she signed it

  • The good are never easy: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn
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So this world has followed me into my dreams, with this result…

You walk into Elsewhere University with bright eyes and eager steps, excited to start this chapter in your life. You’d heard the hushed conversations in the corners when you went to your orientation, but that didn’t concern you. In fact, it kind of excited you, because you thought you might find a better outlet for your arts here than anywhere else. You could See colors and shades that were too bright, too sharp, too vibrant, too dark, for the mortal eye. Colors not even visible to bees and art students (though you were, of course, an art student).

You think your portfolio might have scared your admissions counselor, an oddly mousy woman whose eyes never stayed in one place for very long. She stamped (never signed, no one here signed documents) her papers for her,  but whispered under her breath the whole time about “Elsewhere colors” and things of that sort. You didn’t catch everything, but the gist was clear. You always knew the colors you Saw weren’t like what everyone else described, but you had never found a way to prove it. You’d never found paints in the kinds of shades you Saw and never managed to mix them yourself, no matter how many hours you spent trying. (That was why you were minoring in chemistry - you wanted to create your own pigments, to capture all of the surreal beauty you could See that no one else could.) You did what you could to make the differences clear though - and planned to keep doing so, even though it was clear that displaying Sight was taboo here. You were lucky that you couldn’t See more than colors. Your time at the university would have been much shorter, and much less pleasant.

You followed all of the rules and traditions to a T, made sure you were never without salt or a ramen packet, kept an old iron pendant around your neck or in your pocket at all times, spoke kindly to the crows. All of the rules, except for the one about creating art incorporating Elsewhere. No matter how many times you teachers warned against it, despite that one even failed you for the semester for it, you insisted on trying to paint the colors you Saw, instead of the ones that existed in the mundane world. You made it three semesters before you really caught the Gentry’s eye.

By the end of your third semester, you had finished enough classes in your chemistry minor by doubling and tripling up on the required courses (there was no point in taking arts classes if you couldn’t paint what you wanted, you felt) to know that they would never be able to teach you to make the pigments you dreamed of. To know that chances were good that there was no Earthly way to make those colors stretch beyond your mind to your canvas. Your first mistake was bemoaning this within earshot of one of the Fair Folk. Your second mistake was in not noticing the hole in the bottom of your backpack that spilled your ramen packets like breadcrumbs behind you on your walk home, not keeping some in your pocket (complacent, you had grown complacent in your year and a half). You weren’t carrying enough iron to ward off the Creature that appeared in front of you halfway between the woods and your dorm, offering to teach you how to paint the things you Saw. Your third mistake was in letting the “Yes” fall from your lips without first asking what the cost would be and how this would be done.

The world dissolved around you into a swirl of hues, more alien than any you’d ever seen before. And they were tangible; you could reach into them, feel them, understand what made them what they were. You stayed there for what felt like ages - for all you knew, literal eons had passed in the world you left. You painted with your fingers, your eyes, your heart, and this pleased the Fair One who had taken you… For a while. Soon though, it was bored of you. From the colors came shadowy monsters, terrifying beasts that chased you back to your own world. And as you ran, desperate, in fear, the colors fell around you like rain. They leeched from your Sight until you passed back from Elsewhere, back to the mortal world. You never Saw the same again.

To this day, you are unsure if They took your colors, or if the time immersed in all that color could be simply blinded you to the simpler shades of Earth. You no longer paint; but you still create. You still Know how to make the pigments, even if you cannot see them. You long for the day you will be able to see the things made with your Colors… But you also know that day will never come.


Worshipping Aku

The High Priestess of Aku totally thinks that Aku has eight tiny reindeer and turned a cosmic scourge of a monster into Beef Jerky. She reads Aku’s fairy tales to her daughters every night to instill in them the greatness of Aku. Her daughters know every detail of Little Red Riding hood and her GREAT FLAMING EYEBROWS, and how Jack broke into the three bears’s homes to eat their porridge and steal their things.

She has purchased platinum editions of Aku’s self insert fanfic Holy Doctrine and made them required reading for her cult.

Someday she hopes Aku will sign her copy and write “To my #1 fan”.

One Hell of a Lucky Guy

Steroline (sort of?) AU future fic - prompt what if Caroline meet one of Stefan’s doppelgangers in the future. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Chapter 5

It had been about a week since the greenhouse incident and Caroline was still completely spooked, especially after her and Paul had searched the greenhouse inch by inch for any signs of a stray to no avail. Paul tried to convince her that it was probably just a strong draft and that maybe the plant had been too close to the edge of the table but Caroline knew better, she knew it was a sign that she needed to put a stop to this before it went too far.

