rewatched this for the first time in a long while today

Davey’s Wardrobe

I was rewatching Newsies Live today, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how Davey’s outfits reflect how he assimilates as a Newsie.

I mean, in Act 1, David is dressed as best as he can probably afford. He wears a tie, his vest is buttoned up, and his appearance as a whole is much more proper looking than the others.

Even Les looks more like a newsie than Davey- which makes sense. Les wastes no time in making friends with Jack and the others, while Davey is much more reserved. Davey informs Les early on that they’re only there until their father gets better, and they’re only selling in the first place because they need the money. The only newsie who stands out as much as Davey is Jack, for obvious reasons.

This helps later on in the act (starting with The World Will Know) by establishing Davey as a leader, but it also serves to remind us that Davey has a family- something the other newsies aren’t as fortunate to have. Just look at him next to some of the other boys. 

However, once Act 2 comes around, we see a change in Davey’s wardrobe.

He starts wearing plaid, a pattern worn by many of the other Newsies (Race being probably the most popular example). His top buttons are also undone, something Act 1 Davey would not have stood for.

However, the most significant difference is that he has ditched the tie and unbuttoned his vest. He’s still distinguished enough from the ensemble so that you can pick him out easily, but that’s more due to the blue in his shirt than the way he presents himself. It’s also worth nothing that his hair appears to be messier in Act 2 (but that can also be chalked up to Ben having been on stage for a long time and just being sweaty and doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with Davey as a character).

At the rally, the blue in his shirt is a similar shade to the blue Jack wears, highlighting his status as a leader. Most of the newsies wear very muted colors. Even Race, who is Jack’s number 2, wears blue, but it’s not quite as prominent. The other obvious costume choice is having the Brooklyn Newsies in bright red, showing their contrast with Manhattan.  

Unlike in Act 1, where there was very much an equal partnership between Jack and Davey, in Act 2, Davey has taken over as leader while Jack is worrying about Crutchie.

He looks like he fits in so much better with the other newsies. In King of New York, a number where Davey doesn’t have much focus, he blends in very well with the ensemble, to the point where it can be easy to forget that he’s in that number.

Davey’s wardrobe undergoes an adjustment between Acts 1 and 2, which highlights not only his leadership status as the show progresses, but also his commitment to the strike and how he begins to see the newsies as his friends and family instead of just co-workers.

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part One

Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses???? 

A/N: At first this was meant to be just one imagine, but the plot that I came up with in my head is actually more lengthy than I planned. So I decided to make this into a series! 


Shawn watched the clock as he held his phone in his hands, bouncing his knee up and down. Time was ticking slower the more he could feel his anticipation grow. He’s been waiting for this the whole day. The possibility of miscalculating time zones constantly ran through his mind, but he made sure his math wasn’t even off by a minute. Her tweet did, in fact, say seven that night sharp and he was only five hours behind.

His phone suddenly interrupted the silence with a loud buzz, followed by a ding. Quickly clicking on the notification, he felt an immense amount of relief to see her face taking up the whole phone screen. She was obviously dressed for comfort with an oversized hoodie and her hair out of the way. A guitar rested on her lap, her body leaning over it as she scrolled through the comments.

“Good afternoon, well night,” she laughed. He watched as she gestured towards to what looked like her bedroom window. It was pitch black outside already. “Or morning. Depends where you are.”

Afternoon, Shawn thought to himself.

If only the whole world knew how much he was infatuated with her. At first, she was just one of those small singers that he would see when he scrolled through Instagram, but there was something about her that had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she put her own twist on everything she did or the cute little wrinkle she would get whenever she scrunched up her face while singing a certain part. There were a million things.

“Good news, I’ve actually been writing a whole lot. I just have to start recording. It’s gonna take forever, but you guys are gonna like it.” She turned the camera towards a little corner in her room. “The next few weeks are gonna be spent right over there.” A microphone along with a whole set up consisting of a laptop and other equipment sat on a desk. “It’s my little makeshift recording studio.”

Shawn couldn’t imagine trying to record a song all by himself. There were so many technical things that went into it, but she did it all on her own. No record labels, no assistance, no nothing. It was just her, which was another thing he found captivating.

Her fingers gently strummed the strings, playing a soft chord. Shawn tried to figure out what tune she was humming, but he had no luck.

“I’ve been listening to The Neighborhood so much lately, so here’s a little taste of their song called The Beach,” she said repositioning herself.

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you

All the stress that he carried on his shoulders melted away as soon as she started singing. There had always been something different about her voice that hit him like no other. Maybe it was how smooth it was, or the little rasp that would come out every once in awhile. He had never heard a voice quite like hers.

Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you friend, I might need to give it up

I’m sick and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you
If I do, I do

Her strumming had gotten louder, and so did her voice. Her eyes were closed with her eyebrows drawn close together, showing that little wrinkle he oh so loved. He could tell the chorus meant a lot to her and it worried him because there had to be a reason why. Judging by the lyrics, it couldn’t be a good one.

If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you’re looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I’m just moving on

She couldn’t hide the smile that had etched onto her face as she sang the second verse, which told him that whatever caused the pain in the chorus was definitely gone now. Shawn started to feel himself smile along with her.

She finished the song with a small hum and opened her eyes again. Typically, her live streams started with a song that she picked out and one more that the viewers would request. Some days it would just be her messing around while answering questions. Today just happened to be the lucky day that she did both.

“What did I have for breakfast? Very strange question, but I had a parfait. I’m sorry if you were expecting pancakes or something,” she giggled. “What’s my opinion on brown eyes? One hundred percent the most underrated eye color in the world. All the time I see brown-eyed people try to cover it up, and become really self-conscious along the way. It isn’t really such a big issue now, but I remember seeing it all the time back then and I was absolutely baffled by it. Sure, brown is the most common, but they’re definitely the most diverse in my opinion. There are so many shades!”

Shawn could feel his cheeks flush at the mention of even the tiniest relation to him. He never really thought about his own eye color until then. It was only a little part of him, but somehow she had put so much more meaning into it. It was a gift of hers, finding the simplest of things and making it sound like so much more, that is. It was one of the things that made her such a great songwriter.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?”

The mention of his name, more like the sound of her voice saying it, snapped him out of his thoughts, immediately putting him on edge. It felt like everything stopped and the only things that were moving were his heartbeat, that alarmingly pumped faster, and his leg that wouldn’t stop shaking. It was pathetic how much of an effect she had on him. An effect that she had even though she had never spoken to him.

“Where do I even begin?” she beamed, putting her hands up to her cheeks. A lame attempt to try and hide her heated face. “I’m not really one to listen to pop music that often, but his music is so good. I don’t know how he does it, a genius right there. Go listen to his new album if you haven’t already.”

Now he was the one who was blushing mad. Shawn was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe or how to do anything in fact. She listened to his music, gushed about it in fact. And there she sat, oblivious to the fact that the very person who she was talking about was watching her.

The connection lagged a little as she continued on, “Looks like you guys want me to cover him, which I’m totally down with.” Shawn couldn’t even think at this point. Now she was going to sing his song. The lyrics that he wrote. The chords that he recorded.

“Here’s I Don’t Even Know Your Name because it’s one of my favorites,” she smiled at the camera, which totally brought him back down to Earth. His heart fluttered when she started to sing again.

He remembered writing Handwritten, more specifically that song. When he finally came up with lyrics to the melody that he had been working on for so long, he was so proud of something that had turned out to be so good.

But it sounded even better when she sang it. She added something to the song that he couldn’t describe. He was able to pick out the way she added a soft high note in one line of the chorus and changed the order of some notes. Shawn didn’t know how she did it all so easily, but it was brilliant.

Even long after the live stream ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. One of her fans had recorded it and posted it on the internet so he could rewatch it anytime he wanted. And boy he did. He listened to it in the shower, the car, everywhere really.

Even backstage.

The show wasn’t supposed to start until five hours later and he didn’t have anything else to do. Soundcheck was already done and the Q&A wasn’t for a long time, so here he was. Listening to her again.

“Dude, I’m seriously starting to think you’re in love with her,” Geoff joked from the couch opposite of him. Shawn was laying down on the couch, balancing his laptop on his chest while he binge watched more of her covers.

Matt let out a laugh from behind him, “He probably is.” Rolling his eyes, he sat up and looked at the both of them.

“You don’t understand. She’s absolutely am—”

“Amazing, we know,” the two boys finished for him.

“And that she deserves more recognition and that she’s an amazing writer and….” he took a deep breath, “she’s really cute.” Shawn watched him with his eyebrows raised as he ticked off every statement with a finger on his hand.

“And don’t forget that she listens to your music!” Matt jumped in, ruffling his already messed up hair. “You know, you should give her a little shout out or something on Twitter. It’s pretty obvious how good she is, and I don’t think you’ll stop rambling about her until you do.”

