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Tuesday. 18:32.

Sana hadn’t left her room for hours. She had heard Elias opening the door for his friends and barred herself in. She couldn’t bear to see Yousef. She didn’t even know what she’d do. She took out her phone. She had several unanswered messages from Yousef. Saturday morning, he had simply written: “Good morning”. Later that day he had sent a funny video of the guys doing something stupid. Sunday, he had written that her dad had told his dad about the vodka incident, which Yousef countered with playing fake offended his parents could even think he would drink. With each message Sana had opened it, she had started to write something, but she was unable to find the words. What could she say? “Muslims are only allowed to marry other Muslims. It says so in the Qur’an”, Sana remembered saying to Noora. She was trying to discourage her from seeing Yousef as anything other than a friend.  She scrolled through his sea of blue messages. After Sana hadn’t answered he had started sending question marks. And “is everything okay”. She finally got to the original messages. The ones that had changed everything. “I’m not Muslim” and “I don’t believe in Allah”. Sana sighed. She wanted to cry. But whenever she tried the tears wouldn’t come. Sana always prided herself in being tough. When she was little she and Elias would get into fights, and she never lose. She wouldn’t win either, but she kept at it, never breaking, never crying, never wanting to show any weakness. And now? All she wanted was to cry. And she couldn’t. 

“Sana!” she heard her mother calling. “Dinner’s ready”. Her heart stopped. She didn’t want to leave this room as long as Yoursef was still out there.

“I’m not hungry!” She yelled back. 

She heard foot steps towards her room. Sana put her phone away. “Please just help me set the table”

“Why don’t you ask Elias?”

“Don’t start with me”, her voice turned stern. Sana knew she had angered her mother. She never liked it whenever Sana threw her double standards about Sana and Elias in her face. “Elias has guests. Help me”.

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anonymous asked:

that's fine, thank you! i was wondering how you envision how sunny and veil first met?

it didn’t feel like a break when it happened. in fact, sunny hadn’t felt it at all until the fight was over, the smell of blood thick in the air and pain shooting through his shoulder like someone had shoved a knife through it. what was worse was how it looked, his shoulder gone terribly bruised, all purple and red. every tiny movement shot pain through his chest and down his arm in a way that made him want to grit his teeth to dust.

it was easy to hide it from almost everyone, his expression stony the whole ride back even though it took every fiber of his being not to flinch when his arm jostled. the other clippers didn’t look at him twice and quinn certainly didn’t either, but there was nothing he could hide from waldo.

“you’re not very smart are you.” each one of waldo’s words were gritted out and cutting, but the frown furrowing his thick brows was heavy with concern as he stared sunny down, two fingers sunk into his bicep. sunny breathed in slow, avoiding waldo’s gaze because he didn’t have anything to say. he didn’t like this. the pain was one thing but getting hurt itself was another. he hadn’t gotten hurt like this since he was a colt. he had lost focus for a second and now he was paying the consequences. a cut here and there was one thing, but this… if it was a break it wasn’t good.

“go see veil.” waldo grunted, turning away from sunny dismissively.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know the davekat fic where it's set on the meteor in daves perspective, and it's mainly about him dealing with the trauma caused by bro, and it's also centred around training to fight lord English since that was daves 'job' but obvi he has a hard time with it and actually has a panic attack when he spars with vriska/terezi??? It's a slow burn fic bewteeen Dave n karkat and I think there was a scene with them sleeping in kats sleep pod (dunno how to spell it lol)?? This is so vague soRRY

that’s within, without! it’s one of the best meteorstucks out there and the author did a neat trick with the very first and very last lines that i really dig. another slow burn fic that i adore/recommend called >dave: survive three years on this rock also has a scene where dave has a panic attack while sparring with terezi, at vriska’s request. that fic is unique as far as davekat meteorstuck goes because it gives dave’s friendship with rose and terezi a lot of attention/screen time

I need to read some good fics

PLEASE just drop links like crazy to any good fics you know of. I’ve been writing so much that now I need a little break and want to read some good stuff

Please make sure the fics are:

Within MCU
idk about slash/straight/ABO I will read it all
Please god give me the smut I would fully enjoy blushing whilst fanning myself and drinking wine

That’s it. All I want.

Let me know!! Hook me up with some good stuff and I promise I will shower the authors with love and adoration!!


