there was something pulling that night, tugging at magnus the minute they caught each other’s eyes. there was something burning underneath the pulse of the club. it echoed between shifting bodies and it tasted like oh hello, you’re new. who are you?
sanvers high school au where alex has a big gay crush on maggie and starts an anonymous instagram poetry account where she writes cheesy sapphic poetry
and then it BLOWS UP and the whole school is following it and speculating who the author is because it gets really fucking romantic and all these girls are swooning and alex swears to never come clean because it’s embarrassing af
and people start trying to compare everyone’s handwriting to this account’s but alex manages to get away with it because she’s one of those people who can write in like 7 different fonts of handwriting
but duh maggie knows it’s alex because they’ve had english together since freshman year and she always sees the little poems alex doodles in the margins but she doesn’t know it’s meant for her but she’s had a crush on alex for AGES
so she starts quoting alex to alex in all of their conversations and alex starts bugging out and realises that maggie knows but she’s still too nervous to make the first move
so she writes a poem that’s explicitly about maggie (idk dimples and short or some other shit) and maggie pulls her behind the bleachers and kisses her and alex was like ‘they were all about you, you know’
On February 1st John wakes up to find that Sherlock’s half of the bed is empty, and on his pillow is a single lavender rose. He smiles softly, picks it up, and presses his nose into the petals.
The following day John finds two of the same flower, their stems cut quite short, waiting for him in his favorite mug when he goes to make tea. He doesn’t ask Sherlock about it yet, and Sherlock acts as if nothing is different.
On February 3rd there are three lavender roses waiting for John. One is resting in his left shoe; another is tucked inside his jacket pocket; the third he finds on the doorknob when he’s on his way out. He puts them on his desk at work and thinks about texting Sherlock for an explanation. But he doesn’t. Not yet.
Four roses find their way onto the mantlepiece.
Five are found nestled in John’s chair late in the evening on February 5th.
Six are discovered the following morning, wrapped neatly together with ribbon, in the refrigerator. Still, neither of them say a word.
It isn’t until the 7th of February–when John finds seven lavender roses, cut from their stems, floating in a bowl of water on the kitchen table–that John’s curiosity gets the better of him. He’s not much for computers, but he knows how to use google at least. The results make his head feel light.
Eight roses decorate the sitting room in various spots.
Nine are placed into various beakers and tubes.
Ten litter the surface of the sofa all day on February 10th. They avoid sitting there all day, but neither of them mentions it.
On February 11th there are eleven roses lining the doorframe of Baker Street.
The 12th brings a bouquet to John’s office where he switches them out for the three that have begun to wilt but that he was unwilling to remove.
Thirteen roses hang from the ceiling of their bedroom the following day. John isn’t quite sure how Sherlock managed that without waking him, but he lays there for almost half an hour, just watching them sway back and forth.
John comes home from work on the 14th of February and finds lavender rose petals scattered up and down the seventeen steps of 221B. If he had to guess he would say there were enough petals for fourteen roses. His chest constricts, and he takes the steps slowly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
He expects to find Sherlock waiting for him, but when he reaches the top he finds the door to the sitting room closed, a note taped to it. Sherlock’s untidy scrawl reads, You know where to find me.
And John does. He’s back down the stairs and out the door in seconds, and for once it seems he’s got Sherlock’s luck on his side as a taxi rolls to a stop when he flings out his hand.
The lab at St. Bart’s hasn’t changed much since the day they met, and it’s a bit like walking into the past when John pushes the door open to find Sherlock waiting for him in the same exact spot he had been when John had first seen him. Only this time John isn’t limping. And this time Sherlock is holding a single lavender rose instead of a pipette, and his gaze is soft and warm as it settles on John.
“Knew you’d get it,” he says, his eyes crinkling with his smile.
