why would you do this john green

'Shade' is Ragnor theory

From my LoS thoughts and theories post

This character, ‘Shade’,

  • Has green skin, and even though it was described as dark it could just be the lighting because they were in a dark green tent, and that made his skin seem dark, or something may have happened to make his skin darker,
  • HE DOES NOT HAVE THE LAST NAME SHADE—as he explicitly says, “You may call me Shade,” he said. “It is not my last name, but it will do.”
  • He ran away when he saw Magnus coming,
  • He conceals his identity, possibly in fear of something,
  • And he willingly helps Kit, Ty and Livvy.

The warlock John Shade, who has dark green skin and is from The Infernal Devices (some people think that he is the mystery character), I seem to recall is not that generous. Shade and his wife were also killed by shadowhunters—as well as his adoptive son being killed by someone directly involved with the Nephilim (Tessa). Why would he help three Nephilim after all that?

Cassandra Jean also sketched this scene with the mystery character, and captioned the drawing with ‘this scene was the best’. Why would it be the best? The scene it self wasn’t that exceptional, so if she considers this scene amazing it probably has something to do with the mystery character…it may seem a little far fetched, but Cassandra Jean is known to have a favourite warlock: Ragnor Fell.

ALSO, Cassandra Clare has always said that the one character she regretted killing off the most was Ragnor Fell. She also said this in an interview below:

We see Malcom return from the dead, but his appearance wasn’t mysterious at all. The only character we see appear mysteriously is ‘Shade’, possibly proving that ‘Shade’ is the resurrected character. 

‘Shade’ (Ragnor) concealed his identity probably in fear of people recognising him, possibly because necromancy is illegal, and if he were to be found out by anyone, he would be killed. Magnus knew Ragnor so well he could probably tell who he was by his voice, thus possibly explaining why 'Shade’ could have run away when Magnus appeared, hiding his identity by not revealing himself to Magnus.

'Shade’ also says: “You’re not the first Herondale I’ve met, not even the first with those eyes, like distilled twilight.”, “I have to say I never thought I’d have the pleasure of entertaining the Lost Herondale.” and “Who knew that was an inherited trait?”

Now, Ragnor knew Will Herondale well, if you recall Clockwork Prince. Well enough to know his sarcastic tone, and to remember the colour of his eyes. He also knew James Herondale, if you recall The Midnight Heir, from The Bane Chronicles.

The way that he says 'I never thought I’d have the pleasure of entertaining etc etc" suggests that he knew about the tale of the Lost Herondale before everyone knew it, before it was revealed as Kit. No one really knew about it beforehand, bar a few people, like Tessa, Jem, Alec (Magnus told him), Magnus and Catarina. Why would 'Shade’, a supposedly random warlock know about this tale beforehand? The answer is: Catarina. Magnus and Catarina knew about the Lost Herondale, which basically means Ragnor knew as well, because they were all so close. There is no way that Catarina and/or Magnus would withhold this information from Ragnor, thus again proving my theory that 'Shade’ may be Ragnor.

Continuing on from an earlier point, if Ragnor really has been resurrected, it is possible that his skin tone would have darkened in the process of resurrection, or something else may have happened to him along the way. It’s also possible that Ragnor took his disguise one step further by darkening his skin.

Ragnor has also helped Nephilim in the past (spying on the Herondales, agreeing to see Clary about Jocelyn, helping Jocelyn with her potion), and he would be likely to do it again by helping Livvy, Ty and Kit out.

I’m not saying 'Shade’ is Ragnor, but you guys — 'Shade’ is Ragnor.

This Is Going to Be About Heroes

Enough of the educators who were at ALAN/ NCTE ‘16 have asked me for the transcript of my keynote there that I’ve finally decided to post it. Here it is, give or take.


This is going to be about heroes.

I’m going to tell you three stories about heroes and bravery, and then I’m going to tell you how all three of those stories could be told differently.

Nowadays, I find myself a professional storyteller. A maker of heroes. I spend my days putting swords in stones, monsters under beds, ghosts in attics. I have learned that often the difference between a hero and a villain is merely the narrator I choose for the lens of the story. I have learned, too, that the difference between a horror and a romance is sometimes as simple as where I choose to begin the story. A tragedy and a comedy can convey the same events — the difference is in how you tell them.

