when it comes to the new dash

One more chapter and then the reader is home free. I really hope you guys like the new OC. Any of you who’ve played Dragon Age will know the character he is based upon as Zevran Arainai; dashing, charming, and oh-so-lovely. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]:  Aaaahhhhh I can’t wait to find out what Loki will do when she doesn’t come home, and who the person in the next cell is

Shit it would be me that tried to be nice but gets arrested instead. My dumb ass 😂😂

Yay! New friends!!

‘The Tower’ (Part 24)

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Conversation quickly picked up between yourself and the faceless voice in the darkness. Not only was the man amusing and quick-witted, he also was compassionate and attentive, offering condolences for your mother’s passing.

You’d ascertained that his name was Fenrien.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for their deaths,” Fenrien said warmly. “If anybody else had been in your predicament, they’d have shot those thieves a second time for good measure and left their corpses to hang, with half the tarnish on their conscience.”
“I took a life, Fenrien. Worse still, I took two.” You sighed, realising suddenly how much you’d lamented to a stranger. “I cannot ever be proud of that or feel good about it. I just can’t.”
“A noble attitude, but that was not what I meant. You shouldn’t try to feel good about such things. You should aim only for peace. You protected your mother’s funeral from defamation, and that’s all that matters. Make your peace with it.”

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So TWD is back which means as a British person I won’t be able to come back to my dash until late tomorrow tonight or tuesday depending on when I watch the episode. I hope you all enjoy it and that they don’t kill your favourites (they probably will) and that you have a fantastic monday. I’ll see you on the flipside!!!!

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Some Tips On Organic Chemistry
  1. When you’re looking at two compounds and wondering how they may react, pay attention to the carbons - if they are bonded to a halogen or something more electronegative than them, then they have a partial positive charge and they’re going to want anything that will give them more electrons (a.k.a. a nucleophillic attack). If they’re bonded to hydrogen, they have a partial negative charge and they become your nucleophile, which will want to give those electrons to something that’s lacking them. Once you get these basics down, mechanisms become much easier to memorize because you can see the logic in them and sometimes predict them.

  2. Get the basic mechanisms ingrained in your brain. Think of SN1, SN2, E1 and E2 as your new multiplication table. Make flashcards about them and take them to class. Or put them at the back or front of your notebook. Just have them handy at all times.

  3. Draw the final steps in 3D. ALWAYS. You can draw the mechanisms and the first steps in 2D because it will make it easier to understand, but never forget that you’re working with a 3D structure that can flipped (and attacked by nucleophiles) every which way. Also, if you don’t know the basic perspectives used in orgo (Fischer, Newmans, sawhorse, wedge-dash) please take half an hour to learn them. Mainly wedge-dash and Fischer, but Newman is very useful when deciding which position you should put your atoms in if you’re dealing with sin and anti.

  4. Colors. If you’re one of those people who ONLY writes in black pen, awesome, keep using it for WRITING. For reactions though, you’re going to want options. you’ll need to differentiate between:

    • The molecules (same color for atoms and bonds, unless you want to finish your notes on your deathbed).
    • Your three types of arrows: electron flow, actual steps in the reaction (think intermediates) and steps you may take to make it clearer for you but that happen at the same time.
    • Formal charges
    • The electrons that stay with its original atom and the ones that are given/shared, if you’re like me and you like your mechanisms to be spelled out.
    • This is not an excuse to go nuts with the coloring, 3 colors are enough. Personally, I use purple for molecules, electrons and reaction arrows, black for electron flow arrows and charges and light blue for clarification step arrows. Also optional but to denote a homolytic fission I usually write a blue line perpendicular to the bond. Similarly, if two atoms share one electron each, instead of just one them donating both electrons, I link said electrons with blue.
    • Remember to be consistent, otherwise you’ll end up like me, looking at your notes from the beginning of the semester and wondering if that dash is a bond or a -1 formal charge (to avoid this, preferably circle formal charges. Lol I never do this but I should).
  5. Flashcards are so helpful! Write the reactants on one side and the mecanism and products on the other. Test yourself until you are one with the electrons.

  6. If it’s a concerted mechanism, number the arrows. You’ll thank yourself a month from now.

  7. Khanacademy. Khanacademy will save your butt when it comes to mechanisms. Chemwiki is likely to have anything that Khanacademy doesn’t. If it isn’t in either of those, Google images just became your new best friend. Books also tend to explain those nicely but I personally find them to be poorly structured and they usually include much more info than what you’ll actually be requiered to know. If you have the time to read two pages on a reaction though, by all means go for it.

  8. Study in advance. Good luck studying for your final two days before if you don’t understand the mechanisms and you don’t have your material organized. Seriously, don’t do it. A week before the exam you could make those flashcards mentioned above. They’re a great way to review but it will be impossible if you are learning these things from scratch.

  9. Get your hands on past tests. This goes for any subject but especially for orgo. Try to get a past test or at least ask an upper-classman who’s taken orgo with that professor. Does his/her tests focus on mechanisms? Retrosynthesis? Or does he/she give you the reactants and ask what the product is or what environment they should be in to obtain x? Ideally, you should be able to answer any of these if you know the material. However, if they focus on retrosynthesis, it may be a little tricky, so make sure to cater your study techniques to that.

  10. You should also check out @colllegeruled’s Surviving Organic Chemistry, it’s super helpful and it has lots of resources (seriously, you introduced me to Khanacademy, I OWE YOU MY LIFE).

So, this is what I can offer so far. I hope it shines at least a faint light into the dark path that is organic chemistry.

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Danny, Sam and Tucker developing their own language, it mostly being a blend of Ghost and Esperanto and gibberish. They use it to communicate to each other without anyone else knowing what they’re saying, when they need to speak about private things, communicate battle tactics without the enemy knowing what they mean, or just to annoy people. 

and then they take it a step further and start speaking in codes in the trio tongue. brief shorthand to get info across quick, like “d7 to mark2-0-K down 9 at count.” the trio are gamers so it’d be similar to how they plan plays, only quicker.

and everyone thinks they’re crazy for having this made up language. Dash teases them because “Didn’t you know you were supposed to grow out of kiddy playing, you dweebs are regressing. Wonder how long till the diapers come into play again.” and they just. talk about how dumb Dash is. right in front of him. because Dash can’t understand. and they laugh about it. and it pisses Dash off. It gets to the point where the trio speak nothing but their own tongue when they’re not in class. they develop a written form of it using ghost letters but they change which letters are assigned to which sounds and combine some letters to form new ones so if even a ghost tried to read what they write it would just be absolute nonsense on top of a language that it wouldn’t know.

Jazz tries to get Danny to teach her, but he refuses because he doesn’t want to confuse her. Teach Sam and Tucker how to speak the handful of ghost sounds that humans couldn’t really replicate had been hard enough. Valerie is confused by the new behavior, but quickly becomes suspicious when she overhears and recognizes a few words being spoken by Phantom.

Jack and Maddie steadily get more and more worried about this kind of behavior because they even speak it to each other when they’re all together in their house. Sam’s parents Blame the Fenton’s for corrupting their daughter by teaching her devil tongues and they don’t believe Jack when he tells them that the language wasn’t Ghostspeak. Tucker’s parents try to not mind but it starts to worry them too. all three sets of parents try to ban the Angela by way of grounding or the threat of not allowing them to see each other anymore, but that just causes the three to shut up. and not say anything, secret language or otherwise. so they eventually just agree to let the kids continue to speak the language though they’re not happy about it, but for their part the trio do cut it down a considerable amount.

Danny accidentally writes part of his papers in the language. Mr. Lancer is beyond done. 

And Vlad just doesn’t even try to understand. Danny tries to annoy him with it but Vlad just ignores him. When Danny doesn’t stop, Vlad begins speaking back to him in an equally nonsensical, fake language, one that he, Jack and Maddie made back in college. it becomes a virtual nonsense conversation because they keep talking to each other but they have i no idea what the other actually means. sometimes it evolves into arguments other times its surprisingly calm and they seem to communicate well. Danny uses every chance he gets to insult Vlad. Vlad uses the opportunity to reveal, in detail, his exact future plans right to Danny’s face.

A Flower’s Path

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Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Pairing: Ban Ryu (Do Ji Han) X Reader

Genre: angst, coming-of-age, slight!romance

Word Count: 2,584

Request: Hi! For the Hwarang scenarios, what about one where you are a great enough fighter that you are asked to be the ONLY female hwarang (but against your will). Once inside, Ban Ryu is constantly complaining about how you shouldn’t be there and how it’s a disgrace for a woman to be in the Hwarang house. The two of you keep bashing heads bc even though you didn’t want to be there, you weren’t going to take that from him. Once the princess gets there she gets jealous that most of the hwarang gets close with the female hwarang and tries to get rid of her. - @starbooks13

Your hands’ grip slowly tightened on the big wooden stick. Standing ground and focusing on your opponent, you lowered the stick enough so that it pointed at your enemy. New beads of sweat formed on your face. Inhale. Exhale. You smirked, full of confidence. Ready.

