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anonymous asked:

Hello Rachel, Turkish anon here! I was just listening where is my love again and i have this sad thought in my mind, what if stiles disappears after lydia tells him she loves him? She practically lost everybody after she said she loves them, like Allison or Jackson. What if she confesses her love to him and then he gets kidnapped and she blames herself for it? Why does it have to be so sad, I really don't want to see Lydia in pain oh dear god

I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS TOO, TURKISH ANON! 

Literally everybody in Lydia’s life leaves her. But apparently Stiles has to be yanked to another plane of the universe to be taken away from Lydia, which I guess means good things for their relationship. 

“ The text is “lo tirtzach,” “do not murder” from the ten commandments, repeated. There’s an idea that the Torah/Bible is black fire (the letters) and white fire (the spaces) and the spaces say just as much as the text. I hope I’m also working towards a world where it’s universally obvious that “do not murder” includes black people, but I spelled it out here because #blacklivesmatter. “ -Rachel Stone (shared to me by a mutual) on Facebook.


this is a powerful solidarity image.

(We Jews should totally use ‘lo tirtzach’ as a solidarity tag, like when theres violence victims and such we tag it as such to spread awareness, that would be so cool, just Jews standing in solidarity)

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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend: Nominations for the 68th Emmy Awards (2016)

Congratulations to Adam Schlesinger and Rachel Bloom (for their work on the main title and ‘Settle For Me’), Jack Dolgen (for his work on ‘Settle for Me’), Kabir Akhtar (for the editing category), and Kathryn Burns (for choreography)!

Sherlock S4 Starter Pack

ALRIGHTY, now that it seems Sherlock’s promotional campaign has officially begun, I decided I would preemptively create a post similar to my ShSpesh Starter Pack that I put together starting around Comic con Last Year right until airdate!

SO. Here’s what we got so far on the Eve of the Sherlock Panel at SDCC:

I know I missed some other stuff, but the first two cover EVERYTHING and the others are the interesting stuff that will catch everyone up! I’ll update this as I add relevant info onto my blog!

Imagine being Jared’s new roommate

Two suitcases, that’s all I have with me. Oh, and a cat in his cage. Not too bad if you think that I’m 25, broke and ready to fail in life.

I read the address on the yellow post it once again, I’m sure I’m at the right place, but not so sure that I want this to be the right place. The neighborhood isn’t that bad, there is a lot of waste on the streets, but it could be worse. The building in front of me needs a new coat of paint, and the door phone does not work.

A girl comes out of the building as I try to find my phone and call Shannon asking for help.

“You want to go in?” She asks me eyeing my luggage, “That thing hasn’t work in years”

“Could you…?” I ask, pointing at the door, with the biggest smile I can provide, “I’m new”

“Are you sure?” She asks, searching for the keys on her purse, “I don’t want to come back home and find out that I’ve been robbed”

“What? Oh, no. I just… It was an emergency move, I don’t have the keys yet”

“Let’s hope so” She laughs, “I’m Shayla, by the way”

“Thank you, Shayla, have a nice day!” I shout as I see her going down the stairs.

Shayla just waves at me without looking and continues with her walk down street. I use one of my suitcases to hold the door as I enter the second suitcase and Gren’s cage. It’s only when I’m inside that I notice that the building only has stairs and I’m supposed to reach the fifth floor.

“God hates me” I whisper, trying to plan how I’m going to get all my stuff up.

Maybe I could go and knock on the apartment of Shannon’s brother. He’s expecting me, I don’t think he would be rude to make me lift all this by myself. But, I also don’t want to leave all my things alone at the lobby. I couldn’t forgive myself if someone stole Gren, I would die.

Ok, let’s risk the luggage.

I take Gren’s cage and run upstairs, the less time I take, the less I risk losing the only things I have left. By the time I reach the fifth floor, I’m sweating like a pig, and I cannot breath properly. Gren looks a bit traumatized for the earthquake inside his cage.

Still trying to catch my breath, I ring the doorbell two times. The door opens, and a guy with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen opens the door. Is this Shannon’s brother?

“Hey! I’m Jared” He says, showing me a big smile.

“Oh, hi” I say with the little breath I have left, mentioning my name between short breaths, “Could you help me? My luggage is downstairs”

Jared accepts and leaves Gren inside the apartment. Jared doesn’t even look like his brother; the color of their eyes is different, Jared is taller and less burly. But that ain’t important, right? If he’s half as awesome as his brother, everything was going to be great. Well, he let me stay in his apartment without even knowing me, that puts him in my awesome list for good.

“How did you get in?” He asks me when we are halfway down the stairs.

“A girl let me in. Shayla?”

“Oh! She lives in our same floor, she’s awesome”

“Great, I already met a neighbor”

We continue our way in silence, Jared takes both suitcases, not allowing me to protests about it and we head upstairs again.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, you don’t even know me…”

“Shannon says you’re cool, so I’m okay with that” He says with a smile, “What happened anyway? Did your landlord kicked you out or something?”

“Something like that” I say, already battling with my breath. Damned stairs. “They were selling my building and my dear landlord forgot to tell me”

“Shit, what an asshole. Could you help me with the door?”

