Silmarillion Onion Headlines: Part One, Finwëans
  • Finwe: Family Infighting Apparent In Funeral Guest Book
  • Miriel: Family Moves Elderly Aunt Into Subconscious
  • Indis: Man Likes Woman So Much He Marries Her
  • Feanor: Mother Trying Her Best To Project Same Amount Of Insecurities Onto All Her Daughters
  • Fingolfin: Lofty Ambitions To Shovel Entire Width Of Driveway Scaled Back To Only Shoveling Thin Path For Car
  • Finarfin: Study: Majority Of Humans Happiest When Rest Of Family Still Asleep
  • Maedhros: True Courage Is Knowing You're Wrong But Refusing To Admit It
  • Maglor: Local Man Might As Well Just Give Up
  • Celegorm: Man's Relationship Advice Same As His Hunting Tips
  • Caranthir: Cousins Meaner This Year
  • Curufin: Trophy Son Half Father's Age
  • Ambarussa: Coast Guard Sinks Vacant Ship
  • Fingon: Vanquished Foe's Skull Makes Surprisingly Bad Wine Goblet
  • Turgon: Congress Members Spend Afternoon Drawing Pictures Of Their Dream Capitals
  • Elenwe: Emergency Crews Attempt To Rescue Olympic Figure Skater Who Fell Through Ice
  • Aredhel: Woman Had No Idea Participating In 5K Walk Could Be So Unrewarding
  • Argon: BREAKING: Friend Who Just Got Motorcycle Already Dead
  • Finrod: Report: None Of Good Cousins Coming To Thanksgiving This Year
  • Angrod: Report: That Was Very Stupid Thing To Say
  • Aegnor: How One Hot New Device Helps Couples Drag Out Their Doomed Relationship That Extra Month Or Two
  • Galadriel: Sole Surviving Bridge Club Member Didn't Want To Win Like This
  • Celebrimbor: Captor, Captive Have Different Senses Of Humor
  • Idril: Woman Leaving Meeting Worried She Came Off As Too Competent
  • Maeglin: Nuclear Warhead Thrilled For Chance To Finally Escape North Korea
  • Orodreth: It Kind Of Sweet CEO Thinks He Doing Good Job
  • Finduilas: Geopolitical Balance Of Power Somehow Unaffected By Death Of Princess

(this is probably gonna be a long oneshot and once there’s more it’ll be on ao3 but for now, let me know what you think?)

There are things that Kent can handle, and then there are things that Kent cannot, under any circumstances, in any universe, even begin to handle.

As it turns out, watching Jack Zimmermann, Alexei Mashkov, Randall Robinson, and Sebastian St. Martin attempt to build a deck is one of the things that he can’t handle, because holy fucking shit.

It’s about a million degrees out, and they’re all shirtless and covered in sweat and, yeah, it’s the off season, but they’re still professional fucking hockey players, for fucks sake, and Kent realizes then and there that accepting the invitation to spend the week at Jack and Bitty’s new cottage was definitely a mistake because, really.

Except for Mashkov, everybody brought their families, and they’re all friends, and they’re all teammates, and Kent is 99% sure that his invite was a pity one prompted by the Aces losing the Stanley Cup in game seven against the Stars, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong there at all, and he can’t help but think it’s because he doesn’t.

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best friends with Park Jimin

•Waking up to morning texts from him.

•If you didn’t respond, he’d start to spam your phone.

•When you did respond in time he’d face time you knowing full and well that you haven’t even washed your face yet.

•You answering the facetime but hiding ¾ of your face behind a pillow.

•his voice being raspy since it was still early in the morning.

• mentioning you want to get breakfast with him.

•him whining about going into public “this early in the morning” but agreeing anyways.

•stealing food off each others plates when the other isn’t looking.

•you both finish your meals around the same time and start chatting.

•Jimin’s phone buzzes and he gets distracted so you pull out your phone and start taking pictures of him.

•him not realizing at all.

•the waitress you had eventually tells you guys to leave since it was already past 12 (it was a breakfast/brunch kind of place)

•you take more pictures of Jimin, but he notices so he hides himself.

•bringing Jimin back to your apartment so you could chat more.

