why did it take me this long to post this

the-exotic-pyroshark  asked:

You know what you should do? You should take your time so much, that the model will be finished by the blog's second birthday! That way you don't need to prepare a surprise for that birthday. In all seriousness though, please take your time. A delayed product that comes out fully finished is better than a rushed product that comes out sloppily.

((LOL, i couldn’t even stand waiting that long honestly. i like showing people the things i do (which is why i’ve been posting all the wips), and it would drive me up the wall having to wait that long to finally reveal it, even if i did actually work on it for that long

but you are right, i shouldn’t be rushing and driving myself into the ground working on it. i’ve been staying up pretty late working on it every day for the past like week and a half. even though i wanted to get it out on the day of the anniversary, i’m gonna extend my deadline to the end of the month, at the very latest. i don’t think it’ll take that long, but i should be giving myself an ample cushion of time to work on it))

  • Mako: Oh, hey, chief. Did you get my report on the triad murder?
  • Lin: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work.
  • Mako: Good. Thanks, mom.
  • Lin: ...
  • Mako: Why is everyone staring at me?
  • Asami: You just called Chief Beifong "mom."
  • Mako: What? No, I didn't. I said, "thanks, ma'am."
  • Lin: Do you see me as a mother figure, Mako?
  • Mako: No. If anything, I see you as a "bother" figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.
  • Korra: Hey, show your mother some respect!

New replies to anon hate that you obviously can’t educate:

• shut up Helen
• you really care about this blog enough to end me anon hate
•how long did this take to write? 5? 10 minutes?
• I am (insert current action right now), I don’t care
• I just (insert recent accomplishment), I really don’t care
• how do you expect me to listen to you if you will ignore everything i say.
• (if the ask is why do you hate ddlg) Did you even look at my blog or did you just look at my URL and clicked on the ask
• (for me only because omg this is good(if it is anon hate)) looks like someone didn’t read my most popular post
•(if it is from a terf) shut up Hylyn. (For those who don’t get it, it is making fun of terfs who use Womyn.)


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Okay it’s 2 in the morning and I’m watching Miraculous Ladybug for some reason and for ages I’ve been trying to remember why Alix’s shoes look familiar to me, and it’s just hit me

When I was 9 years old I had a pair of Heelys that looked EXACTLY like this, right down to the green squares and the pink laces

So what I’m saying is ALIX’S SHOES ARE ACTUALLY HEELYS, THAT’S HOW SHE’S SO GOOD AT SKATING

Imagine your OTP- Things I've said to my SO
  • "Why the fuck are there three different rolls of paper towels??"
  • "Do we need lessons on how ziplock bags work?"
  • "Taking off my clothes takes effort. I'm sleeping on the futon."
  • "At what point if any did it cross your mind that this might be a bad idea?"
  • "TECHNOLOGY HATES ME OH MY GOD I KILLED THE MICROWAVE."
  • "Wake me up if you want something!! Seriously! Sleepy sex is awesome!"
  • "Please kill it. Preferably with fire."
  • "See, this is why we're together. No one else could handle our terrible puns."
  • "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO STAB YOURSELF OPENING YOUR ANNIVERSARY GIFT GO TO THE HOSPITAL."
  • "I love you. but I swear to you if you keep leaving lunch containers in the sink without putting soapy water in them I will kill you slowly."
  • "Dude, we're old... your brother just left with a 24-pack of bud ready to party, and we're sitting in front of the TV with Netflix and fancy cheese."
  • "These potatoes in the fridge are starting to flower... can I toss them?"
  • "Sleep is for those that haven't been struck with inspiration."
  • "I'll sleep when I'm dead."
  • "Sweetie, I appreciate the thought, but I meant A 50c PACKAGE of reeses, I didn't need the whole candy aisle."
  • "Goddamn it why are you so sweet."
  • "I just got out from babysitting and I am having my tubes tied immediately."
  • "I AM NOT CUTE GODDAMN IT I AM INTIMIDATING."
  • "Let me rephrase, I'm getting mongolian. if you'd like, you can come along, but if not, that's cool too. but I want mongolian."
  • "You bought WHAT for HOW MUCH?"
  • "I love your mother, but I almost reached across the table and wrapped my hands around her throat."
  • "Why do we even NEED more bass?"
  • "SCIENCE MOTHERFUCKER"
  • "You may want to hide the alcohol because I may die from how much and how badly I want to drink right now."
  • "Aaaack that freaks me out when you do that!!"
  • "Everything hurts and I'm dying, but I'm not pregnant this month so that's nice."
  • "STOP TICKLING ME YOU ASSHOLE I WILL NIPPLE PINCH YOU"

