the first two just break my heart

Who else has read Breaking Legacies?

Because I just finished the first part and my heart is in tatters and I need someone to cry with, even if it’s just over Tumblr.

Also this book should be a mandatory read for all wlw (though everyone can enjoy it if you love fantasy) because I need fan art of Kiena and Ava! I can’t decide which one I love more.

Like this book is legit over 400 pages long and I’m halfway through and the characters and relationships are so well developed.

BUT WHY IS IT BREAKING MY HEART?! THE LEGACIES ARE WHAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE BREAKING!!

1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.



With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up
A Hundred Lesser Faces: (Five)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story stems from the premise: what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh?

My own Jamie,

Almost six months ago, I learned that you survived Culloden. You made history, my darling! Q.E.D.

As many nights as I’ve lain awake in those months cursing myself for not having looked soonerI know I shall thank God every day of my life for the series of events that led me at last to the right pages, to you. When I fully realized what it meant— that you had been spared the death you faced so bravely that April morning, the death that has haunted my thoughts and my nightmares for so long— It was like a wound, the oldest and deepest scar ripped back open, inch by inch. I was completely laid bare from it, from the storm of emotions warring within me: such joy, such anguish for the lost time (how many more years could we have had, Jamie, had I looked?), such fear—and then joy again, because the years of grief could now be ended, and *against all reason!* I could see you again.  

Likewise will I thank God every day for the small voice in my head that nudged me at the very last moment to go first to Lallybroch, rather than to your shop in Edinburgh. Please thank Jenny for me. She explained everything. 

It is for the best, that it happened this way; easier, I think, for all concerned. Perversely, despite the shock, I find myself smiling in this moment: for we promised there would be no lies between us, remember? It is a promise I make to you again, today. You can know, then, with absolute certainty, that it can be no lie when I tell you that I am glad glad and on-my-knees grateful to Heaven that you have found true happiness. 

After all the pain and the loss, the war and the hunger and the suffering you’ve endured, to know that you have a wife with whom you’ve found something new and wonderful; that you have had the joy of holding your own children in your arms, to have seen them be born and grow? It is a balm, Jamie, a comfort to know that despite all the cruelty fate has dealt you—dealt us— you have been blessed with such great and abundant joy. Never would I wish anything less for you, just as I know you would not for me. 

It is my deepest prayer that as you read these words, you will know the truth of them, will be able to feel my heart through the page, and KNOW that from its very depths, I wish you every happiness with your wife and your daughters. 

And yet I couldn’t leave, couldn’t go back from whence I came, without telling you about another little girl, who was born the 23rd of November the year of Culloden. 

I hope the contents of the brown packet, here enclosed, tell you more than any words could about your daughter—our daughter—Brianna Ellen.

Jamie was shaking—no, he was — crumbling

Every breath wrenched through him, agonizing, and the tears were falling, blurring his vision. He had to sit back on his haunches to keep them from dropping onto the page and blurring her precious words. 

Her words

CLAIRE’s

His hands were quaking with

November

with EVERYTHING

Jesus, GOD in 

Couldn’t

He COULD NOT think

Thoughts, words, they were—

They failed him, simply abandoned him as he shook on the study rug. Only his body seemed to know the way, for he was snatching for the parcel, tearing at the string binding the paper. There was an oily, unidentifiable wrapping within, then a layer of soft flannel, and then —   

The sound that escaped him—He didn’t even know there existed such a sound within him. It was terrible and beautiful at once, and though it was in no language, what he felt, his lips over and over formed a word, the only word he could muster: “No….NO….” 

For as though a great knife had cut through those terrible, looming stones on the accursed hill, Jamie held his infant daughter, newly-born, sleeping there in the palms of his hands. The portrait—picture?—painting?—was all in shades of grey, and yet somehow lifelike as a true bairn in miniature before him, like peering through a spyglass straight into that distant life.

He had not a single thought to spare for how, or by what means…

He could only trace the bitty wee fists curled on the blanket, the sweet wisps of hair on the tiny skull.

“Oh, mo chridhe…” 

He couldn’t look away, could not even blink, though tears were coursing downward. 

God, the child —this very child — 

—delivered safely into the world and into the arms of her mother—her mother.

The babe had lived—LIVED.

The pad of his thumb caught slightly as he caressed her cheek, and the portrait slid upward just enough to reveal — “Ohh…Jesus…”

She was grown to a toddling child, eating a cake that was smeared all about her face. And damn him if he didn’t LAUGH amidst the weeping to see just how pleased with herself she looked for it, a cuddly toy raised in triumph like a sword, four wee teeth visible as she giggled out a victory cry.

There she was again, older, standing in a great snowfall, naught but wee cheeks and grinning eyes visible under the great padded suit she wore against the cold. 

Older, still. Three? Four? Sitting proper-like in a pretty frock with her hair combed smooth. 

Such a sweet face—

Older, still, standing with a wee box in her hand beside a giant something with wheels, proud and eager, eyes bright.

And then he was gasping as the spyglass world ignited into blazing, brilliant colors. He saw his daughter’s hair, red and victorious and shining against the black coat of the huge dog she hugged tight; saw the pink flush of her cheeks, spread down her neck as it always did his, when he was happy and exuberant.

On and on flashed the paintings, these captured moments of his daughter’s life.

Going fishing and doing a damn fine job of it. 

Playing uproariously in the sea-surf, splashing and laughing with complete abandon.

Absolutely lovely as as she grew out of girlhood, and God, how vividly he could see Claire in her, as she did—in the lines of her, the way she held her mouth, tilted her head—that broad, clear brow that begged to be kissed, reverently—

Laughing, carefree, safe

Braw and strong as she chopped wood. Good lass!

Gazing softly out a window, seeming not even to notice her image being captured. 

