

Words: 1407

Warnings: It could be triggering but it’s really not anything too intense.

Originally posted by mallverine

I didn’t really tell people about my anxiety because no one actually payed enough attention to notice or to care so I would just live life as normal and hope I could avoid situations that I knew made me anxious and panicky. This was hard because even though I had anxiety I still tried to be as out going and confident which made it hard to try balance the two.

But today was different, so many things were going horribly and I was actually surprised that I had held it together this long. I walked in the student lounge and set my bag on a table to try find something to eat because I felt like I was going to be sick. I wasn’t alone for long because soon after the school jock, Reggie, walked in with his little minions and a few other people like Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper walked in and sat on the couches.

Not finding anything in my bag I took money from my pocket and went to the vending machine in hopes they would have a energy bar. I just got to the vending machine when Reggie stepped in front of me, I tried to ignore it and move to the side but he kept following me and all his friends were laughing or passing around snarky remarks.

“What’s wrong (Y/N/N) am I in your way?” He slurred meanly as he stood over, getting too close in general.

“Please Reggie.” I whispered and tried stepping to one side to get past but he mimicked my move.

“Sorry princess, I didn’t hear you.” He smirked, I turned around and started walking away when he pulled me by me jacket sleeve. I got pulled back and was now leaned against the cold vending machine while Reggie snatched my money away from me, “What would you like?” He purred, I know this was just playful boy flirting but it was too much. My anxiety was over the roof and I couldn’t stop it now, I was pushed too far and there was no turning back.

I just stared at him in shock and helplessness, "Helllooo earth to (Y/N).” He mocked, all his friends started laughing and I couldn’t help it any longer, the tears just fell and there was no point in stopping them now. A confused expression came over Reggie’s face  before he started laughing hysterically. I was now shaking, with tears running down my face, sobs and breaths choking in my throat and had a group of teenage boys laughing at me.

“Hey assholes! What the fuck are you doing.” I heard someone say from the end of the room, the laughter grew from the boys.

“We did nothing, she just started freaking out.” Reggie said between his laughs.

“Get out, all of you.” The voice said, I could see him in the corner of my eye, dark hair and a smallish frame. “Before I call Weatherbee.”

“Okay, calm done Mr. detective.” Reggie laughed, “Come boys, lets go.” He called and walked out the room with his friends.

I felt two hands wrap around my shoulder, they felt softer than the voice’s, I didn’t open my eyes as they lead me to one of the couches and sat me down. I opened my eyes, they burned and I was still shaking, battling to breath, my stomach doing flips, and my hair matted to my wet cheeks.

“(Y/N) it’s Betty, and Archie and Veronica and, you know what it’s the whole gang here actually,” she chuckled slightly, “Just relax, breath in… and out.” She carried on for a while until I calmed down a little. I sat there for a good thirty seconds after she got me to stop crying, the all watched me, which wasn’t making things better. I looked around the room, Veronica and Archie giving me emphatic smiles but when my eyes fell on Jughead he looked panicked himself. I looked over at Betty, she saw my shy expression and chased Veronica and Archie off to get us all food. Betty told me to stay where I was while she got me a new shirt from her gym locker because I had used mine to wipe away my tears.

As she walked out the room Jug turned to me, “Are you okay (Y/N/N)?” He got up and sat next to me carefully and handed me his jacket.

“Yes, thank you Jug.” I said and gave him a teary smile as I draped the jacket over my shoulders.

“You’re still shaking.” He pointed out, I sighed when he continued “What’s wrong, because I feel like that there.” He pointed in the direction of the vending machine, “Was the tipping point of something much worse.“ He talked with a soft tone as his gaze raked over me.

"It’s been a long day.” I said, he was clearly unsatisfied with my answer because he sighed and looked at me like I needed to explain further but when I remained silent he didn’t give up.

“Have you eaten?” He interrogated me further. I shamefully shook my head, his eyes widened slightly and he began to rummage through his backpack only to pull out a bag of chips and handed them to me. I held them as we spoke not wanting to eat his food. “You’ll be fine now right, just a sugar low? Do you need water?”

“It’s just my anxiety, Juggie.” I said quickly with a soft voice. “Relax, I’m fine now.”

He looked up, his brows furrowed together in confusion, “I never knew…”

“Because I’ve never told anyone.” I cut him off while shaking my head.

“But Betty knew, when I got up to make them stop, she knew what to do.” He stared at the ground with his elbows on his knees.

"Betty has dealt with it before…” I replied back monotonously.

“Oh.” He frowned and fiddled with his dark hair for a moment, “But you’ll be okay right?” He said taking my hand for reassurance.

“Yeah,” I said taking his hand and smiling at him, “Thanks for helping Jug.” I squeezed his hand and settled back into the couch.

“Anytime.” He said with a grin. We sat in silence for a few seconds, my heart went from racing because of fear to excitement. “Do you want to come to Pop’s tonight with me? We could talk more about this?” He motioned to in between us with a giddy smile on his face.

“And what would this be?” I smirked playfully.

“So you don’t want a this?” He acted sad but then squeezed my hand making sure I knew he was joking. “So, Pop’s tonight?” His eagerness evident in his tone.

I could feel the blood rush to my face, he arched an eyebrow waiting for an answer. Just when I was going to say yes Archie and Veronica walked in and I mentally groaned, why couldn’t they’ve waited two more seconds?