I’ve also learned that this isn’t just true of the stories I write. It’s true in the story I’m living. The first hero I ever built was myself.

So. These three stories. I’m sharing these three stories about heroes because I want to talk about how the most important stories we tell are the ones we tell about ourselves. Those who have the power and wherewithal to change the narrative of the events around them are the ones who will change the future. Those who have the guts to say “that’s not my version of events” when they hear someone else telling their story are the ones who get to own their own story.

Here is story number one: I drove down to NCTE from my home in Virginia on Saturday. It was supposed to be about a seven and a half hour drive but it turned into a ten hour trip because of Atlanta traffic. Because of my car’s tiny gas tank, I ended up stopping for gas three times. Each time I pulled into a station, a thing happened, the same thing that’s been happening every time I park my car in a public place for the past month. I’ll get out of my car and swipe my card at the pump, feeling like there are eyes on me. I plug in my zip code and put the fuel nozzle in the car, and as I do, I’ll see that the eyes are attached to a motorist or a pedestrian who has paused to stare at me. By the time the tank is full and I’ve gotten my receipt, I’ll discover that they’ve made their way over to me. The conversation goes pretty much the same way every time.

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Who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!
—  John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Being completely honest, I liked the changes and additions.

If the show were exactly like the book clay would walk around town for one night. Not really doing much.

Like 98% of his development was introspective, so we needed him to interact with others to experience and understand that.

Also, by adding more to his relationship with Hannah it made it better.

It got rid of that ‘I’ve known you for 5 seconds but I love you’ trope that I know you all hate.

And it good rid of that annoying john green like quality that clay had. You know what I mean.

Coming 4/20 for Miniseries April: “Sher Trek” Part 1

A four-part Sherlock / Star Trek fusion fic / miniseries begins at AO3 on Thursday, April 20 as part of falltvseasonsherlock.tumblr.com‘s Miniseries April. Episode 1:

Captain John Watson and Enterprise are ordered to Janus VI, where a series of mysterious killings have halted production of the vital mineral pergium. But Watson’s orders to get the mining facility up and running aren’t made any simpler by his brilliant new First Officer’s stubborn insistence that the deaths aren’t what they seem — or by the discovery of the attempted genocide of a hitherto unknown alien species. Watson must now risk his new command on the deductions of a regulations-averse Vulcan and the chance that if the humans in this situation won’t see sense, maybe the aliens will…

The first part of this four-part fic will be published at AO3 on Thursday, April 20, 2017.  Parts 2, 3 and 4 will be published on April 27, May 4 and May 11: each new episode’s title and teaser will be revealed at the end of the episode preceding it.

Click “keep reading” for a preview excerpt from “A Study in Darkness”…

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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why did John Logan do this to me? Ethan was supposed to protect Vanessa. Not kill her. He was her protector. Lupus dei. Let me remind you of when he chose the "the lovers" card, let mE REMIND you of when he said to Vanessa "YOU WILL NOT SURRENDER WHILE I LIVE". wHY JOHN LOGAN whY. I've done nothing but love you and love these characters you can't take them away from me like this. Also: why. And what was season 3, anyway, why on Earth would he keep them apart for a whole season to then end the series? What am I supposed to do with my life now that Vanessa Ives is dead? Also: why is Eva Green so underrated? I need answers.
  • Murphy: Monty, you awake? *gently slaps the sleeping Monty*
  • Monty: *no response*
  • Murphy: *looks through Monty's pack* Wow.
  • Monty: *sleepily* What are you doing?
  • Murphy: I'm not doing anything, Monty. This is just a dream you're having.
  • Monty: Why are you going through my stuff?
  • Murphy: Right, but only in the dream, remember? Dream. Dreaming.
  • Monty: Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?
  • Murphy: I don't know that, Monty, okay? It's your dream! Take responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep.
knavesmire pt. 1 // tommy shelby

your strides are urgent, brusque, but never anxious as you make your way from the box to the betting rooms. someone to your left passes you a lit cigarette, which you take without glancing towards them. your chief accountant, taff, keeps pace with you to your right, head ducked, as the two of you speak in low voices. 

‘god help the fucking pikey who ever as much as breathed in the direction of my horses,’ you fume, inhaling sharply from the cigarette. 

the same hand from your left offers a glass of champagne, and you shove it away.

