this has been on my drafts for two months feels good to post it

anonymous asked:

any tips on how to stay motivated when you've lost all motivation? im in my second semester of my last year of high school, and lately ive been having no desire to study or prioritise my work ;;

Hello! I think it is important to remember you’re nearly done! You’ve not got long and studying for these next few months can hopefully help get you where you want to be. When I was in high school I would always think that when I’d graduate and left I’d hate to have a lingering feeling of regret that I should have studied more or wasted less time doing unproductive things. My parents have said to me “I wish I’d tried harder” and I really didn’t want to feel like that. Since I’ve been graduated just over a year, I can tell you that I’m happy with how I did. I’m proud and glad I stuck it out. If you’ve got a goal that you need to achieve to get into university (for instance getting a certain mark), you should use that as motivation. Try your hardest to not only reach it, but beat it! For some other motivation tips, I’ve rounded up some of mine and other ones I’ve come across:

  • clear your study space, make it tidy and functional
  • write a to do list (either your top 3-5 priorities or a list of everything for each subject)*
  • remembering that each small step counts, whatever you’re working for won’t happen overnight so you need to get through it!
  • use the app Forest - it is motivational tool that keeps you off using your phone
  • map out your day with the tasks you need to do (either fully (like hourly) or just sort of (like doing them either first, second, third,etc))
  • think about how good it will feel to improve/pass and how proud you will be of yourself
  • remind yourself that studying or doing homework will mean you won’t get that feeling of dread and regret if you fail/receive a lower than expected mark because you didn’t make the effort
  • read motivational quotes - try searching Tumblr or Pinterest!!
  • don’t be overly tough on yourself - everyone has days where things get left or you just don’t feel like working but don’t beat yourself up for taking a bit of time to gather yourself
  • rewards!! (could be watching a new episode of your favourite show, seeing friends, buying that top you really want)
  • remembering that you’re lucky to get an education and that it can make a huge difference to your life/future
  • understanding that your current situation is not your final destination and working will get you closer!
  • use two minute rule - if something takes under two minutes, just do it. Then repeat.
  • set your self a goal and break it down into manageable objectives, follow each point through till you’re smashing your goals!
  • purchasing new stationery
  • knowing that mistakes aren’t a huge deal - you learn from them and can move on!! You aren’t failing in any way, just figuring out that you need to change your approach
  • make it fun by either testing out cool new study methods, finding a study buddy, or listening to your favourite music (that is if you can work productively whilst doing so - if not try Spotify’s ‘focus’ playlist!)
  • track your progress - either use a habit tracker or your calendar and mark off each day you do something you need to (maybe review notes, read a chapter of your textbook, etc). Seeing a chain of your progress will make you not want to break it!
  • always do just a little bit more - five more minutes, one more answer! Push through. Work at your self discipline.
  • try challenges like 100 days of productivity (could be subject specific or whatever you like - tailor it to suit you)
  • create/go through studyblr + find inspiration - posting your own things can be super motivating or if you see a mindmap or some notes you like, try to recreate your own version with your notes!
  • take breaks when necessary - don’t force yourself to over do it, burning out isn’t a good option. Take time out to relax, exercise, sleep, etc. When you go back you’ll be refreshed and ready to work!
  • stay positive - yes it can be hard to stay motivated but think of how much better it will be when you’re achieving the marks/recognition/whatever you’re hoping for!!
  • use a planner or printables to organise your monthly, weekly and daily activities - you’ll see what is upcoming and be more likely to get things organised before the time comes if you’re reminded! You can check out mine here.
  • make quick draft plans on big essays or assessments - when you first get it, you’ll have an idea what to write about since it is fresh in your mind. Jot those point down, then make a semi detailed outline of every part of the assessment. When it comes to starting it, you’ll be much more motivated since you don’t have to start from scratch and can check off bit by bit
  • find an accountability partner - find a friend (could be your school friend or someone on Tumblr) who can keep you on track by messaging regularly to track your progress with something. You won’t want to disappoint them so you’ll do whatever you’ve told them needs doing!

I hope that helps! :-) xx

hebelu  asked:

What about like an AU where they are pen pals for some assignment and then do like school exchange? Sid goes to Russia and stays with Geno and then Geno comes to Canada and stays with Sid

Sidney had a pen pal when he was in elementary school. It’d been for a project, everyone had a pen pal. And approximately three weeks later, he received a very short letter from one Evgeni in Russia, no last name. It was much like his own introductory letter: his name, age, what school he went to, and hoping that his pen pal enjoyed hockey. The letter was written in shaky English and signed with ‘Zhenya,’

The first letter was followed by a third, and then a fourth, until Sidney had taken to writing to Zhenya far past the project end date. It felt nice, tossing his secrets and fears and happiness out to Russia, where as far as he knew, no one would ever know of it besides Zhenya.

Dear Zhenya, I couldn’t go to practice today, Sidney writes, wiping his eyes. One falls anyways and blurs the Z on Zhenya. Mom was scared the other kids would hit me. We’re waiting another week. I wish I could have a friend there.

Sorry, Sid, came the response two weeks later, with a doodle of two people holding hockey sticks, Wish I play hockey with you in Canada.

When he entered Shattuck-Saint Mary’s, the letter-writing became less frequent, but Zhenya’s English has vastly improved. Sometimes, late at night, he imagines what Zhenya would look like–a blur of a handsome face with a prominent nose, very tall and lanky, with a silly grin to match Sidney’s equally silly laugh. He didn’t dare ask Zhenya for a photograph, for fear of ruining his fantasy, and Zhenya never did ask either.

I think about you many times, one final letter comes on Sidney’s 17th birthday, to Sidney’s surprise. His hands are shaking as he reads, You have not write for many months. I know you are busy. I am too,and you maybe forget me already, which is okay. But I have to tell you before I regret forever. I miss your letters. Play good hockey, Sidney. You are the best. Happy birthday. I love you.

Sidney tries to send one back, one that says, I miss you, too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry, I didn’t forget you– But it comes back, a few weeks later, with a “Return to Sender, not able to forward to recipient.”

Sidney gets drafted, and he kisses Zhenya’s last letter after rereading it. It’s one of his rituals for every game, and not even Flower knows about it. He wonders if Zhenya can see him playing a game, wherever he is.

Evgeni Malkin escapes from the KHL soon after, and Sidney has a flickering hope of, Can it be him? before he meets Evgeni. He seems exhausted, happy to meet Sidney, but there’s not a single sign of recognition.