On 

and on

and on 

until he was gasping and looking at the last portrait, of an achingly beautiful young woman sitting on a rock before a fire, making camp for the night, perhaps. Her face was cast in the same golds and red as her hair; the dreams of her heart seeming to dance across her eyes—as they always did her mother’s. His daughter…grown.  

The paintings were strewn all around him on the carpet, a tableau of her; her life. On his knees he bowed over them, overwhelmed and shuddering with great sobs as he looked, and looked, and looked.

She was—

She would be

…..she was well.  

The child HAD been safe.

It hadn’t been for naught. 

He fell, then, and sheltered her like a cloak, keeping his child, his daughter, safe and shielded from the world for just one moment; safe…his….

Brianna


It was only sudden, ripping, screaming panic that yanked him out of the quiet calm, searching wildly, fumbling with desperate hands—

But relief tore from his throat just as suddenly as he found a second page: 

Not everything can be captured in a photograph, of course (that’s what they’re called. Did I ever tell you about them?), and there’s so much I long to tell you about this wonderful person.

Will you believe she’s been taller than me since the age of thirteen? She carries it like a queen, though, like I imagine your mother did. She doesn’t slouch or try to hide. Not Bree. 

Oh, yes: most people call her Bree, for short. 

She bites her nails, when she’s thinking hard. I don’t even think she notices when she’s doing it.

She’s absolutely brilliant, Jamie, studying at one of the top universities in the world to be a historian. You would be so very proud of her. 

She’s not perfect, of course. Perhaps her biggest flaw as half-Scottish is that she HATES whisky, haha. I’ll do my best to win her over, though, don’t you worry. 

She’s a spectacular artist, another way in which she takes after her grandmother. She captures you, completely. 

That statement, actually, is true in more ways than one. Our Brianna is captivating, in every way. 

She’s an absolute wonder with maths and figures —as natural to her as breathing, it seems, just like they are for you. 

She smiles in her sleep, just like her father. 

She’s so like you, Jamie, it breaks my heart. 

After Frank died—But Lord, I haven’t said anything of him. 

It was two years ago. He had a good, full life, and he loved Bree more than anything in the world. He could have been cruel, could have taken out his anger upon the child, the very breathing manifestation of the ways in which I’d betrayed him—but he didn’t. From the moment he first held her, Frank loved her as his own, and while things between he and I were tenuous, to say the least, I will always love him for the father he was to her, for the sacrifices he made for her. I hope that is a comfort to you, and not a blow. 

After he was gone, after giving her time to grieve, it felt important that Bree should know about you, about the stones. It took—well, it frankly took a bloody lot of luck and a jolly good miracle to get her to believe, *but she does.* She loved Frank with all her heart, but she knows now that Jamie Fraser was her father. IS her father. 

You should know that she was instrumental in finding you. She persisted when I would have faltered under the doubts and the fears. As ecstatic and overjoyed as I was at the news that you were alive, I was so afraid Jamie, for you, for me, for Bree. 

Even though I know she, too, was plagued with fears, she remained strong; and she kept ME strong. Even at the very stones, when I was so wracked with guilt over leaving her forever that I would have stayed, for her sake, she was there to strengthen me, to tell me not to look back. She said that she was giving me back to you, and that if I didn’t go, *she* would. ‘Someone has to find him and tell him I was born,’ she said, and she meant it. 

THAT is the kind of person your daughter is growing to be, Jamie: determined, and brilliant, and selfless for the sake of those she loves; *and that includes you.* She asked me to give you a kiss, just from her. I’ve left it here, on the page, for you to keep, always. 

Brianna has been the greatest joy of my life since we parted, a joy that would have been richer only if I had been granted the grace to raise her with you at my side. Thank you for her. THANK YOU for making me go on, for her sake. Despite everything, it has been a good life. Even in those long years of grief, I had the joy of seeing you every day, of seeing your spirit, there in the child of our love. And I’m so very grateful. 

I’ll keep telling her about you. There wasn’t enough time, before I left. She’ll be able hear everything, now. I promise. 

Jamie shook his head hard, fast, feeling for a third page that wasn’t there. “No…” 

Be happy, Jamie Fraser, and LIVE. 

“No,” he moaned. his eyes clinging to the fleeting words, even as he begged them not to stop. “Claire…”

Love, always

“Mo nighean donn, don’t —  

Claire


Those next seconds were everlasting, each terrible, catastrophic truth echoing in his soul like the toll of a great bell, over and over. 

She had been here

Claire had been here

She left

Claire left

Because Jenny—


She was sitting at the bottom of the staircase, crying hard into Ian’s shoulder. When the study door crashed open, her head shot up and she jumped to her feet, her face pure terror. “Jamie, mo ch—”

“When?” He snarled it, and Jenny convulsed with a deep sob like a swallowed scream, and covered her face with her hands. 

Jamie was thundering toward her, a veil of red over his vision as he demanded, “WHEN?” 

Ian—in a shockingly deft and smooth movement given the leg—shot to his feet, shielding Jenny from Jamie’s rage with his body. 

In all truth, the rational parts of Jamie’s mind were glad for Ian’s presence, for that was the only thing keeping the blood rage from taking control, from taking revenge. “WHEN was she here, woman?” he bellowed over Ian’s shoulder,  “How fucking long did ye see fit to keep—”

Ian shoved him, eyes blazing. “You’ll NOT talk that way to—” 

Mor—ning—”Jenny sobbed, her voice a strangled whisper, “—gone before—Jamie! Oh, JamieI ken I’ll—never for—give mys—for—” 

HOW MANY MONTHS?”  he roared, overtaken by despair, overtaken by rage, becoming a nameless beast under it. “HOW MANY YEARS, JENNY?” 

“This morning—” she wailed, “To—TO—DAY—” 

Nothing. 

Silence. 

And then a great wave, tall as a mountain, rose up within Jamie, blasting out everything within him in a single cataclysmic moment of clarity. 

