otp: she came here with me

Wishful thinking...

Thea: So Oliver, how did Felicity trick you into coming to the loft after work for your surprise party? 

*Felicity wrings her hands awkwardly* 

Oliver (smiles): She didn’t have to trick me. 

Curtis: Oh my God, she didn’t have to because you just came home after work because you totally live here. You are back together!  My OTP has risen! I didn’t even have to spring for wine and Chinese food this time. 

I just wanna be by your side, here’s hoping we collide…

For @lolakasa !!
Simultaneously my first art trade ever (with my favorite artist ever ahh!!) and first ever Eremika fanart! Thank you so much Dani for encouraging me and my art, and for being such a great friend! This was super fun and I hope we can do it again sometime ❤ !

In the absence of news I’ve been doing a lot of talking with @jessiecrimefighter   Lots of spec and how we can see things playing out with Fitzsimmons in the coming season.

Something many of us struggled with in the aftermath of last season, myself included, was that all that horror and pain of the Framework, all that separation for Fitzsimmons, and the lack of ‘moments’ all season never paid off.  All season we’d been told that their relationship would be the reward we were waiting for, we just needed to be patient.   

But as the dust has settled here and I’ve been able to really process things a bit better…we actually did get quite the finish for Fitzsimmons.  Was it what we wanted, no.  The fandom for the most part was wanting happy tear  filled reunions, kisses, and maybe just maybe a marriage proposal.  What we got was much more subtle but actually pretty huge. 

The Return has become one of those episodes I can watch over and over again.  Its easily one of my favorites.  So lets talk about just how epic things were on the Fitzsimmons front and in true Fitzsimmons form, it was more of those quiet little moments.  

In a meta a few days ago @jessiecrimefighter pointed out that 21 was very much about choice and what one does with it.  That alone is a massive meta in its own right.  

But if we just look at what Fitz did when he got his agency back in terms of his relationship with Jemma.

The FIRST thing Fitz had control over once he was out of the Framework was what he put on.  AIDA kidnapped him seconds after he was out, drug him around until settling on the Love Nest she’d built for them, and he put on a purple top.  No doubt AIDA had quite the wardrobe for him, after all this was where they were going to start their lives together. 

AOS has always used costumes and colors, especially with Fitzsimmons, to help tell the story.   White is a color of healing, romance, and new beginnings for Jemma.  While Blue was a color of calming for Fitz.  Purple…has been Fitzsimmons power couple color.  So the VERY first thing Fitz chose was their color.  His first act of free will in a way was to choose her.  

This act re enforced later in the episode with the epic “For Her,”.

Fitz’s fear was that he’d lost Jemma forever due to The Doctors actions in the Framework.  And we saw very quickly, were even told, that wasn’t the cast at all.  Jemma’s fear was that AIDA had succeeded in stealing him from her and taking his heart.  Their biggest fear was still losing each other forever physically and emotionally.

Originally posted by 74flawsasofyesterday

Did we get a season full of kisses, bed cuddles, and things that made us outwardly swoon.  No.  Does it make up for the absolute gut punch that was the Framework.  For many, likely no.  

  • Based on one of Mallory’s con answers I do think I was right and they originally intended on doing something else in the Framework, it was still going to be dark and awful…but maybe not as dark as we went.  I still think my gut that it was Radcliffe that would take Fitz as his son and twist him is close.  But, they were so impressed with Mallory they went the Madame Hydra route.  For me, Fitz was going to go dark in there, going to be forced to do bad things, and Jemma was not going to be able to wake him up.  That was the plan all along.  As was our ‘reward’ in 21.

We still ended the season with a big “reward’ .  Fitzsimmons unlocked a epic level OTP achievement here this Season in that there is NO QUESTION that they love each other nor the lengths they will go to try to get the other back…even if they don’t always succeed in the actual saving.  We have the bonus that marriage is on the table and she will say yes. They had SO much go wrong, things that could have ruined a lesser relationship, and they came through it together.  

Its totally okay if you disagree with me here.  I do see how the writers really did think they had given us what we wanted.  Between what we had in 20 and 21 where each one affirmed their love for the other in the face of desperate odds and beautiful reunion hugs in the pod. To the Little Moments (we literally had something nearly every episode).

