we should all be proud of her


Meet Mexico’s unlikely hero: a 7 year old labrador named Frida.

Frida is part of the special Canine Search and Rescue Group that works with the Mexican Marine, and prior to yesterday’s earthquake she had saved 52 lives in Honduras, Ecuador, Haiti, and Oaxaca.
She started her training when she was two years old, and she hasn’t stopped making our country proud ever since.

After the 7.1 earthquake that happened on September 19th, Frida was quick to get to work, and she has been able to rescue 12 lives so far, aside from locating the bodies of more than 20 people.

So we are playing a game where we are the equivalent of vigilantes, crime fighters, whatever you wanna call us. We have a gunner, a brawler, and a swordwielder. We don’t have super powers or anything, though, so we get caught by some thugs and were basically kidnapped to be interrogated. On the way to wherever the hell we were being taken, two of the PCs woke up prematurely. They were all bound up ofc but not properly gagged.

Gunner: “Hey, I can feel my phone, I must still have it.”
Swordwielder: “What? No I saw them destroy your phone.”
Gunner: “I have a spare, in my shirt. Can you grab it, it’s just wedged into my bra and your hands are just bound behind your back.”
SW: “In your bra…? That’s… uh…”
G: “Cop a feel while you’re at it too I don’t care just get the phone.”

There may have been some minor feeling up involved but they got the phone out. As the sword wielder was trying to decide who to call (cops would be a bad plan), the gunner sighed.

G: “Just hit one for speed dial.”
SW: “Who are we calling?”
G: “Does it really matter right now? Hurry up, I think they’re coming back.”

Shortly after, that phone is found and destroyed and they’re interrogating us, including asking who we called. Only the gunner knows and she’s not spilling. Then, there’s a knock at the door.

Everyone: ???
Gunner: “COME IN!”
Everyone: ?!?!

Cue everyone being startled as the door is kicked down and lots of cliche Mafia guys file in and kill all the interrogators and start untying the PCs while everyone stares at the gunner, waiting for an explanation.

SW: “Who did you call? Is this… are these guys the mafia?!”
G: “Oh, I called-”
Mafia Lady: “There you are, sweetheart! Gosh I was SO worried when you called me with your burner phone. You hardly call me at all, so I was sure this could only mean trouble.”
G: “Oh, hi mom.”
Everyone else: “…mom?!”
Brawler: “Your mother is in the mafia?”
G: “Well, sorta. She’s in charge in this region.”
Mom: “Oh, are these your crime fighting friends? You all are making such a nuisance of yourself for me sometimes, I’m so proud of your work, honey! But can you please come visit home soon without the intention of killing anyone there?”
G: “Fine, fine, how about next Sunday?”
Mom: “Perfect! Now I gotta go, and you all should too, before the cops show up. Take care of yourself, sweetheart!”
G: “You too, mom.”
B: “What did I just witness.”
SW: “What- but you FIGHT CRIME how can your family BE crime??? And your mother still be so helpful? We’ve fought the mob before! We literally work against her at times!”
G: “Hey fuck you, my mom respects my career choices even if they go against what she intended or expected, she just wants me to be happy! Just because she’s head of a criminal organization doesn’t mean she’s not a good, loving mother!”
SW: “I, uh, sorry…”
G: “You fuckin SHOULD BE. Hmph.”
B: “We just met the head of one of the most powerful and deadly crime organizations in the area and she didn’t murder us… what the fuck. Why didn’t you tell us?!”
G: “I mean it wasn’t really important til now.”
SW: “The hell it wasn’t! Get over here, I’m gonna strangle you!”
B: “Can I throttle her next?”
G: “Oh shit. Moooooooom!”

It’s crazy to me that after all Taylor has been through, all the anxiety she expressed feeling before and during writing Reputation because of forces and judgements out of her control, she still has it in her heart to trust us one hundred per cent? She called the Secret Sessions a sacred space, and now I totally understand. There was a bond in that room that didn’t even need to be spoken. She’s so right though, you can’t know if you can trust someone…..until you trust them. So unless we break this trust, it’s here to stay. We should feel bloody proud of what we’ve got going, here. It’s one of a kind, for sure.

I think it’s an important detail to mention that Taylor is dreaming through the night, about Joe, rather than being awake at 2am.

“In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my t

Like, she finally feels secure enough in her relationship, and safe enough, in life, to sleep peacefully through the night and wake up smiling. Not only that, but she’s dreaming of a future with him. She’s no longer dreaming about someone leaving her, just wanting them to stay, or experiencing restless nights. When they’re together, it’s full of contentment and comfort, and that’s all she’s ever deserved.

Prompt: A combination of this “I want Tyrion and Sansa meeting again and Tyrion appreciating and actually listening to what Sansa has to say. And can you please put in jealous Jon there too? 😊” from @daredevil-karen-and-matt and “All I want is Ghost by Sansa’s side when J/D show up at WF and him growling at D.” from @ladyeliamm & “Definitely Ghost on Sansa’s side at all times especially when Jon returns.” from @qinaliel  

“My Lady Sansa, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Tyrion says, striding forward to take her hand. Ghost lets out a low growl under his breath but remains unperturbed by the man. After many moons spent with the white wolf, she understands him nearly as well as she once understood her darling Lady. It is a warning, a territorial threat against harming his pack. Sansa is pleased to be apart of that pack, to even have a pack again. 

“My lord,” she smiles. “It is my pleasure. I’m sorry we are not meeting under happier circumstances.” The clanking of metal upon metal as the winterly winds whip around them emphasises her point. Winter is here and the Army of the Dead is marching past the Wall. Times are as dire as they have ever been, yet Sansa finds peace settling in her soul rather than fear. If she is to die in this war, at least she will die with her pack. 

“Very right, my lady,” Lord Tyrion says with a nod. He falls quiet as he takes in the busy courtyard, the men and women who rush back and forth with carts of grain, or the ones fitting boiled leather into the armour as she had requested. It is a sight to behold. The once quiet of Winterfell now lost to the chaos of impending war. Worry creases the lines on her people’s faces, turning children of ten and two into warriors, stripping them of a childhood they will never get back. 

Sansa inhales deeply, trying to push away the ache of their loss. “The night is fast approaching. Soon, darkness will reach us. More than half of these people will be dead by the next moon.” She lets the breath escape, a swirling mist around her face, shadowed by the heavy clouds above. She returns her gaze back to Lord Tyrion. “And even if we win, what will we be left with?” 

“Life,” he answers her with a sad smile. “Life, Lady Sansa. That is why we’re fighting at all, is it not? Is that not why we are all here?” He gestures to the preparations occurring around them. “Is that not why you have stood by your king and ruled in his stead?” 

The question makes her laugh in spite of herself. She catches herself a second too late and Lord Tyrion casts a speculative gaze towards her. Sansa gives her head a little shake before walking towards the Great Keep, listening to the crunching of boots behind her as he follows. “My king,” she says, keeping her tone impassive. “Is that what I should still call him? Or should I be looking to your queen for commands now?” 

Tyrion catches up to her. She isn’t walking fast after all. There is no place for her to be now that her king is home. “Lady Sansa, surely you know that it doesn’t matter who sits on the throne right now. We are fighting for life not a crown.” 

“And surely, my lord, you know that the North is unlike anywhere else,” Sansa says, stopping just outside of the great oak doors to turn and look at him. “We are loyal to our own. Proud, stubbornly so, and war or not, the North will never yield to your queen. Our paths may have crossed in times of peace, but I fear when the war is done, if we still have breaths in our lungs, we may not be able to speak so candidly with one another again.” 

There is a long pause as the man considers her words before his hand reaches out to clasp around her wrist. Sansa tenses, dread filling her veins. She reminds herself to relax at his touch. It is only Tyrion; he was good to her once. 