Today

T O D A Y

Then she was—

She could be no more than—

He vaulted up the stairs four at a time, paying no heed to Janet and Wee Ian and the others who were gathered at the top of the staircase, wide-eyed and pale and gaping.

Less than a minute later, he thundered back down past them all, breeks only half-laced under his boots, traveling bag on his back. 

“No,” Jenny moaned, grasping at his sleeve as he passed and trying to hold him back. “Jamie, ye canna—Ye CANNA catch her, she's—GONE—she’s—”

He shook her off, hard enough to knock her off-balance, and ran to the kitchen, shoving what food he could lay his hands on into his sack and moving straight to the door, so crazed with determination he could barely see what it was he took. Food didn’t matter. Fatigue, already tugging at him, didn’t matter. Claire was— 

“Jamie, she’s nearly a day ahead—” Jenny caught the handle just as he did, eyes absolutely wild. “Ye dinna even ken where she’s bound or—” 

He spared his sister one look, and let all the hate and contempt, the rage and the betrayal show there as he growled, “I ken precisely where she’s bound.” 


4

my favorite scene*

The barely-suppressed panic in Delphine’s voice as she tries to dissuade Cosima from leaving, spouting arguments that ring hollow because she has forfeited the right to say “I love you, don’t go” and she knows it. Cosima’s tearful smile when she says “I came back for you” (aka the point at which I get something in my eye and/or my allergies start acting up). The way Delphine’s voice breaks when she asks “Why didn’t you tell me.” She’s trying so hard to hold it together.

And that kiss. The desperation in it; the longing. This is the truly remarkable thing about this scene: I want these two to kiss–I’ve been dying for them to kiss for the past seven and a half episodes–and when they finally kiss, it breaks my fucking heart. Because it doesn’t change anything. This isn’t them getting back together like they need to do, goddamn it; It’s just a slip. A moment of weakness.

It was tragic. Tragedy doesn’t necessarily have to be someone murdered in cold blood. Done correctly–and I will fight anybody who says this scene didn’t do it correctly–it can be two people who need one another kept apart by duty and circumstances.

Here’s where I finally start getting pissed off about Delphine’s shooting in 3x10. It didn’t bother me much when I first watched it. I already knew she’d be back. I wasn’t saddened or shocked or outraged. At worst, I was annoyed. Eight or nine episodes without my fave. Great. But lately, I’ve been comparing and contrasting it with this scene, this achingly beautiful, profoundly sad moment, and it’s like John Fawcett and Graeme Manson didn’t even know what they had. Somehow, they were able to watch this and say,”Eh, it’s just not tragic enough.” Shooting Delphine was cheap, obvious, and utterly unnecessary.


*it’s possible that this will eventually be supplanted by something from 5x05 or 5x08. Too early to tell. I’ll let you know after I’ve watched all their season 5 scenes a zillion times.

Archie x Reader: Daddy's Little Girl

Warnings: none
Requested: yes
A/N: fluff

*your POV*

I should’ve been sleeping. It was 3am and I couldn’t sleep due to the enormous bump on the front of me. Baby Andrews was 41 weeks and I was sure to pop at any moment and my stomach was so big it made me unable to sleep. I looked to my side to see Archie sleeping peacefully. I groaned and shifted to the left a little bit, wishing the days of sleeping on my stomach were still here. Suddenly, I felt a faint wetness between my legs.

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osarons  asked:

Hiiiiii Clare :) Congrats on 600! What are some of your hcs for the gangsey after the events of the books are done???

heidi!!! thank you!! you spoil me ahhh i had a long week but now i have some pasta and down time and im so Ready™ to talk about these kids that i love with my whole heart this is so long oh god