‘forgive me if i’m in no fucking mood for celebrating.’ 

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John’s Sons

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!reader
Word count: 748

Part 2 of October 2001

Sitting in the small diner, your nerves were getting to you. Across from you were two men who didn’t seem to believe what you were saying. Picking up your water, you took a sip. The one with green eyes, Dean, seemed angry, while the one with shaggy hair, Sam, was a bit more calm. Their personalities were like night and day.

“How do we know you’re really John’s kid?” Snapped Dean. Little did you know he’d switched your water with holy water, and your silverware with actual silver. Or that he had aimed a gun under the table at you.

You furrowed your brows. “Why would I lie about that? I haven’t heard from him in a few years, which is unusual. Mom said that maybe something happened, but since we don’t know where he was, there wasn’t anything I could do. I kept an eye on the news, read articles from other places. Just hoping for a clue.”

Sam looked a bit worried, but before he could get anything out, Dean was on you again. “If John had a daughter, we’d know!” He ground out.

“Yes, because he’s going to open up about his personal life to some guys he works with. Ever thought about maybe he didn’t want you to know?” You shot back.

“Of course he would!”

“And why’s that?”

Sam watched the two of you, actually slightly amused. You were a Winchester alright. “Because we’re his sons.” Sam said gently.

You stopped glaring at Dean and looked at him. “Daddy never mentioned other kids.” You breathed out. “Ever, and he was my best friend.”

Dean shook his head. “Obviously you weren’t his.” He looked almost smug.

“I’ve got to go.” Your eyes watered as you grabbed your purse and pulled out a ten. “Here.” Putting it on the table, you got up and hurried out.

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Philosophical Graphic Novels 

Word Count: 8,552 (good lord)

Warnings: Like… sex. a good bit of sex, yeah. Alcohol.

Summary: “You’re my favorite person,” Phil confesses quietly, his voice slurred and closer than Dan had anticipated. They don’t speak for some time, just lying there and staring at the ceiling like it’s a work of art instead of a plain white mess that occasionally leaks water. Not much run through Dan’s mind besides the fact that he’s never wanted to kiss a person more in his life. “I’ve never had anyone in this apartment besides you, Phil.”

A/N: jfc this took me like three weeks. not to complain but i’m complaining. I incorporate quite a bit of smut. please enjoy and thanks for reading xx

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character summaries

Clarke Griffin:

- is a bottom

- literally just sat down

- all bi herself

- tries v hard

Bellamy Blake:

- huge fcking nerd

- always aggressively caring

- dad jokes

- deserves many blowjobs

- would like clarke to have a nice day

Octavia blake:

- will fight you and your two year old son

- would also love to fight herself

- dreams of one day fighting the sun

- will not, however, fight lincoln or any horse


- just wants to lie down

- octavia

- listen to him he’s probs right

raven reyes:

- v sad and v kind

- goddess

- we are not worthy

- boner for da boom


- gemini

- has to physically reign in the gay

 Nathan miller:

- gay and grumpy

- wants to marry monty 

- a great thief 

jasper jordan:

- got impaled by a spear once

- 10/10 would do it again

monty green:

- loves plants

- loves you

- helped with genocide and carries the guilt with him everywhere he goes

- super cute

john murphy:

 -sarcasm and sadness

 -would rly rather not


 - has a crush on a girl who tried to kill him

 finn collins:

 -mmmm whatcha say

In Love and In Trouble

(Sequel to “What Are the Odds?”)

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 2662

Warnings: Swear Words

Summary: Alexander has yet to find out you are dating Thomas. How will he react?

You couldn’t help smiling as you typed away on your computer about Martha Washington’s shelter for stray cats. It was a fluff piece, but that wasn’t the reason you were smiling. No your reason for smiling was a cheeky man in a magenta coat. Ever since your date he had taken up residence in the corner of your mind, his roguish grin and mischievous eyes made you smile thoughtlessly as you went about your day.

You were about to start the conclusion of the article when you heard the loud thudding of someone knocking at your door.

You saved your progress, being extra cautious, and went to go open the door. Waiting for you on the other side was John.

“Hey, come in you’re early, I haven’t even started cooking yet, where is Alex?”

You opened the door and John took no time making himself comfortable on you sofa scanning over the visible section of the article on your computer.