Shawn chuckled at the last bit, flicking the back of Matt’s snap back off his head as he stood up and stretched. Needing a change of scenery, well walls, he shuffled towards the bathroom and leaned his hands on the counter. Matt’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Shawn had no idea how the idea didn’t come to him in the first place. It would definitely help her out, and that’s all it took for him to whip out his phone.

He quickly opened Twitter and as he hovered his thumb over the keyboard, he froze. What was he supposed to say? There were so many things about her. One hundred forty characters weren’t enough.

The next five minutes were spent typing a sentence or two out, but reading it over and erasing it. He didn’t want to say a simple “check this girl out, she’s really good” kind of thing. She was more than good. But he didn’t want to write too much. Everyone would probably think he was desperate, or something else the media can come up with.

It completely confused him why he was having such a hard time. He always knew what to say. Words easily rolled off his tongue.

Stop overthinking it, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It shouldn’t be this hard. A minute passed when he felt his thumbs move on their own. He read the sentences over and over. Doubt started to cloud his thinking again. “You know what? Fuck it,” Shawn seethed and he pushed the submit button.

There was no going back now. Millions of people were reading it now, and he hoped she was too.

One Day

I felt sad today. I’ve felt down a bit lately, but it was hard to describe why. I figured it out this afternoon.

I’m on my fifth rewatch of the first season of One Day at a Time on Netflix. I haven’t watched something this intensely since Buffy the Vampire Slayer which is funny considering Elena and several episodes in the latter half of the season. On the surface, yeah, I get that I like it because I’m gay and a writer like Elena. I come from a Latin, military family with religious parents. While I’m not Cuban, or Cuban American, there’s enough similarities to Mexican culture that I heavily relate. And I get to hear people who sound like and look like me and my family. Hearing Spanish spoken on TV without any subtitles is thrilling. People will go out of their way to learn Elvish or Klingon but for some reason won’t take the little computer they have in their pocket and google what a few words in mean in Spanish. Hopefully now, they will. And that’s a good thing. It’s estimated that in the next decade a whole quarter of the United States will be Latino. We’re here. Get over it. A wall’s not keeping anybody out.

I thought at first that this was why I was sad. And obviously, the way the president talks about Latinos and Mexicans doesn’t help. It furthers falsehoods and stereotypes that are wrong and dangerous. It helps people make assumptions instead of asking genuine questions. I’ve heard people in the past talk about us like we’re rats.

“Oh, I don’t want to go over there. There’s too many Mexicans.”

“Did they finish cleaning yet? I don’t mind if they’re here, I just don’t want to see them.”

Because I’m not what most people picture when they think of a Mexican or the child of a Mexican immigrant, people assume I don’t speak Spanish. I hear many an interesting thing when this is the case. This is also what I have to guess is responsible for someone assuming at the grocery store that my mother was my nanny when I was seven. This one is particularly damaging and still makes me upset. In the eyes and mind of this person, why couldn’t she have just been my mom?

So anyway, because of the state of the world I’ve been escaping. RuPaul’s Drag Race came back for it’s 9th season and that helped. Say what you will about Valentina, maybe she isn’t perfect and sweet, but when she came out on the runway in a traditional mariachi suit and the following week sashayed down the runway looking like the most beautiful Telenovela bride you’ve ever seen, I cried. I’m not exaggerating when I say this. As a kid, I had no gay Mexicans to look up to. It would be years before Justin Suarez showed up on Ugly Betty and by then I was an adult. On Drag Race, traditional Mexican beauty was being shown and broadcast to America. They heard the words: Aguas Calientes.

So with One Day at a Time, well, I can’t stop watching it. And for a comedy it’s incredibly sad and emotional. In the episode “Viva Cuba” Lydia (played by Rita Moreno) reveals a family secret about when she left Cuba that I won’t spoil for you. It’s so well written and acted that I’ve cried every time I’ve seen it. When she scene begins she’s looking at old family photos from when she lived in Cuba. She looks sad and lost in thought.

And then it hit me.

I’d seen my mother do the same thing. I’ve heard my mother cry over missing her family members, and people she never got to see again after she left Mexico and came to the United States. My mom’s circumstances were different, she wasn’t fleeing Mexico like Lydia was fleeing Cuba, but I understood that while this country became my mother’s permanent residence, it was never really her home. I can only assume it took me this long to realize it because now as an adult, I often feel like there’s a part of me that’s missing too. This is what my mother felt. Constantly.

I’ve been to Mexico City, Amecameca, Cuenavaca, San Miguel de Allende, Cabo San Lucas, Monterrey and had addresses/lived in Querataro, Ixtapa, Zijuatanejo and Villa De Los Flores. I list these off because it’s more cities than I’ve visited or lived in in the United States. I was raised speaking Spanish by both of my parents and taught to be proud of my culture and heritage. But for the past 11 years I’ve lived in Portland Oregon. Don’t get me wrong, I love Portland most of the time, but I never speak Spanish here. I hardly ever get Mexican food unless I make it and I am rarely around other Latinos.

I miss Mexico and sometimes New York and Los Angeles because there were more people like me there. No wonder I spent all day in Santee Alley on a recent trip to Los Angeles. 

 I haven’t been to Mexico in a very long time. It’s a part of me. It hurts when people say I’m a fake Mexican, or I’m too white to be Mexican, or I wasn’t born there so I can’t claim to be Mexican. None of that is true, so I brush it off, but it’s my dream to visit again. I miss my grandmother. I miss her food. I miss the sounds and the smells and the beautiful architecture. I miss the people. I miss the art. The striking colors everywhere you look. It makes sense why I’m obsessed with The Wizard of Oz. Boise was brown and gray and dull for me. Mexico was vibrant and full of life.

This piece of me, this part that’s missing, it’s difficult to pour something in there and fill it up. I found a small community of Latinos here, a group that I’m attempting to be more a part of. And while I live in Portland, I continue to work on comics and write more stories that feature Latinos and Mexicans. It’s important to me. I needed characters to connect with when I was younger. I needed to see that. Now as an adult I’m creating that. But my heroes are writers and artists who are doing the same. Salma Hayek for producing Ugly Betty. Jenny Lorenzo for her amazing comedy videos that have brought me so much happiness this year. And Gloria Calderon Kellett for bringing so much visibility to Latinos, Latino Americans and LGBT Latinos at that. The three graphic novels projects I’m working on right now all feature Latinos and Latinas.

I want the world to see Latinas who aren’t stereotyped as sexy, or as the maid. I want them to see Latinos who aren’t preoccupied with being macho. I want them to see Latinas that are brave and strong and smart and Latinos who are sweet and sensitive. We are rarely portrayed this way, but we sure are on One Day at a Time.

I think writing and creating stories and characters is what I’ve been doing to try and fill that void. One day I’ll get back to Mexico but until that time, or the time I get to continually use my Spanish, I suppose it’ll have to do.

That, and looking through my childhood photo albums.

Kalagang #07

1x08 We Will All Be Judged By The Courage Of Our Hearts

In this episode, we get to see more of Wolfgang’s back story – specifically his relationship with Felix, and with Wolfgang’s abusive father. It’s heartbreaking to see Wolfgang suffered so much in the past, but at the same time we see Kala’s feeling towards him gets deeper as he opens up about his pain.

Kala: I was always afraid as a child. I couldn’t sleep if the light was off or it was too quiet. I don’t like the quiet. I used to fall asleep in my father’s restaurant. I’ve always hated being alone. (1x07)

At the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, Kala told Wolfgang she doesn’t like the quiet or being alone. But here, we see Kala who is at the movies with her family – she is not alone, and it’s obviously not quiet because of the laughter from the audience – being not fine at all. She is crying because of Wolfgang; she is crying for him. It just shows how much Wolfgang has consumed her; how much he means to her.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

In Berlin, Wolfgang is at the hospital after Felix got shot from Steiner. He is in a very quiet place, and he’s all alone now – another cinematographic contrast between two characters. And it’s also great to see that Kala who doesn’t like the quiet and being alone visits the place that is quiet and ‘lonely’. Wolfgang doesn’t even cry because he can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has forgotten how to cry.

Again, with Kalagang you can turn any place into somewhere romantic…and bathroom is definitely becoming their thing.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang tries to suppress the pain and anger all to himself like he used to, thinking that he’s alone. Then Kala shows up. When he senses Kala and looks right at her, he’s really surprised – not just by Kala’s presence, but also by her tears. She is literally crying for him. Wolfgang didn’t ask anyone for anything, and yet she is sharing his pain and sorrow.

So he has all these mixed feelings going on in a split second – sad, angry, surprised, sort of relieved to see her, and then like he’s having another moment of falling in love with her. I mean, wouldn’t you fall for someone if that person shares your pain and even cries for you, when you thought you’re alone in this world? I would.

