this started out looking completely different and then it kind of morphed into this

red lipstick

bughead fanfiction - oneshot 

huge thanks to @finnsxprincess for reading this over for me <33 xoxo

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“You are my dearest friend,
my deepest love, you are
the best of me.”
—Nicholas Sparks

It’s somehow always been Archie.

Since they were kids, him watching Betty give her extra stick of gum to his red-headed best friend, to the doting gaze she started to develop well into their middle school and then high school years, Jughead had seen the movies, heard the stories and yet, here he was, witnessing the sad and pathetic view of unrequited love.

Betty loves Archie, Archie loves Veronica, and Veronica loves anything with shine or sparkle. And Jughead? He loves food.

Food is simple. Uncomplicated.

You eat it, you feel good. Simple.

What’s not simple? The feeling arising in his stomach after witnessing a teary-eyed Betty Cooper hiding behind the duper at Pop’s one breezy evening in July.

She’s wearing a white summer dress and her lips look darker today, like the cherries he loves to pluck off his milkshakes. But it’s her eyes that make him pause; they’re vibrant blue, like the crashing waves he feels rumbling around in his stomach right now.

Okay, sure. He likes Betty Cooper as well. But he knows the chances of her returning his feelings are leveled with that of him becoming a vegan. Slim to none.

See? Sad and pathetic unrequited love.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, do you write prompts right now? If you do, could you write for your Ecstasy is All You Need sex during pregnancy? something like Emma is pregnant and Killian is really scared he'll hurt her... or you know... :) thank you so much, your writing is awesome

so, uh, turns out that this kind of a thing for me…

pardon if it comes off as rusty, why bother warming up after taking a few weeks off from writing when you can just jump into the deep end without a life preserver?

(and thank you as ever to my partner in crime Tina for rescuing me from my own misery while writing and actually making sex happen here)

She leaned against the wall, arms resting loosely over her still-small belly as she watched him read on the couch. Theirs was a (mostly) quiet house, the only active TV up in Henry’s room and Henry spending a lot of his time at Regina’s these days. (Apparently they were, in his words, ‘nauseating’ and with how much Emma herself had actually been nauseated recently, she didn’t blame him in the least for hightailing it out of there.) Sometimes she binged on HGTV with her feet up on Killian’s lap while he read, but there was something nice about a quiet house after a long day of breaking up shouting matches between dwarves.

Though, there was also something nice about disturbing the peace as well. And there had definitely been a distinct lack of disturbing the peace as of late.

Something she was damn well determined to fix tonight.

Emma licked her lips, letting her baser instincts take over as she pushed off the wall. There was an extra sway in her hips as she stalked around the couch, a coy tilt to her head as she slid her fingers down the page of his book to get his attention. She watched as his lips twitched, his eyes following the line of her fingers up her arm and finally to her face. “Hello, darling.”

“Hey, sailor,” she replied, her voice husky. “Mind if I come aboard?”

Killian’s eyebrows went up; he seemed a bit awestruck as she dog-eared the page and closed the book, tossing it onto the coffee table behind her just before straddling his legs. His hand and brace went immediately to her hips and just that little bit of pressure, that little bit of warmth, sent her hormones spiraling. Emma cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the apples of his cheeks, and captured his lips in a kiss.

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How It Is Now - Part One

Request: @rose4958  Can you do a second part to ‘Teen Sam x teen reader’ where they are older and run into each other (Maybe just maybe the reader had gotten pregnant the last time they saw each other, before Sam left for good) and they still love each other, maybe they end up together. I also love your writing and thanks

This is a follow up to How It Was Before (read it first).

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: After twelve years you and Sam have a chance meeting that changes everything. Part 1 of 2(or 3).

Words: 1800+

Beta’d by: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: a little language, smut in future parts. 

Your name: submit What is this?


“Y/N”

Sam Winchester. You know his voice in a heartbeat, even after all these years since last hearing your name on his lips, it brings back a flood of memories long pushed to the deep recesses of your brain.

It’s not that you don’t think of him, but when you do it’s a shadow of a recollection, fuzzy around the edges. You wonder sometimes what’s real and what your brain just fills in to make things whole. For a long time, you turned every moment you spent together into painful memories. They were sharp little triggers that cut right to the quick every time. Even the sweet and good moments morphed into something agonizing.

But the pain faded long ago and perhaps you put on rose colored glasses when you think of him now. The two of you were just kids and that’s how you choose to recall him now, as lovely, gentle Sam who was always in awe of you.

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anonymous asked:

So I'm sure you saw that Niall made a dream jar to be auctioned off for charity for that BFG movie. With it he said “As a little boy, I liked the idea of floating above the trees and looking down on the world from above. Now I like the idea of having someone with me for the ride.” Could you please write a fluffy, but smutty blurb about this for me please! You're writing is the absolute best! I love reading your stuff! You'd make my life complete if you did this for me!

Valentine’s Day was never your favorite holiday.  If anything it was a holiday you just sort of got through more than anything.  You’d only had a boyfriend during Valentine’s Day once in your entire dating career and that was when you were 14.  He took you behind the gym at school, slammed a rose in your hand and then tried to kiss you in a way that resembled a wet vacuum.  So…not the most romantic thing in the world.

However, this year was different.  You’d been dating Niall for six months now.  And you’d never been happier.  Sure, he was ¼ of the biggest boy band in the world who was now going solo and that meant a few insults from his loving fans lobbed your way but he made it all worth it.  He was sweet, attentive, kind, loving and most of all when he kissed you it sent tingles to your toes and electricity to the ends of your hair.  So…far and away different from the wet vacuum.

You’d both agreed weeks ago not to do anything for Valentine’s Day.  Neither of you really appreciated the holiday to begin with.  So why bother living up to the expectations?  Besides, Niall treated you like every day was Valentine’s Day.

But then he’d created his Dream Jar to promote the movie BFG and also to benefit a couple of London charities.  To say you’d been blown away by his jar would have been the understatement of the year.  It was so…intimate.  While Niall was intimate with you in private he was never really that guy that was intimate so publicly.  It put him in a whole new light for you.

This boy.  This man.  This angel of a human being at the end of the day just wanted to ride in a hot air balloon with his love and look on the world below him.

And today, you were going to make that happen.

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader Smut) Pt. 2

[Pt 1] | [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, toys, oral, etc.

Words: 5,148

Summary: You never planned on seeing him again, but here you are, having just been dragged half way across the city by a black haired male named Yoongi after you’d said Namjoon’s name aloud in the middle of a cafe. Oh great.

A/N: Soooo….part 2??!?! Yeah I never expected to write one, but here it is. Anyway! I have another A/N at the end so I’ll end this one here. Comments/Reblogs/Favs always appreciated!


“God! It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other!” your friend says, pulling you into a tight hug the minute you step into the café.

Laughing, you agree and she leads you back to the table where she’d been sitting before you’d arrived.

It’s a late Friday afternoon, and you’d just finished your classes for the week, heading right here to meet her since you both have fairly busy schedules, and therefore very little free time to get together.

“So,” she says happily, clapping her hands together with an expectant glint in her eyes as your waiter walks away, having just taken your orders. “What the hell happened when we were supposed to meet up two weeks ago?! I tried calling you over and over but you never picked up!”

You smile sheepishly, wringing your hands together in your lap as the image of a blond haired man in a pinstripe suit flashes into your mind.

“I…um…I was preoccupied with something,” you say smoothly, and it’s not a lie. You’d been preoccupied with getting your brains fucked out, and had then been preoccupied with stumbling home in the middle of the night, only a pair of jeans and a two-button suit jacket to keep you safe from the elements.

When you’d finally made it back to your apartment your neighbor had spotted you and run outside to tell you that some boy had found your backpack and phone sitting along the path on the north end of campus (on the path you usually took home) and had given them to the police. Apparently if you hadn’t gotten home that night, and if no one had heard from you by morning, the police would’ve issued a missing person’s report and started an investigation.

