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“Disturbing, these findings are.” Master Yoda’s ears droop slightly, as his clawed hand gently lays the datapad he held back on the table.

“That’s the least you can call it.” Mace massages his temples and breathes deeply and evenly. The sheer magnitude of the discovery is enough to stop one’s breath. “How have we missed this?”

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Skye Miller

I feel like many people have seen Skye as another Hannah Baker situation, personally, I think Skye is so much stronger. Don’t get me wrong Hannah was a very strong character, but I can’t see Skye breaking like Hannah did.

We all know that Clay found out about Skye cutting herself. Self harm is a serious issue that needs to be dealt with in a way that is helpful to the self-harmer but also confidential enough so it’s not a hugely dramatised subject. For this reason, I’m glad that Clay found out about Skye’s issue because now he can help her as opposed to being another bystander while another person self destructs.

Skye is such a badass from her tattoos, piercings, dress sense and all around attitude. I find her attitude refreshing as it defies all the social standards and stigma around being an emo or goth.

American Horror Story: Asylum (E5: I Am Anne Frank Pt 2)
  • "I am sorry we have to meet like this, but confidentiality is the heart and soul of my work."
  • "I trust my instincts. Instincts are everything."
  • "If he is who you suspect, the last thing you want to do is corner him."
  • "I've waited so many years for this. I can wait a few more minutes."
  • "You put up a bit of a fight, I hear. You had to be sedated."
  • "Why do I have to wear this uncomfortable dress?"
  • "Now there will be no tomorrow."
  • "You need to give yourself permission to remember."
  • "It sounded to me as if there was some juicy little tidbit stuck in your craw."
  • "Your ineptitude is staggering."
  • "Is that your idea of an apology?"
  • "I'd prefer you grovel. I think I'm entitled to it."
  • "What do you say we chalk it up to the barometric pressure and never speak of it again?"
  • "Even though I didn't fully understand your work, I feel I've been an important part of it."
  • "I trust you completely."
  • "Men are never gonna accept a woman taking charge, especially not a woman as strong as you are."
  • "In my opinion, you never really had a chance."
  • "What's your poison, sweetheart?"
  • "You are the person to tell my story."
  • "We need to keep her around a little longer for our purposes."

My sister’s thoughts while watching eyewitness:

• She loved Tyler (not that I was surprised, she’s got a type)
• every time Ryan appeared “no nOO NOT YOU AGAIN”
• Helen lost a lot of cookie points in the last few episodes but by the end she was loving her again
• Gabe as BestFatherOfTheYear™
• “Tony I love you but for fuck’s sake sTOP GIVING OUT CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION TO PEOPLE!”
• during the finale: “Anne no no no nOO”
• “Lukas’ hair was so fake honestly please let him have his natural hair colour next time”
• during the sex scene: “oh my god they’re..? They’re doing it??? Isn’t Lukas in pain??? Stop! Guys no, no, ahi, painful, stop trying to take his shirt off he jUST GOT SHOT!”
• “ok I love this tv show and I’m gonna scream if we don’t get season 2
• but
• everything
• is
• liteRaLLY
• BLACK AND WHITE?????
• who was in charge?? Why did they decide the show needed to be this grey blob???”

So all in all I can say she loved it and she is now a true eyewitness fan.
Mission accomplished.

Green-Bucky x Reader

Prompt: Reader has to go to a mission which requires her to pretend to be someone’s lady turning Bucky into a furious puppy at the side being teased by Sam and Steve

You and Thor were told to get information on another Hydra agent. It would have been a lot easier if said agent didn’t spend all of his free time in a sex club. That, however, also meant that you and the God of Thunder had to pretend to be lovers…and very kinky. Great!

You forced your way into a tight black dress that showed far more skin than you would have liked whilst Thor wore a velvet suit. You couldn’t help but look at him because damn, he was good to look at. 

“Lady Y/N, you look splendid.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you thanked Thor. You put his hair into a low bun for him before the pair of you went to talk to Steve.

“Guys, you know what to do, right? Simply get the intel and leave.” He looked pointedly at the pair of you. “Avoid violence.” Both you and Thor nodded and the super soldier let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was more that he was petrified as to what would happen if the agent found out. It was risky.

“Steve, calm down. We’ll be fine. You’re going to be listening in anyway.” You saw Steve calm  down a little, but you knew that this was personal. Shield was built up by people that he knew and that he cared about. “Also, my contacts mean that you can see everything that I do, calm down.”

“Just don’t forget, Thor, you’re Charles Smith, and Y/N, you’re Vicky Clarke.” You weren’t too fond of your alias but it had to do.

***

“After you, my dear.” Thor let you through the door first. Immediately, your eyes scanned the room. A woman appeared in front of you, her body was barely covered and her lips were bright red.

“Hello sir and madam, how may we help you today?” She had a bright smile and you let Thor answer. In all honestly, you were taken aback by the club. There were girls on poles and topless males roaming around.

“We are looking for Charlotte, we have booked an appointment with her. I am Charles, and this is my girlfriend Vicky.” Thor looked at you and brushed a stray hair from your face. “Isn’t she beautiful?” 

The lady took you to a private room where you were instructed to wait until Charlotte met you. In your ear, you heard Steve talk. Good job, guys. You knew that he was still holding his breath as something could go wrong at any moment.

***

“If she kisses him. God, I don’t like it as it is.” Bucky was more than a little unamused at the thought of Y/N potentially kissing Thor as he liked her. Just a little. “Why did you pick him, Steve?”

Sam and Steve looked at each other amused. “A little uncomfortable, Buck?” The two men couldn’t help their amusement at Bucky’s behaviour. For an ex-assassin, he was pretty soft.