You let out a yell, striking a blow on the left shoulder, right shoulder, stomach, and then the shoulders again. Your rival refused to move, only dust flying out of him.You dashed around, dodging for any incoming attacks and taking chances of your own to get hits. Loud rhythmic sounds could be heard from your stick coming in contact with the surface again and again. The amount of energy you used up showed when you found yourself starting to breathe heavily. “Miss (Y/N).” A familiar soft female voice of your personal servant caught your attention. You immediately stopped beating the dummy and brought the stick down to your side.

Turning around to face her, you noticed once again that the woman could not have been but more than a few years older than you. There was still some youth in her face, but she mostly look tired, probably from working for so long. You remembered her being there by your side since you were a little girl. “Yes, Soonja. What is the matter?” you asked.

“Your father insists you stop practicing your martial arts for today and dine with him for dinner now,” the servant answered, bowing her head low. “He also wishes to discuss some important things with you.”

“What does he wish to discuss with me?” You slid your stick back into your weapon rack that also included your spear, sword and knives.

“I am not sure, Miss (Y/N). He just wants me to let you know that it is an important conversation, so he is hoping that you won’t skip dinner to practice.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Soonja. Please allow me to clean up as best as I can before we go see Father.”

When you stepped into the dining room, you found the round table filled with lots of food. It was sort of funny because meals usually meant just you and your father eating. “Good evening, Father. How did the meeting with the officials go today?” You took a seat across from the old man. His gray hair tied into a bun. Though his demeanor looked quite rough at first, your father also seemed quite gentle at times.

He was a True Bone. Quite high in the bone rank system, he was of royal blood and worked as an official for the Royal Family. Since you were his daughter, you were of royal blood as well. “Some of the other officials were beginning to feel doubtful about the Hwarangs and their impact on changing Silla for the better,” your father expressed as you picked up a sweet and sour mushroom from a dish and ate quietly. “A few of the officials are worried about their sons who are part Hwarang as of now. They fear that instead of helping to protect the future king, that the young men will become dogs to the queen.”

“Her Majesty has been on the throne for so long,” you agreed, giving a nod. “She still has some control of them. I have a friend whose brother is a Hwarang. She says that they’re having trouble getting along as some are for the queen and some are against. The males are so focused on their ranks among each other that they hardly train their martial arts and performing arts skills. So much for elites…”

“How do you feel about the formation of the Hwarangs, (Y/N)?” your father asked, placing down his silverware. You did the same, putting down your spoon. You tried to read your father’s eyes to see if he genuinely wanted an answer, and when he continued waiting on you, you sighed.

“I wouldn’t want to be a part of a group like that.”

“Why not? Your fighting skills are impressive. Even though I disapproved of you doing martial arts at first, I’ve come to see that you’re talented in that area. You would’ve made a great Wonhwa.”

“Father,” you frowned. “both leaders of Wonhwa died.”

You started to feel the topic of the conversation dissipate and began lifting up your spoon again to eat when realization hit you. The utensil was placed on the table once more. “Wait… Father, does this have something to do with an important discussion you wanted to have with me?”

“Her Majesty and I have come to an agreement that Hwarang could use someone like you.”

You froze. A heavy weight set on your shoulders, and your stomach started to twist, ruining your appetite. “You don’t even like the queen…”

“But I respect the Royal Family. I also want the best for Silla. The king has not shown his face in years. We are not sure of what he can or can’t do as a ruler of the kingdom. I support our king, and I feel that it would be an honor for you to serve and protect him, (Y/N). Do you understand me?”

“I do, Father, but I don’t want to do this. Hwarang? My fighting skill is just a hobby. It’s also used to protect myself and the people around me, but nothing more than that. I don’t want to risk my life.”

“(Y/N),” your father said in a stern voice, and you knew he was serious about that decision.

“Besides, Hwarang already had their admission ceremony. They’re most likely not accepting anymore members. Hwarang is a group of young elite males. I’m a lady… Please don’t make me join.”

“Keeping your skills as a hobby only is pathetic. You can put those skills to greater use. As for Hwarang being only for males, you will be an exception. Her Majesty adores strong young women, and the chief instructor has also allowed you to stay in Hwarang House with your own small room.”

“You’re not listening to me, Father. I don’t want-”

“Almost all of the officials have a son who excel in sword fighting or literature. Meanwhile, I’ve raised a daughter all my life. I have heard people badmouthed me and you and how you’re only good to be married off to…”

You tried to speak up almost interrupted him, but knowing that arguing with your father would not help with your decision, you remained silent. At this point, you knew there was no way you could win.

“I know that you don’t mind being talked about to like that,” he continued, “but I do not approve of a True Bone’s royal blood being spoken about that way. My daughter is special, and if she doesn’t want to be seen that way, then she’s just going to have to continue living with it because she will be escorted to the Hwarang House tomorrow morning to stand next to the other elites.”

Tomorrow morning?! Already?! Feeling unfairness, your eyes began to burn with incoming tears, but you held them back. “Yes, Father. My apologies for trying to talk back.” You bowed your head down, and your father picked up his silverware and resumed his meal as if nothing happened.

Like your father said, when you headed out the next morning, you found a tall, handsome male dressed in Hwarang uniform waiting for you on a horse. Another horse without a rider was right beside him. “Miss (Y/N),” the male greeted. “My name is Ji Dwi, and I have been assigned to escort you to the Hwarang House.”

You hurried to climb on the other horse and then looked over to Ji Dwi. He cracked a smile which confused you. “My apologies, Miss (Y/N),” he said, an amused look in his eyes, “you just don’t look all that excited.”

You grinned the most sarcastic smile you could muster. “Better?” Then, you showed an honest laugh. “I’m sure you didn’t imagine a female Hwarang, either, huh? Please just call me (Y/N).”

The two of you whipped the reigns lightly so that your horses could make their way back to Hwarang House. “I think it’ll be interesting to have you,” Ji Dwi replied. “I didn’t imagine there would ever be a lady who was spectacular in fighting. It’s as impossible as the king living in the Hwarang House, disguised as a Hwarang.” He glanced over at you again and shared a playful smile.

It was not long until you reached the home of the Hwarangs and found the chief instructor as well as his assistant instructor waiting on you. Being a gentleman, Ji Dwi helped you off of your horse. “Thank you,” you told him before walking over to the chief instructor.

The chief instructor hummed, observing you. “Why, you must be (Y/N). I am Chief Instructor Wi Hwa. It is our pleasure to have you. Hopefully, you were able to get acquainted with my nephew on your way here.” When he gave you a short bow, you returned a deeper one.

“Ah, Ji Dwi is your nephew? I didn’t know that. I was wondering which family he belonged to as I’ve never met him before.”

“He lived overseas,” the old man affirmed. He then nodded his head over at his nephew, and Ji Dwi headed back into the Hwarang House. The chief instructor then held out his hand in the direction of the building. “I will be happy to show you around and answer any questions you may have, (Y/N).”

You paid attention to the view of your new residence as you listened to the chief instructor guide you through the area. You didn’t spot any other elites around, probably because they were having lessons or something. Beautiful flowers were grown in all of the green grasses, pleasing your eyes. The walls were painted of a rich, bright red and some gold. You soon found out ways to important places such as your own room, the bathhouse (you were assigned a different time from the other Hwarangs, of course), the dining room and the area where the young warriors practiced their fighting skills. It was nice, but you still felt quite uneasy about being here.

“Do you think it is strange,” you said, staring ahead at scenery, “that even though I know how to fight, I don’t want to be a fighter at all?”

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa glanced over at you and then forward, sharing the same view as you. “Your father told me, and I can understand why you’re like that. You probably feel like a pawn in Her Majesty’s hand. Please think of this as another path you have to take in life.” He began to move, and you followed right next to him. “Here, I can guarantee your growth, just like these flowers. Though you seem to agree that women should not be seen fighting, I disagree. Embrace that part of you - your natural combat skills like the earthy soil, your soft, yet intense beauty like the waves of water, and your bright character like the sunlight - and you will be strong enough to stand on your own. Maybe, you’ll even start to discover more of yourself here, among the other Hwarangs.”

Before you knew it, you found yourself inside of the household and in front of the doors. You heard chatters inside, and for some reason, your heart started to pick up more beats per minute. Chief Instructor Wi Hwa opened up the doors, and when eyes turned to him and then you, the room became silent.

The boys bowed, and the chief instructor nodded. You walked behind the old man when he started toward the center of room, walking up the steps to higher platform. You dared not to make eye contact with anyone. Only when the man next to you cleared his throat did you glance up. Handsome men in the same elegant uniforms stared at you, a few in a way different from others. Some were in confusion as if they could not believe you were there, and a few in awe, having heard rumors of your arrival but still could not take your presence in. You recognized a few faces.

“There is someone I would like to introduce you all to…” the chief instructor began.

