The castle is in serious need of repair after a particularly bad battle and the paladins are stuck on a luckily peaceful and welcoming planet for several months. Having warded off the galra trying to attack their planet, the inhabitants are so happy that they throw the paladins a huge parade (lance is so excited he might shed more than a few happy tears).
Allura is slightly concerned that they don’t have the parts they need for their ship repairs nor do they have the money (or correct currency) to purchase them. During the parade, she sees how enamored the citizens are with the paladins and gets An Idea™.
Within a few weeks, Allura is running a full-blown merch business.
The planet has some version of the internet and Pidge puts together a webstore. Sales go crazy.
They make shitty felt fake paladin armor and plastic bayards.
Shiro is forced to model all of it.
At first, it weirds them the fuck out when they head into the city and little aliens come running up to them in paladin costumes.
They have contests to see who is the most popular paladin by counting how many kids wear their armor.
Hunk wins. Hunk always wins.
And Lance sulks for two days afterwards.
One time Hunk saw a little boy cooking with his mom in yellow armor and he just c r i e s
Little paladin action figures that say phrases when you push a button on them.
Shiro’s is “Paladins, form Voltron!” and the rest of the paladins didn’t realize the involuntary reactions they had developed in response to that phrase until a little kid pushes Shiro-toy’s button in public. Lance turned so fast he swears he got whiplash.
When you push Keith’s it’s just a lot of angry yelling.
Allura trying to record for the toys: “Pidge can you PLEASE keep this pg” “I think the fuck not.”
Little alien kids just beating the shit out of each other with their fake bayards.
Lance tries to join in but “WOOOAAHHH buddy you have a actual gun Not Plastic can you please think through something for once in your life goddammit Lance.”
Keith has a secret soft spot for kids and everyone watches dumbfounded as he teaches excited little aliens basic sword fighting maneuvers and spars them with plastic swords.
“WHOEVER REPLACED MY BAYARD WITH A PLASTIC ONE AGAIN”
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
a/n: i’m v sorry this took so long, i didn’t even realize it had been nearly two months since ss 5! time is going by too quickly, but i think i’ve truly found a solidified plot line to the point where i think i’ve speculated where everything will go and therefore than means more concrete chapters, sooner updates and a finalized chapter count! i cut this chapter off a little early bc i didn’t want to head into the next part just yet, but stay tuned for Jin’s party kiddos :) much love to all those patient guppies who stayed by my side and encouraged me to continue despite the many setbacks i felt.
*spoilers for if you are not up to date with either the show or infernal devices*
In the show you are introduced to yin fen as if it were any other recreational drug. Izzy gets hooked on it and displays the typical drug addict symptoms: cravings, fever, jitteriness, ect. She is shown to be addicted to it, she is willing to do anything to get more of it; she is shown to be a very typical, unflatteringly painted, drug addict.
This completely destroys and undermines Jem Carstairs’ entire character arc.
It is immediately established in Clockwork Angel that Jem is not a drug addict in the common sense. Yin fen is not a metaphor for meth or cocaine or any other recreational drug. It is a metaphor for the wasting, cureless diseases of the day, such as consumption or typhoid or something:
A hero […] who was condemned to die young of a fatal demonic illness, no matter how desperate the efforts were to save him, just as in reality victims of consumption sickened and died without penicillin(Forward of Clockwork Princess, pg. 4)
Clare states it clearly herself, yin fen is not a recreational drug like the show made it to be.
By giving Izzy this plotline, they have ruined any chance of Jem’s arc making any sense at all. People would see that Jem is addicted to yin fen and not be able to understand why he can’t just kick the habit. It wouldn’t make any sense that the drug is killing him, turning his hair and eyes silver and paling his skin, because this very obviously not what happens to Izzy. Izzy isn’t dying, she just feels like she is.
It is made very clear that Jem hates what yin fen has done to him. He hates that he must rely on it, he despises how it has stolen his life from him. And while he compares it to the Opium in China and himself to the addicts(thus offering a compelling metaphor about colonialism and racism):
The British bring opium into China by the ton. They have made a nation of addicts out of us. In Chinese we call it ‘foreign mud’ or ‘black smoke’. In some ways Shanghai, my city, is built on opium. It wouldn’t exist as it does without it. The city is full of dens where hollow-eyed men starve to death because all they want is the drug, more of the drug. They’ll give anything for it. I used to despise men like that. I couldn’t understand how they were so weak.
