this city is growing on me so much

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This award is so much larger than me. This moment is about visibility and about representation. What and who we see in the media defines our perception of the world around us, and so to see ourselves in this picture of what is ‘normal’ and what is acceptable and what is beautiful is absolutely vital. In saying that, so much of the work that has contributed to our progress as a community is far less glamorous than the work that I’m being honored for tonight.

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supergirl season 1 appreciation week
day 6: best arc (cat’s growth through kara)

I just want you to know that working for you is a true honor. You are my role model, and you lead this city with such strength and grace. And underneath that prickly exterior you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I just… I’m just trying to say thank you, for being an amazing mentor… and friend. 

Well, you’ve made quite the impression on me, too, Kiera.

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Growing up in Detroit is the best thing that has ever happened to me that I did not choose. […] I was fortunate to grow up in a very strong cultural environment around a lot of Black people, who when you are judged, it is not as “the Black girl in class,” or as “the only minority.” I grew up being judged as Simone, the kid who is kind of weird, and is a little goofy, but also really smart. For me, that was a confidence builder, and it did so much to help shape me into the woman that I am today. I am forever grateful to that city, and to the people who allowed me to be me. I wish that more people could experience that, and I hope that one day when I’m able to start a family that my kids will be able to live in an environment that also encourages that.

Your Breath on His

He’s part of the Mafia, and you’re part of their rival gang. What happens when you cross paths with Yoongi? 

Mafia! Yoongi 

Angst, Smut references, Slight fluff, Swearing

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A/N- Thank you so much for @suhotrashanon and @lanzdactor for helping me!! And @thefuturewillbeprosperous thank you for being so patient, I hope it is worth the wait :)  I tried my best to fit the complex request into something small-ish :)

I feel like it was a whole lot in a short span of time but I hope ya’ll like it anyway

Originally posted by jjks

The sun hangs low on the horizon, stretching its arms out, across the city as your body grows restless in the bed sheets. The black behind your eyelids soon evaporate into the harsh light creeping in through the gap in your curtains. The rise and fall of your chest steady as your heartbeat slows to a normal pace. Another nightmare, you sigh, wiping the bead of sweat from your forehead.

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He forces his back further into the wall, attempting to blend into shadows that remain from dusk. Clutching his deep wound closed, he uses the other hand to lean his weight up and over a fence. His footsteps echo through the hollow backstreets, others following close by. His energy drained body slides around one last corner before giving way to his weak legs.

“Where the fuck did that bastard Yoongi go,” a voice spits. Three others soon join behind the man, their breathing heavy. As their footsteps continue on, Yoongi relaxes further into the grass, watching them through a small gap between a hedge.

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[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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Muse Sentence Starters

This is for @xkaliahx Hehehe I like being clingy but she did say she liked MCR like me.

Anyways, These sentence starters are My Chemical Romance ones from their most famous songs.

Dead!-

  • “If you get to Heaven, I’ll be here waiting, babe.”
  • “Did you get what you deserved?”
  • “Have you heard the news that you’re dead?”
  • “No one ever had much nice to say.”
  • “I think they never liked you anyway.”
  • “Take me from the hospital bed.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be grand?”
  • “It ain’t exactly what you planned.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be great if we were dead?”
  • “Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish, you never fell in love.”
  • “’Cause now you’ve got maybe two weeks to live, is that the most you can give?”
  • “Oh, motherfucker.”
  • “If life ain’t just a joke, then why are we laughing?”
  • “If life ain’t just a joke, then why am I dead?!”

I Don’t Love You-

  • “Well when you go, don’t ever think I’ll try to make you stay.”
  • “And maybe when you get back, I’ll be off to find another way.”
  • “And after all that time you still owe, you’re still a good-for-nothing I don’t know.”
  • “So take your gloves and get out.”
  • “Better get out while you can.”
  • “When you go, would you even turn to say I don’t love you like I did yesterday.”
  • “Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, so sick and tired of all the needless beating.”
  • “But baby when they knock you down and out, is where you oughta stay…”
  • “You better get up while you can.”
  • “When you go, would you even have the guts to say, I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday.

Na Na Na-

  • “The future is bullet proof!”
  • “The aftermath is secondary, it’s time to do it now and do it loud!”
  • “Killjoys, make some noise!”
  • “Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don’t need it, but I’ll sell what you got, take the cash and I’ll keep it.”
  • “Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas and kill them all!”
  • “And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl…”
  • “You be my detonator.”
  • “Love gimme love, I don’t need but I’ll take what I want from your heart and keep it in a bag, in a box.”
  • “Put an X on the floor!”
  • Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more!”
  • “Shut up and sing it with me.”
  • “Let’s blow an artery!”
  • “Eat plastic surgery.”
  • “Keep your apology.”
  • “Give us more detonation!”
  • “Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.”
  • “Kiss me you animal!”
  • “Everybody wants to save the world, but no one wants to die.”
  • “Wanna try?”
  • “I’ll be your detonation!”
  • “Let this world explode.”

I’m Not Okay (I Promise)-

  • “Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say.”
  • “I never want to let you down or have you go.”
  • “It’s better off this way!”
  • “I’m not okay!”
  • “You wear me out.”
  • What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?”
  • “I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means…”
  • “I held you close as we both shook.”
  • “For the last time take a good hard look!”
  • “Forget about the dirty looks…”
  • “You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed!”
  • I’m okay…. I’m okay!”
  • “I-I’m okay now…”
  • “But you really need to listen to me, I mean it I’m okay!”
  • “Trust me. I’m not okay!”
  • “I’m really not okay!”
  • “I’m not o-fucking-kay!”
  • “Okay?!”