Thankfully, you’d made it home. After all, the last thing you needed after Namjoon had told you to keep quiet about the whole encounter was an entire police force jumping down your throat for information.

“Preoccupied, huh?” your friend speaks up, devious grin spread across her face. She drums her fingers along the tabletop patiently. “So, what’s his name?”

“What?” you sputter, blush spreading across your cheeks. “No, that’s not—”

“Oh, c’mon!” she says, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I saw you a few days after you ditched me when we walked past each other on campus and your face was glowing—and a glow like that only happens when you get some good dick, so what’s his name?!”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, grateful when your waiter interrupts with the quiet exclamation that he has your drinks. As he sets the glasses on the table you take a second to debate telling your friend anything—because you know for a fact that Namjoon isn’t your typical everyday business man. But…he had only said not to mention anything about what had happened that night, so… technically that doesn’t mean you can’t say his name.

“So?” your friend pushes again once the waiter is gone, and, against your best judgement, you give into her pestering.

“Namjoon,” you say. “His name was Namjoon.”

“Oooh!” your friend grins, wiggling in her seat. “That’s a nice name. But what do you mean ‘was’? Is he, like, dead or something…?”

“What? No!” you say immediately. “It’s just…I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.”

“Awww, that’s a shame,” she pouts, lifting her coffee to blow at it. “After all, clearly the guy was doing something right—”

“Excuse me.”

Blinking, you both pause and look up to find a man standing beside your table. He’s a clean-cut looking guy, white button-up dress shirt and worn out suit coat covering his torso. His black hair hangs into his eyes, a bit too shaggy, and his converse lined feet don’t exactly match his business like attire, but he’s still very handsome overall.

“I was wondering if I could have a word with you,” he speaks, eyes shifting over to you. You meet his stare, goosebumps prickling at your skin immediately—because while his face is filled with politeness, his eyes are stone cold.

Something about him doesn’t feel right.

“Go on!” your friend surprisingly nudges you. She angles her head towards the man repeatedly, a sign of ‘go get ‘em’, but you’re still frozen to your chair. You don’t think you should go.

“It’ll just take a minute,” the man promises, taking your hand into his. His calloused fingers slide along your palm, slim digits enclosing around yours a little too tightly, and with one brief tug you’re on your feet. Your friend waves at you as the man drags you away, your purse and phone left behind.

It only takes a few seconds for him to lead you through the front door of the shop and out into the busy street. However, instead of saying anything he just tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it turns painful and continues pulling you along.

“Hey!” you yell, just as he takes a sharp turn into an alleyway, and suddenly you’re up against the brick wall.

“What the fuck did you just say in there?!” the man hisses at you, hands slamming down on either side of your head as he effectively cages you beneath him. Shocked, you look up to his face, heart sinking when you see the fury in his dark eyes.

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Conversation prompt #4

Requested by @m-alycin  “You forgot me…”    “It was an accident”

Post IWTB drabble


I was halfway home when I realised.  Realised why I had been plagued with a niggling feeling ever since exiting the grocery store that there was something I had forgotten.  Mentally I had re-run the list of things I needed to pick up from town, checking and double checking before I finally just shrugged it off as being the product of a week of twelve hour nights at the hospital where I was the primary physician on call.  Twelve hour shifts that had, more often than not, morphed into fourteen before I was able to drag myself home and collapse into bed after forcing down the breakfast Mulder insisted I eat to at least replenish some of the energy I was expending on a nightly basis.

He would then wake me up a couple of hours before I needed to be back at work, to give me time to shower and to give him time to force feed me some more.  

It is a pattern that has repeated often during the five years or so since we finally deemed it safe enough to stop running, to find a way to exist in the constricted universe we had found ourselves in.  It’s fair to say though that the transition was easier for me than it was for Mulder because as much as we both hated our transient lifestyle, at least back then he had a sense of purpose - to keep running; to keep us safe.  That purpose was pretty much bled from him the moment we stopped and no matter how much we tried to dress it up, the house and grounds for Mulder became just another prison from which there was no escape.

It was just too much of a risk for him to be seen and so, during the hours of daylight he remained indoors, venturing out only when darkness had fallen to cloak the surrounding area, to take a run, to breathe in the fresh air or just to lay back in the long grasses that surrounded the farmhouse and find solace in the stars that twinkled to infinity above him.

Sometimes I would join him, but mostly I would simply allow him this time, to clear his mind and to feel, just for an hour or two that he was free.  This complex man with his incredible mind who had been reduced to a common fugitive, denied a fair trial and forced to put on hold everything he had fought for over the previous decade to live a strange kind of half life where his old adage of trust no one took on a whole new level of terrifying; and despite everything I had sacrificed, there was never a moment where I regretted my decision to be with him because so much had been lost to me already that to lose him too was simply unimaginable.

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anonymous asked:

Can you PLEASEEEE write an "All I Ask" by Adele Zimbits fic? EVERY TIME I HEAR THE SONG I CRYYYY

A great song! This fic is suitably melodramatic and emotional. It’s a canon-divergence from Kiss The Ice.

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Bitty watches Jack. He’s normally not so obvious with it, but tonight, knowing it’s the last night that Jack will be here, and with only the stars and a flickering fire to light the group, Bitty lets himself watch.

The orange light does something to Jack’s features, making them almost glow as he smiles and laughs at something Holster says. Jack looks over to Bitty and Bitty laughs along with him, not really sure what he’s laughing about. He keeps drifting in and out of the conversation, his own thoughts too loud.

Jack’s graduating tomorrow. And Shitty, of course, but in Bitty’s heart, Jack’s the one he’s going to miss more. He feels a little bad for thinking it, but he doesn’t have to admit it to anyone but himself.

Bitty pulls his hands further into the sleeves of the jacket Jack lent him, bringing his hands up to rest his head in them. This way, he can smell the traces of Jack on the sleeves. Soap and shampoo.

Ransom and Holster are the first to leave. Bitty nods off slightly against the wall after the volume of conversation drops with their departure. He blinks, and when he opens his eyes again, Jack’s moved himself closer and Bitty’s head rests on his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispers to Jack beneath the conversation Lardo and Shitty are having.

Jack looks down at him. “I don’t mind.”

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[Trans]
D.O. Interview in CREA July Edition 2017

I was waiting for D.O. around mid-afternoon while sitting on a chair in the corner of a studio in Gangnam, Seoul. He showed up out of nowhere making any noise, and was standing right in front of me.
I immediately stood up and greeted him in Japanese without thinking. Then he greeted me in Japanese, bobbed his head and smiled.
With clear fair skin wearing gray parka and sneakers with thin silver metal framed glasses, D.O. had such a refreshing style and he looked like a college freshman rather than an entertainer.
It has been 3 years since he began acting along with his activity as an EXO member. Co-staring with renowned actors such as Jung-woo Ha and Ha-kyun Shin, he has made remarkable progress amongst EXO members with his acting career.

Reason to choose to play a psychopath instead of being in a school life drama

In Korea, many musicians and pop stars who start their acting career by acting in school life drama as characters that are similar to them in real life. However, D.O. has left significant impression from the onset by consecutively playing roles such as the other self of the main character who suffers from schizophrenia (“It’s OK, that’s love”) and a psychopath (“I remember you”). The first movie he worked on was a social film about the situation that contract workers deal with. D.O. played a son of the main female character who stood up against wrongful employment condition.
“In Korea, I go by my real name Kyungsoo Do when I act, so some viewers who see me in movies and dramas are surprised when they find out I’m a member of EXO. But I actually don’t do anything different when I sing and dance as an EXO member or when I act in dramas and movies Any worksite I go, I seems to be able to morph into who I’m supposed to be. When choose the role, I decide whether or not I want to play that role by reading the screenplay.”
He appeared in a love comedy web drama for the first time called “Be Positive (Positive Constitution)”. This drama became a social phenomenon by recording 30 million views in total.
“I played a role of Hwan-dong, a college student majoring in Film who aspires to be a movie director. He is energetic and cheerful, completely different type of role from what I played before, so I thought I could show a different side of me.”

