so this is what she has been money with since john moved out

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.

****

Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,

Scalpel”

It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

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A/N: derp (had to keep that line in there)

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As you walked alone, you came to the conclusion that John was overreacting. He just didn’t understand how things worked three hundred years later. This could have been the only explanation.

But why did he have to call you stupid?

You looked around for the store that Alexander disappeared into. You finally came across the place, seeing a crowd inside. Sighing, you walked through.

Could these men stop creating crowds wherever they went?

There was a group of book lovers sitting in the lounge area? They were gathered around the man in the middle, his hair a mess. You sat in the back, listening to Alex read the poetry.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you love Arrow? (I'm the same anon who asked why you watch Arrow. Hint : While I love your gif responses it's your words that always hit me so hard so give me some words please Matty)

Oh, anon. Since you specifically wanted words, here you go. This is something I’ve said before and I’ll say it till my dying day. 

I love Arrow. 

Because this show has given me so, so much, I’m not certain I’ll ever be able to express it completely.

Arrow came into my life at a point when I was at my lowest. I was emotionally messed up in every way conceivable, everything had fallen apart, all at once. I’d shut down in real life and was barely coping. It was one big depressive fest. And it was dark. So, so dark.

And then Arrow happened.

I know it sounds cheesy - all this light and dark thing, but for me it was true. I have no idea why, but one day I was watching the show and it just clicked.

And for me, it was beautiful.

It gave me Oliver Queen, who inspired me deep down to my bones, who gave me the strength and the courage to keep moving forward no matter how bad things seemed, to believe that they’ll always get better, making me the silver lines chaser I am today. He gave me the will to keep fighting and I will love him till my dying day. (And he introduced me to the salmon ladder. That in itself earns him my love).

It gave me Felicity Smoak, who told me it was okay to be awkward, that being a hero and being good did not need a mask, that being a person completely comfortable in their strengths and a good heart was more important. She made me realize that a girl should take pride in her hard work and just be who she is, no matter what.

It gave me John Diggle, who honestly speaks words of wisdom to Oliver and I’m nodding my head vigorously. He told me that no matter what ugly things you see and live through, you can rise above them and not be it. 

It made me believe in a love born true from the soul. It made me understand that family and friendships were made of heart and not blood. It made me believe in the strength of the spirit inside each and every one of us, no matter our circumstances. It told me that it doesn’t matter whether you’re a rich kid stranded on an island considered dead by the world; or if you were a soldier who’d lost his brother; or if you were a little girl abandoned by every man in your life; or if you were a pampered princess who finds out her entire life has been built on lies; or if you were a billionaire who’d lost his wife to street violence; or if you were a soldier in love with a woman who loved another man; or if you were a street kid with no family and nothing except this rage inside you that wouldn’t die; or if you were a normal man with money who’d lost his best friend and found him again, only to realize he was a liar and a murderer… it doesn’t matter what your circumstances are - what matters is how you respond to them. It’s your choice to become the villains of your own story, your choice to become the heroes. It’s on you if you want to drown the world in your pain or rise above it and make something beautiful of it. 

It’s always your choice. 

There could have been no greater villain than Oliver Queen had he made a choice. There could have been no force stopping Felicity Smoak from destroying the world at her fingers had she made a choice.

But they chose to be heroes, chose to rise above their pasts for a better future.

It’s so damn beautiful.

Over time, this gave me the courage to rise beyond mine slowly. To step into the fandom. I lurked around and stalked people mostly in the beginning (although it was never that creepy), and over time, one step at a time, I entered this crazy place and was just consumed by the sheer intensity of it.

I know these are fictional characters, but what they inspire in me is not fiction. It’s very, very real and living my life with these characters has made it so much richer.

Because it’s through this show that I’ve met so many beautiful people who make me smile every single day. It’s through this show that I’ve made friends I know are going to stay with me for a long time. It’s because of this that I can come back here on a bad day and leave with a huge grin on my face.

Because it’s this show and its characters who pushed me into finding the strength to put words on a screen. This show made me want to tell stories. It made me realize it was okay to share my thoughts and from being quiet, it’s made me evolve into someone confident enough in her thoughts to voice them. It has given me a tolerance for opinions and respect for choices, all the interactions with such varied people. 

I’ve grown more over the last few years writing these characters than I have in my entire life. The changes it’s brought in me are almost tangible.

It made me want to write and write and write and just keep on writing and sharing so many stories.

It’s given me passion.

It’s given me perspective.

It’s given me understanding.

It’s given me strength.

But most importantly, it’s given me hope.

Hope. So hard to find. So hard to hold on to. So hard to let go of.

This show has consistently given me so much hope, for me.

And no matter which direction it goes in, I will always, always love Arrow and its characters for giving me so, so much when I had absolutely nothing.  

I love Arrow, and I always will, for the person it’s made me so subtly over time.

Unexpected - Tommy Shelby

Request: Having tommy shelby’s baby could be something to write about, instead of him meeting grace.

Unexpected - Tommy Shelby || Squeal to Brave Soldier 

You looked up from pouring a beer for someone when you heard the doors to the Garrison open. Not many people were in today. It was hardly afternoon so the only people around were the drunks. Tommy walked in with Arthur and John, heading for the private room. Arthur had told you a few days ago that they were planning an expansion and would be holding interviews for men to join the Blinders in the coming days.  

“We’re taking London.” Had been Arthur’s explanation when he’d told you about it. You had been balancing the books for the Garrison and Arthur had been gossiping about the business with you while you worked.  

“Good luck with that.” You were unenthused by the information. You had been putting off talking to Tommy for the past few weeks and with the news of London it seemed like finding a good time to talk would be pointless.  

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X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Three


Previous chapters: one | two





ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE, HAUTE-VIENNE, FRANCE
LATE DECEMBER 1943


“Champagne?  Are you serious?”

“Come on, Frohike.  I’ll pay.  How much?”

“It’s not a question of price, my dear.”

Don’t call me what.  What is it a question of, then?”  From his perch at her dining room table, Melvin Frohike heaves an exasperated sigh.

“There’s none to be had, Dana,” he says.  "What little there was has been confiscated by German officers.  If anyone, anywhere has some left, they’re keeping it for themselves.“  He frowns at her inquisitively.  "What do you need it to trade for?  Maybe we can help.”

“I don’t need it to trade for anything, Frohike,” says Scully.  "It’s for personal use.  For New Year’s.“

"Ahhhhh, I see,” says Frohike, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.  "Entertaining a gentleman caller, are we?“

"It’s none of our business, Frohike,” says John Byers, frowning disapprovingly down at his friend.  "We can’t get champagne.  That’s all she’s asked for.“ Frohike rolls his eyes, and Byers turns to Scully.  "Is there anything else you need?  Anything you’re short on?”

“Bandages,” Scully says.  "Iodine… and antibiotics.  I need a place to get all of those things, other than the pharmacy in the village.  The pharmacist is starting to ask questions.“

"We’ll see what we can find,” says Frohike.  "Bandages shouldn’t be a problem.“

"Iodine, either,” chimes in Richard Langly, from his lookout at the window.  "Antibiotics, though… that’s a tough one.“

"They’re necessary,” counters Scully.  "Without them, I’ll only be sending refugees out of here to die before they can get where you’re taking them.  They’ll be sicker, more difficult for you to transport.  It’ll be much more dangerous.“

"Is there anyone you can send to the pharmacy in your stead?” asks Byers.