There was one thing they couldn’t fix, though. I had become addicted to the substance the demon had poisoned me with. My body was dependent on it the way an opium addict’s body is dependent on the drug.
(Clockwork Angel, ch. 15, pg. 339-340)
He also makes it very clear that the drug is more of an bastardized medicine:
After weeks of experimentation they decided that nothing could be done: I could not live without the drug. The drug itself meant a slow death, but to take me off it would mean a very quick one.
The yin fen is what keeps Jem alive, and he despises that. He wants to burn bright like Will does, he wants to live to grow old with Tessa(though not for her but that’s another rant). This why he throws it in the fire in Clockwork Princess, why he was taking less of it. He loathes relying on it.
This is not the case with Izzy. Izzy, like most drug addicts, craves how good the yin fen makes her feel. She actively wants more of it. It is not a unavoidable and cruel medicine, it is a recreational drug.
But the worst aspect of this is that it plays right into the negative and degrading view the other Shadowhunters have of Jem and further causes and creates Jem’s greatest fear.
The books works extremely hard to make it very clear that Jem Carstairs is not a drug addict. It is consistently referred to as his illness, the other characters work hard to combat this kind of thinking in the novels themselves. This plays into the vilification of the Lightwoods especially, with Gabriel constantly saying awful and derogatory things about Jem:
“You’re a decent Shadowhunter, James,” [Gabriel] said, “and a gentleman. You have your–disability, but no one blames you for that.”
(Clockwork Angel, ch. 9, pg. 206)
“I think,” Gabriel said, “that perhaps you might consider whether jokes about opium are either amusing or tasteful, given the…situation of your friend Carstairs.”
Will froze. Still in the same tone of voice, he said, “You mean his disability?
Gabriel blinked. “What?”
“That’s what you called it. Back at the Institute. His ‘disability’.” Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.”
(Clockwork Angel, Ch. 11, pg. 269)
Not only this, but the scenes during and after Jem retrieves Will from the Drug Den, are extremely telling.
When Jem drags Will out of the den, the reader sees him lose his temper for the first time:
“You did not have to come and fetch me like some child. I was having quite a pleasant time.”
Jem looked back at him. “God damn you,” he said, and hit Will across the face, sending him spinning. Will didn’t lose his footing, but fetched up against the side of the carriage, his hand to his cheek. His mouth was bleeding. He looked at Jem with total astonishment.
(Clockwork Prince, ch. 9, pg. 195)
In this moment, Jem is so blindingly angry at Will, even Tessa observes herself how this was so utterly unlike him, because he feels as if Will is mocking Jem and his addiction by going and getting high on a drug when Jem is literally dependent and dying because of the yin fen.
“There’s no cure,” […] “I will die, and you know it, Tess. Probably within the next year. I am dying, and I have no family in the world, and the one person I trusted more than any other made sport of what is killing me.”
“He knows what it means to me,” he said. “To see him even toy with what has destroyed my life–”
(Clockwork Angel, ch. 9, pg. 200)
Because Jem has to battle against the label of a drug addict everyday, and his biggest fear is that he is just a addict, that that’s all anyone sees. He hates that label. Which, as seen, is openly talked about in the books. This is such a big deal that Will actually apologizes for it:
“I went to that den because I could not stop thinking about my family, and I wanted–I needed–to stop thinking,” said Will. “It did not cross my mind that it would look like I was making a mockery out of your sickness. I suppose I am asking your forgiveness for my lack of consideration.”
(Clockwork Prince, ch. 11, pg. 247)
Even though Will makes a point to never apologize about anything so that others will hate him. He apologizes to Jem for this thoughtlessness because he realizes how royally he messed up.
All of this is totally disregarded in Izzy’s storyline. People entering into TID after watching the show will be confused and not understand how Jem is sick and dying and is not really a drug addict at all. In short, they will enter into the novels with a prejudice and misunderstanding of Jem, and see him just like the other Shadowhunter’s do: a weak drug addict.
tl;dr:the show totally ruins and misconstrues and mocks Jem’s character arc by giving Izzy such a typical(and utterly incorrect) recreational drug addict storyline and I am furious about it.
