ps: i love the cover to this book because i think she looks like me

jeemyjamz  asked:

I was wondering if you could write a fic (inspired by the Extra gum commercial) where for every momentous event that happened in their life (First meet, first kiss, etc), Jughead writes about his feelings about her and he compiles all his little notes until the end where he gives it to Betty before proposing to her Ps. if you could have it where Jughead includes his proposal note for Betty to read before he actually proposes to her, I'll probably die from the feels

Ah! Sorry this took so long, I loved the idea so much but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to execute it so I hope it does this amazing request justice!

A/N: I wasn’t sure of when they first met in canon, so I just made something up. Sorry if it’s totally wrong lol. Also, I referenced a fic I wrote about their first date so you can find that here. Hope you like it @jeemyjamz!!!

Betty stepped into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe expecting to find Jughead waiting for her in the same booth they had been meeting at since they were kids. Instead, she found the entire restaurant decorated the way it had been on their first date nearly ten years ago, twinkle lights and candles illuminating the entire room in a beautiful white light that made everything glow.

“Juggie?” Betty called out to the empty restaurant, scanning the room from one end to the other for any sign of him and realizing that he was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked as though there was no one working in the kitchen or behind the counter either. She was completely alone. And it was starting to make her nervous.

“Okay, don’t freak out, you’re fine,” Betty muttered to herself, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it into a booth next to her. But instead of landing in the booth, the long black coat missed the seat completely and landed into a heap on the floor. Frustrated, Betty bent down to retrieve it when she noticed markings on the tile that hadn’t been there the previous day. “What’s this?”

Betty leaned forward to find that a line of arrows were drawn in thick black marker all along the tiled floor. Curious, Betty followed their lead until she ended up standing in front of the same booth she had thought she would find Jughead when she first entered the restaurant. But instead of her boyfriend, she found a thick, leather-bound journal waiting for her on the table. Picking it up, she noticed the sticky note stuck to the cover and smiled to herself, reading the words slowly as she took in the familiar slant of Jughead’s handwriting.

“Betty Cooper, if you weren’t such as grade-A super sleuth, I wouldn’t have trusted you to find this - but luckily for me, you’re a much better detective than I ever was so I suspect you have found the journal and are reading this note right now. I guess I should tell you that I’m giving this to you because I’ve been writing in this book since I was ten-years-old and every single entry is a memory of our time together. I’ve marked the ones of the most interest and am hoping that you will read them and not think less of me. Once you’ve reached the last page and you have followed the directions, you will find me waiting for you. Have fun traveling down memory lane. See you on the other side.”

Taking a deep breath, Betty opened to the first marked page and began to read. 

The First Day of Kindergarten (Age 5)

This is the day I first met you. I saw your parents dropping you off in the classroom and remember thinking that you had the shiniest blonde hair I had ever seen. All I could think about the entire day - during nap time and recess and snack - was running up to you and pulling on that curly blonde ponytail of yours. So I did. And while most of the girls in our class would have cried or screamed or thrown blocks at my head, you simply turned around, smiled that sweet smile of yours, and said, “Hi. I’m Betty Cooper. If you want, you can sit with me on the carpet during circle time. I’ll even let you touch my ponytail. All you have to do is ask.” I couldn’t believe it. A five-year-old with better manners than most of the adults in my life. My mind couldn’t fully grasp it, and I knew, even if I didn’t fully understand it at the time, that my entire world was about to change. So once I learned how to write in complete sentences without fully botching the grammar - that’s when I started this journal for you. A journal of all the times you changed my life. A journal of how my world continues to change everyday because of you.

Betty flipped to the next page and immediately noticed that the handwriting had changed. These were the entries that he had written when he was a kid. And they were addressed to her.

The Day You Let Me Sit On Your Swing Set (Age 10)

I spent most of the day crying. My dad’s drinking again. He’s so angry at mom and Jellybean is scared and I just needed to get away from them. So I took Jellybean and we just kept walking until we found ourselves in front of your house. You saw us and without saying a word, you led us into your backyard. You got Jellybean a popsicle because you saw that she was sad, and then we just sat on your swing set thinking of silly names to call the birds landing in your yard until your mom came home. It made be feel a little better. That was really nice of you and I’ll never forget it.

The Day of the Middle School Dance (Age 13)

I hate participating in school sanctioned-activities. I would rather stick a dozen pins in my eyes and beat them down with a hammer than be seen in a ridiculous suit and tie, parading through the cheaply-decorated school gym like I’m oblivious to the way everyone is looking at me like I’m the scum of the Earth but talk to me anyway because I’m friends with Archie. But anyway, I saw you sitting on the curb outside of the school, looking down at your shoes like there was a piece of gum stuck on the bottom. (But there wasn’t, I remember checking when you lifted your feet off the ground so Reggie wouldn’t run over them with his skateboard). So I sat next to you and asked you why you were sad. You said you didn’t want to talk about it, but I could see you staring at Archie from across the parking lot and I knew you were sad he didn’t ask you to the dance. I knew how badly you wanted to go. So I asked you to come to the dance with me instead. To my surprise you said yes. And we had a good time. And I think that if you wanted me to ask you to another dance, I would do it. Because I think you look really pretty in a dress. (Well, I always think you look pretty). But seeing you in a dress was different somehow. It made my heart beat really fast. And I think I liked how that felt.

The Day of Our First Kiss (Age 16)

Something has changed between us. Something I could never put into words. Something that, if I even tried to say it out loud, I would never be able to explain it in a way that would do it justice. So I climbed into your bedroom to see if you were alright after visiting Polly and I wanted to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. I wanted you to know that things had changed and you could count on me to be there for you. So I kissed you. And it was like a weight being lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. It felt so natural. It felt like I was meant to kiss you like that everyday for the rest of forever. And who knows, maybe I will. Although, let’s face it - we both know I’m not lucky enough to deserve that - to deserve you. I never have been.

The Day I Told You I Loved You (Age 17)

Today was the best and worst day of my life. My father’s funeral felt like it lasted an entire lifetime. It was cold and wet and gave every indication that it was recreated from a scene straight out of a Poe novel. But you were right by my side the entire time and it made it (almost) bearable to be standing there watching him get lowered into the ground. You held me when I cried. You pulled me away when I let my anger get the better of me and punched my hand through the stained glass window of the church. And when you were wrapping the bandage around my wound I felt this voice screaming at me - you have to tell her. You have to tell her before it’s too late because too late might be tomorrow and life is just too short to waste any moments. So I told you. I told you and you smiled and you said it back. And I cried again because I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that. But you do. And I know I don’t deserve it, but I will never take it for granted.

The Day You Left Riverdale (Age 19)

I should hate you. I should be glad you’re gone and hope you never step foot on this godforsaken town’s soil ever again. I should want to wish the worst for you and hope you never succeed in anything you do. But I’m not the person I would have been if I had never met you. You changed me. So I can’t hate you. I’m too in love with you to hate you. And it kills me to write this so bluntly, but there’s no other way to put it - This sucks. And it’s you’re fault.

The Day You Came Back (Age 23)

The moment you stepped into my office, I knew I had to be having one of those hallucinations one gets when they’re stuck in the desert for days without food or water. You couldn’t be real. You couldn’t be walking towards me with your hair pulled back and your face even more beautiful than I remembered. But there you were. You were you. And I was me. And I had so much to say. So much you needed to know. But instead, I took a step towards you, and you looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I realized that I couldn’t stand another second of not touching you. So I took your face in my hands and I kissed you and suddenly we didn’t need words. We just needed each other. And that was enough.

Betty wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to the next page. “Flip to the last page and close your eyes,” the words read, causing Betty’s head to swim with so many thoughts and emotions she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Doing as the journal instructed, she skipped to the very last page and shut her eyes before she could read what was written. She could hear faint footsteps coming towards her and her palms began to sweat as she clutched the journal with both hands.

“Open your eyes and look at the journal.” Jughead’s voice made her heart skip a beat as she slowly did as she was told and lifted the book to read the title of the last journal entry.

The Day I asked You To Marry Me (Age 25)

…To Be Continued

Betty’s heart stopped as she dropped the journal onto the floor and looked down to see the boy she had loved for so many years, kneeling before her with a velvet ring box in his hand.

“Bets, there are a thousand eloquent speeches I could have written to express how much you mean to me, but I don’t think we need the fancy words or heartfelt soliloquies anymore,” Jughead began, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he held the box out in front of him for her to see. “I think that all I need to say to you is this. I’ve been in love with you since the very first entry in that journal. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I think the fact that I felt the need to start it in the first place is proof enough. You’re my world, Betty Cooper, and I want to be able to fill a hundred more journals just like this one with every memory that we share together for the rest of time. Will you marry me?”

In that moment, every memory she had of Jughead flashed across her mind just like the pages in his journal. The boy who loved playing with her ponytail, the boy who needed a swing to swing on and a friend to watch birds with when he was feeling sad, the boy who could tell when she was sad and needed someone to go to the dance with, the boy who lit up her world like twinkle lights and decorative candles illuminating Pop’s. She had spent most of her life with this boy - this man - kneeling in front of her and she wanted to spend everyday that came next, right by his side.

