Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.
“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”
“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”
“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”
Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.
“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.
Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.
“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”
Went to the Black Lives Matter “march” and didn’t like how they were watering down what the movement is about, didn’t like that is centered the lens of cis het black men.
It had no intersexuality on top of that they tried to make Black Lives, Black Deaths, Black Oppressions into a party. A party. They literally said “ lets turn up.”, and they had music and food. It was a social event. Also their were few black and brown folks there. It was a sea of whiteness. So me and my friend Khadija shut it down. The organizers mostly black men tried to silence us. But other black and brown women said hell no, support us and people started chanting for us to be heard.
Took the mic, and told them Black Lives and Oppressions are not a turn up. Then we went into the different things happening to black people. Such as, over 4,000 black immigrants being deported as we speak. We talked Black undocumented folks and ice raids in our communities.
We talked about Black Trans Women being murdered. We talked about Somalia being classified a war zone during a famine. And Militarized anti blackness as International.
We talked about the black folks in prison. We talked about institutional racism and anti blackness. We talked about Black Muslim women whose hijabis were torn off at protests and then arrested. We talked about the rights of black children.
During our speech, they told me before we got on the “stage” to make sure we toned it down. Then the mic my friend was using to speak was lowered. She said hell nah and told them to give her the other mic.
And start speaking. They didn’t even give us a lot of time before they took the mic from us. While we were speaking they kept trying to take the mic.
This was wild y'all. After they took the mic, they wanted us stay on the stage to be token black Muslim women.
People boo them because they wouldn’t let us speak. And we refused to be silenced. That’s why they gave us the mic.
I’m so happy we shut it down because black folks in the crowd were hella pissed by what was happening. The Black and brown folks who supported us originally and those in the crowd thanked us for speaking up and talking about intersexuality. A black women who is undocumented thank us for talking about undocumented black folks. This is wild y'all. We had to say several times that Black Lives is not a Party. Not a social event.
Y'all they got a warehouse for a “Black Party” after the march. The flyer for the party was of a black boy with his hands up, and it said something about not being let in or allowed in. Yea. Let that sink in.
The Ties That Bind by HJMoriarty and OfDarknessAndLight, @disappointed-son E - 92,300 Hux’s shuttle is captured by the Resistance and Ben Solo is sent in to get whatever information he can from the prisoner. Of course, things don’t go as planned and against their better judgement, they more or less fall in love, Ben defects to the First Order, and later, in a reversal of the more common direction of causality, there’s Classic Kylux (really hateful) Hate Sex™, puppet master Snoke, and the Hosnian System still meets its doom.
A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by @lovelyorbent M - 3050 They loathe each other and are always looking for weaknesses to use against the other, in-between moments of insulting each other in flagrante delicto. Just chilly, hateful, canonical-style Kylux hatesex, very well written in little snapshot style moments. That’s it.
Murderers, Traitors, and Thieves by @atlinmerrick E - 10,600 - updated 2/28/17 A canon divergence where the Empire didn’t fall, Hux’s military career is cut short by an injury, and they cross paths in a resort town where Ben Solo has gone a bit underground, as a belly dancer. Hux returns night after night, getting drunk, and pining. This author really excels at evoking a world with vividly drawn, fully realized characters.
The Apotheosis of Fox Hux by @theeascetic E - 12,100 - updated 3/26/17 Hux disregards Ren’s advice to steer clear of a certain planet; there he encounters an ancient deity interested in teaching him a lesson - and finds himself partially transformed into a fox. The author takes great care to detail how it feels to be physically altered in this way. The Force is involved, too. Hux doesn’t deal with it well.
Under the Skin by davechicken, @sithofren E - 7900 - updated 4/8/17 A different take on Fox!Hux. This one nods to Celtic tales of selkies and their magical skins. Hux is the product of a mysterious mother who abandons him at birth; Brendol farms him out to a caretaker, so poor Hux has no idea that there’s anything unusual about his biology until he finds his fox skin. Ren is surprisingly accepting of this state of affairs, but Snoke knows a good means of control when he sees one.
Special Selection - Recent ‘First Time’ Fics
Lay With Me by @rosierivendell E - 5,800 A two-for-one; they’re both virgins and decide, pragmatically, warily, to help each other out. Of course they go about it totally in-character (“Hux tries not to think of germs as Ren’s big lips move over his own”) and what follows is some spectacularly awkward sex; the author just lays a foundation and builds upon it detail by embarrassing detail - I could hardly get through more than a sentence or two without cringing, wincing, or laughing.