Famous Last Words-

  • “Now I know, that I can’t make you stay.”
  • “But where’s your heart?”
  • “And I know, there’s nothing I can say to change that part.”
  • “But can I speak?”
  • “Well it is hard understanding, I’m incomplete.”
  • “A life that’s so demanding.”
  • “I can’t speak.”
  • “I get so weak.”
  • “A love that’s so demanding, I can’t speak.”
  • “I am not afraid to keep on living.”
  • “I am not afraid to walk this world alone.”
  • “Honey if you stay, I’ll be forgiven.”
  • “Nothing you can say can stop me going home.”
  • “Can you see, my eyes are shining bright.”
  • “And I’m so weak.”
  • “I’m incomplete.”
  • “I get so weak.”
  • “I see you lying next to me with words I thought I’d never speak, awake and unafraid”
  • “Asleep or dead?”
  • “These bright lights have always blinded me.”

Helena~ So Long and Goodnight-

  • “What’s the worst you take?”
  • “For every heart you break.”
  • “For every blade you stain.”
  • “Well, I’ve been holding on tonight.”
  • “What’s the worst thing I can say?”
  • “Things are better if I stay.”
  • “So long, and goodnight.”
  • “Came a time, when every star fall bought you to tears again.”
  • “We are the very hurt you sold.”
  • ”And if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay.”
  • “Can you hear me?”
  • “Are you near me?”
  • “We can pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again.”
  • “When both our cars collide.”

Cancer-

  • “Turn away.”
  • “If you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped and faded.”
  • “Call (Insert Name) and help her/him gather all my things and bury me in all my favorite colors.”
  • “My sisters an my brothers…”
  • “Still, I will not kiss you.”
  • “’Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.”
  • “Now turn away, ‘cause I’m awful just to see.”
  • “’Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body.”
  • “Oh, my agony.”
  • “Know that I will never marry!”
  • “Baby, I’m just soggy from the chemo.”
  • “But counting down the days to go…. It just ain’t living!”
  • And I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I’ll ask you to be true because the hardest part of this is leaving you.”

Teenagers-

  • “I’m gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you.”
  • “Because I sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son/girl, So I can watch all the things you do.”
  • “Because the drugs never work.”
  • “They’re gonna give you a smirk.”
  • “’Cause they got methods to keeping you clean.”
  • “I’m gonna rip up your head, your inspirations to shreds.”
  • “Another cog in the murder machine.”
  • “All teenagers scare the living shit out of me.”
  • “I could care less, as long as some one’ll bleed.
  • “So darken my clothes.”
  • “I’ll strike a violent pose.”
  • “Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.”
  • “The boys and girls in the clique, the awful name that they stick, you’re never gonna fit in much kid/dear.
  • “But if you’re troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.”

Welcome To The Black Parade-

  • “When I was a young boy/girl my Father/Mother took me into the city to see a marching band.”
  • “He/She said Son/Girl when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?”
  • “He/She said, Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers? And the plans that they have made?”
  • “Because one day, I’ll leave you.”
  • “A phantom to lead you to the summer, to join the Black Parade.”
  • “Sometimes I get the feeling, she’s watching over me.”
  • “And other times I feel like I should go.”
  • “And through it all, the rise and fall the bodies in the streets.”
  • “And when I’m gone, I want you to know, we’ll carry on!”
  • “And when you’re dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on.”
  • “I’ll carry it on.”
  • “And in my heart I can’t contain it.”
  • “The anthem won’t explain it.”
  • “Your misery and hate will kill us all.”
  • “So paint it black and take it back, shout it loud and clear.”
  • “Defiant to the end we hear the call to carry on.”
  • “And though you’re broken and defeated, your weary widow marches.”
  • “On and on we’ll carry through the fears of disappointed faces of your peers.”
  • “Take a look at me cause I could not care at all.”
  • “Do or die, you’ll never make me ‘cause the world, will never take my heart.”
  • “Though you try, you’ll never break me!”
  • “We want it all, we wanna play this part.”
  • “Won’t explain or say I’m sorry.” 
  • “I’m not ashamed, I’m gonna show my scar.”
  • “Give a cheer for all the broken.”
  • “I’m just a boy/girl, I’m not a hero.”
  • “I. Don’t. Care!”
  • “Go and try, you’ll never break me!”
I’m almost four hundred years old, Alexander. Warlocks, as they get older, they start to calcify. They stop being able to feel things. To care, to be excited or surprised. I always told myself that would never happen to me. That I’d try to be like Peter Pan, never grow up, always retain a sense of wonder. Always fall in love, be surprised, be open about being hurt as much as I was open to being happy. But over the last twenty years or so I’ve felt it creeping up on me anyway. There was nobody before you for a long time. Nobody I loved. No one who surprised me or took my breath away. Until you walked into that party, I was starting to think I’d never feel anything that strongly again.
—  Magnus Bane, City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare
Scott McCall AU (part 4)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry this took a while, I’m thinking this will end soon…but remember, I have 2 other soulmate AUs planned as well. Please enjoy and send me feedback please! I’d really like to know what you guys think about this series since it’s so new to me, also thank you for 5.7k I love you all so much!

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You and Scott hadn’t stopped texting since you met in the dimly lit store. You had told your parents and your mom immediately dragged you to go shopping for your date.

“I don’t really want to wear a dress.” You sighed.

“Honey, you brought only jeans and shorts, at least dress up a little bit. It’s not everyday you get to go on a first date with your soulmate.” She reasoned.

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Bump Into You (Mycroft X Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

MYCROFT X READER

WORD COUNT: 843

WARNINGS: NONE

SUMMARY: You’re Molly’s best friend and have finally helped her get over Sherlock and her douchebag ex and finally found her a nice guy. Tonight he’s going to propose so you help Molly get ready then send her off for her big night. But when you bump into someone strangely familiar you decided to just go for it. It is only dinner!

A/N: Guys, I’mm sorry this sis so shit I’m so stressed and busy with college work I haven’t had time to write anything properly any anything I have started is getting done very slowly. So I will post those eventually, for now, you’ll have to deal with this. SORRY

Molly held up the dress she had picked out and grinned as she checked herself out in the mirror. I was so happy that this match had actually worked. Molly finally had a boyfriend and after tonight a possible fiancée not that she knew about that, though.

