pretty much me on my period

TG: 130 Spoilers

HOLY SHIT IS THAT NAEGELE’S RULE!??!?!?

*cough* …okay. The health nerd in me is screaming a bit. I can’t read much of the kanji except the one for “month”, but I’m pretty sure Touka tried to compute for the baby’s due date using the rule. (Which basically let’s you figure out the due date from the first day of the last normal menstrual period.)

If it really is like Naegele’s rule (I can’t read much of it except the kanji for month), it shows Ishida’s extreme eye for detail - I mean, I knew it already, but to see something out of my profession be used in my favorite manga makes me kind of giddy.

Edit: The kanji beside 9 looks like the kanji for “week”, so maybe Touka is 9 weeks pregnant? That would mean 2 months has passed since the :re incident, which wouldn’t be implausible, but I wonder how likely that is?

(I’m a sucker for accurate timelines as well as a health nerd, so shoot me.)

(I need someone to translate Touka’s computation lmao)

anonymous asked:

can you recommend any tv shows with romance/dramas in them?

My first few recommendations are going to be kdramas, which I know some people kind of shy away from but if you want that epic, transcendental, soul-moving, gut-wrenching, well-crafted, beautiful love story then kdramas are the way to go.

My absolute top recommendation period is Goblin: The Lonely and Great God

I favour Ji Eun Tak and Kim Shin and they’re the main couple but the B-couple also has a lot of chemistry and angst

Plus the mythology and storyline is pretty cool. A few people on here who I’ve persuaded to watch it have inboxed me saying how much they loved it, so. Plus the bromance between Kim Shin and Wang Yeo is LIFE.

2. Coffee Prince.

I really like Coffee Prince, I was consumed with watching it because it’s about a girl pretending to be a boy (she has her reasons) who falls in love with her boss and her boss has feelings for her too but doesn’t know she’s a girl so he goes through a lot of psychological and emotional struggle because he believes he’s attracted to a boy and it’s done so well and it was groundbreaking for kdrama at the time.

And it also stars Gong Yoo who is kind of amazing.

3. Descendants of the Sun

There’s a nice balance between romance and drama in this one, episode 4 things get SO LIT, that’s when I was hooked and there’s also a really great bromance plus the two love stories are pretty awesome, dude literally takes a bullet for his love interest, like I’m just saying.

As per usual, the b-romance is angstier but my guy put his car on autopilot to kiss her, LIKE?

I’ll just give you those three for kdramas although there are others. Other recommendations.

Spartacus is great if you are OK with gratuitous violence and essentially pornographic sex scenes, like it’s not everyone but the intrigue is suspenseful, the character developments are well-crafted and the romance is passionate af

Sons of Anarchy, there is the action side with the motorcycle gang, the interpersonal drama with all the fucked up family shit and the romance between Jax and Tara

Misfits is hilarious and very British and very normal but because it deals wth the supernatural it’s also not normal, it’s great and I absolutely love the romance between Alisha and Simon 

I just wrote an in-depth analysis about the below couple but f you are OK with uncomfortable dynamics and extremely potent chemistry, The Borgias is another show that you can watch

Friday Night Lights is another good one, various pairings, great interpersonal drama, beautiful character building

If you haven’t watched The OC or Roswell or One Tree Hill or Buffy The Vampire Slayer or Dawson’s Creek or Teen Wolf, those are all teen dramas that you should watch with love triangles and all the works.

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Supernatural Preferences: Finding out you've got severe depression

Trigger warning!: If you have problems with mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, don’t read or read with caution.



Sam: When depression came a’ knockin and literally all hope seemed to be flushed down the drain, you finally turned to Sam seeking help. His initial instinct was complete and utter fear. For both himself and for your life. You meant so much to him, and the thought that you were on the verge/trying to take your life broke him down. How was he supposed to live on without being a constant in his not so normal life? For his sake and most importantly yours, he kept you at his side like a shadow. Making sure every second of every day was spent showing you how important your life was and that you were here on this dammed earth for a reason.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Dean: You always acted so tough and brick walled around Dean. Trying to match his badass outer appearance (honestly he was like that inside too. Except the soft and squish center). So when you approached him and explained how you were weak and couldn’t bare anything anymore, he was at shock that he was hearing it from you. Never expecting you to be in such a horrible position. “That’s a load of shit. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and I’m damn proud to have you in my life. That’s the hard truth.” He gave you a big hearted speech while trying is best not to cry.

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Cas: From the start of your downfall into the darkness of depression, Cas knew something was wrong with you. At first he thought you might have been sick because of your ill acting. But after time he realized it was much more and a much deeper sickness than that. When it came down to it, he was the one that confronted you about it all. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?” He asked looking so hurt and sad that you were so mentally distraught. “You’re perfect in almost every sense to me, Cas. I felt ashamed to tell you how tainted I was.” He wouldn’t even let you finish replying to him before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Y/n, I am far from perfect. But you- I could never see you as anything but just that…perfect.”

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Crowley: Maybe it started around the same time Crowley began to withdraw a bit from your presence. Maybe it all came to view when ‘work’ became even the slightest bit more important. Either way you felt like a hopeless piece of shit and he wasn’t anywhere to be found. The day came when you broke down to him, yelling at how you couldn’t take it anymore. How you couldn’t take another day being in this god awful body and life. He immediately dropped everything. The Winchesters. Deals. Everything. Whether he blamed himself for partially pushing you think far into this mind set or not, he was there for you unconditionally.