John walks toward him, taking his time even though his heart is pounding. It’s ridiculous, he thinks, because they’ve been together for months now. “I’m smarter than I look,” he says, unable to keep from smiling in return. He stops about a foot away, nodding toward the rose in Sherlock’s hand. “Isn’t that cheating?”
Sherlock shakes his head. “You see, but you do not observe,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He steps closer, holding the flower up between them. “There were only thirteen on the steps. This is number fourteen.”
John steps closer and reaches out to touch the petals, letting his hand slip down until his fingers ghost over Sherlock’s. “I looked it up, you know. Lavender rose.”
“I know,” Sherlock says, his smile widening. “On the seventh. I was surprised you held out for so long.”
John can’t help laughing. “I’m not even going to ask how you knew.”
He plucks the rose from Sherlock’s fingers and sets it gingerly on the counter beside them, removing the delicate barrier between them so that he can step into Sherlock’s space and draw him down for a soft, slow kiss. Sherlock’s hands cup his face, his thumbs stroking along the sharp edges of his jaw, and John clings to fistfuls of Sherlock’s shirt at his waist.
When he pulls away it’s only enough so that he can speak, and his lips brush Sherlock’s with every word. “Love at first sight,” he whispers, and he frees one hand to touch the petals of the lavender rose beside them. “And you always said I was the romantic.”
Sherlock kisses him again, lingering for a long, sweet moment. “I thought you should know the truth. The whole of it. How long I’ve loved you.”
Something in John’s chest aches, and he spends long, drawn-out moments pressing his lips to Sherlock’s, murmuring his I love yous into his mouth, hoping that it will be enough, that Sherlock will understand that he’s been loved since the moment John saw him in this very lab so many years ago.
Later that night–after Sherlock has led them home, after John has pressed him against the sheets, after countless kisses and touches and soft, pleading words–later, they sit together in front of the fire, half-clothed, legs tangled together, and press the single lavender rose in between the pages of a heavy book. And when they’ve finished, John takes Sherlock by the hand and leads him back to bed.
AU: Diana goes to the underworld to bring Steve back and battles with Hades to take him.
- Hades! - Diana shouted. - I was wondering how long was it going to take you to come down here, niece - Said Hades looking at her.
- Let him go and I will do you no harm - Diana answered fiercely.
- Careful Diana, don’t forget who are you talking to, you mistake me for Ares. Living with mortals made him weak, just like they weakened you…Risking yourself for a human. Pathetic - He replied sternly - Do you want him? Come get him…If you can - Hades added before throwing her a blaze of fire.
“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”
Well, you are the sun.
And I keep looking, looking, looking,
Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,
But I do not close my eyes.
You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.
A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.
a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(
~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you
You had always liked living alone.
There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.
You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.
Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.
Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.
Sometimes, I’ll just be going about my day and it’s just an average Tuesday and then sometimes – this feeling hits me out of nowhere.
This super heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.
And sometimes, when that feeling hits me, it feels like you’re with me and I can breathe again.
And in that moment, I will laugh because I remember something funny you did or how easily and unconditionally you made me feel love – especially today, in a world that doesn’t seem to love easily. A world that doesn’t seem to love at all.
And somehow, even if just in that moment, it seems like I’ll be okay again.
Maybe not today.
Someday I’ll be okay again.
The world around us may have changed, but we haven’t.
And then sometimes, I remember you’re gone… but then, I’ll remember your smile.
Comments from Skam’s official website under some of the clips in season 3.
i found this kinda funny. since we’re in the beginning of a new season
and we speculate on what’s gonna happen next, i went back to read the
comments on some of the early clips on season 3 and thought i’d translate
some. (if you don’t bother to read the long comments i’ve bolded the
best part.) btw my absolute fav is X’s comment on the Ikke vær frekk clip
CLIP 3 EPISODE 1: Går ned på chicks:
hvor er først? (where is first?) wrote: Sana and Eva seems
hostile? Wonder what Isak used his rent on. Why doesn’t Jonas try to get
an entry pass to try and look, (for the weed at eva’s) since Isak is met
with an icefront. The season opens with so many questions that i’m going
insane. Anyone else got the impression that Eskild was keen on Isak, but Isak wasn’t on Eskild?