  • listen idk about you but i’ve been on a ton of road trips and they are not easy so if that trip actually lasts the whole 3 months of summer i’ll eat my shirt
    • ok but please??? imagine the bickering i bet you henry is so directionally challenged, blue probably wants a schedule whereas gansey is probably like “what do you mean we’re not just driving off into the sunset i don’t understand wait…we have an actual route?”
    • don’t lie to me you know he got lost plenty on his various adventures and his soft scholarly heart just went with it
    • protect him
    • but yea anyway they probably went up and down the east coast for about 2.5-3 weeks, hitting up all the state parks along the way and stopping in small towns
    • henry insists they have to find the best pizza on the east coast only to claim nothing can top Nino’s by the end of it
    • gansey wants to see all the wacky tourist spots “to get the authentic experience”
    • at each stop they send postcards to The Barns (theyre all on the fridge)
    • blue takes SO MANY pictures ok but all of them are candids 
    • so while there’s these awful blurry messes she also manages to catch these really fantastic photos of henry falling out of a tree he tried to climb with gansey laughing, of the three of them in a diner shifting their food around (you know how when you know someone so well you just order food and shift things around so everyone has what they like? like that)
    • her absolute favorite: she was recording them on a hike and they stumble upon a little grove with a stream running through and forgot to stop the video when she set her phone down. that night she plugs her phone in to the car charger and gets a screenshot of the three of them standing in the stream, laughing and singing. 
  • after the road trip blue registers for summer sessions at the community college and keeps working at Nino’s and walking dogs, she decides she’s going to save up and get her associates then transfer to a university to get her degree in marketing for art (listen she loves being creative, she loves collecting, she’s smart as hell and would get great buys for up-and-coming artists, that girl could own a really cool gallery i can see it now)
  • gansey defers for a year because. well. dying is stressful. but once he goes to college he decides to study art history. like blue, he loves art but he can’t deny he loves history too, and authenticating old works and searching for ancient tapestries and lost paintings is something our boy would be great at (bonus: in later years he would be the most eccentric art history professor ever and he’d totally where those corduroy jackets with elbow patches and his wire rim glasses im!!! i love the idea of old man gansey being this adorable weirdo professor that all the students love) 
  • because we don’t really know much about henry’s interests i don’t know what his major would be but wouldn’t it be hilarious is he was a professional beekeeper and bought up land to have bee gardens and sanctuaries and started a natural honey business and gansey goes there all the time because he’s Crazy but he’s decked out in protection gear and ronan and blue team up to make a rule that he not go out to the gardens because nobody wants to tempt fate that bad
  • adam and ronan spend the summer together with opal seeing the beginnings of their life together settle in
    • ronan teaches opal more and more english and spends hours figuring out what foods she likes or doesn’t like while training her not to eat sticks
    • adam comes up with little lesson plans for her to start learning how to read and write along with simple math and science
    • ronan dreams up some fake documents so they can get her enrolled in homeschooling because there’s no way they’re gonna do public school and try to explain their satyr child to anyone thats just…nah
    • when they’re not teaching opal ronan is tending to the farm, learning what livestock he wants to buy and care for, going to showings all around the state (people look at him so weird, a tall kid who looks more like a biker than a farmer, cradling a bunny in his arms at the makeshift petting zoo with a little girl on his shoulders. he’s A Sight.)
    • adam, it turns out, is very good at baking and opal develops a bit of a sweet tooth off of his many experiments with different cupcakes and cookies
    • their days are carefree. they explore the fields of the barns, make wild plans for the future, tell opal stories and play with her. they catch fireflies and learn constellations together.
    • every evening is spent giving opal bubble baths and wrapping her up in old tshirts and gym shorts from matthews room then settling down with warm milk and honey and telling stories of sleeping kings, trees that give advice, and ordinary people discovering magic
    • they brush out her wild hair and the fur on her legs and put her to bed and quietly get themselves ready for bed. sometimes adam will read to ronan until they fall asleep. 
    • sure, there are bad nights. they both have their fair share of nightmares. opal does too. that’s when they grab blankets and go sit on the porch and talk about the stories of the constellations until their minds settle again.
    • when they drop adam off at the dorms as he starts his first year, its hard. its really really hard. these three haven’t had a lot of good in their lives up until now so letting go of their routine, of each other, although its temporary, it hurts. none of them cry, but its close (close as in adam waits until they’ve driven away and he’s got a moment alone in the bathroom. ronan lets the tears fall silently as he grips opal’s hand reaching forward from the back seat where she’s crying into her knees she’s drawn up to her chest).
    • the first time adam calls home he’s worried opal won’t remember him, after all they only had a few months together, and they don’t know exactly how great her memory is. his worst fear happens when he’s skyping ronan, who tells opal it’s adam, and she says “who’s that?”
    • just as adam feels his heart break a little, opal leans into the frame and continues, “no papa, that’s dad.” (turns out ronan bought her a book that teaches family vocabulary)
    • adam feels like his heart is breaking again but this time from being so entirely full of love for these two he can barely comprehend it
  • adam, light of my life, goes into law. he gets a full ride because he is smart as hell and super dedicated (can u tell im proud of him). for the most part he assists at a small business firm his first few years out of college but eventually, he focuses on social work cases and getting law changes in the state to make it easier for parents to report their parents without endangering themselves, as well as changing emancipation laws so that emancipated minors can make purchases regardless of age and aren’t left homeless. its very close to his heart but even though it hurts sometimes to see these cases it only makes him want to win even more, and he knows he has ronan and opal to help bring him back from rough days at work
  • ronan is the Best Farmer Ever he starts buying livestock and filling up The Barns with dairy cows, hens, and goats (he thinks its hilarious when they get there and opal is absolutely fascinated by their legs). part of the land has an orchard that has both normal fruit and some of the trees niall dreamt up, and ronan sells fruit at a local farmers market as well as to other farmers who make local preserves. declan comes by here and there and…they actually start to get along a little better once declan accepts that this is ronan’s life and ronan accepts that declan was just trying to do what’s right. it also helps that for some reason opal loves declan like. so much man. and he loves her too theyre practically best buddies its precious, and even better when matthew is over too. all the lynch boys are weak for this little girl ok? they don’t stand a chance she’s got them all wrapped around her little finger.
  • finally, there’s noah. 
    • every year on the day he died, truly died, for them, they all get together and go to his grave (his birthday is for his family).  they tell his headstone about their classes, about new things opal has learned, about how the farm and the bee garden are going. 
    • blue always kisses her hand and presses it to the headstone before she leaves. he was her first kiss, so he gets another every year as thanks for giving her the boy she loves.
    • ronan always brings opal and tells her about his best friend, about a boy who was dead but lived loudly in spite of that. he leaves dream fruit at the headstone, and opal leaves her favorite stick she’s found that week. 
    • henry never met noah, but he hears so much about this boy who was a ghost, who was technically non-existent who still gave the last vestiges of himself up, just for the friends he’s come to think of as family. he leaves a bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers from his garden.
    • adam always starts off with telling noah about classes, trying to keep himself together, but he always ends it by choking up halfway through telling his headstone how important noah is to him. adam leaves a stone from the river, almost like he’s redirecting the ley line again. 
    • gansey is always last. while everyone else is there for comfort they always leave gansey to say his goodbyes last, and instead take him into a hug when he gets to the car. gansey just…he needs to do this alone. he needs to tell noah it wasn’t for nothing, that he’s doing everything possible to make noah proud. gansey never knows what to leave that could possibly live up to what noah has given him. he leaves a copy of pictures of them every year. noah gave him life, so gansey leaves evidence of the people he lives for, the people that make it worth living, the people that miss him. the people that remember him. 
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Words: 7,272.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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Feysand Week - Movie Night

This is my first fic for Feysand Week, and the prompt is ‘Movie Night.“

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I tried not to be nervous.