Pounded in the Butt by the Necessity My Poverty Affords Me by @gefionne E - 10,000 His original fiction isn’t selling too well (ie., not at all), so author Hux in a moment of drunken inspiration decides to follow in the footsteps of beloved (?) cultural icon Chuck Tingle; when he sobers up, 5k words of I’m Gay for My Unicorn Neighbor Dan is waiting for him in his laptop. Many hilariously titled bizarre porn novels follow, despite the fact that Hux himself has never had sex. He gains a following, including one very devoted fan who asks - can we meet? A perfect mix of crack (treated a little bit seriously) and porn.
Call Me Rebel Scum by hollycomb, @hollyhark E - 25,000 Kylo considers Hux a “poor excuse for a rival” but his constant casual mind-reading has picked up on Hux’s most common touchstone of thought - satisfaction at having remained essentially untouched sexually, which covers a deeper desire to be used and even defiled. It’s distracting and keeps Kylo from doing his work. Hux will have to submit for the good of the First Order. Top-tier dialogue and insight into the ways they manipulate each other and why.
Cede by @robokittens E - 11,000 First time submissive virgin Ren is the subject of this fic, which lays out in knowing detail what it is that a person seeking this kind of experience wants and needs, and exactly how it feels - the blissful relief of being ‘away’. What starts as a sort of service develops into something more, recounted in a series of tender (and very hot) scenes.
Sounds Helpful by GenerallyHuxurious (GallifreyanOmnishambles), @creepycreepyspacewizard E - 3900 Part of a series (they are animal welfare officers, and Hux is demisexual), but stands as a one-shot. Hux needs to turn his brain off for a bit so that he can calm down and perform well in a stressful situation. Kylo comes in with something new to try (it was new to me, too) and proceeds to give Hux the kinky orgasm(s) of his life. So there’s that, but it’s also intensely adoring and loving.
Against the World by Avilthenaze E - 22,900 At the bottom of the high school pecking order, two bullied kids find strength in each other. While we get to see into the thoughts and feelings of both, in particular, Hux’s personality and approach to dealing with his tormentors (he’s been at the very bottom, and for a long time) are A+ canon-compliant. Various forms of revenge are taken, but more importantly, they learn how to transcend their circumstances and the malevolent behavior of others…it’s empowering. Beautifully described awkward and sweet first time: “Hux considered this only for a moment before yielding that it was a good point. “God I’m so glad I’m doing this with you,” he said, “and not anyone else. Because I can tell we’re going to be terrible at this.”
Because I Knew That You Would Be Alright by elfriniol, @mini-mantis E - 19,100 - updated 3/9/17 Boxer!Ben and Hux keep having casual hookups; neither one knows any but the barest facts about the other - but facts creep in, as they will, and slowly a tentative relationship develops. There are family and mental health issues that Hux gets drawn into not quite against his will as he discovers more about Ben’s past. And they have LOTS of great sex. This is much better than my summary here probably makes it seem.
It Don’t Mean a Thing by kitseybarbours, @abernathae M - 36,100 - updated 4/21/17 Unusual AU set in the National Socialist (Nazi) period in Germany; Hux and Kylo are devotees of swing music and dancing, which is considered degenerate. They’re also gay teens in a hidden relationship, which puts them actively at risk. The police state presses down inexorably upon them; Hux gets nastier, and Ben really doesn’t know what to do about that. Both the source material (the movie Swing Kids, I’m assuming) and the historical events of this era don’t augur well for a happy ending, but the writing is so evocative, I’ll go there if that’s where the author is taking us.
Your Breath Like Moonlight by @archistratego T - 3,500 - updated 4/1/17 Poetic language and a shifting, uncertain (nonlinear?) timeline - and possibly more than one in a sort of multiverse arrangement - are the backdrop for Fae!Hux, the dread emperor of the Fae, and the Knights which Hux has gathered across the centuries for the emperor with the help of his mentor Rae. Elsewhere/when, Ben is certain he’s seen fairies more than once, and has an old photo that shows one, he thinks. He needs to prove it for his own peace of mind. This is just one chapter in and already very involved and fascinating.