Wolfgang: [What happened to him?] It was my fault. I wanted to prove something. I wanted to change something that can’t be changed. [What?] The past.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Just look at how hurt he is. It’s so heartbreaking. Wolfgang was about to give himself another chance to believe in miracles – start a new life. He was ready to fly over to India to see Kala. He was so desperate to put the past behind him. Then this happened; the world once again pulled Wolfgang back to where he was. When Wolfgang tells Kala that it’s his fault Felix was attacked, I think he secretly also wanted to tell her – he really wanted to meet her in person, and it hurts because now he can’t.

The way Max delivered this whole scene where he talks about Wolfgang’s childhood was so good. So on point. You can feel the depth of his pain even before we actually hear his story.

Kala: You’ve known him a long time. How did you meet? [Detention]

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

Look! Kala’s hand is on Wolfgang’s back (or is it his arm? whatever)! Last episode Wolfie touched her, and now, she’s touching him. Our Kalagang is getting closer to one another! It’s hard to see from this GIF, but if you go watch full episode (video) you’ll see Kala’s fingers gently stroking Wolfgang’s back. AH FEELS.

Felix: Wolfgang? Nobody’s named Wolfgang. OK…Wolfie. What are you in for? [Fighting] Cool.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

From here, we get to see Wolfgang’s relationship with Felix.

Wolfgang: Where are you? [At the movies. With my family] Makes sense. [Why?] Felix loved the movies. We cut school to watch films all the time.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

The only times when Wolfgang smile like that – not the usual kind of smirk he does to others, but real, genuine, happy one – are when he’s with Felix, Kala, probably his mother, and his cluster. Right now, it’s just Felix and Kala.

Conan: No one will remember if we were good men or bad. All that matters is that two stood against many. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen…then to hell with you!

This film is one of the things that made Wolfgang who he is today. It’s not just a film which he and his best friend enjoyed watching when they’re little, it sort of gave young Wolfgang a kind of guidance for his chaotic life. So it’s like Conan is Wolfgang’s Ganesha, I guess.

Wolfgang: I don’t know why he liked me. In those days, when we moved from East to West Berlin, I was the kid everyone hated.

Original post [x] @wolvesinwinter

Here, we get a glimpse of what would Wolfgang do when he is in serious trouble: he doesn’t ask for help. He tries to take care of the problem all by himself. He protects the ones he cares by not letting them into this mess. And he fights…he fights hard.

No wonder Wolfgang doesn’t ever ask his cluster for help.

Original post [x] @iseeuvillain

This is why Wolfgang thinks of Felix as his brother. Because Felix never leaves him – he is always there for Wolfgang, and he always comes back for him.

Wolfgang: [That was your childhood?] No.That was nothing…compared to my father.

When Kala is shocked by his rough childhood, Wolfgang lets out a sigh mixed with chuckle as if that whole story he’s just told her was nothing. As soon as he is about to talk about his father, Wolfgang’s face stiffens. You can see how much Wolfgang’s already disgusted just by thinking of his father.

Anton: Life is just five things – eating, drinking, shitting, fucking…and fighting for more. I didn’t say anything about crying. Crying is for bitches. Is that what you [Wolfgang] are? A little bitch?

What’s so heartbreaking about this scene is that – not to mention how abusive Anton was – as much as Wolfgang hates his father, ironically, everything about Anton including his ‘motto’ influenced Wolfgang. It was inevitable that his father made Wolfgang who he is.

Because of his father, Wolfgang couldn’t cry – which explains why he doesn’t cry up to this day…as well as why he’s been suppressing his emotions.

Kala: He would do anything for you.

Original post [x] @kalagang

The way Kala is looking at Wolfgang – I thought this might be the first time when Kala saw something good and beautiful hidden inside of him. At that moment, she felt this deep, unbreakable, and pure friendship between Wolfgang and Felix. She felt how much Wolfgang loves and cares about his brother.

Wolfgang: He’s my brother, and not by something as accidental as blood…by something much stronger. [By what?] By choice.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

This line sort of emphasizes that Wolfgang is, again, the guy who does not believe in things like miracles. Because he believes in choice. To Wolfgang, his family was not his choice. To him, miracle is also not a choice; it’s something that just happens. It’s beyond his control.

And this makes Kalagang’s relationship so interesting because…Wolfgang who believes in choices is connected to Kala – the connection that is not based on choices; while Kala who believes in miracles is hesitating over a choice that may change her life. Each of them believes in something that other doesn’t…and now, they’re being challenged by what other believes in. I’m kinda rambling, but see what I mean?

The more I rewatch Kalagang moments, the more I realize how their relationship is so fabulously complicated – they are complete opposites, but they accept each other. At the same time, they challenge each other…and eventually build up this beautiful and intense relationship based on their differences.

Manendra: You are going to call up my son and you are going to tell him that you cannot marry him. [What?] You know in your heart that’s the right thing to do. I could see it in your eyes. That’s why you stopped the wedding to keep yourself from committing this terrible mistake. […] But now, luck has given us another opportunity to correct it. All we require is the will…

OK, to be honest, when Manendra visited the temple and told Kala that she should call off the wedding with Rajan, I screamed with joy. I was like ‘YES! FINALLY! Now she can see Wolfgang without feeling guilty! They can be together!’

and then this happens…oh dear.

A Doctor’s Log (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Summary: Being a collection of impressions, observations, and ruminations, by one Dr. Lexi T’Perro, staff physician on the Tempest. 

Notes: Spoilers abound, but specifically for Liam’s armor request and part of Jaal’s loyalty mission (through the end of “Flesh and Blood”). Pre-romance (incipient Sis!Ryder/Jaal).

This is loose, this is messy, and hopefully, this is funny. There may be more to come, but we shall see! <3

Read on: Ao3

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Entry One:

Our young Pathfinder certainly has a talent for finding — well, talent, in the most unusual places. From what I understand, she found our resident krogan on Eos, slaughtering the local wildlife. I believe he’s wearing the bones of his kills.

And yet, he’s charming, but anyone’s standards. A little gruff, but that’s to be expected. He and Vetra seem to be getting along famously, if what I overhear from the crew’s quarters is any indication.

Cora is still dealing with residual frustration and resentment over the Pathfinder’s role passing from Alec to his daughter, but she is a consummate professional, and after an initial tense conversation with Ryder, has allowed herself to process and grieve in private. I’ve made a note to check in with her — something Cora will be astute enough to recognize — but I foresee no future issues in that quarter.

Sometimes it’s best simply to let time and distance do all the healing work. Harry, if you ever read this, know that I can hear you smirking.

Entry Seven:

Liam continues to impress me — his good humor and willingness to reach out to everyone has defused more than a few potential arguments. I’m rather amazed at how he dismantled what could have been a rather explosive argument over the last of the Fishdog Food Shack nuggets (I shudder to think what was in them, to have lasted so long in suspension!). His loyalty is unquestioned. He’d be an asset on any team, but I’m glad he’s with us.

Ryder stayed in her quarters for an extra forty-three minutes this morning. SAM assures me she was simply working out, but I’ve made a note to watch her stress levels a little more carefully. Excess exercise may be just one symptom of a larger problem.

I do hope they’re able to wake up her brother, soon. Her role is a lonely one.

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CHDH 1

“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Read on FF.net or AO3.

A few warnings before we get started: This is rated M for explicit language, violence, torture, physical and emotional abuse, character death, sexual abuse, eventual sexual content, possible triggers, controversial topics, drug use, and adult situations.

As you can see, the zombie apocalypse can get quite messy. This is not a story for the lighthearted. The triggering content won’t go into extreme detail, but I did want to put a warning.

In the beginning of chapters where there’s either smut or a possible trigger, I will post a warning so you can choose if you want to read it, skim it, or skip it. (Keep in mind, it will be a while until either happen.)

If at any time you decide you don’t want to continue reading this story then please don’t feel any pressure from me to keep reading. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so don’t compromise your well-being for the sake of a story. That being said, I also want to say I will not change how I write this story. The main plot has already been decided. It’s not meant to be a fluffy piece, but there will be good times shared here and there for our survivors and there will be a relatively happy ending.

I would also like to warn this is a ‘slow burn’ story! So keep that in mind while reading. This is a NALU story, but be warned, this will be a bumpy ride.

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does! I only own this specific plot, and my OC’s if I choose to create some. There is no updating schedule.

I sincerely hope you read all the warnings and didn’t skip straight to the story, but if you did, good luck. Either way, enjoy!


Chapter One: Section Six

(October 4th, 2017, Wednesday Morning)

Flipping the page of his manga, Natsu read out loud, “'We just said that’s the wrong name!’” He took a breath, changing the tone of his voice a bit. “'No, it’s not! When I made him that shrine, Yato was so happy! He’d wanted it for so long! It can’t be wrong!’”

Eyes flitting to the next page, Natsu continued. “'Or he wouldn’t have cried like that…’”

He sighed, closing his manga and setting it beside him. He didn’t need to turn the page to know what came next. Muttering, he recited the words from the next few pages because he had them memorized. “'Yaboku! Wheeeeew… Welcome back, Yato.’”