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Chuck: He caught you bawling your eyes out at three am. Debating on whether or not to take this life you called pathetic. A blade was in your right hand, and a shaky fist in another. He instantly took the blade from you before you even knew of his presence. “You can’t just force me to live! I can’t do this anymore and you don’t know what it’s like living with my mind. Your God-fucking God. Take it away, make the pain stop so I can be free and happy again to live…” each word you spoke drove into his heart like a blade. Sure he was God, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just take away apart of you. Sure the part sucked, and it was a real life threatening pain in the ass. But he had his own cure for it. “Where are we going?” You asked as he took your hand and led you out off the floor. “To take a look at everything beautiful in the world. It always helps me. But this right here, this is the most beautiful thing that was ever created.” The two of you stood before a mirror, looking at your teary eyed reflection.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Gabriel: The moment you began to act even the slightest bit of odd, he knew. Whether it was a cold or just a bad mood from a period. He knew. So it was no surprise that he figured it off right from the bat that you were struggling daily with pretty much all will to do anything. “Come on kid. You’re badass with a capital A-S-S. I saw you stand up to my bag of dicks brother all for me, you can stand up for yourself all the same.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Lucifer: Lets just say that it took you awhile to feel comfortable being an open, honest emotional human with the Devil. So telling him “hey, sorry I’m a pain in the ass. But that level of pain assery just upgraded to level depression.” That was how you practiced it all in your head. Of course it came out nothing like that. In fact, you opened your mouth to tell him exactly how your mind and heart were cooperating and he kissed you. For a split moment he silenced every demon lurking in your mind. “Whatever you need me, tell me. You won’t have to ask twice.” He was more than understanding if the feeling of hidden isolation you were going through. “I just need you. I need you to hold on and please not let go. No matter what.” Every word you spoke was mumbled into his chest that he held you into. Yes, the Devil himself was even so caring for just his one not so irritating and worthless specimen of human life.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

Aliens on humans having a random nosebleed

I just got a random nosebleed (which happens fairly often to me, like AT LEAST once a week lately) and I just thought about aliens.

Like, they were already confused/horrified when a human gave them the talk and explained periods. But this. There’s is absolutely NO reason for me to bleed so often from there, still, it happens all the time. I learned to just roll with it. Now it is just a mild annoyance to me, but I can totally imagine an alien freaking out over this.

“Ah Khor'var, I was looking for you! There’s a problem with my computer, could you have a look?”

“Of course Human Laura. Can you describe the problem?”

“Well, it started to make a weird noise this morning and- oh… hang on. *annoyed sigh* shit I need some tissues, I feel it coming. *pinch her nose with one hand, tries to get on tissue out of her pocket with the other*”

“Um, is there an issue Human Laura?”

“Uh? *while holding the tissue up her nostril* Nah, just a nosebleed.”

“A nosebleed? You are bleeding? I need to call the medical team!!! How did you get wounded!? Are you dying?!”

“Nononono! Khor'var, Khor'var, dude, it’s okay, I can handle, I’m used to it, happens all the time, no worries.”

“… Ah, I see. Is it this human fertility cycle I heard about?”

“Haha no, totally different thing. It’s not periods, periods have a purpose. This is just… random bleeding for no reason I guess.”

“You mean.. You can start to bleed without being wounded, for no biological reason?!?”

“Yep pretty much.”

“And it happens regularly?!?”

“Not to every human, but it does happen a lot to me since I was a kid so.. I just roll with it now. It’s a tad annoying but eh at least it’s not both nostrils at the same time! *annoyed* I hate when that happens, I look stupid with my nose stuffed with tissue paper. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, computer noise!”

Needless to say, how humans could be bleeding for no reason and still worry about looking stupid was beyond Khor'var. Heck, how humans could start to bleed for no reason and NOT DIE was beyond him! But hey, humans are weird.

The types as how I (an ESTP) know them

Seen this around a lot, thought I’d do my own version.

I don’t know any ISFPs, so that type isn’t represented.

ISTJ- my lab coordinator- Gets off on organizing. Plans her future out to the T, but then a curveball hits and after about a day of freaking out she deals with it. Loves concerts, science, and cats. Organizes my life for me, and we get along very well.

ISFJ- research coworker- I don’t really know her well, but she is pretty quiet. Serious and focused, but not afraid to crack a smile here and there. Somehow remembers everyone’s birthdays despite only knowing us for two months. Also (I think) very scared of me. 

INFJ- friend- I ADMIRE HER AESTHETIC SO MUCH. Seriously, this girl keeps it classy everywhere. Insta? She has a color coordinated layout. Snapchat? Only the most sophisticated snaps any 19 year old I know has every taken. Twitter? Barely touches it. Uses periods at the end of everything, which makes her sound SO COOL. Kinda wanna be her, kinda wanna be dating her. 

INTJ- cousin- most driven person I know. Loves animals more than people. 100% left-brained, and the best person to go to for a logical opinion on anything. Butttt fucks up in her personal life a lot. Clingy as hell (but this is coming from an ESTP so take it with a grain of salt tbh)

ISTP- roommate- the most slytherin of all the slytherins. Super funny, sarcastic, and always down for an adventure. Weird obsession with Garfield. Watches the most TV out of anyone I know.

INFP- friend- the calmest voice EVER. The calmest person, really. A great listener, and always zen @ life. Brilliant at orgo. Surprisingly a very good rapper as well. 

ESTP- myself and my friend- our version of an icebreaker is, “hey, wanna go skydiving?” Surprised when people say no to an adventure. Cannot sit in one place and study for more than 3 hours at a time without doing something crazy, like a push-up contest in the middle of the library, to keep our sanity. 

ESFP- acquaintance- ok the first people to start any drama ever. Extra af but also great to talk to when you need to be extra af and rant/yell/complain/anything. Can go from ‘too cool for you’ to a literal puppy in five seconds. 

ENFP- best friend- A PUPPY IN HUMAN FORM. Most scatterbrained person to exist. Multiple internships, research positions, volunteer obligations, etc. a week and somehow manages to do all of it and still be bored. 

ESTJ- boyfriend- Secretly always in control, even when someone is in control. Has a backup plan for the backup plan. Fun and enthusiastic, but also kind of cautious and takes a step back before he jumps into anything. 

ESFJ- best friend- literally follows through on everything she ever says. “I’m getting lunch with you sometime this week” you bet your ass she is going to schedule this lunch, plan it, color coordinate it in her journal, and show up five minutes early with the menu already looked over online. Pushes you to be the best version of yourself by calling you out on bs you didn’t even realize you had. 