•talking for hours upon hours

•bringing out the wine

•drinking in the afternoon because you can.

•making stupid and weird faces at each other

•Jimin made plans to go to a party later that evening so he had to go.

•calling him a cab

• a long hug and a tickle war erupts before he has to go.
•Jimin leaves.

•you start getting ready for bed.

•finally you flop onto your bed ready to
watch a movie and hopefully fall asleep soon.

•1:21 a.m in the morning you wake up to hear your phone going off.

•one missed call from ‘Jiminie’

•you pick up your phone and it buzzes

• the notification appears and you read the words “Are you awake?”

•you’re about to unlock your phone but another notification appears.

• “please don’t be asleep. I’m drunk and need to tell you how much I love you”

•you stare at your screen in disbelief.

• Your phone starts vibrating.

• Jimin is calling you.


Spirit in the House - Chap 6/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: Mention of Drinking, Mention of Cheating, Language, Violence

A/N: Good ol’ Peggy Carter throwing punches. Also lines taken from the movie, I obviously don’t own that. Hope you’ll all like this one :)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

“Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.” Bucky chastised.

You clutched your belly and doubled over. “I’m sorry, but it kind of is.”

You both walked towards Peggy’s house. Bucky was a nervous mess as he climbed the three steps to her front door.

“What am I going to tell her?”

“That you’re a cop and you’re investigating my case.”

“She just caught me talking to myself. I should tell her I can see your spirit.”

His words made you turn around.

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A Triptych of Teeny Weeny Zimbits Future Fics...

“What about this one?”  Alicia asked as she held up a red DVF wrap dress to her body.

Bitty shook his head.  

“I like the green better.”

She smiled and nodded in agreement, “You are so right, sweetheart.”

“Great!  Now are we ready for the glass of wine you’ve been promising all afternoon?”

Alicia nodded and wrapped her arm around her son-in-law’s as they walked toward the register.  “God, yes.  And some dessert?”

“You know it, sister.”


“That’s quite a pickle you’ve gotten yourself into, Jack,” Coach said as the two looked at Jack’s golf ball stubbornly settled into the sand trap.


“Exactly, son. That bunker’s got your ball, but good.”

Jack studied the ball carefully then looked at Coach who put his hand on Jack’s shoulder and said, “Remember, if you hit the sand too early, it’ll dig instead of skip.”

Jack nodded and took a swing, as Coach smiled in approval.

“That’s it. That’s it right there!”


Alicia, Bob, Coach and Suzanne had finally left after spending a week with Jack and Bitty, and while they were ecstatic to have their parents at home with them, they were now exhausted and happy to be alone.

“Did you put the chicken in the fridge?”

“Shit, I forgot.”


“But I’m already in bed, Bits.”

“So you’re just gonna let it spoil?”

“I’m tired,” Jack groaned and muttered his protests as he buried his head into his husband’s neck.

“No sir!  Cuddling me isn’t going to work.  Go downstairs.  Go on – I’m not going to do it.”

Jack nibbled Bitty’s neck, as Bitty squealed.

“Jack Laurent Bittle-Zimmermann, get your glorious ass downstairs and put the damn chicken away.”

“Fine,” Jack said as he rose from the bed and began to pout.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yeah?” Jack asked as he stood by the door frame.


Jack suddenly reached out and caught what he then realized were Bitty’s underwear.  He laughed and swung them around his head before he flung them back toward Bitty.  He walked down the hall.

“And hurry back!” Bitty called out.

Jack happily ran downstairs to their kitchen to put the leftover chicken away, then joined his naked husband waiting in their bed.

anonymous asked:

Callout for Taako: keeps bringing the literal embodiment of DEATH to the Chug-n-Squeeze for date night. I know Kravitz is a nice guy once you get to know him, but people aren't eager to make friends with the grim reaper when they find him making pottery and drinking wine on a Tuesday afternoon. You're scaring away all the customers my dude. -Pat, Chug-n-Squeeze reception. (P.S. I've been hoping for a raise for a while if you uh, wanna talk to my manager?)


Getting kisses.