Since the Miss Universe is this weekend I just want to take the time to show you guys some of this year’s national costumes

Miss Aruba or when you have the Miss Universe at 10 and wind surf at 11

it’s all fun and games until Miss Ecuador pokes your eye out

Miss Germany should SUE her team. Also that castle is horribly made, why did they hate her so much

that weird horse girl Miss Sweden pippi longstocking is crying

why can’t we as a society just let. Frozen. Fucking. Go. (FOR SHAME MISS NORWAY)

Miss Malaysia is taking us to the future

Captain America who???

Miss Myanmar was an actual puppet, I can’t believe she managed to carry this and walk

Tanzania showing us how to recycle

we can all agree that she’s just wearing pajamas right

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Artist problems
  • “my music playlist stopped three hours ago and I never turned it back on”
  • “merge the layer Kronk””WRONG LAYEEEEEEEEEEER”
  • “why do I even HAVE that layer”
  • “HNNNNNG I DUNNO WHAT COLORS TO USE”
  • “where the fuck is the hole”
  • “IT’S ONLY A DAMN PIXEL LARGE WHY IS IT STILL CONSIDERED A DAMN HOLE”
  • “writing action SUCKS”
  • “Hm…if I kill this character I can progress this story how I want it to, but everyone will hate me…”
  • “WHAT SHOULD THE NEXT DAMN PART BE”
  • ”…how long ago did I save”
  • *site crashes*”…NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
  • “THAT’LL TAKE AGES TO RECREATE”
  • “it looked so much better in my head”
  • “i really gotta go to the bathroom BUT IF I GO I’LL GET OUT OF THE ZONE”
  • *posts work on the internet**gets two notes*”all these hours wasted”*sees a picture of a bagel with thousands of notes*”wtf”

Feel free to add more to this list.

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// guys, the time has come

the time where I get my shit together and start adding Jaehee to my posts

why did I take so long to like her oh well
tell me how im doing! first time really writing her because the christmas special made me fall in love with her absolutely no regrets

Also apologies because that’s all I’ve been posting about, the christmas special! I lost 8 followers from my fangirling yikes!! Just am excited is all. I’ll slow it down soon!

Zen:

- He is a very light sleeper! So seeing you sleep like a rock is a little surprising more or less.

- He’ll just sit there and watch you snore with a little bit of drool coming out of your mouth shit this boy love u too much

- But he’s so lonely when you’re not awake come on MC pay attention to me before I have to go to rehearsals

- Shakes the bed to wake you up but it doesn’t work and he’s like shit what do I do now


- Let’s you sleep until you wake up afterwards but he’ll ask you how or if he can wake you earlier when he’s lonely manually is there a switch or something here

Jumin:

- He’s used to Elizabeth the 3rd sleeping a lot during the day like a princess so he just assumes perhaps you’re the same way?

- He’s not a light sleeper himself but not heavy either, it depends on how exhausted he is.

- Waits for you until he just can’t anymore come on you need to eat breakfast MC

- He’ll shake your shoulder lightly but that obviously has no chance of working so he just gives up and hopes you’ll wake up soon

- three hours later and he’s a little frustrated because he’s been waiting for so long why did you ignore him??

- Jumin I was sleeping how was I supposed to know you were already awake

- He’ll give you the cutest little pout because he was lonely while you were busy being a boulder.

Yoosung:

- He’s really scared you’re hurt or something because you just won’t wake up like are you okay??

- But you still groan a bit in your sleep and move so phew! he’s relieved.

- He just plays video games usually until you wake up honestly, he doesn’t wanna bother you too much.