ENFJ- ex boyfriend- cheesy as hell. Loves anime, metal, and Bethoven. Most random, adaptable person I’ve yet to meet. Has a lot of feelings. 

ENTJ- brother- Holds himself with a very naturally intelligent aura. Cares a lot about his reputation and how he appears. Very hardworking and smart. Can be demeaning or rude without realizing it. Bases his self worth on his academic achievements.

ENTP- friend- craziest life story I’ve ever heard. Came over my place after a car crash very casually like ‘yeah my car just got totalled but its whatever so i heard you had pizza’ like what???? Almost always awake at 4 AM and watching the Office. Great ideas, but not enough willpower to execute them. 

INTP- friend- nerdiest person ever. Hates on himself way too much. Intelligent, funny, and sarcastic. Has a lot of emotions but doesn’t know what to do with them so ends up making stupid decisions with girls he likes and then ignoring that person forever.

‘Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It means life.’ - An Analysis of The Pilot

I’ve written before about how life-affirming this show was, but finally we have a line that’s pretty much a manifesto for it and the Moffat era in particular. This show has, since I was 12 years old provided me with something I needed. When I began being seriously bullied, it was a respite where eccentricity and outcasts were welcomed, escapism in its purest form. I don’t honestly know what I would do, or who I would be without it. The stories have always saved me when I needed them most. 

Approaching another difficult period in my life where I’m about to start living as myself and it has done it again. ‘You’re safe in here. You’re always safe in here.’ positions the TARDIS as a safe space in a world where people love to shit on millennials and minorities for needing places of sanctuary. Doctor Who offers that without question without judging us for it.

Bill’s reaction to Heather’s ‘defect’, a thinly-veiled allegory for her sexuality is in a similar vein. Bill; who is open about her sexuality; refers to it as ‘a star’, which is what causes Heather to open up to her in the first place. Bill is acceptance, something which Heather was clearly lacking in her life, and which is part of why she held on so tight to her promise. A lesser show would have killed her off, but this is not a lesser show. This is a show which lives on affirming hope. Game of Thrones, it is not. 

Speaking of Bill, the power which women hold over the narrative this episode is crucial, including the absent ones. The TARDIS, Susan (who not coincidentally was left behind because the show in its infancy quite literally didn’t know what do with her, treating her as a Problem) and River being what persuades him to travel with Bill even against his unknown promise is wonderful, but most important is Clara Oswald, whose legacy is to stand up for Bill’s agency and force the Doctor to empathise, to realise what he’s doing is wrong regardless of any reason. It’s also this that shows the Doctor again that he needs someone, someone who calls him out at the right moments. The story begins again. This really is a time for heroes.

Time and relative dimension in space, it means ‘what the hell’. 

anonymous asked:

This Sammy smiling thing reminds me of a history teacher I had one year who pretty much never genuinely smiled, and any smile she had just looked uncomfortable. About halfway through the semester she laughed at a joke a friend and I had made and smiled. The entire class just broke and none of us knew how to react other than looking scared the remainder of the period.

Pfffffffft oh my god I love that

When the businessman shoulder checks me in the airport, I do not apologize.
Instead I write an elegy on the back of a receipt and tuck it in his hand as I pass through the first class cabin.
Like a bee, he will die after stinging me.
I am twenty four and I have never cried.
Once, a boy told me he doesn’t believe in labels so I embroidered the word “chauvinist” on the back of his favorite coat.
A boy said he “liked my hair the other way” so I shaved my head instead of my pussy-
While the boy isn’t calling back, I learn carpentry, build a desk.
Write a book at the desk. 
I taught myself to cum while counting the ceiling tiles.
The boy says he prefers blondes and I steam cleam his clothes with bleach.
The boy says I am not marriage material and I put gravel in his pepper grinder.
The boy says period sex is disgusting and I slaughter a goat in his living room.
The boy doesn’t ask if he can choke me so I pretend to die while he’s doing it.
My mother says this is not the meaning of “unfazed.”
When the boy says I curse too much to be pretty and I tattoo the word “cunt” on my lower lip, my mother calls this “being very phased.”
But leftovers from the other universe are hours and hours of waiting for him to kiss me, and here, they are just hours.
Here, they are a ride bike across Long Island in June.
Here, they are a novel read in one sitting.
Here, they are arguments about god or a full night’s sleep.
Here, I hand a hour to the woman crying outside the bar.
I leave one on my best friend’s front porch,
send my mother two in the mail.
I do not slice his tires.
I do not burn the photos.
I do not write the letter.
I do not beg.
I do not ask for forgiveness.
I do not hold my breath while he finishes.
The man tells me he does not love me and he does not love me.
The man tells me who he is, and I listen.
I have so much beautiful time.
—  Alternate Universe in which I am unfazed by the men who do not love me, Olivia Gatwood, New American Best Friend
shape of you (daddy issues ch. 4)

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naomi and isaac get cozy in his bed. naomi asks isaac to draw her like one of his french girls.


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Stuck with Me

PART 1

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Sam x Reader (eventually)

Words: hair under 1,700

A/N: Once upon a time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat shit crazy for putting this out there.  

P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t confusing (but please let me know if it is).


“Hey sweetheart. What’re you doing in here so late?”

“Hungry. AGAIN. And I swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want to eat.”

“Well I’ll leave you to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”

“Goodnight. Dean.”

Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t really confident where he was.

What. In. The. Hell.

Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece? Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last night?

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Our Story- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

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Alright y’all so I had this story submitted to me and it’s adorable and so I’m posting this anon (because they prefer it that way) so you guys should be getting FOUR updates today! (I’m counting this as one!) Without further ado…. Surprise Auston Matthews!

Warning: steamy (no descriptions promise), a couple of cusses

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As we were driving there, I admitted to being nervous about what the ACC would look like, where we would sit, and if I would even enjoy the game. Nonetheless, I was happy to be there and held on to the fact that it meant a lot to my dad, which meant a lot to me.

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s3 teaser musings

“I’ll find you. I promise.”