Without a word, Betty took the journal from his hands and lunged for the pen on the counter, her hand shaking as she wrote furiously in the journal. Jughead’s throat closed up as he watched in anticipation, waiting for the girl he loved to answer the most important question he had ever asked in his entire life. Betty turned the journal so he could read it and he stood from his kneeling position to scoop her up into his arms, tossing the journal onto the floor so that it slid across the tile and revealed Betty’s words to the empty diner.

She said yes.

ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)

Masterlist / Prompt List

Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.

And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.

He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”

And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.

You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”


“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.

You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

I’ll Be Around For You

Hello there, kiddos! Welcome to the second installment of my ghost Laurens au! To read the first chapter, clickity-click right here. There is, of course, some of that Good Ole Angst in this chapter because my crops needed it, but there’s some fluff, too, so buckle your angst seatbelt and take your toothbrush with you! ;))) (PS If you’re wondering where I am, the answer is homework, which is currently killing me just a lil bit. I read all of your messages, tho, and will reply asap! I love you kiddos so much!! <333)

PART TWO: The Laurens Interlude

“Alexander?” Eliza hovered in the doorway of the study at the Schuyler Mansion, where Philip Schuyler had set Alexander up to prepare for his upcoming bar exam, giving him full access to the law books Philip had amassed over the years.

“Hmm?” he hummed, not looking up from the many books and parchment covering the tiny desk in front of him.

“There’s a letter for you.” The way Eliza’s voice cracked went unnoticed by Alexander. The fact that she was personally delivering this letter also failed to strike him as odd, which it indeed was.

He glanced at the paper she’d extended to him, only catching the sender’s last name: Laurens.

“It’s from John Laurens. I’ll read it later.”

Eliza sighed. “No. It’s from his father.”

Alexander placed his quill in the nearly empty jar of ink. “His father?” He felt like the air had been knocked right out of him. His father. He took a shaky breath. “Will you read it?”

Eliza looked at the sealed letter, then into her husband’s eyes. She slowly nodded her head, breaking the red seal with a delicate finger. She opened the tri-folded letter, and Alexander noticed her hands were shaking ever so slightly.

“‘On Tuesday, the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know…”

The words began to jumble together in Alex’s head. He could hear his sweet Eliza’s voice, he could see her holding the letter, the tremor in her hands growing worse as she read on, but he could not make sense of any of it.

The words my son was killed were the only thing echoing in his mind. They took up every corner, every atom of his brain. They were loud, incessant, yet he still refused to believe them, to believe that Laurens, his Laurens, was gone.

“Alexander,” Eliza said, the letter gently placed on his desk, her hand even more gently placed on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

A million responses came to Alexander’s mind, but none of them were adequate. No. He knew there would never be a word, an emotion, an expression, that was strong enough to explain how he felt.

He shrugged his wife, whom he loved, whom he loathed to see so worried, so sad, off of his shoulder and heard himself respond, “I have so much work to do.”


What Alexander and Eliza didn’t know was that John Laurens was in the Schuyler Mansion. That he had been, in fact, since the moment he died. He’d spent the first few days trailing Alexander, watching him study, watching him adore his sleeping son, joke with his father-in-law.

He also watched Eliza. At first he was jealous of her. He didn’t want to be, but he couldn’t help it. He watched, heart aching, as she snuggled up close to Alexander at night, as Alexander lovingly pet her hair and showered her with gentle kisses.

But he also watched as she fretted over Alexander, much in the same way John had taken to by the time they’d reached Yorktown. It’d been one thing for John himself to be self-destructive. It was an entirely different thing when it was Alexander. Especially after… After. After John had realized how he felt. After he realized Alexander wasn’t the only one who felt more than friendship blooming between them.

It was in watching Eliza worry much like John had, like John still did, that he began to like her, then love her, all within the space of a few hours, really. It was both because he had little else to do other than watch her and her gentle ways, and because she was just that sweet and charming a person.

Lastly, he studied little Philip. He couldn’t help the grin that broke across his face when Alexander held his son, tears still gathering in his eyes even though Philip was seven months old. He knew it was because Alexander was so happy, so relieved, to have a family. It’d been all he’d ever wanted.

Who was John to loath the fact that Alexander could not build that family with him?

It was around his third day there that something peculiar happened. Eliza was sitting in the informal parlor, casually chatting with her mother while doing some needlework, baby Philip in the wooden cradle at Eliza’s feet. John had taken a seat on the floor next to the cradle, mesmerized by the way Eliza expertly moved the needle. He hadn’t even been paying attention to Philip, so he was shocked to find that Philip had been paying attention to him.

“Ah!” Philip exclaimed, a chubby arm flying up in John’s direction.

John didn’t think much of it, though. Nobody, not even baby Catherine, had seen him in all his days lurking about the mansion. So why would Philip be any different?

“Ah!” Philip grabbed the side of the cradle, trying to sit up. Eliza quickly bent down to help him before returning to her stitching.

Philip’s brown eyes were trained directly on John.

“You… you can see me?” John whispered, although he wasn’t sure why. He knew nobody could hear him.

“Ah!” Philip said again, clapping his hands together, a toothless smile overtaking his face.

Eliza smiled down at her son. “Someone is a happy baby,” she giggled. She scooped him up and cuddled him close to her.

Even in his mother’s arms, Philip didn’t stop looking at John.

John timidly waved at the baby, who erupted into the purest laughter John had ever heard. He started making funny faces, doing jigs and other dances around the room. He even stepped through the wall once or twice. This elicited the loudest giggles from Philip.

He kept this up until Philip’s eyes began to flutter shut, until Eliza softly laid him back down in the cradle. John sat down next to the cradle once again and smiled at the small occupant.

Suddenly, being in the Schuyler Mansion wasn’t so bad after all.

Fatuous Fantasies //Draco Imagine//

Requested by: fluffy-unicorn26

Request: Hello! It’s me again hahaha. Could you maybe do an imagine where Draco and the reader are constantly fighting (they like each other but they don’t want to admit it) and everyone is sick with their constant fights so they make a plan (you can choose the people i really don’t mind) and try to get them to admit the feelings they have for each other and to pair them up and in the end it works. You can add something else if you’d like, thank you! Ps: i love your imagines so much ansjdhsn

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: okay first of all…I am so sorry because this imagine doesn’t sound like your request at all! Idk what happened but I will be totally willing to rewrite this if it isn’t what you want! Hope you enjoy anyway!

It was no secret that you were head over heels for the tall, mysterious, and stunningly attractive Draco Malfoy. The young Slytherin prince had stolen your heart long before you cared to mention and was somehow able to keep it clutched tightly between his slender fingers even after all these years. From the moment the fantastic fantasy of you and Draco being together slipped past your tongue and into the mind of Pansy Parkinson, you knew it wouldn’t be long until the whole Slytherin House found out, including Draco, but even after all these years your secret had remained untold by anyone but yourself.

As you grew older you thought your fantasies would fade until he was no longer appearing in every one of your thoughts, but what happened was quite the opposite. As your knowledge expanded and your imagination grew to greater height, your fantasies developed into stories of a forbidden love between two wizards. One a dark wizard with a dark mark on his arm and the other, a shy and innocent Slytherin girl who never felt she belonged. The story of your idealistic love grew until your imagination flailed you, ruined by the icy touch of reality and the many disappointments it’s collected over the many years.

As much as you tried, the story of a shy girl and a doleful boy just never seemed the same again. The facts of reality were far too real to compare to the fatuous fantasies you had created to fulfill the lonely spot in your heart and even as you pondered thoughtfully in the hunter green chair beside a glowing fire, you weren’t able to create even one scene more in your gripping fantasy.

“What are you thinking about?”

The voice came from the couch across from you where Pansy Parkinson sat, her feet curled beneath herself and a large looking book sat in her hands.

“Homework I suppose.” You replied in a soft sigh as you closed the book in your mind and pushed it into the depths of your mind to be forgotten about until needed once again later on.

Pansy rolled her eyes before returning them to the pages of her own book. It looked to be a romance novel as well. The cover was black with a single rose etched into it. It’s light pink petals called the most attention and it was as if you couldn’t take your eyes from it. “What’s that you’re reading?”

“Don’t know…it was written by a muggle. One of the mudbloods brought it from home.” Pansy replied, not daring to peel her eyes from the enthralling pages.

You nodded to yourself before focusing your eyes on the fire glowing before you. “Pansy,” you spoke softly.

“Hmm?” She hummed in response, lost in the words of the story in her hands.

“We’re best friends..right?” Your eyes drifted to the ceiling where a giant diamond chandelier hung just above your head. “Of course.” Pansy replied, flipping the page.

“And that means I can tell you anything and you won’t tell anyone?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the chandelier.

“Of course.” Pansy replied again.

“Do you think Draco likes me?”