I’d been friends with Molly since university. We shared a flat during the first year and became firm friends since. She was shy and quiet while I was generally quite loud and outgoing, not to say I didn’t have my quiet moments I just was better at speaking to people I didn’t know. I’d set Molly and James up, had Sherlock double-check my assumptions on him to see if he wasn’t a complete pyscho like the rest of Molly’s choices had been in the past and the rest, as they say, is history.

James had called me yesterday asking whether I thought it was a good time to propose and of course I agreed. The pair were practically inseparable, so loved up it was almost sickening. But I was happy. My best friend had got her happy ending. And as much as she protested I did not need my own to be happy.

I had an amazing job, an amazing flat and an amazing set of friends and a dog named Richard. I didn’t need anyone else.

Molly got dressed and we chatted while she got ready. She did her hair fairly plainly and her make-up was a slight glammed up look of her usual. She looked gorgeous.

I walked her to the restaurant that she was meeting James, cursing when I realised how far it actually was and how bad my shoes were at long distances. Either way, it gave me time to give Molly her ‘pre-date pep talk’ not that she really needed it anymore, she practically lived with the guy nowadays but it had become a bit of a tradition between us. She gave the same speech to me before any date I went on too so it was equal.

I dropped her off and waved, pretending to act like a proud mother crying as she sent her children off to school for the first time. This made Molly laugh and I knew everything was going to be okay. My Molly was growing up!

I began walking back, deciding to go the different way home through Central London, my favourite part of the city. It took a lot longer and I really should take a taxi but it was such a nice evening and I loved walking beside the Thames at this time of day. The water always looked so pretty, reflecting the burning colours in the sky, much nicer than the murky grey visible during the day.

I strolled along, humming a song I’d heard on the radio earlier having a really nice time when suddenly someone crashed into me. They knocked me back so I fell onto the pavement, tripping on my feet.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” They apologised, helping me up.

“Oh crap I’m sorry,” I apologised at the same time, as I bent down to pick up the man’s umbrella. A strange thing to be calling round in the middle of summer but whatever.

“It’s no problem, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” The man shrugged.

“No, you weren’t really,” I laughed, “I’m sorry but I feel like we’ve met before. Do you know Sherlock Holmes?”

“Sherlock? Yes… who are you?”

“Y/n. Y/n l/n. I used to live upstairs from him a while ago. I swear I saw you there before,”

“You’re the girl with the assassin for a brother,”

“Yep!” I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Unfortunately so,”

“Well, Y/n. You were right in thinking we’d met before,” The man nodded with a smirk planted on his lips. “Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock’s brother,”

I was taken back for a moment. This was Mycroft? The big, bad, drug searching, the British government, eating all the cakes Mycroft. Sherlock had certainly painted a seriously warped picture of his brother for me. The man that stood before me now was nothing like how I’d imagined. Though, to be fair I had imagined someone that looked like the fat controller mixed with Sheldon from The Bing Bang Theory.

The real Mycroft was very well dressed, obviously intelligent and had an air of high class and mystery about him. If I didn’t know any better I would have just taken him for some stick up the ass bank CEO.

“You’re Mycroft?” I asked, amazed and in disbelief. Mycroft laughed and seemed surprised that I was so amazed.

“Yes, that’s my name,”

“I’m sorry, it’s just Sherlock has told me a lot about you and well-“

“He is a drama queen,” Mycroft rolled his eyes, I laughed in agreement.

“Well, how about you tell me about yourself over dinner tonight,” I sudden flurry of confidence suddenly coming from nowhere, “Seeing as Sherlock has over dramatised everything about you that I can visibly see,”

“Sure,” Mycroft shrugged, “I have nothing else to do tonight I suppose,”

“You had dinner with my brother!” 

“Yes, I’ve had dinner with your brother lots of times now, Sherlock. Is it really that bad that someone might be interested in him?” 

“Yes! Especially if that person if you!” 


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A Man Of No Consequence, chapter 7

A Man Of No Consequence - Ardyn x fem Reader (NSFW)
COMPLETE. All chapters may contain spoilers!

CH 1: Into The Lion’s Mouth
CH 2: Famous Seafood
CH 3: The Covenant
CH 4: Blind Spot
CH 5: The Revelation
CH 6: In The Lap of The Gods
CH 7: Across the Seas
CH 8: In The Lap of The Gods, Revisited
CH 9: Callings
CH 10: Hand of a King, Heart of a King
CH 11: Into the Dark
CH 12: Breath Of The Glacian
CH 13: Redemption
CH 14: Cure for Insomnia
CH 15: A Gentleman’s Agreement


Chapter 7: Across the Seas

Running through the narrow streets, you squeeze your bags in your hands. I’m late. I’m gonna be too late, and he’s going to leave me here, out of spite… You turn a corner, bumping into an elderly man casually walking down the alleyway.

“Hey watch where you’re going!”

“So sorry! I’m so sorry!” you shout in passing, hurrying down the stairs on the alley that leads towards the main road.

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5/5/17 recs

1. Twin Lilies by Saiyan_Lion   |   Rated T, 11k (WIP)

Summary: Ever wonder what price someone is willing to pay for a second chance at life? For Agape and Eros, a notorious mercenary team, they are willing to pay high for that chance.

If only a certain silver-haired agent from Russia would get off their tail.

  • Comment: A fic off to a good beginning, the relationship between Yuuri and Yurio is a strong point. The dynamic between Yuuri and Victor is amusing, and I’m quite curious to learn more about their backstories and how this fic continues to play out.

2. I Want It All by venoms   |   Rated T, 5k (WIP)

Summary: When Katsuki Yuuri misses the podium by half a point and finds himself in fourth place during the 2015 Grand Prix Final, he is ready to give up, but Yakov Feltsman sees something in him and offers to coach him the following season in Russia alongside his idol, Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky, whose next season is his senior debut.

  • Comment: A “vicchan lives” fic with only the first chapter out, but off to a good start. I look forward to how it continues — the writing is really interesting at times (a visual pun at one point, which brought me amusement) and all in all a fic to watch, I think.

3. That April (you were knowable) by llythl    |    Rated T, 10k (WIP)

Summary: “He said there were dead bodies buried beneath the tree,” Victor explains, eyes wide.