Pairing: Lams (Laurens x Hamilton) 

warnings: None! 

word count: 1216

A/N: I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve just been really muddled with some events going on recently, but hopefully I’ll be back on track soon. I just want to take a moment to thank the queen, Adri (@im-writing-out-of-time) for  just being there for me and helping me get my shit back together. Thank you so much <3 without further ado, please enjoy this light and fluffy lil fic <3 

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

Never missing a beat, Alexander’s fingers drummed against the table as his knee bounced. He stared blankly at the wall, chewing at his lip, mind racing. He registered something- a noise, a someone- but it didn’t quite grab his attention.

Tap tap tap-

“Alexander!” John shouted. Alex jolted, jumping up with a start, head snapping to the side to look at him. “What?!”

“What has got you so worked up, babe?” John asked, concern flooding his tone.

Alexander shook his head, sitting back down. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He dismissed, pulling out his phone. He stared at it, retreating back into his mind.

“Alexander, your phone isn’t even on.” John rose from his seat, crossing the room. He leaned down on the back of Alex’s chair, loosely linking his arms around his boyfriend’s chest, nuzzling into his neck. Alex melted into the gentle touches, setting his phone down and closing his eyes.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” John coaxed, pressing a soft kiss to the base of Alex’s neck.

“No.” Alexander opened his eyes, leaning back with a heavy sigh.

John scoffed, but Alexander could hear the hurt in his tone. He didn’t pull away though, and Alexander felt himself clinging to the warmth that John carried with him, addicted to the feeling that would pool in his heart that he felt every time John touched him. 

Two years they’ve dated, and Alexander knew- he knew he loved John. He felt it hard; his world seemed to be brighter when he looked at John, every nerve would jolt with electricity when he would brush against his skin, the sound of his voice would clear Alexander’s mind on his worst days.

Alexander loved everything about John. From the freckles spattered across his skin that Alex would kiss to the scars accumulated from childhood incidents that marred his arms, the rough pads of his fingers and the palms of his hands to the lean muscles that would pull taut when Alexander ran feather-light fingers across the skin, especially his beautifully complex mind that he still couldn’t figure out.

He didn’t just love John. He was in love with him.

“Please,” John pleaded, pulling away from Alexander. Immediately, he felt cold, and he stood, turning to face the other. “Why won’t you let me help?”

“I’m scared,” Alexander whispered. “Of what you’d say.”

“You know that I’d never think differently of you, love.”

“I know but…” Alex trailed off, rubbing his hands over his face.

“But…?” John pressed.

“I’m not ready,” Alexander countered.

John pursed his lips, a troubled look darting across his face.

Alexander was terrified that John would say no if he asked. He was scared that two years wasn’t enough to convince him, that he wasn’t ready, or worse- that he didn’t love Alexander anymore. Besides, he didn’t even have a ring yet- he had debated on it, actually, but ultimately decided that he would just get a simple ring, golden topaz set in a dark band.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” John finally said at last, frowning as he chose his words carefully. “But I’m worried. Are you sure I can’t help?” He reached out, cupping one side of Alexander’s face, running his thumb over his cheekbone.

Alexander leaned into the touch, moving his hand over John’s to keep it in place as his eyes fluttered shut.

Now or never, Alexander, his heart shouted at him.

But what if it’s too early and you blow it? His brain countered immediately.

“I love you Alexander, I’m never going to stop loving you.”

“John, I… I love you so much. I know I’ve said it so many times over the two years that we’ve been together, but I want- I want you to know, I mean it, with all my heart and mind, I- I don’t want this to end. I don’t want us to end. I love you so much.” Alexander didn’t pause for a second, stumbling over the words that he had rehearsed in his head for so many weeks.

“I know that I’m not the best, I know that I haven’t been the easiest to be with. There’s so many others who could make you happier, give you more-”

“Alexander-” John began to protest.

“-but, god, I’m so glad that you’ve stayed through it all. I’m so glad you’ve not given up on me. I used to think that I wasn’t going to make it, and if I did, I wouldn’t need anyone. I thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, but now I realize that I can’t do that. I can’t be alone after being with you.”

His speech seemed to be enough to spark the courage in Alexander’s body, because he found himself taking John’s hand in both of his own, dropping to his knee.