You spotted Ji Dwi who you met in the morning. He smiled which calmed your heart down a bit. Then, there was Soo Ho. You only ran into him a few times when your father met with his, and the two brought up how both of their children excelled in sword fighting. Also, you’ve seen him when he was dating a few of your friends. He gave you a charming smile, as expected of someone who’s been around a lot of women.

You easily found Yeo Wool. His feminine features caught your eye. You heard about his family from your father, and even found Yeo Wool once at Okta. It was embarrassing for you to admit it, but you quite envied his beauty. He had an amused smile on his face. Right next to him was Han Sung. You knew he didn’t like to fight, so you wondered why he decided to join Hwarang. Maybe it had something to do with him being the last True Bone of his family. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute reaction.

“(Y/N) will be joining as the only female Hwarang. It is an executive decision made by the queen and myself. (Y/N) is amazing fighter. Even better than most of you,” Chief Instructor Wi Hwa said, muttering the last part to himself. “We believe that she will be a great addition to Hwarang. As I expect you all to treat each other with respect, getting rid of Silla’s bone rank system in the Hwarang House, I want you all to do the same to Jung Young Sik’s daughter. Understood?”

“Yes!” the boys replied in unison.

“Good.” The chief instructor turned to you. “Please head to the physician’s room. Miss Ah Ro has sewn you a uniform that is similar to theirs. After you’re dressed appropriately, you will return to this room and continue the rest of the day with these boys.”

You turned around and began to head down the stairs when a clear, loud voice spoke up. “Wait.” The short hairs on your arms raised from the chill.

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa responded. “Yes. Ban Ryu.”

Your body rotated to where Ban Ryu stood. You have never spoken to him, only heard about him sometimes from your father. Soo Ho might have mentioned once to stay away from Ban Ryu. You were very aware of their rivalry. His face was striking, but at the same time quite intimidating. You had a bad feeling about his next words.

“I don’t believe that she should be here. She doesn’t belong in the Hwarang House. It is a disgrace.”

I don’t know about disgrace… You frowned.

“You said it yourself Chief Instructor, Wi Hwa, that you wanted to form Hwarang with the capital’s greatest male elites. She is a woman. If she is the daughter of an official, then she should be taking on duties of a woman, preparing for marriage. Furthermore, if you accept her, it will be unfair as we already had the ceremony. What if the officials whose son didn’t make it get upset?” Ban Ryu glanced in your direction, a dirty look. “It’ll be all her fault.”

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1433

Warnings: Language, fluff, a dash of angst, smooches

Request: “Actually i just miss you” prompt for tom holland please i love my precious cupcake <3 -anonymous

Note: when requesting, please specify which pronouns you would prefer! I automatically write female, so if you would like something other than that, just let me know :))

Summary: Tom and Y/N have finally admitted their feelings for each other after meeting on set for Spider-Man: Homecoming, where Y/N worked as a makeup artist. Now that they’re finally together, she must deal with his long absences and the baggage that comes with dating Marvel’s hottest new celebrity.

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trimberly harry potter au, kim takes trini home for spring break and tells her parents they're dating. this is news to trini.

“I might as well have placed a full body-bind you.”

Trini jerks out of thought, rubbing her hands on her slacks and looking up at Kim, who’s wearing a look that might be called ‘concerned’ if not for the slight quirk of the right corner of her lips.


“You don’t need to be nervous. My parents are pricks, but they’re not going to say anything uncivilized. To your face,” she adds after a moment’s pause. 

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[Don’t Wanna Cry Series] Minghao ver. (G)

Prompt: Don’t Wanna Cry - Minghao
Genre: Angst
Word count: 721
Warnings: None

A/N: Minghao’s one is up!! I’m super amazed that I somehow managed to write this in like a day hahaha so I hope it’s good. Also, Anshan is Minghao’s hometown in case you’re wondering, enjoy! 

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S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The8 | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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“What do you mean we can’t see each other anymore?”

“I accepted the offer by the entertainment company and my training starts next month.”

You shook your head in disbelief, after nearly a year of dating, was Minghao really just going to break up with you so he could become some superstar.

“This is ridiculous Minghao, why did you even bother asking me out if the relationship couldn’t last?”

The voice that came out was timid and soft, and you could barely hear him.

“I didn’t know they would accept me.”

You sighed, you couldn’t blame him for that.

“We can’t even skype?”

You were desperate, and that was the last thread of hope you were holding onto.

Minghao went silent, as if considering the option carefully.

“I mean, we could, but there will come a time where I can’t afford to video call or talk to you anymore, and I think that’s not an ideal way of saying goodbye.”

He was right, it was better to cut off all contact right now while you could still see him. Standing up from your seat, you grabbed your coat and prepared to leave.

“Then don’t call me anymore.”

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He’s in the Circle Tower, held in place by a barrier as painful as it is impenetrable, and there’s blood, Maker, so much blood, and he sees the faces of his comrades, his friends, twisted in agony, their screams bouncing off the walls, distorted and desperate, and he’s begging, he’s pleading, for someone - anyone - to stop the madness, and then she turns up, the woman he’s seen before, the woman who drew his eye with her lush auburn hair and gentle brown eyes, except this time her face is a mix of fury and fear, and he’s certain, certain that it is another hallucination made to break him, and he screams to her, at her, but she looks at him in pity…

Kill them all, he says, rage in his voice. They are all blood mages, all of them.

Amell looks at him in horror and sorrow, and whatever he felt for her is twisted into something cold.

She is one of them. He is certain of it, when she convinces the Knight-Commander that the mages are innocent.

And then the scene shifts, and he’s in Kirkwall, and he looks upon the mages with constant suspicion; they’re all dangerous, he knows, he’s seen it. He sees Hawke, raven-haired with fiery blue eyes, and there’s a pull, a something when her eyes meet his… but she is a mage, one of them, and he’s convinced she’s done something to him.

Mages cannot be our friends. They must always be watched. He doesn’t listen to her try and explain the plight of the mages to him - they’re all dangerous, they must be locked away, they cannot hurt the people with their demons - but he does not listen. Will not listen. Cannot listen. He cannot doubt. Doubt is dangerous. At any time, any mage could become a monster. From the lowest apprentice to the most seasoned enchanters.

Mages cannot be treated like people. They are not like you and me.

He has many confrontations with Hawke.

It will be up to the mages themselves whether they push us to more stringent measures.

It sounds like you support this. Her face is disbelief and disgust in equal parts.

The Tranquil ritual was created as a mercy so that mages need not be killed out of hand for a threat they might pose. There is an argument to be made for applying it more widely.

Do you think it is easy to contain a mage who truly wants to deal with demons? We’ve done our best. But many mages have made it clear that they view the ritual as no better than death. They want no controls on them at all.

Is he trying to convince himself, or her? He doesn’t know. The accusations surrounding Ser Alrik… he cannot forget. Hawke is a mage, and she has helped his order numerous times. She has stood for the city, defended it, has been willing to give her life to protect it.

His doubts start to grow, no matter how hard he tries to contain them.

And then, it all comes to a terrible end. The Chantry, blown up by an apostate. The Right of Annulment invoked by his Knight-Commander. The First Enchanter, desperate to protect his charges, turning to blood magic.

Meredith going insane.

His Knight-Commander. The woman who had encouraged his suspicions, his distrust of mages. And yet, here she was, filled with hatred and loathing towards the one woman who had done more for the city than the city had done for her.

He stands with Hawke. And when it is all over, he lets her leave, unable to meet her eyes for the shame that he feels.

She is a mage, and she is a Champion. She is more than he is.

He wakes up, heart pounding, doubt and guilt and shame coiled and knotted and tangled together in his gut. He stares at the philter of blue liquid as it gently glows in the dark. It calls him, lures him, promises him dreamless sleep, of rest without nightmares.

He takes it.

The Circles hear of the events at Kirkwall, and rebel. He is unsure whether to blame them or not. For the first time, he understands why they felt the way they do, why they resent templar interference. And yet, he knows that something must be done to protect the people from the havoc that mages can cause.

This time, he has no answers. He does not know what to do. So he focuses his efforts on restoring order. He does the best he can, keeping Hawke in mind as a compass for his actions.

He still feels a great deal of guilt. Perhaps had he seen through Meredith earlier, the tragedy could have been avoided. Innocent lives could have been saved. Perhaps had he spoken up earlier - had he listened to Hawke - the Circles would not have rebelled, and the Templars with them.

And then, late one morning, Seeker Cassandra meets with him.

He has heard of her. Right Hand to the Divine, a woman fierce and righteous. He knows she is working under the Divine’s orders to bring an end to the war between the templars and mages that threatens all of Thedas.

She asks him to join the newborn Inquisition. He will be their Commander, she says, in charge of Inquisition forces.

It takes him less than five minutes to make his decision. He does not believe in his Order any more, and neither can he sit by and watch the world fall apart. Perhaps this is his chance to find something that he can believe in.

He shakes off the lyrium chains along with his Templar life.