Green eyes shut as he leaned back on his mattress, staring up at the fluorescent lights that didn’t work anymore. “This is so boring,” he moaned to himself. He had read his tenth volume of ‘Noragami’ twenty, no… twenty-one times before today.

'If only I had the other volumes. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so bored.’

Shifting against his bed and covers, he tried to get comfortable for a nap. However, the sound of a female’s voice captured his attention. “If it’s so boring, why do you keep reading it?”

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anonymous asked:

We didn't get any amazing Drabbles from you today! I miss them so much! I was wondering if you could write something from today, about why Robert was wandering around the village without Aaron (in my head it was that Aaron was so tired he'd been sleeping for ages, but woke up to find Robert "being creepy" watching him sleep, and sent him out to get food but that's just me) cause you know Robert didn't want to leave his side for anything!! I love your writing! Thanks for sharing it!!!!!!

Oh bless you for this message! I kinda got distracted by the prison release and I am a terrible multitasker so when I’m obsessing over tumblr and rewatching scenes to within an inch of their life I can’t write at the same time! However I’m currently sat out in my garden with the laptop for a couple of hours so I’ll try and get some done today!

As for your request…

“What?”

Robert smiled at Aaron’s mumblings.

“Thought you were asleep,” he explained softly, bringing his hand up to touch his husband’s cheek.

Aaron shifted in the bed slightly.

“I am,” he muttered back, still with his eyes closed. “Could feel you watching me,” he added with an upturn of his lips, smile threatening to break out on his face.

“How could I not?” Robert smiled back at him, shuffling closer.

“Bit creepy,” Aaron teased, and Robert couldn’t help the instinctive need to lean in and tickle his husband in that sensitive spot on his hip.

Aaron jolted at Robert’s touch.

“You’re cold,” he complained with a breathy laugh, pushing Robert’s hands away from him under the covers.

Robert smiled.

“I’ve been cold for six weeks without my personal radiator here to warm me up.”

Aaron smiled, blinking open his eyes narrowly.

He exhaled with what looked a lot like relief at the sight of Robert’s face looking back at him from his pillow.

“Am I dreaming?” he whispered, the fragility in his voice betraying him somewhat.

“Feels like it, doesn’t it?” Robert replied, his own words having to fight past the lump in his throat.

“Time is it?” Aaron asked.

“Late,” Robert replied. “Almost noon.”

Aaron winced as he stretched out a little.

“And how long you been watching me?” he teased.

Robert coughed, raising his eyebrows as he realised he’d been found out.

“Not long,” he lied. “Maybe…I dunno. An hour or so?”

He daren’t tell him he’d been awake since 9am.

Aaron smiled, shifting forwards in the bed, letting his warm hands travel up the outline of Robert’s body as he lay on his side – absence of his boxers a reminder of the reunion they’d had the night before.

It hadn’t been the usual – frantic and passionate – but it had been slow, and gentle, and perfect; a reminder of the way that they had all the time in the world together, now. They’d talked first – had gone up to their bedroom in the pub early on, as the party still swung in full flow beneath them, and they’d lain down on the bed, side by side, fully clothed, and talked about their feelings.

Robert told Aaron he’d hardly slept in their bed; that he hadn’t been able to face it without him. The sofa had been his home, and his days had been non-stop, filled with Liv and Noah and the scrapyard and the haulage company and The Mill.

Aaron told Robert about the prison routine; about Ethan and his conflicted, messed-up way of looking out for him. About the way he’d missed Robert. About the way it had felt to slip his wedding ring back on his finger just before he was released.

They’d kissed – slow; languid; punctuated with a smile, or a laugh, or a reminder of the fact they loved one another in that special and unique way that they did.

And they’d made love – not sex, not the heated exchange they were so used to – but the slow, gentle reconnection of two lovers who’d been torn apart and reunited. They’d kissed each other through it, and Robert had whispered into Aaron’s ear how much he loved him as he came.

“I love you,” Aaron told his husband now, staring into his eyes, memory of the night before still fresh.

“I love you, too,” Robert replied, leaning in for a morning kiss.

Aaron yawned as he pulled away, stretching his muscles out and feeling his body sink into the warmth and comfort he’d been deprived off for weeks.

“What do you want to do today?” Robert asked him. “Besides the obvious,” Robert drawled as he let his hands smooth over the tender skin on Aaron’s inner thighs.

“Not that,” Aaron smirked as he batted Robert’s hand away. “Not yet, anyway,” he added at the sight of Robert’s confusion.

“We’ve got some catching up to do,” Robert teased, returning his hands to his husband’s body.

Aaron laughed, leaning into Robert’s touch this time.

“Okay,” he relented, far too easily. “But I need food first. Actual, proper food, like I haven’t had in weeks.”

Robert nodded.

“I could nip out and get us some breakfast?” he suggested. “As much as I don’t wanna leave your side today, I suppose I could let you sleep in for a little while longer?”

“Hmmmm,” Aaron groaned, already rolling onto his side and snuggling himself down into his pillow. “Sounds good.”

Robert leant in and placed a kiss against his cheek.

“Any requests?” he asked as he forced himself leave his husband’s side.

“Bacon,” Aaron mumbled into his pillow, eyes already closed, sleep already taking him back over.

“Bacon it is, then,” Robert agreed, giving himself a few more seconds to take in the beauty of his husband fast asleep beside him before he found the strength to tear himself away.

anonymous asked:

can i has more cr sense8 au percy pls? (if your up for it of course)

*slams 2,000 words on your desk five months later* MY HOBBIES INCLUDE PROCRASTINATING FOR FINALS BY WRITING SCENES FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE HYPOTHETICAL PLOT OF NICHE CROSSOVERS WITHOUT GIVING YOU ANY CONTEXT SAVE A COUPLE OLD POSTS OF BULLET POINTS (posts here. Take this fic as the inter-seasons holiday special, basically.)


“I’m still not certain we should be doing this.“

It was a meaningless statement even before he said it. With her arm in his, with the warmth of her against his side and the tinkle of her laugh fading in the air, Percy thought he would trust Vex to lead him down any icy path through the woods, with any blindfold on or off, even if he had never known her more intimately than he knew himself. Even if they had just met, somehow, one day, and she had smiled and beckoned, he would have followed.

Exaggerated gagging noises broke into his thoughts—Vax, visiting as almost always, making Vex laugh in the cold Northern darkness. The drugs all but gone from his veins, Percy could feel him again, that knife’s edge of sarcasm prickling over devotion deep enough to fill the sea.

Two (one? three?) months of isolation was turning him poetic. It was horrifying.

“It’ll be fine,” said Vex, tugging him forward. “Turn right—”

Percy followed her instructions obediently. “I don’t know where you get the confidence that she won’t be looking, just this one night. It’s not like the holidays have stopped them before.”

“Because she’s loony, Freddie,” Vax said with overwhelming fondness.

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Adventure Time Rewatch: Introduction and History

With Adventure Time Season 8 wrapping up tomorrow night with the broadcast of “Three Buckets,” fans of the series are faced with a scary prospect: one more season before the end. The inevitability of the series eventually coming end doesn’t make things any less sad, but if the forthcoming season follows the progression of those leading up to it, it will be very special indeed. On the air for over seven years, the show is very nearly an institution at this point, and recent highlights like the Elements miniseries make it hard to remember that it wasn’t always so. Poised as we are at the beginning of the end, I decided to take this opportunity to rewatch the show in its entirety, tracing its development from lolz random!!!1 pilot to the work of art it is today. First, a bit of context is in order.

There was never a show quite like Adventure Time. The years leading up to it had seen the Western animation industry in a state of flux: after the long, depressing dark ages of low-budget, low-effort Saturday morning garbage that followed the collapse of theatrical shorts distribution in the early 60s, the animation industry began to show signs of revival in the 90s when a new wave of animators began to produce more challenging material. The Simpsons paved the way for this development, demonstrating that cartoons could capture a prime-time audience by appealing to kids and adults alike – but while The Simpsons was, essentially, an animated sitcom, these new shows looked back further still. Channeling the anarchic humor of 40s shorts by the likes of Tex Avery and Bob Clampett, shows such as Ren & Stimpy, Beavis and Butthead or even South Park presented darkly satirical takes on life, the universe and everything, reveling in a no-holds-barred, anything-goes approach that shocked and offended the prevailing sensibilities of the day. While other networks mostly treated these success stories as one-offs, Nickelodeon – previously a failing children’s channel – accelerated into prominence by following up with a number of lesser-tier but commercially successful shows, now only remembered nostalgically by people roughly my age: Hey Arnold!, CatDog, AAAHH!!! Real Monsters and the like. Nickelodeon scored an occasional hit with titles like SpongeBob SquarePants or The Fairly OddParents, but these broadly followed the same pattern: goofy, ultra-cartoony cartoons, mostly without pretensions to continuity or character development and often reliant on frankly dumb humor.