OKIE DOKIE SMOKEY IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF ‘LISTEN TO VAL BECAUSE I HAVE IMPORTANT SHIT TO TELL YOU’ PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES VERSION
literally people in edwardian england fighting zombies
I mean sam riley
in edwardian costume fighting zombies
honestly if those two sentences did not have your attention idek how to help you
not the most ground breaking plot but children listen to me
the proposal scene
the p r o p o s a l s c e n e
I HAVE NEVER SEEN A BETTER REPRESENTATION OF THE WORDS FIGHT ME IN CINEMA BEFORE
the kisses in this movie were not pg-13 christ save me
I mean, good lord
these were some ‘their tongues dueled for dominance’ jaw-rotting motherfuckers
CONVIENIENT CORSET AND VEST RIPPING
I do not know which god I managed to please somehow but I intend to keep doing it. If this is hell serve me a fuckin’ margarita bartender I plan on staying for a long goddamn time
sam riley stomping around in edwardian leather jackets people come on
occasionally a zombie shows up
cersei lannister has an eyepatch and ninjas
I’m not joking ugh I don’t want to spoil it but I LITERALLY HAD TO PUNCH @florentinequill DURING THE PROPOSAL SCENE BECAUSE I WAS 95% SURE SHE FLATLINED AND WAS IN THE PROCESS OF DYING THERE IS A VERY SPECIFIC MOMENT DURING THAT FIGHT WHICH WILL END YOUR PITIFUL MORTAL EXISTENCE
I have never seen more ‘I hate you but suddenly I am finding you very attractive what is this weird boner’ looks exchanged between two people in such a short time what is going on
there were zombies somewhere in there idk
there’s a white wet shirt scene in tribute to Colin Firth, enjoy
I don’t know how many people remember this but there was this one line at the beginning of ACOTAR that really stood out to me the first time I was reading it. When Feyre’s talking about when her mom died and the promise she made she says:
“In our world where we’d forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.” (pg. 16)
This is never brought up again in the rest of the book or in the entirety of ACOMAF but this might be part of the reason Feyre was so upset with Rhys when she found out about the mating bond. She’s grown up with this belief that a promise was everything and if you broke it it was considered this huge betrayal.
“He’d-he’d promised not to lie, not to keep things from me.” (pg. 494)
“‘You promised-you promised no secrets, no games. You promised.’” (pg. 495)
Rhys told her that they wouldn’t keep secrets and everything and considering that he kept this huge secret from her, while his intentions were good, I think Feyre definitely had a right to be upset and not see it that way. I also think her reaction had to do with Tamlin. During the scene where Feyre’s confronting Rhys about the bond there’s a lot of internal dialogue on top of the things actually being said out loud.
“Something in my chest was caving in on itself. Some part I’d thought long gone.” (pg. 495)
“'I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to hear you explain how you assumed you knew what was best, that I couldn’t handle it-’
'I didn’t do that—’
'I don’t want to hear you tell me that you decided I was to be kept in the dark while your friends knew, while you all decided what was right for me-’” (pg. 496)
“And I saw the pain and sorrow I his eyes. Saw it and didn’t care, not as that thing in my chest was twisting and breaking. Not as my heart—my heart—ached, so viciously that I realized it’d somehow been repaired in these past few months. Repaired by him. And now it hurt.” (pg. 496)
I think it’s pretty clear the whole situation was reminding her of what it felt like when she was with Tamlin and people were making decisions for her again. Of course we know it was actually the opposite of that with Rhys, he was trying to make sure she made the choice herself to be with him, but it makes sense that Feyre would see it that way. It hadn’t really been that long since she’d left Tamlin and all the pain was still there, even if she was healing it was still very much there and this was kind of opening that back up again and bringing back those memories. As sad as it is that she didn’t react well to the mating bond it’s understandable. I know people wanna hate on her for it but just looking at it from her perspective it does make sense that she would feel like that.
Friendly reminder that when Feyre and Lucien were circled by the Bogge, this is what Feyre did to keep calm…
“I stared at the coarse trunk of a distant elm, thinking of pleasant things … A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.” -ACOTAR pg 90
And why is a night sky what our dear Feyre chose to think about??? Because Rhys had been sending her images of what calmed him, what brought him peace Under the Mountain, every time he felt the connection to her over the last several years.
