slivers of life

On happy endings

Slash fandom loves them. And who could blame anyone for that, when things get so bleak irl?

It’s just…I keep seeing the same ones. Two men at home. They’re in the kitchen, barefoot and kissing in the morning. Or they’re in bed, feeding each other pastries. Or they’re having such passionate sex that the rest of the world disappears. Sometimes these aren’t even the endings; sometimes they’re the whole story.

Whose happy ending is that?

It’s not that queer people don’t love kissing our partners in the soft morning light, or rapturous sex, or a good breakfast pastry. We do. But that’s such a small sliver of a queer person’s life, and in this happy ending I keep reading it is almost always detached from the context - from the history and lived experience of persecution, fear, shame, discovery, revelation, release, grit, community, resilience, strength, pleasure, rightness, fullness - that makes that moment sweet, that makes it victorious, that makes it precious, that makes it love, that makes it happy. 

I wonder: who decided that happy endings meant being at home alone?

I wonder: after all of the fighting queer people have done to be able to live public lives, why does the go-to happy ending take us out of the public?

I wonder: who is this happy for? the characters whose romantic love is kept separate from their friends and jobs and extended families? the straight writers and readers who don’t have to think about what it means to live as a queer person? who reproduce narratives they’ve never had to question without considering whether those are the stories we should be retelling? the writers and readers who end up suggesting - implicitly, since of course they’d never say such a thing out loud - that queer love and queer happiness should only exist where other people don’t have to see it?

People often say this is in the service of queer readers and writers who want to imagine a happier future. Is this what that happiness looks like?

Consider: queer people with friends over for dinner. queer people in restaurants. queer people in queer bars. queer people at family events. queer people in the classroom. queer people giving presentations. queer people getting promotions. queer people in the park. queer people in the supermarket. queer people at the baths and the piers and the loos and the back rooms. queer people in the lab. queer people fixing cars. queer people writing books. queer people slaying dragons. queer people defusing bombs. queer people unraveling government conspiracies. queer people fighting evil. queer people doing magic. queer people experiencing love and happiness in full view of other people. 

Ask yourself: why, in these so-called happy endings, do queer people have to be hidden away? 

Ask yourself: why aren‘t we writing happy endings for queer couples that are about multifaceted, full lives in addition to sex and domesticity?

Ask yourself: can’t we come up with fuller, realer, richer happy endings? 

Listen no matter what actually happens, how much Karen is in it, or what these weird as fuck mentions about another person actually mean (edit: the latter was apparently only mentioned by one reviewer so…even less to be worried about), it’s incredibly clear to me that Frank is nearly if not already fully in love with Karen Page so that’s the most important thing to me in the end

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“so many fortunate days passed by without being noticed at all. one unfortunate one was all it took to overshadow any sliver of excitement life had to offer. wasn’t everything always just that way—a terrific tragedy.” // this is my usual set up for writing. over the summer i went to starbucks (my town really has nothing better) about four times a week for several hour long sittings and finished writing the novel i’ve been mulling over for about four years. a few weeks ago i decided to start a second one. here’s to hoping it doesn’t take four years to finish & here’s to hoping that it’s not total shit.

anonymous asked:

If you could describe Dan and Phil by a color each which color would you choose for which of them idk

dan: champagne. i feel like he’s gone on such a personal journey over the past few years, he’s really discovered who he is in the world and has accepted himself for who he is and i think it’s pretty obvious even to us as viewers that only see a small sliver of his life that’s he’s so much happier, and i feel like in the olden days i would’ve described him as charcoal, when so many thoughts were in his head and he didn’t know what to make of the world and his part in it, but gradually he’s gotten lighter and now he’s at a nice champagney shade, close to gold, i think! 

phil: grape/mulberry. the reason phil is a darker shade has always resonated with me personally because we as viewers don’t know anywhere near as much about him as we do dan. we know that he’s been through a whole lot of shit that he doesn’t talk about because he’s trying to put on a happy front for us (this is when i would associate with him the shade of heather, his on-camera persona) but the reason i’ve not said a shade like lilac or lavender is because he’s an incredibly private and guarded person, that much is obvious, and i feel like his thoughts weigh down on him so much more than he lets on and life gets a little too much every so often and he just doesn’t know how to cope with it when he’s always trying so hard to help everyone else shine. i feel like phil has lightened too over the years like dan, he’s discovered who he is through and through, but he already had so much life experience over dan before they met, so there’s not been that dramatic of a transition. he’s impossible to read, and he just screams purple to me!!

dan and phil together: sapphire. they bring out the brightest sides of one another. they resonate happy vibes when they’re together whether they’re talking or not, it’s so clear that they mean the world to one another and whatever kind of bond they have is one in a million. the reason i didn’t choose a shade like sky or arctic is because we don’t know everything about them, everything is going to be forever hazy when it comes to them together, which i feel sapphire represents really well!!