“I just don’t like it.” He wiggled his metal arm and let out an angry sigh. He kept his focus on the screen. Nothing was going on just yet.

“If you wanted to go with Y/N, you could have just told us.” Both of them knew that Bucky liked Y/N but teasing him was more fun than anything else and so tease him they did.

“You’re like the hulk: green and angry.” Sam piped up and it sent Steve into hysterics. Bucky wanted to storm off but he had to make sure that Y/N was safe.

***

A woman walked into the room. She was stunning and automatically took a liking to Thor. “Hello, I am Charlotte. How can I help you? What fantasies would you like to fulfil?”

“Well, our friend Jamie recommended that we see you in particular. He says that you’re very good at keeping a secret.” You smirked at the woman and she smiled back at you. You traced your hand on Thor’s thigh and curled into him a little.

“I can certainly help. You must talk to me about what you want. Be open.” Her hand went to Thor’s arm and she lowered her body a little so her breasts were fully in his view.

“Well, we want Jamie’s location.” You stalked to the door, you hips swayed a little and your stance was more rigid than it was before.

“I thought that you were his friends, why would you need his location?” Charlotte was more alert and she stood up only to have Thor push her back down. “I am not to say where he is, it comes with the whole confidentiality thing.” 

“Now, that would be great for him, but not so good for you. It only takes one phone call before every dirty little secret of yours is dug up.” You took your phone from your bra and let out a smirk. “The choice is up to you.”

***

Bucky et out a breath. When Y/N looked down, Bucky saw her breasts and he tried to be a gentleman and look away. He really did. “I’m sure you and your lover will be happy to know that I don’t know where Jamie is.” The voice from the monitor drew Bucky from his mind and back to watching the scene unfold.

“Come here, babe.” Y/N called Thor and she kissed him. The pair of them blocked the door still and Bucky felt his blood boil. “Now tell me, where is Jamie?”

“You okay, Buck?” Steve moved slowly to Bucky. “Upset that it wasn’t you Y/N was kissing, right?” Bucky threw a mock punch at Steve which was easily dodged.

“Ah-ah-ah. That’s not very nice, is it Bucky?” Sam couldn’t fight his grin when he said that to Bucky who simply flipped him the finger. “Why don’t you just tell the damn girl that watching her kiss Thor, you actually turned into a giant, green, rage monster?”

At that moment, Bruce walked in. The three men had to explain what was going on to avoid offending the older scientist. Banner laughed and shook his head as he got a mug of coffee and returned to his lab.

***

You and Thor returned to the Avengers Tower with the intel that you needed. Charlotte said that she would keep her mouth shut about what happened due to the methods employed. Sadly, it was something that Steve did not approve of.

Bucky asked to talk to you privately. Your heart was beating a little faster than normal and you hoped that he didn’t notice that you were a little uncomfortable. “Y/N…so you know I-uh like you.” Bucky’s words were rushed but you caught it.

“Then, it’s a good thing that I like you too then.” You cupped Bucky’s face and kissed him tentatively. He responded straight away and wrapped his metal arm around you.

“You owe me twenty bucks, Cap.” You broke away from the kiss and turned around to see Steve hand, Sam, a note. Bucky threw them the finger and carried you to his room.

“You know, I didn’t like seeing you kiss Thor.” Bucky ground his hips on yours and your focus went from the conversation you were having to the feeling of friction. “Was his lips on yours better than mine? Did you like the taste of him?” 

Bucky sucked at your neck, he purposely left marks on you so that the entire tower knew that you were his.

WHAT IS THE TRUTH. (fic)

FANDOM: Bleach

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: IchiRuki, Yachiru, Nemu

SUMMARY: When Ichigo’s knee becomes injured, the means of how becomes a hot scandal… Or at least. Yachiru intends to make it that way. Crack fic.

A/N: Bruh I don’t even know where this came from but lololol originally inspired by @deathberryprompts’ prompt last week “shattered,” but carried over to this week’s “excuses.”  AU where Ichigo is Rukia’s vice captain, Yachiru and Nemu still exist, the Karakura gang come in and out of Soul Society to learn stuff and things and EVERYTHING IS AS IT SHOULD BE BASICALLY. 

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Imagine going to Hogwarts a couple years after the Battle.

Imagine being sorted into Slytherin, not knowing what to really expect after hearing only terrible things on the train to school. Image the quiet acceptance by many, the louder, brash comments by others. Image getting to the Common Room after dinner, and seeing the quiet elegance that takes over the somber room. The glass walls, giving a view of the lake from inside, the beautiful serenity that takes place on the other side. The hidden details in artworks, in candles and chandeliers, in the woodwork of tables and chair legs. Yes, there’s an extravagance to them: it’s all fine marble and porcelain, all the hype of nobility. But there’s the quiet side to it all.

Imagine being pulled aside by one of the louder voices from the Great Hall. Being told “we have a reputation, it’s true. But many of us only did what we were being told to do. Many of us were afraid to do otherwise. How many of our parents sided with the Voldemort? How many of them slunk off at his defeat, were never caught? That fifth year over there? Disowned and thrown out of their home after their parents found out they sided with the school. And that third year? Their parents died in the battle.” Just finding out the stories behind the other students, behind this House noted for dark wizards. Some did turn dark, but so many were forgotten, solely for their House’s reputation, and you can’t help but wonder, what good people may have been lost due to harsh words. Taking that knowledge, and setting yourself to change the House’s reputation, turning it from racism and pain, to pride and change.