“I already send my mother sometimes,” Scully says.

“What about your contact in the German army?” asks Langly, but Scully shakes her head.

“He’s too high-ranking,” she says.  She thinks, suddenly, of Mulder.  Could she give him money and ask him to buy what she needs at the pharmacy from time to time, as a favor?  Claim she’s too busy to get there herself?

No, she’s not comfortable with lying to him outright, with using him like that.

“I’ll think of something,” she says, finally.  "In the meantime, see what you can do, all right?“

"And I’ll keep my ear to the ground for your champagne,” promises Frohike, standing, “but I can tell you right now it’s not going to happen.”  He looks apologetic.  "I wish I could tell you otherwise.“

"I appreciate you trying,” she says, as she rises to escort them back downstairs.  "Three o'clock Wednesday morning.  All three of you.  All right?“

"Got it,” says Frohike.  "Any idea what shape the next one’s going to be in?“

"No, and that’s why I need all of you,” says Scully.  "My contact only knows he’s hurt.  Nothing about the extent of his injuries.“

"So it could be a body we’re carrying out of here by the time we arrive, for all we know,” sighs Langly.

“Which is exactly why I need new ways to get those antibiotics,” says Scully.  "Now get moving.“

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táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader

anon request:   you grew up with tommy and had a really long serious relationship but left when grace came along you left him - a few years later he finds you with a job as a singer in sabinis bar in London, engaged to a son of his -tommy is determined to get you back 

“When is that boy going to marry you?”

“Oh, Polly, don’t go buying a hat. It’s been bloody years, I think if he was going to make a move he’d have long done it”

“It took him nearly ten to ask for you in the first place, this is Tommy we’re talking about. Can’t do anything but make things more difficult, that boy”

“It took him nearly ten years because we were children, Polly”

“Still”

“Thanks for listening to me rant, anyway”

You stood from her table, dropping your cup in the sink as you went.

“I better get home”

“Have you told him about London yet?”

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Breaking... Ch.12

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A/N: This chapter took way too long because I wasn’t planning for it but it’s here now so let’s go y’all! I’ll get back to the main plot next chapter I swear!

Wordcount: 3609

Warnings: Blood, slut shaming, taunting, cursing

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Breaking Trust

You felt the impact send waves through your skull, they reverberated through your brain. Bouncing off the bone. You were falling past the ground, it seemed like the ground faded from under you. Varying shades of grey were around you and sticking out like jagged stone; but as it faded out to white you felt the familiar wrapping of silk around your body. Just as you saw the end of the gleaming fabric, one of the pieces wrapped itself around your leg and dangled you above your point of exit. You stared numbly into the light, you couldn’t see anything beyond it but you could hear something faint. “Miss, I’m going to need you to step back and leave the room! The doctor needs room to work.” It was a woman, she sounded older and frustrated. “No! Please, I need to be here with her! Y/N! Please, wake up!” Another woman said, she seemed much younger than the first and her ton was frantic. Her voice was familiar. “Damn it all! She’s drifting off! Miss L/N, do not fall back asleep!” An older male voice called. You tried to fight the silk and reach out towards the voices but it was no use. The silk raised you up as you struggled and flung you the way you fell. You flew through the air, past the white, past the rocks and into the light you came from.

             Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air. You were laying on some kind of couch and you felt the warmth and light from a fire nearby.

“Well, at least you’re finally up.” A female voice said curtly. You looked around to see a woman standing by a door. Her clothes were similar to yours, only her bodice was orange and had longer sleeves. “Honestly, you’re lucky to be alive at all. If Mr. Burr had not seen your horse, you would certainly be dead.” Mr. Burr? Her voice was cold, her hair, skin and eyes all matched that tone. Icy.

“Where am I?” You asked as your frantically sat up. She chuckled at your panic.

“I shall inform Mr. Burr of your current status. Wait here.” She ordered you and walked out of the room. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember… You touched the left side of your face and winced. You felt some sort of bandage along your left temple and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel how bruised your face was. There were footsteps coming toward the door so you stood up, you still felt a bit dizzy but you quickly steady yourself. In walked in a familiar man, dark skin, wearing a deep purple and a pleasant smile.

“I see that you are awake. What was your name? Titania, was it?” He asked.

“M-Mr. Burr, sir! Um, that’s what I am called yes?” Am I lying? He nodded and sensed your confusion about the situation.

“I heard a commotion outside my door at sun rise and saw a horse with gear standing on my lawn. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Hamilton and decided I should send it back to his estate but it was acting rather strange.  It kept moving away from me whenever I approached and, although it was probably foolish for to think it, it seemed to want to show me something. Low and behold you were not even a twenty meters from my home. I brought you back and called for a doctor, you had a terrible head wound but he said that you would wake up soon. Luckily he was correct, the sun has just only begun to set.” He explained. That’s crazy! Seriously universe? Why do you have to be such a bitch to me?!

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Mr. Burr! You really saved my life! I don’t know how I can thank you enough let alone repay you for this!”

“No need for thanks, I couldn’t just leave you out to die now could I? And in terms of repayment, I shall talk with Alexander about that.” Talk with Alex…Fuck… He’s not supposed to know about what happened! And hell I’ve already caused them enough trouble, why do I have to be like this?! He’s going to have to pay money for my idiocy! Ugh! He could read your disappointment as if you were actually saying it to him.

“Is something the matter?” He asked. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no! That’s perfectly fine! It’s just… I don’t exactly like having other people pay my debts but I suppose I’ll have to just live with it.” This is going to be bad when they get back… He closed his eyes like he was thinking about something. You couldn’t read his expression at all, which was something that Alex frequently complained about him. He was elusive.

“I have a proposition for you then, Miss Titania.” What?

“A proposition?” You asked.

“My wife you see, has fallen quite ill and we are a bit short of staff. I am aware that the Hamiltons are up town for the winter. Perhaps, while they are away, you could lend your services to help around here.” He offered.

“Seriously? Thank you so much, Mr. Burr! I just really don’t want to cause any problems for Alex and I’ll work really hard to make sure my debt is paid-“ He shushed you.

“Talk less.” Wait, what? “I will take that as a yes, however there are some rules you must follow.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Things are done very differently around here than at Alexander’s. You are at the Burr estate now and you must behave as such. Based on how you have worked at the Hamilton’s I can tell that your personality is rather… loud. That will not be the case while you are with me. Talk less, smile more. That is how you shall operate. You will be expected to hold a demeanor of calm and collectiveness at all times. I will not tolerate anything less, is that clear?” You were surprised by how serious he was while speaking to you, you were actually taken aback. I suppose not everything could be as accepting as it is with them… Even with the terms being so out of character for you, you knew you had to try. So you agreed to the conditions.