Neon Elegyby Anonymous E - 7,000 - updated 4/5/17 There’s a very cinematic quality to this modern AU mobster?/assasin!Kylo fic; Kiss Kiss Bang Bang comes to mind. Kylo is the kind of assassin who’s got the skills but also slops around in flip flops and making plans on the fly. He has to go undercover from his own organization, run by Snoke, and hapless Hux the architect is his carjacking victim. They drive from LA to “only Lord fucking knows where” in the desert with Phasma, among others, on their trail.
Blue by Arya_Greenleaf, @avaahren E - 8,600 This is the first of what’s currently a series of three. Hux finds himself at a warehouse party in Brooklyn with his coworkers, ready to watch the band whose singer is gothily attractive but annoying when they meet in-between sets. However, the booze is flowing and aggressive edgy flirting leads to kisses and fondling on the dance floor, and more. There’s a light touch of humor throughout. By Part 3, there is a hint of feelings to go along with the snark and hook-ups.
Falling From the Fifth Floor by @biffbang E - 21,400 If you’re in the mood for more rocker Ben and snappy Hux, this fic that was completed in September delivers. They meet cute when Hux’s cat falls from the window to the street far below, caught by Ren on his way to band practice. Hux rushes down the stairs wearing a shirt he stole from his ex that happens to be of Ben’s band. They have nothing in common but a strong physical attraction - which eventually grows into “they are so stupidly in love with each other”.
In Memoria by @ellabesmirched M - 10,000 - updated 4/16/17 Harry Potter AU; Hux is the Assistant Headmaster but it’s really a Skywalker family thing at Hogwarts. A new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is needed; Ben is the best applicant by far. Hux reluctantly hires him - unbeknownst to Ben, whose memories have been Obliviated, they have A Past. Sparks fly pretty much right away and enough of the backstory has been revealed thus far to whet the appetite for more.
It’s Always Winter in St. Petersburg by @harlanhardway E - 25,900 - updated 4/16/17 Another unusual AU setting - the last years of Tsarist Russia (Tsarina Leia is on the throne). Scrappy peasant (and child of a prostitute) Hux does what he can, at age 12, to shift for himself in St. Petersburg. He encounters a richly dressed boy, and ponders stealing his coat. Instead, they develop an odd friendship - Kylo comes and goes over the course of a decade. In all that time, Hux has no idea of his real identity. While there is plenty of historical detail and some interesting tweaks (homosexuality is nbd, for example) to make the story work, it’s the fairytale-like feeling (I thought of the stories of Isaac Bashevis Singer especially) that gives it life.
Pairing: Alex Lightwood x Reader Fandom: Shadow Hunters
Author’s Note: Okay so I know it’s been too long and this one isnt that great either but still guys I would really apreciate your feedback so if you can please do leave a comment or two.. :*
“….so where do we have to go for this mission?” Y/N asked as
they made their way towards the weapons room where they are supposed to meet up
with the other two members of this mission Jace and Alec.
“According to the information we’ll be able to track the
warlock who’s been making deals with this nest of vamps for the last 2 months
in the Pandemonium club.” Izzy said while carefully selecting her weapons
finally settling on her signature electrum whip and a pair of daggers.
Y/N nodded her head while picking up her seraph blade along
with her set of shurikens (ninja stars) which she uses like an extension of her
“ By the looks of it, it seems Shuriken girl is tagging
along in this mission as well..” Alec said while making his way over to the
weapon area with an irritated look on his face his parabatai, Jace following
him. “We can use some Shurikens on this mission Alec.” Jace said while tucking
a dagger in his shoe.
Y/N shrugs at her best friend Izzy as she gives her a look
questioning about Alec’s mood. “Hurry up arrow guy pick up your stuff so we can
get moving…” Y/N said getting a little impatient as this was your 1st
official mission in the New York Institute. As you had previously been working
from the Hawaii Institute until out of nowhere The Clave decided to transfer
you to the New York Institute.
Although the transfer at first was a little hard for you as
you had a whole life in Hawaii which you had to leave behind to come to New
York, until you met Izzy and became friends with her and Jace as well. They
made you feel like you were a part of something letting you into their group
without any hesitation, well that is except for their brother Alec who liked to
Everyone was ready to leave when Alec decided to drop a
bomb”She’s not going with us.” Pointing in Y/N’s direction. “WHAT…WHY?!” Y/N
exclaimed in surprise. “Because you are not ready and I don’t want you to screw
up this mission for us it’s too important to be taken lightly.”