And so Sidney’s first love was lost, just like that. Destroyed by the post office, apparently. Sidney doesn’t know if it’s silly or not for falling in love with a man he’s never even met. But he keeps all the letters. And he reads them, and reads them, and reads them.  

-

The Pens win the Cup, and Geno gets on his knees as Sidney pours champagne in his mouth. It’s a good feeling.

Sidney won this for himself, but also partly for Zhenya, whose constant encouragements kept him going despite the abuse at the rink, from teammates and parents alike. 

He’s in his hotel room early, rereading Zhenya’s last letter, when there’s a knock on the door. 

It’s Geno, loose-limbed from the alcohol and partying. He ends up collapsing on Sidney’s bed after saying a few greetings and bringing him an unopened bottom of champagne over.

“You old man now, have to drink in silence,” Geno says, then starts snoring a few minutes later.

Sidney lets him sleep, and tucks the letter back into the drawer. 

-

“Good morning,” Sidney says, toothbrush in his mouth as Geno groans. “How do you feel?”

“Like ass,” Geno says. “How you up so early? Sorry for pass out on bed.”

Sidney rolls his eyes. “I got hungry.”

He goes back to the sink to rinse, and when he comes back, he freezes completely at the sight of Geno holding Zhenya’s letters. The one, worn after so many years, saying,  Play good hockey, Sidney. You are the best. Happy birthday. I love you.

“Geno,” he scowls, trying to snatch it from Geno’s hands. “That was–did you open my drawers? Stop snooping.”

Geno backs up. “Where you get this?” his voice barely restrained with emotion. 

“It’s none of your business,” Sidney says. Why is Geno being so defensive? “Stop being a dick, G, give it back.”

“No,” Geno says, his hands trembling. “No.”

“What the fuck? You’ll tear it,” Sidney demands, starting to get angry. “It’s important to me, stop fucking around–”

“Is my letter,” Geno says stubbornly. “I’m write it, is mine.”

“What?” All the fight goes out of Sidney. He feels like a deflated balloon. “Geno, what are you talking about?”

“I write to Sid, when I’m little, not know which Sid,” Geno says thickly. “Sidney in Canada, play good hockey, needs a friend.” 

“These are from Zhenya,” Sidney whispers. But he starts to hope. Oh God, he hopes he’s right.

I’m Zhenya,” Geno says mournfully. “Sid, you not ever write back. I think, maybe he not think same, maybe he hate me after this letter–”

“I didn’t–I tried–” His heart is beating so fast, like a panicked hummingbird. “Geno, I wanted to so badly. I tried. The letters wouldn’t send–the address wasn’t right, the letters kept coming back, I couldn’t find you.” He’s babbling now. “Zhenya. Zhenya, I loved you. I love you.”

It’s quiet for moment that drags on too long. Sidney fears that it’s all over by now, that there’s no fixing either relationships with Geno, his alternate, or his first love, Zhenya. But then he looks up, and Geno looks like he’s in awe, like early-morning bed-head Sidney is the most amazing thing to walk in front of him ever. 

Sidney,” Geno says, low and hopeful. He makes Sidney’s name sound like a prayer, and Sidney can’t stop marveling. “Sidney.”

“Hi,” Sidney says wetly. “Hi, Zhenya.” 

The Joker x Reader - “I Love You”

You never miss a chance to say the magic words to him. The Joker doesn’t want to hear about it but you are not the one to give up so easily. Actually… I guess anybody can back down if pushed enough.

– During an important meeting with new business partners, Frost interrupts and brings in a little envelope to J, whispering you said it is absolutely urgent and imperative he opens it right away. The Joker wonders what the hell it might be, opens the letter and shakes it to take out the contents when a bunch of pink glitter flies all over along with your message on  a piece of paper: “I LOVE YOU.” The other guys fake cough, attempting to pretend they didn’t see crap while The Clown Prince of Crime gives them an icy glance, annoyed with your stunt:

“If I hear a single sound, I swear you’re all dead!!!!”

Goddammit woman, stop your shit! he thinks biting on his cheek, dusting off the sparkly dust off his shirt, but stashing your little note in his pocket.

– You are away on a mission for 2 days when his cell suddenly goes off at 1 AM, letting him now he has a new message. He is more than cranky he got woken up and checks to see what it is. A text from you: “ I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.”

You must be kidding me! J growls, pissed you bothered him with such nonsense but saves the message in his drafts and goes back to sleep.

– One night he visits the club without you and gets out of his Lamborghini when the phone beeps.

What is it, the stupid words again?!  he scoffs when he sees your name on the screen.

“Look up!” the text simply says and he does, noticing the huge light up message on the top of the building across the street; “I LOVE YOU.”

This is getting beyond ridiculous, The Joker huffs but takes a picture of what you did and saves it in his favorites.

– After taking a shower in the morning, J goes in the front of the sink to brush his teeth and finally gazes at the mirror. There it is, written with red lipstick: “I LOVE YOU.”

He rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and erases the words, not before that wide smirk creeps up on his lips. He hears you giggle and goes back to frowning:

“Cut it out, Y/N!!!”

– You bring the white mocha to his office and place it right on top of his papers. J stares at it for a few seconds and sighs, lifting his blue eyes from the cup, complaining about what you wrote with foam: “I LOVE YOU.”

“Are you done with this rubbish, Princess?” he mutters while you just innocently lift your shoulders up, not answering. “Bring me another mocha and NO FUNNY BUSINESS, understand?”

You pout, disappointed he never appreciates your efforts and by the time you are back with his new coffee The Joker already finished the other cup.

“What?” he snarls when notices your smile. “Don’t get it to your head, Doll, I really couldn’t wait any longer so I had to drink it; you’re so slow!” he makes sure to admonish but kisses your wrist when you hand him the mug.

–During a heist you go with a few henchmen on the upper floor while he stays down with the rest, looking around for the diamonds and gold. You go behind a wall and dial his number. He picks up after 3 rings and you just say; “I LOVE YOU,” and hang up.

Really?! The Joker mumbles, astonished at your unprofessional conduct (that’s how he likes to call it). He simply texts back: “Shut up, Y/N!”

And… he asked for it when your reply pops up on the screen: ““ I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.”

I totally can’t stand her; she really drives me nuts, he concludes, irked at your game, but saves this message in drafts too.

– J wakes up and his feet touch something cold and pretty sharp when he gets out of bed. You got him a ton of gold chains and arranged them on the floor to spell “I LOVE YOU.” His mouth opens on amazement, considering chocking the life out of you at this point. Your green haired boyfriend kicks the chains all over the place, mad again, but not before taking a picture of your accomplishment and saving it in his favorites. He hears you snicker.