Imagine being sorted into Gryffindor, the House every first year wants to get into? The riotous cheering, the show that happens. Imagine entering the Common Room, expecting parties and cheers, but finding a sort of sombriety that screams. There is the warmth, the fire in the hearth crackling away. But there, on the mantle, and on tables to both sides, sit a sort of shrine. Pictures, tokens, flowers enchanted to never wilt, letters. Some images wave, or offer sad shrugs. Others stand still, a moment captured in time, smiles never faultering.

Imagine standing there, staring. Imagine a quiet voice at your side, a seventh year. “Those are only some of the students we lost. We keep the memorials the best we can. The older students who died aren’t there. These are the younger ones, the ones who would have been still in school. When they reach what would have been their last year here, we send their relatives all the things that were left for them. Doesn’t matter what House they were, either.” Imagine learning that not all courage is bravado and danger. That sometimes the hardest courage to hold in your heart is the memory and duty to others. You listen for hours, about all these students. Stories, names. You find yourself at the end, smiling and crying like everyone else, knowing that they may be lost, but they weren’t forgotten.

Imagine being sorted into Ravenclaw. You know what was said, that you must be the smartest ones, the ones that are clever and booksmart. There’s quiet, almost calculated applause, and you are welcomed honestly, but a little cold. Imagine getting to the Common Room, expecting much of the same, but among the brilliant blue and bronze, there’s a feverish commotion. Ink splatters much of any surface. Papers are pinned up over everything. Books litter every surface, and mugs of tea, coffee, cocoa cover anything not already taken up. People are shouting, quills writing so furiously they snap within minutes.

A second year grins at you, understanding your sudden overwhelming. “We were like this too, last year. All these papers? Research. Proposals. Petitions. We may not be fighters, but sometimes the toughest battles are the bloodless ones.” You find out all the details: one of their family members told them about some of the paperwork almost submitted and passed through the Ministry of Magic. The House decided at a whole that it wouldn’t stand for that, not at all. Thus began years of work, drafting reforms while still in school. “A fresher memory of things that came to pass,” they say. “Knowing how words can be twisted.” Studious does not mean uncombative, you realize, as you take up your own quill and parchment, your own sword and shield, and join the battle.

Imagine being in Hufflepuff, sorted into the House most frequently mocked. Useless, boring. And though the others mock you, the reception is the warmest, sweetest thing, like your favorite treat, freshly made, just for you. Imagine coming into the bright warmth and homeliness of the Common Room, and noting the quiet corners, glittering with spells and sigils. You notice the students wearing other House colors, speaking with older students of your own House.

“We have never been broken into,” says the fourth year, showing you around. “Only House not to. Doesn’t mean we don’t take in others that need it. We have so many wonderful Hufflepuff alumni, too humble to accept lavish praise. We are the quiet House, yes, but that’s why we’re needed.” They explain to you what they’ve started doing. “We have no counselors at the school, we rely so much on magic…sometimes magic is the last thing you need. We do that. We offer advice, if they want it. Mostly just a lending ear, or a hug, or just someone you can go to and sit in silence with. And we never tell anyone else what we’re told. Confidentiality, you see. We’re loyal. And if we find out that someone has been awful to one of the people we see here? Well. Badgers have teeth and claws, after all.” And you learn that loyal and hardworking doesn’t mean pushover. It means ferocity and caring, and you can’t help but think that a badger may be the best symbol for this House after all.

Imagine Hogwarts, after the Battle. Imagine how they only ask you sit with your House during the Sorting feast and the last feast of the year. Imagine how students make friends between Houses, and you can find groups of students talking with each other. How classes are smoother now, with all the Houses working together to study and work on projects and research. Imagine how the school changes for the better, and the professors look on with pride. Imagine how, somewhere in the school, the Founders’ portraits all look to each other, smiles wide, because after all this time, they finally get it. They finally get what it all means.

15 Hours Sherlock X Reader

I really had fun with this one <3

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You rolled your suitcase out of your door. The air was dark and cold, not yet touched by the sun. The only sounds were the faint humming coming from a street light that was flickering about 25 feet away from you and the sound of the wheels on your suitcase coming in contact with the bumps in the sidewalk. A car pulled up and you opened the trunk and inserted your suitcase. You hopped into the backseat and greeted your friends. Well, friend and foe.

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madwriterscorner  asked:

Imagine Jamie visiting a modern supermarket and being shocked at the amount of food available and how easy it is to now feed yourself

Flood my Mornings: Aisles

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Not Yet (Jamie and Claire discuss modern contraception…and how long they’ll need it) 


September, 1950


Jamie stood entranced in the middle of the aisle, staring blankly at the sheer wealth of food surrounding him, enough to bury him a dozen times over. 

For that moment, he felt nothing but disgust.

Claire had said as much herself, a moment ago. “This is more modern and plentiful than what you’d find in Scotland or even England, these days. They’re still on war rations, you know,” she’d said, selecting a small bag of dried peas. “It’s a bit revolting, if I’m being honest–all this bounty when there are millions starving around the world, but,” she’d shrugged, “it’s here, and it certainly makes things simple.”

Aye, simple. 

The simplicity of unending plenty. 

The simplicity of more than enough money to partake of it.

The simplicity of a life without famine. 

He ran his fingers lightly, slowly, over rows of boxed rices and grains, feeling burning in his throat and ache in his heart. What wouldn’t he give? What agony would he not suffer to see a one-thousandth share of this abundance delivered to Lallybroch? To shower Jenny and Ian’s weans in more food than they could eat in a week? To see Jenny’s hollowed cheeks grow full and rosy once more?To see their faces at sight of the cakes and sweeties? Christ, only to see them…

Ye canna help them, he chided himself, bowing his head. Give thanks, man. Give thanks for your own full belly. Give thanks that Claire and Brianna are safe and fed. 