No one ever accused these shows of being sophisticated.

Cartoon Network entered the scene in 1992, broadcasting titles from the Turner back catalog, producing their first original animated series in 1994: Space Ghost Coast to Coast. Reusing recycled cells from old Hanna-Barbera cartoons, the show wasn’t exactly an artistic achievement, but its postmodern deconstruction of talk radio brought with it a sense of hipster irony that came to be reflected in much of Cartoon Network’s catalog. After a few early successes, which shared Space Ghost’s pop art sensibilities (Dexter’s Lab, and Powerpuff Girls, both created by animation luminary Genndy Tartakovsky) and a later string of not particularly challenging work (Cow and Chicken, I Am Weasel, Courage the Cowardly Dog,) Nickelodeon launched Tartakovsky’s Samurai Jack in 2001. From the time it debuted, this show was clearly something else. Previous animated TV mostly looked to back to the 1930s-50s Golden Age of Animation for inspiration, with a side of 1960s-80s alternative comix; Samurai Jack, in comparison, was at its soul a bushido revenge story, following the adventures of a wandering ronin cast adrift in a fantasy world. It was wildly imaginative, gorgeously animated, and (crucially for our purposes) marked by narrative continuity and featuring developing, maturing characters, even if the picaresque story structure allowed plenty of time to explore the show’s bizarre world.

Seriously, this show was just the coolest.

Following Samurai Jack, a change gradually crept over the TV animation industry. Nickelodeon, though continuing to produce more of the same sort of fundamentally unimaginative work that had marked its catalog from the mid-90s onward (Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius, ChalkZone, etc.) also debuted 2005’s Avatar: The Last Airbender, an epic animesque Bildungsroman, while Cartoon Network experimented with style (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends) and narrative continuity (Tartakovsky’s Star Wars: Clone Wars, which succeeded at the titanic task of making the Star Wars prequel universe compelling.) Cartoon Network’s late-night [adult swim] block, which continued in the vein of Space Ghost by specializing in hipsterish shows for teens and young adults, scored a string of cult (almost-)hits such as Aqua Teen Hunger Force, The Boondocks, Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law and The Venture Brothers.

At this point an improbably-named animator, Pendleton Ward, entered the scene. Having attended CalArts along with J.G. Quintel and Alex Hirsch (creators of Regular Show and Gravity Falls, respectively,) Ward attracted the attention of a Frederator Studios exec directly out of school, who encouraged him to produce a short for Frederator’s Random! Cartoons anthology series. The result was the Adventure Time pilot, a whacky exercise in randomness that, while falling far below the standards of worldbuilding and narrative that characterized the later show, nonetheless captured something of the Internet-meets-pop-culture Zeitgeist of the late 2000s. This approach payed dividends when the short leaked online, going viral in short order. Building on his success, Ward pitched the show to Nickelodeon, who rejected it twice, before approaching Cartoon Network. After Ward storyboarded an episode (Season 1’s “The Enchiridion!”) to demonstrate that the short’s success could be built off, Cartoon Network approved the show, which entered into production in September 2008.

The rest, as they say, is history. Eight seasons of Adventure Time have been produced to date, following Jake the Dog and Finn the Human’s adventures – beautiful, silly, scary, heartbreaking – through the world of Ooo. The show grew into Cartoon Network’s flagship property, paving the way for the latter-day TV animation renaissance we currently find ourselves in, launching careers and enabling the production of beautiful, even profound series like Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, and Rick and Morty.

Over the next few months, I’ll be tracing the show’s development, episode by episode. So c’mon, grab your friends…

We’re going to very distant lands,
With Jake the Dog and Finn the Human,
The fun will never end,
it’s…

anonymous asked:

hey, I was rewatching some of Yuna's programs today and I realized that, while david wilson's programs seemed to work pretty well for her, they didn't seem to work quite so well for yuzu (by work I mean, yeah he won a bunch of stuff but his non-wilson programs are SO much nicer). why do you think that is? also, do you think he's gonna get a coreography by wilson this coming season? i really hope he doesn't seeing as it is olympic season.

Yuzu, just reveal your FP and your chosen choreograph and stop our guessing!
(Just had to remind him to hurry up disclosing his choice)

Sorry for the longest delay (but as you see Yuzu still has to announce his FP so I’m still beating him on the question. AH), but I have lot of thoughts on this and I’ve always been too lazy to sit down and put some orders in them. Can’t promise I’ll put out everything, but I’ll try to give a coherent answer based on my opinion.

A skating program is a combined effort of choreographer, skater and his/her coaching team. Skater contribution is bigger or smaller depending on skater’s inclination (some of them want to get involved, some just refer to their coach, any skater is a different story). Skater and choreographer “affinity” is bigger or smaller depending how much they know and they “get” each other.

David Wilson is a great choreographer. He has done many great programs, on very different kinds of music. He is also a choreographer that I would put in “primadonna” category. Meaning, he knows his value, he knows he is good, he wants to put out programs that are first of all “his”. I often felt that Wilson programs speak first of all of Wilson himself and about the way he himself sees the skater.

According various choreographers who worked with him, Yuzu is a skater that “needs his moments” in a program. Needs his space and the freedom to explore it. Needs to understand and to own what he has to represent. Needs to take steps outside original choreographical structure. It’s a skater that - I’m quoting Brian’s words here - “has his own unique entries to jumps and timing in the composition, and it’s very important for him to be comfortable with the timing of the choreography. Even with his quads from steps, Yuzuru has an ideal form within him, down to the speed of that step and the angle of the curve. He really needs a choreographer who can share that “commitment to details” that is unique to such top skaters.”

How all this brought two competition programs like Notre Dame de Paris and then Romeo and Juliet 2?* (But also Notte Stellata three years later?)
My opinion is that various things came into place:

1) Notre Dame wasn’t really Yuzu’s first choice (he wanted to skate to POTO)
2) David proposed Notre Dame and built it according his idea. He didn’t knew much (if any) about Yuzu himself at that point, probably his own idea didn’t match much with Yuzu’s.
3) Communication between them couldn’t be at best, considering he just moved to Canada and his English wasn’t pafect for sure ;)
4) Technically Yuzu did a big upgrade between 2011/12 and 2012/13. He went from a FP with 1 quad and 2 3A and a 4+4 structure to a FP with 2 quads (one of them a new quad) + 2 3A and a 3+5 structure. On top of that NDP is a program much more packed than RJ1. It’s also a program that came along in a season where Yuzu struggled a lot with his stamina (moving to Canada didn’t help in the slightest with his ashtma either, in the beginning) and to make a long story short, end result has been often a program in which he was more focused about going through it till the end than performing.
5) The following year, Romeo and Juliet 2 was Yuzu’s choice, not much approved by David (ask him and he will tell for the umptenth time about the letter he received begging him to do a program on RJ). Contrary to NDP, Yuzu got the story, he knew what he wanted to portray, I don’t think David was much on same page and what came along was something that wasn’t truly “Yuzu’s”.
6) Communication improved, but I don’t think at that point affinity between them was as good and deep as required to produce great programs. Nor I’m sure that Wilson was ready to give him those spaces he needed.

End of Olympic Season, enter Shae-Lynn. Sometimes you click with someone without needing much time, sometimes you get to work with the right person at right time (Jeff excluded. Any time is the right time to work with Jeff). It’s hard to say what is the difference between the way Yuzu worked on NDP and RJ2 with Wilson and the way he worked with Shae on POTO, maybe just that he was older and more conscious of what he wanted to do and better prepared into communicating what he needed and wanted. Shae-Lynn and Yuzu didn’t work much together on POTO, Yuzu didn’t spent much time in Canada to start with in the whole year after Olympics, but what they did together convinced Yuzu to work with her again on SEIMEI and the result is for everybody to see.


Does it mean that Yuzu and Wilson are not meant to be? Notte Stellata proved that they can work together and bring out top-class programs. It may also mean that now it’s the right time for them to work again together, that they get each others better and that Wilson knows better how to integrate his own ideas with Yuzu’s own. I don’t know if that means they will work again on a competitive program. I think that Shae-Lynn still holds the upper hand there, especially this season, especially when she has been the one to choreo all his FP in this Olympic cycle, but I won’t rule out another competitive program by Wilson if Yuzu goes on after Korea. And I wouldn’t be the slightest surprised if David will choreo again his EX.


*which are still better than many other men’s programs in last few seasons anyway.

glorioussandwichwhispers  asked:

32. 32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - Hartwin. Please <3

Oh boy. This got away on me. Apologies in advance?

It’s an awkward balancing act, juggling what he’s carrying and maneuvering his arm to press his thumb to the scan pad, then to jab in the passcode before it times out while not spilling anything, but he manages, just like he does every other day.