“It would be a terrible fate if that is the case, my lady,” Tyrion sighs, though she sees the understanding in his eyes. Abruptly, his expression shifts and there’s a twinkle in his eyes as he smiles. “You have grown into quite a woman, my lady. I always knew you would survive us all.” 

Sansa flushes and chuckles softly. “Mayhaps. I do think –” 


She tenses again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Sansa turns, her heart seizing at the sight of Jon standing with the Dragon Queen, her hair as white as the snow swirling around them. She pulls her hand back from Tyrion’s grip and steels herself for the conversation to come. 

“Jon,” she murmurs softly, polite but distant. Sansa is of the North, the blood of the First Men running through her, and it is that stubbornness that keeps her still loyal to Jon. She suspects she always will be. He is not just of her kin; he is her friend, her anchor in this world. But it still hurts like an arrow to the back to hear he has bent the knee to this foreign queen. 

“I, uh…” Jon seems at a loss for words as he looks to Tyrion then to Sansa. It’s an inscrutable expression, but as quickly as it comes, it’s gone. He moves his gaze back to the woman by his side. “Oh. Sansa, this is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Your grace, this is Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell. My… my sister.” 

Daenerys smiles and her teeth glint against her pale skin and pale hair. Everything about her is so pale. She looks like a ghost, Sansa thinks, a dead thing walking in the world of the living. The Dragon Queen steps forward, her words abruptly dying in her throat, as Ghost lets out a deep, gutteral growl, teeth bared. 

“Is that…” 

“A direwolf, your grace,” Sansa says, placing a hand on top of Ghost’s furry head, trying to placate the great beast. “I must apologise. I don’t know what has gotten into him.” She catches Jon’s eye and he looks confused. 

“Ghost, no,” he says sternly, but the direwolf blinks up at him, a whimper now replacing the growl. He, however, remains by Sansa’s side, still standing protectively in between Daenerys Stormborn and her. Jon’s confusion grows and he turns back to the foreign queen. “He is protective of his pack. I left him to take care of Sansa while I was away. I believe he is taking that quite seriously.” 

“It’s not an issue, Jon,” she says quietly, smiling up at him. “I understand. Dragons and direwolves are not beasts easily tamed.”

Sansa bristles at the use of his name and Ghost seems to sense her change in mood as he begins to growl again, louder this time, more menacing as if Daenerys’ words had cut her like a physical lash across her skin instead of the wound deepening inside of her chest. She cards her fingers through Ghost’s fur and grips gently. 

“I will take him inside,” Sansa announces. Jon looks ready to protest, his eyes widening and worry brimming in them like unshed tears, but she is good at putting on a mask. “I have matters to attend to so I must beg your leave, your grace. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She looks back to Jon. “Ghost, come.” The giant white wolf immediately falls back by her side and the two disappear back into the Great Keep. She hears the soft murmurs of conversation between the three of them, but she doesn’t need to hear what they have to say. 

Ghost may not be hers. Ghost may always be a part of Jon and loyal to him above anyone else, but as she lies in bed that night, arms wrapped tightly around the great wolf, she draws comfort in his presence. If Ghost is still watching over her then Jon still loves her. He is still loyal to her and that is all she needs to know. For now, that has to be enough. 

K so apparently Cardi B and Offset are engaged and the interweb is in shambles because I can’t get away from it for the life of me. Here yall go again with this “goals” #truelove mess and I’m just very tired.

Look, as a full on advocate for BLACK LOVE I can’t even dream of being against it. I just wish yall wanted more than superficial limelight.

As far as I’m concerned it’s just gas and publicity but who am I to really judge cus I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. But I do wish them true happiness.

They’ve been dating for what? Two weeks and three days . Minus a day and a half that they “broke up”? Today it’s marriage… and everyone is really out here like I want a love like that……………

Originally posted by vernybvitday

The celebrity couples yall dangerously hype up on here really show it’s 2017 lol idk what else to say… like it’s always interesting to sit back and peep what the majority wants to mimic.

Like… I don’t even know where to start.. because I’m tryna pick my battles wisely.

I remember when Ciara left Future and Futurehive? Made it law to tear her down at every turn.

It was all fun and games to look down on a woman leaving a man who didn’t respect or treat her right … for a man who cherishes her AND fathers her son like he was his own.

What does Offset do for Cardi besides boost her exposure to press and stand there looking like he winning when she makes a joke bout how she’s gunna suck his dick?

Lmao I’m really thinking bout all the things I want to say but I feel like I’m just preaching to the choir honestly.. Im really too young to be feeling this old.

It’s childish.. Even grown women are walking around stunting on claiming this as the relationship they dream of having and I just have to ask.. why?

Actually yea , if you’re going to come for my neck and drown me in your love and hip hop rage , I feel like you should definitely make some points on why this is something you’re looking up to because I am lost.

Maybe I don’t get drunk enough to see a vision to fuck wit… man idk . Maybe I don’t keep enough lean in my cup to think this is wavy. Lmfao lemme stop cus I sound like I’m a grown mother of two with my master’s degree, on my day off.

Im fully here for Cardi’s hip hop princess career tho. She’s definitely an ambassador for started from the bottom now we here and I am so proud of her and all her accomplishments moving up ladders in the music industry.


Ok I’m trying to get this OC out of my system so I can get back to drawing the gems everyone knows and loves. It’s not my fault, she’s really cute! Well, maybe it IS my fault, considering I created her…

I’m really flattered how many people seem to like her! The last picture I posted has over 300 notes already. You guys are so sweet!

Anyway. Under the cut I babble about what life is like for Aquamarine’s Pearl.

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The photo comes up on the screens in front and behind her, and Diana’s heart melts. It’s a photo of Lori wearing a Supergirl costume. The host, the audience, and everybody watching at home can see how utterly happy Diana is to see her daughter by the beautiful smile on her lips.

“So tell us, how does it feel to see her in that costume instead of Wonder Woman’s?” The host asks good-heartedly.

“I mean,” Diana starts, her smile just as bright, “Supergirl is one of her other moms so I’m not taking it personally.” She chuckles. “But I’ll still get her to wear a mini Wonder Woman costume, you’ll see.” Diana says playfully, winking at the host who laughs along with her.

“But how about her other mom, Lena Luthor? She doesn’t wear a costume.”

“No, she doesn’t, you are correct, but Lori has many L-Corp t-shirts and hoodies.” Diana laughs softly.

“You brought a video to share with us, right?” The talk-show host asks. “Could you explain to us what was going on before we show it to the audience?”

“Of course.” Diana’s smile widens, and she sits up straighter. “Kara and I found this t-shirt that says ‘my moms are heroes’ and we couldn’t resist it, we bought it for Lori.

“On the video, Lena is recording us putting the shirt on her, and she asks Lori who’s her favorite hero.”

“That’s an adorable t-shirt! Let’s see what happens.” The host says, and the video starts playing.

It begins exactly how Diana described it; you can hear Lena’s laughter as a three-year-old Lori fussed while Kara tries to put on the shirt over the one Lori is already wearing.

“Stay still for your mom, will you, λίγο φως?” Diana asks on the video, and the audience can see the child freeze like a statue which doesn’t necessarily make things easier, but Kara manages to slip the shirt on.

“What does it say? What does it say???” Lori asks excitedly, making Diana and the host laugh in the studio, although Diana has a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“It says ‘my moms are heroes’.” Kara replies on the video, and Lori squeals, running around saying, “I love it! I love it!” over and over again.

“Lori? Lori?” Lena’s voice can be heard behind the camera. “Baby, which one of your moms is your favorite hero?”

The child pauses to consider the question, and Diana takes the opportunity to say, “You can’t see it, because she is behind the camera, but Lena was smirking at us. She thought she was just about to start something.”