Lord, that they might be safe: my sister and her family.

“Da-aaaa?”

He snapped his head up toward the end of the aisle where wee Brianna’s face was craned around Claire’s elbow from her seat in the rolling cart. Despite the sadness still hanging like fog over his heart, Jamie couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the sight: the tiny blue bow on a clasp that Claire used to hold back the lass’s curls from her face was now dangling from the very tip of her forelock, bobbing jauntily against her jaw.

“Daaaaa?” Brianna wailed again, urging him to haste. The word transformed into a squawk as Claire pushed the handcart around the corner and caused them to disappear from view.

Jamie walked hastily forward, placing a hand lightly on the brim of his grey hat to keep it slipping off, shoes squeaking on the gleaming floor as he hurried toward the sounds of Bree’s calling for him, and Claire’s, “Oh for heaven’s sake, Bree, hush, he’s right behind us!” Brianna did not quiet even remotely until Jamie had reappeared, despite Claire’s best efforts. “Jesus H. Christ, I am so very ready for this phase of separation anxiety to run its course,” his wife said under her breath.

Jamie stooped to reaffix Brianna’s bow (Ms. Byrd called it a Barrette). “There you are, a chuisle. That’s better, aye?” 

Brianna misinterpreted his bending down as an intention to lift her out of the seat. When he failed to meet this expectation, she glared and made insistent noises at him, raising her hands up to him.

He gave her a steely eye and a raised brow. “Use words, Brianna. What would you like?”

She changed her tack at once, beaming angelically up at him. “Up-Da-peas?”

Much better,” he said gently, lifting his daughter up into his arms. On impulse he tossed her up high over his head and caught her again. 

For a moment, he thought she was going to start crying: her eyes had widened and she looked completely stunned from the suddenness of the motion. Then, she cackled uproariously and demanded, “Um’gin!!”

He obliged, giving two or three more tosses before nestling her back down under his chin and kissing her head. He stood swaying for a minute before noticing the strange looks he was receiving with nearly all the other shopgoers in view. One woman, who was standing a mere ten feet away, was actually glaring at him.

Months or even weeks before, he might have reddened and gone quiet, not wishing to attract further attention. Instead, he met the woman’s eyes with a graceful nod and said boldly, “May I be of some assistance to ye, madame?”

The woman gave a great huff, a scandalized, “Really!” and turned her back.

Claire was doing her best to keep from laughing, hiding her face in the cart as she set two loaves of bread within. 

Jamie gave a weary kind of noise. “I dinna have manure on my nose, do Sassenach?”

She gave a small sigh herself as she straightened up. I think the usual supermarket biddies aren’t used to seeing fathers here…least of all a father being openly affectionate to his daughter.”

Jamie snorted derisively. “They’d rather I shouted at her? Or pretended she wasna there?”

“Who bloody knows? I’m not often here myself, to be honest, God-Bless-Penelope-Byrd.

“God-Bless-Penelope-Byrd, indeed,” he agreed, kissing Bree again and smiling sweetly at the judgmental passersby. ‘Twas better than giving them a swift kick in the arses, nasty wee besoms. 

Together, while Claire gathered her selections, Jamie and Bree walked around the cases of fruits and vegetables, as ordered and gleaming as jewel-bright honeycombs. Given that Brianna was of the age where she gave the name of everything in sight (often ad nauseum), he pointed at the pile of potatoes Claire was sorting through. “D’ye ken what this is, a leannan?”

“Tay-toe!”came the prompt answer.

“Aye, po-tato, verra good. And in the Gaelic,” he said, switching to that language, “’tis buntàta. Can ye say that, wee love?”

“Mmm-ta-duh!”

Buntàta

“Bmm-ta-rra!”

Buntàta

“🎶Let’s-call-the-whole-thing-off🎶” Claire sang–-yes, sang! “Oh, never you mind,” she laughed when she saw his face, she carrying blithely on selecting onions and leeks as if it were perfectly natural to break into song with no explanation. 

As it turned out, Brianna proved to be as helpful to Jamie as he was to her when it came to naming the produce before them. For all his travel, education, and general knowledge of the world, he genuinely did not know the answer when he pointed at a huge, green-striped thing and asked. “And what is this, a chuisle?

“Warrr-men-in!” she squealed, lurching forward in his arms to reach for it.

“No, cub, we dinna need that,” he said, pulling her away. Christ, the thing seemed large and heavy enough to crush her! “Is that right, Sassenach? Warmennin?”

“Watermelon,” she corrected, smiling fondly. “They’re sweet and very juicy– perfect in summer!” She selected one and plunked it into the cart.

“Ye dinna need to buy one for my sake, Claire. I was just curi–”

“And why ever not?” she said, with a shrug and a twinkle of the eye, adjusting her handbag and giving his arm a playful tweak. “Live a little, why don’t you!”

“D’ye hear that, Bree?” Jamie said, shifting her up closer to his mouth so he could whisper all confidential-like: “Mama says we can have all the sweeties we desire!”

Brianna raised both hands and gave a cheer. Claire raised both eyebrows and gave a splutter of laughter. “Why you absolute scoundrel! I said no such thing!”

“But as we’re ‘living a little,’ mo nighean donn, I think we’d all feel more alive wi’ a wee bit of chocolate, aye?”