- Makes you breakfast for when you wake up, it’s a little cold by the time you get to it but that’s okay!

- He only sleeps really heavy when he falls asleep really late so he’s worried about your sleep schedule.

Jaehee:

- She tries to wake you gently at first but that doesn’t work very well.

- Worried that perhaps you could be ill..? Hopes thats not the case, but you don’t feel much warmer than ordinary.

- She’ll make herself busy while you’re still asleep, watching one of Zen’s DVDs or finishing up some early morning paperwork until you finally wake up.

- Asks if everything’s alright with you over a light breakfast, go on and explain how you’re a heavy sleeper and she’ll find it a little humorous because she’s the complete opposite.

- Whenever Jumin leaves Elizabeth the 3rd with her the tiniest noise the fur ball makes and she’s awake, it’s so difficult to get a full nights rest most of the time.

Seven:

- He will pull the most bullshit pranks on you while your sleeping prepare to be filled with regret

- It’s classic camp pranks too, like whip cream in the hand and a feather to the nose so you smack yourself in the face and surprise surprise. Always gets it on camera, but saves it for himself because it’s just adorable.

- You’re never safe from the pranks, even in your sleep.

- Honestly he’ll never go too far though, just all in good fun. He likes seeing you so deep in sleep, it’s like you’re in ~another world~

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10 years of Gaara

It’s Gaara’s birthday, so let’s take a look back at some of my Gaara drawings through the years (prepare for ugly drawings) :

I was so proud of my ‘Mini Kazekage’ because drawing humans had always been incredibly difficult for me. For this picture to have turned out the way it did was mind blowing!

Oh my god, here’s a birthday picture from 2008 XD

And one from 2009 (why is Kankuro’s head a triangle ???)

(kinda went all-out for Gaara’s birthday in 2012. All the pictures I did are still on deviantART)

And finally here we are today, 2017.

Wow. Just wow. It really doesn’t feel like ten years. I can’t believe it!

Without Gaara I don’t think I’d be drawing humans at all today, let alone moderately Ok ones. I’m so glad I met this scrummy little red-head 10 years ago ~ ❤️

Around the Fire

A super-late entry for Day 08 of Phanniemay, “Vacation.” 

“Halle Berry or J.Lo?”

Two voices, in unison. “Halle Berry.”

“Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson?”

“Emma Watson.”

“Scarlet Johansson or Gina Torres?”

“Gina Torres.”

“Morena Baccarin or Natalie Portman?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Geez, Tuck, running through the entire Firely cast?”

“Inara.” Danny and Danielle said. 

Tuck held up his hands in a ‘there you see?’ gesture. 

“I’ve got one.” All eyes went to Valerie, still tending their makeshift grill over the campfire. Looking up with a dangerous, knowing half-smile, she worded out slowly, “Paulina or Star?”

“Paulina,” Danielle replied without hesitation.

Stiff-shouldered and tensely still, Danny glanced warily at Sam. 

“It’s fine, Danny,” she assured him, lips quirked. 

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- i want to know! why did you come back?

 - look, i know you doubt me, i know you always have. and you’re right, i often think of bag end. i miss my books. and my armchair. and my garden. see, that’s where i belong. that’s home. and that’s why i came back, cause you don’t have one. a home. it was taken from you. but i will help you take it back if i can.

Break Even

Part 1 Part 2

Baz

I don’t have a clue how it happened.  Maybe I was delirious from this new thing that Simon was doing.  Namely, kissing me.  Admittedly, I had dreamed about it long enough that when it actually happened I sort of fell into a dream-like state.

           But in a moment of complete post-kiss stupidity, I invited him home for Christmas.  With me.  With my family.

           What could I have possibly been thinking?

           Oh right. I wasn’t.  Thinking, that is.

           But the bigger question remains.  

           Why in the world did he say yes?

Christmas takes forever to arrive.  It sounds childish to wait for Christmas, but honestly, I might have been waiting for it to be over.

           Because having Simon Snow in my house has been a nightmare.