The fourth wall has broken, and the ask box is OPEN!
Now accepting asks for Devil and Darling while the first Reaper Bendy AU comic is in the pipeline! Anything goes, just try to keep it PG.
Credit where it’s due: Huge shout-out to @spudinacup as the AU was conceived in their stream chat. Without the nudge from the wonderful folks in that chat I wouldn’t have had the guts to work on something like this. Also shouting out to @the-strawberry-martini for helping me decide on the little bow tie brooches when I was indecisive!
Prompt: Jughead Jones x reader, Reader is an artist with a crush on Jughead and the feelings are mutual but have never been addressed. One day Juggy finds readers sketchbook forgotten at his house and sees drawings of him (some are of other things and people, but mostly him) ranging from cute and innocent to erotic and sensual moments between them. He confronts her and it’s a cute, fluffy mess full of long kisses and touches and azkdfuvbv please?
A/N: This is super cute and I hope I did it justice!
(Y/N) was known around Riverdale for her art. Sketches, Paintings, Anything she could get her hands onto turned into beautiful pieces of art.
A lot of homes around town even had at least one or more pieces by her. She was the town’s artist since she was 9 years old.
She’s painted portraits the Blossoms, a scene from the diner for Pops, many other beautiful settings around town for others to see the beauty of their town.
But the one thing that she loved to draw the most was a boy named Jughead Jones lll.
They had been best friends since what feels like the dawn of time. Hell (Y/N) had introduced Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper to Her beloved Jughead.
Now in Sophomore year of High School, everyone but Jug knew of her crush on him. They insisted it was mutual but she just never saw it. It wasn’t until Jughead himself saw the sketches she tried so hard to hide, that he decided to tell her.
This was going to be a blurb but I got way too excited and now, I’m thinking about a part two. Anyways, I’d just like to say that I’ve been seeing a lot of fics on thigh riding these past couple of days and I don’t want anyone to think I’m copying or stealing ideas. This was requested nearly a week ago and there’s got to be a million and two thigh riding pieces so just DON’T. Okay, hope you enjoy.
“Ya know, caesar salads really get me going, too.” He chuckled as he stepped tauntingly towards her.
She rolled her eyes, “Fuck you.”
“I bet tha’s what ya want,”
Y/N wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed with the fact that she had soaked through her panties and was now biting back pitiful mewls as she rutted against the chair or the fact that she’d gotten terribly horny at her family dinner table with her her cocky, shit-eating grin bearing, boyfriend watching in amusement with that stupid twinkle in his eye.
She figured, if she kept her attention on the conversation the rest of the table was having, she could forget about the current mess she’d made of herself, but, it seemed the longer she deprived herself of what she so desperately needed, the stronger that urge to sneak off to the bathroom with Harry in tow became. How she’d gotten into this predicament was beyond her, but now she was in a hole she couldn’t climb out of.
And Harry was definitely not helping.
He sat across the table from her, toying with his bottom lip to disguise the arrogant smile he’d been sporting since he realized the reason behind her red cheeks and dilated eyes. Every so often, he’d bump her foot with his before sending a knowing glance. At one point, he’d even gone as far as to slowly lick the sauce from his fingers while keeping his eyes locked on hers, hollowing his cheeks as he slid them out until reaching his fingertips and releasing them with a pop. And once he saw her clenching her fists and fidgeting in her seat, he’d ask, “Y/N, you feeling alright?”
And each time the only reply he received was a tight-lipped, “Yes.” And a rather harsh glare.
Her mind was clouded by selfish desires and the longer the dinner ran, the more and more she considered acting upon those irrational thoughts – maybe no one would assume anything if she discreetly grinded against her chair – and now she was sure the evidence of her arousal would be clear for all to see. Curse her for wearing a dress.
Summary: Although Keith may not consider himself a theorist, he figures the impulse that fuels his own inertia is the only force that can stop Lance’s aimless velocity. They just fit. Far be it from him question the laws of nature. [Pining!Keith]
Summary: The prospect of piloting the Red Lion had excited Lance at first, even if the mere thought of abandoning the Blue Lion made him uneasy. In hindsight, that should have been his first clue that something was bound to go wrong. Omnipresent robot lions were usually right about these things. [Soulbond, Black Paladin!Keith]
Summary: Their relationship had always been backward like that, needing to turn left before they turn right. They go up just so they can come back down and one step forward for every two steps back. They’d been running in circles so long that they skid the turn when they try to stop. Everything is urgent and feverish.