There is a kiss scene with his female senior at college. They reveal their feelings to each other at a modest spicy chicken feet restaurant. It’s typical of college romance that they invite each other to eat spicy chicken feet instead of fancy restaurant.
“Hwan-dong and I are very similar in that we are both positive. But I’m not as cheerful as he is to start dancing in the middle of the street. (laugh) Also, I don’t like spicy food that much. I like light food like Japanese. (and he says in Japanese) ochazuke (hot green tea over steamed rice), kasuzuke (pickled fish in the lees). I often go to Japanese restaurant in Korea, too. (His staff teased him, ‘You went yesterday, too, didn’t you?’) Yes, I just had sushi yesterday. (wry smile)”
Among the EXO fans, he is known to be like “onma (mom)” who prepares a night snack for the members. At the concert, while other members shout “I love you!” to the fans, he says “Please go home and eat tasty food”.
“When I was a child, my mother cooked 3 times a day, and I learned “Eating properly is important.” So, I try to deliver the message at the concert. I love eating and there is a part of me that I live to eat.”
He said he likes to see the happy face of the person who ate his food, and he broke into a smile.
“I can’t do it too often recently but I sometimes cook for the members like pasta and steak. If it’s Korean food, I cook doenjang-jjigae (soybean paste stew) and fried rice.”

In middle school, I did nothing but watched movies.

While being a member of EXO, he has continued acting without break. I am worried if he has any time to even sleep, but the air around him is relaxed and calm.
“Ever since I was a child, I liked watching movies as much as I liked singing. I like any genre of movie. When I was in middle school, I did nothing but watched movies. I think I saw every movie that was released back then. I liked playing games and playing outside with my friends, but movie was an exception to the rule.”
Without thinking I said, “Singing and acting are both your calling, aren’t they?”, then he gave me a big nod and said “yes” without waiting for his interpreter.
“I still go to the movie quite often. I go by myself late at night making sure no one finds out about me. (I suspiciously asked, ‘Really?’). I recently saw “La La Land”, “Moana”, “Fast & Furious 8” and “The Beauty and the Beast”. I once had a day off and saw 5 movies in a day. I watched 1 movie after breakfast, then another movie after lunch, and then 2 more after dinner, then 1 more after nap (laugh).”

He says he also likes Japanese movies.
“I like films directed by Naoko Ogigami (“Seagull Diner” and “Glasses”) and “Little Forest” that depicts the four seasons of a small village in a rural area. I like that kind of movies. If I find the film I like, I search previous work of the director. I would like to watch more films by Hirokazu Koreeda who filmed Umimachi Diary. If I have a chance, I want to direct a movie about ordinary people who live ordinary lives. I like realistic and calm story rather than energetic story.”

As we were leaving, he bowed and said “Thank you for today.” to every single staff member. And he did it so naturally. We rarely see 24 year old person so polite like him.
By Admin r2_exoluv@exolusa

~Mel_Nini~

Different

Jim, Bones

Summary: Bones is discovering in what ways Jim is different after having died, and in what ways he’s still the same.

A/N: This is my first Star Trek fic on here, and I can only hope you’ll like it! Thank you to @heartsalotofstuff for reading it and assuring me I hadn’t just thrown together a bunch of bullshit.

Words: 2 013

Dying, albeit briefly, had changed Jim. Bones could tell. When it came to Jim, Bones could always tell.

It was a painful realization, he had to admit. It had been bad enough to see his best friend lie there, as if frozen, with no pulse to find despite how much Bones tried. It had been bad enough to believe he would live the rest of his life without him. It had all been bad enough. But to think they would come out of this unscathed was wistful thinking.

Jim was different. He wasn’t the only one, of course. They had all changed a little bit. Spock seemed more distant. Scotty more emotional. Uhura became softer. Sulu all but danced around the Captain. Chekov was more quiet than ever, as if unsure of what to say. And Bones? Well, let’s just say that he panicked as soon as the kid was out of his sight. Jim called him overprotective, but Bones didn’t care. He wouldn’t be able to lose him again.

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fallen silk // TAEHYUNG [PT2]

summary - Enrolling at one of the most renowned fashion schools was what you have been working towards ever since you first had a needle and thread in hand. You made sure that nothing would come between you and your goal, but you didn’t expect an effortlessly handsome boy to completely overrule your priorities.
word count - 2.7k

genre - fashiondesigner!au, fluff, angst + smut in later parts
pairing - Taehyung x OC/Reader
warnings - none

A/N - just a little note that i changed the gif for this fic~

Originally posted by mvssmedia

PART 1 // PART 2

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Sooooo…let’s get to one of the meatier posts I’ve been wanting to do! I was considering waiting for My Brother’s Keeper to do this one, but establishing it from the beginning seems like a better idea. Plus, I’ve been on a roll today.

I wanna talk about Danny’s powers.

Or, more specifically, how I see them.

Looong post so it’s going under a cut.

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The History of DNA: Gregor Mendel

Salutations! We were prompted by this post to talk about the history of DNA and genetics. It may sound a little “high school” but we decided it’s a great place to start with Mendel. Because you will never ever get away from him. 3 years of University under our belts and we still get at least 10 minutes about this man every class that deals with DNA/genetics. Just a note that I realized as I was writing- this is being explained with words Mendel did not have. Homozygous, Heterozygous, alleles- these are words that come later, but I am using them for ease.

Gregor Mendel was a 19th century Augustinian friar.  In 1854 he converted 5 acres of monastery ground into his experimental garden. His target of study- pea plants (Pisum sativum). He worked on these plants for the next ten years, resulting in his paper, which he entitled Experiments on Plant Hybridization.

His experiments were such that he isolated traits amongst pea plants, and examined how these physical (phenotypic) traits were passed on as each successive generation grew. I will talk about his experiments with tall and short plants, as this is the one Watson and I are familiar with.

Mendel used 2 varieties of commercially available seeds- one that promised tall plants (2 metres), and another that promised short plants (~40 centimetres or less). He grew several of each variety, and then cross pollinated them, so he would now have seeds which he believed would posses traits from both parent plants (for explanations sake, Generation 0).

Generation one was grown from these new seeds, which produced plants that were all just as tall as the tall parent plant (2 metres). Generation 2 (so the children of generation 1) revealed a mix of tall and short plants. I’ll save you the other 6 traits he looked at, but from generation 2, Mendel determined that “tall” was the dominant trait, and that “short” was the recessive allele. Fun fact- dominant and recessive were terms coined by Mendel directly for his research.  

“But Sherls, how could he figure that out, what’s going on”? For that, I must now MS paint a very useful device that I know and love from grade 11 biology- the Punnet Square.

A Punnet square is a tool used to examine the traits of parents, and what the progeny will inherit. These are super handy, even for modern breeding (I know of them being used for bearded dragon morphs).

In Generation 0, we cross a Homozygous Dominant (a plant possessing only the “tall” allele) with a Homozygous Recessive (a plant possessing only the “short” allele). We see from the Punnet Square that 100% of the offspring will be heterozygous- they will each contain one “tall” allele and one “short” allele. Tall is dominant because it is the one that is visible. How do we know that tall is dominant, and that these plants did posses a “short” allele? We must look at the crossing of Generation 1 plants with other Generation 1 plants. 

In Generation 1, we cross two Heterozygotes. We see from this Punnet Square that 25% of the plants will be homozygous dominant (appearing tall), 25% will be homozygous recessive (appearing short), and 50% will be heterozygous (appearing tall, but have one short allele). Mendel, seeing that in the Generation 2 that there were both tall and short plants, he came up with what are now known as Mendel’s Laws of Inheritance.