  1. We should build a place to get away, lingering hand holds, and bed cuddles.
  2. Fitzsimmonsing in the lab/cue Jemma gasping
  3. They both had HUGE hero moments separately and you don’t have to live in the shadows anymore.
  4. Love Nest shopping, casual “I Love You’s,”, “The Look”, and The Lean tm with I prefer a Classical Beauty.
  5. “The Look” pt 2 and fight
  6. Fitz losing is crap because he couldn’t get ahold of Jemma.
  7. Everyone ships them, everyone knows how much they mean to each other, ‘she’s out there all alone and I’m gone”, and glorious reunion hugs.
  8. Fitzsimmonsing in the lab, working together, comforting touches (cue creeper AIDA), double shot, and couch cuddles.
  9. Fitz made the electric bobbi pin and no one can tell me otherwise.  But yes there was a distinct lack of moments here.
  10. Fitzsimmonsing in the lab, sassing Talbot, and The Lean tm part two with adorable flirting.  
  11. KISS (short kiss but dang it it was the first one in forever), fight, protective get away from him Jemma with Dadcliffe.
  12. Has to be one of my top eps.  Fitzsimmonsing in the lab, backstory, protective/supportive Jemma, face grab kisses, adoring looks, and more Fitzsimmonsing.
  13. Fitzsimmonsing in the lab and in the field.  Supporting new step dad Mace and don’t get yourself killed hugs.
  14. Supportive Jemma, hand holds, Davis bit (rip Davis), and more scared hand holds.
  15. THE FEELS!  Protectiveness, more feels, oh god more feels, Fitz wants to propose, Jemma wants to say yes, more feels, I can’t think without Fitz, this is not where your story ends, and Jemma going to get her man back.  
  16. Jemma dug herself out of the grave…and yeah we don’t talk about the rest.
  17. His name is Leopold James Fitz and I love him.   And for good measure more feels.  
  18. Jemma driven to get to him and AIDA driven to make sure that didn’t happen.  
  19. AIDA pretty much confirms she’s took Fitz for herself here to Daisy.
  20. No matter what Jemma would not say that she meant nothing to him.  
  21. My love for will never fade, only room in his heart for her, and the most beautiful reunion hug ever.  Oh and the evil robot thought what they had was so amazing she tried to steal it for herself.
  22. FItzsimmonsing…kinda, decoy Fitzsimmons, and AMEN!

Theirs is a forever love.

anonymous asked:

helooo, could you hint me to good Sam/Jack fic? i finished reading "the dreams we left behind" which i saw you shared a couple of days ago on here and i kinda figured you're the right person to ask for more? thxxxx

I bet you thought you were asking me a simple question with a simple answer, right Anon? Ha! I am generally incapable of brief answers. If a normal person would write three paragraphs, I will probably write three pages. That’s why this ask took me so long to answer. I’ve been working on this post on and off for weeks!

So…I might be able to point you in the direction of a few good Sam/Jack fics. ;-) Check my Stargate fic rec tag, for starters…

And now, FINALLY, here is a superlong list of my favorite Sam/Jack authors and stories, in no particular order. Note that for every one of these authors, I recommend pretty much anything they’ve written; the stories I mention here are my favorites.

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  • Afya: What happened?
  • Elias: Well, um, first she told me she thought my scims were cool, and then, uh, we had a little, um... eye contact.
  • Afya: Eye contact?
  • Elias: Mm-hmm.
  • Afya: Wow. I hope you were using protection.
Prompt time; Drunk phoebe sends Max a text and soon regrets it

Hey guys so I just posted a prompt on here and I’m re posting it so its on my page and not just a reblog. I really tried and hope it came out somewhat decent. Anyway, here it is again. Let me know what you guys think on THIS post. The print is from OTP prompts “Person A has a crush on Person B and drunk texts them then the next day trys to get person B’s phone to erase the text. This is my take on it with a twist

Word count : I have no fucking clue lol

The morning sun shone through the blinds, Illuminating the room awakening her out of a deep sleep. Her head pounding, the room still spinning. She quenches her extreme thirst with the big cup of water sitting on the nightstand to the right. She throws a pillow over her face blocking out the sun, tossing and turning hoping to fall back asleep, to no avail. “Ugh fine I’m up I’m up!” She groggily sits up accepting the sun rays of defeat.