Pansy let out a small sigh and closed her compelling book. “The chances aren’t high…but I don’t think it would do any harm to talk to him. Y’know he’s not as unapproachable as people think he is. He’s got a free period at 1:30 today. Maybe you can catch up with him.” Pansy gave you a reassuring smile but you didn’t notice. Your attention was on the chandelier. You knew she was right. The chances were low. What would the Slytherin Prince want with someone like you when he could have someone like Pansy instead.

“What’s the point. He doesn’t like me anyway.” You heaved a sigh, returning your gaze to the flickering flames in front of you.

“Don’t make assumptions sweetheart,” Pansy smiled at you. “We are two spectacular witches that live in a magical castle. Who are you to say miracles can’t happen?”

You looked to your best friend and gave her a genuine smile. “You got me there.”

Pansy laughed before stretching out on the couch, setting her book down on the floor. “Talk to him. You don’t have to confess anything, just get to know him a little.”

You looked at you feet and nodded. “Okay. 1:30 you said?”

Pansy nodded and picked up her book once more. “Now shut up i’m trying to read.”

Two hours came and went and you were still sitting in the common room, your bare feet curled up neatly beneath you, trying once again to continue the story in your imagination of two hopeless romantics cursed by the profundity of their love.

You felt yourself reaching for another idea, your fingers just barely grasping it before something tore you away from your imagination. The sound of the door opening echoed through the empty common room and your eyes shot open. You expected it to be Pansy coming back with food from the great hall in her hands alongside another Slytherin girl, but instead, a tall, handsome, and mysterious boy stepped into the hunter green room. His blue eyes darted around the room until he saw you, still curled up snugly into the cogswell chair. You felt a rush in your chest as your eyes met his. It was a rush of emotions you couldn’t explain.

Draco stepped into the room, breaking eye contact only to close the door softly behind him before stepping further into the room. You followed him with your eyes as he moved himself in front of the hunter green loveseat across from you and sat down.

“Hello Y/n.” Draco spoke. There seemed to be a twinkle in his eye that could have been easily mistaken for a reflection of a window or the chandelier you’ve been staring at for the past two hours, but something told you that this was more than just a reflection.

“Draco.” You greeted with a slight nod of your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your lip.

“You’re just the person I wanted to see as a matter of fact. I was just speaking with Ms Pansy Parkinson in the corridor by Mcgonagall’s office, and she was telling me that you wanted to talk to me.” Draco linked his fingers together and placed his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, his eyes boring into your own.

Oh how you wished to hold his slender fingers in your own. How you wished he would pull you into his chest and keep you in a tight embrace or pull the unspoken words from your lips in a passionate kiss like he did in your fantasies. How you longed for his attention, his presence, him.

“As a matter of fact I did,” you cleared your throat. “I just thought it was strange how I could live in the same house as the Slytherin prince, but know so little about him.” The words rolled off your tongue without you even having to think about it. Draco smiled at your response and sat up straight before leaning against the cushion of the couch.

“For you Y/n, I am an open book.” Draco’s smug face caused a smile to spread across your own.

“Well I’ve always wondered why it is you hate Potter and his friends so much?”

Draco smiled. “Good question Y/n. You see, Harry Potter has a relationship with You-know-who in a way that opposes my family’s relationship with him. If my family hates him, then I must as well. Does that make sense?” Draco raised an eyebrow as you nodded, biting your cheek slightly.

“How much did Pansy tell you?” You asked as you sat upright, planting your bare feet on the cold ground and looking into his stone blue eyes.

A playful smirk tugged on his lips. “Just enough darlin’. Just enough.”

It was if a candle was burning in your chest. It’s flame started off small and dim but soon something else caught fire and a chain reaction occurred until your whole body felt warm with the flow of the fire inside of you as you returned the mysterious boy’s playful smirk.

“Then I guess we can move onto the important questions.” You leaned back into the chair and began twirling your silky hair between your fingers.

“Ask away.” Draco leaned back as well, putting one foot up on his knee and spreading his arms out across the back of the couch.

“What do you usually look for in girls?”

Draco smiled. “I don’t look for anything in particular. Everyone has different features and I think it’s wrong to keep a closed mind to a few specific ones.”

You nodded your head slowly. “That makes a lot of sense and is very considerate.” You smiled at him, the fire burning stronger inside of you. “Do you like anyone right now?”

Draco raised an eyebrow playfully. “As a matte rid fact, I do.”

“Can you tell me about her?” You pulled your feet up underneath yourself again and leaned your chin on your hand, waiting for him to speak.

“Well. She is the most beautiful girl I think i’ve ever laid eyes on. Her hair matches her perfect skin beautifully and her eyelashes are long enough to dust cobwebs away. I could stare into her gorgeous eyes forever. They hold so much more than she lets on. She walks like a model and carries the confidence of a marvelous warrior. I’m enthralled by her Y/n. Sometimes I convince myself that I’m head over heels for her.”

“Sounds like you are too me. Why don’t you try talking to her?” You ask, the fire inside of you dying down a little.

Draco’s playful smirk returned again. “I am right now.”

You felt your cheeks redden as the fire inside of you explodes back to life and an uncontrollable urge to throw yourself at him took over your body. You smiled instead.

“Well you’ll be happy to know that this girl you’re head over heels for, is also completely obsessed with the young Slytherin Prince.” You leaned forward again and rocked yourself onto your feet. You walked to the loveseat and sat down mere inches from the mysterious yet stunningly attractive blonde boy. Draco shifted so that he could look at you, his delicate blue eyes staring deep into your own again. You lifted a finger and trailed it down his jawline, stopping right before your fingers met his lips.

Draco closed the gap between your lips in one swift move. His hands found your waist as you let your hand fall to his chest. The fire that was raging inside of you calmed down until it was no longer an inferno but more of a slow burning, much like the fire in the fireplace beside you. Draco rested his forehead against your own once you pulled your lips away.

“Even after all these years, I never imagined it too feel this wonderful.” Draco smiled and you couldn’t help but smile either.

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the OOC ask, but... I'm struggling with pony names!! How do you get a 'ponysona' to be so perfect and all encompassing... when I make one, I'm happy with it, then stress that it isn't FULLY me... I can't get one I'm happy with. ;o;

DON’T APOLOGIZE, peeps don’t worry I’m just here enjoying my ponies I’ll worry about polish later when I’m physically capable of it. Right now we’re just all having a good time, talking about ponies, building up lore and worlds around them. This is a perfect question to hoof around with.

Let me answer flat out. I have no idea, Starcrossed was drawn on a goofy whim then never… changed. She’s just been exactly perfect for my personal sona and I could not be happier. SINCE I DON’T HAVE A GOOD ANSWER, WE’LL JUST REVIEW MY PROCESS! That way maybe you can try my tricks and see if you can’t find good ways to name up your ponies.

I’ve been… typing a lot lately. So as a precaution I’m going to put the rest under a read more.

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anonymous asked:

OK, while I was rereading some of PS, I came across this. "Dumbledore became very interested in a bird out on the windowsill, which gave Harry time to dry his eyes on the sheet." This scene happened right after Dumbledore explained to Harry that he was protected because of Lily's sacrifice. And since Harry was drying his eyes we can conclude that he was crying. HARRY CRIED WHEN HE FOUND OUT HOW LILY SAVED HIM. DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU HARRY DIDN'T LOVE HIS MOTHER OR MISS HER. DON'T.

this was horrible.

What’s worse is that I just combed through all seven books and compiled every instance I could find of Harry missing/loving his mum.

You know, for science (and tears).

This is the worst post I have ever made.

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Book club for two (Harry Styles Imagine)

This is for the anon who requested a book club for two imagine. Thank you for your request and I hope you like! 


Harry loves Y/n. He loves everything about her. He loves the way she cares so much about everyone, he loves the way she laugh, he loves the way she talks… He loves her with everything in him.

She was sitting in the middle of their living room, reading one of the many books she has. When she moved in, Harry tried to convince her to donate her books and maybe get some digital library or something, but the only thing she did was through him a nasty look and continued to organize her books in the little library he made for her in their new flat.

“Babe, do you want some tea?” He asked her, hoping she would pay some attention to him. He was wrong. She was so absorbed in this new world that she couldn’t listen to him. He admires the pure beauty that was Y/n when she was reading a new book. She sat with her legs crossed, her glasses in the tip of her nose, wearing one of his shirts and with her hair stuck in a messy bun. She looks so beautiful, yet tired.

You see, if Y/n likes some book, she wouldn’t stop reading until she finished. And when she did finish, she couldn’t stop talking about it. Harry loved to see her exited, but right now he’s more concerned that he won’t be able to bring his lovely girlfriend back to real life.

Sighing, he went to their living room and sat right in front of her. She looked upset for whatever she was reading and Harry hated to see her like this, upset for whatever reason.

“Babe, it’s enough for today. C’mon, let’s get you a cup of tea and go to bed. You have work tomorrow.” He grabbed the book, closed and put on the sofa.

“Augustus is sick, Harry!” She said like he had any idea of whom Augustus were.

“I’m sorry, but it’s time to go to bed.”

And he carried her to their bed for a well-deserved night of sleep.


In the next day, Harry woke up alone in their bed. He knew that Y/n had to leave early for work because of some important meeting.

