posting this now because i might have a date with my mom in a few and we be watching movies

The Swap [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)

Word Count: 4,719

Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol

A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!

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You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.

You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.

As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.

You were Lin-Manuel.

Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.

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Why Me?! Pt. 1 - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Originally posted by sinistersalvatore

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Prompt: You and Damon are dating but we all know things will eventually get complicated when Elena wakes up, watch as the usual drama and more ensues.

Warning: None! Just fluff. (Slight AU)



It’s been 10 years since Elena was put under the sleeping curse and a lot of things had changed. Enzo is human, he and Bonnie now have 2 kids and a beautiful 3 bedroom house. Stefan and Caroline got married finally. It was a June wedding. They live in the Salvatore boarding house along with you and Damon who are currently dating. Josie and Lizzie stay on the weekends however they tend to go out during the day because teenagers hate hanging out with their parents apparently.

No one has said anything bad about you and Damon dating but you all knew what everyone was thinking. ‘What’s going to happen when Elena come back?’ You thought the same thing because Elena was one of your closet friends and you felt like a terrible person for even looking at him the way you have for the past few years. It wasn’t a few years you knew but it was better to admit that than tell everyone you fell in love with Damon before he and Elena even got together. Right now you are currently taking more hinted digs from everyone’s favourite control freak, Caroline Forbes-Salvatore.

“What’s supposed to mean Caroline?” You sighed loudly as you sipped you coffee. Josie and Lizzie’s eyes were flickering between the both of you, while Bonnie and Enzo kept their eyes down and mouths shut.

“All I’m saying is what are you planning on doing when the love of his life comes back? And how do you plan to tell your friend you stole her boyfriend.” Caroline stated as if it was some sort of logical puzzle that anyone understood.

“Mom! You can’t say things like that!” Josie screeched as she blushed, clearly embarrassed by her mothers words.

“Yeah I mean you were in love with Stefan when Elena was with him if anything you’re a boyfriend stealer too.” Lizzie snorted as she sipped her coffee.

“Are you drinking coffee right now?!” Bonnie reached for the cup only to be stopped by the fact Lizzie had vanished.

“Lizzie sit down and loose the cloaking spell.” Caroline sighed softly before turning back to you.

“Look all I’m saying is maybe you shouldn’t have fell for your friend’s man when she’ll be back one day and you’ll be kicked aside.” She huffed before sipping her coffee.

“Actually Care, Y/N was in love with my brother before Elena even battered an eye for him. Elena knew it too.” Stefan’s soothing voice added as he entered the kitchen where everyone was sat at the dining table.

“What?!” Bonnie gasped loudly before everyone’s eyes were on you. You chose to ignore everyone as you got up to get more coffee.

“Is that true?” Josie questioned softly as if she was speaking for her frozen mother.

“Yes although it wasn’t Stefan secret to tell.” You snarled as you shot Stefan a death glare that made him lower his head quickly.

“What the hell that’s fucked up. Is that what Auntie Elena is like!? Bitch!” Lizzie yelled angrily as she re-appeared in the middle of the room.

“Elizabeth Saltzman!” Caroline screamed her voice doing that high pitched crack thing it does when she’s angry or stressed.

“What!? It is! What kinda friend has one boyfriend who is loving and gorgeous then gets bored so she goes after one of her best friends crushes! That’s so screwed up! Aunt Bonnie you should’ve just became a vampire it would have saved us a hassle of having her ruin people’s lives again.” Lizzie snapped looking around at everyone who seemed momentarily shocked by Lizzie’s actions.

“Lizzie that’s enough. She’s a good person and she’s our best friend.” You stated making everyone look up at you in shock. You might have loved Damon but you never hated Elena for falling for him too. You just hated how she just ignored your feelings and used her doppelganger looks to get a head start in the game you knew that you were both playing, even now. Lizzie shook her head at you before storming of with her sister in tow.

You ignored everyone and went up to Damon’s bedroom with a cup of coffee for him. Your mind still running on possible scenarios that could happen when Elena wakes up. You knew you would be brushed aside but you also knew she was human and eventually she would die or leave Damon to start a bland human life. You could wait for 50-60 years if it meant you would be with Damon again but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

You sat on the edge of the bed nursing the coffee you had brought him when he began to stir in his sleep. Eventually his gorgeous ice blue eyes opened and immediately found yours, his look went from a post sleep frown to a wide grin once he saw you.

“G’Mornin gorgeous.” He murmured sleepily rubbing a hand over his face.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” You giggled, handing him the coffee before moving onto the bed next to him. You had yet to have sex with Damon because you had only been on a few dates which was surprising because Damon usually just jumps into bed with someone straight away, even Elena.