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I know this may sounds really weird, but I’m pretty sure I got Katniss’ sexuality down.

Katniss never shows interest in anyone romantically or physically. Not even the hot hunter guy she spends the weekends with. Her disinterest is so apparent that in CF it’s stated that Katniss has earned a reputation for being “pure”.

I would’ve labeled her as being ace/aro if not for the fact that she does show signs of attraction. But only to one person

When does she first state that she “feels hunger”? With Peeta

Who does she think about when she kisses other guys? PEETA

Who does she admit love to, marry, have kids with, and then presumably spends the rest of her life with? PEETA FUCKING MELLARK

Katniss isn’t ace, pan, bi, straight, or even gay

She’s Peetasexual

Prompt: Still happens before they’re together, preferably in season 4.  From @castlefanficprompts.  Sometime between 47 Seconds and Always, because of course it is.

It’s lucky that she hears the click, really.  She’s been distracted the last little while, and annoyed with herself for it, which is a distraction in and of itself.  She shouldn’t be pining for Castle like a teenager with her first crush.  If he’s over her, well, she can get over him too.  Plenty of fish in the sea.

(She doesn’t want another fish, though.  She wants him.  Loves him.  And she can’t simply switch that off because he’s found himself a shiny new stewardess - flight attendant - whatever she is.)

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SO THIS HAPPENED OMFG ASJNJJDSF I met Rainbow Rowell with my sisters, she signed our books and then we took a pic,,, and omg she was the sweetest and the nicest 💖💖💖

anonymous asked:

Yep one of the girls at the con who isn't bias said that. He also said I love u in bell's voice but said it was for octavia. The twitter girl already said she expects blarkes to edit it for Clarke videos lmao Plus he doesn't want to sign anything ship related. I like bob but the pedestal the blarkes put him on and say he's their captain is ridiculous. Like imagine if eliza said she wouldn't sign blarke stuff, they'd drag and bitch about her. Again

I mean I knew from like the past he hated Clarke but it’s interesting to know he still hates the character. Also the “i love you was for Octavia” 🌚👀

I’m half way done with chapter eight (rough draft) of Amidst the Fall; We Bleed the Same! I’m genuinely excited to post it soon, so I thought I might release a small teaser. Because why not? (I know it’s been a while for this fic, I hope you all can forgive me)!

Tapping a finger lord Bolton leans into his chair. “About what?”

Sansa lifts a brow. “There is an interesting rumor, of your entitlement, of the past.” Sansa hums. “I am aware that you think house Bolton should reign over the North.” She searches for any sign of hesitation, ignorance, or prowess he’s kept hidden until now.

Instead Roose cocks his head, plays the fool, much to her distaste. “That is what they are, rumors my lady, I seek no power. I wish for no reign. Winterfell and the North belongs to the Starks.” It almost sounds smug, no matter how well kept he keeps himself. The loyalty that shines through it all is fake, she can hear it, brittle, snapping, an ego bursting from it’s cage. “I wish no ill will towards you or your family, I promise.”

It is strange that he responds this way. Soft, but not careful, more as if he is simply claiming what a girl her age would like to hear. Mayhaps he thinks this will please her curious, young mind. As many of the household think her young, gentle, and quite dense. As most lady’s are seen.

It must be why he replies this way, it has to be, Sansa is young and to divulge is to keep her silent. However, sadly for lord Bolton, Sansa is no young maiden. This game is her own and he is already caught within it.

He will move where she decides, he will follow where she goes, and he will do her bidding with no questions asked, and soon his death will consummate where she stands. That is his price for her brother’s head and mothers throat.

Hopefully this is a nice little sneak peak, Sansa isn’t taking shit from anybody! Also, sorry for the six(?) month wait. I know it’s taking forever, and I say six because technically we’re still at the same part before I rewrote the fic. Thank you all for your patience, I am excited to post again soon!

Okay, so I’m rewatching the Will-free moments of 4,722 Hours, and like, Jemma spent weeks next to the pond with the monster plant. WEEKS. Which, you know, is smart, since it’s the only water source that she could find. 