             That night you were given back your horse and set out for the estate. You felt slightly uncomfortable with having to ride again after what happened but it was your only option. You were going to be a maid for the Burr’s and would have to leave at dawn every morning to get there on time for work. You got back home, led the horse back to the stables and went inside. You hastily prepared a fire to ward off the chill in your bones. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Dear Starlight,

             It already feels as though I have been away from you a century, has it truly only been a month and a half since I have seen you? I miss you, I miss our conversations, I miss your lectures, I miss your voice, your spirit, your passion. I miss it all, everything down to the way you hold a teacup as though it could fall apart in your hands. It is very quiet uptown; I do not think I like the quiet though. It feels empty and, dare I say, a bit lonely without you by my side to share your thoughts on this world we live in. Everyone else misses you as well. Father and Mother have been telling Grandfather all about you, he seems to find you quite charming. Angelica says that studying is becoming a bore without you there to give her alternative methods of remembering her work. Even Alexander, James and John seem quite withdrawn; specifically, they long for one of your fairytales. I have no idea what they are talking about but it has something to do with a fruit that can show you everything you desire? Or was it about gaining knowledge from it? It sounds fascinating, then again, everything about you intrigues me. It is surprising to think that it has not even been an entire year since our first meeting, I feel as though I have known you my entire life. Although since we are on a similar subject, I have some rather exciting news. My birthday is next week! I shall be turning sixteen, soon enough I will no longer be considered a boy but instead a young man. However, I only care about that title when it comes to you. Your wit and luminosity may suggest you consider me an equal. Yet, does that mean your heart sees me as such? I wish not to be considered a child in thine eyes, a boy who becomes as red as a blooming rose over his frivolous romanticized fantasies. I do not think the word ‘different’ quite fits how I see you, perhaps extraordinary would be a better term? You are not like any of the other maidens I have encountered; you are bold, utterly silly and stubborn in every wondrous way. You are the brightest star is the sky, the North Star. Others gaze upon you and wonder where you shall lead them, while I can only hope that you will take pity on a soul deprived of your love, a soul left completely helpless. I see your eyes and smile in the night sky, Lord knows that I have prayed. I have prayed that you will leave your celestial heaven and keep beside me. Is it not embarrassing? Even on paper I cannot articulate what I am feeling without becoming muddled. Perhaps it is best if I wait to express myself when I meet you at the end of February. Until then ma cherié, please do not forget to write. I know you must be busy as to not have the time to write but that shall not stop my own writing tendencies, your words bring me more joy than you could possibly imagine.

Sincerely yours,

P. Ham, your sunshine.

Your mind and your heart were telling you two distinctly different things by the time you finished reading Philip’s letter. Why does everything have to be so complicated?! You held your head in your hands, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been two weeks since you started to work for Aaron Burr and to say you hated it would an understatement. You’ve never felt so restricted in your entire life, it was huge reality check for you. Not everything could be all feminism and modern like it was with Alexander. Proper etiquette hangs over your head constantly, you never expected Burr to be as uptight as he is. It isn’t all bad though, Mrs. Burr is actually quite lovely. She tells you many stories of her younger days when she’s well enough to speak cohesively. Honestly, the best times were when she was awake, it always gave you the chance to take a breather from Aaron. He wants to be by her side as often as time allows, he acts like a completely different person around her. He’s happy. That doesn’t last too long though, and Sarah doesn’t help much either. Sarah was the maid that was ‘by your side’ when you awoke at the Burr estate. She’s kind of, maybe, the worst person. She frequently taunts you for the position you’re in and tries to accuse you because of your relationship with the Hamilton’s. “I know what you did, who knew a man would actually defend his whore.” When you asked her what she was trying to imply she said. “I wonder how the son reacted to learn that his whore was also his father’s. I believe I would pay to see such an encounter!” No matter how many times you try to convince her of the truth, she just shuts you down and claims that a prostitute will do anything to hide her sins. First of all, I’ll do what I damn well please with my body! Second of all, I DID NOT have an affair with Alexander! Seriously, I thought this whole situation was over! You didn’t have time to read the letter before you had to leave for work, so you took it with you. You heard footsteps from beyond the door you were behind and quickly hid the letter in your bodice. You stood up from where you were sitting at the dining room table, taking your spare cloth off of your apron and using it to wipe the table. You know, to make it seem like you were working even though there was nothing to clean yet. Sarah, cold looking as ever, came bursting in.

“Good morning, Miss Home Wrecker. I will be taking care of Lady Burr today, which means you will be in charge of everything else for the day. I suggest you be on your best behavior, or else you shall receive quite a tongue lashing from Mr. Burr… Although you probably want that!” She snorted as she left you alone to fester in your anger. Fuck you too, Sarah! Okay Y/N, calm down. It’s only for another five or so weeks. I can do this! Just put on your best smile and suck it up, buttercup! You took a deep breath and left to take your normal rounds. Things were going relatively smoothly, at least until mid-day approached.

             You heard a carriage drawing into the ‘driveway’ as you started to call it. Ugh, a visitor… Normally, you wouldn’t mind having to greet a visitor, but you haven’t had to deal with any of Burr’s guest yet. You weren’t excited. Nevertheless, you did what you were taught, you walked over to the door and smiled sweetly. You heard footsteps and you opened the door, closing your eyes to block out the brightness from the light hitting the snow outside.

“Welcome to the Burr estate! What may I do for you today?” You asked in a bubbly voice.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Oh no. Please let it be a hallucination! Please let it be a hallucination! You slowly opened your eyes and to no surprise the first thing you see is a bright color. Magenta. The whole image started to fade in, Thomas Jefferson, in all his horridness, was standing in front of you. On top of that, you had to greet him with a smile and give him hospitality. I’d rather shut the door in his face… You bit your tongue and moved out of the way for him so that he could enter. “Well, well, well, Miss Titania! I would never guess I would find you here. What brings you? I thought Hamilton was away for the winter?” He gave you a mischievous grin as you shut the door behind him.

“Simply working, nothing worthy of noting.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, but before he could retort, Burr’s voice echoed from the nearby staircase.

“Hello Thomas, forgive me but my wife is awake at the moment so I must focus on her. Miss Taylor, please make him some tea.” Can I pour the tea on him?! You nodded to the demand, you couldn’t exactly say no. You turned and began to walk towards the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be back with your tea shortly.” You lashed, obviously annoyed. He smiled, but he didn’t sit down.

“Actually, I would much rather follow you. I hate not having company and personally, I’d say you make some pretty fine company.” He raised his eyebrows up slightly. This bitch… You shot him a thin smile and turned to walk into the kitchen, rolling your eyes as he trailed behind you. You began the tea preparations, hoping that he would at least give you the pleasure of not speaking. You were not granted that pleasure.

“How have you been Miss Titania?” He asked, your back turned to him.

“Fine.” You said insipidly. You began to heat up the water and turned to find Jefferson a few feet away from you.

“That’s a rather noxious injury you’ve got there.” He pointed and traced out in the air the slight crescent shape from the stitching on your left temple. You covered it up with your hand. “May I ask how that happened?” He asked with curiosity in his brown eyes, you spoke as you walked past him to grab the tea box.

“It seems that I am no equestrian, Mr. Jefferson.” You said with dun. He clicked his tongue.