“Alex sent me a text saying he is working late tonight so either he will show up here ridiculously late or he will be too distracted by work that George will need to drag him home after he knocks out on his desk. So I decided to show up early.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation at Alex’s work habits.

“Ok, that’s fine do you still want rice noodles with curry coconut sauce, or do you want something else?”

“Hmm. That’s at sounds fine but you can tone down the heat since Alex isn’t here.”

You smirked at John’s more sensitive taste buds, but nodded none the less making your way to the kitchen. John followed you plopping down on of the bar chair on the other side of the small counter so he could talk to you while you cooked.

You boiled water and turned to John.

“What are you making next week?”

John seemed to turn a bit green.

“Well I’m making…. Liver.”

You stopped what you were doing and gave him a completely baffled look.

“Why in the world would you do that? You hate liver…I hate liver, only Alex can stomach the stuff.”

He grimaced.

“Ummm yeah, me and Alex made a bet about the dating site we signed you up for. I bet that you would you get a date because of the web site, and Alex bet that you would delete your account before you got a date, and we checked for your account this morning and it was gone. So, now I have to make liver.”

You slapped your hand over your mouth , both in shock, and to hide your snort of laughter. You quickly schooled your expression before removing your hand addressing him.

“I can’t believe you guys are betting on my love life…”

He went to interrupt you, looking completely apologetic but you continued your sentence with a smug smirk on your face.

“…so poorly! Come on John do your research when you make a bet.”

Now it was his turn to look completely baffled.

“What are you talking about your profile was gone.”

You chuckled and gave him a faux disappointed look.

"Of course it’s gone, I deleted that horrible thing last night… right after my date.”

John stood up from his chair in shock, starting at you speechless for a good minute before he started jumping around in victory, pumping his arms, and laughing loudly.

“Damn right! Haha, no fucking liver for me, bwhaha.”

You rolled your eyes at him fondly, but stopped him anyway.

“John stop, geez…I know you and Alex living in the apartment below me means no noise complaints for the jumping, but I can still get in trouble with my other neighbors about yelling.”

He stopped jumping around like a maniac.

“Sorry, (Y/N), but Alex spent all morning celebrating his victory in the stupid bet.”

He looked to the side as if remembering something horrible before continuing.

“Anyway, you went on a date and you didn’t bother to tell us. How the hell how are we supposed to protect you from creepy internet guys if you don’t mention you going out with them?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose exasperated.

"Let’s not forget you signed me up to meet them.”

“That’s completely besides the point.”

“Pfft, sure it is.”

You snorted with laughter, and made your way back to the kitchen. John followed behind you jumping up to sit onto the counter next to the stove watching you with a smirk.


You raised you eyebrow and smirked back.

“Soooo what?”

He pushed your shoulder being careful not to hurt you.

“Come on (Y/N)! I see that stupid look on your face, you’re completely besotted.”

You tried to play it cool and smile slyly, but you could feel heat rise to your cheeks.


He pushed your shoulder again.

“Holy fuck you’re blushing! You never blush over guys!”

You finally shove his shoulder back pushing him off the counter, but he landed on his feet and just continued to talk.

“You went one date and now your blushing over him. Wait till Alex finds out!”

You winced at the thought of Alex finding out, because while as you agreed with Thomas that it would be beyond funny to see how Alex reacted to Thomas as your date, you knew it wouldn’t stay funny. When John stopped talking you knew he had seen your flinch. He gave you a measuring look before speaking.

“(Y/N)…. What is it?… No no, don’t shake your head I saw you flinch! Why did you flinch?”

You stopped shaking your head and breathe out a heavy sigh.

“Alex…isn’t going to be….happy….about this.”

John’s eyebrows shot up before furrowing together.

“(Y/N), what are you not telling me?”

“You know that ‘poofy haired idiot’ that Alexander is always ranting about?”

“Yeah, umm… Jefferson, what about him?”

You didn’t say anything and just continued stirring the food watching the noodles cook.

“(Y/N)… I don’t get it what?… Wait… NO… No no no no… You have to be fucking kidding…
Jefferson! Please tell me your joking! You did not go on a date last night with Jefferson! Oh my God! Alex is going to murder him!”