But, really, I had a reason to be. What if this man was a weirdo, or an axe murderer or a –

Okay, I was definitely reading too much into this. And I was sure Mor wouldn’t set me up with a weirdo or an axe murderer, and he was Mor’s cousin, and I had full trust in my friend to find someone for me.

But still.

And I felt a little desperate. I mean, who had to rely on their best friend to find someone for them? But at least I hadn’t outright asked. But I hadn’t said no when Mor had told me about… what was his name again? Rhys. That was it. He was apparently single, and I was single, and Mor was ridiculously in love with her new girlfriend and ‘didn’t want me to be left out.’

So that had left me here, waiting outside the movie theatre for a man I didn’t even know. And considering all I had been told about never going to meet a stranger, I was still here, doing just that.

I really hoped he wasn’t a murderer, because that would almost certainly make this the worst date ever. And I had had my fair share of bad dates.

I huddled into my jacket a little more, the night air chilly even though it was supposed to be summer. Rhys wasn’t late, I had just been early, as I knew I would talk myself out of it. I had been instructed by Mor to text her when Rhys arrived, so she could send me a picture of him so I knew it was actually her cousin instead of a creepy loner dude.

I had asked Mor why she didn’t just show me what he looked like before the actual date, but she had said she didn’t want to ‘ruin the surprise.’

“Feyre?” I heard a deep, male voice ask. I looked up -a little too quickly, and I was sure I must look like a deer in the headlights- to see the most beautiful man I was sure I had ever seen.

He was tall – well over 6 foot- and even in the darkness I could see that his eyes were so dark they almost looked… purple? I realised I was staring, and quickly looked at nose, which seemed a much better place – and a far less distracting one- than his eyes or mouth.

Well, I was certainly making a great first impression.

“What? Oh, uh, yeah. That’s me!” God, I was embarrassing. “Are you Rhys?”

“Yeah. Mor’s cousin.”

“Right. Just give me a sec.” I pulled my phone out of my bag and quickly sent a text to Mor. She replied straight away with a picture of her and the man in front of me, confirming that he was in fact Rhys. My date for the evening.

“You ready?” I asked, stupidly grateful that it was night time, and he couldn’t see me blush slightly. This was going to be a disaster.

“Oh, uh, yeah. What movie is it again?”

“I don’t know actually. I forgot to check what’s showing. Any preferences?”

“Anything that’s not horror.”

“What? You’re scared of horror films?” I couldn’t help but tease him a little. Horror films these days were most definitely not scary.

“I didn’t realise it was weird to be scared of movies with the word horror in it.”

“Look, I’m not saying it’s weird…” I told him as we made our way inside the movie theatre. I was absurdly grateful for the heat that hit me as we stepped through the doors. I had always loved this place, had always loved movies in general. There was something comforting in watching other people’s lives, other people’s stories. It was like I could leave myself for two hours, and become someone else, have a break from the real world.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever, Feyre darling.” Rhys said, though he was smiling. My heart unexpectedly fluttered at his use of darling.

Maybe I hadn’t made such a bad first impression after all.

~

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

“They’re showing Roman Holiday!” I couldn’t help the slight squeal. But they were showing it. Here!

“Going to need a little more than that.”

I turned to face him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”

Rhys just shrugged. “I’ve heard of it, I think… Is it about that woman who lives in New York?”

“You’re thinking of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Right actress though.” Okay, so maybe he wasn’t a complete lost cause. “They must be showing old movies here today or something.”

Rhys looked at me for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes, something I couldn’t work out. But then he looked away, and the moment was over. If you could even call it a moment.

Rhys was at the ticket booth now, his long legs making the walk faster. I quickly followed, though my legs were considerably shorter than his.

“Two tickets for ‘Roman Holiday’ please.” Rhys asked the employee.

“You don’t have to…” I said to him, even though I was getting more and more excited.

“Feyre. Is there any horror in this movie?”

I shook my head. “Still…”

“Then I will watch it. Besides, maybe I’ll love it.”

 “I guarantee you will.” I said solemnly.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Then let’s watch Roman Holiday, Feyre darling.”

I smiled back. “Let’s.”

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“I take it you enjoyed the movie then?”

Rhys hadn’t stopped talking about it since we had left the movie theatre.

The date had been… Well, it had been amazing.

We were one of the only few people who were watching it, and even though the lack of people probably should have made me shyer around Rhys, it hadn’t. Instead it had been comfortable, something I really wasn’t used to. We hadn’t talked when the lights turned off, and even though one of my favourite movies were on, I couldn’t seem to remember one bit of the plot.

I had been distracted by Rhys, who had been seemingly absorbed by the film. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and the fact that his arm was on the armrest so close to mine. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed, but about halfway through I had sneaked another glance at him.

To find him looking right back at me.

We had quickly looked away, but I couldn’t help but feel that there had been… a moment between us. And I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not.

Rhys’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’ve gotta say, it was better than expected.”

I laughed. “So are you an Audrey Hepburn fan now?”

“I do believe I am.”

“I’ve got a box set of her movies at home. You could borrow them, if you want.” There was a hidden question in what I said. Will we be seeing each other again? Did I want to see Rhys again?

But I did know the answer to that.

Rhys nodded, and I didn’t know whether he saw what I really meant. “I would love that. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” We had stepped outside again, and I could already feel the bitter cold again. We walked in silence for a moment, though it wasn’t an awkward one.

And then Rhys said, “I was wondering… Do you want to do this again sometime?” He seemed nervous, and that just made me like him more.

“I would love to.”

And at the smile on Rhys’s face that followed, I knew for sure that this wasn’t a bad thing.

It wasn’t a bad thing at all.

Title: Mr. Parker (Part 2 of Tutor(Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Tony really wants the reader to join in on a meeting with a new recruit, even if they’ve already met before.