“I see.” After that, things went silent for a moment. You got out the teapot and made the tea, now all that was left was for you to set up the tray and cups, you assumed Burr would join him shortly. You set the tray down, picked out he saucers, the cream and sugar as well. You grabbed one of the tea cups with both hands, careful not to drop it and as you picked up the second one, Thomas spoke up.

“How has Philip been recently.”

Crack, shatter, puncture, warm.

             Some glass fragments from the delicate cup began to trickle from your seizing hands, the pieces digging into your palms. You whipped your head around, shock was etched into his features and it only grew deeper when he saw the burning hatred on your own.

“Don’t ever! You do not have the right to ask me about him after what you did! You made him hate me! Even if it was only for a day, it killed me! You do not deserve the grace of hearing his effulgent name, let alone say it!” You spat, you had had enough. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were tumultuous. You felt like crying, screaming, and being sick all at the same time. He doesn’t deserve to know how wonderful that family is! He almost ruined them! He threw his hands up to show peace.

“Whoa, perhaps it would be best to calm down.” He said in an oddly soothing voice. You wanted to yell, don’t tell me to calm down! But you realized something.

The cup

You opened your hands and the rest of the glass fell to the floor, there were tiny cuts on your hands and blood prickled out from the ends but that’s not what you cared about. Fuck! You crouched down onto the ground and frantically began to pick up the pieces, gathering them up in your apron cloth to hold them.

“No, no, no, no! Burr’s going to kill me!” You spoke breathlessly and then a voice you really didn’t want to hear.

“Why am I going to kill you?” Burr asked dryly. He looked down at what you were doing, his expression blank. You hated that look, it made you even more fearful than most things. The idea that he could be thinking of anything and you wouldn’t know terrified you enough as it was. But now it was directed at you. You were about to apologize, try to convince him it was an accident and that you were sorry but you were interrupted.

“I dropped my cup, you know me Burr, my senses are never quite right when I’m around a pretty lady! I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it!” Jefferson laughed. What? What’s he doing? Burr sighed and shook his head, rubbing his temples, which he commonly did when he was stressed.

“Seriously, Thomas? You can’t stop your womanizing for even a second? Well… It’s not the good china so I suppose no harm was done. I came in here to tell you that we shall head to the cabinet in a moment, I just have to get properly dressed first. It’ll only be a moment. Taylor, please clean up this mess.” He said as he turned and left the two of you alone once more. You quickly gathered up the rest of the glass and stood up, making sure it wouldn’t fall out of the sides of your apron, the edges you holding lightly between your fingers. You turned to look at Jefferson.

“Why…? Why did you cover for me?” You were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath.

“I know how Burr can be, it was honestly just better to say that I did it. Besides, I’m not a scoundrel all the time you know?” You disposed of the glass as he stepped closer to you. He was only a foot away from you by the time you noticed, he held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked calmly. You reluctantly showed him your hands, he held one in each of his and inspected them closely. “Hm, you should be alright. Clean them up, use a cloth to stop the bleeding and if anyone asks, tell them you slipped on the ice outside.” He instructed, you nodded along, still a bit confused.

“Why would you help me? Don’t you hate me or what I stand for or something?” He sighed at your question.

“Listen, I will admit that my accusations were under a false pretense, that I apologize for. I wasn’t asking you about Philip to be antagonizing, I was genuinely curious. I talked to James a while back and he told me about what you said. ‘I don’t care about my name’ All you care about is everyone else’s wellbeing. You could say it put things into perspective for me. Why would a whore care about her ‘lover’ and not have it be about money? Why would Hamilton write an entire pamphlet to protect the dignity of one mistress but incriminate the other? It doesn’t make sense, unless I’m wrong and that you truly had nothing to do with it. It was presumptuous of me, and for that I am very sorry. When it comes to Philip however, I am rather close to Angelica and we have discussed the two of you the recently. So do not worry, I get it.” He let go of your hands and gave you a soft smile, walking past you towards the exit into the dining room. “I should meet with Burr, perhaps I shall meet with you again in the future, Titania? It would be a real shame to not see your pretty face again. Au revoir, mademoiselle.” He waved goodbye to you with that same grin on his face. What just happened? Is he not an asshole 24/7? You were left to stew in your questions for a bit, but you eventually followed the directions he gave you, pushing the questions to the back of your mind. Which then made new questions form.

What am I going to do when they get back?

Little Holmes Part 3(Final) - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by twentyonekpoppilots

AN: The final part dun dun dun! It’s a bit long but it’s worth it. I also experimented with the use of gifs so it looks even longer. After this go follow me because I will be posting a lot of Moriarty and your other favourite characters. Send in a request and I will be happy to write for whatever character you want me to. 

Previous Chapters: (Part 1) (Part 2)

Overall summary: Moriarty teases Sherlock because he slept with you. Sherlock’s little sister.

In this chapter: Does Moriarty have a weakness?  (Based on ‘The Reinchenbach Fall’)

Word count: 5,670 (It’s worth it. I know it’s long, I’m sorry.)

Warnings: Bit long, heated make out scene but not much else, some violence in the end, some strong language.

“If you could break any bank, what do you care about the highest bidder?” Sherlock asked Moriarty. The two men have been in the flat a while, simply talking.

“I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. ‘Daddy loves me the best!’ Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well, you know, you’ve got John. I should get myself a live-in one.” Moriarty brought another piece of apple that he had been carving to his mouth.

“Why are you doing all of this?” Sherlock asked however Moriarty was still thinking about a flat mate.

“It’d be so funny.” He muttered. 

“You don’t want money or power. Not really. What is it all for?” 

“I want to solve the problem. Our problem; the final problem.” Moriarty lent forward, his eyes not leaving Sherlock. “It’s gonna start very soon, Sherlock, the fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination.” Moriarty then whistled a descend, followed by a crashing thundering noise once he figuratively hit the floor. He raises his head, staring up at Sherlock.

“Never liked riddles.” Sherlock rose to his feet, joined by Moriarty as he straightened his jacket.

“Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I…owe…you.” Moriarty told Sherlock. 

Sherlock looked as if he was going to say something when your voice interrupted. 

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Brave Soldier - Tommy Shelby

Request: Love love love your writing! Was wondering if you could do a peaky blinders with Tommy where your brother is in the peaky blinders and there was a big fight and he gets killed and Tommy has to come back and tell you and he is super sweet and comforting. 

Brave Soldier - Tommy Shelby

Your brother had been a Peaky Blinder long before the war started. He had been a member of Tommy’s gang when there was little to be part of. You had watched the organisation grow into a business. The war came and, in your best patriotic war effort, you helped Polly with the business while the boys were fighting in France. They came back, the three Shelby boys and your brother, all alive and physically not too damaged. Your brother went right back to work for the Shelby’s and you distanced yourself from them. There was no obvious place for you anymore.  

Despite your move to the inner city of Birmingham your brother still made an effort to keep in touch. He sent you letters every month, money enclosed to help you. The money you sent back and the letters you tucked away in a box underneath your bed. You lived with a well-to-do family, caring for their children while the mother hosted parties and the father worked. It was less exciting than Small Heath had been.  