“Turkey sandwich madam?” Veronica placed the neatly packaged sandwich on my lap and Archie handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks guys.” I said immediately unwrapping the food and taking a huge bite, I could feel my stomach settle almost instantly. Jughead had pulled his hand away from mine when they entered the room but that didn’t stop him from giving me sweet glances, every time he looked over at me I couldn’t help but get butterflies.

I looked over at Jughead because he was staring at me, he mouth Pop’s  and shrugged his shoulders I then gave him a quick nod and we turned back to the conversation. I watched the grin grow on his face as he pretended to listen to Veronica. The bell went and Archie shot up saying something about forgetting his math homework and left the three of us alone.

Jughead stood up stretching and then held a hand out for me, “I’ve sorta got AP English now.” He said as I took his hand and pulled myself up next to him, “but I’ll see you later.” He smirked and fixed his hair before heading off to class. I grinned and felt the blush burn on my cheeks.

“Was that what I think it was?” Veronica squealed, I bit back a smile and nodded causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles and squeals, “Come on we have to find Betty!” she exclaimed and took my hand dragging me down the corridor.

— windy days.

Genre: Angst + Minor Smut ➝ Sword Art Online AU

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader.

Plot: Windy Days: an interactive game for the one’s who are brave enough to challenge it.tackle the 300 levels, select your difficulties, beat the game. Will you survive?

Warnings: Suggestive sexual content, threesomes, could have ended up as a full on gang-bang but I decided to against it, sexual language and character death.

Notes: Take a shot every time I include a meme in a sentence. Any mistakes will be fixed later!

“You’re seriously going to play this game?”

Jungkook leant over the back of Jimin’s chair, staring with curiosity at the neatly packaged video game sitting on Jimin’s desk. Opposed to Jungkook’s crazed stare and the panic in his eyes, Jimin couldn’t help but let out an excited yelp as his eager hands peeled away the packaging, his eyes soaking up the colours of the front of the box.

“You know people have died from this game, right? Already.” Jungkook reminded, trudging away to sit on the elder boy’s bed, letting his back lean against the plain wall. “And you want to willingly go inside of it?”

“Come on, Kook,” Jimin sighed, holding up the package. He couldn’t quite believe that it was in his hands, at last. “I’ve been saving up for this game since it was rumoured. And now, only a day after the release, I am ready to play. Isn’t that cool?”

No! Did you ignore the part about people dying?” Jungkook hissed. “What does your Mom think about this?”

Jimin shrugged, “She didn’t buy it. So, she can’t do anything about it.”

“What did our school say about this?” Jungkook inquired, and Jimin laughed loudly.

“Do you not know how many kids have brought this game, and are living the life inside of it right now?” Jimin reasoned, and Jungkook could only sigh with agreement. “I’d be surprised if more than half of the school returns next week.”

“Make sure you’re one of them,” Jungkook begged finally, playing with the threads in the blanket placed over the foot of the bed, which he had suddenly occupied his time with. “Mark keeps trying to call me, he’s so weird.”

Jimin wasn’t really listening, but nodded anyway and continued to stare excitedly down at the game.

He bloody well hoped so.

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The many burns of Onodera Ritsu… Part 3!

As a testament to how much time I can waste rewatching the same stuff and then creating posts about it, here we have part 3 already neatly packaged for your viewing pleasure.. Once again, our sweet child Onodera gets roasted by Takano and when someone tries to offer help, his colleagues are just like “what are you talking about?” Lol! Even Isaka-san (in a way that only Isaka can do) manages to fry Onodera in front of his colleagues by outing him as a publisher’s son - even though it’s supposed to be a moment where Isaka is lending his support to Onodera! That’s a gift that Isaka has right there… supporting and alienating Onodera with one blow!

Ahh this show never fails to make my day… Anyway, do enjoy! And perhaps I’ll be back with a part 4 at some point? Until then…

Part 1 and Part 2 can be found here (in case you’re interested).

side 14 || hannah baker

prompt: Hi can you do a Hannah baker x reader. the reader is Hannah’s little sister by a 2 years and adopted just about Hannah leaving the last tape to her nothing bad just telling her she loves her and that it was not her fault that she died nice sisterly tape is that makes since💚

warnings: character death

a/n: i hope you enjoy !! i also suck at titles but as always requests are open and feedback is appreciated , also this is kinda short bc its like straight to the point. ALSO the 14th tape/side isn’t Bryce’s confession just hannahs message to you

You were devastated when you found out about Hannah. She was your older sister and you looked up to her. You were somewhat aware about all the things that had happened to her, you didn’t think she would act like this. You were angry at yourself, you could’ve done something to prevent this if you had just spoken and told your parents. But after Hannah’s death, you went through your week with looks of sadness from other people and at least 5 people telling you, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

You get people were trying to be nice but really you knew they didn’t really give a fuck, since they were the ones who had believed all the rumors about Hannah. You had also noticed that Clay had started talking to you more, which you found really weird. Since he was Hannah’s best friend and you were pretty sure she liked him. But you went on with your life trying to ignore the pity looks everyone gave you.