“The Hell Alec! I’m not a new recruit! I’ve been doing this
for the past 2 years in Hawaii. Just because I’m transferred here doesn’t mean
I left all my training in Hawaii and have to train again like a rookie…” Y/N
exclaimed getting really irritated by Alec’s bossy claim.
“Y/N! Maryse wants to talk to you. Go meet with her as soon
as your free…..” Robert said while entering the room but trailing off as he
noticed the tension in the room. “Am I interrupting something? ”. “No, father.
We were just leaving. Y/N’s going to go see mother right away.” Alec said while
moving out followed by his parabatai and sister.
“Don’t worry you’re definitely going with us next time and
we’ll break Alec’s nose if he’ll try to stop you.” Izzy whispered to you with a
light wink in Y/N’s direction on her way out of the institute.
As soon as they left me here having nothing to do I decided
to go to Maryse’s room to see what she wanted to talk to me about. Right now
I’m standing outside her door ready to knock wondering what she might want to
talk about. “Come in” she said as soon
as my hand made contact with her door. She looked up at me as soon as I entered
her door and bobbed her head once to acknowledge my presence and gestured
towards the seat in front of her desk. Not to delay any further I sit and wait
for her to talk. “I hope you are settled here Y/N.” was that even a question? I
wondered. “Look Y/N, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. I heard
that you haven’t attended any mission since your arrival. The Clave sent you
here to help with the missions. So I want you to join the kids on their next
mission. You are a well trained shadow hunter so there’s no need to see you
train again like a rookie, understood?!” “Yes.” I said while in my head there
was so much more that I wanted to say. What’s the use we all know Maryse is a
practical woman and she doesn’t want any stupid excuses. I too am dying to go
on a mission as soon as possible I am sick of sitting in the institute for the
last 2 months. All I want is some real action which is out there and not in here.
“All this seemed way simpler in my head..” Jace said as he
fought of some demons which were making their way towards him. Izzy was trying
to get a grip of the warlock who took of as soon as he saw us shadow hunters
walking into the pandemonium. Now there were non-stop demons coming out of
nowhere and attacking us. I don’t want to admit it but it doesn’t seem like
this mission is going to be accomplished today.
As the number of demons was increasing by the minute we weren’t left
with a choice Jace signaled me that we should leave before we get ourselves
killed, as much as I hate to admit it he was right. We made our way outside the
pandemonium where Izzy was supposed to be but she was nowhere in sight.
I was in the training room when I heard all the commotion
well it’s about time they’re back. I made my way towards the door ready to hear
them boast about how they kicked ass out there that’s when my eyes landed on
Izzy she was held up by her brothers. Her face contoured in pain. She was hurt.
I ran towards her to help them . “ What the hell happened?!” I asked as soon as
I saw how she was withering and moaning in pain but there was no sign of any
injury on her body. “The warlock out some spell on her.” Jace said as he laid
her down on the bed. “It’s the spell that’s causing her pain.” Alec said his
voice laced with worry as he watched his sister suffer. I looked at Izzy and
knew what I had to do, “I’m sorry Izzy.” I said as I hit her lightly on her
accu-points which I was sure would knock her out for some time. “What the hell
did you do to her?” Alec snarled at me as soon as Izzy was out cold. “I knocked
her out without hurting her because I can’t see her in pain. I know someone who
might be able to help.” I said as I left
the room to make a call.
“Man! It’s amazing how she’s recovering so fast usually
these stupid warlocks’ spells wear off in weeks..” Jace said in amazement. “I
like her, she’s definitely going with us on our next mission!” “Do whatever you
want..” I said as I watched my little sister’s peaceful sleeping face.
“Alec…” “You’re awake!” “Y/N?” “Yeah, Hey! It’s okay. How
are you feeling?” “Never better” Izzy said as she tried to get up and I made my
way to her bedside holding out a glass of water for her knowing she might be
thirsty. “Thanks..” Izzy smiled at me as she drank the whole glass in big
gulps. “Hey!” Izzy said as she saw her brothers entering her room to probably
check on her. “Wow! You really are awake!” Jace exclaimed obviously surprised
by the development. “Why? How long was I out?” Izzy asked confused. “Well you
know the warlock casted some spell on you and all. And you do know how long
these spells take to wear off ….” “Was I out cold for a whole week???????!!!!!”