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John Shelby x reader

Request: I loved your John shelby imagine so I was wondering if you could do one where, you and John have loads of kids together and your married to each other, then one day you found out your pregnant again and your worried John will be angry with you because use already have lots of kids together, so you book an abortion. But then don’t go to it but John finds out about getting a abortion and thinks your getting one and goes mental about it xx

Author’s note: I feel like this is sloppy and I am so sorry i just didn’t want to leave the request unfinished. I am sorry if my posting is irregular but i am in my last year of high school and the next couple of weeks are when all my assignments are due (I know I probably shouldn’t stress this much at age 17 but I am working on it) So i am so so sorry if it is sloppy or if my posting is a bit irregular but please bare with me. ANYWAY enough rambling hope you enjoy.

You had the perfect family, the perfect husband, the perfect life. You had met John when you were only 11 and he was 13. you moved down from Glasgow and moved in down the street from him. He would tease you and trip you up laughing at you when you ran home crying. But when you turned 16 things changed, you would talk about things for hours, steal kisses when no one was looking and your hands were always intertwined. You loved him then and you love him now. You were married and with your oldest daughter at 18, Bonnie. She was the perfect baby and you were all the happiest family. Then Douglas came along, a couple years after him your next son, Jamie.

With three children all under the age of 7 things could certainly be handful, but you loved your children and you loved John nevertheless. When you fell pregnant again you knew John wasn’t as excited his reaction wasn’t the same. He told you money was tight and that he would have to work more shifts to cover the cost of another child. He was stressed, you could tell because he tossed and turned at night before giving up altogether and going to the bottle to soothe his mind. You almost didn’t tell him when  you found out you were having twins, but when the day came John was by your side and looked at your newborn’s Archie and Annabella, with all the love in the world. He loved all of your children and since then the Shelby business has grown and developed. Even though John was involved in more dangerous business he was making a lot more money. He bought a house just outside small heath, a big beautiful country house. When he first took you to see it you weeped in disbelief, this couldn’t possibly be where you would live.

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The Birth of Resistance

For February’s @jilychallenge!! So this was supposed to be all grim and gritty, dystopian alt timeline sort of AU but the Maurauder interaction ran away from me so it became more comedy and witty banter in the end… OTL  Oh well…

JILY CHALLENGE | @chierafied vs @childoftimeandmagic
         Theme: Fantasy, Prompt: Robin Hood AU


Remus Lupin pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and turned to his friends, his face grim and pale in the bright torchlight.

“It’s worse than we thought,” he said, tossing a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the plush red sofa where James was sitting.

Sirius Black snorted from the arm chair in the corner, and took a generous gulp from the bottle of Firewhisky he was nursing.

He’d been doing that a lot, since Peter had betrayed them and handed Dumbledore over to Voldemort. Lily let him be; at least she had managed to talk him out of going after Peter – even if she’d had to slap him and scream he’d be no use to anyone dead or locked up in Azkaban.

James picked up the newspaper. His face contorted with anger as he read the headline.

“Muggleborn registry?” he spat.

Lily shrugged, but didn’t look up from the cauldron perched before her. “We knew it was coming,” she said, calm and matter-of-fact.

“Still, I didn’t expect him to move so quickly,” Remus said. He wiped the map clean and set it on the side table by the door.

“I guess patience isn’t one of Lord Moldyface’s virtues,” Sirius commented.

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Hamilton Modern College AU

• Hamilton, Burr, Madison, and Jefferson are majoring in Political Science, and they often get into debates during class. Or, at least Hamilton and Jefferson do. Madison always takes Jefferson’s side, Burr just picks whoever he thinks will win that day.

• Laurens is a huge Bernie Sanders supporter, and attends all the Civil Rights rallies and protests. Sometimes he’ll drag his friends along, Hamilton gets a little too into it(he starts fights).

• Hercules is pretty unsure about going to college in the big city, not after working on his family horse ranch all his life. He soon learns to cope with it though, but he still hasn’t decided his major, much to the annoyance of the guidance counselors.

• Lafayette has just moved to New York from France, and often gets confused when trying to form sentences. He once called a pony “the compressed horse”. He’s an English major, much to everyone’s concern and confusion. He’s determined though. He’s also got a thing for old style ships. Guns, and ship. Guns. Boats. Gun boats.

• Angelica is majoring in Psychology, and often ignores how she feels to help those around her, which will often put aside her own feelings. She’ll fight for her sisters tooth and nail. She joins Laurens in his outings to Civil Rights rallies, and joins in on the fights.

• Eliza is majoring in art, and gets to indulge in the cute little coffee shop AU. She’s smitten with Hamilton from the moment that she sees him, and is oblivious to her own sisters feelings. Purposely spells his name wrong on his cup, adds a cute little drawing along with it.

• Peggy is majoring in Musical Theater. She’s very passionate about what she does, and it doesn’t take much to get into character. She enjoys to listen to the drama revolving around her sisters and their friends, and often bails friends out when they get into fights at rallies. She’s the friend that makes it to Broadway in her first year out of college.

• Washington is the older brother figure that none of the boys asked for. He’s also their mother figure. He’s in his last year of college, and is a Political Science major as well. He has a thing for pot brownies, but the professors tend to look past that because of his standings. He’s one of those that got married in college, and his wife is two years older than him. She even named her cat after Hamilton, much to his distress.

• Burr is a generally quiet student, and when there’s a debate he tends to side with whoever will end up winning. He also tends to avoid properly answering questions that regard his opinion. His father is the owner of a successful company, and his mother is a professor at Harvad. He’s stressed about trying to live up to their expectations.

• Jefferson is the stoner, but not one of the bad ones. He’ll only do it when he doesn’t have something important to do. He once went to Monticello for spring break and came back married twice, no one really talks about those confusing divorces. He doesn’t care for Hamilton very much, and likes to fight against him tooth and nail. He doesn’t understand why the man is so passionate about things.

• Madison follows Jefferson around like a lost pup, they’ve been friends since they were younger, and he always backs up his long time friend. He’s another one that got married in college, but his husband goes to school with them as well, he’s a Musical Theater major. The husband doesn’t spend much time around the others.

• Maria and James Reynolds were arranged to marry since she was born, their parents are southerners, and arranged the marriage for money and business. The two learned to deal with it though. As a form of rebellion against the arranged marriage, Maria ended up sleeping around with quite a few people. James didn’t care much, but he still blackmailed those that had money.

• Charles Lee is the stoner of all stoners, even going past Jefferson and his antics. Absolutely no one likes the man, and his opinions are generally bigoted or make no sense, causing no one to actually agree with him. He’s failing a good portion of his classes. Rumor has it, he slept with a few professors too, and it was because of that, the crew learned he was a bottom.

• Hamilton and Laurens had a thing there for a while, and it’s something that everyone knows. They were accepting when it ended though, and are still friends. Though there seems to be some lingering feelings between them, and whether they are one sided on Laurens part, no one will ever no.

• There’s this quirky kid on campus named Philip, he’s a Freshman and a huge dork. There’s a huge rivalry between him and a kid named George Eacker who comes from a rich family. That money couldn’t get George out of jail for assault though. He was behind bars by the time he hit the count of seven.