Reaching for her phone she checks the messages and notifications until she comes across a text she sent to someone last night, clicking and opening said text her eyes grow wide at the realization. “Oh shit!”

Last nights events came peering back through her mind, what she hoped would be a blur like water on ink suddenly came back clear in full. She had made the biggest mistake of her life.

She was a good girl, always did the right thing (most of the time), and never really got into too much trouble that was her other half’s job. Her night started out like any other, she went to her besties, they met up with the guys, then things got intoxicating.

Oyster walks in 36 pack in hand. “let the party begin.” he smiles opening the box passing them around. She didn’t want to be an outcast, and maybe she was a little curious about the taste. “You’re gonna drink? you do know that’s beer, as in alcohol right?” Her annoying womb mate questions shocked to see Phoebe of all people with a cold beer in her hand. “shut up Max, I am very aware of what it is and I wanted to try it. Can’t be a good girl forever.” She lowers her eyes seductively using his signature facial expression against him before taking a drink catching him by surprise among other things he may or may not have felt. “Alright,” he puts his arms up surrendering to her answer. “cheers.”
he smirks raising his beer to her. She rams her can into his “cheers” she smiles before finishing her first of many drin.

The group sat around still drinking beers and having a good time catching a nice buzz talking nonsense. They door opens in comes the foreign drummer of their former band followed by the overly hormonal engraged keyboard player, do I even have to say his name? “Wolfgang!” announcing himself holding a handle of some other type of alcoholic beverage. “You guys ready to get giddy?” he wiggles his eyebrows smiling creepyly. “Trust me no ones getting giddy tonight, we’re getting fucked up my friend.” Max smacks his shoulder moving past him grabbing the bottle from him.

One beer turned into 2 turned into 3, ending in a handle of rum and a room full of plastered teenagers.

Re entering the room with shot glasses in hand. the alcholol starts pouring, She brings the small glass to her lips studying the dark liquid inside and getting a wiff that tingles her nose. “Dont smell it just drink it ” he instructs her. Complying she gulps it down as the others do. The rum burns it’s way down esophagus into her stomach. A warm sensation taking over. Suddenly she became hot and dizzy. She was drunk.

The night went on, shots continued until she could no longer see straight. she stumbles down the dark hallway, she runs into someone along the way. “Pheebs you okay?” He asks her with genuine concern. “Yeah yeah I’m fine I just,” she heaves unable to finish her sentence rushing into the bathroom where she empties the contents of her stomach falling to her knees. He follows behind pulling her hair back “that’s it just let it out” he awkwardly rubs a hand on her back. “Went a little overboard tonight huh?” She laughs. “I just wanted to have fun and let loose for once” she responds before putting her face back in the toilet. “You’re never gonna let me live this down are you?” She stands to her feet facing him. “If you play your cards right I just might.” She stares blankly. “Kidding, don’t worry this happens to everyone it’s not a big deal. He smiles. she smiles back.

They stay frozen in place, looking into each others eyes until he breaks the silence. “Uh, we should probably get back out there, and I I promised Allison I’d call her.” hearing that name pierced her heart in a way she couldn’t even explain. “oh yeah, yeah let’s go.” She proceeds to walk with him. “Actually, you know what you go ahead I’ll be out in a few minutes realizing she needed to clean up before leaving the bathroom. “You sure?” He felt an all of a sudden need to be with her. “ yeah I’ll be fine.” She smiled. “Okay if you’re not out in 5 minutes I’m coming back.” he walked off.

She stands in front of the sink looking at her reflection before her. Rinsing her mouth a face before heading back out in the living room. The “party” ended and everyone was passed out, everyone except her.

Unable to sleep she grabs her phone until she lands on a contact, she hits the text button and begins typing, sober thoughts takeover her drunken mind.

