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@zennie-fic and I exchanged prompts, so here is a gift for u, friend!

In response to the prompt: What happened to my clothes?

It’s the beeping that wakes her. She’s warm and comfortable - is comfortable even the word? She feels like she doesn’t have a body to be comfortable in, it’s just her, body-less and floating in the warmth. It’d be perfect, except for that damn beeping.

Maggie opens her eyes to give it a stern talking-to, and a gray ceiling with dim lighting swims into view. She blinks at it, but it doesn’t really get any more focused or any more interesting, so she tries the rest of the room instead, raising her head to look blearily around.

Everything is kind of grim and bare and definitely not her bedroom, even though she’s in a bed, and even though that is her girlfriend asleep in a plastic chair next to her, one hand draped lightly next to Maggie’s shoulder.

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On Mrs Hudson and John’s sexuality

The ONLY good thing that came out of s4 is that we see, textually, that Mrs. Hudson knows these men than they know themselves. I wish, and will wish forever, that the monologue at the end of TFP was narrated by Mrs Hudson instead of Mary. 

In TLD we get the scene where Mrs Hudson understands Sherlock’s emotional state better than even Mycroft. She knows where to find the Miss Me DVD while Mycroft is looking all over the flat for the ‘reason’ behind Sherlock’s decline. 

TEH shows us Mrs Hudson confirming what we all suspected, while John may be bisexual, he is homoromantic. Yes, John loves to have sex with woman, yes he loves to ogle women, but a relationship? A marriage? A life partner? John wants a man, and Mrs Hudson is frankly astounded that John doesn’t understand that about himself yet. 

Rowaelin Fanfic, Modern AU, But She’s looking at You, Part 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Maeve owns the best club in the city, but when Aelin shows up demanding answers from her Aunt, she is forced into one month of working as a DJ in her Aunt’s club in exchange for information. Along the way she meets Rowan and the rest of the cadre, who are working as bartenders in the club… and Rowan is given the task of babysitting Aelin for the month.

Finally, Part 8 is here!!!! Hallelujah! I am so so so so sorry that it has taken this long (I’m blaming my stupid laptop), and thank you so much for all of the amazing messages you sweethearts have sent me <3 The next Part will be the final piece in this series, and I actually promise that you won’t have to wait to long for it ;)

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Narnia Hugs Cannon

Caspian: Caspian would hug you with one arm around your waist with his other hand buried in your hair. His hugs would always be perfectly timed. 

Susan: She would hold you with the awkward side hug. She’d let you rest your head on her shoulder after a particularly taxing day. 

Peter: Peter would hold you with the one arm over the shoulder and the other arm under your arm. With it brings a sense of comfort. (Plus it helps that he smells like cinnamon and vanilla.) 

Lucy: Lucy hugs everybody all the time and is particularly good at sensing the mood. When ever you’ve had a bad day she is always there with a hug and a blanket to snuggle in. 

Edmund: He would wrap both arms around your waist and pull you as close to him as humanly possible. He’d bury his face in the crook of your neck and just breathe. Days were usually a bit stressful for him and you were just the relief he needed. 

i’m still processing episode fourteen, but i do want to say this: 

i am so, so, impressed by kim goeun. goblin was the first (and only, so far) thing i’d seen her in, and she (as well as the rest of the cast) have been pretty consistent in terms of acting quality. gong yoo and lee dongwook’s acting was amazing in episode thirteen, and kim goeun was great in that episode as well, but with this one– damn. i am blown away. 

I never thought I’d be comparing two m/f ships and ranting about which one is better because that’s typically something str8 ppl do.

But they had Keith and Allura going on a roadtrip having conversations, and some tension after he’s revealed as galra, and then being friends again and hugging, and all that shit. And yet Shiro holding her hand for a second and telling her she needed to rest felt more romantic and natural then ALL OF THAT.

The Space Between Echoes: Chapter One

On the eve of the Battle of Yavin, Jyn and Cassian are sent to scout out a new location for Alliance headquarters. They grow closer.

But as for the mission, well… It doesn’t go quite as planned.

I’m playing fast and loose with Star Wars canon/lore with this; aiming more for the spirit rather than the word.


“It’s my right to be involved.”

She stood in the war room, leaning over the table, hands wrapped around its edge. The air buzzed with the sound of comlinks, of operators relaying instructions and confirming receipts. Half her face was bathed in the blue and green light of a nearby readout, and through its glow she perceived the rest of the space – dark edges limned with emerald.

Across from her, General Draven draped his forearms over the back of a chair. Mon Mothma stood beside him, hands linked. It was surreal, to think that the last time Jyn had been party to such a scene, she’d been a prisoner, a bargaining chip. She was in a much better position, this time around.

Not that it was making a lick of difference.

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Let’s say Lena doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl. She thinks she fell for “the girl of steel”, and they get into a relationship made by flirts and teases. In the meanwhile, she’s being friends with Kara and starts develop a crush on her. Lena feels torn between her undeniable attraction for Supergirl - the hot, badass chick who can smash things with her bare hands and fly around like gravity is just a conspiracy theory - and the warm bond that she has now with Kara - the sunny girl with glasses who can make her day with just a smile. She starts feeling unsure about what to do: pursue the damn sexy idea of a Super and a Luthor being together - believing in that kind of love of the movies -, or surrender to the most genuine, unexpectedly familiar relationship she has with Kara, that maybe is not the kind that would shake the world to its core, but could make her heart whole for the first time in her life. When she finally makes her decision and tells Kara she wants to be with her, Kara realizes that Lena loves every single thing about her, both the girl and the super, so she tells her about her secret.
Lena, who believed for so long to not to be worthy of any kind of love, has now more than anything she has ever dared to dream: a type of love that is only theirs.

i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many. 

she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation. 

but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.

as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why. 

she told me, once. 

one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders. 

then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me. 

“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?” 

and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer. 

“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.” 


Tome Kurata, the only girl in the city who gets neuralyzed thrice a week 

she manages