“So what are we doing today?” He asked as you cuddled into his chest silently.

“Well I’m going shopping with the girls. So ‘we’ aren’t doing anything.” You chuckled as he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Okay well can we do something tonight then after your shopping trip?” Damon whispered playfully into your ear, his hands sliding down your body as his words faded out.

“Hmm I suppose what do you have in mind?” You smiled before he began tickling you sides mercilessly, making you squirm in his grip as he smiled down at you softly. Eventually you declared him the winner and he moved off you so you could resume your cuddling.

“How about a movie in bed?” His suggestion shocked you but you found yourself agreeing before you went to your room to get ready.


“Damon’s being really weird.” You blurted out as you arrived at the small boutique near the grill.

“How?” Bonnie questioned her perfectly shaped eyebrow raising slightly.

“Well he wants to watch a movie tonight and I don’t mean the cinema I mean in his bed while cuddling.” You snorted softly as Caroline’s eyes almost bugged out of her head.

“Well that’s a little un-Damon but obviously it’ll lead to sex which is VERY Damon.” Bonnie supplied which made you squirm in your seat uncomfortably.

“I’d of thought that if we’d even had sex yet.” You muttered quietly but everyone including Josie and Lizzie’s eyes snap to you like you’d gone insane.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet!?” Caroline screeched making a few eyes turn to you.

“Car would you like to say that any louder I don’t think the boys heard you from the Salvatore house. Wait no they probably heard but I don’t think Hell heard you yet!” You whisper yelled at her, your arms flailing slightly as you spoke.

“Actually I heard it perfectly.” You all spun around with wide eyes when you heard the voice you never thought you’d hear again.

“Oh.” Bonnie supplied.

“My.” You added.

“GOD!” Carline screamed as she moved Josie and Lizzie behind her.

“You must be Josie and Lizzie.” He grinned from ear to ear, his eyes gleaming with nothing but mischief.

“Nice to meet you I’m Uncle Kai.”

6) “You are my nemesis but I have no choice so I had to ask you to be my boyfriend\girlfriend because my parents want to meet my significant other”

Like every single day before school, Will’s mother was chiding him over his study habits. “You know, you will regret this when you’re older. You hardly hang out with anyone, you never leave your room, sweetheart you haven’t even dated anyone.”

Will groaned. “Mom, can’t you just be happy that I am a good noodle? I have good grades and I don’t cause you any trouble.”

She sighed and put the car in park. “Yes honey, I know. And I’m glad that you’re mature. But would it kill you to be a teenager for a bit? Hang out with friends, go out to watch a movie, go to a party, something.” Will sighed and hefted his bag. “You know Mrs. Evans has a wonderful daughter who might be-”


“Okay, what about Mrs. Grace’s son? He’s really-”

Will’s eyes widened. “Mom!” he yelped so loud, a few other kids turned to see what was going on. He felt his face flush. “I’m seeing someone,” he blurted. “Please stop trying to set me up. I am already dating. Taken. Woohoo. Now please-”

“What? Since when? Who is it? Boy or girl?”

Will face palmed himself and shook his head. “I have to get to class.”

“I want to meet this person!” she called.

“Bye!” he called over his shoulder.

“Love you!” He winced. He heard someone snort beside him.

Nico di Angelo. God, Will hated the guy. He was a pompous jerk that had taken his spot as the debate team’s captain just to tick him off. He was the boy that was always causing trouble and never got caught. “Aw, Mama’s Boy, huh? That’s cute,” he teased.

“Fuck off,” Will snapped going inside and racing down the hall to escape further torment.

Of course that was hard to do when he had him for every single core class. He was in AP classes and so was Nico. And the bastard took any chance he could to make him feel stupid. All throughout the day, the two snapped at each other and scowled and rolled their eyes.

Will didn’t know why Nico had decided to make him the butt of every joke. Considering the way Will kept to himself and wasn’t very good at socializing, this just made it so much harder. He had tough skin, but even so, he couldn’t help but look forward to going home every day.

On his way back out, he was surprised to see his mom waiting outside the car. She was scrolling through her phone, leaning against the parked car. From behind, he heard, “Hey, Mama’s Boy.”

He scowled and turned to look at Nico. “What do you want, jackass?”

Nico snorted. Before he could answer, Will heard his mother. “Ooh, is this him?” Will’s expression became one of horror.

“Pay along,” he hissed.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll do all your Calculus homework for the rest of the semester, but you have to- Hey, Mom!” He turned and looked at her as she brushed her hair away from her face.

“Oh, I was here half an hour early and it was just so hot I had to get out of the damn car. Hi!” she told Nico.