“I said cut it out, Y/N!!!!”

– “Bubble bath is readyyyyyy,” you announce, proud of the nice evening you planned for the two of you.

J comes in, taking his clothes off, suspiciously scrutinizing the bathroom.

“Any hidden ‘I love you’ anywhere?” he smacks his lips, warning you he’s not going to tolerate your actions anymore. He had such a shitty day it’s not even funny.

“Nope,” you confidently declare, moving back in the Jacuzzi so he can sit by you.“Nothing at all, baby.” He’s starting to relax when you massage his shoulders, then lean over and kiss his neck, whispering: “I LOVE YOU.”

“That’s it !!!” he splashes all over, angered at your little stupid plan to squeeze in those stupid words again. “Quit bothering me, you pain in the ass!!!”

“What, you don’t want me to love you?” you raise your voice also, not understanding why he’s so worked up.

“I didn’t say that!” he yells back and you are baffled.

“So what’s the problem then?!”

“STOP SAYING IT!” he hisses at you, panting.
“Why should I?! Aren’t you happy that I love you?!”

“NO! I don’t need your stupid love!!!!!” The Joker has a fit, kicking all the candles and shampoo bottles in his rage, making sure to direct them your way.

You gasp in pain when one of the candles hits you right in the face since you didn’t have enough time to dodge it. You don’t say anything, just step out of the hot tub, holding your numb left cheek with your hand.

J stops his tantrum but doesn’t react in any other way as you leave him standing in the water, still fuming at your absurdities.

– The I LOVE YOU’s stopped. He doesn’t get any more letters, texts, hidden messages or sky lights on the buildings. So exciting you finally got it into your head you irritate him with your stupid feelings all the time! The King of Gotham doesn’t even hear it when you make love and that delights him.

The white mocha doesn’t taste the same though. When he asks why, you sassily respond:

“Because it’s not made with love so get used to it!”

“Cut it out, Y/N!” he snaps as you quietly walk away and couldn’t care less.

– He didn’t hear the words out of you in a few months and it’s perfect. Today he even went through his phone to delete all the useless pictures and drafts he saved from you.

– “Look up,” you urge him, pulling on his arm and his heart starts beating faster for some reason, but then all he sees is The Batsy signal in the night sky.

“He’s close, we should get going,” you tell J and he agrees, disappointed at the revelation. He kind of expected something else.
– Frost brings the letter to him in the meeting, whispering it’s urgent and J impatiently opens it to find inside just a dull piece of paper: “Dinner at 6, robbery at 7.30 . All ready to go.”

She could’ve texted me, he sulks, cramming your note in his pocket. He kind of expected something else.

– You are away for one night and he gets the text at 3AM. He immediately jumps out of bed and grins when he sees your name on the screen.

“This undercover mission you assigned me is very boring.” That’s all you sent. He grumbles something not very sweet and tosses the phone on the table, stretching and going back to bed, frustrated. He kind of expected something else.

 – He gets out of the shower and looks at the mirror just to see your insipid notation with red lipstick: “Be back soon.”

Why doesn’t she just text me if that’s all she has to say?! The Joker whines, grabbing a paper towel so he can clean your mess. He kind of expected something else.

– “Bubble bath is readyyyy!” you shout and he comes in, ready to unwind. You move so he can sit by you and begin massaging his shoulders, talking about a bunch of stuff that happened during the day.

“Well?!” he interrupts your speech, turning his head towards you.

“Well what?” you ask back, not getting the point, already forgetting what you were talking about and it annoys you.

“Say it!” he commands, slowly blinking, elbowing you.

“Say what?” you squint your eyes, trying to remember the topic he just made you forget.

“You know what, Pumpkin. Say it!” he mutters through his clenched teeth, not thrilled he has to bring it up.

You take a deep breath and gaze at each other for a few good seconds before finally kissing his neck and enunciate: “I LOVE YOU.”

“Good, I was wondering about that,” he grouchily comments, leaning backwards so he can rest against your body. “My white mocha better taste great again, Doll,” The Joker makes sure to point out, closing his eyes.

“With or without foam?” you tease J and since he’s such a difficult person he sure deserves it.

“With and it better spell something,” he reaches his hand to tug on your wet hair.

“It might if I still have the skills; it’s been a while,” you debate and it’s actually the truth.

 “Don’t care, make it work,” he puffs, not giving a damn; he just expects it.

You want to laugh but can’t: your strategy worked- it was learned from the best. Your boyfriend should be proud since manipulating things to obtain what is desired happens to be his specialty. 

Also read- MASTERLIST :

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lutz0660  asked:

Wondering, how do you get away from over planning? At some point I got trapped in this never ending cycle where everything is so over planned I feel like I am hitting brick walls at every turn! How do I stop? How do I fix it and keep my story line?

Overplanning Your Novel

I got stuck in a rut like that myself last year. See, my problem has always been that I didn’t plan enough, and I’d get halfway through my draft and have no idea where I was going. So I started planning, and I kept planning, and planning, terrified that if I didn’t have a solid plan before I started writing, I would wind up in the same boat I was before. But it was getting more difficult to visualize the complete story with nothing but detailed scene notes and fantasies of what crucial plot points would look like. I was lamenting my frustrations to a writing friend one day, and she offered me a wise suggestion. Why don’t you just start writing it anyway?

This can be overwhelming advice. Especially when we writers have a penchant for ignoring one of the most crucial parts of the outline - the beginning. Where does the story start? What is my character doing? Is the villain already after her, and if so, how do I show that? How much do I explain? How can I “start writing,” if I don’t even know how or where to start?

Not to mention, that first scene in some ways is supporting the entire story. Because without a good first scene, the rest doesn’t really matter. That first scene leaves an impression, and it’s often the reason some readers stop or continue a book. 

I don’t say all this to put extra pressure on anyone. I’m just saying that we’ve all been there with that first scene, and it can often stop us from ever moving forward. 

So when she told me I should just start writing anyway, I looked at my outline. And yes, it had holes, and yes the climax was kind of fuzzy, and hell yes the backstory wasn’t completely clear. But when I read through what I had, I realized I actually did have several consecutive scenes that made up a fairly big chunk of the novel. I may not have known exactly what led to this chunk of scenes, or even what came after, but I estimated that I probably had a month’s worth of writing material to keep me occupied. 

I picked a scene in the middle of my outline, and I wrote it. When that scene was finished, I continued to the next scene, and so on. If I had no idea what the next scene would be, or if I was simply frustrated with it, I’d consult my outline, find a new scene, and jump to it. 