Getting up and going to make some breakfast, he spotted the book with the blue cover in the kitchen’s counter, completely finished. Y/n must have got off bed to read it while he was asleep. He missed his girlfriend the past few days. She was so concentrated in the damn book she didn’t pay attention to him at all. He wanted to talk to her again, about anything really, he just wanted to listen to her beautiful voice again.

Without much thinking, Harry carried the book and a cup of tea to their balcony and he sat there, ready to read the reason his girlfriend having been ignoring him and mostly important: Meet the guy she was falling in love this time. Augustus Waters.


“Honey, I’m home!” Y/n spoke as soon as she entered their shared flat. She was exhausted. Not only the meeting didn’t do it so well, she still was tired from being the whole night awake finishing “The Fault in Our Starts”.

Hearing no response from her lovely boyfriend, she hung her coat and went after him. The house was dark, indicating that maybe Harry was out with some friends. She entered their bedroom and much to her surprise, there he was, laying with the small blue book in hands and tears in his green eyes.

“Babe, what happened? Why are you crying?” She asked scared.

“It’s Gus. He died.” Harry sobbed. “How could he die, Y/n?! He and Hazel were so perfect a-and…”

“Oh Haz…” She chuckled and took her shoes off, getting in bed with him. “It’s true, they were perfect together. I cried a lot last night. I thought I was gonna wake you at one time.”

“I don’t know why you read this thing.” He put the book aside and tugged her to his chest “It’s so sad.”

“But it’s also a beautiful love story, don’t you think?”

“Ours is better.”

“That’s true.” She smiled and planted a small kiss in his collarbone. “Why were you reading that by the way?”

“I missed you. You’ve been so concentrated in that book that you haven’t talked to me very much. I wanted to have something to talk with you, something that would pull you out of that world.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry!” She hugged him. “You know how I get with new books, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I know. It’s one of the many things I love about you. But now I see why do you read so much.”


“It’s good to see someone’s adventures and story. It’s like entering a new world, isn’t it? I like it. We should do it more often.”

Harry chuckled when Y/n’s eyes lit up with his worlds. She has been trying to make him enjoy reading for so long and now he finally was agreeing!

“Book club for two?” She asked excited.

“Book club for two.”

She gave him a small kiss before standing up and running to their library.

“C’mon Haz, we need to find a new book to read!”

And while he stand in the hall listen to her exciting plans for their book club for two, he realized something: She was the girl of his dreams.


Hi again! I hope you liked and if you did, please share with your friends! 

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PS: If there is any mistakes, I’m sorry, English isn’t my first language.

“Dreams Come True”

REQUEST (by anon):  Could you write an Peter Parker x reader where the avengers go on a vacation to Disney world, and Peter Parker finally tells you how he feels and the avengers are like “finally!”?

NOTE: I just got back from Disney World so this was perfect haha I apologize for taking so long, but this is quite a big one! Thank you for requesting!

PS. Thank you for 700 followers! It’s barely been a month and it’s been awesome having you wonderful people around to talk to :)

WARNING: 9 600-something words of fluff! Could be fatal!

Originally posted by tomhallond

     Standing at the check-in area in the LaGuardia airport, you and the rest of the Avengers waited to get your boarding passes and check in your bags. Though Tony thought it would be better to take one of his private jets, the rest of you wanted to have a normal vacation with no special treatment, no powers, and no fighting. But now, it seemed like that was probably a good idea. 

    The line was so long that you’d been waiting for twenty minutes and had only moved a metre forwards. Sighing, you glanced at the watch on your wrist. 

5:30 AM

     Groaning internally, you sat on top of your luggage and observed how everyone else was holding up. Steve and Bucky seemed to be having an intense discussion, but strangely, you kept hearing the words “hot dog” and “pretty princess”. Sam and Scott were glued to their phones and probably playing Pokemon Go since they were shouting about “eggs hatching” and walking around in circles in the limited space they had. Wanda and Vision actually seemed to be having a normal conversation, though every few seconds Vision would levitate off the floor before Wanda pulled him back down. Tony, Rhodey, Clint and Natasha were discussing the itinerary, and Tony no doubt was planning some sort of super-expensive surprise or something. 

     Smiling a little to yourself, you turned your head, your eyes coming to rest on the teenage Avenger beside you. Peter Parker leaned on his suitcase with his head in a book, his eyes scanning the pages intensely. You watched as he read, his mouth parting slightly at a certain part and his eyebrows drawing together at another.

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TG:re Chapter 31.5 related questions.

First, some random questions:

Anon said: You think about the title of Chapter 31.5? It gives me chills

As far as I know, the chapter title is With the Lord (not “With the Master”), but from around Chapter 100 onwards there’s puns in every chapter’s title; this week’s pun is Rest. Both of them have relationship with the chapter.

Anon said: How do you think the relationship between Urie and Mutsuki will change after the auction? Urie now knows that Mutsuki is a woman, will he use this information against her or will he keep quiet?

Well, they seem a bit closer now. For instance, Mutsuki, who is usually shy, complained about Urie trying to be alone and not helping with the Christmas party; on the other hand, Urie actually went to get the stuff Tooru asked him, when he probably wouldn’t have done it if someone else had asked.

Anon said: Is it just me or does Haise look a lot like Hide in the last scene of chapter 31.5? Before I read the translated chapter, I saw some spoilers on my dash and my first thought was “Wait… Is that Hide?”, even though I knew it wasn’t likely. I mean, we’ve seen Haise’s bed hair before and it looked completely different. I wonder, was Ishida hoping we’d make that association (so that we’d recall the book signing), so he made Haise’s hair similiar to Hide’s or is it just me seeing things?

First time we saw Haise’s bedhair, he had fallen asleep sideways when he was working…

…that’s why his hair is all plastered on the back, a little to the left:

I guess that after the Christmas party he was really tired, so I assume he slept with his face buried in the pillow (it’s the only explanation I could think of for his hair to be that huge cute mess):

Still, he does resemble Hide a bit.

Hirako and Arima.

Anon said: Why do you think Hirako didn’t go to Haise’s party? Initially, I thought Arima and him were pretty lonely, but Arima did go while Take didn’t. Why do you think this is?

Both Arima and Hirako are pretty lonely, but there’s a huge difference: Hirako chose solitude, Arima didn’t. For instance, for the Christmas party, Haise invited them both, but Hirako didn’t show up, even when two of his squad members did. 

Maybe he didn’t want to meet the Quinx, his squad, or Arima; maybe he had something else to do; maybe he felt he would be out of place. Whatever the reason was, he chose not to go.

Arima, however, did. Thing is, I doubt he would be so lonely if he was given the choice to interact more with people. For example, once they got over their initial differences, he and Taishi actually got along nicely:

Still, people see Arima as someone invincible, someone they can’t talk to, as a legend; this leads him to extreme isolation, he is forced into loneliness. It is people like Haise, people who know him, the ones who see for what he really is: a human.

Anon said: What’s your opinion on Arima’s reaction to Sasaki’s gift?

Well, I doubt he had received a Christmas/birthday present in a long time, if he ever did; guess he wasn’t expecting it and didn’t know what to do. 

Also, there’s the fact that Sasaki admires and cares a lot for him, but Arima knows that, despite everything they have done together the last two years, he hurt Kaneki and even owns his life. Maybe he cares for Haise, maybe he doesn’t, but he does show regret when they talk:

Besides, like I said before, most people don’t consider Arima to be human. Giving him a gift, just like he did with the Quinx and Akira, means that Haise sees and thinks of Arima as a human.

Juuzou’s stitches.

theconfusedknightingale​​ said: Hello! So in chapter 31.5, Juuzou’s stitches look different from before, now the XIII of Death is now split into the X of the Wheel of fortune and the III of the Empress, what do you think about this possible new symbolism?

m0nsee​​ said: I was re-reading tgre last chapter and i saw Susuya change the numbers of his eyes, before he have the XIII in the right eye, but in the 31.5 chapter have the X in the right eye, and III is in the left, i found it weird, maybe this has/have a meaning? (sorry bad english)

I assume that symbolices that he got some closure with Big Madam.

The ones bellow his eyes are The Empress (III) - Creativity, right path, abundance, prosperity, emotional security, peace, compassion and Wheel of Fortune (X) - Positive change, knowledge, wisdom, vision, destiny, turning point, time to live. And the one on his lip, Judgement (XX) - reborn, absolved, inner calling, true vocation, new start.

Uta’s true purposes and Touka’s decision.

Anon said: I don’t know if Uta is a bad guy or not. He seemed to have fun with Kaneki’s tragedy,became the host of the auction and messed Hirako around but now, he talks about Clown’s work with Yomo. What’s on his mind? Is he planning a new joke? (Love ur blog)

Thanks for the support! At this point, it is impossible to know his intentions. For instance, after the Anteiku Raid he looks thoughtful over Kaneki’s disappearance…

…and just a moment later he seems to be happy about the whole thing:

I’m not sure whether he is or not an actual Clown (messing around with Hirako could’ve been just part of his personality), but it seems like he cares for Kaneki.

thedirtyknb​​ said: Wait, does that mean that Anteiku is aware of Uta being part of the Clowns?? But??? Either Uta is the boss and lying about it or he really isn’t the boss…? I’m so confused. Also what do you think Touka meant by “I’ll continue doing what I decided to do”? And is “that person” Haise was talking about Touka?