Elijah x reader ((Multiple kisses in this short story)) A small game between two lovers. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Elijah sat reading a book, drinking wine. It was a nice cool afternoon. There was peace, or so he thought. The chair he sat on was facing the window. Y/N was crawling on the floor, trying to be as silent as possible. She crawled right behind his chair, slowly got up and placed her hands over his eyes. Elijah sighed knowing it was her. “Y/N, what are you doing?” She didn’t answer him but instead pulled his head back leaned over and kissed his lips. He chuckled into the kiss,before he kissed back she pulled away and left him. “Wait… I was enjoying that..” Elijah called after her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Elijah was talking to his brother Klaus about Hope. He was suddenly turned around and met with a pair of lips against his own. Then quickly turned back to his original position. Confused on what just happened he looked to his brother for answers. “You’re lover, you’re problem.” Klaus shrugged with a chuckle. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Sleeping in his bed, he turned on his back. Suddenly he felt a weight straddling him,his eyes shot open to find a pair of closed eyes and lips on his own. He rolled them over before she could escape from him. “Morning to you too..” he purred still abit sleepy and tried to kiss her. She rolled them back over and she jumped off the bed and left the room. Elijah sighed. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Y/N was in the Mikaelson family library in the mansion in Mystic Falls. She was reaching for a book when a hand reached it before her holding it up from her. She whined and cursed her hight and tried jumping for it Elijah chuckled at her efforts and kissed her as she tried to jump one more time holding her still for a moment before giving her the book and walking away. Not stopping when he heard “Wait!” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Elijah found Y/N sitting a the table with a shake in her hand, she was on her phone playing with an app, as she turned her head to take a sip of her shake, her lips were met by his giving a gentle sweet kiss before he walked away, she shook her head smiling. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Very angry at his brother, Elijah sat in his room, not doing anything in particular just sitting there until he calmed down. He didn’t like talking when he was angry, he wanted a clear and calm mind before confronting the issue. Deep in thought, he just noticed Y/N walking in his direction. She straddles his lap and rubs his shoulders. He places his hands on her hips rubbing small circles against them. He sighs “I’m sorry love, I am in no mood for our game today…” she didn’t say anything but kissed him. “Y/N…” Elijah began “No games Elijah, just wanted to comfort my beloved…” she said kissing his cheek. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, feeling his body relax, Elijah breathed her in and closed his eyes. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Y/N sighed into the warm water, she was done bathing herself,now she was just there enjoying the feel. Suddenly she was turned around and a body pressed into hers, her lips were taken by another pair. Elijah cupped her face and kisses her passionately. As she got into the kiss he pulled away leaving her breathless. Elijah didn’t care his shirt had gotten soaked, he smiled as he heard her whine for him to come back. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ “You play unfair Elijah.” Y/N said suddenly. “My dear I play by the rules.” Elijah said looking up from his book. “I am more than fair.” He added. “Lies” she pouted. “I have no reason to lie my sweet. It is you however that should start playing fair.” Elijah chuckled returning his gaze at his book. “I wasn’t the one who revealed her breast to shock me.” He said smiling at the memory, after he was in shock because she flashed him infront of his brothers Klaus and Kol she ran up to him and kissed him running away before he could process what happened. “That was a good gameplan though…” she laughed. Elijah replied “Point being, you should follow the rules of our game Y/N. Unless you want me to punish you of course..” he glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. “That would definitely be a game changer” she smirked liking the idea of his punishment. “My dear you forget I said punish not reward.” Elijah shook his head. She smiled flirtatiously “Same thing.” ~End~ hope you like it Gifs are not mine! More coming!

Originally posted by cecika

Originally posted by -voddeke-

taqsyq  asked:

Could you please write domestic headcanons for Tyki, Cross, Road, and Wisely? C: 💕

Originally posted by pirates-in-wonderland

  • Tyki likes the idea of having a domestic life. He’s pretty decent at living one, too.
  • He can be lazy though so expect only minimal housework done from him.
  • He’s the type to keep you from getting out of bed in the morning/middle of the night. Again, he’s lazy. If you get up, that usually means he has to get up, too.
  • He’s an okay cook, but I think you’d be better off cooking yourself. He’s more of a “survival cooking” kind of guy.