That’s the beauty of having any kind of outline - you no longer have to write in order. The outline helps your brain understand approximately where these scenes will go in the finished product, and, when applicable, what scenes will come in between two scenes that you’re currently writing.  

And somehow it kind of worked, which surprised me. I spent the entirety of NaNoWriMo writing random scenes from my novel, completely out of order, and those written scenes acted like magical story cement, filling in many of the cracks and holes in my plot. The backstory tightened up to accommodate plot twists I hadn’t planned until I was writing them, and as I spent more time with the characters, my excitement for the climax grew, and I felt more invested in working it out. And most importantly, that opening scene started to become clearer.

In conclusion…

After that self indulgent speech, let me bring it all together for you. Planning is great. Planning helps our project grow and evolve. It helps us understand where it’s going and why we’re writing it. Without a good plan in place, our writing can be aimless and wandering, and the story might never reach a logical and cohesive conclusion. And yet..

Writing is also great. Writing helps our project grow and evolve. It helps us understand where it’s going and why we’re writing it. Without writing, our plan is just a plan, and it will never become a story. 

If you’re concerned that you’re over planning, stop yourself. Right now. Look at what you have. Count how many detailed scenes you have figured out, and then estimate how long it might take you to write them all. A week? A month? Two months? Give yourself a deadline, and then work on writing those scenes before your deadline. I promise you, you will end up with at least one scene that wasn’t in the outline. And sometimes one scene is enough to completely change your thinking and affect the way you move forward with your planning. 

And of course, once you hit that deadline, take a moment to refresh. Update your outline, tidy it up, delete scenes, add scenes, and then go from there. Hopefully the time you spent writing will leave you in a much more optimistic place than you are right now. 

Good luck!

-Rebekah

For some more insight, I highly recommend @theticklishpear‘s post on World-Builder’s Syndrome….and really any other post you find in their series archive.

2 in the Afternoon-Auston Matthews

Anonymous: Oh my god can you do another Auston Matthews smut?? Maybe where his gf is from Toronto and comes to visit him in Arizona over the summer after being apart for like a month or something?? 

Here you go! Hopefully you like it, I enjoyed writing it. I’ve been watching the Penguins game while editing it, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. 

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, mentioned start of phone sex, slight dirty talk if you squint.

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“It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not at 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.”

Growing up a hockey fan in Toronto was hard. My dad constantly cursing out the tv when there was a bad play or when the Leafs lost. It was like the city was losing hope and going into a downward spiral. Seats were empty, the team was tired.

It wasn’t until 2016 when the Leafs won the first draft spot in the lottery, with the idea that we would finally have found hope in the top draft prospect, Auston Matthews. After having drafted Mitchell Marner in 2015 and William Nylander in 2014, two other hockey hopefuls, we’d finally be getting a third, creating the ideal trifecta young players. Sure there was still great players currently, but we’ve been stuck in such a rut, and these guys are our hope.

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Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

  • Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he’s ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers’, as they grow up, and grow in life.

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Soulmates - Part 2

Prompt: Part 1 here
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

You race backstage, not taking any time to celebrate this historic moment in your career. You just wanted to find Seth, to know that everything was okay, that he was okay.

“Seth!” You screamed tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t realised you were crying until tears landed on your hands. “Where’s Seth?!”

“Hey y/n calm down. They took him to the hospital around the corner. Everything's fine” Roman said grabbing your shoulders to calm you down.

“Everything’s not fine Roman! It’s black and white!” 

“What?” 

“My vision! It’s black and white again!” you cried as Roman’s eyes went wide. He knew what that meant, so did you, you just didn’t want to believe it. 

“Come on let’s go” Roman said putting his arm around you escorting you to his car. The ride to the hospital was silent beside your heavy breathing. You managed to control your tears but every so often a tear would fall. You couldn’t help it. Roman had barely stopped the car before you jumped out and raced inside, Roman hot on your heels. Pushing doors open, running to the waiting room, dodging doctors, nurses and patients. As you ran into the waiting room, your eyes landed on Dean first. He was sitting with his head in his hands. Hunter was there too with Vince and Stephanie, who looked like she had been crying. 

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the parallels between arya and sansa are always interesting to me because i think they highlight important differences as well as similarities. their training arcs involve a great deal of this. theres contrasts like sansa dying her hair brown to disguise herself while arya takes a slightly more hardcore approach and uses ancient bloodmagic to transform her face. theres poison parallels and contrasting teachers and different kinds of lying ect. but its the core issues that i think will have the biggest effect. religion and politics are among those factors 

Even the gods were silent. The Eyrie boasted a sept, but no septon; a godswood, but no heart tree. No prayers are answered here, she often thought, though some days she felt so lonely she had to try. (AFFC)

They prayed at dawn before they broke their fast, kneeling around the still, black pool. Some days the kindly man led the prayer. Other days it was the waif. Arya only knew a few words of Braavosi, the ones that were the same in High Valyrian. (AFFC)

sansa prays to both the old gods and the new but in the eyrie all is silent. theres an emphasis on the lack of gods in her surroundings. in kings landing she has a poignant scene in the sept and she visits the godswood but religion does not play a particularly integral role in her storyline. especially not in her current circumstances. which is why this mostly godless area is an appropriate setting. its almost purely political. she’s lying to lords and flirting with knights against the backdrop of a tourney. her story is still deeply entrenched in courtly drama. 

arya is surrounded by religion. before even arriving in braavos she followed both her mother and father’s gods. she had encountered the faith of r’hllor from thoros of myr and the faceless men from jaqen h’ghar. arya even met a witch who told prophecies from the gods. her introduction to essos brings her to the isle of the gods where she passes numerous religious temples before arriving at the house of black and white. prayers will always be answered in there…for a price. people from all over go to the faceless men to pray for death. arya is training to become a servant, a priestess, of the many faced god. her storyline has always been full of divine intervention and even in braavos, where there are no trees, arya’s gods, the old gods of the north, still reach out in her dreams. 