In the video, the audience can see Lori running toward Lena, getting way too close to the camera, forcing Lena to quickly readjust it. “My favorite hero is you, mama!!!! Because mom and mommy always tell me I wouldn’t be here without your smarts!!!”

The audience “aw’s” in unison, and Diana chuckles lowly. “You should have seen how hard we all cried, especially Lena, of course.”

“I can imagine!” The host says. “So she really had a combination of all of your DNA’s? All three of you?”

“Yes.” There’s a proud smile on Diana’s face.

“That’s astounding!”

“I know! And as Lori said, it wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for Lena.”

“But how did she do it?” The host asks curiously, making Diana laugh heartily.

“You would have to invite her over so she could explain the specifics, but using Kryptonian and Amazonian tech and knowledge, plus Lena’s intellect, it was possible.”

“And was it a surprise to you and Kara?”

“Yes! Gods, it was!” Diana chuckles, but there are tears welling up in her eyes. “You know we can’t legally get married here, even though we are married by Amazonian convention, so when we started talking about having kids I just assumed it would be done with ‘men’s technology’, and that one of them would carry the baby since the two of them are the ones legally married here-”

“Does that hurt you? That it’s the two of them in the eyes of the government?”

“Do I wish we could all be married here? Yes. Does it pain me or cause any jealousy? Absolutely not. Our relationship is stronger than that.” Diana says with an easy smile.

The host makes an impressed face, and the audience laughs. “Alright, most of us can’t figure out how to make a two-person marriage work, but okay.” She chuckles. “But carry on, you were talking about Lena.”

“Yes, so I thought it would be done that way, with a donor, IVF, and one of them would carry it to term, but Lena had her secret plan.” Diana grins. “She found a way to combine our DNA’s and dispense the male donor.”

“How did you react when Lena broke the news to you?”

Diana looks almost as stunned by the question as she likely did on that very day. She blushes slightly, smoothing her palms over her thighs. “I… did not believe her, at first. Though I know her too well to think she would joke about something like THAT with me. I…” She pauses, reaching to discretely wipe the corner of her eye with her pinky. “Children are…. something sacred to my people. We, as you have likely heard, do not have them. So this meant so much not just for me, but for my Mothers, and my sisters…. and though I would have happily carried a child of just the two of them, the fact that she not only found a way to include me, but that.. they wished to do so. It was likely the best moment of my life.”

“We’re very happy for you and your family, and thank you for sharing Lori’s story with us, but before you go, we have a little surprise for you.” An assistant comes out with four shirts, one for each member of the family, including a tiny one for Lori, and he hands them over to Diana. “Our production came up with a mash of all your symbols.” The host explains, and Diana unfolds a shirt to see the resulted symbol at the same time as it is shown on the screens for the audience to see.

Hugging the shirts tightly, Diana thanks the host profusely as the show’s theme song starts playing and the camera zooms out to go to their commercial break.

{{written with the help of the wonderful @i-am-diana-of-themyscira }}
This Is War [10]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1558

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very sick!! Thank you everybody who has been reading this!! The amount of feedback has been incredible and amazing and I’m so thankful!! xo

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Closing the Gate and Coming Home

Eleven tiredly leaned her head against the car window, while subtly wiping blood still running out of her nose.

“Hey you okay?” Hopper asked.

“Yes.” she replied in a quiet whisper. Even though she felt utterly weak, like all her power had been drained. She just needed sleep, wrapped in a cozy blanket on a warm bed.

Eleven sat up straighter in her seat, looking at the familiar surroundings and recognizable roads. She still felt the need to ask “where are we going?”

Hopper gave her a heartfelt look. “We’re going home kid.”

She leaned her head back as the streetlights reflected off her teary eyes. “Home” she smiled.

Waiting nervously in Hopper’s cabin, Mike paced back and forth across the room.

He caught Dustin’s attention ever since Steve’s car ride back “Dude you seriously need to stop that! You’re freaking me the hell out.”

“Don’t you think El and Hopper should have came back by now?” Mike said, continuing to walk from one wall to another.

Lucas stepped forward “But the gate’s closed. You even said it had to be Eleven.”

Mike turned around to face both of them sitting on the couch. “Because it was El! But how do I know she didn’t get obliterated like last time? How do I know if she gave herself up to save us! To save all of us!” He felt tears starting to form under his eye. He turned away from them to wipe his watery eyes dry as he walked towards the bedroom with Will sleeping peacefully.

Mike sat beside Joyce across his best friend’s bed, along with Jonathan and Nancy.

“How is he?”

Joyce held his hand and smiled. “My boy’s going to be just fine. He’s going to be just fine.” she repeated smiling back to Mike.

Nancy leaned her head into Jonathan’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the side of her head. She looked across the bed to see her brother’s uneasy face.

She didn’t need to ask to know what it was about. “Mike she’s okay. She’ll be here soon, just hold on a little longer.”

Mike gave a little nod and a half smile. He quietly exited the bedroom and joined Dustin and Lucas on the couch.

In the living room, Steve sat by the kitchen table while Max sat across from him, and the boys remained quiet on the couch. No one talked, the room just filled with absolute silence. It had been one hell of a night for all of them, but they were safe now. It was too hard to even talk about anything, especially when the two most necessary people in their group haven’t returned yet.

Mike remained staring at the front door. He couldn’t help let any pessimistic thoughts run through his mind, especially after living three hundred and fifty-three days without her. Thinking about what would happen if he lost her any longer than that devastated him. It’s almost like this soul crushing fear would now live with him forever, and it would always be about Eleven. He was far too young to feel such pain and agony but he couldn’t help it, he cared too much.

Steve glanced over to Mike for a little while. He wanted to say something to comfort him but the words couldn’t seem to come out. Mike was just a kid, a thirteen year old boy, yet he learned so much from him tonight. He realized heartbreak could mean various things, other than the person you love the most not loving you back. It could also mean two people who love each other so deeply, but never seeing each other again. A tear slid down his cheek thinking about what he would do if Nancy died. He trusted Jonathan to take care of her, he knew he was a good guy. He would never tell Jonathan that though because of the pain that came with the fact that Nancy chose him, and loved him over Steve. He couldn’t imagine how Mike was feeling right now, because he knew Nancy was safe in that bedroom cuddled in Jonathan’s arms. But as for Mike, his worry was left up to hope and destiny. If Eleven had come back once, she could come back again. He just wished he could tell the kid that without getting him riled up.

After a while Lucas and Dustin started rubbing Mike’s back. They knew what it was like to lose someone they cared about. They had lost Will before. But Mike was a bit different, he was more sensitive to the matter that this may have been the girl he loved and could be his forever. They were definitely both too young to understand what love was anyways. Dustin thought he knew a little bit since Max had crushed his heart into a million pieces. But he was also happy for his best friend.

Half an hour passed and Max fell asleep in her folded arms on the table. Steve began to read the newspaper, trying to turn each page with as little noise possible. Dustin had made five trips to the fridge and back for more chocolate pudding. Lucas had fallen asleep to watching the back of Max’s pretty red hair. And Mike still had his eyes glued to the door, not having moved one bit.

A sudden flash of lights peaked through the windows, and the sound of tires rolling over rocky gravel became louder.

Mike shot out of his seat and burst through the front door onto the porch. All the relief flooded his face seeing Eleven step out of the car. His eyes were nearly in tears as he began running faster and faster up to her. He was going in for a hug when her body collapsed right into him. He caught her right away, holding her securely with both his arms. She lifted her head to look up at him, not realizing they were inches apart. “Mike!” He saw how her nose was still bleeding, and he gently wiped it off with his sleeve.

He quickly looked at Hopper starting to panic “What’s wrong with El?! What’s wrong with her? Why is her nose still bleeding? Hopper? What’s wrong with her!?”