Originally posted by shiroyoh

  • Cross? Being domestic? Perish the thought.
  • His life on the go along side him having had to take care of Allen means he’s learned how to do some household chores well. He won’t go out of his way to do them unless you bribe him too.
  • Really likes unwinding and cuddling with you with a bottle of wine in the evening. And afternoon. And morning- Cross, put the bottle down, it’s 8 in the morning.
  • You thought you would have to sleep with one eye open to keep him from running off but no, when it comes to you, you can usually get him to stay. 

Originally posted by seieiryu

  • Road’s got the whole “domestic” part down. She’s become family oriented, thanks to Sheril and the rest of the Clan of Noah.
  • She likes to think of anything domestic you two do as “playing house” even though Road is a damn adult woman. You are at least 45, act your age.
  • Your wardrobe is now also her wardrobe. It doesn’t matter what your style is, you will find half of your clothes missing because she has them. She’ll deny it, though, even if she’s wearing your clothes as she speaks.
  • She cling. She literally hangs off of you when she wants attention. That’s okay, though, she’s light. What isn’t okay is how often she wants your attention.

Originally posted by yahoohanjizoe

  • Wisely is another one who clings in the morning/middle of night. However, with him, you can drag him out of bed with you. He just clings onto you.
  • He’s exceptionally clingy when he’s trying to wake up. You’ll be in the kitchen and the next thing you know you have a curly mop of hair tickling your face as he drops his head onto your shoulder, holding onto you.
  • Feed this boy! He’s too thin. That’s part of the reason he’s so easy to drag out of bed in the morning: he doesn’t weigh much.
  • When the two of you have nothing else to do, or you are busy with something else, he likes to play a game where he guesses what’s on your mind without reading it. Of course, during these games you give him permission to read it, but he doesn’t until he breaks and can’t guess what your thinking.

thisbirdhadflown  asked:

eruri, 15

#15 - “Kind of romantic, isn’t it?”

When the rain starts, the first words out of Levi’s mouth are, “I’m going to kill you.”

Which is unfair, really. Erwin doesn’t control the weather. He does, however, control the fact that he and Levi are in an open field instead of home and dry where they belong.

Erwin yanks a blanket out of the picnic basket and tries to throw it over the two of them. It’s better than being rained on in the same way that smelling food you can’t eat is better than starving - which is to say, it’s not better at all. The wool quickly gets soaked through, and the height disparity between Levi and Erwin makes sharing the shelter awkward, to say the least. The wet ends of the blanket droop down and end up smacking Levi in the face as they hurry across the field to an abandoned shed at the very edge of it.

It had been Erwin’s turn to pick their date activity. Erwin had picked a picnic. Levi generally disapproved of picnics. Bugs could get into your food, dirt could get into your food, and, apparently, rain water could, get into everything.

They make it to the shed, and Erwin drops the blanket to peek in, accidentally dropping the sodden cloth on Levi’s already-wet head. “It’s empty,” Erwin says, and the two of them duck inside.

It’s unclear why someone once built a shed next to a field of wildflowers, but it doesn’t look like it’s being used for anything at the moment. Levi lets the blanket drop by the doorway and steps into the dryness. Rain pelts the roof and seems to echo within the small space.

Erwin takes out the extra picnic blanket, which had only gotten a tiny bit wet, and, to his credit, gallantly drapes it around Levi. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “The weather report said no rain today.”

“Fucking summer showers popping up out of nowhere,” Levi supplies as a grumpy explanation.

Erwin nods. Then he crouches down onto the floor and opens their picnic basket. “It looks like most of the food’s ok,” he says. “The tarts were wrapped tight. Wet fruit’s no big deal.” He picks up a sandwich and squeezes it experimentally. “Sandwiches are only slightly soggy.”

Levi grimaces. “I’ll pass.”

“And the most important part is completely in tact,” Erwin says, pulling the wine bottle out of the basket with a smile.

Levi sits down on the floor next to Erwin, pulling the blanket close, and picks up a tart while Erwin uncorks the wine. He pours a glass for Levi and one for himself, then holds his glass up with a wry smile and says, “Cheers.”