But the Conclave falls apart, the massive explosion taking away their last chance at peace. In the midst of all the chaos, a new threat arises; the massive Breach in the sky that spews out demons. He fights tirelessly with his men, trying to protect the villagers of Haven as best he can; yet with the sheer number of rifts in the area he knows it is but a matter of time before they are all doomed.

A miracle occurs. A woman, a mage, with a glowing mark on her left hand. A woman who can seal the rifts. He cannot help but be impressed by her. She is dedicated, fierce, yet kind and caring. It is easy to talk to her; easier still, to forget that she is a mage. Trevelyan, her name is, Trevelyan with the strawberry blond hair and emerald green eyes; she is from the Circle of Ostwick, though she refuses to talk about her time there. He is afraid to ask; afraid to hear that there was someone like Ser Alrik there, preying on innocence and weakness.

She asks him about Kirkwall. There is a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, a fear that she will not look at him the same once she hears about what he did. He tries to explain as best as he can, giving her as much of the truth he can bear to confess without hiding his culpability.  She listens patiently, her eyes calm and free from judgement.

It amazes him.

She reminds him of Hawke, and Amell, courageous, willing to fight for those weaker than her. Though they converse frequently, she seems aloof with him, and though he understands, it saddens him. For the first time in a long time - he does not know how long - he looks at her as a person first, a mage second. And he wonders if she will ever be able to look at him and not see the Templar.

She allies with the mages, against his suggestions, and for the first time since they met, he is genuinely angry at her, angry that she did not heed his advice, angry that she would put the villagers at risk. He carries on about abominations, and supervision, and it is only when he sees her blank, emotionless face does he understand how his words might seem to her. He attempts to explain, but his efforts are impeded by the Seeker putting an end to their argument.

She does not come to talk to him in the days after.

The Breach is sealed with the mages’ collective efforts, and he is ashamed that he doubted her, Trevelyan, the Herald of Andraste. He wants to approach her, to apologize, when the alarm sounds.

Haven is under attack.

She takes charge, a determined, strong warrior, and she is everywhere on the battlefield, fighting the corrupted templars, protecting the villagers, attacking the incoming forces with the trebuchets he had the forethought of assembling. The dragon appears, and… he knows there is no hope.

Steely-eyed, she listens to the young lad. The Elder One wants her dead, he says, but will kill the others anyway.

To hit the enemy, we’d have to bury Haven. She doesn’t understand what he’s trying to say.

We’re dying, he is more blunt this time, but we can decide how.

Another miracle. An escape route.

But they need a distraction.

What of your escape?

She turns away, silent, eyes narrowed and resolute. He understands; he is filled with respect and horror and desperate hope. Perhaps you will surprise it… find a way…

She nods grimly, and leaves with her companions. She turns around at the door, her gaze on him, and starts to say something. A loud crash from the outside catches her attention, and she’s out through the Chantry door, staff ready in hand.

He wonders what she had meant to say as he guides the villagers out of the burning village and towards safety.

Her companions return to join the last of the fleeing villagers.

She is not with them.

She is not with them.

He does not know what to feel. There’s too much to be done, too many people relying on him. Above the treeline, the signal is sent, and… a rock flies through the air, hitting the side of the mountain, and he realizes gratefully that she is alive, only to have his joy dashed seconds later as the massive avalanche rumbles rapidly down the mountain.

She is extinguished, and it hurts him in a way he does not understand, for he had not thought it possible.

It pains him more to know that she would never know how he felt about her.


She turns up, having made her way through the blizzard with a broken body. She is more dead than alive, but she is breathing, and that is more than enough for him.

She leads them to a new fortress, a new start.

She has just been appointed Inquisitor when she comes to see him. He tries to explain, to apologize for abandoning her; it weighs on him heavily, the guilt of sending her to her death mingled with the guilt of all he’s said to Amell and Hawke; it sits like lead in his stomach.

How many were lost? She asks softly, and it is at that moment he knows he is gone, irreversibly changed by her. Despite all that she has been through, all that she has suffered, she is more concerned about those she had done her best to protect.

How was he to resist a woman so caring, so compassionate?

I’m relieved that you - she stammers then, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink - that so many made it out.

He hopes she means what he thinks she means.

He makes a decision.

You stayed behind. He gently grabs hold of her arm as she turns to leave. You could’ve - and he remembers that she very nearly did. I will not allow the events at Haven to happen again. His voice holds the weight of the promise he makes. You have my word.

She smiles, placing her hand on top of his. I know, she says, and all is right in his world again.

He will do everything he can to make sure she will never again have to be in a position where she is forced to sacrifice herself.

There is much work to be done; she is constantly out on the field, while he remains in Skyhold, coordinating and training their forces. Yet as busy as his days are, he never stops thinking - or worrying - about her, and to his delight, it appears as though she feels the same. She writes to him as frequently as she can, talking about what she’s seen and done, inserting an amusing anecdote or two now and then.

She in in Skyhold, a rare occasion, when she comes to see him. She is uncharacteristically jittery, and cannot meet his eyes, and he fears the worst. Did he say something in the war room meeting to offend her? Or perhaps something in one of his letters?

It’s a- a nice day, he stammers out as they walk outside on the battlements, then berates himself when she looks amused. There was something you wished to discuss? Her face turns serious, and she looks away; he prepares for the worst, even though he has no idea what it is.

Cullen… I… I care for you, and she breaks off, looking miserable.

He cannot bear to see her like this. What’s wrong?

She looks at him, nervous, apprehensive. You… you left the templars, but… do you trust mages? She adds shyly, Could you think of me as anything more?

His heart soars with hope. He did not think this was possible. How does she not see what she means to him? How can she not understand how much he cares about her? He did not think she would ever come to care for him, a templar…

And yet…  I’m still here, she points out, a dazzling smile on her lips.

He gives in.

Her lips are better than anything he - or any demon in the Fade - could ever have dreamed up, soft, pliant, comforting… home. He forgets, completely, that she is a mage.

Now, she is the woman he wants. The woman he never expected to find. And yet, she is here, in his arms, and though they are at war… he is blissful.

But the lyrium haunts him still. The nightmares are worse, the demons darker. He cannot sleep, and when he does, he awakens with a mind so clouded he cannot focus.

It is when Ser Belinda points out that he is about to send a contingent into hostile territory does he begin to fear that he will fail. That he may not be able to keep his promise to her.

So he asks Cassandra to replace him. But she does not.

Instead, Trevelyan comes to check up on him. She is kind, compassionate, everything he does not deserve, and something in him snaps. He lays bare all that has happened to him, all that he has done, his eyes pleading with hers to make the decision for him - the decision his heart does not want to make, but his mind says he should.

She hears him out patiently, letting him vent. And then says something he does not expect.

This doesn’t have to be about the Inquisition. Is this what you want?

His mind calms, and he can think clearly again. If I cannot endure this…

Her eyes are filled with so much love. You can, she says, her voice filled with faith and belief, and in that moment… he knows he can.

Because she believes in him.

She sends him to bed, then joins his side with a tray of food, coaxing him to eat even though it is the last thing he wants to do. Her fingers move to his forehead, and she hesitates, looking at him for permission. He wonders why, then realizes.

She is a mage.

And he has just told her his experiences with them.

She is afraid he will think she is going to hurt him.

He thinks of Amell, who saved him from Uldred.

He thinks of Hawke, who saved him from Meredith.

He looks at Trevelyan.

Another mage, in a long line of mages he has encountered who have been good, and kind, and gentle…

He knows the power she wields, has seen it in action. And yet…

It does not frighten him.

He does not fear she will succumb to demons.

He is absolutely certain she will never hurt him.

He takes her hands, and kisses the center of her palms before placing her fingers on his forehead with a smile.

She is his salvation.

His redemption.

Hey fitblrs and all people of the fitspo world

I am trying to really get back into my blog, but my dash is dead when it comes to healthy fitness material. I know there are thousands of this same sort of post going around but here is another one! I look forward to adding some new faces to my dash!! If you are living healthy or just trying to, give this a like or reblog and I will head on over to follow you!!

a lot of the time i find myself in a rp whit a shit load of potential, but dying for no reason. everyone has a lot of muse, everyone is saying how they “hate how this is dying like how can this be happening”, everyone obviously logged on, yet there are only a couple people who dare to actually attempt to keep it alive. i wish i can say this has only happened once but lately i find myself in this position a lot, and by all the complaining in the rpt tags i know i am not alone on this. so, i decided to make a little rp helpers guide or whatever cause some people obviously need this. 

so here is:


  1. don’t complain about the rp dying

i always see this and it always gets on my nerves. i’m not talking about those who post a starter and in the tags say “where is everyone at?” cause even though there is some complaining  involved in that, they are still doing more to try to keep it alive, actually posting a starter. i’m talking those who are obviously on the dash cause you see them post an ooc saying “this is dying i’m so sad :( :( :( “. that is not being active, thats just complaining, and being annoying (well a least for me. and if you really were so sad you would actually do something about it, maybe reply to a starter, then make one of your own, or something. DON’T BE THE COMPLAINER, THEY ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM.