Alternately, the one in which Lance is handsy and Keith just really wants to kiss him. [Friends With Benefits]
Summary: “If by dream, you mean your worst nightmare, then yes, sweet Paladin.” Lotor’s voice was soft and saccharine as he crept closer Lance, lips pulling into a twisted, cruel smile. “I am the vengeance my father seeks, the fear you feel in the nights, I am—”
“Batman,” Lance whispered.
“Lance,” Keith whispered. “Please don’t antagonize Zarkon’s son.”
Or: Lance and Keith get captured. Lotor is a Diva. There’s kissing, and somehow they escape too, but who’s really here for that?
Summary: When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron’s fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon.
Needless to say, when he’d wished for a ‘bonding moment’ with Lance, this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. [Mental Link/Soul Bond]
Summary: It starts like this: Lance looking up at the scoreboard only a few days into his Garrison training and muttering to himself, “What the hell kind of a name is Keith?” – Or, Keith and Lance fall in love. Eventually. DAY 2: love // hate [Enemies to Friends to Lovers]
Summary: "The first time Lance meets Keith, Rihanna’s “S&M” is playing in the background, which Lance thinks is incredibly ironic considering where they are. Also, Keith’s naked.“ [BDSM AU, Safe; Sane; Consensual, WIP]
Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.
Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.
With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn. [Dancer AU]
Summary: Two Paladins become two rough and tumble mercenaries, donning their leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own), and fighting to get off this bleak, crime-filled planet.
Also known as Lance and Keith’s Space Cowboy Adventures. [Space Cowboys, Canon Divergence, WIP Series]
Summary: When Lance is the last of the paladins to be recovered after their separation through the corrupted wormhole, everyone is a little concerned for him, considering how much Lance likes to be around people. Surprisingly, Keith seems to be the most concerned of all.
But that concern quickly shifts to flustered preoccupation when Keith finally finds Lance and discovers that his time living on an uninhabited jungle planet have wrought some changes in the Blue Paladin. Some really nice changes. Turns out there are no barbers or hair stylists in the jungle, and Keith? Is unexpectedly okay with this. Really okay with this. Oh boy. [Hair Kink? Hair Length Kink?]
Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important. [BDSM]
Summary: This is a tale of two countries finding peace, a tale of a jealous emperor, and a tale of how a team was put together to save these two countries from their doom.
The kingdom of Altea seeks peace with its Galran Empire neighbor, but the tyrannic Emperor Zarkon refuses to let Altea flourish while his turns to sand. It takes a prince, a general, a hitman, an inventor, a smith, and a guild of assassins to ensure that peace will reign throughout the continent of Cygnus. [Dragon Riders/Fantasy AU]
Summary: Keith has a death wish and his entire department knows it. Running back into the flames of cleared buildings as if he’s looking for a way to die a hero. The way his detective friend did. But the EMT with the pretty blue eyes hasn’t given up on him just yet. And oddly enough… neither has the dead detective… [Firefighter/EMT AU, Mystery, WIP]
Summary: Lance starts to get hot and bothered by the fact Keith sometimes gives out congratulatory ass slaps, and it becomes an issue when they start dating and it’s hard for Lance to ask for what he wants. [Spanking]
Summary: “Dude,” says Lance — foolishly, because it means he has to breathe and now if they get sucked out into the vacuum of space, he’ll suffocate — “Are you mutating? Is this going to be the kind of deal where you get all messed up and turn into a horrible monster?” [Galra!Keith, Friends With Benefits, WARNINGS: slightly dark fic, Dom/sub undertones, body horror, consent issues and not entirely healthy relationship, under negotiated kink]
BTS Reaction to You Thinking You’re Too Heavy For Their Lap
“Where is this nonsense coming from? You’re perfect the way you are. So, come and sit on my lap, now.” You and he had a body worship session later. but y’all gotta keep it pg rn bc of the children i mean other members.
“You’re too heavy? Yeah and I suck in bed, now that we both told lies, let’s get back to watching the movie.” He shut down that shit down so fast. He was not amused that you thought that way of yourself.