The first law is the Law of Segregation. This law states that during formation, gametes (egg or sperm cells) will obtain only one allele from the parent.

The second law is the Law of Independent Assortment. This law states that genes for different traits are independent from each other. So you do not have to take the “short” allele if you pick up the wrinkly pea pod allele.

The third law is the Law of Dominance. This law states that there are dominant alleles and recessive alleles. Any living creature possessing a dominant allele will display this allele.

(Fun fact: co-dominance and incomplete dominance are also a thing. Let’s say there is an allele for red and an allele for white. With co-dominance both red and white will show in kind of a splotchy kind of way. Incomplete dominance will show up as a mixed pinkish colour instead.)

So, there you have it, that covers all the high points of Gregor Mendel’s work, which was completed in 1866. However, scientists at the time were firm believers in Darwinian theory (survival of the fittest), and generally ignored Mendel’s findings. It wasn’t until 1900 that his works were rediscovered, by three separate scientists that began working further on what Mendel had done.

If you remember all this from High School- congrats! This post is meant to help those new to DNA and Genetics, also because most sources I have found require you to have some crazy prior knowledge.

Pretty Boy Morty 1/2

Allow me to introduce you to my own made up 100% USDA Organic Morty: Pretty Boy Morty

Like with all Morty’s it begins with a Rick. In the finite curve, he’s an average Rick, no more evil or good, not excessively brilliant or stupid in comparison. His Morty, however, is nothing like what he should be. Rick meets him for the first time after things go terribly wrong. He’s been avoiding meeting his own Morty for years. He knows what they look like and how they act and, frankly, he’s not really all that interested in the idea of lugging around a whiny brat.

But during a mission to exchange some illegal weaponry with a buyer, he slips up and gets in trouble. The heat’s coming down hard. And he could just slide into a new universe but, unfortunately for Rick, he’s actually kinda attached to the one he’s in. So with no other options, he does what every Rick eventually does. He goes to visit Beth. He figures he’ll stay there a week tops, avoid Morty as much as possible, and go on with his life.

But when he gets to Earth things don’t go as planned. Namely, because his Morty is not what he should be, and suddenly the average life of an average Rick is completely thrown off track.

Morty’s are supposed to be unpopular, whiny, idiots but this Morty… is an outlier. He’s got long eyelashes, bouncy hair he grows just a little longer than his copies and he has it styled to perfection. He takes care of his appearance, wears lip gloss, tight jeans, button up shirts, even jewelry. He’s the student council president, popular with the girls [and the guys]. Not even the football team at his school will dare lay a finger on him because he’s helped them with their studies [and he may or may not have blackmail material on the others].

The fact is that Rick’s Morty is a pretty boy. He’s got a perfect life and, frankly, he’s got the personality to match. He’s spoiled, selfish, and cocky, so when Rick shows up, Pretty Boy Morty he doesn’t give a damn about him.

Rick soon realizes the key feature that’s morphed his Morty this way is Beth. She finished school to be a doctor even through her pregnancies and then divorced Jerry not long after Morty was born. The constant competition between Beth and Jerry to be there children’s favorite led to Morty getting whatever. He learned quickly that all that really matters to people is appearances so he’s spent his life molding his appearance into one of perfection and beauty.

Pretty Boy Morty is constantly fixing his lip gloss, refusing to get out of the ship until his eyebrows are on fleek. He takes forever to apply and reapply lipstick when it gets fucked up. He refusing to be out at night because he needs his beauty sleep. He dressing scantily for adventures and draws all the wrong kind of attention, just for the fun of it, because at school he’s always prim and proper and it boring beyond belief.

And it doesn’t stop there. Pretty Boy Morty lectures Rick angrily at 4 am when he walks into his room, drunk, and wakes him up. Morty being a little brat and refusing to go on a mission because, “My homework isn’t done yet, Rick, and I won’t have my grade drop because of you.“ This leads to Rick doing the homework for Morty while the pretty little shit paints his nails. and Rick doesn’t even realize it until after he’s done all Morty’s equation work.

Because you can bet that Pretty Boy Morty is the single most manipulative little shit that Rick has ever encountered in his life. He knows he has to be, he knows that no one really cares about him that they only really care about the pouty lips and cute eyes he can flash them. They only care that he has the perfect grades, the perfect resume, and Morty knows that. Morty knows how to get exactly what he wants. He knows what to say, how to dress, what look to give, and it drives Rick absolutely insane.

And you can bet that Miami Morty and Pretty Boy Morty are best friends. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Just imagine: Pretty Boy Morty looking at Rick with scathing disgust when Rick wants to go get laid and suggests that he stay at the Morty Daycare for a few hours. Morty obviously fights tooth and nail, stating he’s not a child and he can’t just be brought to the dog hotel like some prized poodle while Rick goes off to let some alien fuck him.

But when he gets there and meets Miami Morty he figures he can stay a little while.

And they are most definitely the Mean Girls of the Daycare. They seem to sit above the rest, painting each other’s nail and gossiping, exchanging secrets on how they keep their hair bouncy and soft despite the hair gel and dye necessary to keep it in perfect style. And you know they talk shit about their Rick’s, and, honestly, PB Morty is slightly relieved to hear he’s not the only one who has to deal with leering glances from his own grandpa.

By the time their Ricks finally come to pick them up, the two are practically best friends, telling the Ricks to shut up as they got right back to talking. Just picture it. Pretty Boy and Miami exchange dimension numbers and like, when PB needs to be dropped off for a while, he demands to go to Miami’s house or back to their own house. No exceptions. To which Rick eventually concedes because he doesn’t want to deal with a pissy Morty and, either way, he’s getting what he wants by dropping the boy off, regardless of where he’s at.

Just imagine PB and Miami all holed up in Miami’s extravagant bedroom, giggling and laughing and gossiping and, after a while, Miami leans in and asks Morty if he’s fucked his Rick yet. And PB rears back. He definitely wasn’t expecting that and he’s grossed out and disgusted and like "Wtf no, why would you even ask that.” And Miami just blinks at him, all confused and tells Morty that he thought Rick was PB’s Sugar Daddy and that’s why he was so spoiled and so different from the other Morty’s.

Miami confiding in PB and admitting that Miami Rick is his Sugar Daddy and, standing up and pulling his shirt up in the back, showing PB the tramp stamp tattoo of Rick’s name and dimension number on his back.

And even though PB wants to be disgusted, and kind of is, he’s also intrigued.

PB Morty asking Miami what it’s like and Miami happily telling him that Rick’s are SKILLED in bed. Really skilled. You kind of have to be to fuck your way through all of space-time. Miami explaining how it happened and what it’s like. PB Morty admitting he’s still a virgin because looks are everything and the moment you start sleeping around rumors fly and he has devoted too much time to making his reputation untouchable and he can’t risk it not for anything, or anyone. and if he’s honest, he’s a little scared of sex he’s scared of what people will say. Miami assuring Pretty Boy Morty that people will talk anyway. PB actually opening up to someone for once. They’d be such tight knit friends after that.

I mean, they exchanged secrets and, no matter how prissy and uppity, they’re still Morty’s so they bond fairly quickly.

After a few months go by, PB tries to convince himself that he’s interested in the whole “fucking Rick” thing as a concept, like people who read sex stories about incest but have no interest in fucking their own fathers. Nothing more.