“Morning, Harry,” Eggsy calls as he enters the room. There is the mechanical whir of the door locking behind him; almost a welcome sound nowadays, the toll for the start of his favourite part of the day. As he bustles around the room, setting down his to-go cup of coffee, the paper bag containing his bagel (with too much cream cheese, just how he likes it and he’s sure Harry would greatly disapprove of), letting the file folders he had tucked underneath his elbow drop unceremoniously to the table with a relieved sigh. “You’re looking good today. Very lively.”

There isn’t an answer–but it’s not like he expects one anymore. The first week, he had. Had talked himself hoarse in hopes it would magically cause Harry’s eyes to open, his fingers aching with cramps from holding onto the bed rail so tightly his knuckles had gone white, red indents in the palms of his hands where his nails had dug in. He realized now, looking at how serene and sedated Harry was, how absurd that thought had been–but he had kind of hoped they’d be given just one more miracle. Apparently, he had expected far too much.

“Not laughing today, hey? Yeah, I guess my jokes ain’t as funny as they used to be.” Eggsy blows out his cheeks as he drops into the chair, rubbing a hand across his mouth. “S'alright. You still listen well enough.”

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Crutchie, Cursed: Chapter 1

So, here’s the first chapter of an Ella Enchanted AU that I accidentally fell in love with. A couple people seemed interested, so here’s the start of it. Basically, what happened is I started rewatching that movie last night and kept thinking how Newsies characters could fit in here. And then I texted my roommate and she just said, “Go for it, Ostrich.” I went for it. 

Also, as a side note, I have read the book, but back when I was in elementary school or junior high, so I have no memory of it. In other words, this will mostly be based around the movie. Which, also means that there will be some movie quotes in here because some of that dialogue is just too perfect to neglect. Plus, I have changed a couple of the scenes, settings, etc. It will all make sense, trust me. Do tell me how you like it, though! Reblogs and comments will encourage me to finish the next chapter sooner!


It wasn’t as if Crutchie hated his life. No, that wouldn’t be fair to say. There were lots of aspects of his life that he absolutely loved. His godmother, Medda, for one. His best friend, Katherine, of course. The fact that he was passing all his community college classes and had even managed to be recognized in his speech and debate class—although that was probably due to all of Katherine’s help—were definite pluses. Really, everything made his life just fine, all added together.

“Hey, crip! Get down here!”

Except, no, his life was not all that great, despite the smiles he faked. Years ago, Crutchie’s father died and his mother, a rather forgetful, hapless woman, never seemed to truly understand the impact of his death on her son. Sure, she had held him close and promised that everything would be okay. Crutchie wondered if she ever meant the promise, or if it had just been something nice to say to her hurting son. Only a couple months ago, she had remarried to a small, shriveled man by the name of Wiesel. She had explained that he had the money that their family needed, and, as much as Crutchie appreciated the full cupboards and the warm, plentiful meals, he almost wished they could go back to the time when he had gone to bed hungry, but had been happy. When it was just the two of them. Or, rather, when it was the three of them, and Crutchie had never foreseen the dark storms and heavy grief ahead of him.

“Move slower, ya stupid crip, I dare you!”

Wiesel had brought his two sons along with him: Oscar and Morris. While Morris tended to be quiet and brood in the corner of the room, a small black book in hand—Crutchie suspected it to be a collection of Poe’s poems, after he heard Morris mutter something about a sepulchre by the sea—and a quick frown for Crutchie whenever he entered the room, Oscar was more vocal with his dislike towards his new stepbrother. Both stepbrothers looked remarkably similar. They had dark brown hair and sported twin sneers, especially whenever Crutchie was present.

“I’m coming,” Crutchie said, trying to force his suddenly leaden limbs to move faster.

That was the other problem. Upon his birth, a benevolent—though, Crutchie wasn’t sure he quite agreed with that terminology—fairy granted him the gift of obedience. Which meant that Crutchie was stuck obeying every small command uttered around him. It had led to all sorts of unfortunate experiences, including, but not limited to, the time he punched a bully, the time he ate a worm, and the time he couldn’t tell anyone about the mean kids that teased and bullied Katherine for her big books and owlish glasses.

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Time Upon Once, Ch.3 (3/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones for the banner!

Tagging a few people that showed interest in this story: @lk0622 @nowforruin @sambethe @xemmaloveskillianx  @l-e-x-a-xd @profoundlyfadedprincess @once-uponacaptain and @icecubelotr44   (want to be tagged? let me know and I’ll do it)

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I know… it’s been ages. But I’m back to this story now! I cannot commit to a weekly update, because writing this fic is a lot of work that involves plotting, rewatches, tweaks, backstory and a huge amount of detail that is really draining for me. So bear with me. I will commit to have an update every two weeks.
All comments and reviews of encouragement will be highly appreciated

Chapter III

The sound of knocking at the door interrupted Killian’s first cup of coffee in the morning. He went to answer, still absentmindedly holding his mug in his right hand.

Regina was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a sensible grey dress and a coat, holding a basket full of red apples. She was poised to speak, but whatever words she had died on her lips the second she got a good look at him, her eyes widening as she trailed her gaze back and forth over his body. It was then that Killian realized he hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt before opening the door, his bare chest attracting the Mayor’s attention before she lowered her gaze appreciatively to where his jeans were hanging low on his hips. Killian contemplated acknowledging her interest with a suggestive remark, but he ultimately decided against it. He had zero intention of following up on those remarks with any type of dalliance with his son’s adoptive mother. Some doors - much like his heart - were better to remain closed. He settled for a soft clear of his throat and a raised eyebrow in her direction.

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anonymous asked:

I was reading the supposed leaked spoilers, and i think it makes sense for Clake to die, i obviously don't want her to, but if they're going for the exact same conclusion again where she pulls a lever and closes the ark and a lot of people have to die or be sacrificed i think it's crucial for the storytelling that she sacrifices herself with them, because otherwise this show is the same again and again, idk how the show could survive without her though, it's gone downhill as it is

Okay, well, I wasn’t going to really write the theories I have about s4, but I'm bored this Sunday afternoon, so here is what I think COULD happen (if you read previous theory blurbs I have written…it basically is a continuation of that.) Of course, take all what I’m saying with a grain of salt and this is what I see “could happen” with some of the things i have seen and if I was writing the story and trying to salvage it. 

Also, I think the script leaks are hella misleading if you look at them closely. It says, “As she steadies herself on the desk, consciousness fading, we get our first look at her face: IT’S COVERED IN LESIONS, a mask of puss and death. We’ve seen this horrific look before: IN ABBY’s VISION. She stands there for another moment, fighting, fighting, before collapsing in a heap. Unconscious. Or worse. No sign of life. Dying on a dying planet.”  It just says that Clarke has collapsed to the ground and is dying.  However, there are six acts in television and it is possible that she is able to survive by being saved by someone that finds her in the lab. Because, like you said, I don’t see them even THINKing about getting a season 5 without Clarke. Jason has said before that this is basically Clarke’s story and unless Eliza asked to leave the show, killing her off would REALLY make zero sense. However, I had the same thought about them not killing Lexa off and they did so….yeah. But yeah I agree that Clarke’s story should end with her sacrificing herself to save her people. 

I think it might end with there being Mountain Men, Grounders, and people living in space again at the end of the season. I believe we will have people living in the bunker that is on Becca’s Island (i think it is a bunker), Nightbloods will be able to survive the increased radiation levels and will be ‘the grounders’, and then the 6-7 people we see in the leaked script will be the ones living in space and possibly they will find out that they aren’t the only ones in space. 

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anonymous asked:

Berena “You’re mine. I don’t share.” Because jealous Bernie is my guilty pleasure... ;)

Thank you for the ask anon!

I’ve been rewatching Orange is the New Black today and I’m remembering how much I love this show! But also, I saw a post about doing a Berena version of it and well, I’ve had very little on my mind since. Can you blame me? It’s hugely out of character but pfft! I can’t sleep and I’m all snotty (damn cold) and I thought well, let’s do this shit.

Prompt from this list - feel free to make an ask.

Paying Your Debts

Prison life was exactly like what you saw in the movies. Everything had a schedule and everything had a price. You wanted a pack of cigarettes? There were three ways of getting it. Pay up in cash, trade them for something they wanted, or… well, let’s just say the third option was something you could only do in the showers, away from the prying eyes of the guards.

There wasn’t a lot I needed in prison. A little hair dye, a little mascara and a little of my favourite face cream. The hair dye and the mascara were easy to come by, but the face cream? The face cream was extra. And this month, I didn’t have the extra.

“You got no cash Campbell?” I shook my head. “That’s ok, I’ll take those chocolate pastries your daughter sends you.”

The chocolate pastries were like gold in this place. I always kept one for myself and the others I kept for situations like these. “I have one left,” I said. I’d willingly give up my last one for this.