“Let’s get her inside first.” Hopper bent down and took Eleven’s fragile body out of Mike’s arms. He carried her inside to the second bedroom with Mike following closely behind.

Dustin jumped off the couch, spilling his pudding all over his shirt. “Holy shit! What the hell happened to her!”

Dustin slapped Lucas’ arm to wake him, and Max groggily lifted her head up from all the commotion. The three of them stood behind Mike through the doorway as Hopper started heating up some blankets and wrapping Eleven in them.

Steve dropped the newspaper and headed towards Eleven’s room as the door from the first bedroom opened, with Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy coming out.

Everyone entered the room and surrounded Eleven’s bed, Mike being the closest knelt down to her left side.

“Do you need some help with that?” Joyce asked, seeing that Hopper was trying to find more blankets.

“Yes, just those ones to your right.”

She got them and started helping Hopper heat them by the fire before placing them over Eleven’s cold body.

She curled in closer to Mike, as he held both her hands in his.

Nancy looked to Hopper when he placed the last blanket on her. “What happened to her?”

He straightened his back and turned to the group “When she closed the gate, she levitated. I think she used so much of her power it kind of drained  her.”

“Will she be okay?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes” Eleven replied in a quiet voice from the bed.

Everyone looked down and faced Eleven. With the amount of pain she was feeling, she thought she would have been halfway happy. But she was surrounded by her friends, her family, and her home. She was fully happy.

Hopper ruffled her hair gently and smiled “Maybe we should all just let her rest.”

Everyone slowly left the room one by one. First Steve, who gave her a proud smile. Then Jonathan and Nancy with their arms around each other. Max, Lucas, and Dustin who gave her little winks. Then Joyce, who softly kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. Hopper left shortly after her, closing the door behind him. Mike was the last one left.

He slowly got up from his knees and let go of her hands. He turned around and began to slowly walk towards the door.

Eleven sat up in her bed “Mike?”



“Are you sure El? Hopper said you needed sleep.”


He walked back towards her and pulled a chair next to the bed. He sat down, being surprised that the chair was a lot lower than he expected. He was at the same eye level as Eleven. He gave her a soft little smile and replied “Okay.”

She curled in closer to him again, holding his hands. “Mike, stay until I fall asleep.”

He brought himself closer to her, and held her hands a little tighter “I will. I’m right here.”

She nodded her head and sunk deeper into her pillow. She didn’t want to sleep though, she just wanted to stay and be here with Mike. Just to feel his hand hold hers, to actually see him and talk to him. That’s what she wanted to do all night long. “Mike?”

“Yes El?”

“Can we talk?”

“Of course we can.”

He leaned his head sideways on the chair, now seeing every inch of her pretty face closer to him.

“Mike I’m sorry.” she said as her chin began to tremble. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk back to you.”

A broken smile formed across his face. He held her hand with his right, but circled her wrist with his left. “El that wasn’t your fault! It’s no one’s fault- well maybe it’s the bad man’s fault.. But that doesn’t matter anymore okay? You’re here now, and you’re safe.”

She brought her eyes up to his “And I’m home.”

“Yeah and we’re all so thankful you’re here now.” Mike’s eyes started to water “And it hasn’t felt like home for three hundred and fifty- three days, not until day three hundred and fifty- four.” His voice began to break, realizing he wasn’t talking about a house anymore, but in fact a person. “I missed you so much El.”

Eleven didn’t want to cry again. She already cried too much, and screamed and got angry. She just wanted to be happy, and she was, but she couldn’t help a tear escape one of her eyes. “I missed you too.”

He stroked the top of her hand with his thumb. “You know I always felt your presence. I thought I saw you some days but then it was like I was chasing my imagination. It was really like you were there though.”

“I was.”

“What?” he turned himself in closer to her, confused.

“I saw that mouth breather making you smile. I got mad.”

Mike’s eyes opened wider. He knew Madmax was too good at skateboarding to just randomly fall off. “That was Max! Oh El there’s nothing to worry about, she was only trying to be my friend. I was being a bit stupid because I wouldn’t let her into the group. I didn’t want her to take your place. But she’s not a mouth breather, well I kinda thought she was until Lucas told me otherwise.”

“Until Lucas told you otherwise?”

“Yeah, they’re kind of a thing… I think?”

“A thing?”

“Yeah, like together. They both like each other more than friends.”

“Oh” Eleven blushed feeling this little piece of anger inside her drop.

“I can’t believe that was you. I mean, I knew it! The guys thought I was going crazy. But I knew all along…” he said proudly.

She couldn’t think of anything else to say so she just smiled. She always looked out for him even during times that he wasn’t aware of.

Mike sat in the chair thinking about how their lives can go on in a normal way, finally. “You know, I was just thinking. Since there’s no more upside down, things can go back to normal again.”

Eleven gave a simple nod, letting him continue.

“You can come over with the guys and we’ll teach you how to play dungeons and dragons. And I still have the fort you slept in a year ago with some of the toys you like so if you ever want to sleep over…”

Eleven continued nodding, listening intently to Mike talk.

“And I can show you all these cool science experiments I learned in Mr. Clarke’s class, and I can make you some really good egos… I’ve been practising new recipes.”

Eleven nodded her head eagerly at the sound of egos.

“And we could go to the snowball.” He said in a softer tone.

She lied there in bed giving him the softest expression she has ever made. Her eyes twinkled, and her dimples showed. “The snowball.” she repeated.

“We missed the one last year. I don’t know how it turned out though because I didn’t go…”

“I know. I heard you.” she reached to lay a hand on his shoulder and leaned in closer “But we’ll go this time.”

He felt so comforted and glad by her words. “Yeah, it’s about one month away. I- I still need to learn how to dance.”


“Oh yeah… well I’ll explain that another time.” He brushed it off, not knowing what to say to her since he knew so little in that field anyways.

Eleven brought her chin closer to the edge of the mattress. “Mike?”

“Yeah El?”

“I’m happy you’re here with me.”

“Well I’m happy you’re here with me too.” He replied back, intertwining his hand back into hers.

“I don’t ever want to leave you. Not again.” she said as her tired eyes could only reach his lips.

He looked down at her lips, then to her long lashes leaning in closer. “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

She brought her head up from her pillow leaning in closer to Mike. Her eyes almost half asleep. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He replies.

Their eyes were so close, their noses almost touching. But he saw how tired she was, and to do what he wanted to do ever since the snowball last year had to wait.

He leaned back into the chair and curled his body the same way Eleven had. He smiled at her right before her eyes closed. “Goodnight El.”

He watched her peacefully sleep, for a couple minutes until he shut his eyes himself.

In the living room Hopper checked the time and Mike had been in her room for over an hour already. It was getting late, and Eleven really needed to sleep now. He figured Mike in her room would keep her up all night. Hopper tiptoed towards the bedroom, and gently turned the knob. He opened it to find Mike sleeping on a chair with his head on the edge of the mattress and Eleven sleeping close to him with both her hands intertwined with Mike’s. He froze for a second, and grinned. It looked like she was in good care.

“Goodnight kids.” He whispered even though they were already both fast asleep. He quietly closed the bedroom door and walked back over to Joyce smoking on the couch.