While he ranted you just bit your lip lightly and finished cooking, waiting for him to stop freaking out. After he made about three laps from the couch to the front door and declared Alex would murder your date for the third time, he finally calmed down enough to sit down at the table.

He laid his head on the table and groaned and you placed his food his bowl of food in front of him.

“I invited him to come to the play tomorrow.”

John lift his head from the table and gave a dry chuckle.

“Oh my god, you are insane…”

“Just hear me out. You are right I do really like him…I like him more than I have liked any guy in the past, and I really would like to continue seeing him. However, you and Alex are my best friends and if this can’t work, you guys come first,…but for my sake could you try to help me make it work?”

He grabbed the bowl and started twisting his fork to gather noodles. He just kept watching the twisting piece of silverware, even as it began to bulge with food.

Finally he met your eyes and pointed the loaded fork in your direction.

“Fine, I’ll help you, but I can already tell tomorrow is going to be a disaster.”

He stuffed the fork full of food in his mouth. You just smiled at him, and dug into your food as well. Most likely he was right and tomorrow would be a nightmare, but at least you had backup.

You paced the floor nervously, dressed nicely with light makeup, and your hair swept in to a comfortable but elegant style. Alex and John were your ride to the theater, and Thomas would meet you there.

Fear and anxiety plagued you and you couldn’t help feeling as though you were going to wrestle lions instead of going to see a play.

God was this was a bad idea, the humor of Alex’s reaction was not worth this anxiety!

You went to get your cell phone to cancel, but before you could you heard the oh so familiar rapid knocks on your door.

You put your phone back and took a deep breath before opening the door just in time to see Alex steel a kiss from John.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the couple before shutting the door and locking it behind you, and sighed.

“Well let’s get this over with.”

Alex laughed at you, before making his way downstairs towards the car.

“I know you don’t like the play (Y/N), but it is not that bad. Plus John told me your meeting your date there, you’re welcome by the way. I knew that signing you up for that website was a good idea.”

You shared a meaningful look with John who grimaced back, but you both followed Alex to the car.

Alex and John talked the entire time there, but you stayed in the back seat quietly with nerves twisting your insides. Any time Alex asked about it John waved it off as you being distracted by your date.

Finally, after parking the car, you made the short walk to the doors of the theater.

Alex started looking around for who could possibly be your date.

“So, where is this guy?”

You open your mouth to respond, but then you see him and are distracted by his bright jacket and even brighter smile directed at you. You smile back and start waking over ignoring Alex’s questions on where you were going.

Thomas started walking towards you as well, looking directly at you with his mischievous eyes, well until…

“Jefferson what the hell are you doing here…besides trying to ruining my night?!”

Ahh joy, Alex has spotted your date.

Thomas just rolled his eyes at Alex before continuing to approach, until he was within arms reach and giving Alex a smug grin.

"For your information Hamilton, I’m here on a date!”

Alex sneered back.

"HA! What moron would date a pretentious, self righteous, ass like you?!”

You frowned at how aggressive Alex was being so you stepped forward in front Thomas and squared your shoulders in a false display of confidence.

“He is my date Alexander!”

His shocked face was even better then you had anticipated. His eyes were frighteningly wide, his jaw nearly hit the floor with how fast it dropped, and his brows nearly disappeared into his hair line.

You could hear Thomas laugh loudly behind you and you could see John try and cover his amused smirk behind his hand. Your lips puckered in an attempt not to laugh but you could tell you were failing, but that soon changed because Alex composed himself. You could feel your shoulders tense preparing for the shit-storm you knew was coming.

“That is not funny (Y/N)…”

You could practically hear his teeth grinding together as he glared at the still grinning Thomas behind you and just as you were about to explain the situation… Thomas spoke instead…

“It is not funny because, it is not a joke Hamilton, (Y/N) is my lovely date tonight. Although to give credit were it is due, it is all thanks of you!”

Well… There goes controlling the situation… You sigh in annoyance as you watch Alex get angrier.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

Thomas responded to the grit teeth and glare with a grin.

“Well you were the one to sign her up on that wonderful website, right? That’s were I met her and I bet her I could make her fall in love with me before the date concluded.”

Now both Alex and John looked at you in shock and you just looked exasperated. You won that stupid bet and Thomas just had to be a little shit and say it like that.