(The chocolate cake made an excellent final course to their rather eclectic backyard meal of Cock-a-leeky soup; crusty bread, purchased and then warmed in the oven with butter and garlic; two exceptional wines that Jamie agonized in choosing from the available multitude; for Bree, some alarmingly-green wriggly stuff called Jello; ….and Watermelon, all washed down with Coca-Cola).



to be continued

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IDAHOT

Hey you! Today is the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia, #IDAHOT, so I just wanted to type up a little somethin’ somethin’.

Firstly, no matter who you are or what your sexual orientation is, whether you’re gay, bi, straight, pan, asexual or the myriad other labels, and no matter what your gender identity or expression is, whether you’re trans, cis, or anything in between or nothing at all, I want to stress to you how important and amazing it is that you are you. Humanity is evolving to a point where people can just be who they want to be, and that’s awesome.

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janimoon  asked:

‘I’m pretty sure you don’t speak English but for some reason I’ve started telling you about my crappy days while we ride the elevator together and I don’t feel so alone anymore’ AU please? (and Sabriel, if you're taking ships too)

A/N: I know literally nothing about the process of becoming a lawyer in the US, so if it seems wrong it’s because it’s based on the Australian system (to the extent I actually know anything about that).

Sam really wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to the brother of his junkie neighbour (his weird junkie neighbour who woke Sam up singing Russian opera at four in the morning).

But there was no one else to talk to in his building with four empty apartments, him, and said junkie, and the junkie’s brother (Gabriel, Sam learned eventually after hearing the junkie calling him that) didn’t speak English. The junkie did, in bits and pieces- enough to tell Sam to fuck off when they passed in the halls, but other than that, Sam only heard the two of them conversing in their native tongue.

So unloading the stress of his day onto the guy was okay, right?

Sam hated that he was working such long, boring hours and still getting paid nothing. He’d graduated, with flying colours, and been told that he had to complete his clerkship unpaid. Weeks of frantic searching for a solution had yielded nothing, and eventually Sam had had to take the position he’d been offered.

At least he didn’t have to pay the firm for his first two years, like some of his less fortunate classmates.

It made for a stressful life of working two full time jobs while living in a hole in the ground even John would turn his nose up at and feeling like he was being suffocated.

Everything else in Sam’s life was being shoved aside just so he could stay afloat, and having somebody like Gabriel who he could rant to, even if the guy didn’t understand a word he said and wouldn’t be interested even if he did, was therapeutic.

The shorter man leaned against the elevator railing, listening to Sam almost yelling at him about his crappy life with an expression of mild disinterest while the ancient lift clanked its way up three stories.

It never seemed suspicious to Sam’s over-exhausted mind that Gabriel was always walking down the hall at the same time as him.

Or that the guy had never once tried to tell Sam he didn’t know what he was saying.

One day, after a particularly stressful week, Sam didn’t talk to Gabriel. Just collapsed against the wall with his head in his hands and stayed there until the doors reopened.

The next morning there was a basket of fresh cookies waiting outside his door, wrapped securely, so the rats wouldn’t get into them.

Lucifer glared at Sam like he wanted to knife him the next time they met. He mumbled something incoherent about “his cookie dough” and shuffled away.

The shared elevator rides, and Sam’s rants, had been going on almost every day for five months when the inevitable happened and the lift stopped dead halfway between floors 2 and 3.

Sam hit the button to alert… someone, hopefully, and pulled out his phone to leave a message on his landlord’s machine. There was, of course, no signal, because only one tiny windowsill in this entire complex had reliable phone reception.

Rent was due tomorrow, so if they were still in here by then the landlord would notice his money missing and come looking.

The thought wasn’t very comforting to Sam.

Deciding he may as well get comfortable, he sat down and stretched his legs out.

Gabriel, on the other hand, started pacing.

And kept pacing.

After fifteen minutes it started to irritate Sam. Especially since he couldn’t just tell Gabriel to lay off a little. The man had started swearing under his breath in mixed Russian and English- well, Lucifer certainly knew enough English swear words, and shouted them at Gabriel enough, that he’d probably picked some up- and was running his hands through his hair.

Another five minutes passed. Gabriel stopped dead in the middle of the tiny box they were trapped in.

‘This sucks,’ He announced. In English.

Sam looked up, eyes wide in horror.

‘Totally the way I wanted to spend my Sunday, stuck for hours in Luc’s nasty apartment building. It’s bad enough being here when I actually get to talk to him and make sure he’s alive.’

Sam had actually registered that his neighbour and his brother were worse off than him. It was one of the reasons he was glad Gabriel (supposedly) didn’t speak English. It made it much easier to complain without feeling guilty or worrying the other man would think Sam was being petty.

Sam stared wide-eyed at Gabriel, the dozens of instances of ranting about actual ongoing legal suits running through his mind. He’d breached confidentiality so many times on the assumption that Gabriel had no idea.

Sam could feel a panic attack coming on. He knew nothing about Gabriel. The shorter man could be employed by another law firm. He could have a connection to one of the cases Sam had told him about. He could have been repeating stories at a bar every night after Sam took the elevator with him.

Gabriel stopped yelling at the lift to look at Sam with concern. ‘Please tell me you’re not claustrophobic, Sam?’

That, for some reason, made it through the fog of panic clouding Sam’s head.

‘You know my name?’

‘Well, duh, it’s written on your front door. And also on the name badge you forget to take off sometimes. And I may have asked my brother who the pretty, tall guy who’s always insanely overworked and stressed is.’

Gabriel couldn’t just speak English. He was fluent. He didn’t even have an accent.

Sam was so screwed. Stupid. Assuming the guy couldn’t speak his language just because he’s heard him say a few words in a different one. Meanwhile Gabriel had been able to understand every word Sam had said and had said nothing, but let him spill confidential information every day.