The Happy Ending Con 2017 - Robert & Emilie’s Panel
  • If bobby could chose one of Rumple’s powers it would be teleport (x)
    • Bobby would want to teleport. “No more flying… no more walking.” (x)
  • Bobby just pointed to Emilie when asked if the kiss was improvised (x)
    • She said it is actually Bobby improvising (x)
    • The kiss in the last Rumbelle scene was improvised (x)
  • Bobby just said dancing around the crib was ridiculous so they decided to dance with each other (x)
  • Bobby and Emilie said they were upset filming last scene (x)
    • Em was crying in their last scene because she was so sad (x)
    • The kiss in the last scene was Roberts idea and Emilie cried when it was their last scene all the crew left to have their moment (x)
    • The crew left them for their moment + they didn’t realize. Bobby just kissed Emilie as they remembered it and the audience clapped (x)
  • Someone just said to play Rumple in French and he said NO (x)
    • Could Bobby play Rumple in French? Bobby: No Rumple is a creation not from this realm it wouldn’t fit (x)
  • Bobby kissed Em. On the head (x)
  • Em and Robert crack up a lot even during emotional scenes. Em: you just laugh at me! Bobby: it’s natural (x)
  • Robert doesn’t talk Rumples voice/ laugh on stage. It’s not him when he’s not in costume. So he is sorry but he won’t do it (x)
  • Girl asked Bobby why he’s still on the show bc he’s an awesome actor (x)
    • Robert why are you still here in this show? The biggest laughter, and applause just happend! Robert : “that’s brilliant” (x)
    • Someone just told Bobby that he was too good for this show. Emilie said she stole his passport (x)
    • Em is joking: A&E trapped him and stole his passport, Em says she’s gonna steal his passport now (x)
    • Robert: Everything is about timing in this industry (x)
    • When OUAT came along it came for the right time for Bobby. Rumplestiltskin was the first play he saw as a kid so when t came along (x)
    • He couldn’t say no. He also loves Vancouver and living there (x)
  • He said he likes working with Emilie and that the Vancouver is such a lovely place (x)
  • Em put an ice cold bottle of water behind Bobby and when he leaned back he was surprised (x)
  • What band would you be in? Emilie : we’d be In kiss“ Robert: good question, I would probably been a musician. (x)
  • Em would be a reembodied Janice Joplin (x)
  • Belle knew of Milahs existence but not if rumple killed her (x)
    • Bobby and Emilie don’t remember that belle knew Ablut Mila from s2 (x)
  • Saddest scene for Bobby was when she pushed rumple over the tow line (x)
    • Both were really upset the night she pushed him over the townline (x)
    • Saddest scene? Robert : when belle pushed Rumple over the line (looks at Emilie) you were brilliant that night Emilie: aw thank you (x)
  • When belle falls off te curtain was one of the funniest moments (x)
    • When belle falls odd the ladder in toRumples arms was a very sweet scene..Emilie looks at Robert we should be proud of that moment (x)
  • Bobby always enjoyed the rumbelle EF scenes (x)
  • Bobby said that at some point Rumple must have seen belle and that’s why he chose her (x)
    • Why did Rumple choose belle as his maid over everyone else? Robert: I’m sure Rumple saw her somewhere and said "I shall have her” (x)
  • Em: it was all Belle’s plan to fall in love with R (x)


Interrupted (Lipstick Stains Part 2)

Lipstick Stains 

Summary: Part 2 of Lipstick Stains. Follows right where it left off with she and Tom getting steamy in the bathroom.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little swearing and some smuttiness

A/n: I know, I know, it took me forever, but this was hard to write. I just hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I’m actually so tired rn so ima go to sleep, but hopefully you guys will let me know what you think. Also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love ya x

She walked right back up to Tom, grabbed his shirt front and pulled his mouth against hers. She needed him. Now.

Their kiss grew intense, fast. She pushed him, his back hitting the wall roughly. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Their bodies already pressed together, she lifted her knee to his hip and wrapped her leg around his thigh. His hands found her ass again and once more, he lifted her up. When her legs tightened around him, he spun them, trapping her between the wall and himself.

He slid a hand between their bodies, squeezing her breast. She moaned against his mouth. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all over her delicate skin. He returned to her sweet spot, doing all he could to keep her moaning. The sounds falling from her parted lips were the best thing he had heard. The fact that he could do that to her, fuelled his desire.

He kissed back up along her neck and jaw, capturing her mouth. It was messy and heated, a battle for dominance. He tasted the lingering alcohol on her tongue. What else does she taste like?

He moved his hands to her legs and pushed them down a little, indicating that she return to the ground. Without breaking their kiss, her feet touched the floor. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs where her dress had ridden up. Grabbing the hem, he pulled it, over her ass and past the curve of her back. As he continued up past her chest, she stretched her arms above her head. Their lips parted for a moment as he pulled the dress off her completely and threw it to the floor. They didn’t miss a beat, resuming their kiss immediately.  

His hands roamed her body, the skin on skin contact so enticing, trailing from her back to her hips to her stomach. He pulled away and stared deeply, eyes dark with lust. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing over her bare skin, lower and lower. She let her head fall back against the cool tiles. He glided his hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her ass before hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for permission.

“Please,” she breathed.

He didn’t waste a minute more, dragging the lace fabric down her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anticipating that first touch. He gently spread her legs and started just above her knee, one kiss, so light. She sighed softly. He teased her with another, just millimetres above the previous one.

“Tom,” she whined.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations against her skin sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, no, darling, I wanna savour this,” his voice was low.

He continued kissing his way up, mouth open, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered.

He was almost there, right where she needed him. Her fingers tightened their grip on his curls.

And then, ripping them from their reverie, there came a loud banging on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, goose bumps rising all across her skin. Adjusting to reality under the glare of the bathroom light, she suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable.

Tom pulled away from her, turning to the source of the interruption.

“What?” he yelled, exasperation evident in his voice.

“Dude, hurry up! Sarah’s about to throw up all over your floor,” an urgent voice called back.


He returned his attention to her, but she was already tugging her dress on with haste.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Wait, what?” he stood up.

He wet a towel, wiping the lipstick smears off his face. She grabbed it from his hand, and did the same.

“This was a mistake,” she repeated firmly, handing the now-stained cloth back. She refused to meet his eyes. A quick look in the mirror convinced her she was decent enough.

Without any further explanation, she opened the door.

“All yours,” she said to the pair waiting outside. She stepped out of the way, as they rushed in.

Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and made her way back to the party. She tried to ignore Tom behind her. She knew he was eager to talk to her, to ask her why it was a mistake, to figure out what happens now; but she wasn’t. The sooner she could forget their encounter, the better.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Kat. She saw her eyes light up at her appearance, a cheeky grin spreading across her face and excitement visibly bubbling. Excusing herself, she came bounding over.

“So, you and Tom, eh?” she asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“For like five seconds, yeah – and then I found my dignity.”

“Oh shut up and give me details. It’s about time you two hooked up. Tell me everything.”

Her mind wandered back to the bathroom. She recalled his face buried in her neck, writhing in his grasp, skin burning everywhere he touched her. She remembered the pleasure she felt with his lips pressed against her thigh, creeping higher and higher.

Feeling very hot, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, she kicked herself mentally. You need to get a grip.

“I need alcohol,” was all she told her friend.


Two hours and many shots of vodka later, she was standing on the coffee table, singing off key, dancing to her own beat. She was very drunk.

Most of the guests had left already, the final stragglers wishing Kat and Haz farewell. Tom was busy cleaning up, collecting cups and empty plates into a trash bag. He couldn’t help looking at her now; he hadn’t been able to help stealing glances in her direction all night. Since she had left him hanging earlier, he didn’t know what he felt. The proud, stubborn part of him was mad at her. Maybe it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Although there was another part of him that was sorry they didn’t get to finish. Man, the way she said my name.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, forgetting her soft skin and sultry moans. Kat and Haz walked in, it was just the four of them now. They both looked at her and Tom and exchanged a look.

“It’s late, we should sleep. Let’s clean up tomorrow,” Haz said to Tom.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Kat agreed.

“No, no, no, I’m not tired!”

The three of them turned to see her teetering at the edge of the table, swaying unsteadily in her heels.

“Someone should get her.”

“I love her, but I’m so sleepy right now,” Kat groaned, draping herself over Haz’s shoulder.