           I should have seen it coming.  Of course my family would be horrible, pasting fake smiles on their faces in front of him and watching our every move when they thought he couldn’t see.  Of course they would judge me for inviting my – our – sworn enemy into the house out of the “goodness of my heart”.  They’ve been acting like he’s the vampire, and now that I’ve let him in he’ll drain us all in our sleep.  

           Mordelia asked me why he was here.  She said it like it was an accusation.  I told her that we weren’t fighting right now and that he needed a place to stay for Christmas and be nice.  She gave me that look with the narrow eyes like she knew it was more than that, which she didn’t.  She never does when she gives that look.  She just does it to make you think that she’s on to you, so that you’ll reveal the rest yourself.  I simply fixed her with a glare and sent her on her way.  There’s not much more I can do with her.

           Aunt Fiona isn’t talking to me.  I can’t blame her.

           But easily the worst part of the situation is Simon himself.

           Because he hasn’t kissed me since that afternoon in our dorm.  He hasn’t made any moves, he hasn’t mentioned it, he isn’t showing any signs that it happened in the first place.

           Which almost makes me wonder if it even did happen.  I couldn’t have dreamed that up, could I?

Simon

I have no bloody idea what to do.

           I kissed Baz.

           His house is big, much bigger than I expected, which is saying something.  Apart from that, his family is pretty much exactly what I thought they would be like. His dad is quiet and stern-looking. His stepmom is awkwardly friendly for my sake, but I’ll give her credit for even bothering.  His aunt is cranky, and his sister is… creepy.  That’s really the only way I can describe her.  She doesn’t talk to me, even if I try to talk to her.  She just stares at me with this weird mix of curiosity and horror, like I’m the creepy one.

           Baz is the only one I can stand to be around for extended periods of time, which is honestly really pathetic, considering our history.

           But then again, what does our history even mean now?

           After all, he invited me to his home for Christmas. After I kissed him.

           And I kind of want to do it again.

           Instead I do the opposite.  I act like it never happened.

           Because I’m afraid.  I’m afraid of what this means.

           Because he’s the enemy, whether either of us wants it or not.

           Is he really?

           I can’t kill him if I want to kiss him.

Baz

I don’t know how I’ve gotten any sleep this whole holiday with him in my room.  It’s stupid, I know, since we’ve been sharing a room for years, but this feels way more intimate than that.  It makes me feel so much more exposed.

Simon

His room is cold, like him, but at least it doesn’t have any monsters under the bed, or anywhere else.  Apart from him, anyway.  Assuming I’m right and he is a vampire.

           That should bother me.  It always has.

           I didn’t feel any fangs when I…

           He’s given me every spare blanket he can find, and I’ve piled them up on top of me to peel off one by one when I start to overheat, which happens nearly every night.  I wonder if he’s ever too cold in here, or if he finds this comfortable.

           I wonder if he would overheat if I were to hold him while he slept.  Assuming he ever lets me get that close again.

           I wonder why I want him to let me, and if I’ll ever be able to stop wanting things.

           I can’t kill him if I want to kiss him.

           So maybe I’ll have to make a choice.

           And maybe I already know there’s no way I could kill him now.  

Baz

I wake up on Christmas morning to find Simon already gone from his little nest on the sofa at the foot of the bed.  I let my head fall back to the pillow, not ready to get up yet.  The sun has only just peeked over the horizon and through the window.  

           Come to think of it, Simon is up really early.

           He could just be in the bathroom.

           Or he could have left.

           And just like that, I can’t get the thought out of my head, even though I know it’s dumb.  After all, where could he possibly go?

           But it’s too late.  The thought has taken purchase and it won’t let go.

           I throw back the covers and shove my feet into my slippers, grabbing my robe before leaving the room.  The house is quiet, apart from the gentle sighs of the ghouls in the curtains.  I don’t hear Simon’s usual too-loud bumbling footsteps, or Mordelia’s Christmas morning tiptoe, or anyone else moving through the house.

           I almost don’t see him when I pass the Christmas tree in the fireside room, but a shock of blonde hair catches my eye and I double back.

           There he is, lying under the tree, sound asleep and snoring gently.

           Maybe that’s why I woke up.  The absence of snoring.