       2. don’t blame the admins

although it is an admins job to run a rp, rarely is it ever actually an admins fault that a rp dies. keep in mind that along with running it, they also have parts in the rp, and like all of us do, they have lives outside the internet. if the main isn’t active for a day or two, so what? that doesn’t mean that the rp is dead, it means that the admins may have something else in their lives going on, or maybe even, that are participating in the rp, and doing their part to keep it alive? 

      3. don’t only reblog muse shit

in the past year or so, muse blogs have really made a difference in the rpc. now, we have a place to find things that can relate to our character, or a plot that they currently have with another character, and reblog them, giving people more of an in-depth sense of our chracters, from more then just statistics or a bio. i would be lying is i didn’t admit my love for this, cause it truly has made a difference. but, i cannot tell you how many times i have seen a rp slowly dying and there is that one person or in some cases, multiple people, who you know are on the dash, cause they are reblogging stuff, but instead of reblogging starters and replies, they are reblogging musings, or pictures. has this ever happened to you? you post a starter, and you worked hard on it, thinking of starters that are original is pretty hard, but you finally do it. how ever long after you see that little one thing on the tumblr refresh thing, telling you that there is something new on the dash. excited, you go, click on that refresh button, and when your dash reloads, its a quote, a picture, a gif set, something along those lines. now knowing someone is on the dash, you wait for that response, but it never comes. instead, your starter gets buried. #stopburyingstarterswithmusingshit2016. i’m not saying stop reblogging muse shit, please, if i did, that would make me a hypocrite. but mayb,e while your on the dash, and you happen to see a reply, or you happen to see a starter, or you see how no ones made a new starter in a day or two, why not make make posting actual rp stuff your priority?

     4. do be active 

this one is kind of a given, but i fee. as though lately, some people need a reminder. in order to keep a rp alive, you must simply be active! i know, i know, its hard to if no one else is on the dash, but, if your not gonna be the one to break the dead rp ice with a starter, then who is? what i have found out over my time in the rpc  is that activity is almost like a chain reaction. most of us are on at the same time, or at least once a day, yet for some reason everyone seems scared to post a starter, or even a reply, no one wants to be first. its like at a buffet or something, no one wants to be first in line, yet everyone wants to eat. so what can you do? be the first in line! start the activity up again! when it seems as though no ones on the dash, who cares? just post a starter, and reply to your other replies, and i’m sure the rest of the rp will start to be active again.

    5. if you don’t have muse, either try to get some or just leave the rp

i know some of us get very attached to some of our characters, and feel as though we can play them forever, yet, there always those times where are use just isn’t as high as it was before. it happens to the best of us. but, that doesn’t really give you an excuse to just abandon the rp. in my eyes, there are two ways to go about solving this problem. 1) you take a day or two, make an ooc saying that you just need a day or two but you promise to come back soon, let the admins know, and take that day or two, and try to develop your muse again. whether is that just taking that time to be off the dash, in the real world, looking through muse blogs, making photoshop shit for them, plotting with more people, i don’t know! but if you want to stay in the rp, with muse, i recommend doing this.  2) if you have attempted this last step and it just didn’t work, or you really just want out of the rp, just leave then. simple! i’m sure all the admins would understand, plus, i’m sure there is someone out there who will be more then happy to fill your role in the rp with whatever muse they have. 

    6. don’t ignore starters

this may seem like common sense, but i have seen this happen way too many times, where someone pot a starter, and then the complainer comes on, or the muse reblog person, orrr those people who mean well, do replies, but just for some reason don’t reply to start starter, instead make one of their own. part of keeping an rp active is being inclusive! sure, that person may not be your favorite, or you just don’t get their chara, or your muses don’t get along well, so what? if you want to keep the rp alive, your going to have to include everyone, thats just how it goes.

    7. promote!

this one may seem like it should only be reserved  for the admins, but it is not! promoting the rp to your friends or the rpc, either by talking about it, posting a link on your aim updates, posting a link to it on your rph/rpc, reblogging a main promote post on your rpt/rph, the list is endless. this way, your friends can join, people you met on aim yet don’t talk to anymore for whatever reason can jojn, those who are too lazy to go through the tags and just look at the rpt or rph tag for some reason can join, anyone can really! 

    8. try to get online

i know we all have outside lives from the rpc, but joining a rp, you are making a commitment to stay active. if something happens and you need some time off, thats when you ask the admins for a hiatus, and i’m sure they will understand and let you have some time off. but, if you find yourself bored, the dash slow, why not get involved, be active!

i know i’m going to get a message or two once i post this saying “ugh this is so annoying, this is all common sense blah blah blah,” but, lately from my own experience and from what i have seen people complaining about on the tags, i feel as though people need this reminder. also if majority of the rpc follows these tips, i’m sure rps would last a solid amount of time, and people can stop complaining. also, if anyone has any more tips, feel free to reblog and add them, or message me them!

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Betty and Jughead's kids ask about their first kiss and how they met.

I had so much fun writing this!!! It’s cuteness overload, it’s fluffy Bughead, it’s amazing parenting, it’s something I didn’t know I wanted in life up until now! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! <3

“They swim really fast and they can hold their breath for fifteen minutes underwater. The pups are being born in the water too, on big pieces of ice, and at first they have fluffy white fur but, when they grow older, they lose it and they become silver gray. I went to the library after class and searched in the encyclopedia, like you and mommy taught me how, and I saw more pictures and, daddy, they look so cute! Like they are always happy and playing all day long!” the five year old boy kept talking with passion and childish excitement, his tiny legs curled under him on a matte black barstool while his torso was sprawled on the marble kitchen island in front of him, elbows pressed on an unfinished crayoned drawing, holding his weight up, and eyes round and alit in fascination upon looking at his dad’s phone screen.

“They do look pretty cute and jolly, now that you pointed it out, bud.” His dad agreed with a couple of nods, scrolling through Google search and tapping on yet another picture. “Do they also eat fish?”

“Of course, daddy! Harp seals are still seals.” The boy replied in a heartbeat. “Did you know that their nose closes when they go under the water?” upon seeing his dad snap his head up to face him surprised, he continued with more vigor. “Yeah, they can’t smell anything but they can sense the fish passing by or feel them with their whiskers.” He went on matter of factly, as if reciting from a National Geographic catalogue, his dad grinning in amazement at his brilliant young mind and his cute overall reaction at something as simple as mammals.

“Wow…” he fed his son’s boyish excitement more with a breathy sigh of appreciation, locking his phone and abandoning it to the side. “So you learnt all that from just a small text Mrs. Lyn read during circle time?”

“No.” the five year old shook his head, his attention sifting back to his drawing. “Mrs. Lyn just read to us about arctic animals and showed us pictures; I read all that from the encyclopedia at recess.” He shrugged adorably, chubby fingers grabbing a bright blue crayon before messily coloring on his A4 drawing block, without a care in the world.

Jughead shook his head in amusement; of course he did.

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Hello there oh so mysterious anon-chan (whomI’llpretendIdon’tknow), and yes, there are definitely a lot of amazing Ereri/Riren blogs!

Originally posted by fashionaliexpress

Below are some of my favorites/mutuals (in no particular order), feel free to stalk them! 

@nutella-and-ereri : Ok, first of all I consider this person to be The King (™) of Ereri and Riren content. There’s literally everything Ereri/Riren related, and this person is very nice so I don’t think they’ll mind you stalking them! 

@aurieackerman : If the blog above is The King (™), then this blog is The Queen (™). Aurie here makes amazing gifs, gets permission from artists to post their work (LENA!!!), text posts, and reblogs amazing fanarts. Also, you get some of the SNK news and merchandise from here. Definitely a blog I love to visit daily <3

@ereri-x and @Aurie-x : Both of these are side blogs of Aurie that I think you’ll enjoy, there are NSFW material there.

@eren–gayger : Is a multishipper as well, has lots of Ereri, Levi, and Eren fanart reblogs! 

@roredwarrior3 : DID SOMEONE SAY FANART?!?! Holy shit, this is an amazing artist for Attack on titan, and draws many many art of Levi, Eren, and Ereri. Very beautiful, and you could spend hours in THAT archive. 100/10 would recommend, she’s amazing <3 100% fan of her!

@fuckyeahererifanfic : Also known as, the source of all ereri/riren fanfics (in my opinion). Seriously, looking for a good read? They have it! Looking for a story? They’ll find it! Looking for recommends? They have thousands! I’ve discovered some of my favorite Ereri/Riren fanfics thanks to them! They are totally worth mentioning and following~

@dinklebert : Like Rored, this is also an AMAZING artist!! Draws NSFW and SFW art, with Levi, Eren, and Ereri. A very nice, humble person, stalk and follow them! I’m a total fan!

@riren-is-canon : Good blog for finding reblogged fan art and funny material. What I love about this blog is that there is a lot of content that is gold that you won’t find in other’s easily. 