Yuuri remembers his sister telling him in passing that Victor could not be more typical as a tourist - possessing a charming naivete that was really only charming when it was not doing any harm.

Hasetsu shenanigans: Set just after Victor and Yuri (Plisetsky) arrive in Hasetsu. On Yuuri learning - and re-learning.

  • Comment: A touching fic, sort of in-between episodes fic based off of official art. The author captures a tentative feeling of the early stages of Yuuri and Victor’s relationship in Hasetsu, like a fragile thing you can cup in your hands. I don’t know how to describe it precisely, but this fic captures that early phase of a relationship so well. Intensely recommend. 

4. Wishin’ and Hopin’ by darlingholocene   |   Rated T, 7k (WIP)

Summary: “I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.

Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.

  • Comment: YES. Yuuri is fumbling and hilarious, and Victor’s office is full of concerned employees that love him enough to jokingly mock him in an office group chat. The dynamic amusing so far, and Victor’s character makes me ache, a little. I hope to see him growing happier soon. (Also god bless Mila and Chris)

5. the basics of flight by seunggilonice, tremelo (glissendo)    |  Rated T, 8k (WIP)

Summary: The story of a boy with wings and a boy without.

"Aren’t you mad at me? I kind of lost you all your friends,” Seunggil says. It’s like a dam broke on his emotions. His words are angry. Frustrated.

The puzzle pieces click into place. “No. Those guys were being assholes; someone had to shut them up,” Phichit says. “You don’t owe me anything, you know?”

Seunggil exhales. “You’re not wingless. You wouldn’t know anything about owing.”

Phichit searches for a good answer to that, his wings blue and bright and accusing on his back, cutting off any decent argument. “Can I at least eat lunch with you tomorrow?”

Seunggil sends him a pained glance. “You want to eat lunch with me?”

“It’s a good bathroom.”

Seunggil looks like he’s wondering after Phichit’s sanity. “Yeah. Why not.”

  • Comment: I’m starting to associate glissendo with really well-written Seung-gil POV. The setting has my attention, and the relationship that’s developed between Phichit and Seung-gil and Guang-Hong and Leo makes me very happy. I hope things go well, and I early await future developments. The worldbuilding is really well-done, too, and I’m invested in the mechanics of this world. The plot definitely has my attention too!
Big Fight

Prompt: one shot about Bruce and Batmom getting into a big fight, which causes Damian to think they’re getting a divorce and he runs away from home

Words: 511

AN: This is fluffy crack, just a warning, cause this took a turn I was not expecting. But I love it. Enjoy!


You had thought the house had been empty. You’d been so sure, but you suppose the note in your hand proved you wrong. You’d never wanted a piece of paper to combust before, but right now, you could go for it.

You and Bruce don’t fight often, but when you do, they’re typically pretty bad. As a result, you do your best to never fight in front of the boys. To your knowledge they’ve never seen you fight, and you’d prefer it stay that way. They shouldn’t have to listen to their parents blow off steam and then work things out.

This past fight had been one such fight. Talia had attempted to kidnap Damian, and Bruce hadn’t wanted you involved. He had said that he’d handle everything. You reminded him, that the two of you had been partners longer than Batman had been around, and that Damian was just as much your son, as he was Bruce’s. That fact alone meant you were involved, and you’d be damned if that woman ever touched a hair on your son’s head again.

Bruce’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he reads over your shoulder. “He can’t have gotten far.”

You roll your eyes at that, “Bruce, he’s an heir to a billion-dollar fortune. He also has access to the Batplane that’s hidden in the secret hideout under our house. Or I suppose he could use the Batmobile, or one of the many motorcycles, or the Zeta Tubes.”

There’s this moment of silence before he says, “Not my brightest moment.”

You nod, “And you’re supposed to be the World’s Greatest Detective?”

He just grins and kisses your neck, “We all have our moments, let’s go find our son.”

“Where do we start?”

He shrugs, “The tracker I put in his clothes.”

“You track our children?”

He shrugs, “Our kids are impulsive, reckless, and sometimes a bit stupid. Of course I track them.” When the man has a point he has a point.

Damian is still on the property, you find him deep in the woods surrounding the house with Titus by his side and a pack full of dehydrated food. Apparently your youngest had decided to go mountain man on you.

You and Bruce sit down on either side of him. You sit there for a moment, and Damian refuses to make eye contact. You’re thinking of something to say, when Bruce just blurts out, “You mother and I aren’t getting a divorce.”

You can’t help but smile, leave it to Bruce to take the direct route. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and say, “Your father and I love each other very much, But sometimes we fight, it’s good for a relationship.”

Damian just stares at you before asking, “Yelling at each other for two hours is healthy?”

You nod, “The other option would be me throwing plates at him, but the city of Gotham frowns on that.”

Bruce nods, “And your mom has really good aim too, she’s nailed me with a pillow before.”

You just grin and pinch his shoulder. Damian just grins, “So the two of you are okay?”

Bruce nods his face growing serious, “I love your mother with everything I have.”

You kiss the top of Damian’s head, “And I love your dad. We’re a team, the original team. We’ve been around longer than batman and robin. That, along with ten years of marriage, trust, and the occasional fight, keeps our relationship healthy.”

Damian nods, “Okay.” Then he turns to you, “But if you do get divorced I get to live with you, right?”

The look on Bruce’s face sends you and Damian into a fit of laughter before you lean over and kiss him, and Damian climbs on his back. You love your family.