“It’s going to take a lot more than one,” Grim laughed.

“It’s all I have right now but as soon as Ellie brings a new batch I can…”

“You pay up front Campbell or you don’t get it at all,” Grim smirked. “Of course there are other ways to pay…”

Here is it was. Option three. I sighed.

“How much do you want your face cream?” Grim wiggled her eyebrows.

Face cream. That’s all this was for. In the real world, it would seem ludicrous to trade sex for such a luxury but here, in this hell hole, that face cream was a slice of what life was like outside these walls. I needed it to keep me sane.

Grim smiled knowingly. She knew my answer. “I’ll be in the showers at 5am tomorrow,” she said.

So here I was, making my way to the showers at 5am to meet the person who stood between me and my face cream. I stopped a few times on the way, stopped to question my sanity, my values. But I’d learned, just like everyone else, that things like values and morals, your sanity, were nothing when it came to survival.

At 5am the showers were quiet. Perfect for what I was about to do. Grim was already there, waiting in the end shower stall.

“Come on in while the waters warm,” she said as she pushed back the shower curtain. Grim was completely naked and I paused with my hands on the edges of my towel. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex with a woman before, in fact, from my fourth week in prison I was introduced to the pleasures of another woman’s body. I enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. I craved it. Just not with Grim. “Don’t keep me waiting Campbell.”

“Yes,” another voice said from behind us. A shiver went up my spine at the sound of her deep voice. “You don’t want to keep Grim waiting now do you?”

“There’s always room for you too Wolfe,” Grim beckoned her inside.

“What do you owe?” I could feel her eyes on me and it felt like fire on my skin.

“Ten pounds,” I glanced toward her but her eyes were now on Grim.

She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out fifteen pounds. She held it up for Grim to see. “Her debt is paid. Now get out of here.”

“Payment has doubled,” Grim smirked.

I watched Wolfe’s eyes narrow dangerously. “I’ll give you twenty, now get the fuck out of here.”

“I want what I was promised,” Grim took a step out of the shower.

I’d never been the type of woman who got off on seeing two men fight over me. I thought it was petty and immature, as if I didn’t have a mind of my own to choose one of them. But seeing two women fight over me… to see Wolfe fighting over me… it was quite a turn on.

“Campbell is willing to meet my demand,” Grim continued. “I want what’s mine.”

Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One minute Grim was leaning against the shower stall, the next minute she was pressed up, face first, against the mirrors. “She’s not yours,” Wolfe growled into Grim’s ear. “You get the original asking price for talking back,” she pushed a £10 note into Grim’s face and stepped back. She picked up Grim’s towel and threw it at her. “Get the fuck out of here.” You didn’t want to mess with Wolfe when she used that tone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Grim run that fast,” I said as I watched her run away. I turned to look at Wolfe who was slowly undressing.

“You were going to sleep with that?” She smirked. “For face cream?”

“You like my soft skin,” I teased.

“I do,” Wolfe grinned. “Now get in that shower.”

“What for?” I knew what for and she knew I knew. But teasing Bernie Wolfe was becoming something I needed in my life even more than that face cream.

“I just paid your debt,” she said as she backed me into the shower stall. “Which means your debt is now mine.” I loved it when she talked like that. “I’d like to collect what you owe.” She pulled the towel from my body.

“Then take what you want,” I grazed my lips against hers. It had been too long since we’d been able to meet, since I’d been able to feel her, to taste her. I turned my back to her and let the water run over my body. I knew she liked to see me wet…

I felt her slide up against my back, her hands circled my waist and her lips met my neck. “You’re mine. I don’t share.” Her hands slid over my body, going further and further south. “Did you hear what I said, Campbell?” She ran her tongue up my neck and I gasped. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I repeated as her hands dipped between my legs. “I belong to you.”

I have no idea what this was. Ha! But it was fun so I hope the anon who asked for this with Bernie jealous enjoyed it. Perhaps not what you imagined but I couldn’t stop myself… hope everyone else likes it too! x

Ironic

Summary: The reader is in the bunker tidying up when Castiel pops in surprising her and catching her singing along to a song that he struggles to understand.

Characters/Pairings: Pre-Castiel x Reader (they like each other but no one is talking or even really thinking about that)

Word Count: 988

Warnings: None? It’s really quite fluffy.

A/N: This is my (late) entry for @iwriteaboutdean’s 200 followers celebration!  My 90s song was “Ironic” by Alanis Morissette.  2 Cas song fics in just a few days!  Aren’t you lucky ducks?? (Or maybe not?  Maybe you don’t like Cas fics.  Or song fics.  Or my writing.  Who knows? Only you!)   I’m feeling really goofy today… sorry you had to deal with that if you made it this far into reading the A/N…


Ironic - 

You were alone in the bunker.  Sam and Dean were off having some brotherly bonding on a vampire case - a milk run, they had assured you - and you were bopping around the bunker cleaning and jamming to your 90s playlist.  The playlist had everything from Cher to Salt ‘N’ Pepa, from Britney Spears to Matchbox 20 and you loved it.  The music from the 90’s was some of your favorite but you rarely got to listen to it; “driver picks the music,” and all that.  Since Dean wasn’t home to complain and inflict his enjoyable but limited taste in music on you, you’d decided to ditch the headphones in favor of a bluetooth speaker and you were washing dishes and singing along at the top of your lungs.

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Kate watched Rick with his daughter and mother for a moment longer before walking over to them. No longer able to only witness their moment, but needing to be near them as well. Near Rick mostly, too much time spent without him these past months, and the short moment they had after she took down Mason Wood, before they realised they had to call for backup, secure Mason and help Espo and Ryan, had not been enough. And then they went straight to the precinct and she had to be the Captain for a bit longer.

But now she needed her family.

Martha looked up when she heard her footsteps approaching them, drew back from her son’s embrace and turned towards her with a thankful smile, before pulling her into her arms. Kate closed her eyes and lowered her head to the older woman’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of her that had become so familiar over these past years, the scent of home, that stayed even after she had moved and into her own place to give them more space.

“It’s over now?” Martha whispered and Kate nodded into her shoulder, before lifting her head to look her in the eyes.

“Yes it is,” she confirmed right before getting swooped into an embrace by her stepdaughter.

“Thank you,” Alexis said, “for keeping my dad safe.”

“I - anytime,” Kate answered slightly confused. She hadn’t really managed to keep him safe today. No, he had been the one keeping her safe, arriving just at the right moment, to prevent a tragedy.

“But next time, try doing it without the whole being separated part.”

Oh right, Rick had told them everything about LokSat, and they hadn’t had a chance to talk since then.

“I hope there won’t be a next time, but I will try to remember,” she answered, drawing a small laugh from Alexis.


Eventually they had all left the precinct. Martha and Alexis deciding to take Hayley out for breakfast as a thank you for keeping them company in the P.I. Office. And managing to keep them calm.

Castle and Beckett had declined the offer of joining them, both too tired to do much more than going home and getting some sleep. Enjoying the comfort of their home with only each other as company.

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the tri. plot megapost _ Chapter 1

This is the Project I’ve been working on for a while. Basically, it consists in me rewatching Chapters 1-4 and writing out every.single little plot detail that may or may not become relevant later on. It’s divided into Chapters to make it more readable. I’m doing this for Reference purposes, but I figured it may be useful for other people as well.

I may insert the ocasional note/comment, but otherwise this list will be completely objective. Feel free to add anything I may have missed.

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Jimin x Reader Soulmate AU [I Knew it was You the First Time I Looked into the Crowd] 2

1 2 (You’re Here!)

   I finally got to the library and I sat down, deciding to scroll through twitter once again. When I opened it, I saw a video had been posted by Jimin a minute ago. I opened it and I watched as Jimin got off the plane. I tried not to giggle as he said “Touchdown!” and then he turned the camera to himself.

   He raised his wrist to the screen and immediately my heart stopped. His wrist was glowing, and he had the same exact pattern I did. “Hello! You’re here!” he said. I smiled softly.

   "I’m here,“ I whispered. I immediately commented on the video those very words even though I knew they’d get lost in the sea of other comments. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.


    I woke up the next day to my favorite song, Lost, this time. It was ten in the morning and I had to get ready quickly.

   I grabbed a nice party dress from off its hanger and I put on some makeup. I actually tried to look good, for once. I mean, who wouldn’t? I was about to meet my soulmate today. And he was an idol. He’d be dressed up too, so why shouldn’t I?

   I contoured my face just slightly and i added some nice eyeshadow for a little pop, and then I got dressed. I grabbed my curling iron which I’d previously plugged in and I began to curl my hair.

   Once I was finished, I realized I’d forgotten to put on lipstick, so I grabbed my favorite shimmering one and put it on. I did a once-over in the mirror, grabbed some comfy-yet-fancy shoes, put them on, and left.