Levi dutifully clinks his glass against Erwin’s. They eat and drink in silence for a time, watching the rain stream down the little window that barely lets any light into the shed. The wine gradually warms Levi, and he grows even warmer when he moves closer to let Erwin share the blanket.

After a time, Erwin breaks the silence with, “Kind of romantic, isn’t it?”

Levi snorts derisively and says, “No.” He turns to face Erwin, ready to say something sarcastic.

But then, unexpectedly, Levi’s breath catches. That happens sometimes when he’s around Erwin. For no reason, in the midst of doing something totally normal, Levi will look at Erwin and forget how to breathe for a moment. It happens at the stupidest times - when Erwin’s engrossed in a book, when he’s humming while cooking dinner, when he’s stretching after waking up in the morning.

Right now, when he has wet hair plastered to his face and wine glistening on his lips and a stupid, amused, adoring smile on his face.

Levi opens his mouth to say something biting about how it’s not romantic at all. But what comes out of his mouth is, “… yeah. Yeah, I guess it is kind of romantic.”

Erwin wraps an arm around Levi and refills his wine glass. They pass the afternoon like that, sharing warmth, sharing wine. Sharing kisses until long after the rain stops.

thevikingwoman  asked:

prompt for dancer Surana! Meeting Solas for dinner or coffee - either intentionally or maybe by accident?

Glimpses: So Jealous

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Surana x Solas

Warnings: Age gap, mentions of sex work

Takes place in the same verse as Revolutionary.

Eirwen leaned back in her seat, frowning, looking over her nails. They gleamed a deep wine red in the bright afternoon light; it was probably time to get them done again. She always hated doing it because it was so expensive, as she had to get the fancy gel or it wouldn’t last at all. 

Her coffee was iced, as always. Summers in Val Royeaux were always so hot and dry that even in the winter she liked the chill. And the coffee at this place was always good. They knew her and made her drink perfectly. 

The door chimed and she ignored it, used to the sound and the strangers that wandered in. But this was different -she heard footsteps coming towards her, felt a presence at her back. With a raised brow she turned, and her eyes widened slightly. 

“Hello,” she said, looking Solas up and down. “You don’t come here very often, do you?”

“I do,” he corrected evenly, a slight smile on his lips. “But in the morning. When you are most likely not awake.”

“That is a correct assumption.”

He went to the counter and ordered a simple black coffee -because of course he did. Then he returned to her, almost nervously. “May I join you?”

“Sure. Don’t get too excited though, I’m off-duty.”

He rolled his eyes and sat across from her, noting her drink. “You like it sweet.”

She nodded. “You like it pretentious.”

He snorted and tilted his head. “You are always so abusive towards me.”

“Mm…” She took a long sip. “And yet still you sit. So,” she nodded toward the window, where bright afternoon light streamed in. “If you normally stop by in the morning, what brings you here now?”

“I am meeting with a friend.”

“Oh? What kind of friend?”

He sat back, smirking. “Why the curiosity?”

“Conversation.” The barista called his name and he stood to get his drink, then returned to her. “They must be late.”

“So it seems,” he cleared his throat and took a careful sip, jaw stiffening at the bitterness. “She never was good with deadlines.”


“A friend, Surana. So jealous,” he chided, and she scoffed. But before she could reply a tall, dark-skinned elven woman with straight black hair walked in and smiled softly at him. She was classically, absurdly beautiful, with a loose green shirt and tight blue skinny jeans adorning her statuesque figure.

Eirwen drank and sat back, raising an eyebrow. “You have a type.”

He glowered at her before gesturing for the woman to join them. She smiled and walked to them, her cork wedges clicking on the hardwood floor of the cafe. “Ina,” he said, standing to hug her. She smiled and squeezed him tightly before stepping back. “It’s so nice to see you again.” He pulled a chair for her and she sat down, thanking him profusely. 

“Hi,” she said, immediately turning to Eirwen. “Ina Moss. It’s great to finally meet you, Solas has told me such wonderful things.”

“Has he?” Eirwen smirked at him, noting the slight twitch in his lips at her tone.

“Ina was originally my partner for this competition,” he explained, looking between the two girls. “She’s a dance student at VRU.”

“Really?” Eirwen raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “As an elf? How does that go?”