Ensure Them That They Are Loved Early

So I was just sitting here thinking randomly about how I used to get bullied as a kid in elementary being a young gay boy. I was always feminine so it was very obvious to everyone that I was gay although I never admitted to it naturally at that age, but I remember a few years ago my mother telling me about how I should have done this and said that, referring to the fact that I never told anyone in my family anytime I got picked on, beat up or even jumped at that yonger age. I lived in Gary at that time as a feminine gay boy under the age of 10 and I grew up with a house full of women, so to tell them that I got picked on at school and the reason why would have basically meant telling on myself (coming out/outing myself), which I obviously wasn’t ready to do at that age. Now all that time that I was a kid and even going into my teen years, adults and even teenagers would tell me how to speak and how to walk and act to be “less girly” I even remember our pastor pulling me to the side after church one day and telling me something along the lines of how I need to stop all that “girl stuff”, my mother whooped me once because I had clear nail polish on my nails, and my older cousins husband at a time teaching me how to “sit” on a couch more manly when me and my sister stayed with them out of town for a summer. Now those things happened at different times in my life but mostly between the ages 7-10. So I never cared about any of the masculine ways that people tried to teach me and it hurt being scolded for doing stuff that came naturally and things I liked that didn’t effect anyone other than myself, but growing up in Gary at that age I couldn’t say anything, I had to “stay in a child’s place”. Eventually time passed we moved from Gary still in Indiana but a much better safer city, long story short on this part I became more comfortable and loving of myself came out and then came out completely in high school, where I later came to terms my late sophomore year that I’m Transgender. So referring back to when I said that a few years ago my mother told me I should have said this and that yada yada about getting bullied and criticized when I was a kid, the thing about that statement is, no one can tell me (HERE COMES THE PROFANITY) what the fuck I “should have” said or done. Now as a 23 going on 24 year old TransAndrogynous woman, no one can tell me what I should have done when I was a child because for one the time has passed so should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and two none of these people who are still in my life now can put themselves in that position. As a heterosexual woman in her mid/late 30s at the time my mother was just that a heterosexual woman so she couldn’t possibly know how it felt to be in a gay boys shoes under the age of 10 living in the hood. None of the women in my family nor men for that matter could put themselves in my shoes so that I could have a solution, I was raised in a loving environment but that being said it still wasn’t an environment that was presented to me at that age as an environment where I can be myself and be comfortable and loved. At that age I didn’t think I could come out or just be myself because everybody always tried to get me to be something I wasn’t and I was too young to say anything because I thought I wouldn’t be loved anymore if everybody heard I was gay from my own mouth. So I feel like as a 23 year old TransAndrogynous who has surpassed being a gay boy and a gay teenage boy, how can you say, “You should have” with such ease as if you’ve been there and dealt with it? I know I’m not the only person who’s gone through this but I don’t believe it’s talked about enough and the issue with it is, these days everyone is having children left and right with no knowledge on what they could be possibly and/or truly raising. My grandmother used to always say “you never know what you’re having/raising”, yes people are having girls and boys but they don’t know nor do the consider that they could be having/raising a gay child, a trans child, a child that could be androgynous or a gender fluid child, or a child who considers themself to not have a gender etc. Very few to none of people actually consider these things, they just think I’m going to have a little girl or boy and he or she is going to have a husband or wife and happy happy joy joy 😞😒. It’s worse for the younger people who are having children because the majority of them don’t know themselves yet especially the young men, even a lot of people my age don’t and yet they are careless with bringing the future into this already cruel world with unknown intentions on whether or not they can love and support them when they turn out to be different from what they expected or wanted them to be. That’s where the issue starts so I say all of this to say, ensure children that they are loved regardless early on in their life, right from the beginning. If you aren’t going to love your child unconditionally no matter what then you shouldn’t have them (my personal opinion and belief). Why? Because once you have children it isn’t about you it’s about them, they need to know that they can truly come to you their parents and family with anything, it starts with you so why not show them that when they look back you’re going to be there with open arms, an open mind, and an open heart. My family raised me with love I’m not saying they didn’t but what they didn’t do is ensure me that no matter who I am and what I am that I was still loved and supported when I was a kid. Of course when I got older I found out and most of them gave me the “we knew” statement, and then the question is so why not come to me as a child and let me know that then? Why tell me now that I’ve already endured pain and hurt and decided I don’t give a fuck if you love me or not this is me, which people should possess that attitude but had I known as that gay feminine little boy in Gary so long ago that I could have liked boys while my family knew about it and that I could be myself and play with/collect Barbies and what not, things would have went much more different and somewhat smoothly in certain parts of my life, but I’m thankful that I got out of Gary at a young age because my mind opened. So if you have kids or want them tell your kids, any kids, show them and ensure them that they are loved no matter what early in their life because it’s supposed to be about them, after all The Children are the future, at least that’s what The Voice told me and I Believe it as she did. Royal LeBeau @morrisondauthor

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MALEC SCENE FROM 2x01 - City Of Heavenly Fire’s quotes.

I was—I’m almost four hundred years old, Alexander. Warlocks, as they get older, they start to calcify. They stop being able to feel things. To care, to be excited or surprised. I always told myself that would never happen to me. That I’d try to be like Peter Pan, never grow up, always retain a sense of wonder. Always fall in love, be surprised, be open to being hurt as much as I was open to being happy. But over the last twenty years or so I’ve felt it creeping up on me anyway. There was nobody before you for a long time. Nobody I loved. No one who surprised me or took my breath away. Until you walked into that party, I was starting to think I’d never feel anything that strongly again.

Little Swift

A/N: at first this was meant to be a one-shot, but then it was getting long and I like suspense so…yeah…. I’m a little rusty but hope it’s at least readable. It’s based on an old old suggestion with my own flair.


November 2020

TAYLOR POV

It had taken me a few years but here I was….in the role of a lifetime….a life milestone I’d given up on until about 5 years ago. As I opened my eyes I couldn’t help but smile as two bright blue eyes stared back at me.

“Good morning!” I said, smirking at the person who had decided to wake me up by climbing on top of me and opening my eyelids up.

“Hi momma!” The sweetest little voice replied, giggling as she realised I was awake and trying to wrap her arms around my neck as she laid down on my chest.

“Why are you up sweetheart?” I asked as I shifted up the bed so I was half sitting and she could wrap her arms around me properly, looking at my clock to see it was just gone 7am.

“Well…. Mr.Bear woke up and then I woke up and the sun was up so I decided it was time to get up….and my tummy was making noises at me.” She explained, her voice slightly muffled by my pyjama top.