Mari wrote: handsome guy Isak spotted!!!
Ole Brum wrote: I think Isak is actually not gay
gjesp wrote: hope it doesn’t get this boring the whole season
Selima wrote: OMG ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BET THAT ISAK’S BOYFRIEND IS GONNA BE NAMED JULIAN DAHL!!!!!!!!!!
Noen (somebody) wrote: Isak looked at a boy. HE’S IN LOVE OMG.
randomhoe wrote: bruh,
Isak is booooooring, this whole season is gonna be boring, think about
it. William quit and now “ISAK” that little cute guy has the main role?
CLIP 4 EPISODE 1: Kose-gruppa:
Evak 4 life wrote: I bet that Isak and Even are gonna get together, I ship them, Evak (heartemoji). But I swear if Even is using Isak to get to Vilde then I swear I’ll be really mad. They are so cute together.
Mari wrote: what was the deal with the paper towels Even took?
Kjedelig bruuuh? (boring bruuuh?) wrote: I honestly think season 3 has been boring, I miss Noora and William.
CLIP 5 EPISODE 2: Grindr:
Hei wrote: Now I think some of these comments are being too
negative. This season is probably gonna be just as good or even better
than season 1 and 2.
Zwup wrote: Isak is bi and unsure, he’s curious about boys.
Anna wrote: am I the only one who deep inside hopes Isak and Emma are gonna end up together?
Cath wrote: I
think it’s building up to that Isak is gonna believe/think/hope Even
is gay, with support from Eskild’s comment on blowjob. And then Isak
dare to either fall in love or hit on Even. Then he’ll be rejected and
hurt and it’ll be stress and drama, cause Even isn’t gay. The moral to
Andem must be to show that no hints can show who a person truly are, and
through Isak we’ll learn this. I think Even and Emma are gonna fall for each other, and Isak will get a real downfall before he falls for another boy.
slitsomt wrote: (some
stuff about how boring it was that people loved Noora and William the
instant they talked, and doesn’t like that people did the same with Isak
and Even and) I rather hope that Isak “thinks” he likes Even and
that Eskild supports Isak both against his christian parents and so on,
and in the end they’ll fall in love because Eskild was always there for
Isak. If Even and Isak ends up together it’ll be to obvious.
Snopet wrote: I
think Eskild and Isak will end up a couple. In the end Noora probably
comes home from London and it’s over between her and William.
vet ikke (don’t know) wrote: is Isak gay? or does he like girls?
Nila wrote: the
show sets up to that Isak is gonna come out of the closet, but I guess
Julie Andem is gonna fool us all in the end. He’s not gay after all.
CLIP 6 EPISODE 2: Even:
lille my wrote: I think they are charging up to season 4 already, sana <3<3
H wrote: already better than season 2, feels good to finally have the real Skam back on after the Sahara of dry excitement last season.
UREALISTISK (unrealistic) wrote: who the FUCK is dumb enough to take it (the weed) with them to school? not sana at least. Skam seriously?
Even er ikke intr (Even is not
interested) wrote: I think Even seems slick…. I’m sure he’s just gonna get Isak in trouble… and IT’S NOT gonna be Isak and Even.. Even
seems obviously interested in girls,,, the way he looks at them and
dig. It looks like he’s more interested in Vilde, nobody has noticed or
commented on this? (and that thing about that somebody is gonna die..
Skam is going to a new level.. GOOD episode!)
Isak, Emma, Even :) wrote: anyone else who thinks Isak should go down on chicks? maybe Emma?