The Drowned God’s Daughter

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Reader

Masterlist 

A/N: My first Theon, yayyy!! This story was made possible by an argument had between my boyfriend and I that went a little something like this. “No there can’t be mermaids in Westeros”. “There’s literally dragons and a woman who brings people back from the dead”. “Ok, but there can’t be mermaids”. “Ok, but have you seen what the Night King can do”? Followed by silence and a winning argument.  

Prompt; Theon has finally gotten away from Ramsay, but still finds himself struggling with his true identity. While on a ship travelling to the Iron Islands, a storm hits and Theon “falls” overboard. In Westeros, mermaids are said to serve and attend those ironborn who drown in the sea. As you watch Theon slowly give up on life, you go against your duty and try to save him instead. 

Theon is nervous. More nervous than usual today. His hands won’t stop shaking and he feels like his heart is going to fall out of his ass at any second.  It’s not like going home is a scary thought; it’s the going home alone that has him on edge. With Yara gone, he is supposed to be the King of the Iron Islands but he can barely remember his own name. 

He knows Ramsay is dead, people have told him time and time again that Sansa had gotten justice for the both of them. But, Theon still finds himself looking over his shoulder every few seconds waiting for Ramsay to be there wearing a giant smile and aiming a bow and arrow at him. Sometimes the worry is so real that he actually does see the bastard standing there and it sends him into a panic. 

It’s the kind of panic that Theon realizes he will never shake. The anxious feeling only fuels his confirmation that he cannot rule these Iron Islands. Sure, the Dragon Queen and her new husband had given him an army so large no one would try to usurp him, but he shouldn’t need them, he needs to be as strong as Yara. He can’t be as arrogant as the old Theon and he cannot be as cowardly as Reek. He needs to find a balance between the two that he fears will never come. 

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Seanan McGuire’s Boneyard is a standalone read in a series of books set in the world of a roleplaying game called the Deadlands. While the world-building comes partially from the game, the characters are wholly McGuire’s own, and this creepy book about a circus is compelling and fun.

To begin, I would kill for Annie Pearl. If you want to write a badass, strong mother character, read this novel and take notes, because I would kill for Annie Pearl and her wagon of oddities—the monsters that she has adopted over the years, and that travel with her and her frail daughter Adeline as part of the circus run by Nathanial Blackstone. McGuire has a true gift for writing characters and making the reader fall in love with them. Annie Pearl is running from an abusive husband and horrid past. With the circus, she travels to The Clearing, a town that has many secrets, and many monsters. The book is well-crafted and well-paced, and is totally accessible to people who don’t know the world of Deadlands, a small sliver of the life that emerges from the Wild West role-playing game. This book has monsters, monstrous humans, a lynx you will fall in love with, a grumpy old man in the woods, a strong mother figure, fascinating creatures, and more. I highly recommend reading everything that Seanan McGuire has ever written. I’m currently working on it.

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bittersamgirlclub TOP 5 PROMPT #11: TOP 5 SAM-PRAISE MOMENTS 

Making this made me feel all warm and squishy inside, there are many other little moments I could have chosen and that makes me very happy. Sometimes it feels like Sam is so underappreciated, both in fandom and in universe, so to focus on all those moments where characters talk or feel about Sam the same way we do is just wonderful.

These are not necessarily in any order, although those first two are pretty much interchangeably in first place.