Two weeks had passed since Hannah’s death and you came home to a neatly wrapped package on your doorstep. The box had your name on it but no return address or any clue to whom it came from. You brought the wrapped package to your room, opening it to reveal a damaged shoe box. You opened it examining the contents inside, 7 tapes with numbers on them. You took out a tape player you had in your room and put the first tape it, the number 1 showing upward.

You listened to the tapes and finally you reached side 14. You were pretty sure this was your tape and you were nervous as hell and angry. You pressed play on the walkman, and you heard Hannah’s voice. “Hey, welcome to the last tape. Happy you stayed and made it this far. This last side is dedicated my dear sister Y/N. I know you feel anxious now Y/N, don’t worry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Hearing those words made your heartbeat slow down.

“Yeah I know. Why put someone who had nothing to do with it on these tapes? This is the same case with helmet. But truly Y/N, I love you. I hope you know I appreciate you helping me but honestly it wasn’t enough. Please know that this wasn’t your fault, I chose to do this and just be happy and move on for me please.“ Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your eyes puffy and your nose stuffed.

“I remember when we adopted you Y/N. I was 6 and you were 4 at the moment. God, I was so excited when I found out that you were gonna be my little sister. That day always brought up my mood. Y/N, you were the best sister I ever had, even though you were my younger sister.” She said laughing a little. “This wasn’t your fault, you deserve to live your life Y/N. I love you Y/N.” The tape stopped, and you sat calmly. You were relieved but also disappointed.

You spent the rest of the day, the tapes back in their shoebox and the box sat in your closet. You thought back on memories of you and Hannah. Her coming back and gushing to you about Justin Foely and her first kiss. Then everything went downhill. You thought that if something had changed you could’ve prevented all of it but you knew nothing would’ve changed. And you were ready to live with it.

Any Other Way.

A chapter of ‘Beyond The Brink of Madness’ that occurred to me this morning so I decided to quickly write it up. Set immediately after ‘Scrapping’. H xxx p.s. full story (20 chapters) here:

Claire smiled as she felt the bed sag. Jamie stretched along the edge of the mattress and gently pressed his palm against her forehead.

“Mmm. Your skin is so cool.”

She murmured. The answering grunt from her left made her crack one eye open and squint into the dimly lit room. The light sent shooting pains through her head and made her stomach lurch and Claire promptly closed her eyes again and groaned.

“Ye’re burning up lass.”

The concern in his voice was prominent and Claire forced a thin smile 

“It’s just a touch of cold and fever. Bree and Jenny had it last week, I’ll be fine.”

“But wi’ the bairn so far along…”

“We’ve a couple of weeks to go yet.”

Claire spoke with more certainty than she felt and forced her eyes open again. She could make out the fuzzy outline of her husband’s face, ruddy brows lowered in a worried frown and mouth set in a grim line.

“Stop it, Jamie. You’re worrying about a sniffle and a headache.”

She said sternly and was rewarded with another grunt and a gentle prodding at her throat.

“What are you … ah! No your hands are cold!”

Claire swatted weakly at him and the fingers withdrew

“I was feeling for ye glands.”

“They’re not swollen, I already checked.”

“Did ye no’ give me a fair terrible ear-bashing for self-diagnosis not two weeks past?”

Jamie clucked his tongue against his teeth as he pulled the blanket up over her shoulders

“You are not a doctor. I am.”

“Right now ye are a patient.”

He said firmly and the bed moved again as he stood up.

“I’ll bring ye a wee pot of tea and some soup.”

“No soup.”

Claire shuddered at the thought of trying to eat.

“Ye must try a bit Claire, the bairn needs nourishment and ye didna take a bite yesterday…”

Claire knew this was true and although her stomach shivered at the thought of food, she nodded gently against the pillow.

“Alright, bread then. Dry. No butter.”


She could hear the satisfied smile in Jamie’s voice and imagined throwing something suitably heavy at him, bloody know-it-all.

A little while later the door opened again and Claire forced herself to sit up, not wanting Jamie to lift her. The huge swell of her belly made the task ungainly and undignified and she would just as soon manage alone.

“I brought you some bread, Mama.”

Claire startled at the little voice and blinked in confusion at Bree.

“Honey, you shouldn’t be in here. You could get sick again.”

“It’s OK Mama, I don’t mind.”

Bree padded over and carefully placed a neatly packaged tray on the bed before sitting on the edge and crossing her legs neatly beneath her. Claire settled back against the pillows and sighed. Her head was pulsing but the sight of the carefully sliced bread made her stomach growl and the baby stirred, pressing his heel against her in apparent encouragement. 

“I baked that loaf.”

“You did?”

Claire looked at it and raised her eyebrows in pleasant surprise. Bree had not taken to baking with any great aptitude and Jenny had insisted that she keep practicing despite the continual stream of heavy, sunken bread that came from Brianna’s efforts.

“Yep, Aunt Jenny only helped me take it out of the oven, everything else I did myself.”

Bree smiled and Claire smiled broadly back at her. She seldom had the luxury of sitting in her child’s company with no task at hand besides the consumption of food, just the two of them.

“Have you tried it?”

“Not yet, but it smells good and the texture is right.”

Bree nodded happily and Claire carefully folded a piece in the cloth napkin on the try, breaking it in half and handing Bree the larger piece, making sure not to touch it. The bread tasted heavenly and Claire made sure to make many appreciative noises as they ate, watching Bree glow with pleasure at the praise of her baking skills.Once they had finished the bread Bree produced another slice from her pocket, lovingly wrapped in a clean handkerchief. 