CLIP 7 EPISODE 2: Ikke vær frekk:
X wrote: This is starting to look more and more like
Twilight. The stare between Isak and Even. Even’s hairstyle. The music
that is being used. And even tho Even’s stare lasted to long I have to
say that the director is getting some “inspiration” from the
Twilight-movies. It’s like they met at the writers table and said “what
if Twilight was about two boys instead of a boy and a girl?”. because
Even is almost pale enough to play a metrosexual vampire.
lol wrote: I thought season 3 was gonna be shit actually. but it’s alot better than before tbh XD
M wrote: if
Skam keeps this up Baz Luhrmann is gonna be able to sue NRK for
copyright infringement. Fair enough with some Romeo and Juliet
references but yeez, calm down.
Apartment AU! Where Person A and Person B live right next to each other and the walls are very thin…And I mean can-hear-quiet-footsteps-if-you-listen-hard-enough THIN.
So, one evening Person A is playing music at an acceptable volume, but their surrounding neighbours could still hear the music.
They don’t say anything cuz it’s soft enough to be ignored and really they had gotten used ignoring these sounds (sometimes frankly hilarious sounds but embarrassing for that apartment resident)……
……. Except for Person B.
They ignore the god awfull music for a full five minutes before Person B cracks. I mean sure they find Person A cute hot and sexy as hell and they haven’t really talked to them but Person A really needed to get a better taste in music.
Swearing to teach ‘A’ what good music is, Person B plugs in their own iPod to the speakers and starts playing their fav playlist, raising the volume not too loud but loud enough so that Person A gets the message. The rest of the inhabitants raise their eyebrows at this “message” but dismiss it quickly.
Of-fucking-course Person A gets the ‘message’ and is fucking annoyed and decides teach them a lesson, cranking up the volume. Y’all know where this is going. Fangirl!&Shipper!Person C is quietly sqealing dying inside at their antics.
This Game continues for a week during which the other residents are highly amused becuse this drama is fucking better than any fucking reality show Mum. Meanwhilethe songs have progressed from annoying the other to slightly flirtatious but still annoying but you’d only catch this if you’ve been paying attention.Consequently, only Person A, Person B and Person C have caught this.
However, whenever Person A and Person B cross each other’s paths, they remain nonchalant and greet each like they hadn’t been figuritively fighting the night before.
It’s Friday and Person C had had a bad day and they just want to rest and break away from the stresses of the week. The music ‘battle’ begins. Person C grumbles but ignores it they best they can because the bad day was’t cuz of them although they annoy their shipper heart to no end
After 15 minutes of obvious fucking music flirting the music wasn’t even that good like they seem to thinkPerson CSNAPS. Their voice rings throughout the two-storeyed flat:
“Would the two of you stop your flirting and just fuck already!”.
Distant laughter can be heard as Person A and Person B scrambles to shut down their respective music systems blushing furiously. A few moments of utter silence and a muffled exclaimation that sounded suspiciously like “fuck it!” was followed by silent knocking.
Needless to say The Music Battle never occured again. It was replaced by quient thumping noises but you already knew that ;)
Newt: Let’s begin our conversation. Graves: What’s on the note cards? Newt: They’re possible topics of conversation. Graves: Whales. Parades. Electricity. And the rest are blank. Newt: Yeah, well I couldn’t think of anything else.
(Parks and Recreation; season 2, episode 4: Practice Date)
Where is my “Lena buys a small NC newspaper, and has them offer Kara a job as a reporter, because she feels like it’s her fault that Kara lost her job, but wants to keep it all under wraps. And Kara comes bounding into her office all excited like “oh my god, I can’t believe I got a new job so quickly, and it’s even better pay than at Catco, and I get to be an actual junior reporter and one of the senior guys is mentoring me and they say I can write about what ever I am passionate about” and Lena is like “oh rly?” and is just so happy that Kara is happy and doesn’t want anything in return, but to get to support her friend (oh and you know, casually encourages the newspaper to give Kara assignments that require her to interview Lena on a regular basis)” fic?