“Okay little one” I said, combing my fingers through her delicate dark blonde hair, “Well I guess we need to feed that tummy of yours before we go to the zoo.”

Her head shot up and she smiled at me, “Yes please mummy! Can I have chocolate banana pancakes like Auntie Karlie makes me?”

“Ummm…. why not!” I replied, making her smile even more, “Go put on your slippers and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I helped her down off my bed and let her run off to her room.

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Road Rage To Center Stage

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING LORDY I am a sinner, extreme fluff!!

Authors Note: thanks for all the love for HTBTH!!

For starters, you’d had a long day.
It was Wednesday, which sucked to begin with because it wasn’t close enough to Monday that you could complain about it being the beginning of the week, and it was too far from Friday to be excited for anything. That put a damper on your mood to begin with.
Second, you’d woken up late and didn’t have time to get coffee, so you were tired and groggy throughout the day, which caused so many problems by itself.
Thirdly, you’d forgotten about the monthly meeting, causing you to be publicly humiliated by your boss in front of your co-workers, and therefore ruining your day altogether.
The fact that your best friends had canceled on you tonight for your usual girls night was the icing on the cake.
So yeah, you’d had a long day.
You were eager to get home and just relax, and chill out for once.
However, New York traffic was always unforgiving, and today was no exception. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and it seemed as though every driver on that freeway simultaneously forgot how to fucking drive a damn car.
You had honked your horn too many times in one minute, and you banged your head against your steering wheel as the traffic left you and a line of cars completely stopped.
You hadn’t ever met a driver on the road that didn’t leave you on the brink of a fit of road rage, but the asshole next to you topped all of them.
They were attempting to squeeze into your lane without using a blinker, causing you to slam on your brakes with a loud screech.
“What the fuck you bitch!”
You screamed as the driver sped up ahead of you.
“Motherfu-”
You pressed on the brakes again as the car stopped suddenly, and you leaned on the horn for a good 10 seconds.
You flipped off the car as traffic eventually cleared up, and you sped past them in your pursuit towards home.
Hardly noticing that the driver was behind you, you drove 15 minutes to your house, before pulling into the driveway and exiting your car. You heard a melodic laugh beside you, and you turned and suppressed a cry of embarrassment.
The driver, whom you had flipped off and screamed at, lived RIGHT next door to you, and you couldn’t be anymore embarrassed.
“Can today get any worse?”
You said out loud, and fumed.
Of course your day had to go like this.
Fabulous.
Absolutely fabulous.
~
Your neighbor locked his car, and proceeded to begin walking up your driveway, making your stomach wrench in fear.
He didn’t look upset, however, just amused.
“Didn’t know that I had a sailor as my neighbor. Hey that rhymed!”
You rolled your eyes and repressed a laugh, instead smirking.
“I didn’t know I had a neighbor who somehow managed to counterfeit a license.”
He laughed, and the sound filled your ears and left you smiling more than before.
“You got me there. Hey, at least you have humor about it. I’ve been told by more than one person that my drivings a bit off.”
“A bit off?”
You shrieked.
“You almost crashed into my car!”
“Oh contraire, my dear. You, in fact, almost crashed into MY car.”
He smiled, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the driveway, the fuzzy feeling of a crush blooming in your heart.
“Same difference. My point being, you’re a terrible driver and I’d advise you to stay off all roads until I see you, with my own two eyes, pass a driving test.”
He shook his head, laughing.
“Anthony Ramos.”
He stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to have a name to match the driver.”
“Nice to have a name to match the beautiful face.”
You blushed a deep red, flustered to say the least.
“Well, I would stay out here longer, but the weather says otherwise,”
You had noticed that it was getting visibly more chilly.
“But if you’d wait a second longer then I have something to give to you.”
You shrugged, and gestured for him to go ahead.
He raced into his car, and immediately reached for the center console. You didn’t notice what he was doing, because you were way to distracted by his fluffy hair and adorable freckles to be curious in what he was doing.
He emerged a minute later, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Here. Open it inside. Until we meet again, Miss Y/N.”
He threw up a peace sign, and retreated inside his house. You waved goodbye, and then went inside your own home before it started to rain.
You flicked on all the lights, eager to see what the boy had written to you.
“Y/N,
I may be a bad driver, but I don’t have bad eyesight, because I was able to see the beauty in you. Sorry, that was bad. But here’s my number, in case you’re into awkward boys with curly hair and bad pickup lines.”
You scanned the note again and again, and you still couldn’t shake the smile off your face.
You grabbed your phone, and began texting the number.
“I’m texting you now, just in case you’re into angry girls with horrible road rage and an undying love for their steering wheel horn.”
You smiled, and closed you eyes for a moment, letting your mind soak up how your day went from bad to good in a matter of minutes, thanks to a boy with horrible driving skills and a fit of road rage.
He texted back a moment later, an emoji immediately drawing your attention.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for! Well not exactly, but you just described yourself and well… never mind. But what I’m trying to say is that you may have been pissed off with me today, and I want to make it up to you. Coffee tomorrow?”
You blinked slowly, and tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Coffee heals wounds. Hey, I have one exception. I’m driving.”
You could practically here the laughter from next door, and you awaited a reply.
“I planned on being a cheesy gentleman and driving for you, but equality calls, so I’ll let you answer this one ;)”
You smugly grinned, and texted back.
“I’ll be over at 8:00. Be ready when I get there because I don’t plan on waiting :)”
“Affirmative.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his dorky comments, and shut off your phone and tuned into your current Netflix series that you couldn’t get enough of.
~
The next morning, you slammed the snooze button on your alarm at 6:00, then remembering where you had to be in 2 hours and jumped out of bed.
You showered and dried your hair in record time, though you somehow managed to shave your legs.
Hey, you went all out for him.
You winged your eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick, then got dressed in your work attire to meet Anthony in exactly 10 minutes.
You zipped up your jacket, and put on your heels as you stepped outside into the cold New York winter day, and began the short trek to Anthony’s house.
You sat waiting at the door, staring at your phone, then, at exactly 8:00, rang the doorbell.
To your surprise, Anthony opened the door before you’d take your finger off the doorbell, causing you to jump back in shock.
“Jesus fuck. Don’t scare me like that.”
You said as your heartbeat slowed down.
“That almost scared me as much as the thought of you driving me around.”
He laughed and followed you to your car, hopping in the passenger seat as you drove to the coffee shop.
~
“So,”
He started as you sat down at a table.
“Why, in all my years of living at that house, have I never noticed you?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I moved here 10 months ago. I’m pretty new to the neighborhood and to New York City in general.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You mean you didn’t grow up here?”
“Nope. It’s peaceful where I come from. It’s called quiet.”
He smirked.
“I just thought, by the way you drive, that you had always been around here.”
You smacked his arm, and smiled.
Anthony was a very animated person, always smiling or laughing, telling you stories and making you laugh.
It was a change from your usual morning gloom, which was nice, for once.
You exited the coffee shop together, and he shyly took your hand. You laced your fingers with his, and repressed a smile from bursting onto your face.
You walked back to your car, and drove him back to his house.
“Thanks Y/N. I had a lot of fun today. In fact,”
He glanced up at you.
“I’d like to do it again sometime. Tonight, if you’re free.”
Your heart leaped again, and you nodded.
“When and where?”
“How do I tell you this…”
He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Well, I’m an actor in a musical. It’s called Hamilton, and I want you to come see it. You don’t have to, of course-”
“I’d love too. What time?”
He smiled, relief apparent on his face.
“7:00 tonight, at the Richard Rogers. Be there at 5:30 and I’ll let you in.”
You smiled.
“Perfect. I can’t wait. See you then.”
You waved, and he disappeared inside his house, leaving you to drive to work, giddy with happiness and impatient with excitement.
~
You jumped to your feet, clapping, as the theater thundered with applause. You hadn’t seen a better Broadway show ever, and you were so incredibly proud of Anthony.
As soon as he exited the stage, you jumped in his arms.
“That was so amazing Ant! You’re so talented oh my god!”
He laughed as he hugged you back, and led you to his dressing room.
“Yeah, well, I try to impress the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, I meant ‘lady.’”
You heart did somersaults all over you chest, leaving you dazed with complete adoration for him.
“Thanks for bringing me tonight. I had such a good time, and it was so amazing to see such talented people come together to sing about a founding father.”
He laughed.
“Just doing my job. And I got to see you in the audience, so it was a 10x better show tonight than any other night.”
You blushed, and felt Anthony’s arms circle around your middle.
“Thanks for coming tonight, for even giving me a chance. You’re more than I deserve-”
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, feeling warmth flood your body as he brought his head closer to yours.
You giggled when you pulled back, and he put an arm around you shoulders, leading you out of the room.
“I’m skipping stage door tonight. I have better things to be doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, and smirked as he led you through the theater and out the door.
~
3 years later, you watched as Ant took his final bows as Philip Hamilton/John Laurens. It had been an incredible ride for you and him both, an endless plethora of happy memories shared in this theater.
To your surprise, the cast members handed Ant a microphone, and stepped back from him.
“Hey y'all. As most of you know, tonight is my last show here.”
The applause seemed endless, but they finally ceased so he could continue.
“It’s been an amazing journey, all these years working with so many talented people, I wish I could stay forever. But I’ve gotta pass on the torch, and besides, I have something really important that I promised myself I wouldn’t do till the day I decided to leave Hamilton. So, here we go.”
He took a deep breath, and then spoke.
“Y/N, can you come onto the stage?”
You were utterly confused, and then you were being dragged onstage by Carleigh and Thayne.
They stopped you in front of Anthony, and he smiled at you as he kissed your head.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Ant, what is all this…?”
“Just wait.”
He addressed the audience again as they finally quieted down from the cheers.
“This is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for the past 3 years, and it’s been the most amazing, most enjoyable 3 years.”
You smiled shyly, and waved at the audience.
“She’s the most sweet, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I’ve never met someone who was quite like you, which sets you apart, and makes you special.”
You blushed, and smiled as the crowd awed and cheered.
“We’ve shared so many memories here at this theater, and on this stage in general. You agreed to come here for a date, which happened the day of our first date, so technically, this was our second date.”
You recalled the day so clearly, and grinned as you remembered how nervous he was to hold your hand.
“But before that, it started with a fit of road rage from this one and bad driving on my part.”
You laughed along with the audience, although his driving skills had drastically improved now.
“But here you are now, from road rage to center stage. Which is why,”
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of you.
You gasped and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Y/N, you’ve been my number one girl for 3 years now. You’re charismatic, beautiful, hilarious, and caring all in one package. What else could I ask for? I know you’re mine, but I want that to be forever. Will you marry me?”
You nodded vigorously, and tackled him in a kiss.
You laughed through the tears, and smiled down at him.
“From road rage to center stage, huh? I’m going to quote you from the first thing you said to me, hey that rhymed!”