- My first impressions of the VO was that it sounded slightly different from the finale, which made me think he[Sam] redid the speech for the trailer AND that’s probably how Claire will remember how it sounded all those years later. 


My fave bit of the 40secs has got to be Jamie at Ellen’s Tower! Not only do I love the fact that we get to *see* this bit that Jamie had alluded to in the books, but also, A+ sculpted chest shot. Lordy…


Glad to see the magically reappearing pearls again! (Would have really loved at least some mention of them in s2, but, oh well…)


Anyone who knows me by now knows my love for LOST is infinite, and this shot of him waking up is pretty much how I’d envisioned it to be!


CLAIRE AND JOE! Finally a glimpse of him! The look on her face tho. GAH!


I know a lot have speculated that this is Willie, I’m undecided, coz I feel it could be one of Jenny’s kids, perhaps saying goodbye as Jamie readies to leave for Ardsmuir. But it also could be Willie before Jamie leaves Helwater and/or after the fog incident. 


LOVE seeing proud Mama!Claire! Just LOVE seeing Mama!Claire, period <3


This is probs my cinematic fave shot of the whole teaser tbh! Very Maximus Decimus Meridius lol

Just the way Jamie’s fingers brushes the flowers, the dejected, hopeless look on his face. Can’t help but think this could possibly be after he doesn’t find Claire at Ellen’s Tower (he looks wet and that coat is beyond tattered!), and those flowers are his way of touching Claire, flowers/herbs etc were such an intrinsic part of her that will always remind him of everything about her, down to how she smelled.

I’m probably wrong on all counts (as usual) but looking forward to seeing what is and what isn’t.

For a Lost Daughter: new chapter!

On April 17th, 2016 I posted my very first fic. 

I WAS SCARED AS FCK, Y’ALL. 

You can read it between the lines of my preface of that post: 

What I said: “Very nervous to post this given how much great Outlander fanfiction there is out there, but I hope you enjoy! “

Translation: FCK FCK FCK FCK I FEEL SO DUMB AND RIDICULOUS WHY AM I DOING THIS INTRUDER ALERTS WILL BE GOING OFF THE SECOND I POST THIS, WHO AM I KIDDING THEY’RE ALREADY GOING OFF I”M SETTING THEM OFF MYSELF AND RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME BUT ALSO LOVE ME IMMEDIATELY READ IT BUT ALSO DON’T READ IT OH JESUS H ROOSEVELT CHRIST MAKE IT STOP

And yet, here we are a year later. 

I want to sincerely thank you all for being so unbelievably supportive, pretty much from day one. You guys are incredible, and I can’t thank you enough for reading, reblogging, commenting on, making art for, and generally loving on my writing and giving me an amazing community and creative outlet in a very strange period of my life. You guys rock.

AND SO, for the occasion today, I said to myself: 

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AND SO, HERE YOU GO. 



For a Lost Daughter


The Beginning: Part 1

Most recent chapterSomeone from Home

Everything in between:  Link to my Master List



For Lost Sisters 

October, 1767


“Faith?”

It was barely a murmur, but I jumped and nearly fell into the creek as I snapped my head around to face—

Jamie.

Papa, how did you kn—” I turned back away from him and wiped my tears furiously on my sleeve, mortified at how my voice seemed to vanish, “—know I was here?”

I felt the warmth of him settling on the log next to me, his hand coming to rest softly on the small of my back.  “Wee Roger told me what happened, lass.”

What happened. The tears welled up again in force, and my throat went so tight that—

Jamie turned and gathered me to him, letting me sob my heart out onto the shoulder of his clean shirt. “You’ll find your way wi’ Brianna, lass,” he said firmly, smoothing my hair and cupping my head tenderly to him. “I promise.”

But nearly two weeks at River Run hadn’t helped me find me any such a way. 


It wasn’t any one thing wrong in particular causing the trouble between my sister and me. It was a seemingly infinite series of small ones, all culminating in the overwhelming conclusion that Brianna and I might never have a mutually-fulfilling relationship. 

Everything just seemed to fall apart when the the two of us spoke or interacted for any prolonged period of time. We seemed to be forever misinterpreting each others’ words and tones; making bad assumptions misunderstanding one another at every other turn; not finding the same things funny or interesting; gravitating toward different company. …. except, critically, ROGER. 

He and I had already formed a bond before Brianna and I had met, and THAT was a problem. It was what had prompted the showdown this afternoon, in fact. Roger had sought me out to see if I wanted to go for a ride, just the two of us. We hadn’t spent time one-on-one for more than a few minutes since I’d arrived at River Run, and I’d been thrilled to accept his suggestion. I liked Roger greatly, and wanted to hear about how he and Brianna were doing and maybe get his point of view on how I might be better able to connect with her.  

Brianna, though, had been truly hurt by the notion that Roger wanted to spend time with me without her present, and an argument at the stables had become a full-out shouting match. She had all but forgotten me during the altercation, for all of her words were directed at Roger, but my presence was at the core of every word. 

Did he prefer my company to hers? 

Was he getting bored of her? 

Was he wanting to make a SWITCH? 

I’d slipped quietly away from the brawl, toward the woods, trying my very best not to cry until I’d gotten out of earshot of the stables. 


“I can’t do anything right by her, Papa,” I sobbed. All of the pain and hurt clung to me like leeches, stabbing me with guilt. “Everything I try—anytime I try to act differently, to reach her or understand better, just—backfires, and she hates me all the more for it.”

“She doesna hate ye, Faith,” Jamie said sharply. “I see your hurt, but I see hers, too. She doesna hate ye,” he repeated. “Ye must trust me on that, at least.”

I nodded as I pulled back and wiped my eyes. He meant well, but it was wishful thinking, at best. 

“Though I must confess something to ye, mo chridhe,” he said, of a sudden, “sometimes, I feel precisely the same.”

That took me aback and I coughed, sniffling to catch my breath. “Feel how?”

“That I canna do anything right by her.”