Nico’s face was scrunched in confusion. “Mom, this is Nico.” He paused, hating himself and hating Nico for being the one his mom saw him next to. “My boyfriend,” he managed to spit out.

“Excuse me?” Nico yelped.

Will gripped his arm hard and wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him closer. “What? Do you prefer special guy Significant other?”

“Significant annoyance,” he growled, digging his elbow into Will’s ribs.

“Oh, I’m so glad I could meet you!” his mm crooned. “I’ve been trying to get him out of his room for so long. Oh, you’re so… different from him. It could be healthy for my-”

“Mom, Nico has to go pick his sister up, can you give me a moment to say goodbye? Wait for me in the car.”

“Oh, of course! Oh you’re welcome to dinner any time!” She squeezed Nico’s hand and went back to the car.

Will sighed in relief. Suddenly, Nico was gripping his arm, twisting it up, using his own body to block the sight from his mom. “Three seconds to explain.”

“My mom’s been bugging me about dating someone, this morning I lied and said I was dating someone, and she saw you so ta-da, you’re it,” he said speaking quickly. “Please, I can’t have her hovering anymore.”

“Oh, oh hold on,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “I’m getting a call from- I don’t give a flying-”

“I’ll do your Calculus homework for the rest of the year!” he pleaded. “Please just pretend to date me for like a month and we can fake-break-up. I just need her off my case.”

Nico clenched his teeth and scowled. “You owe me, big time. More than homework.”


His expression relaxed and he took a breath, giving Will a once over. “I didn’t know you were gay.”

“Bisexual,” he corrected. “I have to go. Um. Thanks.”

“Uh huh,” he grumbled before walking away.

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Dear Mom, It’s Zombies

Dear Mom,

Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write back but there’s just so much going on and Chicago still feels very much like a “new city” to me and I’m still getting acclimated and work is just as demanding as we expected, and I guess you heard that there’s zombies now, but still there’s no excuse for lateness!

I got your last care package— THANK YOU!!! — the cookies were great and the old pictures really took me back. I already framed them and hung them up. The walls in my new place are still looking a little bare, though. I want to hang up some cool art or something but there’s not really a particular art that “speaks” to me, I guess. And have you priced art lately? Oof! It’s so expensive for just some splashes of stuff on a thing. You’d think artists would come down on price a little bit now that zombies are covering the city, the government’s fled and the gangs pretty much run things now, but nope. Artists are still like “We need art now more than ever, so pay up.” Must be nice to be able to dictate the market like that. We’re in the wrong business, Ma!

Work is good I suppose. I’m doing less of the creative work that we initially talked about and am instead mostly focused on either keeping watch (at night, always at night, because I’m new) or fortifying our defense walls. I tried to (respectfully!) talk to my boss about how this isn’t what we talked about [re: my job] and he said that it doesn’t matter now that there are zombies and that everyone’s only “job” now is to stick together and survive, and I said (respectfully!!) “That may be, but we signed a contract and a contract’s a contract, and if we don’t honor our contracts, well we’re no better than the zombies” (who, I don’t know if you know, don’t honor contracts because all they do is want brains). And anyway to that he didn’t say anything because he’d already sort of checked out of the conversation. I guess the worst part is feeling like my strengths aren’t being utilized? Still, it’s only been a few months, maybe it’s just growing pains and I know a LOT of people in my graduating class who DON’T have jobs in their field and even MORE who are dead from zombies, so I guess I’m lucky. They say the first six months of living in a new place are the hardest so I’m at least gonna give it that.

You asked about girls… So far, no steady girlfriend to speak of but I did go on a date with this girl Jocelyn I met on Tinder and it went really really really well! We texted every night for a while and I’m trying not to get ahead of myself (because I always do that) but I like her a lot (she’s also a transplant [our word for “person who recently moved to the city”] and she plays piano!!). Don’t get too excited because it’s still early, we’re both pretty focused on our careers and also she’s a full-blown zombie now. So if there’s it turns out a cure for zombies, definitely (maybe!) get excited, but if not maybe I’ll have to “finish” (our word for “kill” now) her. The only reason she’s still alive is because she was at my apartment building eating a person and my landlord was about to finish her and I said “Hey wait a minute, don’t! I like her” and he said “Maybe you should get your head checked” and I said “Maybe you should get bent, buster,” since we were giving out free advice, and he didn’t like that at all, but he still let me keep Jocelyn around on the condition that I keep her chained up in my apartment.

So that’s where she is now.