@ereri-obsession : I think the name speaks for itself XD 100% Ereri and Riren blog, you’d find anything related to ereri here!! Lots of doujinshi reblogs, amazing fan art can be found here too!

@im-always-a-slut-for-ereri : Self-explanatory name here too XD Some NSFW, Levi and Eren art, and lots and lots of Ereri/Riren! You can totally relate to their name lmao, there’s no lie in it!

@ereriandstuff : ….Don’t you just love these straight-forward names??? Obviously, ereri blog, good reblogs, great material, and the other 1% stuff is funny stuff!! Here you’ll find things individually for Levi and Eren and them combined. 

@ittybittyteapot : Elle here is an awesome blog for Ereri/Riren too. Seriously, I gurantee you’ll find things that you didn’t see here. Text posts, fan art, screen caps, etc are all available here!

@dallyingdivergent : Is a veteran from the year 2013, this blog is a gold mine for Ereri and other stuff…Amazing fan art, text posts, funny ereri material, all in all a very well-rounded blog! You’ll find LOTS of good stuff here!

@simsmono : Did someone say SIMS?!?! This is an awesome awesome blog for Ereri/Riren, Levi and Eren! ALL sims are all 100% made by simsmono, and LOTS AND LOTS OF LEVI! Love this blog to bits and pieces <3 Very nice person too!

@ereri : Ayyyyy this blog has everything. Seriously, fan arts, fanfiction, events, headcanons, prompts, official art, rebloged art, interviews, etc. Totally would recommend this blog, you could stalk them for days!

@soft-eren : ….and hard Levi. Sorry, I had to say that XD. A veteran of Ereri for 3 years, is very active and the archive is so long you literally would need hours upon hours to finish it! Funny, cool content and priceless reblogs!

@forever-ereri : Is multifandom and mutli-shipper, but very heavy on the Ereri aspect of the blog. The blog is super organized so you can easily navigate to onl the Ereri aspect of the blog if you’re iffy about other ships!!

@morebeesthanyoucouldimagine : Kayu here is awesome. Plain and simple. Awesome text posts, reblogs cool and fluffy ereri fanart. Seriously heart-warming Ereri! Totally recommend!

@bottom-eren-is-life : Self-explanatory name! This blog is mostly Riren, and oohhh bbooyy is it awesome! Lots and Lots of reblogged fanart that you’d love!!

@a-rikachu : DID SOMEONE SAY TALENTED ARTIST??? Cause you just made them appear! This blog has lots and lots of Ereri/Rien self-made art, good reblogs, funny stuff, and some NSFW. Totally recommend this blog, amazing artist! 100/10

@yaboylevi : Multi-shipper, but you gotta love vivi’s tagging system. Has ereri meta, official news, good fanart reblogs, text posts, offifical merchanize. This blog is well-rounded and you’d definitely find something you’d love!

@levi-nyanchou : Ahhh I love this blog! A veteran of SNK, this blog not only has ereri (search it in the tags), but has so many other SNK related stuff!! Also, other non snk stuff that are really cool, funny, interesting, and heart-warming. It always brightens my day when I see this blog on my dash!

@deerazeen : MAKE SOME SPACE AMAZING ERERI ARTIST COMING THROUGH! Love this blog to bits, is multi-fandom but is such an amazing artist!!! 100/10 would recommend this artist to anyone, really beautiful with an aamazing personality!

@ereribuns : This blog is so cute holy shit, makes Ereri art by themselves, but as these really cute cats! is relatively a new blog but is so worth the follow! Is an ask blog too, so if you wanna swing by when asks are open you’d be able to!  So heartwarming!

@pinkheichou​ : So Lin is a very talented writer, writes amazing angst and NSFW material! Has lots of amazing fanart reblogs and text posts too, good source! Browse and stalk their archive :3

Ok I really wanna continue giving you summaries and everything but I’m tired, my hand is tired, my life is tired. So, Here is a list of other AMAZING Ereri/Riren blogs that I absoulately love as wel and totally recommend!!! 

@shingeki-no-riren-ereri  , @ereriftw  , @hella-ereri-love  , @ererishippingismyair  , @ereri-for-the-win  , @ererifanatic  , @ereri-aot  , @humanities-brat  , @iambic-sonnet  , @ereri-riren @aot-daddies , @lenaackerman , @sailorheichou  , @hella-ereri-love , @stop-levi-is-mine  , @erenmyeren , @attackondatassssss  , @demon-levi  , @everythingereri 

Seriously, go follow all of these!! Sorryguysbutyou’regonnagetastalkerbutshe’ssweetsobarewithit

So what next, is someone gonna ask me for LeviHan blog recommendations? Not that I mind I follow lots of LeviHan too

My dash has been moving a little slow recently so I need to follow more people. Please like or reblog if you post anything below. I will only follow blogs that tag everything accordingly. Everything in bold is what I look for/post the most.


  • haikyuu
  • iwaoi
  • love live 
  • danganronpa
  • shingeki no kyojin
  • noragami 
  • ao haru ride 
  • tokyo ghoul
  • assassination classroom
  • akame ga kill
  • durarara


  • aesthetic
  • fashion
  • books
  • harry potter
  • fantastic beats and where to find them
  • star wars
  • the maze runner 


  • jjp
  • got7

Thank you! Please don’t feel bad if I don’t follow you. I’m very picky when it comes to following new people. I will delete this post after I’ve followed some people!

(Okay so a little warning first. This will probably get a bit long and cheesy but I might a bit drunk and full of delicious food and cake, so I’m sorry in advance.)

First of all, I’ve celebrated my 26th birthday yesterday and I have to admit birthdays are always a bit tricky for me. I usually have some kind of personal crisis ‘cause I just keep thinking about how my life is not where I wanted it to be and my head is just all over the place. This year thanks to a bunch of people here my birthday was actually really great. So I wanna thank once again to anyone who send me good wishes and even wrote me a fic and created a gifset and a moodboard for me. Every single word, every single thing meant the world to me, so thank you again. 

Also, I’ve been on this site for around 7 years (god, that makes me feel old) but this is the first time that I’ve actually been a part of a fandom and properly interacted with people in it. We have our moments but most of the time I’m having a great time here. I’m in awe with all you talented people (fics, gifs, videos, graphics, art, moodboards, anything really) and with all the funny and smart things you write. I wish I could speak individually with every single one of you but I’m a bit awkward when it comes to interacting with people, so mostly I’m just admiring from a far and expressing my excitement in my tags and posts. Those that I do talk with, you’re true sweetheart and I love you to bits <3 All the others, I’m looking forward to talking to you in the future.

Following this rambling is an alphabetical list of blogs I love seeing on my dash. I admire you and I love you and you make my days brighter. I probably forgot a few of them, so sorry for that. Also, I’m always looking forward to meeting new people/blogs, so this list might get longer in the future. Thanks for reading this mess and now go and follow these awesome people <3

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I Need Your Help-- Part Two

Summary: you need a fake date for your sisters wedding. Who better than Broadway star Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Warnings: swearing, huge insecurities and an awful, awful, awful mother

Tags: @secretschuylersister @anthonyramosobc

Word Count: 4422

You woke Lin up early to make sure he was able to pack before your flight back home. Your mother had already bought two tickets– you had no clue why. She seemed to have zero faith in your ability to get a date in time for the wedding.

You couldn’t wait to show up with your date– he should fit all of your mother’s standards. Handsome, smart, talented, and with a steady career. He was perfect. Even your Broadway loathing mother would have to admit it.

You and Lin made it to the airport on time after rushing through his apartment to pack, and made it through airport security. Soon enough, you were boarding your flight, and panic was starting to set in. Sure, Lin was handsome and smart and talented– but to your mom, there was a high chance that you still wouldn’t be good enough, no matter who your date was.

You dug your nails into your palm, which was the first telltale sign that you were extremely stressed.

“Hey,” said Lin. He grabbed your hand softly, rubbing his thumb along the spots where your nails were digging into your palm. “It’s going to be alright.”

“It’s not going to be alright,” you said, digging your nails deeper into your palm. You wanted so badly for the pain to distract you, but you got nothing from it. “Mom is going to be so awful,” you breathed out.

“Y/N, stop.” Lin gently took your hand in both of his, and uncurled your fingers out of your palm. You knew without looking that you had managed to split the skin on your palms into half moons, and Lin looked up at you. “It will all be okay, love.”

“No, it-”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, and you turned to him. Something about his eyes managed to calm you down whenever you looked at them. “Everything will be fine-”

“You can’t promise that,” you whispered.

Lin was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “that’s true. But I can promise that I’m gonna be right here for this whole thing. Right by your side, your hand in mine. Got it?”

“I think so.” You we’re still freaking out, but the panic was being majorly overwhelmed by the knowledge that Lin would be there. It will be okay. You can survive this.

“Good,” Lin said, before kissing the palm of your hand right over where your nails had split your skin. “You should get some rest. The flight is on the long side and we weren’t asleep until late and got up early.”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine if I sleep? No dying of boredom?”