I peered at him, my eyes still burning. “Truly? But you two seem—”

“Aye, we seem,” he said, nodding, “but it’s something we have to work at, aye?” Jamie rose and knelt by the water, rummaging lightly in the sand. “Ye know, for as much as you seem a copy of your mother and Brianna one of me, you and I are quite remarkably alike, mo nighean dubh.”

God, how I loved Jamie Fraser—because he was my father, yes; because of all he’d done for me, yes; but also simply for himself. The way he had placed his immediate attention on finding skipping stones to give me time to compose myself, to allow me privacy and time to absorb what he was about to say without feeling I was under scrutiny.

“How are we alike, Papa?” I asked, feeling the rush of tenderness flood through me despite my inner turmoil. Yes, I could easily see why he’d made a lifelong impression upon Claire Beauchamp. Jamie Fraser was a man of heart and of care; of love

“Well, in many ways, in fact, in our manner and look….but at present, I mean that we’re both outsiders of this new family,” he said, skipping a stone thrice before it plonked into the deep water. “Claire and Brianna—they’ve had one another for twenty years, from the very beginning. They ken one another: their moods and tendencies; everything.” He skipped another, managing five jumps this time. “And compared to that, you and I….well, we can hardly be anything but at a disadvantage, aye?”

I made a sound in my throat, part snort, part sob. I knew, alright. 

He went on. “You and I are just getting to know one another, true. But on top of that, I’m still learning Claire again and getting to know Brianna for the first time; and I make mistakes in plenty, in that.” He managed to skip a stone clear to the far bank of the creek. “There’s love between Bree and I, yes, and true affection and liking, too; and yet I’ll say something that vexes her, and I willna ken what in God’s name to say to make it right. Claire is the only reason I havena driven Brianna to clobber me upside the head these last months.” 

Despite everything, I laughed, and Jamie smiled, too. “You and I are alike,” he repeated, “in that we’re still strangers to them, Faith: beloved, important, worthy of their love—but still strangers, in one form or another. It’s joy to build these bonds that join the four of us, utter joy— but not effortless, aye?”

“No indeed,” I laughed darkly. “It seems more effort than joy, for me.”

“But it will be joy, when the two of ye connect at last, aye?” he asked, looking over in concern. “Ye do wish to have something better wi’ her?”

“Yes,” I said at once, “God, it’s keeping me up at night longing for it, Papa. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be able to understand Brianna enough to be a good sister. Everything I do is a misstep—it seems I fail to meet her expectations every single day, in some way or other. We get into the same bed every night, and I’m… afraid! Afraid to say anything to her at all! I seek out Fergus so often because I’m scared to take up too much time and energy from Roger and Ian, and even more so from you and Maman—because I don’t want her to feel I’m taking too much of her people for myself.”

There was true consternation on his face at that, verging on anger. “Has she said as much? That she resents the time ye—”

“No!” I said hastily, waving my hands in dismissal. “No, not at all, I just…NO, I …” I sighed. “It’s only that I tend toward anxiety and avoidance, when I’m afraid, comprends?” I clenched the fabric of skirt in my fists, not meeting his eye. “Fixate and flee. That’s my way.”

Lord, wasn’t that the truth? That’s why it had taken me MONTHS and intense encouragement from Oliver to leave the twenty-second-century and actually set out to find my family—because I’d been too caught up in the what ifs and my many, many crippling fears. It’s why going directly to Ocracoke had been such a leap—I’d faced the danger head-on, and WON. 

Only, the tragedy was that I hadn’t managed to ground that victory in my heart, going forward. I wished I was the woman who’d battled at the stones; but here, in this, I was no more than a small, scared girl. 

“No,” I repeated, doing my best to reassure him, “and please, don’t tell her—or anyone—that I suggested such a thing. It’s just…” I looked up to the canopy of trees overhead, as if the correct words might be found up there, “—difficult… in all the ways I perhaps feared it would be. And…it makes me feel as though I’m not supposed to be here, after all.”

“Listen to me, now.” Jamie knelt and took my hand in his, my cheek in his other. “You’re our daughter, Faith, our child; our firstborn child, and nothing,” he gave me a gentle shake for emphasis, eyes blazing into mine, “nothing—not even Brianna—will ever come between you and your mother and me. Do ye hear me, lass? Not ever. I willna allow it.”

So vehement were his words, so intense his guileless blue eyes, that I couldn’t help but believe. 

I nodded and put my arms around his neck. I savored the comfort of his words and his embrace, trusting in them, at least while their love encircled me. 

A long time later, he kissed my cheek and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the water’s edge, where we had a friendly rock-skipping competition. He won, of course, but he didn’t gloat, and even taught me how better to adjust my grip and wrist.

“I think, too,” he said abruptly, after I’d managed a ten-skip run, “she’s that wee bit jealous, ken?” 

“Bree? Jealous of me?”

“Aye,” he said, brows drawn as he lobbed a stone of his own. “Can ye no’ see it? You’ve such a strong sense of self, Faith,” he went on, at the shake of my head. “The steadiness and sweetness ye have, coupled wi’ your prodigious learning and all the things ye’ve done and seen. Everyone admires ye so greatly, Brianna included.” He picked up another stone and rubbed it between his fingers. “And that’s so verra far from where Bree is, in her own life.” 

“People love Bree, too!” I countered, “Hell, Ian hangs on her every word! She’s beautiful; she’s funny. Her paintings are exquisite. And Lord, you call me a prodigy but she’s a genius. She can do things with numbers at a speed I can’t even fathom! So don’t make me out to be some marvel,” I said, heating up in defense of her, “when she’s just as—” 

“I know, I know, Faith,” Jamie said, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in reassurance. “She’s got just as much to be proud of as you. But,” he said pointedly, finding another rock, “Brianna came back through the stones to us at a crucial time in her life—a time when a lass of her upbringing would be making important decisions about her occupation, her life’s direction, aye? University or marriage or whatever else….and she chose to come here.” 

He skipped the rock but missed atrociously and ended up clattering it on a boulder halfway across. 