It seems like he is a spy of some sort (just acting like a Clown, but reporting everything to Anteiku), but he might be a double agent (he does tell stuff about them to Anteiku, but he actually has the same ideals of the Clowns). As for him being the boss, I guess it’s a possibility; however, there might be someone else.

About Touka, I think she was referring to this:

She will wait for Kaneki to come back by his own means. And it seems like Haise invited Touka, but she didn’t go (the place was full of CCG investigators, so even if she wanted to, she couldn’t go).

Anon said: Just read the Christmas chapter for tg and I’ve got so many questions and I would love to hear your speculations on them: 1. Waitttt Yomo knows that Uta is in the clowns gang so this implies that Uta is a spy in the clown gang…?! (Splited this in two parts)

He might be a spy or a double agent.

Who sent the presents?

(Continued from before) Anon said: 2. Who the heck is Hysy that sent Haise the mask? Maybe Uta because in the panels before it he mentioned that Kaneki is still a special customer to him but Im just not sure where “Hysy” came from? 3. HIDE IS ALIVE? That signed book…?

HySy ArtMask Studio is the name of Uta’s shop:

Anon said: How do you think sent Sasaki the book and his old mask? I think that was the book Hide got signed for him, but if he sent it I still wonder how he got the mask. Also do you have a clue who Sasaki was thinking about when he thought: “I wonder what’s going on with that person today… a date, perhaps?” (Love your blog btw, but you seem to have a lot in your plate on place take good care of yourself :))

He was thinking about Touka (I think). Thanks for the support! Don’t worry about me, I really enjoy answering questions (I have over 100 to answer now, though); besides, it helps me get distracted (especially lately; I’ve been really sick and it helps thinking about something else).

Anon said: Just a proposition, but i think Touka (+Uta) sent Kaneki’s mask and book to Sasaki. Since it was mailed directly to the Chateau (wich is a secret/secure location for the safety of the quinx squad), only someone who knew the adress could mail them here. It seems that Sasaki invited Touka to come to the party. In this chapter (31.5), he wondered why Touka was not here, impliying that she was supposed to come by herself. She would need the adress of the house for that. Ps: I like your work, T.Y.

Thanks for the support!

So! Touka is deffinetely involved, given the fact that she is the one who knows where the Chanteau is. Uta is involved too, since the mask said “Merry Christmas from HySy”.

First things first, we need to wonder if that’s the original mask or it is another one. In both cases, Uta is the prime suspect. However, in the first case, how did Uta retrieve Kaneki’s mask? While it is possible, there’s someone else who had direct access to it: Hide.

In the sewers, when Kaneki was loosing his mind, he had the mask:

When Hide appeared, he had his Kakuja mask out and the other one was nowhere to be seen:

And when he waked up, when Hide was nowhere to be seen, he didn’t have his mask anymore (he had a little eyepatch instead):

Once again, anyone could’ve found it, but Hide is the one person we know for sure was there.

Now, about the book, there’s four people involved: Takatsuki Sen, Kaneki, Hinami and, again, Hide. 

Eto doesn’t know when Kaneki’s birthday is, but she’s still a possibility. 

The other three have autographed copies of the book, “The Hanged Man’s MacGuffin”. Still, Hinami had hers signed for herself:

We don’t know where Kaneki’s copy ended, but I guess either Banjou and his crew, Hinami or Tsukiyama could’ve taken it. Then again, Shuu doesn’t know that Kaneki is alive, Hinami is probably in Cochlea and we don’t know what happened to Banjou.

That leaves us with Hide, who knows Touka. There’s the possibility that he works with :re now, or he could be in the hospital; either way, it is possible that he gave Touka the book so that she gave it to Sasaki.

Anon said: You mentioned that Hide may be the one who sent Haise the Sen Takatsuki book but I remember in the anime Hinami received the signed book from Eto/the author. I did read the manga, but I just cant remember if Hide was the one who truly got the signed copy… it could have been Hinami who is held at the CCG who asked Arima to drop off the gift in her place you know?

As much as Arima treats ghouls quite differently than other people, I doubt he’d do that. Also, I doubt Arima would give Sasaki a birthday gift, if not so that he doesn’t remember, at least so that he doesn’t get confused. Also, I doubt Ishida-sensei takes the Anime as reference for the manga (I mean, he wrote the story for it, but there’s a lot of differences).

Anon said: Your theory on the birthday / Christmas gift that Haise got?

I think both gifts are meant to trigger some memories, but each takes a different focus. For one part, Sasaki got his mask; we can see it as something that belongs entirely to his ghoul side

For other part, he got a book by his favourite author; he always liked reading, mostly because of the memory of his father. Let’s assume Hide sent it; Hide has always represented Kaneki’s human side.

Getting both things represent that, right now, Sasaki is in equilibrium and whoever wants him to get his memories back would like this to stay that way, further implying that the person who sent this cares for him (or at least doesn’t want him to go nuts).

About the cover.

Anon said: In the released image of child Shironeki and also Ishida’s twitter profile picture, what do you think he’s holding?

Anon said: Have you seen the new cover for vol.3? What do you think Kaneki is holding? Many people assume it’s a head but idk I also read somewhere that it could be a birdcage because of its shape +cages were mentioned before in tg, e.g. by Kanou or anime Ep.9

That’s not Volume 3′s cover (by the way, does someone know anything about that? I think it’s Seidou, but I’m not sure), it’s only this chapter’s cover.

Anon said: I LOVE your blog!!! It’s so amazing!! So I’m sure you’ve seen the cover color page for the next chapter the one with little shironeki? :3 I’ve heard people say it’s a head and others say it’s a bird cage just wanted to know what you think? :DDD

Thanks so much for the support! (*^▽^*)

It looks like a birdcage to me. If you look closely, where the sheet is pressed you can see some bars marked:

As for the meaning behind this, I can think of three possibilities:

  • Kaneki is technically trapped inside Haise’s mind.
  • Hinami is often associated with Hetare, especially because she cared deeply for the little guy; now Hinami is in Cochlea (I think), so this could mean Kaneki is going to protect Hinami no matter what.
  • Kanou mentioned a bird cage once, so this could be a reference to that or Haise/Kaneki is going to search for Kanou to get answers (he has the mask now, so he can go and do things as a ghoul again).

Also, there’s a few petals on top of the sheet; this probably means Kanae and Tsukiyama will appear this Arc.

About Sasaki and Kaneki.

Anon said: So I saw a theory that Kaneki is actually trying to manipulate Haise, so what if creepybabykaneki holding a cage (on the color page) is symbolic of the hold he has over Haise? (That is assuming that’s what he’s holding. Certainly looks like it though)

Not going to deny that possibility, but I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. Kaneki had accepted his weaker side before:

Now, Haise accepted his stronger side:

Also, Kaneki had failed to protect his human side, and now Haise promised to save Kaneki:

Also, that tiny Kaneki is Haise’s mental representation of Kaneki. First he saw him as someone dangerous; the CCG probably told him he was an unstable ghoul:

Then he just sees him as a shadow:

And then, when he finds out his other part is also scared, he just sees a child. Also, while Kaneki was somewhat mean to Haise at first, he’s never once manipulated (or even tried to) no one. Then again, it could be.

Anon said: I love how in the latest chapter 31.5 on the last page, Haise casually is like “He says it’s an eyepatch” while mentally conversing (kind of) with Shironeki haha those two are really cute (I mean they ARE one person) and I love how KAneki is just chilling there with his book. Also is it just me that Shironeki looks a bit wary/worried when he looks over to Haise?

Probably my favourite panel of the chapter (asides from smiling Arima):

He seems a bit worried, probably because Haise is casually speaking to him in front of his squad or because he is wondering who sent the mask.

Finally! Damn, this was a bit hard (I keep getting distracted damn ADHD). Sidenote, this happened:

Thank you so much for the support! Seriously, I appreciate it a lot O(≧▽≦)O Love you all! Have a good night.