‘Why didn’t you tell me you understood me?’ Sam asked, suddenly furious.

Gabriel had the good grace to look uncomfortable. ‘At first I was just… not sure how to address the issue. And the longer I waited the more I saw how much you needed someone to talk to. And, I know it was dumb, and you probably feel all kinds of humiliated right now, but I thought it would help you to have an outlet. Someone to talk to. That’s why I started waiting in the hall for you to get here so we could ride the lift together.’

Sam jolted, having not been aware of that.

Gabriel continued. ‘I know I should have spoken up when you started talking to me about your firm’s client’s confidential info, but by that time, it had gone on so long I just didn’t know how.’

Sam hung his head in his hands. His boss was going to terminate his clerkship. And probably sue him.

Gabriel knelt in front of Sam. ‘Hey, kiddo? It’s alright. I’m nice. I won’t sell your secrets or blackmail you, or anything. Promise.

Sam looked into the shorter man’s eyes. His face was open, sincere, and those golden eyes looked so earnest Sam couldn’t help but trust him.

‘Alright.’

Gabriel smiled and sat down on the ground beside Sam. ‘Soo, we have time. 20 questions?’

Sam snorted.

‘Seriously. Sam. Come on. Guess. Animal, mineral or vegetable.

Gabriel talking was infinitely better than Gabriel not talking. He was one of the funniest people Sam had ever met.

Eventually the conversation turned to other things.

Gabriel explained his family history, without going into detail. His dad, with his international business trips and 14 kids across 5 continents, all to different mothers, except for Gabriel and his oldest brother, Michael, who were the only two children Chuck had had with his actual wife.

Lucifer being sent over to live with his father by his mother when he’d been a troubled teen.

How he’d just gotten worse and worse since then.

How Gabriel had learned Russian just to get to know his brother, and Lucifer still pushed him away.

Some parts of the story hit too close to home for Sam’s comfort.

Gabriel was telling Sam a story about his youngest brother, Samandriel from Scotland, when the door was wrenched open. Lucifer stuck his head into the elevator.

Brat?’ he called.*

Gabriel waved. ‘ Vytaschi nas otsyuda, a?’ he asked the figure.

Sam guessed he was asking for help getting them out.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but reached out to grab Gabriel’s outstretched hand and pull him out of the elevator. Sam was almost tall enough to reach the floor on his own, but the brothers helped him regardless.

Gabriel saluted Sam, but gave no further acknowledgement of their discussion in front of his brother. Sam waved back.


As they climbed the stairs together the next day, Gabriel made Sam cry laughing.

And the next day.

And the next.

Less than a fortnight later, Sam could barely imagine his afternoons without Gabriel cracking dumb jokes on their way up.


A month later came the day Sam found Lucifer half dead of an overdose and called Gabe, who’d sent him his number for joke exchanges a few days earlier. The night ended with Gabriel crying in Sam’s arms when the doctor told them Lucifer would be alright, and that he was finally agreeing to rehab.


A year and a half later, Sam and Gabriel were riding a different elevator together, to visit Lucifer in the new apartment he’d moved into after finding work as a music teacher.

Lucifer just laughed at them as he noticed how flushed Gabriel and his fiance looked stepping out of the lift.


Russian translations (@yes-ima-fluffy-unicorn thank you so much!)

1: Brat = brother

2.  Vytaschi nas otsyuda, a? =  get us outta here, would ya?


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Takemehomefromnarnia/Rainbow Direction: Letting you know about a serious internal issue and our next steps

Takemehomefromnarnia’s first priority is always to provide a safe space for fans, including our volunteers. This message is therefore not a typical post for our blog, nor is it an easy one for us to write. Still, impending changes and a commitment to transparency urge us to let you know about a situation that we have had to address within our team in the past few months.

Issues in the team

Over the summer of 2015, a core member of our team started making claims that implied they had a direct connection with the One Direction team and boys. Depending on whom they talked to, they suggested they were an employee or a personal friend, and implied having a hand in dressing the bears.

Whether or not these claims were true, the fact that they put the perception of a connection out there presented a “conflict of interests” for TMHFN/RD. We are very proud to be a fan-driven initiative. Any involvement from the 1D team, whether real or perceived, in what we do would detract from our value as a fan initiative, and if there were such involvement we feel we ought to know about it.

All core members of our team sign an agreement with a code of conduct (the structure & governance document or S&G  that includes a requirement to inform the organisation of any such potential conflict of interests (S&G p 9: “members will disclose one’s involvement with other organizations, businesses or individuals where such a relationship might be viewed as a conflict of interest.”). In cases of violation, that agreement gives the Executive the authority to “adjudicate violations of the code of conduct and enact disciplinary measures” (S&G p.6). So, when our president became aware of the full extent of the claims in late September, she immediately flagged it up with the rest of the Executive (vice president & chief financial/admin officer, S&G p.4) and with other members of the Board (executive + project owners (formerly campaign managers), see S&G p.4).

It quickly became clear that the rumour had spread in the organisation and that people were reluctant to discuss the issue openly for fear of violating confidentiality. The difference between those “in the know” and those not informed (or not lied to), had led to distrust and division within the Board and the Executive. We recognize that there were also other sources of disagreement within the organisation, namely about our internal mode of working and communication. Still, the distrust created by the person’s claims demonstrably played a big part in creating a hostile, cliquish atmosphere in work and social threads, which negatively impacted volunteers. Some claims also led to inaccuracies in our blogging (luckily corrected now).