But.. as time goes on, he starts discovering that’s a lie. Because he’s slipping. He’s letting Rick get away with shit. He goes out later than he normally would just to spend time with Rick. He misses the occasional throwaway assignment and just flutters his eyelashes and gets full points because the teachers know he’s brilliant anyway. Morty can’t stop looking at Rick now. Whenever the older man isn’t looking, Morty is subtly glancing at him and wondering what it’d be like to fuck him. But, even after PB Morty finally comes to terms with wanting to fuck his own grandpa, he has a feeling that it won’t be that simple. He has a feeling Rick won’t immediately hop into bed with him if he asks and so, not willing to risk fucking up in any way, he goes to Miami for advice on how to seduce his grandpa.

Miami telling PB Morty that it’s basically a universal consistency for Rick’s to fuck their Morty’s so it shouldn’t be too hard. And PB Morty being partially relieved and horrified to hear that Ricks are universally perverted old men. Miami telling Pretty Boy what his own Rick likes, telling PB to maybe ditch the prim and proper Pretty Boy school clothes for something a little easier to tear off. When that doesn’t work Miami tell’s him to try getting unwanted attention from some aliens.

But imagine when none of that works. PB has dressed scantily, he’s subtly flirted, he’s danced and giggled with other aliens, he’s flirted with Miami in front of Rick, Hell, he’s flirted with a few Ricks that they’ve met at the Citadel but, literally, nothing is working. And, of course, Pretty Boy Morty feels kinda hurt. He knows he’s sexy but suddenly he doesn’t feel sexy enough for Rick and, before now, he didn’t realize that mattered to him.

But, apparently, it does.

Imagine PB becoming withdrawn, out of ideas, struggling to deal with his own desires, frustrated by his inability to get the idea out of his head and, in his anger and confusion, he even starts pushing Miami away. He blames Miami for making him feel that way about Rick. He never had those types of thoughts about Rick before Miami came into his life. He never even entertained the notion. Ever. And now it’s in his brain like a parasite that won’t go away.

He slowly dresses less and less sexy until he’s literally going to school in the t-shirt and jeans he wore the day before. He ignores Miami’s calls and texts. He goes with Rick without complaint, no matter what time of day it is. He barely gets through his homework. he doesn’t wear makeup, his roots start to show and de doesn’t re-dye them. He doesn’t style his hair.

He doesn’t do anything other than try and figure out how to stop wanting to fuck Rick…

[My lovely @the-clairvoyant-rick will be posting the other half of this on her own blog so make sure you follow her and stalk her and love her.]

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Hey guys! Please send me prompts! I love these! Also please forgive me if I made billy seem unlike his character. I dont want to offend anyone so if anyone has any tips please send em my way privately so i can fix them!
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GRANOLA (Cranscott fanfic)

It had been a long day. It was just Jason and Billy in the pit for these last few hours. Zack needed to get home to his mom, Trini had to watch her brothers while her parents went out and Kimberly got into it with her parents earlier so they gave her a curfew. Billy’s mom was renting a new van and Billy didn’t really drive so much so Jason was his ride home and would probably stay the night or just bike home. It beats biking all the way to the mines and then back.

Jason smirked as he barely dodged a punch.

“Woah! You’re killing it Billy!” Jason said in between breaths. Billy stopped and clapped a few times. Jason laughed and rested his hands on his knees. He hunched over in exhaustion. Both boys were drenched in sweat, Jason in his tank and red jogging pants and Billy in his blue sweat suit and head band. All of the rangers had started to wear more of their colors, unbeknownst to each other. It had just become a little thing for all of them, their own signature touch. It was actually Billy who mentioned it to all the rangers at lunch. They all pretended like they didn’t even notice but it was quite apparent what they had all begun to do.

“Can we take a break? I can barely stand up!” Billy exclaimed. Jason chuckled and nodded. Billy was just so… cute? Jason couldn’t explain it right. Whenever he was with him, he just couldn’t be anything but happy. It’s like the blue ranger’s joy and carefree energy was infectious. Honestly, Jason didn’t mind the feeling one bit. It was much better than being at home. His mom barely talked to him anymore because she was so busy taking care of his sister Pearl, and his dad was just being… well, dad. Being with Billy was almost like an escape for the leader, but not in a using and manipulating way. Billy was much more to him than that, and frankly, it was very scary.

Ever since they defeated Rita, the two had been spending much more time together. Trini and Kimberly totally snicker whenever Jason saves Billy a seat right next to him at lunch. Zack prides himself in being the best wingman ever, so whenever Billy runs from the lunch line to snag that seat, Zack just says obnoxious shit like “Oh Billy, doesn’t Jason look sooooooooo hot today?” Jason just kicks him under the table and Billy smiles and nods.

“Yeah. He looks nice all the time.” Jason groans and rubs his face to hide his blush and then Billy goes on to talk about other things.

So yeah, it’s gotten a little out of hand.

Jason and Billy grab their water bottles and sit down on the flat rock near the entrance of the pit. Jason starts chugging his water and Billy tries to slow down his breathing to a steady pace. “Being a power ranger is a lot of work you know? Like when me and my dad would come to the mines, we didn’t really do anything, well I didn’t. My dad would do all the work and I would help out a lot more when I got older, but other than that I would sit and watch, I never thought that there would be all this stuff here.”

“Well it’s honestly because of you that we’re here.” Jason said. Billy nodded.

“All I did was blow up the wall. We wouldn’t be rangers if it wasn’t for you, and Trini, and Kimberly… and Zack too.” Jason laughed and finished the last of his water. Billy pulled out a granola bar and opened it, offering it to Jason. “You want some? I’m not super hungry.” Jason nodded and took a piece.

“Thanks.” Jason said as he tossed the small piece into his mouth. The chocolate chips tasted so good after that work out. Billy bit into the granola bar and scarfed it down in about 30 seconds. However, the silence that followed felt like it lasted for hours.

“Jason…?’

“Yeah Billy?”

“Do you know Amanda?” Jason kinda sighed, thinking no, hoping that Billy was gonna ask him something else. But he never thought he’d ask about his ex girlfriend. She was one of the head cheerleaders and after he messed up his leg after the whole beef cake incident, they just started distancing themselves from one another. It was obvious that they were together because of the social statuses and hierarchies of Angel Grove High.

“Uh… yeah. We talked to each other for a while. Why?”

“Oh. Her and her friends just laugh sometimes when they see me or us. And at lunch when we all sit together. They whisper and say things but I don’t really know why. It makes me feel weird or just bad. I heard Kimberly saying that they cut her out of a picture or something and they aren’t friends anymore. At least she has us because if I didn’t have you guys I probably wouldn’t have anyone to talk to either.” Jason only heard about Amanda and started to heat up. He knows that Billy can handle himself but he feels extremely protective of him, and these new feelings that he’s having are not helping.

“She laughs at you? What does she say? Does she do anything else? Has she said anything to you?” Jason tensed up a bit as he sort of spat out each question. He truly doesn’t understand how someone could bother Billy. He’s kind and considerate and truly a good person. He even morphed before everyone else because he cared so much.

“I don’t know what she says exactly. And she hasn’t talked to me. Are you ok Jason? I didn’t mean to upset you at all. It doesn’t bother me a lot.” Jason looked away.

“No I’m fine. As long as she doesn’t say anything to you. If she does let me know.” Billy nodded.

“Okay. You said you talked to her before?”

“More like dated.”

“She was your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“So you liked her then?”

“Not really. We were just together because we felt like we had to be. Like, if we weren’t then the school wasn’t in balance or some shit like that.” Billy frowned a bit at the swear and tone in Jason’s voice. “Sorry Billy.”

“No it’s okay. I just can’t say that word, but you can say what you want.” They both laughed a bit. “Is that how you feel with me?” Jason was completely thrown off by the question.

“Wait what?”

“Do you feel like you have to be with me because we’re a team?”

“No! Of course not Billy, not at all. You are nothing like those stuck up kids that go there, and trust me, I would know because I was one of them. You’re a good person, someone who actually cares about others and would do anything to protect them. I enjoy being around you.” Billy smiled and fiddled his fingers together.