“Here Mama, have some more.”

Claire took it and raised the food to her lips, inhaling the scent and smiling as she bit into it, an exaggerated and elaborate bite that made Brianna laugh. 

“How are you, baby?”

Claire asked when the food was finished and Bree had moved the tray onto the floor.

“I’m OK. I’ve been learning how to fight with Da.”

“Uh …right well,”

Claire frowned and then shrugged

“How is that going?”

“Pretty well, I just need to practice more.”

Bree grinned. Claire cocked her head to the side, the food seemed to have helped with her headache as well as the nausea and she became aware of the changes in her daughter in a way she had not noticed before amid the hustle and bustle of life at Lallybroch. In the seven months they had been back, Bree had lost almost all of the puppy-fat she had when they arrived. Her face had slimmed down and the strong, Viking bones she had inherited from her father were more prominent. Her arms were slim and muscular from the increase in her outdoor play and her movements had become more graceful, more self-aware. Even sat on the bed in her older-cousins cast off breeks and shirt, there was a poise and a readiness about Brianna that had not been there before. Bree had not simply survived the huge upheaval in her life, she had thrived! 

“You’re growing up so fast, Bree!”

Claire smiled, her eyes wet with memories of the fiery haired babe who had come squalling into the world nearly a decade ago and changed Claire’s life forever. 

“Don’t cry Mama!”

Bree scooched up the bed and pressed herself against her mother’s side, small arms encircling her as best she could.

“I’m sorry. I’m not crying, not really. I’m just so damn proud of you Brianna Ellen. I don’t tell you it enough but I am so, so proud of you.” 

“You tell me plenty Mama!”

Bree laughed, and Claire snorted wetly into her handkerchief. 

“Alright well I still want to tell you more. You’re such a wonderful daughter and I know you are going to be a simply exceptional big sister to this baby.”

Bree looked up at Claire before tucking her head under her mother’s chin and letting Claire smooth her hair.

“I’m going to try.”

Bree slid down the length of the bed and rested her chin on her hand, pressing a kiss on Claire’s belly.

“Hi Baby. This is your sister, Brianna. I cannot wait to meet you.”

“I’m sure he canna wait to meet ye either.”

Bree looked up at her father, leaning against the door and grinned


She said firmly and Jamie nodded

“He or she. I dinna mind as long as they are less trouble then their older sister.”

He teased, stepping into the room and placing a delicate kiss on the top of Claire’s head before settling himself next to Brianna on the bed.

“Did you get her to eat it all?”

He murmured in his daughter’s ear and Bree nodded almost imperceptibly. Jamie squeezed her shoulder gratefully and Bree’s lip quirked up in a small proud smile.

“I should get up.”

Claire began to push the bedclothes off but a large hand covered her fingers and she looked up to see identical blue eyes giving her identically stern looks.

“Ye are to stay in bed, Sassenach. Dinna make me tell ye twice.”

“Yeah Mama. You need to rest.”

Claire opened her mouth to protest but closed it again. She might have stood a chance against one Fraser, but two … it was a lost cause.The three of them spent the next half an hour talking and catching up on the events of the past few days. Claire and Jamie listened proudly as Bree recited a poem she had written at school and received an actual smile from the school master, a formidable old chap who was slow to praise and quick to scold.

“You must get your gift of language from your father; I was never any good at poetry.”

Claire sighed and Jamie grinned

“I dinna ken about that Sassenach. Ye told me that one about beans being good for the heart…”

“Ha! And even that was cribbed from someone else.”

“I know that one too!”

Bree cried and recited the verse with a theatrical finish, pressing the heels of her hands against her mouth and filling the room with a raspberry before collapsing into giggles.  

“Aye verra good.”

Jamie said dryly and stood up, seizing the back of Bree’s shirt and breeks and lifting her like a drunk about to be thrown from a tavern.

“I think we ought to let ye Mam get some rest.”

“Bye Mama!”

Bree called, still fizzing with mirth as she was carried from the room, Jamie pretending to throw her ahead of him.Claire watched them go and thanked all the God’s she could name for her good fortune in being here with her family, for the love they shared and the joy that filled her soul like a balloon filling up with air. She swung her legs out of bed determined to get up and join the rest of her family.


Jamie’s head poked around the door and Claire looked up at him, still lost in her warm thoughts about her sweet and gentle husband.

“Keep your arse in that bed. I’ll bring ye soup later and if ye dinna eat it, I’ll be shoving my cold fingers down your shift again.”

Claire lay back and sighed. She wouldn’t wish to have him any other way.

Breaking of the Bread- Alfie Solomons

*Gif by @bonniebirdsgifcentre. So I’m going to start spreading out my PB posts now that I’ve officially finished the work I fell behind on fo Peaky Week, but don’t worry. There’s still much more to come! For now though, I have a couple Teen Wolf request I need to fill. I will also be moving back into TVD/TO and possibly even shadowhunters, so be on the lookout. Lastly, I’m fastly approaching 1K followers so when that happens, I already have a super cool Derek series planned, but I have to meet my goal first. Stay on the lookout! xoxox*


Bread. The most common and essential food in the daily life of a Londoner. It was one of the only thing the wealthy and poor ate alike. It was toasted for breakfast and served for supper. You liked your meals, but in your opinion, dessert was the best dish. You had grown up with a severe sweet tooth and ardent parents who would indulge in all your desires since you were there only child. The results of being given what you wanted could have been disastrous, but you think it turned out quite well considering you now owned your own bakery.