TMHFN operates on a model of decision-making by consensus and of assuming best intentions. The Executive did not decide on disciplinary action at that time in October, but agreed it was best that the president personally seek clarification from the person in question. That is why, on October 30th, the president organized a private chat with the person, asking an advisor to the executive to observe. The goal of this chat was to inform the person about the rumours, and give them the opportunity to clarify the situation either way. During that conversation, the person denied any link with One Direction or their team. Therefore, they were asked to amicably clarify this to the rest of our core team and quash the rumours of direct links/access to 1D and of influence on the bears. They agreed to this, but did not follow through.

Instead, the person chose to persist in making conflicting claims. They posted a message to our core team implying a professional link to 1D’s team, and even suggesting that they were obliged by the president and observing board member to reveal personal details to the core team.

Immediately after this message, several members of the core team announced that they disagreed with the way this person’s claims had been addressed, complaining in particular about the perceived violation of privacy. They announced that they would remain inactive (on ‘strike’) until circumstances changed.

The president and observer/executive advisor explained to the core team that the conversation with the person had been amicable, that its purpose had been to get clarification on the rumours, and that only after receiving this clarification had they (the president and advisor) requested that the person confirm to the rest of team their denial of these rumours, which had created a perceived conflict of interest and a risk to the reputation of the organisation. The person had agreed, and it could have perfectly been done without revealing any personal information. In fact, the “personal information” voluntarily revealed by this person only perpetuated the general perception in the team of their having a direct link with One Direction. Those on strike did not believe the president and executive advisor, tension rose, and the conflict was not resolved and communication within the Executive and Board broke down.

As part of our mechanisms to keep work threads safe, the “confidence system” - whose role it is to handle individual issues when someone does not feel comfortable speaking up about something - opened their inboxes for everyone’s concerns. In the next few days and weeks they received a number of messages from the different parties, both about the events of October 30th and about other concerns. They tried to set up a full team discussion with the aim of resolving the conflict, but some of those on strike refused this proposal. Instead, the confidence persons organised one-on-one and small group conversations to attempt to re-establish trust and communication within the Executive and Board.

In the meantime, further evidence that the person’s claims were repeatedly inconsistent came into the hands of members of the Executive and Board. Several different sources (some public, some private) confirmed that the person’s different claims to a direct connection with One Direction’s team were false. However, it was not just the conflicting claims themselves but the (creation of a) conflict of interests and risk to our reputation, and - most of all -the serious impact the claims had on the organisation and on our volunteers, which led the active members of the Executive and Board, on 3 December 2015, to unanimously decide for the president to ask the person to resign. The person did so immediately, and confidentiality was mutually agreed upon. Due to their high level of access to our social media accounts, all passwords were changed for standard security reasons. While the person involved has, to our knowledge, respected that confidentiality, (a) person(s) associated with them chose not to do the same, which is an important reason why we feel the need to be transparent here.

Every volunteer who had signed the S&G was immediately informed of this request for resignation made on the following grounds:

  • Creation of a perceived conflict of interest for the organisation (the main violation of the code of conduct in our S&G, see above) by implying links to 1D’s team and through this a serious risk to the organisation’s reputation as their claims could have made TMHFN/RD (& sister campaign World Almighty) look like something else than what it is: a fan-led initiative
  • Other misleading claims leading to factual inaccuracies in our work, for example in press releases and in a blog post about the bears and their accessories (all corrected now)
  • Alienation of new volunteers by refusing to agree to them becoming core team members for personal reasons (another violation of the code of conduct in our S&G p. 9: “members will […] refrain from trying to influence other members in that might have the effect of creating factions and limiting free and open discussion”)
  • Creation of distrust within the core team, due to the person’s different claims to different people and due to their requests that some claims be kept from certain Board members. Their claims of a direct connection with 1D also resulted in some people valuing this person’s input above others, creating further divisions and conflict within the team (S&G p. 9: see above)
  • Time, energy and emotional wellbeing lost on addressing this issue rather than on realizing the organisation’s mission
  • Impact on the overall internal environment, including in social threads, and possible emotional distress to at-risk volunteers

Active core team members were informed that they could receive the new passwords upon request, and everyone was given the opportunity to ask questions. The message led to some more volunteers leaving or going on strike. The Executive and Board received several questions from those on strike about the decision to ask the person to resign, as well as about what will be done to address other concerns about the organisation’s structure and internal workings.

Further internal communication from the Executive and Board noted the concerns of those on strike and answered their questions insofar possible. We decided not to make all of the evidence about the person available to the full team, as some of it was private information (S&G, p 9 “respect the confidentiality of information on sensitive issues, particularly in personal matters”). We clarified the decision-making process and the fact that there was a broad consensus amongst the members of the Executive and Board based on the evidence and - more importantly - the impact. We also recognized the emotional toll that this unfortunate event has taken upon everyone involved.

We acknowledged that concerns about structure and governance and about internal communication are very important to address, and set out a process to collect these concerns systematically. It was also announced that one of our first steps will be to have a respectful dialogue training for all core volunteers, including Executive and Board members, followed by a consultation on the organisation’s future. Finally, we explained that we cannot keep returning to the question of the person’s dismissal, and need to re-establish a collaborative working environment with open and respectful communication. To this end, we asked those on strike to consider their ongoing commitment to the organization, and let us know by 31 December 2015 if they wished to continue or not. We emphasised that we value everyone’s talents and contributions, and that if anyone needed to take some time away, they would be welcomed back should they wish to return at any point in the future.

Several former team members have not renewed their commitment. We respect their decision and wish them well. We also want to recognize once more that this situation has been extremely stressful and difficult for everyone involved.