“Come on, love, I’ll put you to bed,” he smiled down at her.

“Tom, are you okay to put her to bed?” he indicated the other girl, now mumbling incoherent lyrics.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, you two go to bed. I’ll take care of her.”


They bid him goodnight and left.

He sighed again, putting the trash bag on the floor and turning the music off.

“Hey!” she cried.

“It’s time to go to bed, darling.”

“No, Tommy, I wanna dance some more,” she lifted one foot and tried to do a pirouette. However, completely lacking any stability at this point, she lost her balance. He darted to her side. Too stunned to make any noise, she toppled straight into his waiting arms.

“That was close! You’re my hero, Tommy.”

She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice,” she crooned.

“Okay, you are really off your face right now, aren’t you?” he asked, supporting her as she went limp.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Alright, let’s get you some water,” he said, holding her up and guiding her to the kitchen.

Pouring her a glass of chilled water, he handed it to her. She raised it to her mouth, but in her intoxicated state, half the liquid spilled down her chest.

“Oh, that’s cold!” she giggled.

“Great, now you gotta change. Honestly, darling,” he grumbled.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of his bed and went to his wardrobe. He chose a sweater at random.

She was lying on her back, legs still on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune only she knew. There was a goofy smile on her face. She was quite adorable.

“Up you get, darling,” he pulled her back onto her feet.

There was no way she would be able to change herself, so he took it upon himself to undress her for the second time that night.

She giggled again.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Tommy?”

“We already tried that, love, didn’t work out too well,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna kiss you.”

He pulled her arms through each sleeve, ignoring her.

“There,” he said, checking her over. His jumper hung loose on her small frame, it reached halfway down her thighs and her hands were engulfed in the sleeves.

She yawned, covering her mouth with a sweater paw.

“Seems you’re tired after all, darling,” he pulled back the covers. It would be easier to allow her to sleep in here, and he take the guest room instead.

“I like when you call me ‘darling’.”

“Come lie down,” he smiled. She lay down and snuggled in as he tucked the covers around her. Leaning over her already, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep here? Next to me?” she gazed up at him through drooping eyelids.

He paused, considering her request. Then he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

He wriggled under the covers and she shimmied back against him. He spooned her, folding a strong arm around her stomach. Her hair tickled his cheek, and he huffed, blowing it away. He liked the way she felt, nestled into his chest, legs entwined with his. He could get used to this.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

They settled in. He waited for her breathing to become even before he too, fell sound asleep.  

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  • ❛ And all I tend to do is think of you. ❜
  • ❛ It’s I who waits, it’s you who’s late again. ❜
  • ❛ And it’s a shame that it ends this way. ❜
  • ❛ I hold on to a hope in my fate. ❜
  • ❛ Did you flinch? Did you care? ❜
  • ❛ Did he look? Did he stop and stare? ❜
  • ❛ I wrote you a song. ❜
  • ❛ And I’ll never leave you again. ❜
  • ❛ Lovers come, lovers go. ❜
  • ❛ Love should make you feel good. ❜
  • ❛ Make your fathers proud. ❜
  • ❛ I was blind, now I see. ❜
  • ❛ Here it comes, the big parade. ❜
  • ❛ This is my confession. ❜
  • ❛ She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair. ❜
  • ❛ But I still love her, I don’t really care. ❜
  • ❛ It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all. ❜
  • ❛ The opposite of love’s indifference. ❜
  • ❛ And I won’t leave until you come downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ Head up, love. ❜
  • ❛ I feel her filth in my bones. ❜
  • ❛ The walls, they’re closing in. ❜
  • ❛ These boys are out for blood tonight. ❜
  • ❛ That wasn’t what we were good at. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been trying to do it right. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been living a lonely life. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been sleeping here instead. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know where I belong. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know where I went wrong. ❜
  • ❛ I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t think you’re right for him. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t gamble, but if I did I would bet on us. ❜
  • ❛ Yes, there are times we live for somebody else. ❜
  • ❛ No one will believe me. ❜
  • ❛ Everyone thinks I’m a liar. ❜
  • ❛ No one knows the truth. ❜
  • ❛ No one trusts what I say. ❜
  • ❛ Overnight my hair turned gray. ❜
  • ❛ In the end, it boils down to credibility. ❜
  • ❛ Hello, how do you do? ❜
  • ❛ That’s pretty cool, but classy girls don’t kiss in bars, you fool. ❜
  • ❛ The hardest part is through. ❜
  • ❛ It takes a boy to live, but it takes a man to pretend he was there. ❜
  • ❛ It’s a long road to wisdom, but it’s a short one to being ignored. ❜
  • ❛ Be in my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ Be in my heart. ❜
  • ❛ I won’t close my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ It takes a man to live, but it takes a woman to make him compromise. ❜
  • ❛ I like what you wear. ❜
  • ❛ Clean it up, it’s okay. ❜
  • ❛ It’s gone numb around me. ❜
  • ❛ Suits were made for men, not boys. ❜
  • ❛ This faith that we fake is a choice. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t wanna go. ❜
  • ❛ If you’re down on your luck, don’t get down on yourself. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s all learn how to dance. ❜
  • ❛ We will waltz once again. ❜
  • ❛ I was meant for you and you were meant for me. ❜
  • ❛ I love you and everything about you. ❜
  • ❛ When you see a fire, you grab the gasoline. ❜
  • ❛ Pay your respects to society. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s drink to your health. ❜
  • ❛ May your dreams come to reality. ❜
  • ❛ I ain’t nobody’s problem but my own. ❜
  • ❛ Let me be and I will set you free. ❜
  • ❛ There’s no glory for me at the starting line. ❜
  • ❛ I was on my own in a search for the golden life. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve told lies that never came true. ❜
  • ❛ I have stolen and so have you. ❜
  • ❛ It’s just a little white lie. ❜
  • ❛ I know it was you. ❜
  • ❛ Everyone requires a plan. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never seen nobody quite like you. ❜
  • ❛ You can always find me where the skies are blue. ❜
  • ❛ It’s all or nothing to you. ❜
  • ❛ People say I’m no good. ❜
  • ❛ Fuck ‘em, they’re just sick in the head. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t live life underneath it all. ❜
  • ❛ You’re a long way from home. ❜
  • ❛ This loneliness won’t last for long. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know why I just can’t let it go. ❜
  • ❛ The strangers in this town, they raise you up just to cut you down. ❜
  • ❛ Home at last. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t own a single gun. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t have a sweetheart yet. ❜
  • ❛ Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around. ❜
  • ❛ When I die, I’ll be on time. ❜
  • ❛ The only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce. ❜
  • ❛ Heaven help a fool who falls in love. ❜
  • ❛ Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear. ❜
  • ❛ We were not born in sin. ❜
can i have this dance? | jeon jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: fluff with a sprinkle of shy!kook ; high school!au (light swearing)

Word count: 2,547 words

Prompt: It takes a team of six to help Jungkook to ask you out for prom. 

A/N: requested by @nehaperry​ (thank you for requesting ◕‿◕✿)

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She did not apply to Elsewhere. She’s very sure she did not apply to Elsewhere. She had let her eyes deliberately slide past the name and the godforsaken crest, had made sure she didn’t take any forms she didn’t need, had double and triple checked the addresses. 

The letter came for her anyway. 

The envelope had a single stamp neatly glued to it’s top right corner, which she appreciates (it forms a nice balance with the university crest on the top left), but really, if they were trying for normality there should be a postmark somewhere. 

And they should perhaps leave the letter in her mailbox instead of on her goddamn coffee table. 

She’d like to think that she was calm when she saw it, looking like a poisoned gift in the middle of the oval tabletop, but really, her reaction was more like an amalgamation of the words ‘why god why’ and ‘oh hell no’. 