Heyy, youbpronably aren’t awake, but I just wanted to say thanks for helping me earlier
I didn’t get to tell you before bevaue you just had to call your little girlfriend why are you even with her to begin with? She’s a lunatic and you don’t even see her mosft of the time. she droesn’t need you like I do, she doesn’t love you like I do. I know I’ve never said it because how the hell can I? I love you Max like love love you. More than she ever couldd its unfair to hidge my feelinhs ncjfk. I’m sorry if I’m being rude I just really wanted you to knoe.

Once she hit send there was no turning back. she passed out as soon as her hands released her phone.

*End of flashback*

“Omg no no no I have to get his phone!” She jumped out of the bed, running down the hallway looking for him only to see him asleep sprawled out half way off the couch and on the floor. She tried using her telekenisis to get his phone, but he was laying on it. She hovered over him trying to reach for it. Stirring in his sleep
Her eyes widen, brows scrunch together as he grabs her in the process, holding her tight in his arms grinning in his sleep stroking her hair. she trys to reach for his phone seeing the message icon and lets out a sigh of relief.

Trying break free of his grip she squeezes her eyes shut hoping he was still Asleep which he was, but not for long. He woke up with her nearly on top of him. “Phoebe, what the hell are you doing?!” He didn’t let her go. “I uhh, well I was trying to get your phone cause I I thought it was mine, yeah I can’t find it must have lost it last night have you seen it?” nice going phoebe that’s real believable she thought to herself. “You thought this was your phone? Why would I have your phone?” He was confused not to mention still trying to wake up. Realizing he was still holding her waist he quickly let go. “Sorry” he rubbed his hand over his face. “Its okay” she blushed looking away.

The remainder of the day she would glance over whenever he was on his phone hoping he still didn’t see her text. She sits on the swing in the backyard not knowing what to do. Feeling the swing shift she looks to her left to see someone sitting next to her. “Hey, what are you doing back here? And when the hell did we even get this thing? He looks up at the bars above their heads.

“Max what would you do if you made a huge mistake and there was no way to fix it?” She finally spoke in desperation. “Hmm depends what the mistake was,” he answered. his eyes lit up at what she had said
“what’d you do?” He smiles excitedly asking almost in a sing song tone. “Well, I can’t exactly tell you let’s just say it will change everything if a certain someone finds out, and I dont know if I can face that.” her stomach was in knots could also be the hangover, but the problem she was facing definitely had been to blame.

They stayed silent for a few moments until he came to a realization; He knew. “Well I guess I would face the situation head on, maybe talk to the person or use the brain melt that will solve your problem.” he mentally smacked himself for basically giving her the idea to erase his memory. Way to go Max. “On second thought, the brain melt’s a bad idea don’t do that.” He quickly changed his response.

“ I can’t talk to yo- THEM about it, it will ruin everything and I just I’m such an idiot, he will hate me forever and, wait why do you care? Why are you even talking to me about this shouldn’t you be with Allison? I mean you didn’t see her last night or the night before that or-” He grabs her face in his hands, his lips cut her off. their mouths open and close over, under, and against each others moving perfectly in sync she puts her hand on his arm, moving closer he slowly slides his tounge in her mouth, she mimicks his actions tilting her head slightly to the right, their tounges dance in each others mouths,the push and pull of the kiss like waves of the ocean, the feeling of pure ecstasy rushes through their bodies as the kiss deepened. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth tugging slightly, his for head resting against her, his gaze falling into her big dark brown Irises. Her lips recaptured in his milliseconds later. A loud smack escapes their separating lips.

“Wait, Max we can’t do this” she breathed heavily. ‘Here we go’ he thought to himself rolling his eyes. “What about Allison?” She finished. Not what he was expecting he thought for sure the words following would be of what they are doing is wrong, and blah blah, typical phoebe but damn was he wrong. She wanted it just as much as he did. She was even the first to say it. “I broke up with her last night ” he played a piece of her hair. “You did?” she was shocked to say,the least. “Mhmm” He nodded his head. “Why?” Never did she think Max would have broken up with his girlfriend who had been crazy about. “Well, she’s a Lunatic, I don’t even see her most of the time, and she doesn’t love me like you do.” He spoke softly knowing exactly what he was doing. Her eyes widend, slightly horrified that he had in fact seen her slurred text from the night before.