My landlord’s kinda funny that way. He really hates zombies, it’s all he talks about, but also his ex-wife is a zombie and he’s open about the fact that he already hated her before she was a zombie, so he knows he’s not the most objective guy on the subject. So he has his point of view but he won’t force it on anyone else. Like I said, he’s funny like that. He has us bring him zombies that look like his ex-wife now instead of rent. I don’t love that but, again, six months.

How is Dad? I saw he posted a picture of his new Apple watch on Facebook. Is he actually using it? I wish I was there to help him set it up and everything. I swear he’ll really like it if he actually can get it up and working.

I finally got around to seeing The Revenant. I have a LOT of conflicting feelings about it. You know I like Leo, and I think he deserves an Oscar, but I don’t totally know if he deserved it for THIS movie. It might be one of those cases where the Academy just gave him the thing because, like, “Hey, you’re good, you deserve a statue at some point, so, here” even if maybe this wasn’t his best performance IN MY OPINION.

I might also just be biased because I saw the movie after living with a zombie outbreak for many weeks. Like, I know a lot of people watched the movie and were drawn into his survival tale, but for me I was like “Wow, only ONE bear and ONE Tom Hardy? Must be nice” as I’m fighting off, like, a MILLION ZOMBIES.

Tom Hardy was great, though.

That’s probably it as far as “What’s new with me” news goes. How’s the hometown? I was texting with some friends who said they turned the Nobody Beats the Wiz into a J Crew? That’s insane! But that was a while ago. You know, I don’t actually know if the zombies are also happening back home. How crazy is that? (I mean, it’s not crazy because the News has mostly been cancelled here and we don’t have internet anymore so it’s actually pretty understandable, on my end.)

Anyway, I hope this letter finds you in good health and you’re not a zombie. And if this letter is the first you’ve heard about the zombie outbreak happening in Chicago, DON’T WORRY- I’M FINE! but also maybe tell the government? Tell Dad I said hi and I can’t wait for you to visit in June (bring guns and supplies).

Love you lots,

Old House

Louisiana can be a pretty spooky place, especially in the older, more abandoned areas. I spent my early years in a small, rural town called Palmetto. It used to be a plantation town, but by the time I was born it was mainly just abandoned, rotting buildings and forest.

I lived with my mother, two brothers, and sometimes my uncle as well would be there. The house itself had quite the history.

Originally a plantation house, it had seen the deaths of slaves, who were hung on the large tree in the backyard. It was dead by the time I was born, but I used to play around it before I got old enough to understand the circumstances surrounding it.

During the Civil War, the home was converted into a morgue for a few years, and saw a lot of activity, mostly in the form of dead bodies.

After that was when my great grandparents moved into the house from France, and it has been in my family since. My great grandfather was a borderline murderous man, who was literally the only person who could walk into the local courthouse with his gun still strapped to his waist, because literally everyone was too afraid to try and take it from him.

I don’t think he actually killed anyone though, but by god did he try a couple times. His wife, my great grandmother actually died in the house, on the very bed that my mom and youngest brother slept on. The mattress and sheets were different, but the bed frame was the same. Myself and my brother had to sleep on the floor, where I spent many nights staring into the darkness beneath that bed.

Flashback to my mom’s childhood for a moment. My mom grew up with her father, mother, five sisters and one brother. Their mom was almost always absent, and their dad, while he loved them, also loved to scare the daylights out of them.

He had a whole host of scary stories, most urban myths about the very area. There was a legend surrounding the old Indian Burial Ground not even a mile away from the house, about a large hound that would guard it. As well as the story of Rawhead, a smaller dog that lived underneath the house. Whether or not such a dog existed is up in the air, but my mom and her siblings were petrified of this tale in particular, and her father often liked to close them all in their bedroom, holding the door closed while telling them that Rawhead was coming through the floor to get them. There are small nail scrapes marking the doors even to this day.

There’s also a lot of rumored deaths surrounding the house. The two that I can recall; one being that a man (possibly a black man) was shot and killed on the stairway. There’s indeed a bullethole through the wall to attest to this story. The second is that a baby was kept up in the attic rooms, and eventually died of some unknown reason. There were also hidden rooms all about the house, and only one of which I ever found the entrance too. I can remember part of myself wanting to go in and explore, but the latter half of me that wanted to stay the hell away won out. Another secret room that I discovered was by peeking through the bullet hole from before. But I never found how to get into that room. From what I could see it was empty, just dark wood walls.

There were definitely ghost sightings of all kinds in that house, over the many decades that family and friends stayed there. The two most common ones were seeing figures in the kitchen and hearing a baby crying.