“You know that I’m the kind of man who doesn’t think, I just make rash decisions, I take chances, but John Laurens, believe me when I tell you that I’ve spent so many sleepless nights thinking about my next question.”

Alexander took a breath, not allowing his next words to be caught up in his throat.

“All I need is you. John, will you marry me?”

Everything stopped. There was no sound, no movement for a second, only Alexander and John, and John and Alexander.

When John didn’t reply, Alexander began to speak again, panic invading his words. “I-I know you probably, um, think this is crazy, that I’m insane, but trust me when I say I’ve never needed anything more. If- If you’re not ready then I’ll wait till the day I die. I love you- I’m in love with you, John, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life-”

Alexander had let go of John’s hands, standing. Now he felt anxiety sinking into his skin, crawling into his nerves, making the edges of his vision blur with tears that began to seep out of the corners of his eyes. As the first tears began to slip out, John flung his arms around Alexander, pulling him into a deep kiss.

When he pulled back, he was smiling brighter than all the stars in the universe. His own face was wet with tears, and he was nodding- nodding yes, it seemed, because he was at a loss for words.

Alexander broke into a smile as well, cupping John’s face and pulling him back, peppering his face in kisses as the other laughed.

“We can go down to the courtroom and sign the papers today, nothing huge,” Alexander said between kisses. “I’m sorry I don’t have your ring yet, I wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon-”

“Wait. You were like… planning a whole thing? And getting me a ring?” John asked, seemingly dumbfounded. Alexander nodded. “Yeah, I told you I spent a lot of time thinking this over.” Alexander shrugged, but leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“But don’t worry, I’ll get you your ring, prince,” Alexander purred. “But go get dressed, I wanna get married.” John grinned from ear to ear, kissing him quickly before bounding out of the room. Alex smiled to himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet from the excitement before going to get dressed as well.

Made half my minimum wordcount today and finished the scene I’ve been rewriting – this is kind of an odd chapter as it’s partially a set-up chapter, and it’s getting major changes from its original version.

I’ve been in a pretty godawful headspace the past few weeks that’s making everything hard, especially writing, because, ha, one of the causes is that Celebration messed me up in a bad way and I’m having trouble remembering that I actually like Star Wars right now.  Another one is that I’ve got several balls in the air right now and not all of them are going to be resolved any time soon, so there’s a bit of constantly holding my breath at the moment.  And then, you know, the state of the U.S. at the moment and the fact that it’s still wool sweater weather here and my parents and the thing that happened in December is still messing me up five months down the line (and got dragged back up recently).  So I feel pretty awful at the moment, and I would like to resolve at least one of these things, preferably the Star Wars one because it makes no sense.

I s2g @swanemma and I have some magical, psychic powers when it comes to Jennifer Morrison.

  1. A few days ago, I wrote a short au for Maya’s birthday in which Killian mentions Emma’s freckles. Later that night, Jen steps out in the most freckle revealing outfit, god bless.
  2. Today, Maya and I sob over how fit Jen is and literally .2 seconds later, Jen posts a pic of herself working out.

anonymous asked:

dude whats ya fave maebea fanfic??? have u read Fireflies???? or Compromise Is Key??? or Home Enough??? Or Rite Of Spring???? THEYRE ALL SO GOOD AHH

Oh god, there’s actually a lot of MaeBea stories that I really love! xD

But my favorites has been: 

  1. Never Ending Night - panfulprose
  2. Compromise Is Key - Docjackal
  3. The Broken Road That Led Me to You - duckatrice
  4. Life Starts Now - TheRedLotusFlower88
  5. The Only Queer Kids in Possum Springs - priestessamy

(And thus the list goes on and on…)

I also recommend @fuzzinator23 Friendship Bites on AO3; a vampire MaeBea fanfic too (-w-)b

@t3f3r since you’re looking for more fanfics to read I suggest these ones for you! I guarantee 100%! 


will i ever stop making fanart for this fic????????? 

more gifts for @adreamingsongbird!! just think of this as me stuffing love letters in your shoe locker like in the animes 


Maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were. 

Riverdale, “Chapter Four: The Last Picture Show”


Once I’ve read @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon‘s amazing Victuuri Soulmate AU compilation I just had to draw something from it! So here it is!(finally)
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