  1. Marie - Fan Fiction - I just love how with three words Marie manages to sum up so much of what we all adore about Sam, those core facets of his being that make Sam so beautiful. But what I love even more is “there’s nothing he can’t do”. There’s something so powerful about that, and it’s so true on so many levels. The way in which Sam has defied destiny and other’s expectations for him, time and again. Working his way to a full ride to Stanford. Building himself a new life, not once, but twice from the ground up. Overcoming the devil. How could anyone not believe that Sam is capable of anything after reading about that! The other thing I love about Marie is that, although she exists in universe, she gives us an out of universe perspective on Sam, in that sense I find her, and her praise of Sam to be very relatable, it feels as if I am being voiced directly through the show. Of course the fact that Sam did not hear this praise saddens me, but I think it is incredibly important that Dean did hear it, to be reminded of all those things that deep down he knows, and loves about his brother.
  2. Jess - Pilot - I think its no secret how much I adore Sam/Jess and their relationship. Of course we only get tiny slivers of their life together, these fleeting moments, but ones like this especially I think illuminate their relationship perfectly. In this scene, Jess makes absolutely sure that Sam knows how proud of him she is, bringing up his LSAT score, praising how amazing it is, making sure he knows she’s serious when she says she’s proud, that she wasn’t just kidding around, that she really means its and that she believes in him. I think Jess was painfully aware of how little, if ever, Sam had been exposed to the concept of someone being proud of him and that intentionally worked to rectify that at every available opportunity (I might have written a little ficlet about this *cough*shamelessplug*cough*). We hear in ‘Phantom Traveller’ that apparently John expressed his pride in Sam to others, but clearly withheld it from Sam himself, the fact that Jess goes out of her way to ensure that Sam knows how she feels is just SO important.
  3. Mr Wyatt - After School Special - This episode in general is just EVERYTHING to me, but this moment in particular is incredibly special and I think actually instrumental in shaping Sam. I think its quite likely given Sam’s reaction to thinking the Mr Wyatt was going to fail him, that prior to this scene Sam was actually rather apathetic about school, moving from place to place, never being able to make real connections, he probably loved learning and studying but was unable to find reasons to really care about doing well when in a few days he’d be off to the next school anyway, when he saw nothing in his future but more of what his entire life had been, death and danger and loneliness. Mr Wyatt not only praised Sam’s academic abilities, but more importantly he allowed Sam to believe that there could be something beyond his current life, that he was capable of escaping that, of building something of his own.
  4. Dean - Scarecrow - I love, love, love this moment! Firstly, I’m pretty certain that this is the first time Sam has heard the words “I’m proud of you” from anyone other than Jess, look at his reaction, he’s completely at a loss for what to do or say and just taken aback entirely. What’s also important here is what Dean is praising Sam for. Dean is saying that he’s proud of Sam for the very things that go Sam disowned and dissociated from his family, for things that Dean in the past (and sadly will again in the future) had criticised Sam for. Standing up to John and forging his own way were actions that Sam had been led to believe time after time were deep and terrible betrayals and things that he should feel ashamed of, that Dean in this moment acknowledges that they are in fact great strengths and worthy of admiration is just so incredibly important.
  5. Sarah - Clip Show - I actually think this one is a little odd, because I think what Sarah is picking up on here is Sam’s determination to finish the trails and to 'right’ all the perceived wrongs he was done, to make up for all the ways he believes he’s let Dean down, and I can’t really feel that that is a positive thing. On the other hand, Sarah a) doesn’t know the context of what she’s seeing, she’s genuinely trying to and say something good about Sam b) at this point in the season people who bolster Sam in anyway, especially to his face, are so few and far between that anything along those lines is like manna in the desert….

sunflowerchester — I finally finished it! hahah…

stardustual  asked:

“You look really cute in that sweater.” with cassian please!

Of course! It’s a little short but hopefully you like it.

Modern AU Cassian Andor +  “You look really cute in that sweater.”


Seated at the kitchen table in silence, Cassian peacefully ate his breakfast. The sun was just beginning to rise, birds were faintly chirping outside the window as he quietly chewed on his eggs and toast. Aside from having nights with you, the small window of time at the crack of dawn was the one opportunity Cassian got to find peace.

His life with the Resistance left him little to no time to think about let alone bask in anything aside from his duties. Living with you however gave him the slightest little sliver of a regular domestic life. Despite being a fighter for justice and having his work send him to far off places so often, he still had a place to finally call home. With you.

Just as he smirked at the thought of you, he suddenly heard some soft footfalls behind him. Turning to look over his shoulder he smiled as he saw you sleepily rub your eyes. To make things even better, you were wearing one of his sweaters. One he knew you particularly enjoyed him leaving behind. Especially if he had worn it a day or so earlier.