After being open for three years, business had steadied and you would even consider it to be going well. Well, enough to put food on the table and allow you to move into an apartment of your own. You found your social- and perhaps romantic life- take a turn for the better as you rung up the evening rush, customers taking goods home for their families and special occasions. You continued going through the motions until I burly pair of hands laid themselves down on the counter.

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but wait

do you remember in season 1 when there’s a flashback to labor day and mallory has her baby at the beach house the day that robert and sol were supposed to come out and bud wakes up on the couch and sees them kissing outside through the french doors?

what if– WHAT IF allison (ugh) winds up having her baby (ugh) on christmas or on the first night of hanukkah and everyone is freaking out and stays at the beach house and one of the kids is sleeping on the couch (pleeeease let it be brianna) and wakes up and sees them outside kissing and/or cuddling (because now they’re both the baby’s grandma and they’re happy and it’s adorable and heartwarming) and brianna starts acting weird around everyone bc she’s the only one who knows her mom is hella gay and it perfectly mirrors the original plot line because the grace & frankie writers love them some robert/sol & grace/frankie parallels 

how perfect would it be????

Worth the Itch

Here’s my submission for this week’s writing prompt from the Wolfstar Introvert Club @introvert-club​. This week’s prompt was:

“Remus and Sirius’ friends are tired of watching them deny their obvious affection for each other, and make it their personal goal to get the two to admit to their feelings.”

Reminder that prompts are posted every Saturday, and are open to everyone. Just be sure to #wolfstar introvert prompt or tag the club so we can find your work!

This story, featuring genderfluid Sirius, is dedicated to @canisconstellation​ who is the sweetest bad ass ever, deserving of all the free milkshakes the world has to offer.

You can read below, or check it out on AO3.

“Prongs, are you going to help me with this or not?” Sirius is scowling as he struggles with sliding the folding table out of the the van, wincing as one end lands heavily on his foot.

“I’m dealing with the inventory.” James is crouched in the back of the van, fussing with the coolers, not caring that Sirius is risking life and limb. The table falls to the pavement with a loud clatter, causing James to look back at Sirius reproachfully. “Ugh, fine. Let me help you before you break something.”

Sirius huffs as he grabs one end of the table and waits for James to make his way slowly out of the van. “Hurry up! We don’t want to keep the customers waiting.”

“The farmer’s market won’t open for another hour, Pads. You just don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” James is smirking as he grabs the other end of the table and lifts, helping Sirius walk it over to the front of the van and pop out the legs.

Sirius rolls his eyes as he sets his end of the table down. “Remus is a customer, Prongs, so no, I don’t want to keep him waiting. And he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Then how’d you know I was talking about him?” James has an irritatingly smug look on his face. Sirius wants to pinch him.

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Sami Zayn x Reader

This is a part of Angst Monday I started with @rabidwrestlingfan

This one his heavily inspired by the songs ‘November Rain’ 'Don’t cry’ by Guns'n'Roses and 'Crash’ by Sum 41


Taglist:  @logandemico @pandoorii @awkward-walking-potato @ilovesamizaynn @dorkyvillain @wwesavedme @princess3733 @spot-of-bother @daydreambelieverx86 @heelturn-timesten @ambrosegirlforever@morgancorbin @eviewatcheswrestling @amaranthine-reign  @cute-face-chubby-waist @theelitevillian  @cynda-kiwi @nickysmum1909 @caramara3@lahey-trash @luchaparasiempre @vixxyvampire@morgunsilver @jeffhardyyyy @hardcorewwetrash 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Nothing lasts forever
We both know hearts can change
We’ve been through this such a long long time
Just tryin’ to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin’ that you were mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin’ don’t refrain

Sometimes I need some time…on my own
Sometimes I need some time…all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there’s no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way

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Can we just talk about how perfect Community’s 6x04 “Queer Studies and Advanced Waxing” is?

Like there’s so much to it, from Chang’s concern that he was only cast as Miyagi because he’s asian, to Abed (canonically recognized as having ASD) having intense empathy for the baby birds (with the wonderfully tragic subtle parallel of his mother having left him when he was young).

But the best part was the amazing discussion of sexuality and it’s complexities.

Dean Pelton has always been assumed as somewhat queer. He is very attracted to Jeff and he often dresses in drag. But sexuality is so much more complicated than just liking boys or girls. There are more than two genders, more than monogamy, more than monosexuality, more than physical attraction, etc etc. And while any kind of positive LGBTQIA representation is awesome, it’s usually something like what the school board tries to do in the episode. They want the Dean to be a neatly packaged, cardboard cut out of the gay white cis male. But that denies so much of who he is and also reduces him to a symbol of how not homophobic they are rather than a complete person.

I cannot get over how well Frankie sums up how problematic this is

“When a person becomes symbolic, they gain symbolic power at the price of independent power.”

Omg. I am obsessed with how perfect that line is. Frankie Dart is my hero. Plus, she subtly comes out to Jeff and the Dean as queer like it ain’t no thing. New fave characacter. 