“None here,” Lin said. “Get some rest.”

You nodded, and closed your eyes, getting as comfortable as the plane seat would allow. You didn’t even realize that you had began to fall asleep holding Lin’s hand until you were on the brink of sleep, and there was nothing you could do to let go.

Lin work you up with fifteen minutes to spare. You went over the terms of your fake dating again, and just in time to be picked up by Kalena.

She was waiting for you both outside of the airport with a huge smile on her face. “Y/N!” She pulled you into a huge hug, while Lin stood awkwardly to the side.

“I missed you so much, Y/N! I’m so glad to see you– who’s that?” Kalena asked, breaking off in the middle of her sentence after pulling back from the hug.

“Oh, um, this is Lin. Lin, this is my sister, Kalena.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lin said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. She took it, and you could practically breathe a sigh of relief. Kalena seemed to approve of him, at least through her body language.

“You as well,” she said, before dropping his hand. “Are you Y/N’s friend?”

“Boyfriend, actually,” he said, smiling through a wicked bright pink blush.

Instantly, Kalena whirled on you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, and you bit your lip.

“Uhh– I wanted it to be a surprise!” You lied, hoping it sounded convincing enough. “So, surprise!”

Kalena didn’t look convinced. “Sure,” she said. “C’mon, I parked over here.” She lead you both to her car, and you hopped in the front seat, leaving Lin to sit in the back after loading yours and his luggage in the trunk.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kalena asked, while Lin was putting the luggage away.

“I was worried about what the family would say, you know how they are,” you whispered back.

“I guess,” she said, looking upset. She brightened a bit. “In glad I got to meet him and really get first impressions in person instead of through the phone.”

“Okay, everything is packed in the trunk. Ready to go?” Lin asked, after climbing into the backseat.

“Yeah,” Kalena said, and pulled out of the parking lot. “Soooo, when did you two meet?”

You looked back at Lin, your eyes sending him the signal that it was his turn to talk. “Oh, so, we met when she auditioned for Hamilton. We thought she was great, hired her, and we pretty much became friends from there. I always liked her, so I gathered the nerve to ask her out and now here we are,” he said, and you smiled back at him.

“That’s sweet,” Kalena said, smiling. “What was your first date like?”

You panicked– this hadn’t been discussed. Oh no. “It was simple,” you said, at the same time Lin said, “kind of fancy.”

You panicked even more, but somehow fixed it all.

“Lin, you’re thinking of our second date. Our first date was a basic dinner-and-a-movie scheme. The second one was fancy dresses and waiters that speak French.” Kalena giggled at your joke, and Lin breathed a silent sigh of relief while you mentally thanked the gods.

“I approve,” Kalena finally said.

Thank god.

You helped unload all the bags you had brought, and drag them up to the room you and Lin would be sharing. Your mother was out, and you had never been more grateful for that in your life. It gave you and Lin a chance to get settled and for you to show him around the house without snide remarks every two minutes.

You walked back out to see if there was anything else, and overheard Kalena and Lin.

“I may not seem very threatening, but I promise, I will murder you if you hurt my baby sister,” Kalena said, and you wanted to laugh. You knew there was no actual threat to what she was saying, but it was still a great show nonetheless. Lin would probably be scared out of his wits. “The whoooooole murder scene. The stuff that would be in college textbooks about crime scene investigation.”

“I get it,” Lin said. You couldn’t see his face, but you imagined that he either was scared or was faking it for Kalena’s sake.

“Good. Now be on your way,” she said. “And seriously, be good to my little sister.”

You walked back to the car, resolving to act like you heard nothing. “Anything else I can get?” You asked Lin, who was a suspicious shade of white. Kalena must have been much more threatening than she sounded.

“No, I can get the last bag,” Lin said, making his way to the trunk.

You thought about waiting for him, but all that was dashed when you heard your mom’s car coming up the driveway. The part of you that was still a girl in high school and hated your mom the most wanted you to turn and run in the other direction. To hop on a plane back to New York and put an entire 2000+ miles between the both of you.

The car stopped, and your mom hopped out. She still looked the same– hair perfectly curled, her nails immaculate, and her eyes a judgemental brown that made you want to look away from her.

“Y/N, looking as tired and scruffy as usual,” your mother said, before moving onto Lin. “And who is this?” She sounded more curious and less condescending, so you jumped on the opportunity.

“This is my boyfriend, Lin. I’m–”

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asked, turning to you momentarily with an angry look, before turning back to Lin. “Lin, dear, someone like you could do so much better than my daughter.” Your nails found the cuts in your palms and pressed down, the pain shocking you, but fueling you down to your toes.

Lin stopped in his tracks, looking from you to your mother. “Personally, I think Y/N could stand to do much better than just me,” Lin said, and you could tell he was trying to keep the anger in his voice to a minimum, though he was failing.

Your mother was silent. She clearly wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, though you tried several times. “Well,” she finally said, bristling. “Tell me about yourself. Where do you work?”

You sucked in a breath. Lins job would ruin the whole thing, and you’d continue to be the extra, throwaway daughter.

“I work in theatre– I wrote the musical that I’m starring in. It’s the same one that Y/N is in,” Lin said, his tone even. Usually he got excited when talking about Hamilton, but now he looked ready to be anywhere but here, talking to your mom.

“Oh, of course, I see it now,” your mom said. “Broadway. So you’re just like my daughter, totally fine with a career that goes nowhere.”

You and Lin both knew that Broadway could be iffy and somewhat fickle, but Hamilton was doing so well. You didn’t see it closing anytime soon, so what Lin said next blew you away. “Yes, actually. I’m completely fine with that.”

It seemed to blow your mother away as well, because she stood there for too long with a stumped look on her face. “Well,” she said, after an extended period of time. “At least you’re handsome.”

The rest of the day was excruciating. Your mother slipped in comments everywhere she could– about your job, your appearance, your body, Lin, and how he could do much better. You relearned your skill of brushing it off, but it seemed that you also gained your after dark breakdowns again.

That’s how you found yourself crying as quietly as you could upstairs while Lin and Kalena finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Your mother, after a particularly nasty comment fueled by too much vodka, went to bed. You knew she was asleep by now, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep or stop crying. You wanted so badly for Lin to think you were stronger than you were.

You didn’t hear him coming until it was too late– he had already pushed open the door and found you laying flat in bed, your chest heaving, and your hair matted to your face from all the tears you had shed.

“Y/N?” Lin asked, and you had never heard someone sound so worried about you in your entire life. Not even Kalena. But, then again, she had never seen you like this.

If it would have been anyone– especially your sister– that had opened your door, you would’ve denied ever being hurt by what your mother said to you. The crying could be accounted for with stubbing your toe, or hitting your hip on a dresser. You’d tell the person that had opened your door to leave you alone and don’t come back.

But the person that had opened your door was not your sister or your mother or anyone else in the world. This was Lin, the person that had calmed you down when you had dug your nails into your palms and wanted to scream until your voice left you.

“I can’t anymore,” was all you managed to choke out before dissolving into more tears, and Lin was by your side and the door was closed before you even knew what had happened.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You could just register how unsure he sounded, despite how calm he seemed on the plane. But the plane was just a fraction of the breakdowns you had had in your life.

“Calm me down,” you said, forcing yourself to stop crying long enough to talk. “Hold onto me or-or tell me to take deep breaths.”

Within an instant Lin was next to you and had shifted you well enough that you were laying on his chest, right next to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm began to calm you down.

“Can you take deep breaths with me?” Lin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He had started to comb his fingers through your hair, relaxing you. You nodded, and started breathing along with Lin.

Before you knew it, you were feeling your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna fall asleep,” you muttered to Lin.

“That’s alright, you need sleep,” Lin said, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, love.” You felt yourself drift off to sleep, Lins heartbeat your only company.

“Kalena, hi,” Lin said. He had just managed to slip out of bed without waking you up in the process, and had come to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water to drink once you woke up. He had run into Kalena, who looked to be doing the same thing.

“Lin,” she said. “Glasses are in the cabinet above the sink.”

“Thanks,” Lin said. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about Kalena yet, but he knew that Y/N loves her unconditionally. Something about her seemed to bug him, though.

He grabbed two glasses, filling up one for you and the other for him. He stood against the sink, looking Kalena over as she picked at her nails. Finally, it clicked.

“Have you noticed how your mom treats your sister?” Kalena looked up. Lin could see the sisterly resemble between her and Y/N. They had the same dark curls, the same brown eyes, and the same skin tone.

“I– sort of. I’m starting to notice it more now. I heard her upstairs, just crying. Once I heard you talking I knew you were with her– I knew she’d be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” he said, setting down his glass. “She’s not fine. All that crying? That’s because of your mother. Because of the things she’s said, and done.” Kalena hung her head, and Lin knew she was upset.

“I’ve heard of your musicals, and listened to a little bit of them,” Kalena said.

“Thanks.” That was always Lins standard response to someone saying that they’ve listened to Hamilton or In The Heights.