The figures in the kitchen were always just shadowy silhouettes. A few people claimed to have seen them, always at night except for my uncle when he was a teen, along with a friend. They were outside when they saw someone walking past the kitchen window. They both tailed it inside fast but never found the supposed person. I myself used to see them all the time. There were at least four or five of them, and they always just stood around in the kitchen or sat at the table. The only working bathroom sat halfway down the hallway, and to get there you literally had to walk toward the kitchen. No doorway existed to close it up so you HAD to look into it each time you had to go pee at night. It got to the point where my mom literally brought in a bucket for us to start peeing in at night because we were all so scared.

As for the baby, literally every person that has ever stayed at the house overnight by themselves claimed to hear a baby crying. My grandfather never believed them, or heard the baby himself. I never actually got to hear the baby, but my uncle sure did.

He was at the house alone, in the afternoon. Me and my family weren’t in at the time, so it was just him. He was laying on his bed, which sat next the the older bed i mentioned earlier (we all slept in the same room even though the house had like six rooms). He was watching a VHS tape because we didn’t have satellite, and had the volume all the way up. This was literally how we watched tv when one of us was alone or at night. The tv played all night every night, at full blaring volume. This was to block out the residual sounds that echoed constantly throughout the house. It could be anything from a distant scratch noise to the sound of feet above or things falling, pretty much all kinds of noises happened there. So as a result we slept with deafening movies going instead.

Anyway, one day he’s alone watching some film, when he catches a sound just beyond the movie. He turned the volume down a bit, and can hear the sound of a baby screaming its little heart out from up above. Spooked, and knowing full well the tales of the phantom infant, my uncle lays petrified on the bed. He slowly turns the volume all the way down, listening intently as the sound of the baby seems to move over time. Minutes pass, and my uncle swears that that baby moved down the stairs and to the ground floor, where its cried carried down the hallway up to just outside the closed bedroom door.

Welp, my uncle was up. The house has no air conditioning, just a small AC unit stuck into a half-open window. He ripped this thing outta the window, crawled through the small opening, rolling onto the porch, grabbed the porch’s railing and flipped himself onto his back, landing heavy in the dirt of the front yard.

Apparently my grandfather had been nearby, in his own front yard of his small neighboring house. He came walking up and said something along the lines of “Boy, what’s at your tail!?”

There were no baby screams after that, and of course my grandfather didn’t believe him. My uncle was waiting for us on the porch swing when we arrived later that night, refusing to go back inside alone.

There are definitely plenty of other stories surrounding this house, some of which I’ve experienced myself. Not to mention the area itself was filled with strange happenings fueled by the beliefs that the people held. Hell, my mom once took me to a witch doctor when I was an infant, because I was very sick. My mom couldn’t be present for the ritual thing that happened, but apparently the doctor said she summoned spirits to keep watch over me. After that I got better, according to my mom, and supposedly I still have these spirit things hovering around me today. /shrugs/ who knows, I go back and forth on believing these things.

But I feel this post has gotten long enough (sorry!) so I’ll close it out for now. I might submit more at a later date, if people were interested.

Hope you enjoyed the story of my wonderful childhood home from the backwoods of Hell Palmetto, Louisiana!

anonymous asked:

a hs au where cas is dean's tutor?

No warnings apply, but heed the disclaimer. I pictured Cas’s outfit like the one in linneart’s drawing, which is over here. I tried to cram in a bunch of references to the show’s dialogue. This is really sappy. I have a problem. It’s also 1.6k. 

It’s not that Dean is flunking physics. He’s got a steady D average, which is enough to pass, but his guidance counselor is concerned about his GPA even though Dean assured him he’s not planning on college. They can’t both go, and Sam deserves it. Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.

“I don’t want to be here,” Dean gripes during their first session, in the library after school on a Tuesday.

“So leave,” says Castiel. That’s actually his name, Castiel. He regards Dean with a stony expression.

Dean slams open his textbook and decides that Castiel is a dick.

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On The Edge

Words: 1,360
Characters: Combeferre, Courfeyrac
Relationship: Courferre
Rating: G

Dear 13-year-old Combeferre,

You’re not broken. I mean, right now, all of your friends have started to talk about girls and sex and it’s just not clicking for you. I get that. Believe me. 

But you’re not broken. You like boys, and you don’t like sex, and that’s just fine. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.

If you do end up thinking you’re broken, don’t be too scared when you’re sixteen and find the word ‘asexuality’. Don’t be too scared when a certain someone comes into your life, and you realize that he’s all you’ve ever wanted… in a friend, even if you think it’s love at first. And don’t be too scared when a different someone comes in and completes your trio, but makes butterflies flutter in your stomach in a way that the first one never did.