           I approach him quietly and find myself smiling sadly, wondering if he’s ever gotten to sit under a real tree on Christmas Day, surrounded by packages and ribbons and sweets.  It looks like he’s actually tried to wedge himself underneath the branches like he’s trying to blend in with the presents, but his legs stick out and his one arm is long above him, and a bauble is dangling directly over his head, brushing his curls as it sways.

           I should wake him and get him back to bed where he can sleep properly until the sun has come up, but as cliché as it sounds, he looks too peaceful.  He always has this weight on his brow, like the entire World of Mages is standing there on his eyebrows and furrowing them together.  In a way, I suppose that’s exactly the case.

           “Snow,” I whisper softly, close to his ear.

           He stirs, and then wakes up suddenly, jerking up and knocking the bauble off of its bough, the whole tree shaking with his movement.  When his eyes meet mine they’re anxious for a second before they fill with recognition.

           “Thank Merlin it’s you,” he sighs in relief.  “It would have been mortifying if any of your family had found me first.”

           “Lucky you,” I mutter.  “What are you doing down here, did you sleepwalk?”

           “I was waiting, but you took so long that I fell asleep.”  Simon yawns, brushing a ribbon from his arm and climbing out the rest of the way from under the tree.

           “You were waiting for Christmas by sleeping underneath the Christmas tree.”

           He blushes and looks down.  “Yeah, well, I had a stupid idea.”

           I raise an eyebrow.  “Do tell.”

           “You know how you got me that dagger for Christmas?”

           “Of course.”

           “And you know how I wanted to pay it back?”

           I feel myself starting to blush at the memory. “Yes.”

           His cheeks are blazing red.  “Well, I still don’t have a present for you.”

           “Snow, you let me give you a place to stay for Christmas, that’s enough.”

           “And that’s another thing.  I can’t offer the same to you, so I didn’t know how we could break even on this one.”

           I shake my head.  “Why are you so obsessed with breaking even?  I don’t want anything, Snow.”

           He meets my eye.  “Nothing?  Really?”

           I blush fully.

           “So I had this stupid idea,” he pushes on, looking away again, “that maybe when I… paid you back the first time that you wanted it, and that we could maybe do that more often.”

           I can only blink in shock at what I’m hearing.

           “So I thought,” he continues, “that even though I can’t give you anything wrapped in paper, I could give you… me.”

           I almost burst out laughing at how crazy this is. “You?”

           He shrugs.  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I really liked kissing you.”  He says kissing quickly like he wants to get it over with.  “And I really like not fighting with you.”

           I can barely breathe.  “I like not fighting, too.”

           He peeks up at me.  “Yeah?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Do you think we could… not fight more often?”

           “I think we could manage it.”

           “And do you think,” he gulps, “that maybe we could…”

           “What?”

           He looks at me with a kind of fear I’ve never seen on him before.  He’s afraid I’ll turn him down.  It’s the kind of fear that’s been keeping me from telling him everything for years.

           And now that I’ve seen that fear in his eyes, I feel mine start to dissipate.

           I lean in.  His blush deepens and his eyes dart to my mouth and back.

           “Definitely,” I murmur, and we’re so close I can feel his hot breath grazing my lips.

           It’s Christmas morning and I’m kissing Simon Snow under the Christmas tree, and he’s sighing into my mouth and his fingers are in my hair and I can barely tell up from down.

           And Crowley, am I glad I woke him up.

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AHHHHH thank you @primaryconclusion for this lovely ask! sorry it took me so long!! It wasn’t vague at all - trust me! :) 

I thought a lot about how this scene could’ve gone down, and i settled on it taking place during the twins’ party, after Stan gave Soos the Mystery Shack. The perfect time for shocking truths and emotional apologies! TBH I really wanted a scene where Mabel and Gideon resolved their issues and hinted at a friendship, but alas - the finale could only be so long ;-;

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…And thats how Dave’s speakeasy was created.

This one has been laying around since last winter. I tried my best to save picture 1 + 2 + 3 from terrible 2k15 style

Thanks for those who came up with ideas for the name of Dave’s Speakeasy! I love my followers! 

Michael Proposes!