I take the keys from Jared’s hoddie to open the door. He lets me come in first, leaving me startled by the looks of his apartment. He doesn’t have many furniture besides an old tv, a couch, and a table with two chairs in the kitchen. But the walls… Oh, God. The walls! They are a work of art. Some parts are covered with paint splashes, in others you can find doodles and what seems like poetry. A single easel is located in front of a large window at the far left, an unfinished portrait of a woman, still wet on it.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy” He apologizes, taking my luggage to one of the doors at the end of the apartment, “I tried to clean, but I was a bit tired”

“It’s okay” I mutter, following his steps, “This is perfect”

“The room is a bit small, it doesn’t have a bathroom. Well, there’s only one in the whole apartment, but I promise I’m way more neat there”

The room is not as small as he makes it seem. There’s a mattress on the floor, a few pillows on top of it; one drawer, a dusty bookshelf and a desk with an old chair.

“Shannon said you didn’t have any furniture, he brought that mattress but we do not have a base, is alright if…?”

“It’s perfect, Jared, really. If it wasn’t for you I would be sleeping in the streets”

“Ok” He mumbles, taking his hand to run through his hair, “My bedroom is the one right next to this one, the bathroom is right across it”

“Great. Oh, by the way, do you have a fire escape, right? I think I saw one from outside”

“Yeah, it’s right outside your window” He says, pointing to it, “Why?”

“For Gren, he needs a place for his sandbox”

“Oh, right” He laughs, “I had forgotten about him”

As if Gren knew we were talking about him, we start hearing a few meows coming from his cage.

“I’ll let you settle down, I’ll be right outside”

Jared leaves me alone after bringing Gren’s cage to my bedroom.

I wasn’t joking when I told Jared that if it wasn’t for him I would be in the street right now. I had no one, reason why Shannon was so worried about my situation. In just an hour he had fixed my life, making sure that I had a place to crash, food and bed.

The bedroom is way cleaner than the living room, and it doesn’t take me too long to arrange everything comfortably for Gren and me.

The smell of something sweet reaches my nose, and a knock on my door announces Jared’s visit to my new bedroom. When I open, I find him holding a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, and crackers on the other.

“A little something for your belly”

“Thank you so much, you’re an angel!”

Jared laughs, taking a seat on the only chair in my bedroom. Gren jumps to get comfy on Jared’s thighs, purring loudly.

“He’s really friendly”

“You don’t like cats” I notice by the way he stiffened when Gren jumped on him, “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no. I like cats!” He assures me, starting to caress Gren behind his ears, “They usually don’t like me, I’m a bit surprised to be honest”

“Gren is a bit antisocial, he must really like you”

“Gren?” He asks confused.

“Grenouille. That’s his full name”

“Wait, I know that name…”

“Jean-Baptiste Grenouille” I clarify, “Perfume”

“Right, I knew it!” He cheers, taking Gren’s paw to high five it. Gren doesn’t even raise his head in reaction.

I drink my chocolate, wanting to ask about the art that covered the walls. Does his room follow the same pattern? Is this his work?

“Can I ask you something?” He nods, a smirk on his face, “You work as a painter?”

“Not exactly” He clarifies, “I teach art to kids”

“Really? At a primary school?” He nods once again, “Cool”

“Shannon said you are librarian”

“I am” I say, a bit embarrassed, “I was supposed to work there for a couple of months after college, but I end up staying for two years. I really like the job”

We continue talking about different topics; Jared’s work at the school, his bad experiences with other cats, his relationship with Shannon. When Shannon comes to the conversation I already know he has questions, but he doesn’t start asking them till I tell them it’s okay.

“So, you two dated or something?”

“Yeah, for a bit. It didn’t work thou, we were more friends than lovers, we weren’t what we were looking for at the moment”

“When was this? I get the feeling that he’s mentioned your name before”

“Like two years ago, I think”

“Anyway,” He says, standing from the chair, leaving Gren to occupy his place, “It’s late and I’m sure you want to rest”

I stand to take the dirty dishes to the kitchen but he takes them from my hands. A smile appears on his lips again, the same on mine.

“Thank you, again”

“Don’t worry. I think I’m gonna enjoy having a roommate” He says before leaving me alone in my new bedroom.

 life is strange aesthetics: rachel amber

’’Let’s just drive out of here forever.’’

Dark Horse 74

[This fic has a Sexy Things Warning. This means that there will be sexy things happening between characters. Sometimes it will be very clear what they are doing and how they are doing it.]

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Chapter 74: 1778 words

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Young-Do grunted as Rachel’s alarm went off but didn’t wake like he was supposed to. It was their wedding day. In six hours, they would promise their hearts, bodies, and souls to each other. She slowly smiled and excitement burst through her. She poked at his shoulder and tried to get him to wake up.

When that didn’t work, Rachel poked at his back dimples and started nuzzling his neck. He briefly stirred but not enough to really count as awake. She made a face at his back and climbed on top of him. “Oppa,” she murmured. “Oppa, wake up.”

Rachel almost snickered when she felt the exact moment her words permeated his sleep. He tensed all over and she knew he was faking to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. They were getting married today. Their value hadn’t tanked. Hyo-Shin’s parents were facing an investigation into their corruption and it was possible someone would go to jail. She could give Young-Do the one thing he really wanted from her.

“Oppa?” She shrieked when he rolled her off of him and pinned her beneath him. She didn’t even make an attempt to struggle. She just enjoyed how red his face, neck, and shoulders were as he stared down at her. “Good. You’re awake.”

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