The Animal Inside - werewolf!Calum pt. 4

Author’s Note: Sorry I’m a piece of shit and took like a week to post and write this. In my defense, I’ve been traveling since the 30th and finally found enough time to sit down and write for a few hours. This one is a little bit longer than the rest and it has smut in an attempt to apologize for being so late. What can I say, I take after 5SOS. Part of it seems like a filler but it’s gonna come back into play a little later on. Like usual, let me know what you think! (PS I just realized I accidentally gave Ivy the same last name as Malia on Teen Wolf but I kinda hate Malia so I’m sorry)

Rating: Mature (WEREWOLF SMUT)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

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so, um. i don’t think i ever told this story.

a little over a month ago, i went to dallas con. i had to pay for it myself, and I’m a minimum wage high school student who spends entirely too much money on fandom shirts, so i could only afford to go to one day. i chose sunday, because that was when jared and jensen were going to be there.

to my joy and surprise, misha and mark were able to stay for sunday too, opening up a panel with jim beaver, and additionally doing extra photo ops and autographs.

now, remember what i had previously said. i am a poor high school student dependent on the income of my parents and what little i can spend for myself.

so i bought an autograph ticket with misha.

i had this great existential debate. what do i bring to get misha to sign? what will make me feel like less of a loser? will he laugh at me? will i be able to talk to him at all? oh, god, what if i start crying?

this question, my dear readers, was answered in another tiny backstory.

many of you have read the gut wrenching and soul destroying and heart shattering story twist and shout. because i’m lame, i got a physical copy made for myself on epubli. (only for me, i don’t want to infringe on the authors’ rights by selling it, so this one is just mine. no one else. the end. i have considered this deeply and i would feel awful sharing this with anyone else.)

after much deliberation, i packed my printed copy of twist and shout for misha collins to sign.

the time came. let it be known that i was shaking and unable to think straight. the entire time i was focused on not crying or dying and my only hope was to be able to speak to him like an intelligent human being.

they said not to take photos of him while i was in the line, but i did anyway, and this is the best one i got of him

so finally i get up there, and he opens it and he signs it and is about to hand it back to me (i’m shaking like crazy) and hE FUCKING STOPS

here’s the conversation:

misha: wait, what is this?

me: um, it’s a fan fiction. like, a really famous one.

misha: whoa, it’s THIS LONG? Like its this whole thing?

me: yeah, it is. i really liked it so i got it made into a book

misha: *flips through book, goes back to cover page* wait, wait, i’ve HEARD of this

me: it’s really good, you should read it

misha: *flips through again* wow. it sounds interesting, thank you

and then i had to leave cause we were holding up the line, but let it be known:

  1. misha collins has HEARD of twist and shout
  2. misha collins has now had a physical memory to reference to twist and shout
  3. i am physically capable of speaking to and holding an intelligent conversation with our overlord
  4. i originally had the panties scene bookmarked, but i was too much of a chicken to keep it in, and i took it out
  5. look at that awkward as all fuck lil heart he drew what a cutie
  6. misha might READ twist and shout holy fuck
  7. i didn’t say that it was destiel but i mean, he stopped at the page where i put the synopsis and i think he read it you know the part about “dean winchester and castiel novak a love transcending time and returning in its many forms as faithful as the sea” or something like that and i mean i think he read that part and he scanned the first page of the first chapter
  8. he literally held up the line talking to me about twist and shout this is not a drill

so that, my friends, is the story of me and misha and twist and shout. stay tuned for next year, when i plan to get jensen to sign it and write “i can dig elvis”

ps was there too she will vouch for me this really did happen also she had a close encounter of the misha kind go bother her

Weasleys on an Airplane

For Tara, my wonderful fic friend and a beta for my original novel, who (perhaps jokingly) requested: “Ron +  the New York Stock Exchange! Dolly Parton lyrics! Hermione + the Cold War! Ron and Hermione travel back in time to help build the pyramids! Mwahahahahahaha!”

Well, here it is. Bring it on, woman. :)

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Forever in your heart


For- xitcantrainallthetimex

I have a request! If your taking them, possibly more of a prompt. OC or Reader is considerably younger than Daryl,  18-22? Tall, curvy, with shoulder length dark hair.  Only in Georgia for school, when it all happens, she’s missing her family, that’s several states away. She’s with the group and romance ensues with her and Daryl? Smutty one shot, or more if your inspired. PS I love your writing sooo much and it was my birthday a while go! pleassse! :) Have a great day.

I love my dreams. Ever since I left for college I’ve missed my family so much. And to think I was dying to get out of there in a hurry. I honestly thought I wouldn’t miss seeing my mom every morning. Or going fishing with my dad every other weekend. Or even fighting with my brother. In my dreams is where I could see them.

I opened my eyes and looked at the digital clock on my bedside table. The red numbers read 7:30am. My eyes widen at the time and I jumped off the bed running to my closet gathering clothes to get dressed. I stormed out the room running down the empty halls of  my dorm. It was quite since class had started so there was no one around the halls. “Late! Late! Late!” I yelled as I ran faster books in hand. I burst through the entrance to my dorm and ran across the campus. There was no one around which is weird. Normally there are a few students walking the campus. Or at least a security guard, but there was no one. Stopping I looked around for anyone just to come up empty. Pushing it off like it was nothing I continued my way to class. Walking in the building I stopped a few feet away I saw a familiar person. I couldn’t see her face but I knew her fashion a little to well. “Stacey?” I called to her. She growled making me freeze. “Stace…?” Stacey turned fully to me and fear ran through my body. She was missing half of her face. “Oh my god, Stacey!” I went to reach for her but the look in her lifeless eyes scared me. She growled coming towards me. “Stacey…” I said taking a few steps back. I was pulled back by one of my classmates. “They’re eating us.” He whispered blood all over his face and body. “What?” “It’s spreading…. ” He told me. “What are you talking about?” I asked afraid of what he might say. “We’re all going to die.” He told me. My blood got cold at his words. The guy shoved a ax in my hand and I looked at it then back at him. “Why are you giving me this?” The guy pulled down his shirt revealing a ugly bite mark. “I’m going to turn into one of them. Please don’t let me turn into on of them.” I backed away slowly. “Destroy the brain.” He spoke in a whisper as his eyes began to slowly close. He’s dying… His eyes finally closed. Stepping close to him I touched the side of his neck looking for a pulse, there was none. I held the ax tight afraid of what might happen. Few minutes later his eyes sprung open. He saw me and growled standing up. I held in a scream and swung the ax at him. Opening my eyes slowly his head laid on the floor. Shaking my head I ran out the building finding myself with the walking dead. Every few feet there dead people walking. Some caught sight of me and I ran. I needed somewhere to hide. How did this happen? Why did this happen? How are my family? Are they okay? I ran towards the less visible palace the woods.

I shot an arrow through the deer watching it fall. “Nice shot.” I turned quick to see Daryl a member of the group who took me in. He has a serious attitude which I cant stand and he always bothering me. “What do you want?” I said with annoyance. “Take it easy cant a guy give you a compliment?"  He walked closer and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Need help taking that back to camp?” He asked me. Looking back at the dead deer, I sighed at the size. I was going to need help carrying it back to camp. “Yes.” I said hating that he was going to help me.  After dinner I made my way to the small lake that was near the camp. It be a good time to take a shower. Stripping from my clothes I walked in the cold water. Dipping me head completely under water I came back up. “Well what a coincidence.” Daryl was there with me. “What are you doing here?!” I yelled at him as I covered myself. “Don’t you believe in a little privacy!” “Hey I was here first.” “No way! I didn’t see you!” I argued back. “That’s because I was swimming under the water.” Hate filled me. What is up with this annoying red neck! Why wont he leave me alone! But at the same time I couldn’t help but look down his naked wet chest. I  bit my lip. “Like something you see?" Knocked out of my thoughts I got angry at him again. "As if!” I blushed. Daryl took my hand and pressed it to his chest. And I pulled it away. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?“ Daryl took my hand again but this time pulled me to him. "You know you like me.” He whispered in my ear sending shivers all around me. Just as I was about to respond his lips were on mine. My eyes closed against my will  as I savored the taste of his lips on mine. He pressed his body on mine making me hot. My eyes shot open realizing what was happening and I pushed him off of me. “How dare you kiss me!” I yelled as I made my way out of the water. I wiped my lips trying to remove the taste of him.   

 Time slowly ticked by and I knew that my family had to be gone already. I had to accept the fact that I will never see them again. But there was someone else who I grew to care about. Looking up from where I sat I looked at Daryl, It’s been a while since he had kissed me. And since then we’ve been kind of close. I mean I don’t want to rip his head off anymore. And we have regular conversations. But we haven’t talked about what happened at the lake. Daryl looked back up at me and a smile crossed his face, blushing I looked back down.

That night I tossed and turned in my tent, groaning as the nightmare tare me apart. Seeing my parents being torn apart by walkers. Then having to watch them turn. “Y/n” I woke jumping from where I laid. "It’s me… You’re okay.“ Daryl’s soothing voice spoke to me. "What are you doing here?”  I asked him seeing that I was just having a nightmare. “I could hear you groaning and crying all the way to my tent.” “Sorry… I just had a nightmare.” Daryl moved a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “Want to talk about it?” Sighing I told him everything, my family and the nightmare. “I see." Daryl held me hand and looked me in the eye. "I know the feeling. I lost my brother Merle.” Right I heard that  he was left handcuffed on a roof and that when they had went back for him he was gone. All that was found was his hand .  Getting closer to Daryl I tucked my head under his neck. “But you know something” I shrugged my shoulders.  "I may have lost Merle, but I grew to have another family. You see we’re not just a group, we are a family. We stick together through all. And no matter what we’re here for each other. And as long as you keep your family in your heart they’ll live forever.“ I know what Daryl was telling me. He was saying that I have a new family and I had to love and protect them. I nodded. I love my blood family but he’s right. This group is my family now. I lost one family and found a new one. But no matter what I will always love my family.