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sincerelysoft  asked:

i think you have good hs opinions and I was wondering what you felt about this.. why do you think homestuck took off the way it did? theres something about hs that has this allure i've never seen in another piece of fiction, a collection of elements that kind of make it timeless? what do you think makes hs so good, or at least successful in the way that it is

first off: thanks! im never gonna get over the good feedback ive gotten for this blog even when my output overwhelmingly consists of like…. dirk shitposts

ANYWAY…. i dont think theres any one particular factor you can credit to homestucks popularity i think, mostly because the homestuck fandom itself isnt really unified? look at the divide u see between kid fans and troll fans, and the even BIGGER divide between those two groups and carapace/felt fans, lmao. i can take a couple stabs at it tho.

jesus this post got long. snip snip

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Interview with Jennagill!

Hi! @peetabreadgirl, here! What better way to start off your Saturday morning than a good read with a great author? Grab your coffee, (iced if you live in the deep South, like she and I do. It’s hella hot down here!), and enjoy this fun little chat between Texans. No, there aren’t any y’alls and howdys. :)

Tell me who @jennagill is… What does a normal day look like for you?

Wake up after an average 7 hrs of sleep, get myself and two little boys ready for the day, drive an hour, workworkworkworkwork, drive an hour home to rowdy boys and Mr. Gill, prep dinner/eat/parent/bedtime, maybe about a half hour of me time (?), and sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. Some days are more exciting. Sometimes I take an hour off at lunch time to sit with my other coworkers. Sometimes I plan a lunch date. Sometimes I walk a few laps behind the office when it’s not blazing hot and 120% humidity. Posting Coxa on the Wednesday lunch hour really broke up the week for me, so it was nice to have that to look forward to at the front end of the week.

Where in the world do you find time to write with only 30 minutes of ‘me time’??

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Alpha Sigma Phi - Frat Cal part 15

Please note: this is a fictional story and in no way, shape, or form reflects the real Calum Hood. This part does contain smut so don’t read if you shouldn’t or I’ll tell your mom.

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen

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Henry Has Two Moms and other stuff I'm thinking about.

Swan Queen is more than a ship, it’s a movement. We’ve been saying this since the idea of Emma ‘Swan’ and the Evil 'Queen’ came onto our television screens not long after a fun (disturbing) film about a ballet dancer and her slightly over-enthused mother (played by Hershey and how loudly did we squeee about the subsequent OUaT casting choice on THAT little matter) and also not long after we all sort of sat down and said…

…well, Henry does have two moms…they look at each other like they want to rip each other’s silk shirts to shreds and at the end of the day, HENRY HAS TWO MOMS and that ain’t no joke. And if Swan Queen isn’t endgame? They’ll have made a joke of same-sex headed families. It isn’t a joke, not when studies show how healthy female headed households are. Not when same-sex couples are fighting so hard for their rights, not when women are still paid less than men, not when gender is still at the absolute centre of the Euro-Western colonial system, leaving anybody outside of the gender binary in such a vulnerable and dangerous place while also letting us know that yes, people outside of the binaries of gender and sexuality are also speaking to the heart of an oppressive system while re-creating a new world, based on new stories (or old ones depending on your history) and new visioning for the world we live in. (and btw, LOL, because HENRY HAS TWO MOMS isn’t about divorced cis gender men attacking me on a message board by saying 'I hate my ex wife and Emma deserves Captain Hook therefore’ bc WTF the two things don’t have anything to do with one another???) HENRY HAS TWO MOMS cannot end in any way other than for Emma and Regina to be together, as co-parents and yes, that includes a deep, loving relationship with one another because at the end of the day, THAT IS THE STORY THAT #OUAT IS TELLING US and has been since the pilot episode. I’m shouting bc I feel like I’m Mugatu shouting about Zoolander a LOT these days. I’m not shouting out of anger. Just imagine a person in a very wooly sweater with a small dog shouting 'They’re all the same look!!!!’ I will not stop making this joke. 

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canadianbeauty2  asked:

Hey Morgan! Love the idea of an Olicity Fic Countdown. Here's my prompt: Oliver and Felicity's first holiday (Christmas or Hanukkah) as a couple in the "Along The Way" verse.

thank you for the prompt! this is the final part in my “along the way” trilogy of posts and you can read part one here and part two here if you missed any of them before reading today’s :)

*also side note, it’s been brought to my attention that if you go to just the home page of my blog, the “read more” is not showing up on my posts. I’m going to be switching themes (if you have any recommendations for a theme that’s good for someone who posts both gifs and writing, let me know :)), but for now, if you click on the date or the “notes” at the bottom of the post it will take you to the full thing. the links I have above will take you right to the full posts though :)*

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“I planned out our whole day.” He replied seriously, “First we’ll make snow angels for a two hours, then we’ll go ice skating, then we’ll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookie dough as fast as we can, and then we’ll snuggle.”