“… and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back … why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa … Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?“ (Sansa, AFFC)

"The price is you. The price is all you have and all you ever hope to have. We took your eyes and gave them back. Next we will take your ears, and you will walk in silence. You will give us your legs and crawl. You will be no one’s daughter, no one’s wife, no one’s mother. Your name will be a lie, and the very face you wear will not be your own.” (Arya, ADWD)

the intended endgames that arya and sansa are moving towards in their current circumstances is what i find most interesting of all. the difference in the above quotes between give and take is striking.  this continues the theme of politics versus religion and has serious implications for their futures.

littlefinger offers sansa her identity back; the auburn hair and direwolf cloak of sansa stark. he even throws in her ancestral home, the eyrie, and knights to champion her cause for good measure. all sansa must do is (murder a child nbd) marry harry the heir. the end result is she’ll become a lady and marry a lord and have babies as was always meant to be her fate, apparently. she’s only keeping her identity a secret for a relatively short period of time. the entire scheme revolves round capitalizing on the use of sansa’s stark name while acquiring titles/castles in the game of thrones. its all about profit. littlefinger is offering to give and give and give to sansa. 

the faceless men have their gift too. the gift of death. and this has arya on the complete opposite trajectory. her teachers demand she sacrifice everything in order to serve the gods. its the purest form of valar dohaeris. it begins with throwing away her possessions but the ultimate goal is a complete surrender of arya’s identity. which has been in a state of flux since the very beginning but this would be a permanent condition. she will have no hopes or dreams, family or status. there will be no marriages or children in her future. she won’t ever go home. she won’t even have her own face. she will have nothing and be no one. the goal is absolute selflessness before the gods. they will take and take and take from arya. 

obviously, arya is not going to accomplish this because she hid needle and will never truly be able to forget her identity. so she will return to westeros and forge her own path. i believe sansa has to do this too. she can’t follow littlefinger all the way down that road. but there’s theres so much thats yet to be determined. this feels to me like a bait and switch move. grrm uses those a lot. i don’t know where such intense contrast will ultimately lead arya and sansa but i don’t think it will be where the story wants us to expect 

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Headcanons for failed!dates for Chocobros? Like one which go way too bad way to soon. Not the first date, however! They've been with their partner for few months.

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. I’m so sorry. Noct’s came really easily but coming up with dates for the rest of the bros was a trial. 

I threw in a read more after Noct’s because this post got really, really long.


Noctis L.C.

  • It was supposed to be a simple date. Ice cream, movies, lunch, shopping, you know.
  • Well.
  • There’s forecasted rain on the day of the date, but it hasn’t started raining yet, so Noctis and his s/o usher themselves to the ice cream parlor. 
  • They’re out of both of their favorite flavors, but the two of them still get ice cream. Noctis is a bit pouty that he didn’t get his favorite, but eh, things could be worse. 
  • Things do get worse. Noct’s ice cream falls out of the cone about a block away from the parlor. His s/o is laughing at him and offering some of theirs, except then their’s falls out of the cone too. “Instakarma!” Noct cries, but he’s laughing too.
  • The two of them are walking to the movie theatre and everything is fine, but then there’s a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and the sky just opens up and “I thought the forecast said light showers!”
  • They’re are already soaked, but to prevent getting more soaked, they start running to the theatre. It seemed like a good idea until one of them trips, and there was a giant puddle ready for the both of them to fall into.
  • Noctis looks like a drowned cat, and his s/o wants to laugh but they’re a drowned cat too.
  • After that, there’s no running, and they walk to the theatre only to find that the movie they were going to see is completely sold out. For the whole day. Noctis looks increasingly frustrated.
  • “There’s still lunch?” his s/o suggests, and they’re headed to one of the fast food restaurants close by.
  • The restaurant is out of french fries. And chicken tenders. And sandwiches. “What DO you have?” They have broccoli. The restaurant has broccoli.
  • “This is blasphemy against the crown!” Noctis shakes his fist to the sky dramatically, then grins when he sees his s/o really struggling not to laugh at him. 
  • The date itself was a complete disaster, but once the two of them get home, they take a hot shower together and then collapse on the couch and gorge themselves on cup noodles.


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Poldark S3 Was A Huge Disappointment For Me and It All Boils Down To One Root Cause.

I had originally begun a draft of this post that devolved into everything that I cannot stand about how the show chose to move the character of Demelza into a different direction. That part of the post got really, really, really, really long.

Instead of sharing that really, really, really, really long post, I decided to write a new one. It’s also Sunday and the final episode of season 3 hasn’t aired yet as I begin this, but I need to write because for the past 10 weeks, I’ve been doing homework on Sunday mornings. I have no homework to type up because the summer term is finished. I find myself at a loss, so I began this post.

But I digress. You’ll find that I’m really good at that.

This is a really, really, really, really long post about the one reason why Season 3 was a disappointment to me. I’ve been able to distill my disappointment down to one root cause.

If you listen to the @poldarkpodcast​, you know that I regularly submit my opinions on the episodes that just aired. You probably also know that I’m not fond of the direction in which they took Demelza this season.

Actually “not fond” is putting it mildly.

I HATE what they did to her character. I hate, hate, hate it! The Powers That Be decided that Demelza wasn’t “strong” enough or “feisty” enough in the novels, so they had to make her more modern to appeal to modern audiences.

However, in doing so, they basically took a shit all over Winston Graham’s work and a character that was based on his own wife. They’ve taken the product of someone who is a very gifted storyteller and dumbed it down so much, I start to feel stabby.  

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CSBB: Part of the Narrative (4/17)

Emma Swan just wants to write the follow-up to her bestselling debut novel, that’s all. But when she gets off to a rough start with her new editor, Killian Jones, she knows it’s not going according to plan. Then, an unexpected figure from Emma’s past reappears and life begins to mirror the crime thriller she’s penning. Suspicion and secrets abound–but love might too. A writer/editor AU with a thriller twist.

Rated E. Story warnings: sexual content, kidnapping, some gore, violence, and minor character death–not to mention salty language! On Ao3 here.

Chapter warnings: more plotting and lying, and mentions of unpleasant time spent in foster care.

Happy birthday to me! Today I’m going to make like a hobbit and post this chapter (though I’ll let you decide how much of a gift that is, haha.) Just know that your comments and likes and kudos and reblogs have been cherished and squealed over. Thank you to @captainswanbigbang for all you’ve done to make this possible, and all the support you’ve given. Sophie @shady-swan-jones made the delightful banner and another photoset that I adore. Kayla @bleebug did some incredible art for the first chapter, which you can check out here. And all the love and thanks to Kris @sambethe for beta-ing this and making it a ton better.

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Chapter 4

Emma turns in some first drafts, and Killian sees another connection between them. His realization of how much her book means to her sparks a realization of his own.


Killian

Killian pressed his hand to his temple, willing the headache to stay away. He hadn’t seen Emma since his meeting with her at Granny’s a couple weeks before. They’d exchanged emails back and forth, terse on her end and exceedingly polite (he might be compensating for something, his brain whispered) on his.