“About as well as you’d expect,” Ina replied, her smile fading. “There are only three of us in the entire major. It’s… difficult to get in even as a shem, but for elves?” She shook her head.

“You must be very good then,” Eirwen offered, earning another ‘look’ from Solas. 

“I mean…” Ina laughed, sitting forward a bit and looking Eirwen in the eye. “I’ve been practicing for a long time.”

“It helps that you’re so gorgeous,” Eirwen replied, her intention with such a compliment unclear. Ina blushed, looking taken aback. 

“Aha, thank you. You’re very pretty yourself, though. Are you Rivaini?”

Eirwen nodded. “Are you?”

“Half. My mother is Antivan-Dalish, my father is from Llomerryn. I used to visit when I was young. It’s such a beautiful country.”

“Would you like anything to drink, Ina?” Solas interjected. 

Ina laughed and nodded, standing. “I came all this way and didn’t even order anything. What would you recommend?”

“Iced vanilla bean-”

“Just black-”

Solas and Eirwen spoke at the same time, making Ina laugh awkwardly. “I… think I’ll get a cappuccino. Thanks.”

As soon as she was out of earshot Solas turned to Eirwen, who was smirking. “What?”

“Nothing. I just know why you always watch me now.”

“What? No. She’s- we are friends, Eirwen.”

“How did you meet?”

“She- does it matter?”

Eirwen raised an eyebrow. 

“She was my client.”

“Maker’s breath, Solas, seriously?”

“What? It wasn’t anything unseemly. She was in a car accident and the perpetrator didn’t have insurance. Not every one of my cases is scandalous, you know.”

“She is beautiful.”

You are beautiful, and I’m not hearing any more of this.”

Before Eirwen could respond Ina returned with her drink. She sat down and Solas glared at Eirwen, who was smirking playfully and looking far too confident for her own good. 

“Ina,” Solas said, looking at her. “Would you like to take your drink elsewhere? Eirwen is heading to work soon.”

“No I’m not. I’m cat-sitting during the day, I think Lady Guinevere will be fine.”

Ina snorted, leaning toward Eirwen. “The cat’s name is Lady Guinevere?”

“She’s very fluffy and white, and very, very spoiled. Want to see pictures?”

“Yes, so much.”

Solas rolled his eyes and finished his coffee, sitting back as the two women giggled over pictures of a fat white cat. He didn’t know what to make of this; Eirwen was never actually supposed to meet Ina. 

“You should come meet her sometime, she’s very sweet once you feed her.”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I’m actually leaving for Starkhaven soon.”

“Really?” Eirwen asked, surprised. “What are you doing there?”

Ina smiled, pride gleaming in her eyes. “I got cast in a show. It’s a full year, maybe more, and I get paid more than I ever would in Orlais.”

“Wow… that’s amazing. What show?”

The Daughter of Witches. It’s a famous story from northern Ferelden, and it’s original run in Ostwick was massively popular.”

“I think I’ve heard of it.” More than heard of it- Eirwen loved that show. She’d read copies of the script when she was younger and never forgotten it. The story was about a young girl who grows up with apostates and is forced to join the Circle when she gets caught. But rather than wallowing in misery or lamenting the loss of her old life, the girl becomes stronger through her experience and eventually becomes Court Mage to the emperor. It gave her hope when she was younger that being a mage wasn’t such a curse, and she used to imagine being as strong and brave as the girl in the show.

Her heart sank, but she didn’t want to admit why. “I’m so lucky to have such a great opportunity,” Ina said, and Eirwen smiled politely at her. 

“Yeah. It sounds amazing.” She cleared her throat and smiled, standing slowly. “Well, now it actually is time for me to go.” It wasn’t, but she felt too sick to stay. “Guinevere needs to be let out.”

“Oh! Well, it was so good to meet you.” Ina stood and hugged Eirwen tightly, then grinned as she pulled away. “You’re going to do amazing, I know it. Hopefully we’ll see each other again before I leave, but if not, best of luck.”

“You too.” She nodded to Solas. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Perhaps. I’ll see how much work I have.”

