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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether. WIPs count). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favorite authors.

Tagged by @azraelgfg @lalelilolusworld @zip00198704 

1) I Hate That I LoveYou
“Hey, baby girl. Wait up,” I heard behind me.

2) Hardcore Sandor
The bullies were at it again.

3) Worse Things
“Mother…” Sansa said timidly.

4) Commandeer
Sansa sat in the passenger side of the running car, waiting for Joffrey to come back and reading a new romance novel on her phone.

5) What’s A Rooster To Do With It?
“You want to seduce the king?” Shae asked, her accent becoming thicker the more incredulous she became.

6) The Demon’s Bride
Running. She was running.

7) Dreaming of You Tonight
“Harder, ser, harder,” she squealed as their skin slapped together with each thrust.

8) Love, Love, Love
Eight. Fucking. Hours.

9) One Day I’ll Tell You
“Hey kitten,” Seth said. “Got my stash?”

10) No, YOU Wake Up
Sansa woke first, her eyes fluttering open, fighting against the bright beam of light that managed to get past a break in the blackout curtains.

11) The Shield
“Seth…” you said, wincing as he threw a container of bandages against the wall.

12) Lady In Love
“Move! I can’t see,” the younger sister snarled.

13) Locker
The door slammed closed as the warning bell rang and Eliza and her cronies walked away, cackling to themselves.

14) This Memory
Sandor lay in his bed, the feast long over and the little bird tucked safely in her cage.

15) Murder Game (WIP)
Sandor grinned at the irate blond man.

16) Neighbors (WIP)
“Oy, move your damn head, I can’t see,” Bronn complained.

17) Unchained (WIP)
Sansa sat in the waiting room with Ellaria’s assistant Olyvar.

18) The Squirrel Made Me Do It (WIP)
All she remembered was the scream and then the crash.

19) Body Damage (WIP)
Sandor stood in the lobby of the body repair shop, pissed to all seven hells.

20) Mile High Club (WIP)
“Another,” the big man a few stools down from her said to the bartender.

Man…I started this, then forgot it in my drafts… Oops… 

I don’t really see a pattern. Tell me if I’m wrong. Let’s see…tagging… Ok, I honestly don’t know who to tag since this is from a while ago. Uh… you know what, if you want to do this one, just name me as the person who tagged you.

anonymous asked:

hope u get run over

Hoping is all well and good, but ultimately, it gets you nowhere. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Get in your car and run me the fuck down instead of waiting for others to do your work for you, you coward. You lazy fool.

You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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Culture Shock: Everything You Need To Know About ‘The Lord Of The Rings’

In the 60 years since its release, J.R.R. Tolkien’s epic fantasy series ‘The Lord Of The Rings’ has captivated the imaginations of millions and evolved into a global cultural phenomenon. If you have yet to dip your toes into the series, this primer will give you everything you need to know about the books to hold your own in conversation.

Lord Of The Rings author J.R.R. Tolkien wrote the entire trilogy during one epic bath that lasted 912 days: J.R.R. Tolkien was a very grimy man who needed to take incredibly long baths to manage all his grime. One such bath, taken when he was grimier than usual, ended up lasting a full 912 days, affording him the time to write the entire LOTR trilogy. Written on waterproof paper using a specially constructed floating typewriter, J.R.R. Tolkien’s fingers became so pruney during this lengthy soak that he was forced to write the last few chapters by biting onto the bowl of his pipe and typing with the stem.

J.R.R. Tolkien was inspired to write the series after getting run over by a car driven by a man named Bilbo: While he was a young man serving in the British Army during World War I, Tolkien came up with the core ideas for the LOTR trilogy after getting run over by a big, slow truck driven by a 3-foot-tall Austrian man named Bilbo, who shouted that he was on his way to drive his truck into a volcano to end his life.