He sighed. “Lord knows, I thank Him every day that she did, if only to give us the chance to be a family for a time, at least… but it’s hard for her, ken? She doesna ken what is to be her place here. You’ve your healing, your languages; and on top of it, you’ve been accustomed since a bairn to moving about and adapting to new times and places and folk. Brianna….” He shook his head again. “She's—still so young aye? Young in age and in experience; and she’s come to a new time not even knowing properly who she wishes to be, be it here or in her own place. Do ye see, lass?”

I felt my heart twinge with pain and sadness—not for myself. For my sister. 

“Yes, I see, precisely.”

I had come to River Run craving so deeply to be loved and to feel as if I belonged, that I hadn’t fully stopped to consider how greatly my sister was yearning for the same things. It had been a foregone conclusion, to me, that Brianna was established and confident and seeing me as an outsider—but now that he put it that way—

Brianna must feel as lost as me.

“It may take more time, yet,” my father was saying, hugging me in that way that made me feel bowled over by utter warmth and safety, “but you’re doing just fine, dear heart. And the two of ye will find your rhythm, in time. She just wants to find her place, same as the rest of us.”


This feels very official, does it not?” Fergus whispered to me in French, his eyes flicking around Jocasta’s huge dining table where sat in conference Fergus, me, Brianna, Roger, Ian, Jamie, and Claire.

Definitely,” I whispered back in the same language, grinning, “I should have brought my gavel!” 

It did feel a bit absurdly formal, for all of us to be gathered here in broad daylight with no food before us, as though we were conducting a meeting of some board of trustees….but it was a matter of family business, after all. We’d been taking our ease these last two weeks, enjoying the chance to be together, but it was time to begin making plans to get back to Wilmington and take possession of the print shop before the season turned cold and winter set in. 

Jamie had conveniently selected this time, knowing that Jocasta would be napping. As grateful as I knew he was for his aunt’s lavish hospitality toward the overabundant brood of relations that had taken up residence under her roof, we all knew it was best to conduct these planning discussions without her formidable presence looming, else we would all be obliged to submit to her suggestions—and this next phase of life was about the Frasers

“If you’re quite finished,” Jamie was saying, giving Fergus and me a stern look that made both of us grin like naughty children before quieting, “I’ve been in communication wi’ the landlord in Wilmington and he’s agreed to let us have the vacant shop next door at half price, as it’s gone unrented for so long.” 

“Another shop?” piped up Wee Ian. “What for, Uncle?” 

“A surgery,” Claire blurted, transparent in her overflow of excitement. “A place where people can come to get medicines, get their teeth seen to, wounds mended, and so on.” 

I loved seeing Maman’s passion shining through her usual reserve. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

“And you’re going to be the healer, Auntie Claire?” 

“Aye, your Auntie is a rare fine healer, Ian, but so is your cousin,” Jamie was saying, inclining his head toward me. 

Oui, superbe!” Fergus added. “You should have seen how she mended me on our journey.” 

Roger, damn him, piped in about some small scratch I had tended on the road south from Richmond, and I smiled but found my cheeks reddening and my gaze darting toward Brianna across the table from me. Her face was stony. 

God, everyone, change the subject, stop talking about me, please, PLEASE change the subject! 

Thankfully, Claire did. “So, we’ll have the two shops operating side by side. There seems to be a lack of printers AND healers in Wilmington at present, so with all of us working together, we should be able to turn a profit fairly quickly, pay back Jocasta her loan, and be operating on our own two feet financially by next summer, if we manage the books judiciously.”

“Well said, Sassenach,” Jamie said, making a note with his quill. “Now, Faith, lass, you’re of course to work mostly wi’ your mother at the surgery; Fergus and Roger will be needed wi’ me at the print shop; Brianna and Ian,” he said, turning to the two youngest of our contingent, “you’ll be of great use in supporting both establishments, going back and forth to—” 

“I could be the one to manage the books,” Brianna said suddenly, her face brightening more fully than I’d seen her in weeks. Her voice was urgent with enthusiasm, in fact. “I got top marks in my accountancy courses, and I’d love to try my hand at it.”

“Do not worry yourself, Brianna.” Fergus met Bree’s eye with a charming, apologetic smile. “It’s been my own task for years, Milord’s bookkeeping. It would be no great task at all for me to continue doing so.” 

I kicked Fergus under the table. He grunted and gave me a WHAT? kind of look. I gave him one in return (‘Don’t call the one thing for which she’s excited ‘no great task at all’!), but he didn’t seem to comprehend. 

“True,” Brianna said sharply and carefully, her nostrils flaring, and I couldn’t tell if she was trying not to cry or not to throttle Fergus, “but you’re also needed as one of the primary writers for the paper, in addition to Da. Let me take this part of your plate. I’m excellent at math and figuring. I know I can do it.” 

Fergus gaped and stammered a bit. If I was at odds with Brianna in our sibling relationship, he certainly was. Despite having several months advance in opportunities to get to know him, Brianna hadn’t known quite what to make of this pseudo-sibling, and vise versa. 

“Aye, you’re certainly good at maths, hen,” Roger said gently. Damn him, he had the gall to look uncomfortable as Fergus at this turn of events. “But you’ve never actually managed a business operation before. Fergus has. Don’t you think he might be the more natural choice?”

Brianna looked as though Roger had slapped her. Despite her height, her Red-Jamie-intensity and general ill humor these last few weeks, she looked so young and vulnerable and hurt, I wanted to take her into my arms as I’d done at Craigh na Dun. Jesus H Christ, Rog, I wanted to scream at him, YOU should come to her support first above everyone, you —

“Brianna can do it,” I said, bolting to my feet before I even stopped to consider the movement, and drawing all twelve eyes directly to me like laser beams. Bree looked as startled as the rest of them, but wary, to boot, and also…touched?  

I balled my fists and plowed forward, trying not to look at her. No fixating. No fleeing. “She’s the best with numbers and reckoning of any of us at this table. You should have seen her the other day helping Ulysses with calculations for the provisions order from New Bern. She did it all in her head, like THAT!” I snapped my fingers for emphasis. “Calculations you would have had to do on paper, Fergus. Sorry, but it’s true” I said, with a significant look and a regretful grimace, though it was indeed the truth. “She’s the best equipped of all of us to take care of the finances. It’s got to be Bree.”  