 "I got it first!” Daryl and I called at the same time. He and I had been hunting  and both our arrows hit the squirrel at the same time.  "No I did.“ I argued back. Daryl took me by the waist and pulled me closer. "I beg to differ.” I laughed. “Since when do you say something like ‘beg to differ’?” I teased him. Daryl looked at my lips and then looked me in the eyes. I bit my lip. Is he going to kiss me? Ever since that night in the tent Daryl hasn’t tried kissing me. And I’ve been giving him hints that I want him too. Daryl touched my lips pressing and massaging them like he found them tempting. My breathing slowed as my eyes began to close. “Um… We should take these back.” Daryl took the squirrel and left me standing there shocked. “Okay what’s wrong with you!” I argued just as we made it to camp. The group looked our way confused. “What do you mean?” Daryl said not looking me in the face. “Ever since that night in my tent you run away when we’re close to kissing!” I slapped my hand on my leg.  “We never almost kissed.” My cheeks grew hot was he seriously denying that we almost kissed! “Why are you being that way! I mean seriously-” Daryl dropped the squirrels took me by the cheeks and slammed his lips on mine. “You really need to learn to shut up.” He growled at me. “Maybe you should just kiss me more often.” I growled back. “Yes. And now I’m going to take you back to the tent and fuck you until you’re screaming my name over and over.” “Is that a threat or a promise?” I giggled. “Let’s find out.” Daryl took my hand and pulled me to my tent.

Watching “The 100″

Recently started wathicng the show “The 100″ and felt that I had a lot to say. So instead of making several small posts with my thought I decided to make one big one and let it grow with time. ;)

OBS: If there is anything specific you would like to know my thought on, just send an ask and I will write a row or two here about it. 


My new “white noise-on-the-side-while-working-show”! :D


Badass + really smart = Raven <3 


Well ducklings! They killed my favorite character. This is “Maze Runner” all over again!! >:(


This is like “The Hunger Games”, minus the cameras and trophy at the end if you win. 

…DID YOU KNOW that I read the books before they became mainstream– *is beaten to the ground*


We get a smexy scene with two of the main characters. Nice. Cute couple. No complaints.

Aaaaand then the actual girlfriend enters the picture (via a space pod, yay) and the triangle drama is born. I rolled my eyes so hard that I almost hurt myself.  

I really hope that this side-plot will wither up and die quickly.
Otherwise? Good show so far. *thumbs up*

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Not What She Expected

for morbidmegz I changed it a bit. Hope that’s ok.

“Sherlock,” said John, kneading his forehead with his knuckles, “I’ve seen you fake your death. I’ve seen you solve cases that have had Scotland Yard’s heads spinning. I’ve even seen you save a couple of marriages. Hell, you even got a couple together once.”

“I fail to see your point, John,” Sherlock muttered, scanning the racks of cheesy Hallmark cards with distaste.

“My point is, you’re brilliant,” John replied. “You can read a crime scene by looking at the victim’s fingernails. You can disarm a bomb. You’re famous for making rash decisions that turn out to be the right thing to do after all. And you can’t decide on a bloody birthday card to give to a woman you work with. Sherlock, we’ve been here three hours.”

“I’m aware of that, John.”

“So pick one!”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Oh, it’s not that simple? You just pick a card that you think suits her personality and sign your name. It’s really not that complicated.”

“I wish that were true,” Sherlock mumbled. John wasn’t sure if he was supposed to respond to that, but after a bit his curiosity got the best of him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.



“Fine. I can’t decide on a card because I’m not really certain what would be appropriate.”

John blinked in surprise. Since when did Sherlock Holmes care about appropriate.

“She’s a colleague,” John said. “Just get her a cat card.”

“But she’s not just a colleague,” Sherlock replied, running a hand through his hair. “The woman helped me fake my death despite the fact that I’ve been a complete arse since the day I met her and then covered that up for two years while I was away. I think we passed colleagues a long time ago.”

“Okay,” said John. “So you’re friends.”

“Are we?” Sherlock studied John carefully. “You and I are friends. Best friends according to you. Lestrade is a friend…ish. I even consider Mary a friend.”

“Thanks for that.”

“The point is, Molly doesn’t really fit there either. It’s…odd.”

“So where does she fit?”

Sherlock shrugged and returned his gaze to the racks of cards.

As he watched his friend, realization struck John like a lightning bolt.

“Holy…Sherlock,” he said, shaking his head. “Are you…do you…have feelings for Molly Hooper?”

Sherlock glared at him but didn’t deny it and John had to laugh.

“You’re completely in love with her aren’t you?” he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Oh, wait until I tell Mary!”

Sherlock’s only response was to glare harder, although John couldn’t help but notice the slight reddish tinge to his cheeks.

“In all seriousness though, you have to tell her,” John said, sobering up a bit.

“What? No!”

“Come on, mate, it’s her birthday. It’ll make her day. You know she’s been ridiculously in love with you for at least as long as I’ve known her.”

“Longer,” Sherlock muttered under his breath, not meeting his friend’s eye. “I just didn’t notice.”

“See? You couldn’t give her a better birthday present. But I hate to tell you this. You’ll need more than a card.”

Sherlock sighed and turned away from the racks of cheesy cards. “What do you suggest, then?”

John thought about it. “I don’t know. Flowers? Chocolate?”

“She’s not that fond of flowers and she’s allergic to chocolate.”



John was at a loss. “Well, what about something personal? Like a book or something?”

Sherlock thought about it for a minute. He was suddenly reminded of something Molly had said several weeks earlier while they were chatting in the lab. It had seemed so trivial at the time, but, like everything else related to Molly Hooper, Sherlock hadn’t had the heart to delete it.

I lost my copy ages ago,” she had said. “I’ve been meaning to get a new one for years but I just never seem to get around to it.”

Sherlock smiled. “I know exactly what to get,” he said, spinning on his heel and disappearing out of the shop, leaving John Watson to rush after him, just like old times.

Two days later, Molly Hooper woke up to find a package sitting at the end of her bed. 

“That’s odd,” she said to Toby, pulling the mysterious box toward her. Wanting to save the paper (it was sort of pretty) Molly carefully peeled away the tape to reveal a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a piece of paper sticking out the top.

She smiled slightly as she opened the book and read the note that it had come with:

You mentioned it a few weeks ago. I thought you might like it. - SH

PS page 134

Curious, Molly turned to the selected page and began reading until she found the words that had been carefully underlined. And let out a squeak.

It couldn’t be. After all this time?

With shaking hands, Molly picked up her phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the third ring.


His voice was soft, almost hesitant. Molly couldn’t help but smile.

“Sherlock, could you come over?” she said. “We need to talk.”

He didn’t reply. In fact, he hung up. But she knew he was on his way. It would take him about fifteen minutes to get to her flat. And she had enough time to read that underlined text over and over again to her heart’s content.

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kind of bad. I had the plot in my head but the words just weren’t flowing right. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

yellow birds

[ hollstein; laura tries her hand at the art of gifting. she wishes her dad had prepared her for this ]

companion to this

So.  You’re not 100% sure what the protocol is when your 334 year old roommate/useless asshole vampire crush gives you a priceless necklace from her own human life, but you’re working on it.  You tried google, and yahoo, and even askjeeves, but so far no solid results.  Most searches for gifts for vampire so they know i like them just end with “did you mean Edward Cullen and Bella Swan wedding?” which is so not.  No, like, what do you do?  It’s so pretty, and old, and you know it means the whole world to her because you see her unconsciously touch her sternum where the pendant should hang every single day and she looks sad and confused for a minute before she looks at the chain around your neck, and then she looks very soft.

            So what the heck do you get her in return??  Your dad, for all his safety and survival wilderness training, did not prepare you for the art of gifting.  Yeah, okay, you can incapacitate an attacker armed with a long staff, but where does that get you in this situation?  You can’t get her a long staff, especially not a stolen one.   

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anonymous asked:

Have you seen the spoilers about the epic cs kiss for 5x23? Basically Killian and Emma are holding hands and walking. Then they stop in front of granny's to talk for a bit. Next they both smile before Hook lifts Emma up and they share an epic kiss. Her leg pops and everything. It's so cute!!! Omg! Theories?!?!?

Well, what do you think my theory is? You’re asking me. Me! MEEEEEEE!!! ;-P :-D ;-)

Since when have I ever gone along with the crowd? Hell… since when have the writers ever gone along with the crowd?

I know the expected answer is a proposal. But there is just one problem with that—it’s expected.

Did you expect that Emma would become the Dark One at the end of S4? No! Was it foreshadowed throughout the season? Absolutely! Hell, I’d say it was foreshadowed since about 3A.

The spoilers aside, did you expect Killian to die at the end of 5A? Did you expect him to become the Dark One at all? I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t see the Dark One twist, but I did see the magic/Sorcerer twist (which I still contend is on, given what he did in Sunday’s episode). Was that magical moment foreshadowed in previous seasons? Absolutely! Was it expected? No. (Mostly because I think they bent the rules with Excalibur, and there being two Dark Ones, but whatever. It still works with my other theories.)