But most importantly is the vagueness of the Dean’s metaphor. Personally, I took the never ending handkerchief metaphor to mean his sexuality is complex and constantly evolving, while still having some things in common with being straight up gay. Both handkerchiefs and rabbits can be pulled from a hat. But the rabbit is pulled out once and done so it is much simpler, while the handkerchief progresses over time (hence “never ending” handkerchief). Additionally, the rabbit out of a hat is a magic show trope; it is the example non-magicians use as what a magician does (like how heterosexuals only think of queer people as simply gay). Whereas the handkerchief trick, while there is sometimes of an awareness of it, isn’t really as commonly thought about or represented. There’s even a ton of variety within how the handkerchief trick is performed; it doesn’t even have to be out of a hat but can be from a sleeve, mouth, pocket, or behind an audience member’s ear. I think I’m letting this metaphor run away with me, but you get the idea.

I also like that they don’t say what else the Dean is. Because, as Frankie said, your sexuality “is nobody’s business.” The Dean is simply himself. 

Sexuality and gender is a spectrum that extends in a multitude of directions, not just gay or straight. And when we stop having to label and understand something in order to accept it, then we will have truly made progress.


“God, am I glad this job is over. I can’t wait to get the blonde dye out of my hair.”

“Really, Nat? I think it makes you look sexy. Kind of like-”

“If you say Marilyn Monroe, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“What I was going to say is you look like an actress from Hollywood’s golden age.”

“Really? Such as?”

“Grace Kelly, Ginger Rogers, Ingrid Bergman, you know. The really classy ones.”

“Well, aren’t you the sweet talker?”

The redhead smirked in spite of herself. Of course, Steve was right in his assessment of her appearance - although, she suspected that he was also really turned on by her temporary new look. Not that she could blame him for that.

They had been assigned to a SHIELD mission in Zurich, posing as a rich billionaire and his wife on the lookout to purchase diamonds. The diamonds they were looking for in particular were black market goods which were being used as a weapons fund for a terrorist cell in Switzerland.

The mission had gone down without a hitch and Steve and Nat had the op wrapped up neatly in a pretty package - as Natasha liked to call it - for SHIELD, only to learn that their talents were needed on another job asap in Vienna, Austria.

Natasha ran her fingers through her flouncy curls and sighed as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. “I miss my red hair.”

“Well, I miss it, too, but change isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes, it makes you appreciate what you had more so than when you first had it.” Steve rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

“Oh, yeah? Are you saying that you didn’t appreciate my amazing scarlet hair until we started this mission?”

A hearty chuckle came from Steve’s lips and he turned to Natasha with a grin on his face. “No way. I’ve always had a strong appreciation for your red hair. Believe me, I look forward to seeing it again.”

“I’m glad we agree on that.” Natasha ran her fingers over the growth on Steve’s chin and wrinkled her nose. “And I’ll be as equally happy to see you clean shaven sans tattoos. You look so…scruffy.”

Steve chuckled and slid his arm around his girlfriend and pulled her body close to his. He’d just taken a shower and Natasha squealed lightly because he was getting her shirt damp. “Well, don’t worry, babe. I’m shaving the the beard off for our next mission. I miss being fresh faced.”

Natasha smiled and linked her arms around Steve’s neck. “Steve,” she pouted in a mockingly whiny voice, “you’ve gotten me all wet. I’m going to have to dry this outfit, now.”

“That’s fine with me, seeing as how I was planning on taking it off anyway.” The blond smirked and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed.

“Come on, you just got cleaned up and we have to be in Vienna tomorrow afternoon at the latest!” Natasha furrowed her brow at him and tried to sound stern, but the truth was, it had been a full thirty-six hours, twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds -not that she was counting - since they’d last made love.

Needless to say, she was in the mood.

He just plopped her on the bed and tossed the towel from his waist before covering her body with his. Gently, he placed his palm on her stomach and slid it underneath her black top, massaging the soft, turgid bosom that lie in wait. “We’re always on time for these undercover ops. I think it’s only fair that we take a little personal time before jetting off on another mission, don’t you?”

Steve kissed Natasha softly, his hand going behind her neck to rub the special sensitive spot that he knew was one of her e zones.

She moaned in response and flipped their positions, adjusting herself so that she was sitting on top of him. She tickled her fingers up and down his chest, damn near purring in excitement. “I can’t argue with that. There’s just something kinky about the two of us together like this, not looking as ourselves.”

“I think so, too. Maybe we should invest in roleplay.”

“Noted for future reference, but less talking, more loving.”

“Yes, ma'am.”


I love these two.❤️🇺🇸🕷
Claymore [Ignis/Fem!Reader] Prelude: The Beginning of the End Part 2

I don’t have a gif for this one… :/ Good news, I’m done with my difficult finals, so I’m free to resume writing again! (*Throws hands up and it starts raining confetti!!) This bit is shorter than the last, but it didn’t feel right to write beyond this. Next bit will have some more Ignis!