It took her a second, her brow furrowing in confusion, before she burst out laughing, “Okay so you have actually seen more than two movies.”

He tapped the tip of her nose gently, “Everyone has seen Elf, Felicity.”

It turned out that Oliver wasn’t entirely joking with his Buddy The Elf impression though as she listened to him lay out his plans for the day.

“So I was thinking that since it’s not too cold today we could go ice skating at the outdoor rink that they have set up in the square downtown.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed in agreement. “Can you hand me my shampoo?

He grabbed the bottle from the ledge that she had left there over the summer and handed it to her before continuing, “And then I really wanted to try making gingerbread houses. The other day I was watching this episode of Food Network Challenge where—”

She cut him off as she started to wash her hair, “Oliver you already told me about this on the phone, please don’t tell me we’re going to build a life sized gingerbread house.”  

“No, just little ones,” he grumbled. “But that would be cool.”

She laughed, “Oliver what would we do with a gingerbread house that big?”

“Crawl inside it?”

Grabbing one of the detachable showerheads, she sprayed him with it, “You’re crazy.”

He pouted, “You love me.”

“Yeah, those two facts are not mutually exclusive.”

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Chapter 4 - “This Was Me All Along”

Word count: 1,796

a/n: Hey guys so this is chapter 4, enjoy x


“What did you have in mind? I’m really not bothered. I just want to spend time with you.” He said casually. You wished Jonah had introduced him to you instead of Kai, you remembered that he had tried to but you refused because it was too soon after the breakup. You don’t know what you did to meet someone like him he wasn’t just looking to abandon you which you were so afraid of.

“Fine we’ll watch a movie if you want?” You said tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Netflix and chill?” Cameron said smirking. You hadn’t totally ruled out the idea but he couldn’t know that.

“You can forget it.” You eventually said.

“Okay you got me.” Cameron said holding his hands up in surrender. “Just Netflix then, you can stay over if you like, it is quite late.” He said.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I don’t trust myself after last night.” You said truthfully.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the floor you can take the bed.”

“No way this is your house, I’m sure we can stay in the same bed without doing anything.” You said knowing that it wasn’t true. You weren’t sure you could just sleep next to someone like Cameron.

“I’m not sure I can.” Cameron said laughing. You just rolled your eyes and sighed, why were all boys’ fuckboys?

“Anyway, do you have something I can wear; I can’t sleep in a knit jumper and jeans.” You said “I always get too hot at night.” It was true, you usually tended to sleep in just your underwear but that obviously wasn’t an option.

“Yeah here,” He had given you one of his hoodie’s, you thanked him and went to get changed in his bathroom. “Why don’t you try on some of the underwear as well?” He called out.

You rolled you eyes and began to get changed. Luckily you brought wipes with you everywhere so you could remove your makeup. You took all of the makeup of that was covering the hickeys on your neck. You forgot how many there was and inspected them in his mirror, you hoped Kai never saw these, he was always the jealous type.

You exited Cameron’s bathroom and ran to his bed so that he wouldn’t see your bare legs – not that he hadn’t already seen them. Cameron’s eyes followed you as you got in his bed and laid down, he was topless. Fuck. Why did he have to be topless? He just made this harder than it needed to be, it felt like he was doing this on purpose.

“Oh shit, I really did a number on you didn’t I?” Cameron smirked looking at your neck.

“Shut up Cameron!” You said sinking into his hoodie, he just laughed.

You looked at your phone and decided to text your mom saying you were staying at Logan’s. You then sent a message to Logan telling her if anyone asks her you were at hers. No one but her could know you staying with Cameron.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” He asked flicking the TV on. You scrolled down the movies until you reached the horror section. You were terribly scared of horror movies but decided to act cool in front of Cameron, bad idea.

“Why don’t we watch Insidious?” You said instantly regretting it.

“Are you sure? I didn’t think you’d be the type of girl to like stuff like that?” He said.

“You have got stop underestimating me, I love horror films.” You lied. In reality you couldn’t think of anything worse.

“Fine whatever you say Y/N.” Cameron said laughing, you knew he knew that you hated them because he put his arm around you and pulled you close.

At first it was fine, and then you got to the jump scares which scared the absolute shit out of you. You screamed really loud and constantly hid your face in his chest. Cameron couldn’t stop laughing at how terrified you were, which only infuriated you even more.

You finally made it through the movie; you cried three times and left the room twice. It was about one in the morning and you were tired as hell.

“I thought you liked horror films?” Cameron asked sarcastically.