Izzy asked clearly thrown off guard. “No.” Alec deadpanned. “ Shuriken here did
some stuff and you were out for only a day which Jace finds surprising.” Alec
said getting bored with the conversation.
“Well, someone has to get the information out of him and as
far as I know Izzy already tried and failed. No offence Izzy!” “Non taken, in
fact she’s right. Y/N you go we’ll just wait for your signal.” Izzy smiled at
you and threw a sharp glare in Alec’s direction who was mumbling something
under his breath.
Right now we are all standing outside a building which
resembled an old warehouse. According to my information the warlock was going
to attend a party thrown by the famous warlock Magnus Bane inside this
warehouse. And here we are trying to get information from the same warlock who
nearly killed Izzy.
I took the jacket which I was wearing, off and handed it
over to Jace as I made my way inside party-warehouse in my black lace dress
which covered my runes and defined my curves as well. It was a definite
requirement as it was Magnus’ party and he was a fan of fancy.
I could feel some eyes on me as I made my way in and after
greeting Magnus I went over to the bar and found the warlock from whom I needed
the info. I passed a flirty smirk his way as I caught him staring at me. Yes, I
do know how to play my cards. After all I had a lot of time to learn on my
rendezvous with demons and warlocks in Hawaii. “A margarita.” I told the
bartender as soon as he asked. “Put it
on my tab Lizz.” I heard a man say as he ordered himself one as well. I turned
around to come face-to-face with my target. He took the empty seat beside me
and I knew what I had to do.
“Y/N!!!!” Izzy exclaimed as I made my way out of the
warehouse towards them. “We were waiting for your signal! What happened?!” Jace
inquired. “Well, there was no need for the signal….” “I can bet the warlock
wasn’t at the party…” Alec said while cutting me off and I gladly returned the
favor by cutting him off in return “Job went pretty smoothly and I got all the
information out of the warlock over some drinks.” I smirked as I noticed Alec
hold his eye-roll midway. This earned me a “Great!!” along with a high5 from
Jace and a giggle and an appreciative nod from Izzy.
“What is it Izzy??” I asked Izzy while taking a break from training. “Well…?”
Izzy said while giving me a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ look. Of course I
know what she wants from me. She wants me to apologize to Y/N for not trusting
her and for not treating her like she deserves to be treated. I do know that
I’ve been a douche to her since she was introduced to us but I don’t know
something happens to me when she’s nearby. “Alec, when are you ever going to
put your bad boy demeanor off around her? She’s part of the group now and you
can’t just be a douche around her forever. You’ll have to come around someday,
why not sooner than later?!” Izzy stated while she made her way out of the
“Izzy how many times will I have to tell
you that you don’t have to knock on my door before coming in…” I trailed off as
my eyes land on the last person I expected. “It’s me, Alec. Can I come in?” he
asked while peeking his head in my room through the half open door. “Come in!”
I said, though it did surprise me a lot but it would be rude of me to send him
away from my door. “I um…I…” take a seat I said cutting his ramble off. “ Is
everything okay?” I asked while placing a stool to sit on, in front of my bed
where he sat. He looked at me like I had a horn on my head “Yeah, um yes. Fine,
everything is fine… No! no it’s not fine that’s what I’m here to talk about.”
God! Not again! This
was a bad idea I shouldn’t have listen to Izzy… What if I mess up she’s going
to think I’m a fool and STOP!! Stop Alec seriously get a grip on yourself.
She’s looking at you… Oh she’s saying something. Fuck! She’s talking to you.
Focus!!!! “Huh?” I said because my
inner monologue made me miss what she was saying.. “See, that’s exactly what I
mean.” “What do you mean?” What the hell! Have I messed up without eve saying a
thing? “Alec. You need to rest whatever you want to talk about can wait.” She
said holding my shoulders. “No! it can’t wait. Because until I get it off my
chest I won’t be able to rest let alone sleep. Look I um.. I’m sorry for how I
behaved I didn’t mean to be mean I just …” “You just what?” she asked. I placed
my hands on her shoulders getting closer to her and fortunately for me she
didn’t push me back neither did she flip…
“I like you.” There I’ve said it.