• There’s a professor named George, and he tells everyone to call him Professor Frederick, but he’s a douchebag, so most call him King George mockingly. Also, the Political Science group actually worked together for once to get him fired for unfairness towards students. He was a total white supremacist.

hamilton + fantasy rpg headcanons

(like skyrim, dragon age, etc)

alexander

  • an EXTREMELY powerful mage.
    • he excels in fire magic specfically.
  • writes books upon books of magic history, magic spells, magic theory
    • and, all the while, he doesn’t actually use his magic quite that much.
    • he battles, of course, but only when he has a job to do
    • if not, hes locked up in whatever inn hes staying at, writing more books on how to properly position your fingers to get the best expulsion of flames.
  • in battle, alexander doesn’t carry a physical weapon with him, other than a dagger. he relies on his magic most. he runs head-first into battle, but as he gets weaker, he retreats into the background to recuperate, then goes back in.
  • alexander’s favoured weapon is hand-casted fire magic. 
  • besides writing and fighting, he is very interested in alchemy (mixing potion and health potions, specfically) and enchanting weaponry.
  • he wants to be a magic professor when he grows too old to fight. 

john

  • he has been a soldier since he was born (basically)
    • knows his way around all types of weaponry, but prefers two handed weapons.
    • what? its just better.
  • he is really good with positioning and blocking, knowing when to move and when not to…
  • but he always forgets people can be behind him.
  • (he has specially made armour with extra back protection)
  • sometimes gets too into it during battle, and quite often ends up just flailing around and hitting literally everyone.
    • this is why he doesnt have a higher rank; hes severely injured rather important people on his side.
  • most likely to sneak out of the camp at night and listen to the sounds of the wilderness by himself. a moment of peace amidst the chaos.
  • john’s favoured weapon is a two-handed battle axe.
  • besides fighting, john likes drawing and dancing - he is always the one to start fire-side dances and whenever they have a break on a journey, he draws something in the nature around them.

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Backseat

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 1,796
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Car sex.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Ohhhh can I request John x Reader? I like when you have him back in modern times (thanks Amara lol) and the reader and him like each other and after a rough hunt they finally confess and smut in the backseat of Baby and Dean finds out - maybe an article of clothing is left behind - and gets upset

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Day 4 DOQ Week: Bandit!Regina DOQ

A/N: I couldn’t think of anything fun for this day, so I set it in the Heroes & Villains verse because who doesn’t love Bandit!Regina?  Thanks as always to @repellomuggletum15 for the beta! 


Regina steels herself and opens the heavy door to the tavern, preparing for the worst.

This place is off the beaten road, unlikely to draw in the Queen’s guards and spies, and thus it’s become sort of a safe haven for runaways and criminals.  Regina is both these things, and cannot afford to eat and drink and warm herself at the safer, more well lit places near town.  So when she has a bit of coin, and when her clothes are soaked to the bone, she wanders in for a pint of ale and some of the warmth of the fire.

She’s one of the few women who frequent the tavern while they are off the clock.  There are working women there, bar maids and harlots alike.  But women customers?  And single ones at that?

She stands out, so she tries to avoid going to the tavern at this late hour, except when it’s necessary. And it’s necessary now, as it’s pouring down rain, and she desperately needs some shelter, and some heat.

She’s readied herself for the hoots and whistles she’s grown accustomed to every time she steps inside the rowdy bar. But this time, there’s not a single sound to be made.

She looks around, puzzled. She should be relieved, is relieved, to finally not have a captive audience watching her every movement.

“You’re not the only act in town, sister.”  The bitter dwarf scoffs at her, rolling his eyes at her as she makes her way up to the bar. And then she looks around to see exactly what that idiot had been referring to.

The eyes of the entire tavern are on the woman with the wavy blonde hair in the corner.

Regina takes a moment to admire her.

She’s wearing a dress, still, but it’s soiled and damp.  Her hair is tangled and untamed, with bits of leaves stuck in some of the strands.  It has probably been awhile since she’s had a real place to sleep.

“That’s Maleficent,” Granny says, handing Regina a pint.  “The Maleficent.  God knows how she got all the way over here.  The girl’s wanted dead or alive by Queen Aurora. Between you and her, I’m making enemies with two of the most powerful sorcerers in the land.  The queens will probably have a showdown right here and burn the place.  So thanks for that.”  The old lady frowns.  She talks a big game, but Regina knows Granny worries about her, about almost all her customers.  When she had nothing, Granny dropped her a key and told her to keep warm for the night, on the house.  She justified it of course, by saying that if Regina died, she’d lose a loyal customer. She was only investing in the girl, hoping to get many years of drinks out of her.

The next time she handed her a room key, Granny said it was because she had become an attraction of sorts at the tavern, and if Regina died she’d lose a “free show”.

So yes, the woman cares. And it shows, in the way she looks at her, with that glimmer of worry.  “You should talk to her.  Give her some tips for the bandit life.  She’s holding her own quite well here, but I’m not sure how she’s lasted this long.  She does not look well.”

Granny hands Regina a key without a word as to who it’s for or why she’s giving it to her.  She thinks she’s supposed to give it to Maleficent. But hell, it’s pouring down rain and she is cold and tired of the forest floor.  She’ll keep the room herself unless it’s taken away from her.

Regina makes her way to an open seat.  She glances at the men congregating around Maleficent and rolls her eyes.  The woman is doing well though, batting away hands, her face screwed into a glare so deadly that Regina can feel them from over here.

She’ll have to learn how to make that face, because it seems to be working.  

“She’s worse than the ice queen over here,” grimaces one of the bar’s regulars, pointing in Regina’s direction.

“I’ve always wanted to meet an ice queen,” Maleficent drawls, motioning for Regina to sit next to her.  “Come here little one, let’s be frosty together.”


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In My Veins (19/20)

Title: In My Veins
Rating: K+
Pairing: Ten/Rose, human AU
Summary: –Telepathic bond soulmate AU– Everyone kept saying kids couldn’t develop telepathic bonds, that it was completely impossible. John Smith and Rose Tyler defied the impossible.

Notes: Well I finally managed to hash out a soulmate AU enough to be happy with writing it. All the blame for this entire story goes to @lastbluetardis​, who not only encouraged it, but also allowed me to yell at her about it until I was happy enough to start writing it. Blame her entirely.

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Note: Guess I found time write after all.


Seven more months.

Rose was starting to get anxious. She knew she wasn’t always the easiest person to deal with, and sure, John was in her head all the time, but that wasn’t the same as living with her.

It’s pretty much the same as living with you, John pointed out when he picked up on those thoughts. Rose shrugged miserably.

Living with me means you have to put up with me taking too long in the shower and staring at the fridge because I can’t decide what I want to eat or if I want to eat and getting up every ten minutes because I can’t sit still—

Oh, well when you put it that way you’re right, that sounds awful, John cut Rose off dryly. Take a breath, Rose. I love you. Believe it or not I already know about a lot of your little quirks because I experience them every single day. There’s almost nothing you could at this point that would surprise me. Unless you have a secret cache of bodies somewhere that you’ve been hiding from me for almost ten years. Then we might need to talk.

Rose giggled a bit despite herself. No bodies. She paused for a moment. We’ve known each other for almost ten years. Feels like longer.

Why, because I’m so insufferable? John teased, and Rose rolled her eyes.