“I enjoy being around you too Jason.” Billy could feel the heat radiating off of Jason’s body. They were so close. Billy started to heat up a bit too. His cheeks flushed. He became confused. He didn’t normally like touching and all of that but Jason was different. He was nice. The closest thing to a friend he has ever had at Angel Grove. But he knows what friendship feels like.

Friendship is how he feels with the other rangers.

This isn’t the same thing.

But he doesn’t really know what it is then and how to act on the feelings. If it’s not friendship, then what exactly is he feeling and why?

“You know Jason, you’re my friend, and whenever I see you I just want to go to you and talk with you, and walk with you, and just be near you all the time. I hope it doesn’t get annoying because I know that I can be that sometimes or boring even…” Jason shook his head at that, “but when I’m with you, I get all weird inside, like my face heats up and my stomach feels funny, not like I’m going to throw up or anything but well, I guess you felt the same with Amanda… or probably not… well maybe you felt the throwing up part because you didn’t like her but I even talked with Kimberly about it. She told me that it’s a good thing, and that I like you, and I do like you obviously but Kimberly corrected me and told me not in the way that she feels about you or Zack, but that I like you the same way that she feels about Trini. Does that make sense?” Jason was just dumbfounded. Was Billy really explaining how he felt himself? Everything was the same down to a tee, his feelings, the weird sensation in his stomach.

“Is that all true Billy? You feel that way? With me?”

“Well of course. She said that I probably want to be with you but I’m with you right now like I am all the time but it doesn’t fix the feelings I get. It only makes them worse…” Jason bit his lip. He was never good with words but he was a leader, that was his job. To encourage his team or to speak for them as Zordon put it, which he completely disagreed with. They were their own people and could speak up for themselves but how was he to lead a team if he could barely talk himself?

“Jason?” Jason snapped back to reality at the sound of Billy’s voice.”

“Sorry I was just…” he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“You’re mad at me aren’t you? I was hoping that wouldn’t happen Jason I’m sorry. I don’t want to weird you out.”

“No Billy listen-” Jason grabbed Billy’s hand. Billy flinched a bit from surprise but Jason forced himself to ignore it and not pull away out of instinct. He had to get these words out. If he didn’t, then he knew he’d regret it. “Billy I feel the same. I do I really do. You’re so smart and just… yourself. You don’t pretend to be anyone that you’re not and I wish that I had done that years ago. When I see you, no matter what’s happened at home or at school, I’m happy, and that’s a feeling I haven’t felt in so long.” Billy smiled and looked down at their hands. It was all so strange. Neither boy could understand it really but as strange as it was, it felt right. And that’s all that mattered now.

They’ve seen stranger things than this anyway, like the whole teen super hero zero crystal dino car stuff.

Billy laughed and Jason smiled at him. “What’s so funny? Did I sound stupid?”

“No it’s just, you know how Trini and Kimberly are?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“You mean like making out all the time?” Billy laughed.

“Sure…” Jason smiled and looked away, his cheeks flushed. He leaned into Billy a bit and turned. He looked at him, he actually looked at Billy. He was perfect. The moonlight framed his face in the most fascinating way. Jason kissed Billy on the cheek. Billy smiled and faced him. He leaned in a bit and caught Jason’s lips in his own. They broke apart after a few seconds. Jason laughed with excitement and put his head on Billy’s shoulder.

“Why are you laughing at me now?” Billy said breaking into short laughs between the words.

“Nothing it’s just… you taste like granola.”

“Yeah? Well so do you!”

They both laughed against each other until their sides ached.

The past, the present... The future.  -Part 5

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 5: Now, we fight.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and panic attacks. Oh! And Clint’s terrible humor.

Word count: 1,773

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Now that we are back to reality after winter break, I’ve been super busy. I’m really excited that finally the story can evolve, as up until now it was all pretty much introductory. Feel free to give be feedback because I love it and find it super useful! Ok, I’m gonna be quiet now. Enjoy reading!

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

Previously:

I don’t know how much time has passed when, suddenly, I feel someone behind me. Before I can react, a hand grabs my arm. All I want to do is scream and run away, but I hold terrified tears back as the Soldier corrects my position.

“You can’t hit the bag like this, you’ll hurt your arm. Try this posture. It will be way easier.” he says, still griping my arm strongly.

I nod, my breath refusing to come out, my heartbeat in my fingertips. Can he feel it? He drops his arm. He’s still too close, too real.

“A-actually… It’s.. I really… I have to go” I say, turning around and trying not to run until I reach the door. Once out, I sprint to my room and lock myself in. Once I’m alone, tears make an appearance. This was the worst case scenario I could have chosen to meet him, seeing him in action, punching, even if it’s just a boxing bag.

I realize I’m about to enter a shock and ask FRIDAY to tell the team I won’t be joining them for lunch. Once I’m sure I will be left alone, I let my emotions flow freely, drowning me in an ocean of tears, letting them overpower me for the next hour.


Y/N’s POV:

The distant sound of my phone is the first thing I notice as adrenaline and panic start to die down. I force myself off the bed and walk around the room to steady my heartbeat and breath. The phone keeps ringing, so I pick it up.

The upcoming call is Daisy’s and I remember, with guilt, that I haven’t texted her. I breath a few times in an effort to make my voice steadier, and answer.

“Hey- “ I’m cut off immediately.

“Natasha told me you had had a problem with The Winter Soldier. I can’t believe it! I’m gonna kill the son of a…”

“Daisy. Come down. I’m fine”  No you’re not, the voice in the back of my head says. Your tone begs to differ. Johnson’s not stupid, you know that, right?

Indeed, she is not “I’ll be there in half an hour. Tell Barnes he can start writing his testament.”

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Down the rabbit hole.

Day 2 or Malec week is Disney and i decided on basing this fic on the disney version of Alice in Wonderland, the live action one. 

Ale watched as heavy rain lashed the glass doors of the balcony. The weather had put a dampener, literally, on his plans for his day off. Magnus was away in Idris till that evening and he had decided to go on a hike with Jace. Now all his plans were out the window, especially after getting a phone call from Jace saying Clary was dragging him off to the movies instead.

He had asked him to go with them but Alec declined his offer, not wanting to be a third wheel while Magnus was away from him. It was too frustrating.

He was still standing in the living room watching the rain when his phone rang. It was Caterina.

“Alec, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour? I must go out to a client and I can’t take Madzie with me. Do you think she could stay with you for an hour or so? Did you have plans at all?”

“Hey, Caterina, no, I don’t actually. This weather and a mushy girlfriend threw them out the window. I’d be happy to watch her for you.”

“I’m not even going to ask what a  mushy girlfriend has to do with anything but thank you so much for agreeing to have Madzie. I’ll be right over.”

Alec had barely pressed the button on the phone when a portal appeared and Caterina stepped through with the little girl.

“Thanks so much for this. Here’s her stuff. She has her favourite movie in there so that should keep her occupied while I’m gone.” Caterina handed Alec a Hello Kitty backpack and after a quick good bye left back through the portal.

“Do you want to watch your movie? I can make us popcorn?” Alec asked Madzie bending down to face her.

“Okay.” She said shyly.

Alec headed for the kitchen and made the popcorn then came back to put the disc into the DVD player.

Madzie sidled up next to him of the sofa as the movie started.

“Alice in wonderland, I like this one too.” Alec said, putting the bowl of popcorn in between them.

About half way into the movie, Alec could feel his eyes getting heavy. The sound of the rain on the windows and the music from the movie was too relaxing but he was determined to stay awake.

A few minutes later, his eyes flew open and he blinked rapidly against a bright light.

“Madzie what’s …….” He started to say but the words died on his lips when his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He was outside in a garden. The sun was streaming down from a clear blue sky and he was surrounded by tall plants, the like he had never seen before. If he didn’t know better he would of said they were looking at him. He rubbed his eyes again, frowning. What the hell was going on?