   On the drive there, I realized there was quite a bit of traffic. I was glad I reserved myself a seat near the front of the stage.

   Once I was there, I went through security and I headed down to my seat. Even though I was super early, there were a lot of people there. By the time I got to my seat it was already two. The concert started at seven. I had five hours to kill, so I just opened up my phone and started rewatching BTS Gayo.

   I saw some of the people around me were trying to tune in, so I unplugged my headphones and turned up the volume some. I got some thank-yous and such when they realized I did it for them.

   Pretty soon a small part of my section was quietly watching my phone. Around five, though, I got a notification from twitter that they’d posted. I announced it to those watching with me and they told me to open it up, so I did.

   It was yet another video from Jimin. He said something in Korean that I didn’t understand. "Does anyone know what he said?” I asked.

    “I do!” said someone behind me. “He said that he’s backstage now with the others and that he can’t wait to see us!”

    Everyone who could hear her screamed, and that included me. “Thank you!” I said to her. “What’s your name?”

    “It’s Alex. What’s your name?” she replied.

    “It’s (y/n). Nice to meet you, Alex!”

    “The same goes for you! Who do you stan?”

    “I stan Jimin. You?”

    “Namjoon. But at first I was biased for Jungkook…”

    I laughed. “Doesn’t everyone stan Jungkook at first?”

   Our conversation lasted for a long while until the Wings videos started showing on the big screens. Everyone started screaming in unision, and I saw arms raised up in the air. So I raised my arms up and then I realized that my wrist was glowing a blinding gold.

   Everyone around me had different colors - red, blue purple, white… but none of them had gold. I smiled. Jimin must really be special.

   Not long after the videos ended, I heard the opening of Blood, Sweat, and Tears and smoke filled the stage. And then I saw him.


   Jimin was onstage now, singing Blood, Sweat and Tears when he saw it. Her wrist. It was gold, just like his. He stopped the choreography immediately, but he didn’t stop singing. He raised his wrist up into the air as high as he could.

She would notice this. She had to.

   Soon, he saw her wave her arm really quickly at him. He smiled. She knew. He continued to sing the song until the very end, and then he held both hands up to signal to the techies to stop the music.

   "You’re here!“ he shouted, holding up his wrist and staring at her. He ran over to Namjoon and asked him to translate. Namjoon nodded.


    Jimin told Namjoon something, and Namjoon nodded. Jimin then yelled into the microphone, pointing at me.

    "You! Get on stage!” Namjoon translated. I smiled.

   "You got it!“ I yelled back. I began weaving my way through the crowd until I got to the edge of the stage. I couldn’t reach all the way up, but then Jimin walked up to me and grabbed my arm.

    I felt a spark shoot through me and our wrists both glowed brighter than ever. Almost a blinding gold color.

   He pulled me up on the stage with him, and then he grabbed my hand, and raised both of our hands up. He showed the world our glowing tattoos.

   I heard some cheers, some boos. I was just happy that I was here, with Jimin. But then I realized something. He wouldn’t know what I was saying.

    "Jimin,” I said, and he seemed to melt at my voice. “Can you understand me?”

   He brought my hand to his lips and stared into my eyes. “I try. Namjoon helps. I learn English, you learn Korean, it works.” I smiled and nodded.

   "Namjoon,“ I said, gesturing him over. He approached us and I waved at him. "Can you continue with the concert? And, where should I go? I’m guessing ARMY wouldn’t want to see me up here with you guys. They paid to see you,” I said, looking at my feet.

   I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Namjoon looking at me like a father would look at his child. “You can go into the wings. No pun intended.” I laughed, and nodded. I walked off the stage into the right wing, and Jimin followed me there.

   We listened as Namjoon said a little speech after apologizing for the pause in the concert. But then I felt a hand on the side of my face, and I looked into Jimin’s eyes.

    “Kiss?” he asked. I giggled at his small attempt at English.

   "Yes,“ I said, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in. He leaned in as well, and soon, I felt his lips press against mine. They were just as soft as I had imagined.

   I heard a loud whistle next to me and next to us I saw Jungkook. He was grinning at us with his cute little bunny teeth and Jimin and I broke apart quickly.

   "Aish!” Jimin said. He tackled Jungkook to the ground and began playfully hitting him. I heard him say a few words that I didn’t understand and then he yelled, “Pabo!” I giggled.

   "Jimin, don’t kill him!“ I said, patting his back. He immediately stopped and got off of Jungkook, who was now laughing really hard.

   Jimin smiled at me and quickly kissed me again, this time shoving his tongue into my mouth for a few seconds before pulling away. "Beautiful,” he said, and then he walked back onstage.

   Before he got back, I noticed his lips were shimmering a very familiar color… I whipped out my phone and noticed that my lipstick wasn’t as heavy as before, and I giggled. I approached Jungkook, who was still on the floor, and I whispered in his ear, “Jimin’s wearing my lipstick.”

   This caused him to start laughing again, and he got up and ran over to Jimin. I saw Jimin blush deeply and I joined Jungkook in his laughter.

   Not too long after that, I heard the opening of the next song come on. I grinned and sat on the ground, listening to them sing.

    I joined in on the ARMY chant, screaming out the members’ names as they sang. More than once, I caught Jimin’s gaze.

   Finally, they all sang their individual songs. During Begin, everyone except Jungkook joined me in the right wing. I shook Hoseok’s hand, and Taehyung just straight-up hugged me. Yoongi gave me a high-five, saying “Thanks,” and Jin patted my head. When Namjoon walked up to me, he thanked me for being here.

   "Jimin has been looking for you for so long, he thought he’d never find you. So I just need to thank you for existing. Thank you for actually being here. Just, thank you.“

   I smiled and hugged Namjoon. "Honestly, I know exactly how he has felt for all this time. I’m so glad I finally met him.” I let go of Namjoon, who wished me good luck, as Jimin approached me.

    “Namjoon!” Jimin called. He said something to Namjoon, which was translated to me.

    “He said to tell you we’re inviting you on tour with us,” he said, matter-of-factly.

    “Wait, really?!” My eyes widened and I got excited. “Are you serious? I mean, I dont want to intrude but YES!”  

    Namjoon laughed at my answer and relayed it to Jimin. He seriously acted out my whole reaction, leaving me near tears from laughter.

    Jimin grinned and reached out to me. He grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss, and this one got a bit deeper than last time. However, even though it did last longer, it wasn’t long enough. The next song in line was Lie. We pulled apart, both of our cheeks burning, and he ran out onstage.

    The whole time he sang I watched him from the right wing, singing along. When it got to the chorus I was full out belting it to the stage.

    I caught the other boys looking at me with smiles on their faces and I ran over and sang in their faces loudly, making them laugh. Jungkook patted me on my head before I went back to the near-stage.

    When Lie was over, it was Reflection, and Namjoon patted my back as he left. Jimin walked up to me, breathless, and I smiled at him. Then I quietly sang him the chorus of Lie, in a teasing way. He smiled.

    “Good pronounciation,” he said. “Learn Korean. Please?” He pouted. I sighed. Who wouldn’t give in to that?

    “Okay…” I said. “But only if you learn English at the same time.” I held out my hand.

    “Yes,” he said, shaking my hand.


1 2 (You’re Here!)

Hey there! It sure has been a while, huh. ww; But, hey, I kept my promise!

So, how have you guys been? I’ve been rather busy. America is cool, but this university is quite demanding sometimes. I’m not complaining, considering I came here to work and all, but I wish I had some extra time. All I want to do after I’m done with my classes and homework is be lazy, to be perfectly honest.

What have you all been up to? Since I last showed my stupid head around here, I beat Undertale (just beaten—no true endings whatsoever), Layton and the Unwound Future (SO GOOD AND SO SAD) and Portal. I have also been rewatching Inazuma with my significant other, which is awesome! Oh, and I watched the newest Tri movie. It might not be perfect, but I get so easily pumped with that.

…And I have also been working on this nightmare.

Never in your wildest dreams would you assume that these four views took well over 20 hours of work (although I’d be willing to bet it took over 30). And that’s if we don’t take into account the amount of time I spent on OLDER VERSIONS OF THIS. I have been procrastinating on Fubuki’s miximax for years because I knew it would kill me. But, luckily, I’m not dead. I just wished I was a couple tens of times during the process. I hope @miyukiko​ won’t kill me either when she sees this, considering what I’ve done to her baby.

But it’s done! The result might not be the best and the rust might not help either, but this is it! Fubuki is finally done!! And, considering I have been working on this little shit for 2-3 years, I have my fair share of ideas about him. I’ll only cover one subject today, though.

Anyway, just in case anyone has never watched Digimon (which is a sin according to 8 different major religions), Fubuki is miximaxed with Gabumon, one of the main characters from Digimon Adventure, 02 and Tri! Not my personal favourite, but fairly awesome nonetheless.

As usual, more about FubuGabu under the cut.

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