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey howdy ho I love your blog and I was uh wondering if it would be possible if we could get some hc for a sick s/o with Fukuzawa, Dazai and/ or Kinikida if it's not too much to ask

sure thing, partner


  • Everyone responds differently to being sick. In this case, his s/o loves being around someone but at times his s/o takes on the werewolf approach. He comes home to find a trail of food leading to a locked room and faint sounds coming from what he assumes is Netflix. A few days later his s/o emerges healthy, wearing ripped clothing.
  • Kissing, cuddling, and other forms of body contact are to be expected from him even though his s/o protests the idea of close proximity physical contact. If he wants to test fate and partake in some fever-induced spooning, that’s on him.
  • As his s/o lies down/huddles in the fatal position, he just surrounds them with things that they like.
  • He sends at least 20 texts a day just to check up on his s/o when he’s at work. A simple text of ‘hi how are you feeling?’ or a ‘can I get you anything?’ Can really go a long way!


  • With the weather like it is and with how many people have been getting sick at the agency lately, he’s sure at some point or another his significant other would eventually get sick too. It’s that time of the season again which he brings out his carefully organised ultimate care package from the depths of the locked cabinet.
  • It’s no surprise to his s/o that he had thought of everything for times like these. EVERTHING. From tissues to vapour rub, it’s all in that neatly packed care package. Who needs to visit the local pharmacy anymore when he’s around?
  • He brought along comfy socks and footies this time? Damn he’s good. Extra brownie points for him.
  • Offers to do the dishes. So simple but so underrated. Do you realise how many bowls and coffee mugs you go through all day when you’re sick? On top of that you literally have no energy to clean up all the dishes you messed up today. He’s a saviour.


  • He finds it astonishing how his s/o had a 30 minute long debate with him about not showing up at work today just so they could go lay their head on his lap all day despite almost collapsing from exhaustion.
  • Foot rubs are always great when sick. Or any kind of rub. His s/o personally likes to lay their head on his lap and have him pet their head till he eventually soothes them to sleep or just while watching tv.
  • His s/o loves having someone around to keep them company. Since he can’t be glued to her side 24/7 he just sticks around as long as can and returns with a warm bowl of soup to make up for his absence.
  • He asks his s/o directly if they need any help dealing with any pains but if they say no, he stays out. He figures that he probably wants the same level of distance and privacy when he isn’t feeling too well himself. 

It feels great to be back writing again! Did anyone miss me? 

keepgrowingkeepchanging  asked:

Hi! I'm considering becoming vegan and was interested in reasons to be vegan/ways to get started from your perspective? Thank you!

Hey that’s awesome you’re considering going vegan! Thanks for the great question :)

We all say we’re against animal cruelty, so if there was a way for us to continue to eat in a way that eliminated this, without compromising the taste of our food and health I would be pretty keen to jump on board! Many people don’t agree with the ethical argument of veganism, but I know if I was ever presented with a knife and any animal, whether it be a dog, fish, chicken, pig, cow, calf, turkey…I would never be able to bring myself to take that animal’s life. Because of this, I would not feel comfortable paying someone do to this on my behalf so all I am confronted with at the grocery store is a neatly packaged, sanitised piece of meat. I have learned that there is such an unbelievable amount of suffering that goes into the production of a slab of cheese, a carton of milk, even a free range chicken’s egg, that my previous arguments revolving around taste, convenience, habit and tradition sound meek in comparison. There has never been a better time to go vegan in the developed world, we have plant-milks, tofu and an abundance of beans and lentils. Plants form the fundamental basis of all food chains, if you’re a plant-based omnivore; it you’re an adaptable generalist in that sense, you can easily get all the nutrients you need by eating a varied, whole foods, plant-based diet. Not only do you do less harm to animals, but you do less harm to plants inadvertently as well as so much of the plant-material an animal consumes throughout their lifetime is wasted in bodily functions-you put so much grain and feed in and only get so much out. You will do less harm to all life forms by going vegan, and it’s such an efficient and direct way to source the nutrients you need and fuel yourself. It can never hurt to be kind.

I’ve always liked to think I’m quite an environmentally conscious person, I recycled, I took 30 second showers, I used reusable bags at the supermarket, my family grew a lot of our food, I lived my entire childhood without a family car and cycled and walked basically everywhere I went. I grew up in Brisbane, Queensland, and I remember we had a terrible, terrible drought. It was scary; I took 30 second showers but I had no idea of the impact of me eating meat once or twice a day had on Queensland’s situation at the time, I had no idea that the production of 1 pound of meat is equivalent to not shower for 6 months. The environmental impact you have by going vegan is huge. By going vegan you can save 1.5 tonnes of CO2 every year. The meat, egg and dairy industry accounts for 65% of the world’s nitrous oxide emissions, animal agriculture produces more greenhouse gases than the entire world’s transportation industry combined, the production of 1 calorie of animal protein requires on average 11 times as much fossil fuels as that of plant protein, raising animals for food uses 30% of the world’s land mass, a varied vegan diet uses only 1/3 of the land required for the food production of a typical Western diet and there are

if you’re being selfless in this sense, you wouldn’t necessarily expect anything in return, but there are so many health and aesthetic benefits to being vegan. The foods you eat are nutrient dense, predominantly alkaline, and unlike many animal products, are not linked to disease. The only diet that has been shown to reverse type 2 diabetes is a whole foods, plant-based diet. This sounds a bit superficial, but it’s pretty effortless for me to now maintain my weight. I’m able to eat until I’m full and satiated as you can eat larger portions when you’re eating predominantly whole, plant foods. I don’t feel as groggy or sleepy after I eat, I’m still full, but I feel lighter and more energised. Being vegan is also cheap; the cheapest foods in the grocery store like rice, beans, vegetables, pasta, noodles, bread, oats, bananas, apples etc. are vegan. Vegan food is so delicious, and it’s so fun to discover new foods and recipes you probably wouldn’t have given a chance before :) I mean I didn’t even know what buddha bowls were, never tried a black bean burger or soy ice cream, falafel, banana nice cream, chia puddings, never gave dark chocolate a chance…basically there is so much good food and CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THEY DID NOT TEACH US HOW TO MAKE NICE CREAM IN PRESCHOOL