“Hello? Madzie? Where are you?” But he got no reply save the sound of birds twittering in the back ground. He looked around and realised that he was on a path. He started walking and not far along it he saw someone appear just ahead of him. He sped up, calling out to them.

“Hey? can you tell me where we are?” He asked them, when he had caught up.

They turned and Alec gave a start when he was confronted by a familiar face.

“Simon? What the heck are you doing here? Do you know what’s going on?”

Simon looked back at him with a nervous expression. He was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking spectacles and he had an ornate looking pocket watch in his hand which he was checking every few minutes. He had on a bright red shirt, tartan waist coat and dark blue pants. The whole outfit looking completely out of character for someone who usually wore gamer t shirts and jeans.

“What’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on, we’re going to be late, that’s what. We have to hurry! Come on, quickly! We can’t be late for tea.” He said, his voice high and jittery and he took off further up the path. Alec felt he had no choice but to follow him although he had no idea what he was talking about. He really had to run to keep up with him and when Simon rounded a bend ahead of him, he lost sight of him for a few minutes.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he took the curve. There was a large clearing in front of him surrounded by more of the exotic looking plants. Lush green lawn covered the ground. A large table sat in the middle of the scene, completely covered with cups, teapots and every kind of cake and pastry you could imagine. Various people sat around it’s sides on mismatched chairs and as Alec drew closer he realised he recognised them all.

Simon was at seated near the end on one side on a high stool, his feet dangling down under the table. He held his watch in one hand and a tea cup in the other. Next to him Alec recognised Clary by her bright red hair. That was all that was the same about her, however, as she was dressed in a wonderfully ornate looking white gown, her hands and forearms covered in white lacy gloves. So much different than her black Shadowhunter’s gear. She was laughing and talking to Simon. Next to her, was Jace, he was wearing white as well but his t shirt had a large red heart on it. In front of him on the table were plates piled with small pastry tarts and he was eating one after another while all the time trying to talk with his mouth full to Izzy who was seated next to him. Izzy was dressed in a rich red gown; her hair was styled on top of her head with a gold crown circling it. She looked disdainfully back at Jace as he talked like he was the lowliest person in the world.

Then Alec spotted Madzie. She had the whole opposite side of the table to herself and was seated in a huge wing backed chair, surrounded by cushions. Through the strands of her hair, Alec could see a set of dark pointed ears and when she raised her head from the tea cup she was lapping at, he was shocked to see the tip of her small nose was dark and an impressive set of long whiskers either side of her top lip. She smiled broadly at him and to his utter surprise, he saw a log elegant, dark furred tail flicking from side to side behind her.

“Oh look, he’s finally here. Sit down my boy, and help yourself.” Alec tore his bewildered eyes from Madzie to look to the head of the table.

Magnus was sitting on a throne like chair, presiding over the crazy scene. His dark spiked hair was covered in a large top hat and his face had more than his usual make up on it. Glitter flashed around his eyes every time he blinked and his lips were bright red. He wore shiny satin looking clothes in bright jewel colours. An emerald green coat, a deep magenta shirt, bright blue waistcoat and bright yellow pants.

“Magnus! What is all this, why are you dressed like that? And why are they all here?” He asked him but Magnus didn’t seem to hear the question.

“Come on come on, Alec, it’s tea time. You have to drink up before the bad weather sets in.” Magnus said, waving at the remaining free chairs.

Alec stumbled around to a wooden chair that was to his left and watched with his mouth hanging open as a teapot suddenly came flying up the table towards him and then poured its contents into a cup that sat in front of him. He was too stunned to move. His brain was working furiously to try to make sense out of everything but it wasn’t happening.

“Come on, dear boy, drink up, have to beat the weather, you know.” Magnus said again, pushing a small jug of milk and a bowl of pink looking sugar towards him. Alec looked up to the sky and saw only sunshine and blue sky. Why was he so worried about the weather, it was beautiful.

He was just about to take his first sip from the cup when he noticed the light starting to fade. From out of nowhere, a chilly breeze began to blow, gaining strength very quickly. The blue sky was soon taken over in a bank of very black, sinister looking clouds. Everyone at the table started to whimper in fear and they all left their chairs to get underneath the large table. Magnus stood up and faced the oncoming cloud. His arms outstretched and his hands held up as if he was going to try to push them back to where they had come from.

“No! We don’t want you here, you’re spoiling all the fun! Go away! He shouted into the wind that was now bordering on a gale. As Alec watched, he saw some of the cups flying off its surface, along with the fancy cakes and pies. He could feel the wind trying to knock him from his chair and he gripped its edge to anchor himself.

Everything had gone from happy and peaceful to now looking like a scene from a horror movie. Lightning forked through the black sky and thunder rumbled ominously.  Rain started to fall in heavy drops, making a tinkling sound as it hit the remaining cups and plates.

Magnus was still standing with his hands out yelling at the heavy clouds to go away but it wasn’t doing any good. He was soaked through in seconds. Suddenly a huge face formed in the cloud directly above them and Alec cowered as he realised it was Valentine. As he watched, the face gave an evil grin and slowly morphed into a swirling mass and started heading for magnus.

Alec moved automatically, knowing that he had to protect him.

“No!” he yelled into the wind and screwing up his eyes against the pelting rain and driving wind, launched himself side ways to knock him from the deadly swirling cloud’s path.

His eyes flew open with a start and he sat up suddenly. He looked around wildly and saw he was in the loft, sitting next to madzie, who was looking at him curiously. He shook his head and took in a deep breath. A dream, it was all a dream.

“You went to sleep, Alec and missed all the good parts of the movie.” Madzie told him.

“Did I? I’m sorry. Maybe you can tell me all about it, instead” Madzie’s face lit up and she started to recall everything that he had missed when Alec saw a portal form in the entrance way and Caterina stepped through.

“Hey there! How did it go? Did you have a good time, Madzie?” she asked as she came over to them.

“Alec missed the good parts.” She told her. Alec gave a sigh of relief that the little girl hadn’t revealed anything about him going to sleep. He was just glad that she had been occupied by the movie.

He said goodbye to them and waved to Madzie who was smiling back at him as she stepped through the portal behind Caterina. She was such a cutie, Alec thought.

He looked out through the glass doors of the balcony and saw that the rain was finally easing up. He looked at the time on his phone and was happy to see that Magnus was due home any minute.

He went back to the sofa and picked up the bowl the popcorn had been in and was just straightening up when he froze.

Sitting on the coffee table in front of where they had been sitting was a tea cup. There was a folded piece of paper sitting in it and Alec reached out a shaking hand and took it out and unfolded it.

Written in a cursive script where the words: -

“Always watch out for bad weather. Thank you for saving me.”

When magnus returned home half an hour later, he found Alec still sitting on the sofa, holding the tea cup. He sat down beside him kissing his cheek, frowning at his odd look.

“So, what did you get up to today, Alexander?” he asked.

“I think I went to a tea party, with Madzie.” He told him.

Book 1: The Invasion, Chapters 17-19

(PREVIOUSLY ON)

Chapter 17

Back in the hallway with Lizard!Jake, he’s still freaking out about being stepped on.  Lucky for him, I guess, anoles turn out to be one of the kinds of lizards that can detach their tails in a crisis.  So whoosh, Jake is off down the hall, abandoning his tail to its own fate in the hallway.

(Which…I really hope he doesn’t need that for the shifting-back-to-human thing.  Gonna suck if he tries to shift back and finds out he’s missing something vital.)

The human who stepped on him turns out to be AP Chapman, so Jake scoots his little tailless lizard butt down the hall after him, staying out of stepping range.  His big plan is to hide under Chapman’s desk and eavesdrop to see if Chapman says anything that leads to any information about The Sharing, or how to help Tom shake off his Yeerk parasite, or whatever else.  This seems like a highly questionable plan given that he can only listen for 90 minutes or so, and he’s going to get in trouble for class-skipping, but it’s the best plan they’ve got at the moment.