A new start

“Our Dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time. We want things to stay the same but get better.” — (Sydney J. Harris, Journalist)

In order for an organization to move forward, it must acknowledge the truth of its own history - the good and the bad. Takemehomefromnarnia is no different. We have celebrated a lot of accomplishments in the nearly three years we have been around, but we have had conflicts and difficulties as well. Our first priority is always to make a space safe for our volunteers and supporters. Sometimes things happen which remove the safety of spaces, and such things are never easy to address, or move forward from. But that is what we are doing, and we are determined to learn from this - through objective assessment, open and respectful dialogue, a willingness to consider all ideas and points of view, and with our hearts and minds set upon collaboration.

Over the next few weeks, TMHFN/RD may be a bit quieter than usual. After three years, the circumstances both internally and externally have changed. We need to take the time to look inward and prepare ourselves for a new phase. Our focus will remain on LGBTQ issues, safe spaces, education and action, with a firm base in (this) fandom, but we also want to go out there and bring rainbows to other parts of our lives.

Our immediate focus is internal reform with training, developing new structures, and open dialogue with those remaining. We will also be changing servers, developing new projects, and recruiting new people. Ideally, no one will notice a difference externally; but on the off-chance that we miss a major event, or that an ask goes a little too long without an answer, we beg your forgiveness.

We felt it was right to let you know about our current situation and the changes ahead, so that we can ask for your input. Your energy, your ideas, your feedback, questions and comments are most welcome, as they always are: our inbox and mailbox are open.

Thank you for your time,

The active Takemehomefromnarnia/Rainbow Direction Executive & Board

Edwin (executive advisor, PO educational campaigns, TMFHN co-founder) 

Ellis (PO internal volunteer management, RD campaign co-founder)

Kat (president, TMHFN founder, RD campaign co-founder)

Li (vice president, PO Rainbow Direction campaign, RD campaign co-founder)

Molly (PO internal volunteer management, TMHFN co-founder)

Tamara (PO World Almighty campaign, WA co-founder)

If you meet someone whose heart is not aligned with yours, send them love and move along.
—  I won’t stoop to your level by calling you out on social media, but you should know that sabotaging my friendship/relationship with someone speaks volumes about what kind of person you truly are. The fact that you knew how I felt about this person and continued to persuade them with your promiscuity to the point where they gave up on me before we barely begun is a terrible way to hurt someone, but I won’t be one who you get to claim victim because I refuse to break under your hand.
I went to school and shared classes with you. I told you things in hopes that you’d keep them confidential, but what’s the saddest of all is that I trusted you. I wonder why I had to be the one you betrayed. Little did you know that I would have been there for you at 4 PM and again at 4 AM if you ever needed me. I never blamed my naivety on anything because I believe that it was what has enabled me to be someone with a big enough heart capable of letting anyone in. Like you. You were in. You were a friend that I was ready to be proud of until you tried to break me. You waited until you had a firm grip on my heart, and that is the saddest part.
But, I forgive you. You are nothing that I need to hold onto longer than necessary.

tsuruhami  asked:

Since Disney bought Marvel, do you think there will be a chance for solo female lead movie? Disney has track record for female lead movie and Disney Princess is popular.

Yeah - you’re right. Disney does have a solid track record for female led animated films and for products aimed at women and girls.

The problem is - Disney did not buy Marvel because it needs more help with selling products to women. They have that market on lockdown. Disney bought Marvel to sell action figures to boys. (Same goes for Star Wars fyi)

Check out: Business Week’s Disney’s Marvel Deal and the Pursuit of Boys

Gail Simone’s input in Another Side Effect of this “Girls Dont Buy Cartoon Toys Nonsense”

Presentation: Disney Buys Marvel - Why Spider-man is needed to capture the elusive boy’s market

Disney Swoops Into Action - Buying Marvel for $4 billion (NYTimes)

As Gail Simone puts it -

I also experienced some of this in talks with Disney right before they purchased Marvel. They asked me to develop tv ideas for them, interestingly NOT because I was female, not for a female audience, they wanted a BOY audience, and they felt I could help deliver that with good action stories. I bring this up because it’s interesting…people who are mad there’s no Black Widow film in the planning,(understandably) are upset.

But my meeting with Disney tells an interesting picture. The executive I spoke with put it very bluntly, to his credit. He said that at one time, Disney OWNED the boys’ adventure market on television. But over time, they had more and more success with programming for girls. To the point where boys actively started avoiding the Disney brand.

You think they bought Marvel and Star Wars for purely the intellectual properties, you would only be partially correct. They bought those properties to make Disney cool for boys again. To own the boys’ adventure market like they felt they already owned the market for girls’ programming.

In the sub-picture, not having a female superhero movie is a hole in the Marvel film brand, but in the bigger picture, Disney feels they own most of that market already.

So actually, Disney buying Marvel actually makes it less likely that there will be solo female movies in the future - simply because Disney wants to sell products to little boys and there is an entirely sexist and irrational fear that little boys will not watch movies or buy toys about female superheroes. Furthermore, they simply don’t care if little girls also like these heroes since they feel that they have enough of the “little girl” market already through the Disney Princess line they feel no need to cater towards that demographic. It is sad, but this thought process is why we so far only have token representation on superhero teams on the big screen and in the animated TV shows.

Thankfully, shows like Jessica Jones and Agent Carter and the recent Black Widow/Punisher Avengers Confidential show willingness to market female heroes towards the young adult audience but children is where a lot of the money is and what little boys (presumably) want is what will dictate choices in the MCU going forward. So sad. 

Thankfully comics and the MCU are quite different in their marketing strategy! Marvel comics have been making leaps and bounds in promoting their female characters lately.