maybeawriter6  asked:

Megamind, 37 "Defy" if you want :D

As some of you know, I rarely write fanfiction because it makes me more nervous than original fiction, but because May asked …

Also, this turned out much longer than I’d planned. Sorry.

Edit: This post isn’t working right when I try to view it on mobile, so if you aren’t getting the long version of this, let me know and I’ll try and fix it.
Edit #2: I’ve contacted @staff about the “keep reading” feature problem that seems to be plaguing only my blog, from what I’ve been told, so until that gets fixed, sorry for the long post and huge block of text.

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The look on Megamind’s face was one most of the citizens of Metro City knew to some degree of well, but nowhere nearly as well as the Warden. He’d seen it again and again, countless times as his — what was he anymore? son? charge? inmate? migraine headache? — was growing up. He first noticed a much cuter version of it the first time Little Blue had gotten in trouble for raiding the prison pantry. He’d been caught, dark brown goop covering all two and a half feet of him, belly swollen after he’d managed to stuff himself with his weight in chocolate pudding after lights out. Those bright green eyes got a certain glint to them and his eyebrows dropped down, forming little baby wrinkles between them. His lips, licked clean from the chocolate, formed a pinched, sticky line. He knew he was in trouble, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted pudding, found it, gotten in trouble for it and would do it again if no one gave it to him willingly, subsequent stomach ache be damned.