“Yeah I thought you were just an ass at first but then I
talked to Izzy and she told me..” she said smiling. Man! She has such a pretty
smile. “I’m glad you finally worked up the courage to tell me though. Now are
you going to kiss me or will Izzy have to give you a little push for that as
in maryland, they stop at a 24-hour diner in baltimore and a bunch of
rowdy looking street punks crash their table to invite them to a
warehouse party that johns hopkins students are throwing just a little past the
notorious art kid-filled copycat building. henry is practically falling asleep in the
booth but mention of a skate ramp and bonfire and a dancefloor wake him
right up and they agree to go because why the hell not – and it’s
everything they were promised and more. gansey gets drunk and kisses a
frat boy who looks a whole lot like declan lynch while henry and blue
dance with the same girl between both of their bodies (her name is
mikaela and she’s a printmaking major but what really matters is that
she’s warm and giggly and more than happy to be in the middle of a
in pennsylvania, they drive through expansive rural farmlands that are
lush and green and the air smells sweet and crisp. they stay in an old
colonial-style cottage that’s said to be haunted and stay awake all
night pretending to film their own spoof episode of ghosthunters. the
only problem is that blue actually can kind of feel something
even though she can’t see anything, and henry is freaked out of his
mind at the thought; gansey pretends it’s noah and proceeds on as usual.
they end up with some entirely hilarious voice recordings of henry
admitting that he’s actually highkey scared of old haunted houses while
blue tries to sound way more chill than she actually feels and gansey
rambles on about electromagnetic fields and energies.
in nebraska, they roll through omaha and stay at an airbnb owned by a
kid named ricky with bright hazel eyes and a cute crooked smile who has a
huge map of the US on his wall filled with pins of roadtrips he’s taken
in the past. he tells them all about the one that he’s planning up to
canada henry is beyond thrilled to geek out about vancouver a bit. they
buy a bottle of patron from the liquor store across from ricky’s house
for only $14 (gansey is blown away by how cheap it is to buy liquor
here?!) and make margaritas and drink them in an inflatable pool in
ricky’s yard. the room they sleep in has blankets draped from the
ceiling and christmas lights strung around the walls and a nintendo 64
in the corner with a tupperware bin full of games. they play mario party
2 until it’s nearly one in the morning before all passing out in a pile
on the queen-size mattress that takes up most of the floor.
in colorado, they stop at a strange little cantina nestled in the mountains that has the best salsa blue has ever tasted and real cowboys sit in the booth opposite theirs. blue spends the entire meal trying to eavesdrop on them while gansey gives henry a thorough history of how cantinas came to be. henry steals more than a few sips of the beer gansey ordered with a fake i.d. that ronan dreamt him up and may or may not get quite buzzed when gansey orders a glass of over-proof bourbon for him; blue watches amusedly as henry gets increasingly more handsy and affectionate with gansey. by the time they finish eating and get back in the car, blue’s stuck driving because henry insists that he and gansey have to snuggle in the backseat, they just have to, okay?
in utah, they spend a few days in the uinta national forest to camp and
explore a bit. while searching for a good place to pitch their tent and
build a fire, they come across a group of train hopping kids who’ve been
camping near a little creek. blue is instant friends with a girl who
introduces herself as cosma; they start weaving little crowns from the
long strands of grass and weeds while chatting about the stars. gansey
strikes up an intellectual conversation with this stoned kid named
sequoia and impresses him with tales of welsh kings. henry plops down
besides a girl who’s doodling flowers and britney spears lyrics into a
beat-up sketchbook. she calls herself sprout; henry proceeds to call her
lentil and alfalfa and every type of sprout he can think of and she
laughs and laughs and laughs. they all build a fire together that night and smoke a little weed while sitting around it - they toast marshmellows over the fire and talk about love and blue braids cosma’s hair and they all howl like wolves at the night sky and sing silly songs to the moon til the sun paints the morning sky a dusty pink.
My childhood/ The 2000s childhood. (REBLOG/LIKE IF ANYTHING ON THIS LIST WAS APPART OF YOUR CHILDHOOD)
•The original ben 10 series
•Scooby Doo animated tv movies
•Lazy town, other cbeebies shows (In The Night Garden, Mr.Tumble, Shaun the sheep, Arthur)
•milky way bars
•The professor layton games
•Pokémon cards, match attacks, gogos
•Car boot sales
•Wacky warehouse parties
•beast quest books
•Moshi monsters, Club penguin
•Odd web games
•Lego games (when they had no dialogue)
I really enjoyed the moment when Connie takes a moment to compose herself as she’s worried about her mother running late to pick her up. She takes a deep breath before her mother shows up at the house.