Word Count: 1789

A/N: THIS IS PART TWO TO TUTOR AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AH! Also; writing out the word count made Hamilton pop into my mind. I hope you enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

Here's a thought...RFA's crush tripping and getting hurt, and then deciding to confess their feelings with the dumb pick up line, "I guess I'm falling for you~" ❤❤❤

Yoosung//

You two were walking to class together

• Yoosung went on and on about the round of LOLOL he played last night you werent really paying attention

• When you were walking up some steps, you tripped over a bag next to a student

• In the nick of time, Yoosung caught you in his arms

• His eyes were as wide as plates

• a small giggle escaped your mouth, “Superman Yoosung to the rescue!” you said

• “You need to be more careful, MC! You could’ve got hurt!” 

• “I’m sorry…I guess I just can’t help falling for you…” You whisper in his ear and kiss his cheek.

RED YOOSUNG IS RED 

Jaehee//

  • It was the end of a shift at the coffee shop and Jaehee and you were beat
  • You were cleaning off tables and throwing away garbage before closing
  • Unbeknownst to you, there was a small puddle of coffee behind you
  • You took one step back and you instantly went flying
  • into jaehees arms.
  • “MC! I was about to warn you! Are you okay?” She said running her hand over your hair
  • “Yeah I’m fine but…I think I just fell for you, Jaehee.” You said meekly
  • “Well, if you’re gonna fall for me…don’t do it accidentally next time.”
  • kissy kissy  ( • ³ • )

Zen//

  • This man
  • tHIS GUY
  • he’s so extra when you two hang out he likes you
  • today, it was a day at the ice skating rink!
  • problem is, you can’t ice skate…
  • you got onto the ice CLINGING onto his arm
  • he loved it
  • “Are you getting the hang of it yet, MC?” He says to you
  • “I think s-” 
  • Mid sentence, you fall forward 
  • your life flashes before your eyes
  • luckily, Zen is quick to catch you 
  • “Are you okay, little lady?” he says sweetly
  • “No..I’m not okay..” You say
  • “What? Why??” 
  • “I think…I think I fell for you…” You whisper, your arms around his neck.
  • His lips hit yours. You can feel him smile into the kiss
  • he may or may not of hoped this would happen

Jumin//

  • Okay it is impossible to fall when you are around Jumin
  • If you two go out, there are guards practically up your ass
  • If you’re just at the penthouse, Jumin is practically up your ass
  • today is no exception
  • You were walking through his house with your socks on
  • little did you know, he recently got his kitchen floor waxed
  • the first step into the kitchen and you slipped
  • good thing your human guard dog was there to catch you!
  • your heart was racing fast
  • either from being so close to Jumin or almost breaking your face in pieces
  • “heh..Hey Jumin…” You managed to get out
  • “Hey, MC,” He said with a sly smile, “What are you doing here…in my arms….”
  • “Falling hard for you.” You say bluntly
  • He places his mouth on yours and you two share a soft kiss

Saeyoung//

  • im sorry but saeyoung is the kind of dude to trip you so he could hold you and he did
  • you two were walking through a park 
  • Saeyoung was acting…suspicious and right before you were to confront him about it, you lurched forward saeyoung you ass
  • His arms quickly were around your waist and you were pulled closely into his chest
  • frick MC get it together okay yeah he smells good and his arms feel really warm and…and
  • “I think I just fell for you…” You whisper
  • “You literally fell for me, but I metaphorically fell for you, MC.”
Dance instructor!Kai

omg ok I’m so excited to write this one aaaa thank you for the angel anon who send this requested, ily

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  • teaches kids
  • his class is the 4 to 8 years old
  • picture him being like Viktor Nikiforov for this au
  • gray hair and all !!!!
  • sometimes appears on class with a flower crown on top of his head
  • the lil kids just look at his like ???? what are you doing
  • then he give a crown to everyone
  • “today we will learn a new choreography, the concept is Tangled“
  • all the kids screaming
  • “guys, listen here. I’ll be the cupid”
  • starts dancing like he’s dizzy
  • all the kids starts to giggle
  • in his class you can always hear giggles
  • a l l   d a y
  • if it’s not his, then it’s from the kids
  • biggest goofball
  • so soft for his bbys
  • sometimes show up with his dogs
  • “class, these are my children!!!!”
  • almost cries when the shiest baby come to pet one of his dogs
  • has a file with at least 500 pics of his students with his dogs
  • you two meet when you sign for a ballet class
  • but somehow you end up in his classroom
  • you got lost in the school
  • Kai offer to drop you by your class
  • “so, you have ballet classes for how long?”
  • “actually, today is my first day”
  • then he just start to question you about everything
  • I genuinely think he is curious about people he feel some type of attraction
  • that’s when he discovered about the things you have in common
  • you start to meet up for you lunch break
  • you talk about everything
  • one time he even showed some pics of his class
  • you became *heart eyes*
  • bc he’s so passionate about dancing and his babies
  • if you didn’t have a crush on him until now…………
  • WHO WOULDN’T THO
  • well, now you have
  • he’s so intense when he’s practicing
  • you can feel the way he feels just looking at his dance moves
  • one day you was waiting for his class to finish so you guys can have lunch together
  • and a lil girl just came to you like
  •  "Hi are you teacher Jongin’s boy/girlfriend?“
  • "no!!!!!!!! wait, did he said that?”
  • “no, i just assumed you were bc you’re pretty”
  • when you look up Kai is looking at you and smiling so big 
  • and you can feel like you’re melting bc he’s so warm and it feel so good to see his smile
  • you’re so whipped
  • but don’t stress
  • he likes you too

reasons to go for jumin’s route! (deep route!)