“Plus it’s unfair for you to hidge your feelings.” He playfully adds leaning in smiling into her lips “shut up” she smacks his arm lightly smiling back until their lips met again.

Well there it is guys, only took 3 ½ hours lol. I added a twist and changed up the ending a bit I’m going to post the other ending to see which one works better. Hope you liked it.

SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

MorPhine (with my wife, @agentdelphine). That was what got me into RPing Jack in the first place, then she and I came here to hang out and make friends who also RPed OW. A lot of the thread ideas I write with other people, she and I have done before, so we have to work at new ideas.  xD

Most fluff, humor, angst. He likes just being with the other person, so shippy stuff is usually very affectionate, everyday stuff because when the hell does he have time for that as Strike Commander? He doesn’t, so he guards that kind of time fiercely.

Me as the writer, I don’t care. My dad is married to a woman twenty-two years younger than he is and has kids with her. They’re happy, sane people, and the girls are good & smart, so don’t pull ‘age gap is gross’ crap on me. It works in real life. Jack’s limit seems to be roughly twenty-five years, but even that’s not a good measure. 

For example, fifty-five year old Soldier: if he ran into a mature, thoughtful person around thirty and they got on in a romantic way, he’d go for it. For him, it’s not so much age as it is dynamic. Some people relate to him as a father figure, regardless of age, and those are the people that would make him uncomfortable to ship with.

Kinda? I mean, it’s easier when it just works on its own and you’re not forcing it to fit. So I’m more apt to go for that kind of easy interaction.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:  Idk, I guess somewhere around the genitals being groped and exposed.

ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼: I’m demi and that affects how I view ships and shipping. My use of ‘ship’ is typically ‘significant relationship’, good or bad. Some ships figure prominently in his life, but are painful, hostile, or insanely romantic. It’s possible for Jack to love deeply, affectionately, and intensely, but for the ship to lack romantic and/or sexual elements (on his end, can’t speak for others).
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  • otp: i would have given everything i had to be with him
  • otp: do you have any idea what it was like for me to see you with her
  • otp: i see you again and it cuts me up inside
  • otp: in all those years no one ever mattered, not like she did
  • otp: i came here because you were in danger
  • otp: i just wanted to make sure she was all right
  • otp: i can stay in town as long as you want
  • otp: how's forever
  • otp: i just wanna bask
  • otp: shoulder to shoulder, i'm yours
  • otp: i can't risk you
  • otp: ours is a forever love

I’m at McDonald’s. I set my desktop when I left the table to go to the ladies room. When I returned one of the ladies who works here wiping down tables (and with whom I’ve become friendly) came over to say: I don’t want to be nosy, but who are the two hotties on your computer?

I was like, well let me tell you! They’re from a show I watch called *cringe* Teen Wolf. She was like, oh, my sister watches that!

This is my background wallpaper: Still With Hearts Beating by midnightgirl

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CS AU - The Librarian

Killian Jones, the Librarian, has spent most of his tenure working alone. When Belle hires his new Guardian, former police captain Emma Swan, the two immediately clash. The time they don’t spend ignoring one another is dedicated to arguing.

After separating from each other on a quest to reclaim the namesake of Captain Hook, Emma overhears the Lost Boys planning to ambush the Librarian and use him for their own mischief. As much as he annoys her, Emma takes her job as his Guardian seriously, and sets out to find him.

She discovers Killian just before the Lost Boys have him cornered, and startles their ambush. Together, they fight off the Lost Boys. When Killian demands to know why she came back, she merely says, “Because I’m your Guardian. Because it was the right thing to do.” With the tentative bonds of trust forming between them, they set out for the Jolly Roger.

Prompt: YAY! Lokane! Jane getting lost on her way back to her room in the Asgard Imperial and walking in on Loki in a wonderful state of undress.