“Fergus?” Jamie asked with raised eyebrows, carefully, neutrally

Fergus saw the fire in my expression and—bless him—swallowed back a retort. “Very well. The job is yours, Brianna.” 

She took a deep breath and smiled almost shyly.  “Thank you. If I get stuck at any point, you’ll help me?” 

“Of course, ma chère,” he said with grace and a smile that said all was well. I squeezed his hand under the table. 

“Well, then, that settles it,” Jamie said, making a note on his paper. “Brianna, lass, you shall be our financière.” 

We moved hastily on to other business, to dates and plans, packing lists and arguments over whether or not Rollo would be joining us; but Brianna made sure to catch my eye as soon as possible. For once, her expression was soft, open, no hostility or suspicion. She simply smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.” 

My breath caught and my heart squeezed as I smiled back and silently whispered. “Got your back,” and the grin she tried and failed to suppress melted my heart completely. 

I could have sworn I saw the corner of Jamie’s mouth twitching. As I smiled at him, the twitch blossomed into a beaming glow just for me. Good lass. 



[[more to come. at some point.]]

Honestly Call the Midwife is such a special show. Every episode is so rich. It furthers the plot and main character arcs while also always having a pregnancy-of-the-week with real depth and poignancy, usually adding to the main characters’ plot both directly and through subtle parallels. It’s light and funny as well as dark and real. It’s one of the few shows that makes me sob pretty much every episode. It has wonderful characters, mostly women, each with flaws and pasts and hopes for the future. It also doesn’t use the time period in which it’s set as an excuse for a lack of diversity; it has characters from all walks of life and even a loving lesbian relationship between two main characters. I just can’t express my love for it enough. It’s always such a treat at the beginning of every year to get a new series.

anonymous asked:

For the character rating thing: DORIAN

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS. Dorian Havilliard is the love of my life, my husband and my princeling. I will love him forever and would legit go through a wyrdgate to Rifthold for him. Let me break this down: 

Cute: “She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name” - this literally makes my heart skip

Adorable: I mean he got Celeana a puppy, brought her books and chocolate and cheered her up when she was on her period 

Pretty: I love how much care he takes in looking good. In EOS when they were going through a freakin swamp he made sure that his clothes stayed perfectly clean and that his hair didn’t fall out of place!! 

Gorgeous: see below, NEED I SAY MORE

“Dorian Havilliard smiled at her. It was a polished smile, and reeked of court-trained charm. Sprawled across the throne, he had his chin propped by a hand, his golden crown glinting in the soft light. On his black doublet, an emblazoned gold rendering of the royal wyvern occupied the entirety of the chest. His red cloak fell gracefully around him and his throne.

Yet there was something in his eyes, strikingly blue—the colour of the waters of the southern countries—and the way they contrasted with his raven-black hair that made her pause. He was achingly handsome, and couldn’t have been older than twenty”

LORD MERCY: AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF WE KNOW THAT THIS BOY IS AMAZING IN BED. LIKE 11/10

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Happy Birthday BTS

Today, the boys are celebrating 4 years since they’ve debuted and I just want to say congratulations to them. I want to tell the story of how I became a BTS fan and how they have affected me. It might be quite long, so read at your own risk. I was relatively new to Kpop, so I became a fan of BTS in 2015, a little after HYYH pt.1. When I first got into Kpop, BTS was not my first group. I had only heard of EXO and I had learned so much about EXO and became familiar with them, that when my friend recommended that I listen to BTS, I was reluctant to do so. I didn’t think I would like BTS as much as I liked EXO at the time, but I thought, “why not?” and gave them a listen. The first music video and song I’ve ever watched of BTS was Dope. And this is gonna sound hella cheesy but that’s exactly what I thought of the video: it was DOPE! But even after deciding that I liked the video, my ignorance of Kpop still pulled me towards EXO. As I became more accustomed to the genre, I began to listen to different groups and songs outside of EXO. I remember watching an EXO vine that featured a song I have never heard before, but I was so intrigued by the song that I went and looked it up. The song ended up being Cypher pt.3 by BTS and that’s when a shifted happened. I am a huge fan of rap and hip-hop and this song had the type of beat the type of hype that I love and I was feeling it 100%. I had never heard anything like this from EXO and it made me want to listen to BTS a lot more. And so I did. Pretty soon I learned a lot about each member and I began to love them just as much as I loved EXO.
When BTS came back with Run, I was extremely excited because this was the first comeback that I was able to be a part of as a fan of BTS. It meant so much to me that I was able to experience the teasers, the promotion period, and the release of the album. As 2015 came to an end and 2016 emerged, my love for BTS had outgrown my love for EXO.
Fast forward to now, BTS is still my number one, even compared to the many Western Artist that I love.
BTS bring out so many emotions within me and there are no amount of words that could describe how I feel about them, or how they make me feel. I have never experienced such strong emotions for a group of people I have never even met or seen in person. BTS work so hard and I can’t help but admire them. I admire their music and their personalities and I have so much respect for them, not as a fan, but as a human being respecting other human beings. I am so glad that I was able to witness their success from when I became a fan, til now because they have accomplished so much. They truly came from nothing, and now they are one of the biggest artists in the world. And during it all, they never lost hope, and they never lost sight of who they are, and where they came from and to me, that is the most amazing thing about them. I love BTS and I pray that they reach an even bigger goal and accomplish more than they already have. I may not have been here from the beginning, but I will be here until the end. Happy 4 year anniversary Bangtan.

Shortcake (Connor Murphy X Reader)

AN; The reader is like so innocent she’s like— borderline anime girl. Not exactly the request I got, but close! This is all over the place. Short reader, loves! I just love the nickname shortcake lmao

WC; 1,369

TW; weeeeeeeed, suicide mention :<, anger con :,<

Your skirt bounced and your flats clicked as you practically skipped through the hallways, happiness radiating from you. You spotted Connor Murphy and your heart stopped, then sped back up. You smiled happily and caught up to him, poking him on the arm.