  • his calls are mostly about how he misses you!!
  • he just wants you to stay by his side
  • he thinks you’re cute when you’re on your phone!!
  • wants to shower you with so much love and affection!
  • things get a little r18 sometimes bUT YES PLS *screams*
  • he calls you “my love”, “my princess”, and “my angel.”
  • HE IS SCARED YOU MIGHT LEAVE HIM HE WILL SEND OUT WANTED ADS ALL OVER THE COUNTRY FOR YOU
  • is jealous when you talk to someone else in the chatroom *idk man that is cute*
  • according to him, if you were a cat, he would have brought you home immediately
  • is worried that you won’t eat proper meals just because he isn’t there with you
  • WOULD WILLINGLY MAKE STRAWBERRY PANCAKES FOR YOU!!!
  • he loves Elizabeth 3rd as much as he loves you!!
  • IS ALWAYS SO EXCITED TO GO BACK HOME JUST BECAUSE YOU WILL GREET HIM THERE
  • he can’t imagine a life without you *CRIES*
  • was actually dying to kiss you the first time he saw you (AAAAAaaaAAaahH)
  • YOU SHOULD TAKE HIS ROUTE HE IS A BIT POSSESSIVE OVER YOU BUT HE IS TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO BE AND TRIES TO BE CASUAL ABOUT IT THE WHOLE RIDE OF EMOTIONS IS INSANE IT ACTUALLY BREAKS MY HEART THAT HE KEEPS HIS EMOTIONS TO HIMSELF BUT ONCE HE OPENS UP EVERYTHING JUST FEELS SO ETHEREAL MAN I LOVE JUMIN HAN
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We’re All Mad Here - Part Five

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As Ada continued to chatter in your ear, and the Shelby brothers kept playfully ragging on each other, you tried to snap yourself out of it.

If Michael could sit there completely unfazed, ignoring your presence, then you could do the same. You could be just as unaffected as he was…or at the very least you could pretend. You could be charming and funny and completely indifferent.

“All I’m saying is that if Esme asks me to take her to the Anne of Green-Gables film one more time, I’m going to lose my mind. There’s only so much a man can take, you know!” John was shaking his head, twirling a toothpick round and round in the corner of his mouth. You tuned into the conversation.

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Distance between us.

Hello, Love bugs!

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hEY!!! I was wondering if you could do a Draco x Reader imagine where you’ve been actin distant lately only because you don’t wanna annoy him and you feel like you are and he confronts and comforts you about it? sorry that’s oddly specific!! thank you, though!!! -Anon


He had been busy this year. It was not only the final year of school but also the year that everyone knew would bring the great war. He was in a constant battle within himself. Did he really believe in the fight of blood? He knew wonderful witches and wizards who didn't have pure blood. One of the most important witches he knew didn't have pure blood. That witch being you.On the other hand, he was raised from birth that he should believe that all unpure wizards were undeserving of their powers. You should earn the magic through family, not dumb luck. If he didn't stick with his mother and father he would be shunned and possibly killed. Draco didn’t let a lot of people in his life but his mother was one of the most important people in his life. That being said he could never give up on you. You had shown him a whole new world. Filled with love, balance, trust and most importantly to Draco you provided him stability. He could never imagine leaving you standing on the battlefield where he could possibly see you get killed with him unable to save you.

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Okay fellow tumblr kids, let’s get this over with. I’ve been stewing for days on this issue and a few people can attest to how much I’ve been going in circles about it so let’s see what we’re dealing with here.

In an interview with MTV, Jeremy Jordan made a rather unprofessional choice to shut down Supercorp in song in a way that hurt a lot of people. I get this and I acknowledged that. It was completely unprofessional and wrong of him, as well as wrong of the cast for supporting him in that interview.

That being said, let’s look at some things, shall we?

In talking about his experience with the Supergirl fandom, Rahul Kohli specifically said that the Supercorp fandom was toxic and filled nastiness that was directed at him after his casting announcement. He even received a number of death threats because he, a man, specifically a man of colour, seemed to be coming in the way of a wlw pairing consisting of two white cis women.

Not just that, but there have been numerous invasions of privacy, stalking and crossing of boundaries with a cast that owes us nothing but has always been gracious to their fans despite being bombarded constantly with comments about Supercorp and invasive questions about Katie McGrath.

Then came SDCC 2017. The cast has just begun filming and are under constant pressure to say and do the right thing for the image of the show. More than that, SDCC is a huge press junket. It may have fan events, but more than anything, it is an international stage for marketing and PR work. Therefore the answers they give to the questions?

Katie said it herself at the actual panel. They have a long list of what they can and cannot say. In addition to that, they have a specific marketing strategy that they must adhere to and you know what that doesn’t involve?

Supercorp.

Now, the backlash.

First off, you’re right to be hurt if you are. Again, it was wrong and it should never have been done.

That being said, it was the only incident where this happened, as far as I can tell and as soon as they realised what was going on, everyone, not just Katie or David, were uncomfortable and tried to do damage control while staying within the bounds of what was allowed to them.

In response to this, Jeremy apologised three times. The first time may have seemed insincere as it occurred during the interview. The second was a deeply flawed thing that most saw as a non-apology. Here is the third:

Hey kids,

Ok, part two. I don’t know what else to say now other than to speak how I feel. All your comments are breaking my heart. I’m gonna try to be better. I’m gonna make mistakes. I want to tell every one of you I’m sorry I hurt you. I would go back in time and redo my recap if I could. I would. I realize the issue of homophobia is bigger than any note I could ever write and many of of you will never be satisfied. I didn’t do anything in that interview to champion the cause. I will do more. All I can do is be better. It’s all anyone can do. Again, I love you. I hear you. Please know we at Supergirl are on your side 1000%. Woever you are. We love you. And we’ll try to keep proving it to you. Keep fighting and please please please put love and positivity into the world any chance u get. - xo JJ

(x)

The problem is that the fandom is doing and saying things that are problematic in the aftermath. You guys are assuming you know what’s in the actor’s heads and putting words in their mouths. I saw a letter that said that the cast said that two women being together on screen is incomprehensible. That did not happen. They said a specific ship was just friends.