(eheheh >:])

note: for the purpose of this drabble…this is set before Thor 2 and Thor takes Jane to visit Asgard and Loki is more so on house arrest than in the prison.


Jane Foster…astrophysicist and creator of the Foster theory…was lost.

All within her first day in Asgard, she managed to lose the map given to her by Thor, leaving it in the banquet hall after dinner ended. She realized her mistake after Thor bid her goodnight. Jane assumed she could find her way back to her quarters without any assistance.

She was wrong.

Jane felt too embarrassed to ask guards who passed her for directions…and she was too stubborn to give up. 

She knew truthfully she was nowhere closer to her room as she was two hours ago when she began. She felt like stomping on the ground like a five year old. Darcy would be banging her head against the walls by now.

“Alright…stay calm,” Jane mumbled, “It’s getting dark…but you can do this…if you can hit the Norse god of thunder with your RV twice…you can get back to your damn room on your own.”

Turning the corner of what seemed like the twentieth hallway…Jane stopped herself short. Odin, deep in thought, was walking in the direction where she stood.

Jane panicked and back tracked her steps before he could see her. Perhaps it was her pride or her exhaustion finally getting to her, but Jane did not want to have to admit her lost state to the king.

Jane looked around for a hiding place. She would have hidden behind the columns, but there were none in sight. Rushing to the closest door in the hall, she pulled on its brass handle, slipped inside, and closed the door as quietly as she could.

She leaned her forehead on the door, allowing herself a moment of rest and to slow her breathing.

“It is impolite to enter one’s chamber unannounced,” a baritone voice spoke from behind her.

Jane’s eyes snapped open.

A collection of colorful words came to her mind.

The other presence in the room stood in silence, waiting for her to face him.

Biting her lip, Jane turned around from the comfort of looking at the door.

Her mouth dropped and her lips formed the shape of an “o.”

Loki was leaning against one of the columns of his four poster bed….nude from the waist up. He had to have come from a bath because he held a washcloth and his hair was still wet.  His pants hung low below his hip bones, allowing Jane could observe the full view of his torso. She imagined him to have a sickly form…but she was very mistaken. Although Loki was not a match to the physique of his brother…his pale skin was cut and defined giving him a toned, athletic look. Even the dimmed torchlight, she could see him observing her intently. His look and  state of dress made the moment feel far too intimate for Jane.

He smirked. “Like what you see?” He said, tossing the towel to his bed.

Jane felt her face redden to the shade of a tomato, and she suddenly found the marbled floor to be very fascinating. “U-um..sorry…I..I didn’t know…t-this was your room.”

“Hmm…Looking for my brother then?” He asked suggestively. “At this hour of the night?”

The innuendo he was hinting at came across loud and clear. She glared at him. “I got lost after dinner, and I can’t find my way back to my room.”

"How awful,” He replied with his words laced in sarcasm.

“You concern is so heart warming,” Jane countered.

“You could always stay here until you recall your way…” He suggested inching his way closer to her. His eyes raked over her, making her skin crawl and tingle at the same time.

Jane’s blush returned and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll pass.”

They stared at each other, waiting for the one of them to make the next move.

His smile shone brightly in torch light, and he broke the silence. “Then…pray tell me…why are you still here?”

Jane opened her mouth but nothing but air came out. She reached blindly behind her back for the door handle. With a tug, the door popped open.

“Sweet dreams, Miss Foster.” Loki said with a small bow and the same brash smile.

Jane managed a nod and slipped through the door back into the corridor. 

She thought she could hear his chuckle  as she walked away from his room with her flushed cheeks and racing heart.

'I dreamed of you,' he said.

Jaime & Brienne Appreciation Week

           Day 1 - Moment you fell in love

“Ser Jaime?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but … you were well away. Why come back?”

A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.