“Morning.”

You smiled at him with your eyes still half lidded, “Morning.”

As you sauntered up to his side he scooted back from the table, allowing you him the chance to pull you towards him. Gently he brought you down into his lap as content filled his chest. As small of a gesture as it was, having you close in such a short and peaceful moment as this meant the world to him. Bringing his hand to your back he smiled warmly.

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

You gave him a tired smile after pulling away, “Mmm, I personally like seeing it on you more.”

He smirked, “It looks far better on you.”

Gently you leaned in towards him again, giving him a peck on the forehead. You got up and made your way over to the kitchen to pour you and Cassian coffee, as he watched you carefully. To anyone else it was a normal morning routine, for him it was memories he would savor as he sat at work being briefed on his missions. Something else to fight for and come home to.

anonymous asked:

What about a captured klance where they're both in separate holding cells, and Lance is injured from either torture or being forced to battle, or the battle before. And Keith watches him pass out in his cell without being able to help at all

Anonymous: I like the “look at me, look at me and stay awake” hurt rp that u reblogged for klance (I can’t remember if ur a Voltron blog or not but if u are 👀 and if ur not its coo)

so this one is set in my fantasy dragon rider au, which i’ve written the first couple chapters of and don’t know how much more i’ll end up writing, but i thought this would be an interesting setup for these prompts. 


Keith didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last moved. He sat in the corner of the dim, grimy cell with his legs drawn up and his arms resting on his knees, gaze trained on a cluster of small stones embedded in the dirt. Night had fallen; he could deduce that much. The shadows had grown long across the hall, and now all he could see of them were cast by torchlight. Every time he heard footsteps, he had to resist the urge to lunge for the bars and press his face against them to see who was coming.

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Nine

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

      ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature


Slowly extracting themselves from her freshly christened sofa, Aria pulled Jeffrey towards her bedroom. He couldn’t help but smirk as she kicked clothing on the floor into her closet before shutting the door to the mess.
“Not a word.” She muttered with twitching lips.
“About what?” He asked with a grin, climbing onto her bed. 

“Good boy.” She replied, giggling as he tugged her across the mattress to straddle him. 

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For Love: Choices of the Heart

Requested by an Anon: Imagine crossover of supernatural and SOA: reader is a hunter who moved to Charming to get out and start a new with Happy. Everything was going good for reader until Sam and Dean arrives and drags her back on by having her help in a job. Reader becomes torn between the life she created with Happy and from the life she was in since she was 10.

AN: You guys are determined to pull me out of my comfort zone, and get me to wrote crossovers aren’t you? LOL! 

Happy’s arms tighten around my waist, as he pulled me on top of him. I let out a laugh. “Do you want something?”

He growled at me pulling me close to him, his mouth leaving hot kisses along my jaw line. “You, always you!”

I pushed away from him, smiling down at him. “We’re going to be late for work Lowman!”

“Then we’ll have to make it quick, and shower together!”

XXX

I walked into the office at TM, my hair still wet; Gemma looks up at me smirking. “You’re late!”

My checks flush. “Sorry, I would say it won’t happen again but…..”

She laughed, getting up hugging me. “At least you’re not lying to me!  By the way, there were two guys here looking for you earlier.”

“Did they say who they were or what they wanted?” My heart started to beat a little faster. 

“Last name was Winchester, said they stop by later. I take it they’re family?”  

I tried not to panic, that part of my life ended two years ago. I got out, they knew that. “My brothers, possibly. Thanks Gem.” I watched her leave the office, I ran my hands through my hair.

I didn’t want dragged back in, I had a semi-normal life. Happy knew nothing about that part of my life. He knew about slivers of my past life, but only the parts I wanted him to know.

I was going to be positive, and think that the boys were just out here for a visit. There was nothing sinister about their trip, it was just long lost family stopping by to say hello.

XXX

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Lilium | 3

Part 1  Part 2

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff, angst, an ounce of vague smutty stuff.
Word count: 5,670

Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.