“Really? Really? Why do you insist on making this harder for me then it already is?”

You could see his smirk slide off his face in the face of your anger, but you just turned back to Alex and poke him in the chest.

“And you could you calm down for a second! I really like Thomas, and I get that you don’t. I’m not asking you to be friends, all I’m asking is for you not to get mad because I actually like him!”

You sighed feeling better after yelling, so you continued at a whisper.

“I want this to work…. You and John are my best friends, but…. I want to keep seeing Thomas.”

You waited for his response, but before he could say anything Thomas spun you around and stole a kiss.

You heard a commotion behind you and turned in time to see John drag a fuming Alex away to talk, so you looked back at Thomas whose eyes glittered with mischief.

“Your really not helping the situation I hope you know that…” You let out a deep sigh, “So? Will this work or am I fooling myself?”

He just wrapped his arms around you and leaned down so his nose barely bushed yours.

“I don’t think your fooling yourself. If it means I can kiss you again, I can make it work between Hamilton and I.”

He leaned down a bit more to steal another kiss, but the obnoxious sound of someone clearing their throat stopped him.

As expected there was Alex with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and a frown firmly on his face. So you pulled yourself from Thomas’s grip and faced him. This was it, the moment that decided if you would see Thomas again. If Alex asked you not to date him then you wouldn’t, but you hoped, maybe naïvely so, that Alex would give you his acceptance.

Thomas lightly held your waist and you couldn’t help but wonder if he understood the full impact
Alex’s next words would have.

Alex uncrossed his arms, but kept his fist clenched and he finally spoke.

“If he does anything! And I mean anything to hurt you, I’ll personally make sure they never find his body!”

He went to say more but you ran up hugged him tightly before pulling away and giving him your most sincere smile.

“I know you don’t like him, so thank you for standing by me.”

Alex smiled weakly back at you.

“John said he actually makes you blush, and that you do really, for some god forsaken reason, like the guy. So… I guess that means I’ll be seeing quite a bit more of him than I prefer, but… hell… if he makes you happy I can…. dammit….I guess I can tolerate him.”

You gave Alex another hug before giving John a hug, and you finally turned back to Thomas who gave you a smile and reached out for his hug. You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation, and ran over to him and hugged him before pulling his head down so you could kiss him which he reciprocated eagerly.

You could hear Alex complaining to John in the background, but you didn’t care.

Well until you heard John yell as he started walking away with a protesting Alex.

“Come on guys we are going to miss the show at this rate.”

You finally pulled away from Thomas and started walking towards the theater, calling to him behind you as you went.

“Come on, if I am going to sit though this overrated play about teen rebellion then I’ll need some company.”

He caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Haha, would you be willing to have another go at our wager, my dear?“


divxrtion  asked:

Hello! What other books do you recommend if i loved The Night Circus, Looking For Alaska and Perks Of Being A Wallflower? Thanks! Love your blog btw!


I’ve done a whole bunch of books for fans of John Green here and it has all the details on why fans will like them, so I’m sure you’ll find one there you’ll like. Lots of those would work for fans of Perks, too. 

But I HAVEN’T done a list for The Night Circus, so here are 3 books that blend history and magic!

The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo is another detailed and inventive story that draws readers into another world that are rich in imagination and visual imagery. It has a distinctive setting and a tinge of romance and is inspired by Chinese folklore.

The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker is also imaginative about an unusual pair — a golem, made from clay, and a jinni, born from fire, who meet in New York. It’s inspired by Yiddish tales. 

In The Paper Magician by Charlie Holmberg, the characters also learn that magic has a darker side. 

 Hope you find a book you’ll love! 

- molly 

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Dear Tumblr,

I am a Brony. 

I know. Shocking as fuck.

Yes, I am a brony. I have an MLP;FiM pillow on my bed, a Rainbow Dash plushie and a Dashie blanket for my couch. 

You guys, though, you seem to have a problem with us. 

A serious problem. 

It’s pretty fucking bullshit, if we’re being honest. 

You guys are the assholes on this one, and here’s why:

1) The Lies

One of the biggest lies you guys tell is that we’re all perverts and predators. I mean, really? I’m not. Neither is Seth Green, Robert Pattinson, Stephen Colbert, John Cena, Lady GaGa, Quvenzhane Wallis, Sofia Coppola, Molly Ringwald, Or Rupert Grint. 