I went vegan gradually, I think it took be about 3 months. I cut out red meat and swapped dairy milk for plant-milk alternatives (I gave them all a try-oat, almond, soy, cashew, rice, hazelnut, coconut, my personal favourite right now is vanilla almond milk). It wasn’t a matter so much of me “cutting things out” I just focused on eating more fresh fruits and vegetables, more curries, more rice, more lentil soup etc. and overtime as I found more and more dishes I liked, there wasn’t any room for animal products on my plate :)

anonymous asked:

clexa scene - back in Polis, Lexa gives Clarke charcoals and paper after noticing her draw in the dirt with a stick when they took breaks on the horse ride back from Arkadia

It was their 5th day back in Polis after they had gone to Arkadia with the body of the Ice Queen. Most of Clarke’s people welcomed them and celebrated the justice that had been brought to them. Many even approached Lexa at the dinner they held and spoke with her. 

There were small pockets of people who openly showed their distain for having Grounder’s behind Arkadia’s walls. They saw them all as equal. The body that burned in the large fire was the same as the Commander who had ended her life. 

Pike was the most vocal about Lexa’s presence in Arkadia. He continued to ask pointed questions about Lexa’s sleeping accommodations and how long she expected to be with them. 

When the time came to finally depart Clarke made the choice to go back to Polis and continue to serve as her people’s Ambassador. Her mother did not seem pleased with her decision, but as always Abby would support her daughter no matter where life took them. 

On the ride back Lexa and Clarke were quiet. Clarke could almost hear Lexa’s mind churning thoughts about her time in Arkadia. How long could she let another rouge clan defy her at every turn? Clarke knew she had some pull with Lexa, but that, like Lexa’s patience for the Sky Crew was wearing thin. 

They stopped a handful of times along the way. Clarke found herself picking up long sticks and tracing the scenery. It calmed her to draw and escape into the thin lines she dug into the dirt. 

Every so often she would look up to see Lexa watching her carefully. Following her hand movements as they sketched the high peaks and twisted river into the soil. 

By the time they made it back to the city there entire party was exhausted and Clarke was looking forward to her large bed that waited for her on one of the top floors. 

“Goodnight Clarke.” Lexa smiled at her after their elevator ride up to the top of the tower. 

“Goodnight Heda.” Clarke responded, careful now that they were back in the capital to follow etiquette when addressing Lexa. Though nothing could stop the small smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth or the heat that crept up the back of her neck. 

Now it had been nearly a week and both Clarke and Lexa had kept the same night routine. Lexa would find a reason to walk Clarke up to her room and say goodnight. Clarke would fight the urge to invite Lexa into her room. The last thing she wanted was to give Titus another reason to hate her. 

On the fifth night Clarke waited by the elevator as she did every night for Lexa to come around the corner and share the ride with her. Their hands would brush and sometimes linger if they had the chance to be alone. Not many words were spoken, it was more just being able to be together. 

Clarke craned her neck to see if she could spot Lexa coming down the hall, but it was deserted. After 10 more minutes Clarke decided Lexa had been held up and grudgingly took the elevator up to her room. 

Clarke got out of the elevator and turned to walk toward her room. Something stopped her short, a small package wrapped neatly and place right in front of the large door leading to Clarke’s chambers. 

She took small steps as she walked closer to the package. She saw there was a note attached to the top of the brown paper that covered the gift. 

Clarke bent down and picked up the present. She looked from one side of the hall to the other, she was alone. She pulled the note off of the box and opened it. 


Your drawings deserve to be seen by more than the wild life. You’re talent is enchanting. 


Clarke’s breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the sloping letters of Lexa’s handwriting. It was delicate and beautiful. Clarke read the note again before unwrapping the present. 

Once again Clarke’s breathing caught as she let the small metal tin fall into her hand. It was filled with charcoal sticks and chunks of rubber. There was also a small pad of loose parchment with a large ‘C’ emblazoned on front. 

“I hope you like it.” Lexa’s voice scared her, she hadn’t heard her come up behind her. She spun around and nearly dropped the tin. 

“I do, very much.” Clarke smiled warmly. “I’m-I’m glad I got to see you tonight.” She confessed, her fingers nervously tracing the ‘C’ on the pad. 

“Me too.” Lexa gave her a smile in return. 

“Do you want to come in?” Clarke asked, not wanting to stop herself this time. Lexa was right there standing in front of her and all she wanted was to look at her a little longer. 

Lexa’s expression registered just the smallest amount of shock. She quickly nodded and started walking toward Clarke. 

Clarke opened her door and let Lexa walk in first. She looked one last time at the present in her arms. She already knew what she wanted her first drawing to be. She could only hope she would be able to capture the beauty. 

Christmas in the city of love


(y/n) and Harry spend Christmas in Paris and have very special gifts for each other.

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