It took several hours of calming down, a box of Pop Tarts and a brief trip out for milk and salt before she approached it, a cup of warm milk in one hand. 

A bowl of salt in the other. 

She placed both on the coffee table, positioned them so they looked like they were closing in on the inanimate trespasser. It doesn’t do anything for what she’s planning, but helps with morale nonetheless. 

Grabbing a pair of tweezers (stainless steel, but it’ll do) in a gloved hand, she picked up the letter from one corner and dropped it into the bowl. 


She frowned. They were getting clever. 

Taking another sip of milk, she dragged the envelope back onto the coffee table, and proceeded to rip it open with the tweezers. When that didn’t work, she got up, went to the study, and got a box cutter, fresh from it’s packaging. 

The blade snapped as soon as it touched the flap. Trying to tear it open with gloves was like catching a live fish with bare hands. 

By the time the sun went from being high in the sky to brushing the horizon, she had went from scared to frustrated, and the envelope went from unopened to slightly crumpled, but very decidedly Not Open. 

She put her head in her hand, still gloved, and let out a groan. 

Burning it hadn’t worked (she hasn’t seen paper curl away from fire like that before). Burying it in the backyard didn’t work (she had to sweep up the dirt the letter tracked in). Switching into her thinnest gloves hadn’t worked. Opening it with her acrylic nails didn’t do anything apart from snapping all of them in two. 

She grabbed the letter, went outside, and stuck it into her iron letterbox. 

When she returned to the living room, the letter was sitting on the coffee table like a smug guest. She could have screamed. 

“You,” she snarled, “are more trouble than you’re worth. Open.” 

The envelope actually deflated. Slowly, the flap curled back, revealing a sliver of cream against white. 

Pulling out a single sheet, she unfolded the letter.

There were no pretences between her and the Gentry, whether they resided in an educational institution or not. So the letter was short (by their standards, not hers) and to the point (again, by their standards, not hers). 

Dear Xian, 

She rolled her eyes. Damn their inability to comprehend Chinese names. 

On behalf of our admissions team, I congratulate you on your admissions to Elsewhere University. You have been awarded a place at our institution, Elsewhere University, by request of our generous patrons, who have agreed to finance your education during your time here. 

Generous her ass. The Folk are not generous. Not when it doesn’t suit them. 

Elsewhere University is a high ranking institution with a longstanding tradition of recognising and nurturing excellence, 

And in capture-and-release of unsuspecting college students, she’s sure. 

and we are pleased to have you be a part of our student body. 

You mean be a part of Fae TV, she thought angrily, reading the rest of the letter. It was mostly drivel all the way down, admissions statistics and how she should be proud to be offered a place. Scoffing again at ‘university traditions’, she got to the last paragraph. 

We expect your acceptance to our invitation by Beltane (May 1st). Elsewhere University welcomes you, and I personally look forward to greeting you on campus. 


An illegible scrawl, and what may be a drop of blood next to it. There was no name. 

Great. An acceptance from a university she never applied to, an endorsement from a shadowy figure, and quite literally no room for rejection. Might as well tell her she’s been summoned and be done with it. 

Part of her itched to set the damn thing on fire, but another part, who had curled into herself and began to scheme, knew that it would be the worst thing she ever did in this situation. 

Her mind flickered back to a vision of rolling hills, borne out of flat land, of beings too beautiful to be seen without a small measure of horror, of standing transfixed, a child’s curiosity, still untempered by fear or knowledge. 

The sensation of being lifted up, like a flower plucked from the earth and carried away, fast and far. Of staring into eyes that she knew but couldn’t recognise, of fingernails that were suddenly too sharp when they held her (‘Mama!’ ‘I’m so sorry, my darling, so sorry, did I hurt you, my darling, are you in pain?’ ), of talons that lightly scratched at her scalp when they brushed through her hair and limbs that didn’t move as naturally as they usually did, even hours after she was brought home.

And now, it seems, she’s being called back.  

Pushing her hair back from her face, she looked at the letter again. It stared back, as well as a thing without eyes could. 

Ah what the hell. 

Peeling back a glove so it wouldn’t get ruined, she reached forward and touched the tip of a lengthened fingernail to the paper. 

The words shifted, crawling over the paper like ants to form a single sentence, written in a heavy hand: 

“We appreciate your prompt response, and expect your attendance at the University this fall.”

Well, shit. 


I devoured the Elsewhere University archives within 2 days, and have been loyally following any updates ever since, so here’s my humble contribution from playing in this sandbox. 

This was combining the partly the idea of descendants attending the same university (and one of them being rather desperate to break the tradition), the idea of a treaty with the university, current racial politics, tales of students adapting to the lifestyle and culture of another land, and a conversation with my friend that ended in “Y'know, if they were brazen enough, who’s to say they won’t steal each other’s kids? I’m just saying that someone must have tried, yanno?“ 

So here’s my international student receiving an acceptance to EU without actually applying there, who is a bit more than what she seems, but is mostly human. Mostly.


Steve Harrington imagine 

A\N: Ok, so this sucks but I’m in a Steve’s crises so I had to write something. I mean who cares if its 2am and I  have to wake up at 5, right?

As always, sorry for any mistake, the gif and the characters don’t belong to me( in my dreams Steve is mine, does it count?) but the story does. Hope you guys like it! 

Y\N Henderson always dreamed of college, just the thought of getting out of Hawkins was enough to encourage her. It’s not the she didn’t like the place, she did, but the girl always expected more than the city could offer. 

After the events of the past year (what her little brother liked to call ‘the attack of the demogorgons‘) it was harder to leave home, but it was easier when she found out her best friend was not only going to the same college but also going to be her roommate. But now, Y\N was starting to rethink if that was really a pro. 

“Oh c’mon, just admit it! You are attracted to him” 

“No” The Henderson answered without looking for the other

 “No you’re not attracted to him, or no you just won’t admit it?” Y\N opened and closed her mouth a few times but ended up just rolling her eyes 

“Just do your damn paperwork, okay?!” 

“Whatever you say, oh and by the way, he’s still staring” The girl lifted her eyes from her book and focused them in front, finding Steve looking back at her. She blushed and lowered her gaze again. “Gotta go, have a date with some senior “her friend squealed while collecting her things 

“Are you really leaving me alone for a college boy?” Y\N raised her eyebrow crossing her arms. “Of course not,” Her friend smirked and waved to the table in front of them “Harrington is gonna make you company” Before she could say anything her friend waved a small goodbye and Steve was in front of her 

“Hi there stranger” He said with his hand on the back of his neck “mind if I sit here?” She just shook a ‘no’ and he sat beside her. She tried to focus on her book and forget about her ultimate dream boy right beside her. 

“After all we’ve seen together this shouldn’t be so awkward, right?” He said after a few minutes of silence. She just chuckled, and finally looked to him look out of the corner of her eye. “What happened?” She thought of pretending not to know what he was talking about, but he would see thru her crappy excuse.

 In the junkyard while fighting those goddamn things, Y\N and Steve shared a moment. Well more than just a moment, a kiss. 

She was attacked by one of the Demo-something, and right when she saw its mouth open and she got ready for the pain, nothing came. She slowly opened her eyes and observed Steve kill the thing with his bat. He came to her and checked for any injury, and when he found none she lifted his chin and whispered an ‘I’m ok’. They stared at each other for a moment and then she felt his lips press on hers. It was fast but filled with something Y\N never felt in any other kiss in her life. 

They never talked about it, didn’t matter how many afternoons he went to her house to play with Dustin or like he called their “men lessons”. She didn’t know what to say. Of course Y\N wanted to talk about the kiss, better yet, do it again. But she was not going to be a patch up for Nancy, so she did the only thing she knew how to do when she couldn’t face a problem, she ignored it. 