Unfortunately, The Plan goes immediately and completely pear-shaped when AP Chapman goes, not to his office, but into the janitor’s closet.  He starts messing with faucets and hooks and things and the wall opens.

There’s a secret wall.

Oh, I’m so pleased, secret passageways are my jam.

(Picture me, if you will, singing secret secret secret secret tunnel)

That said, this passageway leads down some stairs toward a pit that is glowing purple (cool!) and emitting screams (less cool!)

AP Chapman heads down the secret stairwell, which closes itself behind him, leaving Lizard!Jake in the janitor closet trying to wrap his tiny lizard brain around the fact that his school is on a Hellmouth Yeerk Pool.

Chapter 18

It is now after school, and everyone’s gone to the mall, as you do when you’re trying to be a non-suspicious tween.  Plus, Jake desperately needs nachos to wash the taste of live spider from his mouth.

I’m not recapping another full round of Everyone Vs. Marco Debates Whether To Fight The Yeerks.  The salient points seem to be:

  • Tobias doesn’t think anyone will care if he dies horribly.
  • Rachel is all nooooo, we care, which Jake notes is uncharacteristic for Cousin “#banmen” Rachel.  Tobias and Rachel, sitting in a tree? M-O-R-P-H-I-N-G?
  • Marco lets himself be persuaded to do what needs to be done to try to rescue Tom, for Jake’s sake, but then he is out of the whole Yeerk-fighting situation.
  • Cassie gets all dewy-eyed about how they’re more or less summoning spirit animals like people used to do in “the old days” and I just…do not have the strength for spirit animal discourse right now, so we’ll just go with it.

Everyone is at least in agreement that probably if they’re going to summon the strengths of different animals into battle, they should work on collecting some better morphs than lizards and cats.  So off to The Gardens, the zoo-like place where Cassie’s mom works, in search of more fighty animals!

But first, Marco just sort of casually names them all the Animorphs.  I guess he’s seen the book jacket.  I hope now that they have a name, they’re all going to get matching jackets or at least a secret handshake or something.  

Chapter 19

Bus ride over to The Gardens.  Along the way we find out that Tobias is pretty resistant to getting any more morphs because he really digs being a hawk, and Marco is feeling weird because he’s the only one not to morph yet.  (…is he? Rachel hasn’t morphed, has she?  Have I forgotten something already?  That doesn’t bode well for me keeping things straight during the remaining FIFTY THREE BOOKS).

Once they get to the Gardens, Cassie lets everyone into the secret employee walkways behind the zoo exhibits, which she knows how to get to because she’s been there with her mother.  They’re hoping that if anyone sees them, they can claim to be there visiting Cassie’s mom.

First up: Gorilla cage! Cassie lets Marco into the gorilla area to hang out with Big Jim, a reasonably friendly gorilla who doesn’t care about the humans so much as the apples they can feed him.  Marco pets Big Jim and thinks really hard about being like him.

(It’s pretty unclear to me how they know when they’ve done enough meditating to be able to do the morph, since they never seem to morph on the spot to verify.  Are they ever going to think they’ve concentrated hard enough to turn into the animal, and then realize at a crucial moment that they didn’t fully absorb the DNA sequences or whatever?)

Marco finishes bonding with Big Jim, but before everyone can agree on the next animal morph to acquire, the kids are found by zoo employees and scatter.  We follow Jake and Marco, who steal a golf cart, drive blindly away from the zoo employees with no idea where they’re going, and end up in a tiger enclosure.

This is the point at which I coo kitty! at the book. LOOK I JUST REALLY LIKE CATS.

Jake, on the other hand, has accidentally landed butt-first on a tiger, which is deciding whether to eat him.  Marco has a million tiny heart attacks, and on this note we end the chapter.

YAY TIGERS.

(NEXT TIME ON)

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o6. Kitten Love

“Your cat is over twenty years old,” the vet starts explaining the health check reports.

My mouth forms into an “O”.

“Well, we’re basically the same age, Bud,” I tease as I stroke my grumpy cat, who’s depressingly melted against the table.

“Well, in cat years, he’s almost 100,” the doctor corrects.  

My eyes widen and I pull JunMeow up to look at me.  “Dayum, you’re old and still horny?” I joke to try to make my cat happier but he’s still frowning and refusing to look at me.  His expression reads, “You betrayed me.

“…he’s nearing the end of his life…” the vet lays down the facts as gently as possible.  I never realized how fast my heart could plummet.  My body freezes in place as shock waves run down my spine.  JunMeow’s paw pulsates against my fingertips.  

“So it’s not really necessary to get him neutered.  It’s up to you as the owner,” she tosses the ball back of me but I’m too lost in my emotional eye contact with JunMeow to respond.  Having his secret exposed to the one person he wished would never know, hurts JunMeow so much.  His beautiful crystal orbs coat in excess water as he watches tears form in his angel’s eyes.  

The walk back home is a quiet one.  Instead of putting him back into the carrier, I decide to carry him in my arms.  We pass a pet store and I walk in.  Normally, vocal and giddy, JunMeow remains zealous and continues to stare at me despite what is supposed to be for him, Heaven on Earth.  I end up spending a whole paycheck on cat supplies.

“I’ll make you the happiest cat,” I promise and try to bite back tears when the vet’s words repeat again in my mind.  

“Meow…” JunMeow’s purrs are not high-pitch but soft and sad.  

“Do you want a cat condo?” I offer.  I would probably have to feed on saltines for a month due to the cost but if it makes the kitty happy…

“Meow :(“ my cute cat takes my hand with both his paws and shakes his head.  

Sniffling back tears, I suggest, “What about a cat bed?  Look at this one it’s soft and is shaped like a fish!”

Again, he shakes his head.

“How about—“

JunMeow jumps from his seat on the cart and wraps his arms around my neck.  Though, I try really hard, I burst into tears.

“I open my heart and let you into my life and you’re just going to die on me?” I tearfully choke.

Weeping along, the white cat tightens his paws around me and smushes his fluffy head against my face.  His fur gets in my teeth but I’m too heartbroken to be upset.  That night, I let him sprawl out all his toys, messily around my apartment.  We play “catch-the-laser” until he’s so tired out that he dozes off on my lap.  With a sad smile, I stroke his back.

“You can meet up with your lover as much as you want,” I whisper and kiss the top of his head.  Gingerly, so as to not wake him up, I pick him up and head to the bed to call it a night.  

In the middle of the night, rain transforms the cat, nestled at the croak of my neck, into his human form.  Under the same blankets again, just like the last few times the transformations happened over night.  Only, this time, the feeling is different.  With glassy orbs, Junmyeon cups my cheek with his warm palm and admires my angelic sleeping form.  I whimper in my sleep, “Suho…” and it causes the strong man’s lips to ripple.  Tenderly, he leans in, and presses his lips against the center of my forehead.  

Cats have nine lives, it’s both a myth and reality.  Essentially, they don’t really die nine times, instead, they are allowed to be mortally injured protecting someone up to nine times.  For Junmyeon, the first time was at the dumpster, when his human friend began to shiver and convulse with a seizure.  He hugged her, allowing her to steal away his body heat until he turned ice cold.  The second time was when he accidentally scratched her arm when they were playing and she ended up with a frightening infection that would have cost her, her life, had he not bargained one of his lives to the Heavens.  After that, he daren’t appear in front of her, fearing that he’d hurt her once again.  So for years, after he was tossed away by her family, he evaded being rescued by animal activists, opting to feed on leftovers at the back of a restaurant, and calling a tunnel his home, than to be adopted by another.  It’s stupid, but he didn’t think he could love another like he did with the angel who saved him from giving up on life completely.  

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