But today was the day he’d asked for her prospectus and an outline. It was due at the end of the day, which was rapidly approaching. He glanced up at the clock, wincing when he saw that it was nearly three in the afternoon.

Then he heard a knock on his office door. “Come in.”

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So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Word count: a little under 2k

EDIT: just posted this to AO3 as well.

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

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Promise

You guys. I am absolutely excited and extremely elated to share Athelas’ Post Trespasser story. The brainchild of my imagination and @solverne‘s genius ways of translating them into words and thus, creating this magnificent piece about Athelas and Solas’ experiences post Trespasser. 

It has always been a dream for me to have her full story written out and @solverne, the gorgeous and lovely @solverne offered to take on this and write them out for me, after I shared the rough draft of the story with her. She was magnificent and she captured Athelas so perfectly it made me cried so much, and having it completed, right in front of my eyes after a week of discussions.. I’m just so overwhelmed with emotions, it’s a dream come true and this just made me fell more and more in love with my girl and Solas. 

I really do hope they get their happy ending down the road.

Please enjoy it. :’)


Athelas Lavellan x Solas | Post-Trespasser | Angst central, Mild fluff | 20K Words

Original story by me, the lovely writing by @solverne




“My love… I will never forget you.”

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Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

Hi, I jumped into this fandom five days ago, and I already have more than 5x that number of fics to recommend. These should all be SFW, except the last two titles. This is Part One. Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven are elsewhere.

1. Unwritten
Whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

2. Hold Me Tight
Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much. Victor, however— to say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

3. Everyone Knows
Yuri Plisetsky is not stupid. He knows. Everyone knows.

4. A Painting of a Sorrow
Victor finds something worth leaving St. Petersburg for.

5. Potential
Victor, who’d been staring at the ceiling through his boozy haze, spoke slowly. “Hey, Yuri. What do you want to be when you grow up?” “A champion figure skater,” Yuri snapped, like it was so obvious he was offended to be asked. Victor had to grin at the bluster. “Yeah, but… After that?” Yuri didn’t seem to have an answer for that, but eventually he said, less belligerently, “I don’t know. I’m only fifteen.” Me neither, Victor didn’t say, and I’m twenty-six.

6. Blossom and Bloom
When they touch, Yuuri can feel the way that Victor’s mind is moving a million miles per hour.

7. Red Herring
Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world. He’s starving.

8. Dear Mama
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

9. Expomise
Expomise: a transformation spell that bonds two objects together. Yuuri is at Hogwarts. So is everyone else.

10. On My Love
For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.” Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before — back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol. As if it had all been just a dream.

11. On Our Love
Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

12. Hot in Here
“Yuuuuuri,” Victor drawls, leaning his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “It’s hot,” he complains. He’s already down to his t-shirt.Yuuri huffs a little, reluctantly amused. “Maybe you would feel cooler if you didn’t drape yourself all over me.”

13. Those Tell-all Skype Sessions
Phichit isn’t surprised at all when Victor leaps into Yuuri’s arms and gives him a kiss in front of the whole world. He’s just surprised it took this long.

14. Addicted (to the taste of you)
It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying. But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier. If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now. At once. Immediately. (It’s turning into a problem.)

15.  lԄun along my trail
Instead of ending up in last place, Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Finals.

16. with a boy like that it’s serious
“I’m dating Viktor,” Yuuri says, nervous despite himself. “Seriously?” Yurio demands. “I thought the two of you were already married.”

17. and I feel life (for the very first time)
“What do you have in mind for the next season?” A reporter asks him during the press conference and Victor shoots them a smile, trying to buy himself some time. I don’t know, he wants to say. To be honest, after winning gold once more, Victor feels lost more than anything. What does one do after finally fulfilling a longtime promise?

18. with the strength of your devotion
It’s like they don’t even know Viktor, and truly, they don’t.

19. the greatest survival
Training in Russia, training in Japan. It takes a lot to get to the top.

20. the air is heavy with the fragrance of gardenias
It was odd, really, how Viktor Nikiforov had suddenly stopped flirting with his fans. Everyone - his supporters, the media, his former coach - was shocked by the drastic change. Everyone, that is, except for a certain Katsuki Yuuri.

21. one heart to every falling thing
“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”

22. a glide in your step
Ah, Yuuri thinks as his skates touch down on the ice, and even as Yuuko watches him it’s the weight of Viktor’s eyes he feels on his shoulder blades, I’m not ready to let this go.

23. i’m just such a happy mess
The thing is, Victor’s never been very good at denying himself luxuries. And now that Victor has permission to kiss Yuri, he can’t seem to stop. And well, to be honest Yuri doesn’t really want him to. But it is a little inconvenient sometimes.

24. get up again
When Yuuri was drafted by the Detroit Red Wings, it was a dream come true. Years of practice, of hard work, of talking to scouts and agents, of posting his own highlights on Youtube — it all paid off. Sure, he went in the seventh round, surrounded by players who were probably never going to make the show, but Pavel Datsyuk went in the sixth and look at his career. Yuuri was going to make it. He moved all the way across the world for this, competed internationally for this, bled and cried for this. He was going to make it to the NHL. Yuuri didn’t make it.

25. the warmest part of winter
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.

26. i know my madness
It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

I left kudos for so many stories on AO3 this week, but I think I forgot to bookmark a few of them. This list still has the potential to be longer.

Who cares what they think?

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit and I’m rather proud of it, so I decided to post it. The transitions aren’t the best and it might be a little bit over dramatic, but i hope you enjoy non less♡ Enjoy!

warnings; Sadish? Also, I’m not trying to accuse Ethan’s friends for being assholes, it’s just a plot line. also, much longer than I intended. 


You had no idea what you did wrong; but, maybe it was just you in general.

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La douleur exquise

Member: Joshua

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Use of Alcohol; Miscarriage

Rating: Teens and Up

a/n: I found this in my drafts, I think I wrote it for Jun when I saw Jun’s teaser for Al1 but I changed the member to Joshua. Since I haven’t been very active lately and I’m still working on the requests, I thought I’d post this. I’m sorry for taking so long with the requests, I promise I’m working on it, school’s just taking up most of my time.

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One Night Stand

So this has been in my drafts for pretty much forever.  I havent posted it because ive been a little afraid to in all honesty but here goes nothin.  I hope you enjoy it!!

-Cassie

Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies

           You weren’t the type of girl that ever had one night stands, like ever, and you were by no means a puck bunny but when Connor McDavid himself started buying you drinks you couldn’t say no.  For crying out loud it was Connor McDavid, no one could say no.  But the little plus sign was a harsh awakening as to why you didn’t have one night stands.  It wasn’t just a maybe either, this was the fifth test you took.  To make matters even worse every time you had tried to call he sent your call directly to voicemail.  Understandably, no one wanted to keep in touch with a one night stand but what if you were calling to tell him you tested positive for HIV or chlamydia or YOU WERE PREGNANT with his child.