Over time, that look became less cute as Blue added a sneer just big enough to reveal the glint of teeth. It showed up after the Warden confronted him following his last serious trouble at school, after escaping prison, committing his first intentional crime after the Paint Bomb Incident (age 12 — theft), at court hearing after court hearing, trial after trial, attempted heart-to-heart after attempted heart-to-heart. He’d seen it when he tried to continue calling him Blue instead of Megamind, thinking it would discourage him from heading down that road. He’d seen it after accidentally referring to Minion a fish instead of a person. The first time he told Bl-, no, Megamind the solitary confinement cell would hold him (of course, it didn’t and he only kept saying it out of hope and habit. “You’ll never leave” was more of a joke to Megamind than anything else — you could tell by the smile that the alien couldn’t suppress as it broke across his face and the Warden knew he had better start pre-medicating for the headache that was likely to soon be his).

His own face had somewhat mirrored his misbehaving charge’s when, over the years, friends, coworkers and family told him to just let Megamind go. He was clearly not interested in repaying the kindness the Warden had shown. “Whatever you want to see in him is gone,” they said.

They didn’t know. They hadn’t seen that little, chubby-cheeked face looking up at him, tears welling in those enormous green eyes, when the toddler fell again after his larger head tipped his center of gravity too far and left rug burn on his forehead. Hadn’t seen those eyes, full of panic, after a bad dream woke him in the night. They hadn’t seen the heartbroken kid after yet another day at a school full of kids who just wouldn’t like him, no matter what he did. The Warden would be stern, would be disciplinary, would be angry, disappointed, despondent, but completely turning his back on his — all right, his son — wasn’t something he was willing to do. He lost friends over it and his family whispered about it when they thought he couldn’t hear, but his conscience, at least when it came to not deserting who Megamind used to be — might still be under all the posturing and misguided genius — remained in tact.

It’s what made it all the more horrifying as he watched Megamind on the television screens going went toe to toe with what looked like an evil version of his old nemesis — more evil even than Megamind had tried to be. As soon as someone had come to free him from the chair Minion had tied him to, he’d switched every TV he could find to whatever news station was broadcasting the battle going on downtown. He’d even pulled one of the inmates with a gift for hacking into the city’s camera system and was now looking at a bank of split screens showing views from all over the city. His heart had beat a dervish against his ribs as he watched as Metro City Tower broke in half and was hurled like a javelin at his son and his passenger. The breath caught and turned to stone in his throat as the hoverbike crashed into the fountain.

His eyes were trained on the crumpled heap at the base of the fountain, so he only saw Metro Man swoop in peripherally — the same Metro Man he’d watched his son kill with a death ray. He wondered vaguely if another heroic version of the city’s hero had come in to take the fallen’s place? Or had Metro Man never really been dead? All of his focus returned to the fountain as the shape shifted into Minion. If Minion was on the ground by the fountain, where was Megamind? Where was his son?

He was too preoccupied with that question to see how it happened, but suddenly, there he was, hovering via some kind of rocket boots next to Roxanne Ritchi. The Warden’s lungs were burning as he finally released the breath he’d barely noticed was choking him. Safe. He was safe.

For the moment.

The cameras on the side streets near the fountain square caught it first and the Warden wanted to yell, wanted to warn Megamind what was coming, but it happened too fast and it wasn’t like Megamind would have heard him anyway.

“Pretty sneaky, sis, but there’s only one person I know who calls this town Metrocity.”

And there, after the initial shock, the Warden saw it again through the eyes of a news camera trained on the alien. The eyebrows dropped over the angry, glinting eyes and there was the sneer. Megamind did nothing half-way, at least not where anyone could see and he was surrounded by people. People he’d begged for a chance to save. People who had despised him for years.

Whoever was watching was about to either see a self-proclaimed villain die for the whole city or become a hero.

Jay-Z, photographed on the red carpet at the premiere of the film American Gangster, held at the Apollo Theater on October 19, 2007. 

His early-viewing of the Ridley Scott-directed film in September had inspired his classic tenth studio album American Gangster. Hov would explain in an interview that the film “immediately clicked with [him.] Like ‘Scarface,’ or any one of those films, you take the good out of it, and you can see it as an inspiring film.” Funnily enough, a year beforehand lead actor Denzel Washington had pushed for Jay to be the soundtrack’s solo artist and curator. The film’s producer, Brian Grazer, didn’t believe he could record an album to act as a soundtrack to the movie, due to the story being set in the 1970s. He said he wanted an authentic feel, and felt the President of Def Jam couldn’t pull it off. The week that Jay took to record American Gangster certainly proved him wrong.

Under the guidance of Diddy, every track on the album was built around ‘70s soul and funk samples to mirror the movie’s time-period. Although Hov hadn’t heard much of kingpin Frank Lucas before seeing the film, he recognized many parts of himself in Lucas and his demeanor: “The way Denzel portrayed the character was very laid back, and I saw similar traits in my personality. But mostly, I just pulled emotions from the film and not so much his particular story.”

When asked by journalist Charlie Rose about how the film gave life to this album, Jay expanded on why its themes resonated with him: “It’s a New York City true story, you know. So as soon as the movie came on, it was like familiar, things that my pop seen and my uncles seen and, you know, different things like that, things I’ve seen growing up. So they resonated with me in a way, the story, as well as, I mean, even though everything happens, you know, the way it turns out, you know, it’s one of those movies that where you champion the bad guy, because the bad guy, you know, he don’t seem like a bad guy, and the good guy—I mean the good guys are bad. You know, that complex—the complexity of human beings in this thing was amazing to me. I loved the complexity of the human beings.”

The album’s second single "Roc Boys (And the Winner Is)…” was voted by Rolling Stone magazine as the greatest song of 2007.

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James Wesley

“I find a few days, a week at most, is ample time to form an emotional response. Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I’ll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.”