She sighed and shrugged her shoulder “You and Nancy, I guess” 

“Bullshit” He said a bit higher “You knew that Nancy and I were over, and yet you ignored me like nothing ever happened” 

“Well that was what you did the first time those things appeared”

 “That was different, I was starting to feel something for you”

 “Yeah, well, me too” For a moment they just held eye contact. Realization hitting the Harrington “I have to go. See you around Steve” Y\N got up, but before she could lift her book he held her wrist “Steve, I -..” He moved his hand south and laced it with hers 

“I’m sorry “ Steve observed her while she watched their hands interlaced “I would never want to hurt you. I guess I should’ve listened to your brother all along” Y\N widened her eyes and turned to him. The boy chuckled and gave her his best puppy eyes “Promise you won’t kill me?” She shook a yes “Your brother may have read your diary, and possibly told me a few things” The girl’s mouth opened in shock as she sat again. 

“I can’t believe that little shit” She whispered to herself while Steve laughed weakly.

 “So, is it true that my smile could light up the whole Hawkins?” Steve wriggled his eyebrows while she hid her face between her hands “Cause, you know, I’d flattered since it came from the owner of the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen” Y\N rolled her eyes trying to hide her blushing face

 “That was really cheesy Mr. Harrington” Steve shook his shoulders 

“I am a very cheesy guy, you should get used to that” 

“Oh, why would that be?” Y\N faked innocence

 “Cause I’m pretty sure your little brother just planned our spring wedding” He mocked and they both shared a small laugh attracting attention and ‘shhs’ from the other students on the library. They forced themselves quiet and Y\N bit her lip.

 “God , I want to kiss you” He said to himself but she heard

 “Then maybe you should” Y\N replied as she held his hand. Steve lift his eyes for her and looked for any uncertainty on her eyes, and when he found none he kissed her. This kiss was cautious and slow, but still filled with passion. Steve caressed her cheek while one of her hands held his neck and the other clutched at his arm. Right when the boy was about to bring her closer they were interrupted

 “Hey, you two! This is not the place to do.. That. Get out, now!” They recognized her as the responsible for the library, and went out while being watched by the rest of the students. The Harrington wearing a proud smirk and Y\N hiding her red as tomato face between her hair and Steve’s chest.

 “Perhaps we should thank that dickhead after all” Steve said outside while holding the girl in his arms 

“Who would’ve thought of that” She answered biting her lip before he kissed her again.

'Fresh Off the Boat' Star: I Don't Need to Represent Every Asian Mom Ever

On stereotypes: I think the reason people have been quick to throw the stereotype criticism on us is because there will always be people who are laughing at the wrong thing. Some people are like, “Oh, stereotypical accent!” An accent is an accent. If there were jokes written about the accent, then that would certainly be harmful. But there aren’t jokes written about it. It’s not even talked about. It’s just a fact of life: immigrants have accents. Making the choice to have that is a way of not watering down the character and making it politically correct. It’s choosing authenticity over safety, and I think that’s bold. The people who are going to laugh at the alleged stereotypes are the same people who are going to laugh at their Chinese waiter in the restaurant next door for very coarse, uneducated reasons.

On accents: I don’t think her foreignness is ever the butt of the joke. She’s aware of her difference, yet she doesn’t think that’s any reason for her to not have a voice. It doesn’t elicit shame in her. She doesn’t become a shrinking violet. And instead of that being something that Asians should be embarrassed of, I think that’s something that we should be proud of — the types of characters who know they don’t speak perfect English, who know they have different customs, who don’t think that that’s any reason for them to not have a voice.

On Asian representation: We shouldn’t be a voice for all Asians. We are such a varied group that there’s no one show that can be like, “This is what Asian America looks like!” But we’re given that burden because we’re so rarely represented. If you see Tina Fey on television, you’re not like, “All white women are like Tina Fey.” Yet people are like, “Oh, Jessica Huang’s not like mymother, but this show is supposed to be about Asians, so shouldn’t she be like my mother?” I understand the burden, because the history of our representation on TV is very sparse. But we’d be doing a disservice to the people who are worried about that by watering it down instead of trying to be specific. Specificity is what makes good storytelling, and good storytelling is what makes money, and making money is then what encourages new producers to invest in different stories about Asians.

Hey I felt inspired by a wonderful prompt from the forever amazing @voltronpaella and wrote a fluff so enjoy ♥ //finger guns out of the room//

“Nice work team, once we get back to the castle meet up for de-briefing as usual.” Shiro’s voice chimed through the speakers of Blue’s interior. Truthfully, the leader’s voice was somehow the only thing keeping Lance grounded in reality at the moment.

Lance groaned, heat escaping between his lips as he glanced up at his control panel, agonizing to himself that he’d have to move soon.

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Xena/Wonder Woman Crossover Headcanons

(Some of these will be drawn in the future but not all so here you go)

  • Diana, a princess of themyscira, under hippolyta, recognises and respects gabrielle as a queen and kneels accordingly “my mother sends her regards, queen gabrielle" 
  • "diana why are you - oh right, i’m queen huh? xena why don’t you kneel - oh wait nm” (gab blushes, xena smirks, diana giggles) 
  • gab and xena leaving diana to babysit eve while they go on a date. when they come home, eve is sleeping in a weeping diana’s arms “she’s just so beautiful! you made this? you two should be very proud!” “we are" 
  • xena just lets diana sit as long as she wants til she needs to breastfeed and nobody cares about xena’s boobs being out. diana is fascinated and in awe (she’s never seen breastfeeding before) and starts to cry again 
  • just EVERYTHING about the little family amazes diana because she’s never seen a baby up close before like this 
  • when eve cries (hungry or needs changing) diana panics 
  • diana becomes eve’s guardian (lila was a choice but diana is better trained for the job and can take eve to themyscira)
  • eve LOVES diana’s crown and likes to play with it 
  • diana has endless stories about themyscira for everyone
  • when gab and xena stage their death, diana retrieves eve and takes her to themyscira as promised
  • ares gets his ass handed to him 
  • when the wives wake up as scheduled (because diana doesn’t fuck shit up), they know where to find their daughter
  • xena trains warriors and teaches embroidery and all the sort of thing 
  • antiope and xena are best friends and mentor each other
  • gabrielle helps out and sometimes returns to greece for queen responsibilities of her tribe, but mostly works as a bard on themyscira
  • everyone gushes over another baby on the island
  • sometimes a happy family is a warrior princess god killer, her amazon wife, their half divine miracle daughter, and her 10 000 aunties, one of whom is a demi god princess made of clay 
  • everybody lives happily ever after

Soooo basically this started with the #noh8 tag at our school and ‘vandalising’ every single cubicle of the girls bathrooms with AMAZING art and uplifting messages for promoting self confidence and no bullying and no excuse for sexual assault etcetera. So long story short this all started with me as I used poster paint to paint over the hurtful messages over the bathroom doors after school. To let it dry, I locked it from the inside and vaulted over the doorframe (I’m really tall) and then the next morning I got to school at six in the morning to unlock the door. I then spent a whole hour with my friends creating a piece of art that we call #noh8. The teachers have differing opinions on this, some (generally the deputy principals and principal) saying that the person should be caught and punished, but the bulk of the teachers (especially the janitors) said that this is wonderful as it promotes a good cause. My English teacher accidentally found out and now my nickname is Banksy around the school to those who know about the #noh8 project. Not really a horror story but still one that I am quite proud of and thought I’d share. Also, my friend (we’ll call her Caramel because that’s her art name) signs all her art in the bathrooms and I now sign my art with 'Banksy’. Just btw this all started because caramel’s sister was getting bullied and being called a whore and slut cuz she was assaulted at the age of thirteen. And that is my little story of how a freakishly tall Australian girl and her best friends created a project that made its way into the school yearbook and made a now 14 year old girl feel better about herself after a horrible incident.