“Shut the fuck up Cameron.” You said hitting him with one of his pillows. “The joke is on you anyway because I won’t be able to get to sleep tonight.”

“Oh shit, we might as well try and get to sleep now then.” Cameron said. “Night Y/N.” He put out the light and turned around.

You turned around also and tried to get your mind off of the movie you just watched but it was impossible. You tossed and turned endlessly, changing your position constantly.

Eventually Cameron sat up and turned the light back on.

“Alright I can tell this was a bad idea to watch a horror movie as it seems you can’t get to sleep.” He sighed. “I’m gonna try something, but you have to promise to be quiet and still.”


“Turn around and lay on your front.” He said, you did so and you felt him lift up your hoodie – well his hoodie.

“Cameron what the fu-,” You tried to say but you were cut off. “Y/N I said to be quiet, now keep still, hopefully this will help you sleep.” He said.

He turned out the light but then faced you and placed his hand on your back. He began to rub circles on your lower back and it immediately relaxed you.

You felt yourself loosen up and even out your breaths.

“Y/N I hope we can do this again sometime.” Cameron said quietly.

“Mm hmm.” You said falling asleep.

And so you did. For the next month you would hang out with Cameron throughout the day maybe go to the movies or to the mall and then you would sleep over.

You neglected the feelings you started to develop for him and replaced them with platonic ones, you couldn’t risk ruining your relationship with Cameron it meant too much to you. And you were not prepared to get hurt again.

A few weeks before the holidays were over Cameron was talking to you about how he and his mom have decided to come back and live here.

“Yeah mom looked at the house today; she said it’s not too far from a school and is in a really nice neighbourhood.” Cameron shouted from your kitchen. You were hanging out at yours since your mom and sister were visiting family in Florida.

You were secretly relieved that he decided to stay, you had grown too attached to him being around.

“Oh my god that’s great!” You said excitedly. He came back from your kitchen with some snacks and set them down on the small table in your bedroom.

He flopped down on your bed making your body move and harshly land on the floor. Cameron gasped and looked over the side of your bed to see if you were okay.

“I am so sorry!” He said between laughs. He reached out a hand and pulled your whole body up. Once you were within distance of him you grabbed your pillow and hit him in the head. He immediately copied you and it ensued a pillow fight.

He was embarrassingly defeating you so you gave up and went on your phone. You went on your Instagram and scrolled through the pictures you have posted in the last month. There were mainly photos of you and Cameron.

You guys at the beach, at home, at theme parks. Everyone had assumed you guys were dating since you were always together but you were just friends. Friends who have had sex.

You felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Logan.

Logan: I assume that you’re already with Cameron so there is no point in sending two messages, do you guys want to come to mine tomorrow? It’s just a small gathering.

You: Yeah should be fine, what time and who will be there?

Logan: Just our friendship group and come for around 7.

You: Okay I’ll ask him.

Ever since the first night you stayed at Cameron’s you couldn’t get to sleep without him. It became routine for you to lay on your front and he would either rub circles on your back or play with your hair until you fell asleep.

Even on the odd days you didn’t hang out with Cameron and you were with Logan. At night you would text him to come over. He eventually became your best friend.

It was like any other night, you two had watched a film and you were trying to get to sleep with Cameron doing what he would usually do.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” Cameron asked quietly, you couldn’t see him as it was dark but you could tell he was smiling.

“I have to go pick my mom and sister up from the airport, but then after Logan invited us round to hers for one last get together before school starts again.” You sighed tiredly. There were only two weeks left of holidays.

“Do you want me to come with you? It’s a long drive by yourself.” Cameron whispered. You were secretly hoping he was going to say that.

“Yeah if you want, we’ll set off early in the morning. So we should try and get some sleep.” You said, and then you snuggled up close signalling for Cameron to rub circles on your back. You knew he wouldn’t fall asleep till way after you because he was always busy on his phone so you felt safe.

Tonight he was different though, it felt like he was waiting for your breaths to even out so he could say something. You could feel him staring at you eager for you to fall asleep so he could relieve himself of what he wanted to say. So you pretended to relax and started breathing heavily, curious to find out what was on his mind.

After a while you assumed you imagined it but then he started to mumble something under his breath.

“Y/N I know you can’t hear me but I have to say this or it will kill me. Ever since I first saw you I knew you would become a part of my life, but I could never have imagined for it to be like this. I think I’m falling in love with you but you deserve someone better, someone who isn’t afraid to say it to your face.” He waited for a while to see if you would say something but he knew you were asleep. But you weren’t.

You couldn’t believe Cameron Dallas was in love with you.

a/n: Soo, what do you guys think? Feedback would be much appreciated – updating the next chapter this Sunday.


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