“Does that mean you are too heavy for this dick?” Hobi didn’t care if other people heard him. Hoseok is the king of curves. He loves your curves more than Yoongi loves music. Hoseok then spent that night making sure you knew how much he loved your body and after he would whisper sweet nothings after the rough, but sweet, night.
(this gif sent me into cardiac arrest)
When you told him that you were too heavy for his lap he was glad the other members weren’t around. One hand was cradling your face and the other was on your ass. His lips were on yours.
“My babygirl/boy is never too heavy for me,” Namjoon whispered.
Jimin sat and listened as you ranted about how you thought you were heavy for him. He understood you completely having thought the same thing about himself at one point, and every once in a while.
“I love you no matter what you look like. I fell in love with who you are as a person, your beautiful body is just a plus.” His eyes would stare into yours and you knew he was telling the truth.
“But jagi, you’re perfect! How can you think such things?” He asked. He was devastated that you couldn’ t see you in the way he did. “Every time I look at you I can’t help but ask myself how I am so lucky to have someone as great as you.”
“You. Me. Bedroom. Now.” He spent all night worshiping your body. He whispered things he loved about your body every time he fucked up into you. He took his time, too. Your body was perfect to him and made sure you knew that.
Things I was screaming internally about while reading “The Adventures of Charls, the Veretian Cloth Merchant”
HUGE SPOILERS AHEAD!
“It was obvious that Lamen was not a cloth merchant, he did not know enough about silk. No. He obviously was just a merchant’s assistant.” Good guess, Charls. That explains everything, Charls. You’re so clever, Charls.
Charles: “It’s a good thing King Damianos is in Delpha and does not have to worry about prince Laurent being out here.” Damen: “Yeeeah…”
Laurent: “Charls is a common name in Vere.” Damen: “Yes, and getting more common with every day.” Me: #dead
Laurent: “We don’t have any Kemptian silk… Oh, did you think we did?! I’m so sorry, golly-gosh, silly me, how awkward.”
Damen getting jealous that his gay boyfriend stays alone in a room with a lady. Even though they were not really alone. “Laurent is out of my sight, goodness me, I’m so uncomfortable, Charls, halp!”
Smb: “Charls tricked king Damianos.” Damen (jumping up): “No, he did not!” Me: “Gosh, LAMEN, how would YOU know, haha, don’t listen to him.” Do you have any chill, dude? You’ve spent a year “in disguise” in Vere. You’ve learnt nothing, have you?
“You do have nice eyes”
Damen: “You won’t sit in my lap?” Laurent: “Charls will faint.” Charls: “Oh yes, he will, plz don’t.”
Someone insulting Laurent and Damen going into berserk mode. And Lauren is not even trying to stop him, like “You go, boo! Show them what’s for!.. These are your subjects after all…”
Laurent throwing olives. Icant.
Charls, sitting with Laurent and Alexon behind the overturned table, meeting new people, making new friends, while Laurent provides updates on his boyfriend teaching other people some manners through loud bangs and roars.
Charls worrying that they broke some jars and stole the meat. Such a pure innocent soul, let me hug you, real Charls.
The whole rabbit skinning scene. I had to cover my face with my hands and sob for about 12 minutes. Can you imagine Damen going back to Laurent? Laurent: “So, what did he want with you?” Damen: “He said that it’s not fitting for a prince to skin a rabbit. So I have to do it.”
“This heart-stopping breach of etiquette averted, Charls returned to the camp” – there were literal tears on my face. Good job, Charls. You saved the day.
Charls realizing that Damen is useless and “has no real skills whatsoever” and getting a headache. Those good for nothing royal people, amiright, Charls?
Laurent laughing. Like, really laughing, easily and merrily. Remember the time we were all stunned by seeing him simply smile?
What a time to be alive!
“Charles supposed that he and Guilliame were two of the few who knew the truth of Lamen’s origins.” Oh my sweet baby boy Charls, oh hun, sweetoms, sugar bear… are you in for a big surprise.