A/n: Hey, everyone! It’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything, so here’s a blurb! -Liz

“Guys, where are you taking me? You said Michael was waiting for me. Why did I have to leave work so urgently? You know its really hard to find a sub last minute.” I continued to complain as Luke and Calum dragged me across the parking lot of the main theatre in my hometown, where I stayed to teach high school English as the local high school.
“Y/n, calm down. Michael had everything planned out. Principal Williams already had a sub lined up for you.” Luke rolled his eyes at my paranoia.
Calum opened the door for me, but stopped me before I walked in. “Take a right, then go backstage to find Ashton.”
“Why?”
“Michael said something about not dressing like a teacher, but that’s all I heard him say to Ash.” Luke turned to Cal. “Did he say anything to you?”
Cal shook his head. “Not a word.”
“Now, go.” Luke kissed my temple, then shoved me inside.
Still confused, I stumbled for a few steps, then turned to the duo. “How will I know where to go?”
Luke reached in to grab the door. “Trust me; you’ll know.”
Not knowing what they were talking about, I decided to just walk and see what would happen. A few steps brought me face to face with a big poster that had my name on it. There was a letter attached. It provided me with a map of the theatre and Ashton’s whereabouts were represented by a big yellow star.
I continued walking, following the map until I eventually had found Ashton, who jumped off his chair when I walked in.
“There you are! I’ve been waiting for like twenty minutes!” He ran up to me, giving me a tight hug. When he released me, he shuffled me towards the dressing room. “So, I picked out this dress for you. It’s gonna look amazing on you. Go try it on.”
You stepped into the dressing room, then kicked off your boots. Quickly slipping the dress over my head, I reached behind me to zip it. However, it was so tight that I couldn’t quite get it zipped all the way. “Ash, I need you.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He chuckled as he opened the curtain that hid my body from his sight.
“Oh, shut up. I just need help zipping it up.” I chuckled, feeling his cold fingers on my bare skin as he flipped the fabric.
“No wonder you couldn’t get it. Here. All done.” He stepped away, then sighed. “Y/n, you look amazing.”
I felt a smile creep onto my lips. “Now, what do I do?”
Ashton shook his head a few times. “Oh, shit. That’s right.  Come with me.” He took my hand, careful to not pull me too hard.
Ashton took me to the main stage area, but stopped before the doors. “This is where I leave you.” He leaned forward to kiss my cheek. “Good luck.”
Still being confused, I walked down the aisle. The velvet seats were all pointed up, but the weird thing was the tea lights that were on either side of the aisle, leading up to stage. My attention was brought to the stage when I saw Michael standing at the stage in a crisp black suit. “Hey, beautiful.”
I reached a few steps to get up on stage and Michael leaned down to hold a hand out to help me up. “Mikey, what’s going on? Why did I have to leave work?”
Michael still held onto my hand, softly rubbing the smooth skin above my knuckles. “Now, before you start asking a bunch of questions, I just want you to know that I’ve been planning this for a really long time. Just, please, hear me out, okay?” He smiled, then told me to stand centre stage. Michael glanced back stage, then the curtains parted, where a lone microphone remained on its stand along with a guitar and a small amplifier. He kissed my hand, then dropped it to go to the guitar, swinging it over his shoulder.
After he stopped singing a song that I didn’t recognize, he set the guitar down. “Y/n, I have a very important question for you.” He knelt on one knee, pulling a small box out of the lapel pocket. It clicked open, displaying the diamond ring. “Baby, I love you so much. I want to spend every day of my life waking up to you in the morning. You’re the only person I want to be with forever. Will you marry me?”
I stood frozen in my spot on the stage. His question took a moment to sink into my head. When he just stared at me, I actually realized what was happening. Michael just proposed to me. “Oh, my god. Yes, Michael. Yes, I’ll marry you!”

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For @sodomymcscurvylegs Reasons why he’s problematic and needs to delete (long post btw)  


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Ten Last Lines

@katnissdoesnotfollowback threw down a ‘Ten Last Lines’ challenge after the initial round of ‘20 First Lines’ that sounded like fun!

Her Rules: Post the final line of the last 10 fics you have completed. 