Tolkien wrote the books as a gift to his nerd-ass wife: The world has J.R.R. Tolkien’s total dork of a wife to thank for The Lord Of The Rings. Tolkien wrote the books as a gift to his dweeby spouse, who had huge glasses, scoliosis, and a recreational microscope, and whose Geek Squad-lookin’ ass was super into elves and dwarves and all that lame-ass shit. Tolkien reportedly didn’t even like any of that fantasy garbage and preferred to write about cool shit like warplanes and blowjobs.

When Tolkien died, police found his body beneath a goblin who was trying to do CPR on him: Tolkien, who died in 1973, was found unresponsive in his house in Bournemouth, U.K. beneath a frantic goblin who was standing over his body pounding Tolkien’s chest with its stubby paws and attempting mouth-to-mouth between panicked screams. Tolkien, who at that point had been dead for over 72 hours, was unresponsive, but the goblin persisted with the chest compressions until authorities forcibly removed the famed author’s corpse. Had authorities waited any longer to enter Tolkien’s property, the goblin likely would have become hungry and eaten him for sustenance.

The LOTR trilogy was adapted into a popular early-2000s film series called The Magical Adventure Buddies: Loosely adapted from Tolkien’s works, the three-part film series, helmed by director Peter Jackson, smashed box-office records with titles The Magical Adventure Buddies Score Some Radical Treasure (2001), The Magical Adventure Buddies Take New York (2002), and The Magical Adventure Buddies And The Runaway Genie (2003). The outrageous, party-hard antics of protagonist Frodo McAwesome and his ragtag gang of enchanted misfits succeeded in introducing a whole new generation to Tolkien’s works, which otherwise would’ve faded into obscurity.

anonymous asked:

Give us all the angst. Wait- no that's too much angst. Put some of that back. Please we're begging you give us some fluff. Please, my queen, have mercy.

Wellllll… I DID just graduate. I guess you can have a little fluff. Just while I’m celebrating ;)


The problem with “I love you”

     There were a lot of things Keith didn’t get about Lance. He didn’t get how one person could have so many words that seemed to bubble out of him constantly, like froth on a beer glass overflowing. He didn’t get how the guy could almost die and ten minutes later be making a joke about mice. He didn’t get why he flirted so easily and openly with people everywhere they went, alien species or no. He really didn’t get why he was so hell bent on insisting he was Keith’s rival. But the thing that drove him insane was how often Lance said “I love you.”

     Keith had a distant memory of his father, tucking him into bed late at night, giving him a kiss on forehead, and murmuring, “I love you, big guy.” There had been no “I love you”s from his foster families throughout the years. There certainly hadn’t been one from the boy with the clumsy hands who’d stuck his fat, wet tongue in Keith’s mouth in an alley behind the school when they were barely thirteen. There had not even been one from Shiro when Keith had hugged him tight before the Kerberos mission, the careful wall he’d built up across the years crumbling in the face of losing his mentor and his brother, the one person he’d learned to trust, for almost twenty months.

     He had gotten exactly three “I love you”s from Lance since Blue had hurled them through a wormhole, and it was driving him up the wall.

    The first one had come when Lance had slipped and fallen while training solo with the gladiator and nearly been sliced in half. He’d been so busy dodging away from the gladiator’s sword that he hadn’t been able to catch his breath enough to shout the command to end the training session. Keith had walked in, saw what was happening, and called out the command for him. Lance collapsed back in relief and a puddle of sweat, and said, “Oh my God, Keith, you are my savior, I love you.”

     It had gone up his spine like a jolt of electricity and left him hanging speechless in the doorway, because just two days ago, Hunk had made the first meal they’d had since coming to space that wasn’t food goo by scrounging Arusian ingredients. Lance had taken one bite, groaned in pleasure, and declared his love for Hunk to the world. So why the hell was he now saying it to Keith? To cover his confusion, he backed out of the room before Lance could sit up, and then turned tail and ran.