No, I just… I feel like you’ve always been here, you know? She couldn’t remember a time when John hadn’t been here, in her head. And she liked it that way. She liked having him here.

I like having you here too, John said, and Rose could just imagine the stupid little smile on his face as he said that. I love you.

I love you too. Rose definitely didn’t have a stupid little smile of her own as she said those words. Definitely not.

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16 Days of Outlander - Day #5 Rent

Another of my favorite episodes of the season (just like almost every other episode of the season).

Favorite Location: first camp by the loch. Give me all the landscape shots in this episode. They’re all soooooo gorgeous but the opening shot with Claire reciting poetry is perfection (I’m also really partial to the river where she and Ned have their chat about legalities but more on that later). One of the things that just makes this scene is the raucous of the men teasing and wrestling with Willie that’s just audible below Claire and Ned reciting their John Donne.

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part, Favorite Music Moment: Claire waulking wool with the village women. Since Claire spends so much of the rent collecting trip - both on screen and in the book - surrounded by the men of Castle Leoch, I loved that the show dropped in this few minutes of Claire spending time with and bonding with the women of the community. I also love that one of the songs they sing is about “mo nighean donn.” I don’t know what all the lyrics translate to but I recognize that phrase. So glad these songs were included on volume two of the show’s score. 

Favorite Line: “Only two.” While I like that in the book, Claire is able to figure exactly what Dougal is up to on the first guess, her confrontations with Ned Gowan over the particulars of Dougal’s actions and the legal arrangements - and the way Ned plays along - are one of my favorite sub-plots for the episode. His acknowledgment that she would have made a fine advocate (though we learn and he knows that she’s missed the mark, her explanation of the evidence at hand is sturdy) is more genuine than just humoring her and her own knowing retort as he walks away (that they both know something the other doesn’t creates such great balance) and then Claire’s judgmental stare as Ned rejoins Dougal…

“It’s a pity they don’t allow women to practice law.” 

“Not yet.” 

“It’ll be a few centuries before that happens.” 

“Only two.”

Favorite Performance: Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser. It’s not that his performances leading up to this one weren’t fantastic, it’s that in this episode Jamie had so much more to do that Sam was given a greater opportunity to demonstrate what he can do. Jamie has been on the outskirts of Castle Leoch trying (and failing) to keep his head down and not attract attention. On the road with the men, his protectiveness of Claire (and growing feelings for her) forces him to walk a delicate line as he fights to keep the peace between her and the other men in camp (especially Angus). He is patient and gentle with Claire but also frank and honest as he calls her on her attitude. He is also put on display in a way he hates as Dougal uses the scars on his back to raise money for the Jacobite cause. Heughan makes the most of every scene in Rent.

Honorable Mention for Music Moment, Favorite Shot: history lesson on the Jacobites. 1945 Claire’s reflection in the framed Scottish flag as Frank and Reverend Wakefield discuss the failed Jacobite rising with the music rising into a somber version of the show’s opening theme is just beautifully managed on so many levels.

Favorite Book-to-Screen Adaptation: Jamie confronts Dougal. I love that in both versions, Jamie doesn’t make a scene by calling Dougal out in front of people. Jamie has far more tact and diplomacy than that. In the screen adaptation, I love the fact that you can hear whispers of their conversation as Claire moves in to eavesdrop and watch before the camera’s focus brings the audience fully into the conversation between the two men. There are some little changes as the scene shifts (logistically and emotionally) with Dougal walking off and Claire chatting with Jamie (I rather prefer the book version where it’s Claire who suggests Jamie hit the tree to blow off steam), but the conversation they have and their blossoming connection hit all the right notes for both characters and deftly handles another meaningful chunk taken right from the book.

Favorite Costume: Claire’s fur accented coat. Claire has way more outfits and accessories than is practical for being on the road and the rough camping they do during the episode but none of that matters because all the accessories look cozy and gorgeous but none look quite so tempting as that coat. How she manages to keep the fur so fluffy and clean in the damp and muck of camping and riding, I have no idea (magic, maybe?). 

Favorite Claire and Jamie Moment: the inn. I’m counting all of this together from the moment candlestick-wielding Claire trips over Jamie outside her door to their adorable greeting downstairs the next morning. Despite the tensions from the night before after Dougal’s speech, when these two are around each other they wind up in their own safe bubble of cute. Jamie’s face the following morning as he excuses himself it just the cutest/funniest thing; he looks like a kid who got caught stealing cookies from the jar and instead of being punished was given an extra cookie and told not to tell anyone else, so pleased with himself.

Favorite Minor Character: Ned Gowan. Who doesn’t love Ned Gowan with his mutual love for adventure and the law? His yearning for the days of his youth when the Highlands were truly uncivilized, his admonition against accepting live pigs, the way he plays with Claire’s interpretation of what Dougal is up to (and keeps Dougal from giving his true purpose away), there’s just so much to love about Ned. But I think my favorite Ned scene in this episode is when Claire earnestly tries to warn him that the Jacobite cause is doomed, that history will never record the name of another Stuart king and his response, “History be damned.” Then of course as the fist fight breaks out, he is right at Claire’s side keeping safely out of the physical fight. 

Favorite Scene (and yet another honorable mention for Music Moment): Claire makes a joke. Everything about the joke Claire makes and the reaction to it is a perfect payoff for the journey she takes this episode as she truly becomes a part of this community - she’d been largely welcomed into Castle Leoch by Mrs. Fitz but without Mrs. Fitz there, it’s been a rough few weeks and the tensions got pretty high there for a while. There’s that beat before Rupert laughs and the tension breaks with all the other men admitting in their own ways the merits of her joke. And then the emotional pendulum swings once more to somber at the mention of Culloden Moor and Claire revisiting her earlier reflections on the Jacobite cause but from a place where she is so much more personally attached. The lesson from Frank and Reverend Wakefield earlier and Claire’s voice over then were more detached and clinical; in this scene the camera lingers on the faces of the men who she knows, who will likely fight that battle and it is so much more real for her at this later point of the episode (and the music once again supports the emotional weight beautifully; the Wrong Side of History track is my go to for finding the right place mentally to write angsty ficlets). 