Another common lie is that if you google MLP you’re immediately assaulted with pony pr0n. Lets test it!

So I typed in what anyone looking for MLP would type: My little pony

well, nothing risque here

nothing on page 2, either…

page 3 is clean…

I must be doing this wrong because I’m 4 pages in and there aint shit here

Well damn, 5 pages deep, out of pics, and not a single pornographic or in any way sexual picture. 

Myth busted. 

2) The Really Sexist, Borderline Homophobic Attitudes

Are you guys kidding me with this shit though? A common thing I hear is that this show is a girl show and men shouldn’t watch it because ‘it will ruin it for the kids’ and 'confuse them’ or 'scare them’. 

Applebloom ain’t impressed by your bullshit. 

You guys claim that 'masculinity is toxic’ and that gendered products are stupid…so why in the fuck would you, upon meeting people actively disregarding gender norms and masculine things in favor of something traditionally girly because they find it pleasing, would you suddenly insist that they don’t belong there? Also, you claim to be LGBT friendly but a bunch of you call bronies faggots. Wtf, guys?

Which brings me to my next point…

3) The Staggering Hypocrisy 

Wow you guys are fucking hypocrites though. Adventure Time is huge on this site, like fuckmassive huge. 

You guys love it, even though it hits literally every point you hate about bronies. 

The fanbase is the wrong age (teens to mid 20’s), the wrong gender (female) and they are obsessive. They make pornographic fan art of characters. They write fanfictions that ranges from grimdark to pornographic to crossovers into other fandoms. 

In short, you guys are kind of assholes to Bronies for no reason other than to be assholes. 

Celestia is SO damn dissapoint. 

Sincerely, Lea.

When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something SLUGS can do? I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not THAT important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning foe even though you don’t know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!

Will Grayson.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan (pg. 259)

Who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like its the most important thing humans do, but come on. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five-forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you?
—  Will Grayson, Will Grayson 

certainmentalityface  asked:

Hi, I've read the theory on Tommy possibly being alive by use of the Lazarus Pit and is now evil and probably running with Damien Darhk. So, if you are taking prompts could you write something like Oliver and Felicity meeting Damien and notices Tommy by his side, but Tommy doesn't know any of them and Damien just smirks.

SO I’ve had this in my drafts since last prompts and I thought now I’ve reopened them I’d finally write it… this is based on this: THEORY by a friend quant-um-fizzx​ THIS will contain spoilers for Arrow season 4, and of course speculation :P… anyway I hope you enjoy :). (tags under the cut)

The Darhkness.

It was dark and cold, and actually raining. It was rare for it to rain in Starling, Star City as it had now been renamed. Oliver and Felicity had been back about 2 weeks, the impending threat of Damien Darhk on their city, their friends, their family, was enough to pull them back into this world. They didn’t mind though, this time was different they knew they could be happy, could find happiness within themselves and each other, in whatever they did. So donning a new suit, becoming the Green Arrow, getting back into a new lair, a new system it was like riding a bike, it came back naturally.

But tonight they were finally meeting the man behind all the strange occurrences; mysterious deaths, strange weather changes, missing people, missing weapons, missing chemicals. Whatever Damien was up to he had made it very clear from the start he had no good intentions. He was evil, in its simplest form. He just did whatever the hell he wanted, hurting people for the fun of it. So when he called out the Green Arrow to meet him and to bring his entire team including the unknown blonde, well that made Oliver’s blood boil.

And so here they were stood in an abandoned warehouse, the rain beating hard on the roof echoing through the blank space. It was eerie, and way too quiet. The sound of footsteps had the whole team on edge; Felicity was stood between Oliver and Diggle with Thea the other side of him with Laurel beside her. All of them bar Felicity had their suits on, their masks in place, their identities sealed.

“Finally I get to meet the man of my dreams.” Damien walked purposefully out of the shadows his blonde hair and blue eyes startling in the darkness, an astonishing contrast to the man that he was underneath the perfectly tailored suit. “I mean you destroyed my biggest enemy with a mere blade. Old fashioned but it gets the job done.” Two more men flanked his sides one had a hood up obscuring his identity a quiver with arrows on his back, a bow in hand with various weapons adorning his armour. The other just scowled at the team, his head shaved and eyes dark, he had blades attached to his back, guns on his hips and a shot gun in hand.