     He quickly realized that Lance lavished “I love you”s on anyone and everyone that made him happy. The words held no special weight to him. He never saved them or cherished them, but dropped them freely and enthusiastically – which was, in fairness, how he behaved with everything. Pidge figured out how to hook up that game she and Lance had bought at the space mall so they could play it? “Pidge, you absolute beauty, I love you.” Shiro told them his plan for attacking a Galra ship? “Shiro, you’re my hero and I love you, but we are all going to die.” Hunk fixed that odd, aggravating squeaking in Blue’s back left leg? “Hunk, you genius, you paragon of kindness, I love you.” Keith got Lance away from a weird little alien with too many arms and legs that was so excited to meet an actual Paladin of Voltron that it had literally latched onto his leg and would not let go? “Keith, thank God, I love you.”

     That second time, Keith had just gritted his teeth and hadn’t responded, but as soon as they were back to the Castle he’d made some hurried, garbled excuse and dashed away. It didn’t seem to bother any of the others, and Keith hated how it got to him. It was just that he didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do when Lance said it. Was he supposed to say it back? Did he just ignore it? Did it mean anything to him at all? Did the way Keith’s heart flapped like a hummingbird inside his chest when he heard Lance say those words matter to him? How was he supposed to know if it did?

     The third time, Keith snapped.

     “Don’t say that!”

      Lance jumped, splashing water everywhere, his head dunking briefly under, and he reemerged gasping and blinking in confusion, snorting out the water that had gone up his nose. Keith, swallowing all semblance of pride and rivalry, had muttered to Lance that they never had gotten their swim in, and he’d asked Allura how to flip the room so it would function like an Earth pool. Lance had been in the elevator in a swimsuit so fast Keith didn’t have any time to prepare or get there before him. The sight of his bare back brought back an uncomfortably visceral memory of its warmth pressed against his own. Keith choked on the regret of every decision he had ever made that had brought him to this point. They’d gotten to the pool in awkward silence, and the cool stillness of the water had drained the tension from the room. Lance had been floating on his back, looking utterly at peace, his eyes fluttering closed, when he had said it, sounding almost half asleep: “Keith, this was the best idea. I love you.”

     Now he was staring at him, dark blue eyes wide and upset, and Keith had to fight the urge to sink below the surface of the water and never come back up again.

     “What did I say?” he asked, sounding small. Shame burned Keith’s lungs like acid, but he couldn’t stand it anymore.

     “‘I love you’! You’re always goddamn saying ‘I love you.’ How the hell can you just— how can you just throw that around like it means nothing at all? What am I supposed to do when you say it?” Lance had dipped down so low in the water that only his nose, his eyes, and his forehead were still visible. “Don’t just say ‘I love you’ and act like nothing’s happened. It might not mean anything to you but it means something to me.” He snapped his mouth shut, feeling the corner of his wall crumbling, and started to scramble for the edge of the pool. Lance shot up out of the water, reached out, and caught his arm.

     “Wait, Keith, wait, please, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it… that it was that important to you.” Keith stood still, the arm Lance was holding arched behind him, water dripping off his bangs and into his eyes. He refused to turn and look at Lance. “My family says it a lot. We say it to each other all the time. It’s not a momentous occasion for us, it’s just a way of reminding each other that we really care about each other a lot. And, I mean, you guys are kind of my family too, so I just thought…” He trailed off. When he spoke again, it was so quiet Keith barely heard him over the water lapping against the sides of the pool. “I can quit saying it to you, if it upsets you.”

     Keith whipped around, sending little waves rippling out toward Lance, and returned Lance’s grip on his forearm so they were both clutching each other. His eyes locked onto Lance’s and he couldn’t disguise the fear in them. “That’s… not exactly what I want,” Keith said. They stared at each other, the little strip of water an ocean between them. “I just never know what you mean when you say it. How do I know if you’re serious?” Lance chewed the inside of his cheek, considering. He guided Keith over to the edge of the pool and pulled them up so they were sitting with their legs dangling in the water.

     “What if I just… tell you?” he asked.

     “That works,” Keith said breathlessly. They were much too close, his right arm brushing Lance’s left, their knees less than a hair’s breadth from touching.