           You weren’t sure what to do, you couldn’t raise a child on your own you could barely keep yourself together.  You were on the verge of writing a letter, a fucking letter, until a friend had suggested you going to a game and getting his attention.  At first it seemed like a great idea but now being at the Rogers Place along with 18,000 other people getting the great captains attention seemed hopeless.  With about ten minutes left in the third you made your way out and down to the changeroom area.  You waited an hour and a half outside the doors receiving looks from everyone that walked by you making you want to scream as loud as you could. Finally, Connor left the changeroom, his hair wet from his shower, his suit looking perfect, and a beautiful smile across his face.  

            He looked in your direction telling his teammates he would catch up with them later.  The smile that was on his face seconds ago, turning into a frown making you regret your decision to tell him.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks you lowly pulling you into a corner.

            “I called you” you start slowly “I wouldn’t have to be here if you would have just answered your phone.”

            “Well sorry (y/n) people don’t usually keep in contact with their one night stands” he says with annoyance laced in his words “I gave you my number but people don’t usually call their one night stand.”

            “You don’t have to keep on reminding me that I was only a one night stand” you say anger taking over you “I found something out and I can’t do it on my own, I don’t have the money to or the time or the mental strength.”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks his voice soft “(y/n) you sound like you’re going to say you’re pregnant.”

           “Connor, I am” you whisper “you got your one night stand pregnant.”

            You could see all the colour drain from his face, mimicking yours after you saw the first test and after your doctor told you. “B-but… but that’s not possible, we-I used protection (y/n) I can’t raise a kid I have my career, I don’t even know you how can we raise a kid together?”

            “And what Connor my life doesn’t matter, I’m in school, I plan to have a career, I can’t raise a kid all by myself” does he really think that you’re going to raise a kid on your own?  Of course, people did it but there is no way you could.

           “That’s not what I meant of course your life matters too but come on (y/n), I the captain of a fucking NHL team you can easily put school on hold for a little while.”

           “Oh!” you yell having absolutely no other response.  Does he realize how expensive university is?  Even though he was handed a full ride scholarship you thought maybe he would have some idea of the cost.

           “Ok that came out wrong” he says quickly “I mean if you’re going to have this kid you’ll have to put school on hold.”

           “I’m not going to get rid of it Connor so yes I will have to put my life on hold, which isn’t what I’m asking you to do, I am just asking you for help” you take a pause to catch your breath and make sure you aren’t about to cry “I don’t have the money to raise a child by myself.”

           “Fine if it’s about money I’ll give you money every month.  But (y/n) I can’t be a father.”

           “Then you’re a coward Connor” the words come out like venom “A fucking coward, you made a mistake and you won’t stand up and help take care of the fucking problem.  Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t want any part of this child’s life, I wouldn’t want him to take any traits from you anyways.”

           “You said him?” he questions quietly looking down at your stomach “did you already find out?”

           “No, it’s still way too early to.  I just have a feeling” you reply, instinctively bringing your hands to your stomach “I’m only about two months along.”

           You stand in silence for a few minutes, silently contemplating what you should do. Apologize for calling him a coward? Ask him once more to be a part of the baby’s life?  Or just leave?  You pick the last option and begin to make your way out of the arena before the tears start flowing.

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           “Whenever you’re ready in there little buddy, mommy’s ready for you to get outta there” you laugh a little at the baby voice Connor used, it wasn’t the first time but it always managed to make you laugh.  

             Connor hadn’t chased after you that day at the arena but two weeks later at an ultrasound appointment he showed up and shed a tear when the technician played the heartbeat, not that he would ever admit it, and continued to come to every appointment since then.  He had introduced you to his team as his girlfriend even though he hadn’t asked you about it.  But after that he asked you and made it official, and five months later you were basically living in his house.  

              Now in the home stretch of your third trimester you couldn’t wait to get the baby boy out.  Indeed, your hunch had been right, Connor insisted you find out the gender to be sure you were buying the right products and because he though it would be a girl and wanted to prove it to you.  The baby’s room had been painted and all set up, the theme, of course, Edmonton Oilers and hockey in general.  At first the rest of the team had been hesitant about you, wondering if Connor was positively the dad and weary that you were just using him for the money but after you convinced them with a DNA test they took you in and treated you like family.  You understood the hesitancy and you were glad for it knowing that your baby would be raised in such a wonderful environment.  Many of the wives that were already mothers were ecstatic to help you with everything and the entire team loved teasing Connor about becoming a dad.

           “Con, I’m happy that I chose you to have a one night stand with” you smile at him “but if he ever asks I think we should tell him something else.”

           “Yeah” Connor says after thinking about it for a minute “that sound like a good plan.  I’m happy you didn’t give up when I didn’t answer your calls.”

           “(y/n) after he’s born I’m going to marry you” Connor says moving up the bed to be beside you “because you deserve everything and I’m going to give it to you.”

           You can’t help the tears that start coming out of your eyes “I love you so much Connor McDavid” you say leaning forward to kiss him.

           “And don’t worry” he starts again “I’m going to propose to you in the best way you could ever thing of.”