She says something about losing her way to the entry site, which means that she tried to find her way back to where she left her necklace, and she couldn’t find it. Basically, she’s consigned to camping out at the pond until she can figure out her next move.

And then, she goes to investigate a noise, walks what, fifty feet(?) away from her campsite, and literally falls into Will’s cave place thing.

I mean, it makes sense that Will would stay near a water source. But he was right next door to a human woman for WEEKS, and didn’t give her any sign that she was there. Did he not need water at all that whole time?

AND THEN, according to the deleted scenes, when he does actually meet her and learns her story, he hands her the necklace that she left behind. Just hands it right over.

So did Will know she was there the whole time? Did he assume that she was Hive? I mean, he would have seen a young woman sitting next to a fire, talking to herself. That’s not a thing that scary sand monsters do. They certainly don’t keep it up for days and weeks and months.

And it seems to me that at one point, Will must have tried to figure out where she came from, right? Or maybe he just stumbled upon a necklace by accident? At the bottom of an arrow made of rocks? An arrow that was clearly made by a human and points in the general direction of the pond? 


I mean, I love Jemma for 85% of that episode. I loved her most of all in the pre-Will parts where she survives on her own. I also love her when she tries to find her way home despite Will the Downer. But we all know nothing this episode doesn’t match up with the rest of season 3 (Hive and the sand monster act completely differently; Will is apparently a completely different person with a different background; Jemma’s reactions don’t line up with her experiences). But, I mean, it doesn’t even make sense internally. 

They got such praise for this episode, and there is some justification for that because Elizabeth’s performance was fantastic, and we did get a lot of great character moments. But between the character-assassination of an ending, the way that the episode fits into the season, and the way the episode fits together as a whole, you really have to wonder what the heck everyone in the writing room was thinking.

anonymous asked:

Sm can't push amber if she's not profitable. They gave her multiple attempts at a solo career but she just doesn't show the results that they want. They're a business not a charity that can just give handouts.

Something obvious. Music industry is dirty business after all. The problem is that she signs a contract of almost ten years and, yet, doesn’t guarantee her a opportunity to work and if she tries to leave, the chance of her being sued is high. So, what values more: her human rights as a worker or the company’s profit? That’s concerning.

[A Shadows Pain]

After she had arrived she would appear from the shadows keeping right by Demill, her eyes dead set on leah, reading her sign as she was confused about this, all of this, though as she would watch on, seeing the captain, hearing him, seeing him summon a fire to heat up the iron in his hand, stepping forward with her hand on the hilts demill quickly gripped her wrist.

“I don’t like…”

Muttering this to demill as he kept his metallic grip on her wrist, though just as the iron was heated, seeing his eyes look to leah she gasped, though demill had pulled her in and rested his head against her nuzzling, just in time too, as she relaxed for a moment though as soon as the heated iron had hit leah’s flesh she wanted to rip out of his arms, the screams alone haunted her, she would then ideally tap the hilts, wide eyed and tensed harshly, this brought back bad memories.

She would keep her eyes dead set on the iron as it was slowly taken from leahs chest, this seemed like forever in her eyes, it would put a bad taste in her mouth, about the whole thing, though thankfully the worgen had a good grip, his metallic arms would indeed keep her still, she would give in for a bit, and when it was all over she would have so many questions, and when she would be alone, she would need to think about this, all of this, as her mind was soon settled with an answer from Oriel, though she still would not like this, at all, not one bit, though Demill had quickly thought on things, in order to distract her they would go and make cookies, as they wandered to the kitchen, Oriel would have wondered off to go and get a friend to help them bake, she was somewhat okay, though hiding her true pain, and would just cling to demills back, feeling safe.

“If anything happens, I’ll protect you, promise. Now come on let’s make some cookies, ey?”

The soothing words would help, knowing her best friend would indeed keep her safe, just as she would him, though she would look to the door again, feeling like she failed to protect leah, even knowing if she deserved the punishment for her lie’s shade’s heart was broken, it hurt her so much.


anonymous asked:

with all of this attention maybe another company want to offer amber to join them now do you think she can accept or does she have to end her contract ?

Her contract would have to be up with SM before she signed with anyone else. I definitely don’t want her trying to get out of it any sooner though because that would involve a lawsuit and that’s just not a good idea. She’s better off waiting out her contract which I suspect is up soon-ish but that’s just me theorizing based on her making these posts and voicing her dissatisfaction with sm so publicly

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.