     “When I said ‘I love you’ I meant that you’ve made my day by suggesting this trip to the pool. I meant that you’ve made me so much happier and relaxed than I’ve been in weeks and thank you so much for that. I meant that when you’re not being an ass, I actually really enjoy your company, so I’m really happy you’re here with me.” Was it Keith’s imagination, or was Lance pressing against his arm more strongly than before? “When else did I say it?” he asked.

     “That time with—” Keith cleared his throat “—that time with the gladiator.” Lance looked up, remembering, and then nodded.

     “Right. That time I meant, Keith knows what to do, thank God he’s here, thank God he’s not just going to stand there and laugh at me for getting my ass beat, thank God you really do care about me, somewhere in there.” He gave a self-deprecating smile, and paused. “Is that why you ran out of the training room after that happened?” Their knees were touching. Keith didn’t know whether he or Lance had initiated it but neither of them were moving away, despite Keith’s best instincts.

     “Yeah,” he said. He swallowed. “Sorry about that.” Lance shook his head.

     “I should have asked. Was there another time?”

     “Just one. With that alien in the mall.” Lance laughed, and Keith tried not to notice the way his laugh vibrated through him.

     “That time I meant, I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier to see that stupid mullet. I meant, I thought I was never getting out of there, and I feel like a damsel who’s been rescued by his knight in shining armor.” They were looking at each other now, their faces much too close for comfort. The whites of Lance’s eyes shimmered with the reflected light of the pool. “Can I say it again?”

     “Say…” Keith couldn’t find the breath to finish the sentence, but Lance seemed to take it as confirmation.

     “I love you, and I mean, I care about you and I’m pretty sure at this point that you care about me, and that means the world to me. And I mean, having you on this team has turned out to be incredible and we never could have gotten this far without you. And I mean, I love that stupid mullet and your stupidly beautiful eyes and… and I…” Lance faltered, starting to pull away. “Sorry, that was dumb, I’ve— I’m— Um…” Keith dropped his hand over Lance’s, and with the other, grabbed his cheek, pulled his face back close, and kissed him hard. Drops of water from Lance’s upper lip pressed onto his own skin, sending a delicious shiver down his spine as his eyes drifted closed. Lance freed his captured hand and shoved his fingers through Keith’s mullet, pushing his head down and closer, while his other hand found Keith’s thigh and squeezed. Keith brought his hand up and ran it across the warm, smooth expanse of Lance’s back, pulling his whole body closer until they were pressing into one another over their legs. Lance’s tongue slipped inside Keith’s mouth, running along the inside of his cheek.

     A shudder from the castle broke their embrace by knocking them both off the edge back into the water to rise sputtering and red in the face. Keith sank down so only his eyes were above the water, staring at Lance uncertainly. Lance grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair, and Keith felt a smile stretching his cheeks underwater. Lance reached down, grabbed his hands, and pulled him to his feet. He pressed his lips briefly to Keith’s once more. They stood for a moment, waist-deep in water, hands clasped between them, foreheads touching, both their faces hot with embarrassment and pleasure, half laughing at the absurdity of it all.

     “We’ll talk later,” Lance said finally. “Right now they probably need their expert defense drones on the bridge.” Keith gasped out a laugh, trying to think about walking down in front of everyone without saying a word about what had just happened.

     “Is talking the only thing we’ll do later?” he asked. Lance squeezed his hands so tight it was almost painful.

     “Not if it’s up to me,” he promised.

     “Then let’s go,” Keith said. He turned to climb out of the pool, but Lance kept hold of one of his hands, yanking him back. Keith looked at him.

     “Hey Keith, you don’t have to say it back anytime soon, but you should know: I love you. And if you’re still worried about how to react—” Keith didn’t let him finish, but instead kissed him fiercely and briefly. When he pulled back, Lance looked dazed. “…That option is fine by me,” he said. Keith chuckled, and then pulled Lance out.

     “Let’s go carry the team,” he said. Lance grinned at him.

     “You got it.”