I know I haven’t written anything yet besides my Raw liveblogging yells, I’m not used to do it cause first of all there are people who do it way better than me, and secondly because I always need some time to process what I’ve seen, especially in these last months, so I rather spam your dash with gifs and edits and leave text posts to others.
This time is different, though, because I really have too much stuff to get off of my chest. Because basically the booking that Dean and Seth are getting is way more than everything I’ve been dreaming about in two years of delirious Ambrollins fangirl headcanons. Because that night of July 2016, while crying real tears over my boys being split by the draft after a few months from Seth’s return and a glorious but too short feud, I couldn’t imagine at all that they would have ever had such a great storyline just a year later. Because Dean and Seth being tag team partners on their own and chasing the titles together was something too big I never dared to dream for real.
Seth said too many important things in that promo. He exposed Dean’s feelings as only he knows how, with that Seth Rollins’ cockiness that he still uses as an armour to look strong and not emotionally involved… but Seth is just as weak as Dean when it comes to his wrestling soulmate. He didn’t do all this to manipulate him for other purposes, cause he’s not the one to become Grand Slam champion if they’re going after the tag team titles. And he wouldn’t have borne so many continuous rejections if it wasn’t about Dean Ambrose. As I wrote previously, Dean was the pivotal figure to definitively legitimate Seth’s face turn: he made several steps in that direction so far, but that wasn’t enough… he needed Dean to redesign, rebuild and redeem himself.
“A look at your eyes tells me that you’re lying, cause the truth is, I know you care, and I know you know that if we teamed up again, we could run this place. […] Maybe our differences is why we work so well together, maybe that’s why that whether we’re fighting against each other, or especially WITH each other, there’s nobody that can touch us.“
Seth talked directly to Dean’s heart this time, not to his guts. And when he thought there was nothing else to say and do to convince him and turned away to get out of the ring, Dean held him. That was the moment my heart stopped beating for a while. The most. Beautiful. Moment. Ever.
And then, they started to fight. Cause none of them can get over it. They kicked the shit out of each other like during the good old times of their feud cause they still don’t know what their feelings are, but they still have a lot of them for each other. It was damn intense and touching, I was breathless for the whole time. And when Cesaro and Sheamus interrupted them to throw them off, those deep feelings came out again. Dean’s face when they were both punching Seth was something I won’t ever forget: for the first time in years, he truly realised they were attacking not the guy he has been constantly bickering with for the last three years… they were attacking his brother. And Seth, like Dean, went immediately to his rescue when they were on him: they both fought like lions to protect each other and this time it wasn’t about proving something: it was the protective instinct coming out, it was about being one the shield for each other.
I’m so grateful for all this. I’m incredibly happy that the ones they’re feuding with for the titles are Sheamus and Cesaro, cause it has a symbolic meaning: they became the most threatening tag team of Raw starting as enemies who through time turned into good friends, which is basically what is happening to Dean and Seth. But Dean and Seth have a way deeper background story, and them being on the same page again after going through all this is the ultimate step for being actually ready to challenge their opponents.
And this isn’t even the best thing of the whole story, cause what is making it really EPIC is the fact that the whole WWE universe has never been so invested as much as it’s being invested into this angle. Since I’ve been a fan, I’ve never seen the crowd cheering a friendship this way, and actually the only time I’ve witnessed so much hype was when they had their last feud before the first draft. Because haters can blabber whatever they want, Seth himself proved them wrong with that last promo, saying it loud and clear: whether they’re friends or enemies, Rollins and Ambrose make fans’ hearts beat faster. And there’s something else that speaks volumes about it: Seth, the Man, Raw’s first choice, hasn’t been involved in the main title picture for almost a year now, and many may think that him and Dean being reduced to a tag team could be a a downfall for two main eventers like them; yet, his last tweets about it are clearly showing how he’s being genuinely HAPPY of his booking. He’s happy to be side by side with his Dean again and he just can’t hide it, and none can say this is just “fanservice”, cause everyone knows the numberless times he talked out of character about the special bond between them two. If this isn’t the greatest thing that WWE has given us in years, I don’t know what to say.

Tag, Your It || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader 

Fandom: Uncharted.

Requested: Yes! My first one!! [A request for Sam where you two are good friends, but both have feelings for each other. You’re always flirting and stuff but no one has made a move yet. One day you’re playing lasergun with Nate, elena and Sam, girls against boys. Sam finds you and sneaks up to you from behind, putting his gun to your head and holding you against his chest. But instead of shooting it ends up in a hot make out session. Later interrupted by Nate and elena who are wondering where you are :) xx love your writing!]

Prompt: Taking a break from the treasure hunting business, you, Sam, Nate and Elena all decided to unleash your inner children in a free for all game of Lazer Tag. Given the dark environment years of built up sexual tension between you and Sam finally crumbles down on the both of you. 

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Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Lmaooo so I wrote half of this and saved it as a draft but good old tumblr didn’t save it so heck. Y u gotta do me like that tumblr? SEND THROUGH REQUESTS TOO LOVELIESS <3 its also 2 am so i tried to edit it as best as I could but lmao heck/



Cursing under her breath, Y/N had made a break for the barrier, her heart pounding in her chest. It was dark, hard to hear but she knew they weren’t too far behind her. She leant up against the barrier, panting to gradually gather her breath back before jumping back into the action. 

Despite the fact that Y/N was in the centre of a large foam arena and the gun she had in her hand was actual a lazer gun, it was almost as if she was back in Madagascar trying to fend off shoreline mercenary’s or as if she was back in the ruins of Avalon the legendary Island of King Arthur.

The fact was that Y/N, a grown woman and three of her other supposedly more ‘mature’ friends, decided that they’d spend their well deserved break from treasure hunting in an adults arcade filled with games like Lazer tag to fuel their childish needs. 

Once Y/N caught her breath she bounded up and over the barrier just in time to see a silhouetted figure dart around a corner. She smirked and chased down the figure, not holding back the trigger when she rounded the corner herself. The lazer shot beamed from the barrel of the gun and hit directly at the chest plate which lit up and triggered the lights to flick on. 

“This rounds winner, Y/N.” the autoplay system announced, she grinned proudly and bit back a laugh after discovering her victim was Nate. “What can I say, you gotta be sneakier.” She shoved his shoulder and stepped back awaiting for the next rounds instructions. 

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Dan Howell’s Ten Step Plan

Summary: Dan Howell may have been only fifteen, but he knew where his life was going. He was going to be a runway model, (his pastel goth fashion and thousands of tumblr followers assured him of that.) And just because he has a crush on Phil, a year eleven who also happens to be super dream and in drama, that doesn’t change Dan’s plan. It just inspires him to come up with a new one. A ten-step plan, to be exact.
Word Count: 10021
Warnings: some swearing, making out, mentions of sex, anxiety, angst at the end, slight homophobia (typical teenage boy stuff)
A/N: I’m so excited to be sharing my PBB3 fic with all of you! Special thanks to my artist, Sasha, (x) and my beta cloackativelys for being so lovely. Also, thanks to Josie for being a team player and actually reading the first draft of the fic before anyone else. Please enjoy!

Dan could already see it. One day, he was going to be a model. He had dreams about it; walking down the runway in the latest fashion, everyone taking his picture, people going ‘oo’ and ‘ah as he walked with confidence. He would buy a mansion with the millions of dollars he had and he would fly to exotic places in his own private helicopter. His partner, (and not just a wife, if a hot, rich guy wanted Dan he would say yes in two seconds) would be equally as famous and would support Dan in everything he did. He would maybe fly back to Wokingham to rub in the face of all of the people who called him a gaylord —when he was so obviously bisexual— that he was rich and famous and they weren’t. Unfortunately, today was not that day.

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