A/N: Ahhh yes. Here is the third and final part to Lilium. If you feel so inclined to have a listen Here - this is a little playlist I have put together for part 3. I listened to these songs on repeat as I wrote it and feel as though it helped me pour my heart into this (It’s all instrumental). I’ve also played a little with my style of writing with this one, so I hope it’s not too bad. I hope you’ve all enjoyed this little series I have created, and find some sort of peace with the ending. 


Early Fall, 2019

The feeling when you first crossed the threshold, stepping out from behind closed doors and into the dimly lit room, a trail of delicate Lily petals calling you forward, was one that was ineffable.

Your father’s arm, linked gently with your own, helped steady you as you made your first amble steps toward a new future. With shaky legs but a determined heart you lifted your eyes from that one spot on the floor that seemed to ground you. At the end of your gaze stood a sight that had your stuttering heart skip not one, but two beats. He was dressed in black from head to toe, looking absolutely dashing in a tailored suit that molded perfectly with his lithe figure. He smiled so warmly, a smile that could warm you to the core in the dead of winter when you were chilled to the bone. A smile that held unspoken words of a sweet promise and bona-fide candor that were for you, and you only.

You looked radiant in a gown of gossamer that emphasized your delicacy. A veil of lace hid you away from eyes, yet he could still see the way the apples of your cheeks were stained a deeper shade. A blushing bride. His blushing bride. He could not fight the sting in his eyes, glassy irises sparkling under the light which did not go unnoticed by you. You had never seen him shed a tear, so to see them now had you letting out airy sigh of emotion.  

To your side sat your family and closest friends, each watching with tender gazes as you came to the end of your path, a chaste kiss being placed upon your cheek to which you returned, but not before wiping a stray tear from your father’s eye. Your father took a step back and you took one forward, reaching out your hands that were briefly empty before long nimble fingers laced together with your own, drawing you closer into an atmosphere of adoration that had your agitated mind calming, allowing you to become acutely aware of not only your own heart beat, but his as well. The gentle thrum in his palms danced in time with your own as the mellifluous sound of the piano eased and the clearing of a throat had you lowering from the clouds.

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Touch

Kenny Omega x (M)Reader
Warning: Fluff, super low key mentions of boners
A/N: Kenny’s bisexuality isn’t used enough in fiction and that’s a travesty. For @thehardyboyz
Tagged; @cesaros-smile @even-the-losers @elitesuperkicks @lip-sync @baroncorn @paradoxical-opheliac @msgem @vampy-android @devittslegos @wrasslin-x @trainwreqk @wwe-blog-2017 @celestialsami @livingthestrongstyle @tatyanawaka @shadow-of-wonder @kurominonsense @kelstenkiara @sietefinns @castielscamander @oraclegazes @socyd @lindseyrae20 @eliza-kitty-cat @daintymissdevitt @princess3733 @nickysmum1909 @50shadesofadamcolebaybay @raphaelvavasseur @alexahood21 @unepetitecrise @grey-acefinn @gts-widow @fightblissfight @caramara3 @rainfoxx13 @hiitsmecharlie @widow-png @racheo91 @moxtiel @blondekel77 @wrestlinghasruinedmylife @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @totorototo-ro @grappling-giraffe
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“Thank you for coming to get me.”

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a whole baseball career, is just a tiny sliver of your life.
…you better be able to find happiness without it.

<< on that mound is the only place that  f e e l s  normal >>

                                                   << i gave  m y  l i f e  for this game >>

My fear about the Minimoffs

You know I love Tommy Shepherd and Billy Kaplan, but thinking of “how they exist” is sometimes terrifying me. Like… They are obviously much older than Luna, their previous-life cousin, six year old girl when Silent Wars(2007) happened. And it shouldn’t be if they are truly the reincarnation of Thomas and William Maximoff, bc their previous incarnations were born after Luna. It means, Tommy Shepherd and Billy Kaplan were born before Thomas and William Maximoff…

What if Wanda made up Kaplans and Shepherds, and altered history and reality to fit them in?

What if Wanda altered history so her made-up children’s souls time-traveled back and born in past?

What if the dead children’s souls that made from slivers of Mephist’s life essence took over random innocent kids so Kaplans’ and Shepherds’ kids’ souls die anyway?

What if a writer decide that Wanda involuntary took Shepherd’s and Kaplan’s children’s soul then put her made-up-dead-children’s-souls in these innocent children’s dead bodies?

Maybe, it’s better not to know…