That up there was the moment yours truly realized she was well and truly fucked as far as this ship went - I had been heavily considering it long before this line happened, but that was what cemented it and made me go from ‘I like them a lot’ to ‘well darn it OTP MATERIAL HERE’, and so I figured that since it was the day one theme, I could try and do some meta-ing about it. Then I figured that since Jaime is not the only one having interesting dreams about Brienne but the reverse is also valid, I could do some meta-ing on both instances. So what you’re getting here is a) me blathering about the line above, b) me blathering about the actual dream, c) me blathering about the three times Brienne dreams of Jaime in AFFC. Which is going to amount to, how I think this whole having dreams about each other business is totally one of reasons there’s a very high chance they’ll be a thing because it’s written in the ‘they love each other or if they don’t they will’ sense, but I digress. Cut because it’s really long. /o\

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What just completely shatters my mind about this episode is that I vividly recall seeing it on first run. It wasn’t just some guest spot that I blinked and missed and totally forgot about until I discovered she had been in it, years later.

I had actual thoughts about this character from the moment she appeared on screen, that immediately came flooding back to me as soon as I put it together that that was Melissa. They weren’t entirely positive, admittedly. I remember being kind of put off by the way they styled her hair and makeup and wardrobe and thinking it it didn’t seem to suit her. But I find it interestingly odd that I should have cared at ALL about this one-scene guest character.

GIFing that one scene, however, made me realize why I couldn’t help being drawn to her face back then. She has this almost subliminal way of managing to insert dozens of little tiny facial expressions, that totally disarm you and melt your heart, into just a few seconds of screen time. Even if you never consciously realize why you feel that way.

And why by the end of the scene, I kind of liked her even though she was intruding on my OTP (of that season) and was essentially the Tobin of that episode.

She just came across so sweet and genuine that she made you kind of wish he had taken her up on the offer to come over to her place and fall asleep watching tv. I may be rewriting my memories here but I think I had that actual thought at the time.

But you know, even though it was brief it still makes me giddy with joy to know that that sad feeling I’ve always had about her - that I never got to know her when she was “Baby Mel”; that I missed decades of her life, wasn’t entirely true. Because she was there in my mind all along.

Elevator Games

ba-sing-saying here is your 3k fic RRS giveaway prize! This idea came to me so quickly, I wanted to publish it as soon as possible!

The prompt is “OTP stuck in an elevator.” It ended up being half meet cute, half “oh dear god Lucy is a little freaked out by stuck elevators.”

When Maka slipped on her fire engine red high heels that morning, she told herself it was because they made her feel unstoppable, powerful. They were so vibrant, sleek, and dare she say it, sexy that Maka could not help but walk with the confidence and venom of a black widow spider. They were her “forged in Mount Doom to conquer the corporate world” shoes. They were her “don’t make a Wizard of Oz joke or I’ll step on your face” shoes.

And they were not at all for the benefit of Cute Elevator Guy.

Her office building was a whopping 28 stories, and despite the sheer volume of people and the astronomical improbability of seeing anyone more than once in one of the ten available elevators, Maka and Cute Elevator Guy crossed paths on a somewhat regular basis.

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sit down and spill your heart

ages later, i come to you again with the fourth installment of the dumb dorks in love series. this is the final intermissional fic before we dive into the immediate sequel, which should be posted later this month, hopefully after the origin episodes have aired.

i hope you guys like it!


Marinette is so wrapped up in her writing, she doesn’t even notice Chat Noir (admittedly quietly) dropping in on her balcony.

She’s grown used to his visits, looks forward to them even, but today has been such a good day that her head is too wrapped up in her current task to notice anything else; the faint fairy lights bathing her periphery in soft hues that match the giddy mood she’s been in all day.

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New Girl

OTP: ScottxReader

Summary: Scott and Stiles heard there was a new girl and they’re eaves dropping outside the attendance office. 

Scott POV

“Remind me why we’re here again.” I asked quietly to Stiles. 

“Because dude you remember when I threw lacrosse balls at you?” he closed the magazine he was reading and looked at me.

“Yeah, how could I forget.” I growled at him. 

“I’m making up for that.” Stiles smiled, “There’s this new girl, and she’s hot.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “No joke she hot.” Stiles grabbed my shoulder for emphasis. 

“Are you talking about me?” a sing song voice came from my left, and what stood there was a very hot girl, Stiles wasn’t lying. Stiles immediately spazzed out and put the magazine in front of his face, I sat there frozen from her beauty.