Advanced English Vocabulary

aberration (n.) - something that differs from the norm (In 1974, Poland won the World Cup, but the success turned out to be an aberration, and Poland have not won a World Cup since).

abhor (v.) - to hate, detest (Because he always wound up getting hit in the head when he tried to play cricket, Marcin began to abhor the sport).

acquiesce (v.) - to agree without protesting (Though Mr. Pospieszny wanted to stay outside and work in his garage, when his wife told him that he had better come in to dinner, heacquiesced to her demands.)

alacrity (n.) - eagerness, speed (For some reason, Simon loved to help his girlfriend whenever he could, so when his girlfriend asked him to set the table he did so with alacrity.)

amiable (adj.) - friendly (An amiable fellow, Neil got along with just about everyone.)

appease (v.) - to calm, satisfy (When Jerry cries, his mother gives him chocolate to appeasehim.)

arcane (adj.) - obscure, secret, known only by a few (The professor is an expert in arcaneKashubian literature.)

avarice (n.) - excessive greed (The banker’s avarice led him to amass an enormous personal fortune.)

brazen (adj.) - excessively bold, brash, clear and obvious (Critics condemned the writer’s brazen attempt to plagiarise Frankow-Czerwonko’s work.)

brusque (adj.) - short, abrupt, dismissive (Simon’s brusque manner sometimes offends his colleagues.)

cajole (v.) - to urge, coax (Magda’s friends cajoled her into drinking too much.)

callous (adj.) - harsh, cold, unfeeling (The murderer’s callous lack of remorse shocked the jury.)

candor (n.) - honesty, frankness (We were surprised by the candor of the politician’s speech because she is usually rather evasive.)

chide (v.) - to voice disapproval (Hania chided Gregory for his vulgar habits and sloppy appearance.)

circumspect (adj.) - cautious (Though I promised Marta’s father I would bring her home promptly by midnight, it would have been more circumspect not to have specified a time.)

clandestine (adj.) - secret (Announcing to her boyfriend that she was going to the library, Maria actually went to meet George for a clandestine liaison.)

coerce (v.) - to make somebody do something by force or threat (The court decided that David Beckham did not have to honor the contract because he had been coerced into signing it.)

coherent (adj.) - logically consistent, intelligible (William could not figure out what Harold had seen because he was too distraught to deliver a coherent statement.)

complacency (n.) - self-satisfied ignorance of danger (Simon tried to shock his friends out of their complacency by painting a frightening picture of what might happen to them.)

confidant (n.) - a person entrusted with secrets (Shortly after we met, he became my chief confidant.)

connive (v.) - to plot, scheme (She connived to get me to give up my plans to start up a new business.)

cumulative (adj.) - increasing, building upon itself (The cumulative effect of hours spent using the World English website was a vast improvement in his vocabulary and general level of English.)

debase (v.) - to lower the quality or esteem of something (The large raise that he gave himself debased his motives for running the charity.)

decry (v.) - to criticize openly (Andrzej Lepper, the leader of the Polish Self Defence party decried the appaling state of Polish roads.)

deferential (adj.) - showing respect for another’s authority (Donata is always excessivelydeferential to any kind of authority figure.)

demure (adj.) - quiet, modest, reserved (Though everyone else at the party was dancing and going crazy, she remained demure.)

deride (v.) - to laugh at mockingly, scorn (The native speaker often derided the other teacher’s accent.)

despot (n.) - one who has total power and rules brutally (The despot issued a death sentence for anyone who disobeyed his laws.)

diligent (adj.) - showing care in doing one’s work (The diligent researcher made sure to double check her measurements.)

elated (adj.) - overjoyed, thrilled (When he found out he had won the lottery, the postman was elated.)

eloquent (adj.) - expressive, articulate, moving (The best man gave such an eloquent speech that most guests were crying.)

embezzle (v.) - to steal money by falsifying records (The accountant was fired for embezzling €10,000 of the company’s funds.)

empathy (n.) - sensitivity to another’s feelings as if they were one’s own (I feel such empathy for my dog when she’s upset so am I!)

enmity (n.) - ill will, hatred, hostility (John and Scott have clearly not forgiven each other, because the enmity between them is obvious to anyone in their presence.)

erudite (adj.) - learned (My English teacher is such an erudite scholar that he has translated some of the most difficult and abstruse Old English poetry.)

extol (v.) - to praise, revere (Kamila extolled the virtues of a vegetarian diet to her meat-loving boyfriend.)

fabricate (v.) - to make up, invent (When I arrived an hour late to class, I fabricated some excuse about my car breaking down on the way to work.)

feral (adj.) - wild, savage (That beast looks so feral that I would fear being alone with it.)

flabbergasted (adj.) - astounded (Whenever I read an Agatha Christie mystery novel, I am always flabbergasted when I learn the identity of the murderer.)

forsake (v.) - to give up, renounce (I won’t forsake my conservative principles.)

fractious (adj.) - troublesome or irritable (Although the child insisted he wasn’t tired, his fractious behaviour - especially his decision to crush his jam sandwiches all over the floor - convinced everyone present that it was time to put him to bed.)

furtive (adj.) - secretive, sly (Claudia’s placement of her drugs in her sock drawer was not asfurtive as she thought, as the sock drawer is the first place most parents look.)

gluttony (n.) - overindulgence in food or drink (Helen’s fried chicken tastes so divine, I don’t know how anyone can call gluttony a sin.)

gratuitous (adj.) - uncalled for, unwarranted (Every evening the guy at the fish and chip shop gives me a gratuitous helping of vinegar.)

haughty (adj.) - disdainfully proud (The superstar’s haughty dismissal of her co-stars will backfire on her someday.)

hypocrisy (n.) - pretending to believe what one does not (Once the politician began passing legislation that contradicted his campaign promises, his hypocrisy became apparent.)

impeccable (adj.) - exemplary, flawless (If your grades were as impeccable as your brother’s, then you too would receive a car for a graduation present.)

impertinent (adj.) - rude, insolent (Most of your comments are so impertinent that I don’t wish to dignify them with an answer.)

implacable (adj.) - incapable of being appeased or mitigated (Watch out: once you shun Grandmother’s cooking, she is totally implacable.)

impudent (adj.) - casually rude, insolent, impertinent (The impudent young woman looked her teacher up and down and told him he was hot.)

incisive (adj.) - clear, sharp, direct (The discussion wasn’t going anywhere until her incisive comment allowed everyone to see what the true issues were.)

indolent (adj.) - lazy (Why should my indolent children, who can’t even pick themselves up off the sofa to pour their own juice, be rewarded with a trip to Burger King?)

inept (adj.) - not suitable or capable, unqualified (She proved how inept she was when she forgot two orders and spilled a pint of cider in a customer’s lap.)

infamy (n.) - notoriety, extreme ill repute (The infamy of his crime will not lessen as time passes.)

inhibit (v.) - to prevent, restrain, stop (When I told you I needed the car last night, I certainly never meant to inhibit you from going out.)

innate (adj.) - inborn, native, inherent (His incredible athletic talent is innate, he never trains, lifts weights, or practices.)

insatiable (adj.) - incapable of being satisfied (My insatiable appetite for blondes was a real problem on my recent holiday in Japan!)

insular (adj.) - separated and narrow-minded; tight-knit, closed off (Because of the sensitive nature of their jobs, those who work for MI5 must remain insular and generally only spend time with each other.)

intrepid (adj.) - brave in the face of danger (After scaling a live volcano prior to its eruption, the explorer was praised for his intrepid attitude.)

inveterate (adj.) - stubbornly established by habit (I’m the first to admit that I’m an inveterate cider drinker—I drink four pints a day.)

reunited | tommy shelby

you and tommy were good friends before you moved away, you come back after the war and end up becoming the blinders nurse, eventually you and tommy talk about ur feelings for each other

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“I can’t believe you’ve actually come back.” Ada grinned as you both walked out of the train station.  

“I said I would. Just needed some time to get things sorted and get a job.” You told her.  

“Did you manage to sort something out?” She asked.  

“Yeah. It’s only a part-time job working at the clinic but it’s enough to keep me going. I’m hoping I’ll find something full-time soon.” You answered.  

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