She waved goodbye to both of them and headed out, wandering back toward the house she was cat-sitting at. Her heart hurt. Her chest felt heavy. It was stupid, she knew it. If anything she should be happy to see another elven woman doing so well, but something about it hurt. If Ina could be so successful, why couldn’t she?

Her phone vibrated and she paused, looking at it.

[Dance-man] Are you alright?

Solas could tell, which meant Ina probably could too. She sat down on a bench and looked out at the street. Night would fall soon enough, and she would be dancing again. She couldn’t pretend her work made her unhappy -she loved the lights and the music and being the center of attention. And dancing made her happy even if she was alone in an empty room. But meeting Ina, seeing what she could have been, sent a hollow soreness shuddering through her chest.

Her phone vibrated again.

[Dance-man] Let’s get an early dinner. You don’t start work until 8, right? We can meet at 5.

[Me] Just us?

[Dance-man] Is that a problem?

[Me] No. Is Bertel’s fine?

[Dance-man] You read my mind. I’ll pick you up in an hour then.

[Me] Okay.

She had a chance with this. With him. They could work hard and blow away the rest of the competition. They could be so good that giving them anything less than victory would be a crime. 

She had to prove to herself that she could be something. She had to win.

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Moll you had me at problematic children sldkjfghlsdfkjdsjkl. This is a mess. Love you <3 [AO3]

“Why does anyone have to be naked?” Gildarts complained as he reached for his second glass of wine that afternoon. “We just wanted to have a normal family dinner.”

“Who’s naked?” scoffed Gray, fully naked and lounging back in his chair.

Natsu not-so-subtly nudged him and pointedly looked down to an area thankfully hidden from the rest of the group by the dining table. Swearing under his breath, Gray held up his hands in defeat and graciously dropped a napkin into his lap instead of making a move to retrieve any of his clothes from the living room where he had lost them earlier.

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stellar stella

stellar stella, rose to me, bloomed unfurled, rose to me

she walked around with slippers on, everywhere she went

she poked at stars and poked at night, she sent me home

smiling (i remember sleeping the wine off in one golden afternoon,

when it rained and i could see the stars again, after cloud)

stellar stella never lost, she just pretended

she grabbed me by the waist, and we ascended

i was gonna write more but i feel like that’s a good place to end the poem; might make a sequel

why is my mom always telling me i wouldn’t like being a trophy wife…… i would love being a trophy wife…… sleeping until ten every day….. wine drunk by two in the afternoon…. wandering into charity events and buying new furniture when i get bored…. starting a smug lifestyle blog…. always dressed to kill…… it’s the fucking dream.mp3

I create so many rules for myself; beautiful boxes to compartmentalize my life in. Waking up early feels good to me, working hard. Washing my face and applying sunscreen and walking my dog for at least 30 minutes – sometimes 50 – first thing. Before seven A.M. Folding my laundry while it’s hot from the dryer, pressing the folds in with wide, flat hands.

I’ve become so streamlined and efficient day-to-day. Time is a precious commodity. I worry sometimes that I am uptight, neurotic even.

But I enjoy spoiling time, too. Drinking wine all Saturday afternoon, until the sun goes down. Watching a movie. Making absolutely no plans. Riding my bike aimlessly. Reading a book until my body feels restless. These kinds of things go on for hours.

I really long for a companion, truly. But I enjoy my own company so much, and abiding by my own routines and rituals. Buying the coffee I want. Talking to myself while I apply my makeup. I don’t know how to give that up, when (if) the time ever comes.

i would just like to take this opportunity to inform the masses that i, hailee steinfeld, am wine drunk before three in the afternoon on a sunday. this is truly the good lord’s work — am i right, ladies ? i’m down three bottles of pink moscato now, though. somebody come replenish my supply, & then take ‘em down with me. ALSO, can we talk about high school musical 3 ? let’s talk about high school musical 3. if your heart doesn’t shatter every time you see gabriella crying over the stanford freshman honors program ‘cause it means leaving troy in albuquerque, you’re heartless. i was crying b u c k e t s from the ‘can i have this dance’ scene. ALSO, 2nd edition, can we talk about everybody on troy’s case about not wanting to go to university of albuquerque ? let the boy spread his wings. i’m tired, you guys. i’m so tired.