People are quoting Chris Woods and Katie McGrath saying that she completely shut down his comments on sexuality. In the video Chris immediately clarifies that his comments are sarcasm. The Katie quote is from a separate interview where she’s talking about the public perception of Lena Luthor on the show. We do not and cannot know if she was shading the cast because as much as you guys refuse to admit to it? Katie was an active participant in everything that was said and done.

Look, I love Katie. I think she’s the most diplomatic of the cast and did the most damage control, but let’s be honest. She was probably instructed by the higher ups to do so as she has the most experience with this, going back to Merlin and the beginning of her acting career.

Moreover, you accuse the cast of being homophobic but they have been nothing but supportive of Sanvers. You know, the actual interracial-coded queer canon relationship that the show is pushing despite the fact that the writers have to write Maggie off this season? Yet no one is mentioning that tidbit. Or, you know, the fact that out of all of them, Jeremy is the one who has an actual anti-conversion camp campaign and has been nothing but supportive of the community before this?

Not just that, however. There is an element of hypocrisy within the fandom. Eliza Taylor and the rest of The 100 cast is allowed to mock the Bellarke fandom freely, for example, and yet they receive no backlash for their actions. You ask for opinions when it aligns with yours and then hiss homophobia when it doesn’t, while preaching that every interpretation is valid. You beg forgiveness for the actions of a few, state that the entire fandom shouldn’t be judged for it, but the cast makes one mistake while doing their actual job and now the entire show is “cancelled”.

Look, be hurt. No one is saying no. However, I’m begging you guys to think critically about this and to put the entire situation into context. You don’t want to be painted with a broad brush stroke so please. I’m begging you for your own sanity and well being to put thought into what you want to say.

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Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel - Behind the Scenes (Part Six)

From the DVD commentary with Noel Clarke (Mickey Smith), Camille Coduri (Jackie Tyler), and Shaun Dingwall (Pete Tyler)

[talking about climbing the rope ladder to the zeppelin]
Noel: Now, how high did you guys climb on this ladder?

Shaun: It was high!  It was very high.  It must have been about 20… 25… 30 feet

Camillie:  Really?  And you were hanging on at 25 feet?

Shaun: It was on a crane in the middle of this runway, with a massive fan blowing on us, and we’re swinging around.

Noel: I love how your hair blows in the wind as well

Shaun: Thanks, mate.  We had harnesses on, so we couldn’t actually fall off.

Camille:  Oh!  What are you moaning about then?

[talking about the TARDIS landing in Jackie’s flat]

Camille: How much do you love the TARDIS?  Wow!

Shaun: I love the fact that the TARDIS comes back - into your kitchen!

Camille: Yes!  It’s in the lounge

Shaun: Oh, is it the lounge?  Brilliant! Has it done that before?

Camille: No.  Look!  It’s sitting in the lounge, I love that!

Shaun: It’s just like - there it is!

Camille:  It’s great, isn’t it?

Noel: Did it break the coffee table or something?


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All of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ]

Top 5 Ships

Thanks @charming-little-liar​ for tagging me! I can’t think of an all time top 5, so I’m just going with my favourite fictional ships at the moment.  

Stydia (Teen Wolf)

A childhood crush developing into a mature and unbreakable bond between two characters. Stiles and Lydia have a connection that is unparalleled and they will always bring each other back.

Princess Rover (The Shannara Chronicles) 

The chemistry was undeniable from that very first scene. The tension and ‘care’ between them was always simmering under the surface. A couple with so much potential that my heart breaks knowing how it ends.

Malec (Shadowhunters)

Perfect example of a couple that seem like complete opposites at first but when you get deeper you see how much they inspire and balance each other. They’re just perfect together and I can’t wait to see their love blossom even more.

Bechloe (Pitch Perfect)

Chloe supports Beca unconditionally even when it hurts. They can go from hilarious and adorable to angsty and dramatic in a matter of seconds. The lingering glances, the flirtatious comments and those goddamn winks - how can you not ship them?

Dramione (The Harry Potter Series)

Breathtaking fanfictions. So much potential if given the chance (and a redemption). They’re complimentary, powerful and would challenge each other in ways they both need and deserve. My safe place will always be shipping these two.

I tag @majesticcupcakequeen90, @rising-chip, @olivieblake, @ravenoctavenreyes, @lyricfulloflight, @polloputa, @jetaimehiddles etc

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Just a quick update from my first full day during my work trip to Birmingham Alabama. The first two pics were taken during a quick break from my all day meeting. The meeting has been going smoothly and once again I am being treated well by the many people I am meeting at the Birmingham office.

The last pic was taken at a place called Taco Mama where my team went for dinner. It was delicious and I loved my pomegranate margarita :) As you can see, I was wearing my rainbow heart necklace in honor of pride month. (Also the humidity had done a number on my hair)

I forgot to mention that yesterday while I was at the airport (in my flowered sun dress ..see earlier post) my team and I went to Chilis in the terminal. The bartender was a sweet guy who at one point said to me “here you go, young lady.” I wasn’t the one running the tab either so he was not just angling for a good tip. He is now my favorite new bartender :) Thanks Mike the Bartender, that made my day!

-Ari

A Little Too Tight Part 2

Pairing: Hux x Reader
Summary: Second Part to A Little Too Tight where you decide to step out of uniform code yet again in hopes to arouse your General. 
Warnings: Wayyyy NSFW again. Choking, cussing, sex, spanking.
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: So idk how I feel about how this came out?? I love the dialogue but idk I’m a garbage can lmao. I really want to continue this like a 2.5 part where you see Hux’s softer side with aftercare and then a Part 3 where it’s a couple months later and you’ve been trained so well so he takes you to meetings with him as a “treat”. Idk request it if you want those extensions. 

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