“You mean Ra’s.” Oliver’s voice modulator replied.

“Ah yes my dear friend.” Damien laughed then. “He was always the biggest thorn in my side but Merlyn now that’s a man I can trust.” The gang exchanged side way glances. “Oh didn’t you know that Merlyn works for me?”

“You’re lying.” Thea shot out.

“Speedy.” Oliver replied sharply.

“I think you’re definitely your father’s daughter.” Felicity tried to hide her gasp. But Damien merely laughed. “Do you really think I wouldn’t know who my enemies are? John Diggle, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, Felicity Smoak and the one and only, the Green Arrow himself, Oliver Queen.” He did a mock bow before standing up with a smirk.

“What do you want Damien?” Oliver dropped the voice modulator.

“What every bad guy wants the world.” He laughed then before he turned back to them. “Join me; you could all be real assets to my team.”

“Why would we join you?”

“Because I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“We have what we want right here.” Felicity said standing taller.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, a little spitfire.” She frowned then.

“How do you know my mother?”

“Because I know your father.” Her mouth fell open. “I can give you all you need on him. John I can give you the necessary information about your brother’s death… I can give you direction and purpose Thea… I can give you back the love of your life Laurel; I am the bringer of death, the giver of life-”

“You aren’t a god.” Oliver replied.

“Oh no my friend I’m much bigger than gods, I’m a man with the means to destroy the world, and take everything and everyone he wants.” He gestured his hand up and the hooded henchman slowly pulled back his hood. A head of dark hair was revealed till he looked up and his blue eyes scanned the group.

“Tommy?” Laurel stuttered out taking a step closer. Thea’s arm shot out to stop her. Oliver stared into the eyes of his childhood friend, but this wasn’t the Tommy he had known. He didn’t smile, his eyes didn’t sparkle he looked almost dead inside. Felicity’s hand automatically shot to his arm grounding him, making him feel more secure. Damien stood there with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Tommy?” Oliver said staring at him. He didn’t react to the name didn’t even move.

“What did you do to him you?!” Laurel screeched, unable to hide her obvious anger.

“Thomas.” Damien spoke raising his hand, without a word Tommy grabbed an arrow and notched it in his bow aiming directly at Oliver. Oliver didn’t move, his grasp tightened on his own bow as he watched Tommy move along the line before settling it back on Oliver.

“Tommy you don’t need to do this.” Laurel said softly.

“I don’t know this Tommy you speak of.” He replied flatly, his voice huskier, deeper, and darker than before.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Oliver asked through gritted teeth staring at the blonde haired guy.

“Me? I only did what I was asked.” Damien smirked. “You should probably ask Merlyn, it was after all what he wanted.” The group frowned, their eyes never leaving the 3 men in front of them.

“So you brainwashed him? He wasn’t really dead?” Laurel asked completely taken aback.

“I brought him back to life.”

“The Lazarus pit waters…” Oliver whispered and Damien’s smirk deepened.

“Clever man! The ceremony wasn’t done properly and those waters can change a man… in his soul.” Oliver’s mind flashed back to Malcolm using that exact phrase.

“Your Malcolms source…”

“Oh I’m much more than that.” He grinned, glancing back at Tommy. “I gave him the son he always dreamt of. But you Mr Queen, you are something else, your whole team is.” He stared at them all eyes roaming up and down each of them as he smiled knowingly.

“What and so you think we’ll join you?”

“Eventually yes…” Oliver scoffed shaking his head. “I’ve killed more important and skilled men than you Mr Queen; it’ll take a lot to bring down me and my organisation, H.I.V.E.” Diggles stance change slightly.

“We’ll defeat you.” Damien laughed then as he raised his hand; Tommy placed the arrow back in his quiver, standing back in place with bow by his side.

“I have eyes and ears everywhere Mr Queen; you’ll never truly defeat me. You’ll all come round to my way of thinking, one way or another you’ll all realise what I have to offer is exactly what you want.” Oliver shook his head and Damien laughed once more, he threw something to the ground causing a puff of smoke and the 3 disappeared as if by magic.

The warehouse fell into silence once more, the rain beating even heavier on the roof as the team stood there in a state of stunned silence.

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