Smb: “I heard king Damianos spent six hours in bed with that one wrestler guy.” Damen: “Uhh, try seven hours.” Me: “But LAMEN, it’s not like you were there to be able to provide such commentary, gaaawd!!!” Seriously though. How often do you think Laurent had to facepalm during CP and PG? Like “If I didn’t already know who you really are, this is where you would’ve betrayed your true personality.” “And here.” “And again.” “Are you even serious anymore?” “I feel like it’s insulting to my own intellect to keep pretending that I don’t know who you are.” “At this point I’m just curious for how long you can keep it up.”
Damen trying to tell Charls who he is, but Charls interrupts him with “No sweat, Lamen. It’s natural to feel nervous around noble people, Lamen. Don’t worry, Lamen. I got your back, Lamen. Just act natural, Lamen.”
Damen hiding from Heiron by pulling his hat over his eyes. How did it even work? The dude’s huge!
Is there anyone in this party who isn’t a noble in disguise? Poor Charls.
Alexon said that a kyros should know stuff about wool and trade – instant BFFs!
“I’ll stay with Laurent for as long as he wants me”.
We got to see the words “King Laurent of Vere”.
How blessed are we.
“There is someone I want you to meet.”
I hope “Lamen, why are you dressed up like the King?” weren’t Charls’ last words before he died of heart attack.
A/N: I have no idea, honestly. I just was playing a door game and this is the first scenario I got??? I’m going to make more based on the door games I play, so watch out. (P.S. this is my first smut fic ever please don’t bash me for being bad at this)
It was no secret to anyone that you and Taehyung were best friends.
In fact, if someone didn’t notice how close you and the boxy-smiled boy were, they were literally seen as the most unintelligent and oblivious people in the world. Mostly due to the fact that you and Tae were basically attached at the hip, always joking around and play fighting and bickering and just acting like toddlers around each other.
If there was a day you didn’t see him, there were approximately four-quadrillion messages, three missed calls, and seven voicemails (you don’t even know how he manages that, but-) left on your phone by the time you go to bed.
And this phone-splosion is what you’ve been experiencing for the past week or so.
This is so long I’m so sorry!!! Anyway, Tom Holland Peter Parker X Reader, enjoy!!!!
Word Count: 2603
Summary: After a princess filled movie night, you tell Peter your princess dreams. Being the person he is, he decides to try and make that dream a reality.
“I wonder what it’s like.” You pulled your legs up onto the couch, sitting on top of them.
“What what’s like?” Your best friend, Peter Parker, sat on the floor in front of the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“Being a princess. For real.” You grabbed the TV remote and clicked the off button, turning the previously colorful screen black. “Can’t you just imagine it, Pete?”
“Oh yeah, that princess life would be awesome.”
“Oh, you know what I meant,” you said with a laugh, swinging a pillow in his direction. He dodged it with a smile, tossing a handful of popcorn in your direction to fight back. “I just think it’d be refreshing.”
“To rule an entire kingdom?”
“No, to just be somewhere new. Plus, who doesn’t want to wear a beautiful gown?” Peter opened his mouth to speak, but you swung the pillow at him again. “You know what I meant!”
“Alright, alright, truce!” Peter laughed, pulling the pillow from your grasp. “I think that’s enough princess movies for tonight.”
“Just one more,” you insisted, clicking the TV back on. “I think… Beauty and the Beast should close out our movie night.”
“Fine. I’ll put it in.” Peter stood to find the disk and put it in. “Am I Adam or Belle this time?”
“Adam. I’m Belle, obviously.”
“Oh, right. You’re in a princess mood.” Peter pressed play and took his spot on the floor again, bowl of popcorn secure in his lap. He could hear you take in a breath as you prepared to sing the first song of the movie.
I love how, in Queen of Shadows, everyone keeps mentioning how handsome Rowan is.
Aedion: “You never bothered to tell me how handsome your faerie prince is, Aelin.”
Lysandra: “He’s spectacularly built.”
Lysandra: “Nesryn sent me a note this morning saying you had a new, very muscled guest staying and to bring some clothes. So I brought clothes. Looking at our guest, I’d say Nesryn undersold him a good deal, so the clothes might be tight-not that I’m objecting to that one bit-but he can use them until you get others.”
Chaol: “And Rowan… Conveniently, in all her storytelling, Aelin had forgotten to mention that the prince was so handsome. A handsome Fae prince, whom she’d spent months living and training with.”
Lysandra: “That. That is what I want to find someday.”