It seems “Here Comes a Thought” from Mindful Education has taken effect on Connie’s mindset whenever her anxiety gets the best of her.
Compare that to Alone Together, when it overtakes her (as she’s fused into Stevonnie) during the warehouse rave party, throwing the audience into her mental state.
Character growth, even in the smallest ways, is one reason why I really love the show.
Summary: James Barnes had talked to you first, well, first after Steve. As a regular human being, and not that much of a general superhero, it stunned you; he had turned to you, eyes flicking from the bottom to the top of your form like predator assessing prey, and instead of striking, uttering a good morning.
Notes: I mention Frank Castle, but please note this is fanfic and the way I portray characters is at times not the same as they are in the MCU/comic universe.
Peterick and Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes!!! :)
I actually wrote a short story inspired by Disloyal Order for a writing class. I read it as my midterm! You can read it here if you like (there are no genders in the story and a name is used only once). Anyway since I wrote that already, but I don’t wanna leave you hanging, I’m gonna try to go in a drastically different direction than might be expected from this song!
I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine What a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet
So boycott love Detox just to retox And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life And perfect boys with their perfect lives Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy
“A request… to fall?” Tiberius, Patrick’s supervisor gave the cupid a perplexed look. “You?”
Slowly, trying to assure himself as much as the older cupid in front of him, he nodded. “Yes.”
They stood staring at each other, the surprise and confusion in Tiberius’ expression gaining disappointment. Patrick tried his best to ignore it, he needed to stay firm. Decided to fall from grace to become human was not something to take lightly.
“Patrick, you know falling for an assignment is most unorthodox.”
The cupid gave a grim smile to his superior. “There was an ah… unexpected third party.” Really the gall the other man had to accuse him of being so unprofessional that he’d lose sight of his job. But then again, no one would have suspected a cupid such as Patrick to ever request to leave. Not that this thing hadn’t happened before, but it was still highly frowned upon.
It was all Pete’s fault! Patrick had had an assignment, a guy in the Chicago punk scene. Being the professional he was, he studied up, knew his stuff, did info recovery before dropping down. Everything had been going to plan. He’d easily made friends with the assignment, got into their band as a newbie drummer, and had gotten the guy to meet his selected partner. Patrick was going to be able to slip in and out of kid’s life easy as pie.
Except there was this one guy. Pete Wentz. Patrick didn’t consider himself to be all the attractive, which was fine, part of being a cupid was not drawing attention to yourself or your work. But Pete Wentz apparently didn’t understand that. From the moment they were introduced Pete had shown clear signs of interest. He’d asked for Patrick’s number, which luckily Patrick planned enough ahead to have one, and he texted. Every time they were at an event together Pete made sure to hang close around him and interacted. They never talked about anything important, but Patrick enjoyed the company anyway. It was different than being a friend to an assignment or talking to other cupids.
It only got more intense when his assignment convinced him to sing one of their songs after their vocalist got a punch in the throat. Pete had gone wide eyed and dopey the rest of the night and for the first time Patrick had been on the receiving end of the starry looks so many of his assignments got.
It was after one night, one of the guys that’d come to a warehouse party called Patrick a slur and Pete had jumped him causing a massive fight. In the aftermath when Patrick thanked him he’d grinned, swollen cheek going purple, and officially asked him out on a date. To his own surprise Patrick had accepted to offer immediately, a rush of excitement sweeping him. The slope was too slippery after that. Despite his assignment having gotten together with his partner, Patrick stayed. Pete was a mess of a human, but he was his mess now, and with every kiss and casual intimate moment he understood why so many wanted this whole love thing.
Eventually he’d been recalled back skyward. Work needed to be done. Patrick raked himself hard for allowing himself to get so distracted and enveloped with the human, but-. It’d been so natural. The interaction, the progression, the falling. It took him a month to come to his current decision.
“I see.” Tiberius’ voice brought Patrick out of his reverie. “Are you truly sure about this. There is no coming back.” Again, the disappointment.
“I need him more than I need my wings, sir. He needs me too.”
Tiberius shook his head. “You doom yourself, Patrick. Request Granted.”
Everything went black upon the words, but when Patrick opened his eyes next he was laying in Pete’s bed, the man clinging to him in tentative sleep. He smiled to himself. Worth it.
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