“Hey, Connor!” You laughed as he turned to you, a surprised look on his face. His face fell into a small smile, and he halfheartedly waved at you. You had been Connor’s only friend before he had tried to commit suicide, and you helped him recover afterwards. Due to spending so much time together, you had fallen in love together without letting the other know. You were heartbroken when you found out he tried to end his own life because he felt alone and misunderstood. You felt like you failed your job as being his friend, so you decided you would try to be more than his friend eventually.

“Hey, shortcake.” Connor said warmly, using your nickname.

“Beanpole.” You smiled up at him, gently punching him. Connor laughed and looked up, walking straight ahead.

“Hey, do you wanna skip 8th period with me, go smoke behind the school?” Connor said, smirking and looking at you.

“Oh, uh, are you sure we won’t get in trouble? I’m not smoking though.” You whispered, curiosity in your eyes.

“C’mon, shortcake, I’m an expert.” Connor winked at you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the school without getting noticed. Your face was pink by the time you both got the the risers on the track. Connor went underneath, pulling you gently behind him. He sat against a pole and dug a blunt out of his pocket, lighting it. You sat criss-cross in the grass, pushing your skirt down to cover everything. You started playing with the flowers around you while smiling like a child. Connor blew smoke upwards,  glancing at you occasionally. He blushed every time he saw you giggle and put a flower in your french braid. You eventually made eye contact and Connor spoke up.

“You want a hit?” Connor laughed, coughing a bit.

“Uhm, I don’t know how to?” You squeaked, tucking a flower behind your ear. Connor laughed and shook his head, his eyes slowly turning a bit red. You stared at Connor’s frizzy hair as an idea popped into your head.

“Can I braid your hair?” You blurted, a cute innocent look in your eyes. Connor shrugged and shifted so his back was facing you. You started to french braid flowers into his hair, mostly so he would match you. Connor mumbled a few curse words when you pulled on his hair to put a rubber band around it.

“I’m wearing this all day.” Connor mumbled, touching it gently. You giggled and gently rain a finger over the braid happily.. Connor made butterflies appear in your stomach, no matter what he was doing. You were in love with him. Connor scooted forward a bit and leaned back, resting his head in your lap. He had put the blunt out and on the ground.

“Can we just lay here together?” Connor asked, looking into your eyes happily. You turned red and nodded, gently touching his face. Connor sighed happily and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Oh gosh, oh my goodness.” You whispered. “I’m in love with you.”

Only thirty minutes later did you wake Connor up for 9th period. He groaned and rolled over, right off your lap.

“9th period?” Connor croaked.

“Mhm,” You hummed, grabbing your little purse and standing up.

“Did you just let me sleep on you or something?” Connor asked, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.” You smiled, letting him take your hand and sneak you back into the school right as the bell rang and teens flooded out of the hallways. People stopped and started whispering and laughing as you and Connor walked next to each other.

“Why is everyone staring?” Connor grumbled, looking at you confused. You face lit up bright red as you realized Connor still had a braid and flowers in his hair.

“O-Oh, um, your-you let me, er, do your hair? A-And I put flowers i-in it?” You whispered, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Connor stopped a few feet ahead of you, going tense.

“What?” Connor asked coldly, trying to control his anger. People thought he was a freak already, and this is not what he needed. Now people were going to call him gay.

“I-I’m sorry Connor I-” You began, stepping forward with your hands up.

“Wow, Connor, now your hair makes you look like a hippie school shooter!” An annoying kid named Jared Kleinman called out, laughing obnoxiously.

Connor slowly spun around and practically growled, anger in his eyes.

“This is all your fault.” He hissed, pushing you to the ground and storming away. You shook gently and quickly exploded in tears. You got up and started running away, away from the crowd. You heard a few people you only knew the names of call your name and try to follow you. You flats clicked down the hallway as you reached the back door and flung yourself outside, tears falling.


“Mom, I don’t feel good.” You said again for the third time this week. Your mom sighed and nodded, leaving you home alone again. You stayed home for the last two days ever since Connor pushed you. It broke your heart and made you think he only thought of you as someone he could be around so he wasn’t completely alone. You had eaten a whole tub of ice cream and binge watched two Netflix series already.

Today you showered and dressed, only to go sit on the computer. You stared at it for a minute, wondering what to even do on it. You frowned and slowly typed into the search bar.

‘shortcake definition’

You clicked on the Urban Dictionary link at the top.

shortcake;

Nickname given to the most beautiful person in the world.

She’s short and sweet and makes me haaaappy, she’s a shortcake!

Your face lit up bright red, a smile on your face. The smile faded when you realized Connor would probably never talk to you again. You would never get to hear his cute voice tease you and call you shortcake again. 

A loud knock sounded on your front door. You sighed and got up, pulling your dress down slightly. You peeked through the peep hole and almost had a heart attack when you saw Connor standing there, flowers in his hands. He had a bun in his hair and another flower behind his ear. You took a deep breath and swung the door open, a blank look on your face.

“Oh, um, hey shortcake.” Connor smiled nervously, handing you the flowers. Your face burned red at the name as you hesitantly took the flowers.

“Why are you here, Connor?” You called out softly, looking into the flowers to avoid eye contact.

“I-I came to say I’m sorry.” Connor’s voice cracked, almost like he was crying.

“Connor-” You looked up, shocked at what you saw. “Are you.. Crying?”

“N-no-um-yes? I was just- so worried. I thought that-that you’d never want to see me again.” Connor mumbled, looking up to keep the tears back.

“I was worried I would loose my shortcake.”  Connor added, slowly making eye contact with you. You stared at him for a minute, figuring you didn’t have much to loose anymore.

“I love you, beanpole.” You dropped the flowers and flung yourself into his arms, making him almost loose his balance.

“Oh, good, I love you too, shortcake.” Connor whispered, kissing your hair.