Did you expect the twist of Emma and Henry going back to New York at the end of 3A? Probably not. But the first scene of 3A (with Emma giving birth to Henry and deciding to give him up) was a big hint as to what the final scene of 3A was going to be (the false memory of Emma giving birth and deciding to keep Henry).

This. Is what. I always say –> Premiers mirror their finales.

What was the first scene of 5.12?

Emma and Neal, alone, within Emma’s “dream” (or wherever that place was), talking in her car. After Neal was able to convince Emma that it was really him, and before Neal gave her his warning that the Underworld was a hard place to get out of, and that she should turn back now, there was a small bit of conversation between the two of them in the front seat of the yellow bug. Do you remember what they talked about? Or, rather, who they talked about?


Neal: “How’s our son?”
Emma: “Great! He… misses his dad. He’s growing up!”
Neal: “I bet.”

If you’ve been following my theories, you’d know that one of the reasons I listed (in fact the biggest reason I listed) for Emma’s intense desperation to keep Killian from dying in 5A, and to rescue him from the Underworld in 5B, was because she didn’t want to re-live with their son what she lived through with Henry in S1. She didn’t want to explain to their son why his father was not with him, and why he died a hero, having saved everyone. In S1, Emma lied to Henry about Neal’s heroism, and the fact that he was still alive, all because of what Neal did to her. It bothered her to have to explain that to him, though. If Emma’s new baby was to ask about its father in the future, she would have to go through the exact same experience with him too. Even though she would be telling the truth about him this time, she would still have to explain why his father wasn’t there to guide him and watch him grow up. And, on top of that, Emma would know that it was her that sent his father to the Underworld in the first place. It was her who sent him to that “prison”. Emma would be explaining to her new baby that she did to his father what her firstborn’s father did to her—she sent Killian to “prison” for something she was responsible for (turning him into a Dark One) the same way Neal sent her to prison for something he was responsible for (stolen watches).

What happened soon after Emma’s arrival in prison? She found out she was pregnant, and that she was going to be a first-time mother.

This 5.23 CS scene would be around the same timeframe (within a few days or weeks) of Killian’s arrival in the Underworld (“prison”). What do you think would happen now? Just going by the show’s Repeating History theme? Simple—he finds out Emma is pregnant, and that he is going to be a first-time father.

The reason Neal was such a big part of the premier episode (the big opening part of the premier episode) was because a scene like that will be expected between Emma and Killian (Neal’s foil) at the end of the season (as part of one of the closing scenes). Premiers mirror their finales. What do I expect Emma and Killian’s conversation to be about? Premiers mirror their finales. What was Emma and Neal’s conversation about? The part of the conversation that didn’t involve proof of identity or a warning, what was it about? Premiers mirror their finales. It was about their SON! Thus, what do I expect Emma and Killian’s 5.23 conversation to be about? Their son.

I think Emma is finally telling Killian that she’s pregnant.

5.12 was a BIG episode about parents and their children. We had Regina and her father, Regina in the flashbacks was having a birthday, and the plot centered around the perfect birthday gift from her parents (her mother, at least) to her. We had Peter Pan and Rumple in the episode. Neal, of course, was there, and Henry was looking for him in the Underworld. We had a grandfather meeting a grandchild. A namesake. Premiers mirror their finales.

S3B started with a proposal for Emma and ended with a wedding for Rumbelle. Premiers mirror their finales. If 5.12 was a big episode for parents and their children, then 5.23 will be too.

Besides, if you ask me, the two of them are ALREADY engaged. I might even go so far as to say they’re married! When Killian gave Emma his ring in 5A, they paralleled it with Merlin’s proposal to Nimue, for Pete’s sake! In both instances, it was a proposal that didn’t “sound” like a proposal, but it was one anyway! It was a proposal in not-so-many words. A proposal doesn’t HAVE to involve the words, “Will you marry me?” For Pete’s sake! “Bring her home to me,” along with the inclusion of a ring, is a good enough proposal in my book!

And do you know what I considered their wedding? The both of them becoming Dark Ones and having their names engraved on the same sword. Fuck having a priest officiate! Nothing says “I do” better than sharing your dark magic with the love of your life in order to keep him from dying.

What’s the next step after marriage? Sharing a house together. Whoo! We got that one covered! Killian even picked it out for them.

And did death do them part? HELL NO!!!

All caught up now then, aren’t we? He proposed to her in 5A, they got married in 5A, she wears his ring, they share a house, death wasn’t even able to do them part! What’s the next step after all of that?

I’ll give you three guesses. And two of them don’t count!

(Sidebar: That nursery in the CS house exists in the Underworld because the baby already exists in the real world, and that nursery is just waiting for that baby to die so that it could “move in”.)

Look at this kiss!

Does this look like an “Oh my God, she agreed to marry me!” kiss? Or does this look like an “Oh my God, WE’RE HAVING A BABY!!!!!!!!” kiss???

Come on now. Be honest.


PS: Just so you know… I don’t believe this is going to be the twist at the end. I think there’s something more after this. One last scene that’s gonna shock the fuck out of everyone. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know who’s involved, but I do know it’s probably gonna shock the fuck out of a decent amount of people. But, you know… that’s just me. I hate going along with what’s expected, and, frankly, so do the writers. *shrugs* :-)

PPS: I got a shit ton of other foreshadowing plot points, dialogue, Easter Eggs, and whatnot that foreshadow that Emma’s pregnant. They stretch all the way back to the beginning of 4B, and they are all over my blog. So obviously I’m not just pulling this out of nowhere.

PPPS: And… I’ll throw you one last bone. Colin and Jennifer have actually known about this particular twist in their characters’ storyline all season long. Adam and Eddy told them at the beginning of the season. For Colin, he was told the weekend of Comic Con. Remember Jen and Colin’s joint interview? And one of the reporters asked what was on the agenda for Captain Swan this season, and Colin said he found out something that day that he wasn’t allowed to say? And Jen was all like, “Oh! Tell me!” And Colin leaned over to whisper in Jen’s ear.

Try to read Colin’s lips and jaw as he whispers in Jen’s ear. The answer is brief. If you factor in Colin’s Irish accent and combine it with his lip movements, it looks like he’s saying, “They’re having a child.” He says a few other things after that, too (in other GIFs), but that’s the only one I’ve been able to “read” most clearly.


I received an arc from @bookavid​ because hell yeah asexual characters

We Awaken by Calista Lynne

How does one go about telling her friend that she didn’t seem to have grown out of the kissing-is-icky phase we spent our whole youth in?

Victoria Dinham doesn’t have much left to look forward to. Since her father died in a car accident, she lives only to fulfill her dream of being accepted into the Manhattan Dance Conservatory. But soon she finds another reason to look forward to dreams when she encounters an otherworldly girl named Ashlinn, who bears a message from Victoria’s comatose brother. Ashlinn is tasked with conjuring pleasant dreams for humans, and through the course of their nightly meetings in Victoria’s mind, the two become close. Ashlinn also helps Victoria understand asexuality and realize that she, too, is asexual.
But then Victoria needs Ashlinn’s aid outside the realm of dreams, and Ashlinn assumes human form to help Victoria make it to her dance audition. They take the opportunity to explore New York City, their feelings for each other, and the nature of their shared asexuality. But like any dream, it’s too good to last. Ashlinn must shrug off her human guise and resume her duties creating pleasant nighttime visions—or all of humanity will pay the price.

I don’t know if I would have picked this book up without Jen going ‘hey, read this’ and shoving it into my inbox, because honestly, I would have stopped reading the synopsis after the first two sentences, thinking it was just another Girl Doesn’t Need A Boy Until She Meets A Special Boy. Also, I’m not all that into contemporary YA (and despite the dream stuff, this reads very contemporary to me.) Although, to be entirely honest, I might have bought it for the cover. 

Side note: can we talk about how gorgeous that cover is? Look at it. It’s gorgeous.

Okay, so. I enjoyed this book, a lot. I loved the depiction of asexuality. The wondering of ‘oh my god is this me?’. The having to deal with other people thinking that asexuality doesn’t exist. The fact that someone else thinks kissing is icky. 

I might give this book five stars just for that.

As for the other, non-romantic, plot, the ending seemed a little rushed. Maybe I was reading too fast, but it definitely seemed like one second, Ashlinn was in the physical world and panicking about all the nightmares, and the next, she was back with Victoria. (And this is just a personal thing - but the last thing you want to do after someone you loves dies, and after a funeral, is stay awake. You’re mentally and physically and emotionally exhausted. But that’s just a little quibble that four months ago I wouldn’t have even thought about.)

Anyways. I’m rambling. I’m excited to add this book to my collection. I’m excited to recommend this book to people. I’m excited to have representation. To have explicit representation, and to not have to content myself with crumbs or ‘well, he might be asexual.’ It’s pretty glorious. Showing that an asexual relationship is just as valid and wonderful as a sexual one? That’s amazing and I’m thrilled.

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ (4/5 stars)

PS - This book comes out tomorrow!