“The line Angelica always says– I love my sister more than anything in this life, I would choose her happiness over mine every time.’” Kalena finally looked up, her brown eyes wide. “Do you know how often I’ve thought of Y/N and thought of that next? Y/N is my baby sister, my longest friend, and the most important thing in my life. I want– I need to help her, somehow.” Lin stood and listened. He had never imagined Kalena– who gave her first impression to be of a bubbly girl that didn’t feel the need to speak her mind– to come and give him this speech in the dead of night. “How can I?”

“Don’t let your mother get away with any of what she says,” Lin said. “Anything with a negative bite to it. If you really want to help your sister out, this is how.”

“I will,” Kalena said, with no hesitation.

“I should be getting back to Y/N,” Lin finished. “Goodnight, Kalena.”

“Goodnight Lin,” Kalena said, her voice firm. Lin began to walk away, and she grabbed at his arm. He turned around, looking her in the eye. “Take care of my sister.”

You woke up the next morning curled into Lins arms with a feeling of everything will be okay.

That immediately crashed when you remembered that today was a dressing fitting. You wanted to cry or punch a wall. Or both.

You procrastinated getting out of bed until it was urgent getting ready time. You pulled yourself out of Lin’s arms and took a shower, dressing comfortably. You weren’t looking forward to wearing a fancy dress for the fitting, even if it was gorgeous. On the bright side, at least you didn’t have to wear a corset like you did for the times you had gone on as a Schuyler sister.

The ride to the dress shop was spent in silence. You had put in headphones the moment you sat down in the car, hoping to tune out anything your mom had to say. It had worked for the most part, and you had managed to keep your good mood until you arrived at the shop.

Kalena had wanted a small wedding, so you were the only bridesmaid that Kalena was going to have. The dress she had picked out for you was lovely. It was a gorgeous baby blue with a top bedazzled with silver jewels and glitter. The skirt was a gauzy material that would most likely hit your knees.

Your mother would hate it on you.

She’d go on and on, you could already hear it. Mentally, you placed votes on which remark she would say first once you walked out of the little room that had for people to change in.

You slipped into the dress. It settled on your skin like soft rain, and you would almost feel comfortable in it if it wasn’t for the fact that your mother would see you.

You gathered all your courage, and walked out. “What do you think?” You asked, and Kalena turned around first.

“Oh, Y/N! You look so lovely! It fits you so well and the colour looks so good on you!” Your sister gushed, before your mother had a chance to get anything out.

Your mother considered you for a moment, before walking forward. “It’s a bit tight looking around your waist, and makes your stomach look fat– not surprising, you’ve always been chubby,” your mother critiqued, walking around you like you were an art piece, not a person. “Your legs don’t look very good with this dress, and your hair is too frizzy– but that isn’t the fault of the dress, hopefully someone can fix that come wedding time.” Your mother finally stopped, and tapped her nails together.

She turned back to your sister. “Kalena, are you sure it isn’t too late to pick a new bridesmaid? One that is… better to look at?” Something inside you seemed to snap, otherwise you never would have run for the bathroom like you did.

Barely managing to hold in your tears, you turned against a wall, trying to calm down by running your fingers along the smooth tiles that decorated the wall.

You heard a knock on the door, followed by a soft, “Y/N, it’s Kalena. Can I come in?” You pushed yourself off the wall and turned the lock, opening the door enough for her skinny frame to fit through it, before closing and locking it again

“Why did you want me to be your bridesmaid?” You asked, unable to keep it in any longer. You were the ugly, pathetic, useless throwaway sister. You were nothing extraordinary. Hell, you even had to beg Lin to come and be your “date.” You couldn’t even call him your actual date, either. He was just a friend– acquaintance, even– that took pity on you. You sank to the floor, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Because you are my beautiful sister,” Kalena said, sinking into the floor next to you. “And I would never have anyone else.”

“But Mom-”

“I don’t care what she says about you or me, ever. You are the most important thing to me, and I love you more than anything in this life,” she said, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You are always my first choice, my best friend. Nothing that mom, or anyone, says or does can ever change that.”

“I’m so glad that you’re my sister,” you said, laughing through your tears. “When I get married, you’re my bridesmaid. Let’s hope you don’t screw it up before then,” you laughed, and Kalena laughed with you.

“When you marry Lin, I’ll definitely be your bridesmaid,” she said, and kissed your forehead. “C’mon sis, you get to see my looking awful in my wedding dress.” She stood up, and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go.”

The days passed quickly, and eventually there was only four days until it was wedding time.

Lin had gone to bed, and your mother had drank too much wine at dinner and was out cold in her bedroom, which left you and Kalena.

“Kale,” you asked, a sudden thought plaguing you. “Have you had any sort of celebration.”

“Have I what?” She asked, looking up from the book she was reading.

“Like, a bridal shower or anything,” you suggested, raising your eyebrows.

“No, I didn’t think it was necessary,” she said, shrugged, and went back to her reading.

“No,” you demanded, grabbing her book out of her hand and shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” She asked, sitting up and reaching for her book.

“I am celebrating your bride-ness. We’re gonna drink and be dumb sisters,” you announced, setting her book on the coffee table after marking her spot. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing some shot glasses and vodka from the liquor cabinet.

Your turned to your sister. “I bet I can outdrink you.”

Too many shots later, you and Kalena were rightfully and truly drunk. You both had been babbling on about nonsense things– wedding jitters, your mother, stories from high school, and your idiotic high school boyfriend.

“Oh god, Lucas was the worst,” you said, laughing along with your sister. “Nothing like Lin.”

“Ooooh, Liiiiin. I love Lin with you. He seems really, really, really, really good for you,” you sister rambled.

“Ugh, hes soooo perfect. His handsome face, and he’s just so smart,” you said, alcohol clouding your judgement. I just love him so much, I wanna be with him for the rest of my life.”

“Awww, Y/N, that’s so sweet,” Kalena replied, and continued to ramble on about the sweetness.

Neither of you noticed Lin standing at the bottom of the stairs, or heard his footsteps going back up the stairs, with a completely new hope.

“I can survive this,” you said to yourself in the bathroom mirror. The wedding rehearsal went great, and gave your mother no time to say anything to you, but the rehearsal dinner was different. She would have every chance to sneak in remarks and say awful things, and it was already beginning to overwhelm you.

“I can survive this,” you repeated, taking a deep breath. “Kalena is on my side, Lin is on my side. I can survive this.” You knew everyone would be expecting you by now. You had excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you got there, and had been locked in the bathroom for too long.

You took another deep breath, and unlocked the bathroom door, walking out. You walked straight past your mom, and to Lin. “Have you met my future brother-in-law yet?” You said, picking up a glass of wine.

“Yes, and Christopher seems great,” Lin said. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but Lin seemed to be much more… upbeat? “Hey, can we talk?” Your blood ran cold. His tone scared you have to death.

“Yeah, I-” you were cut off by the sound of glass clinking, and you turned to it. “Oh god.” You said. Your mother was standing up, an empty wine glass in her hand. You knew by her mannerisms that she was tipsy, and tipsy made her even meaner than sober.

“I would like to say that I’m so excited for my daughter, Kalenas, wedding,” your mother said. Okay, mellow enough so far. “Her bridesmaid, my other daughter, may be inadequate and not the best to look at, but I don’t think she’ll ruin the wedding entirely. At least her boyfriend, who could do much better than her, is good-looking–”

“Mom, that is enough!” Kalena shouted. “All of my life, I’ve heard you be nothing but terrible to Y/N! She’s your daughter, you should love her unconditionally!”

“Nonsense, she may be my daughter but she’s not anything like you or me,” your mom said. “Look at us, Kalena. You’re a beautiful young lady that’s marrying a handsome man. The only good thing about Y/N is that her boyfriend is handsome– not any better than Christopher, but still handsome.”

“That is enough, Mom,” Kalena said again. “If you can’t be kinder to Y/N– and when I say kinder, I mean treating her like a person then the moment I’m married I’m leaving this town and cutting contact with you. Y/N is perfect to me and to everyone that loves her, and if you can’t see it, then you aren’t worth it,” Kalena announced, her voice growing in pitch and volume. You wanted to cry.

“Well then,” your mom declared, before walking off.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes. “Lin, let’s go home.”

“Of course.”

You had cheered up on the ride home, a smile returning to your face. But, maybe, that was a side effect of the wine you had drank.

You were standing outside of your bedroom. “Lin, thank you so much for being there for me through this whole thing, I can’t thank you enough.” Somewhere in your sentence, Lin’s hand had drifted to your cheek and you hadn’t even noticed. “Lin?” You asked. He didn’t reply with words– he replied by pressing his mouth to yours. He tasted like the wine from the dinner, and you smiled against his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and soon your bedroom door was being pushed open and clothes were being thrown across the room, the only constant thing being Lin’s hands on your body and his mouth on yours.

You woke up the next morning tangled in your sheets and Lin’s arms. You snuggled into him, before realization hit you. You and Lin slept together?

Oh no.