I was tagged by the @thegirlfromoverthepond and @jennagill . Than you!

The last time I did this, I took the requirement of the last 20 fics literally, and included drabbles. This time, I’m going to go for completed, multi-chapter fics or long one-shots. 

Observations: Endings really matter to me, so I take my time with them.  And of course, nerd that I am, there is an element of the personal philosophy in nearly every ending. It’s why I don’t like epilogues much after the fact - It’s like cracking open an egg that’s been cooked. There’s no way to put more into it. But occasionally, I do it.  Good Again has a Christmas Outtake called Christmas Bun that takes place 15 years in the future. But I consider the ending of the fic to be chapter 46. And I do have outtakes of major fics. But when it’s done, it’s done :).

So here goes:

1.  The Lady of the Lake (Katniss POV)

I leaned back so that my head dipped into the water, catching a glimpse of the sky, and then straightening to capture the same azure colors in his eyes. It was entirely possible that this could work and that vague happiness that stalked me when we were still so uncertain became something more radiant than the sun.  There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. I tightened my arms around his shoulder and leaned my forehead against his.

“Okay, I’ll allow it.”

2.  The Bride Swap

He gave Madge a gentle squeeze, which she returned with a smile and he couldn’t help thinking that both he and Peeta were the luckiest men in the world.

(*Last chapter is in Gale’s POV)   

3.  I’ve Loved You Forever 

At that moment, Katniss would have agreed to anything Peeta asked, as long as whatever he proposed, he would be the one to do it with her.

4.  Come Away With Me

And each and every time thereafter, I tell him, “Real.”

5. Light A Fire

On that day, Katniss gave me the gift of our future, with all that a bright future with her could imply. I held on for dear life as she carried us both into it.

6.  Run To You

The last of his resistance melted away and he instead gave himself over to the inevitability of his life with Katniss.  

7. Evergreen

Gently pinching his nipple, eliciting a small yelp from him, she said “I don’t know. We may have to do it again, just to be sure.”

8.  Lay Me Down, Let Me Dream

Katniss laughs, the light bursting from her as she senses my acquiescence. “Well, you found me in Hell. I think I can find you on Earth!”

(*This is not the end of the fic. Co-written with @katnissdoesnotfollowback​ , this represents the end of my contribution)

9.  If You Forget Me

But in a universe that cared little for their well-being or survival, they decided together to thumb their noses at fate and choose for themselves the only thing a human being is truly free to choose - the manner in which they would love each other.

10.  Good Again

Peeta understood me, like he understood so many things.   “But after we do that, all that’s left for us…” 

“…is to live the best we can…” 

“..and love each other, to make up for everything that came before.”

I’m tagging everybody. Yes, that means YOU.  Here’s a little help if you need it:

@papofglencoe @thegirlfromoverthepond @safeinpeetasarms @lifeloveanddance @historywriter2007 @rosefyrefyre @finnicko-loves-anniec @xerxia31 @porchwood @twilightcakes @javistg @otrascosasseries @dandelion-sunset @dandelionlass @silvercistern @lovelizziekins @mega-aulover @notanislander @geekymoviemom@kleeklutch @pronetoobsess @bandathebillie @badnovels @muttpeeta @katnissdoesnotfollowback @peetamellarkthebaker @peetabreadgirl @burkygirl @thegreatorangedragon@lifeisshiny @chele20035 @igsy-blog @arabeth-thea @badnovels @everybirdfellsilent  @sponsormusings@izzysamson@victors-mockingjays @randomnoteforfuturereference@annebolyns@youarebeingridiculous@peetasallhehasleft@peetasbunmyoven@infinitegraces@elfincreature@lostmyselfinparadise@sothereff@samuelclaflins @seaquell @hutchhitched @jhutchmyanchor @gentlemama @hutcherette @norbertsmom @eala-musings @sohypothetically @sothereff @lovelizziekins @appleblossomgirl0305 @mega-aulover, @everllarkingjoshifer 

Phew! I really tried for everyone. Some of you may not even be writers at all or writing for the fandom. If I left you off, I’m sorry! Just jump in.  And tag me. I want to know what you come up with :).

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