I really want to write a fic where Magnus and Alec are together but it’s like basically forbidden for Shadowhunters and Downworlders to be together. It’s outright outlawed in Shadowhunter law from them marrying Downworlders but it isn’t by Downworlders. To keep their relationship secure Alec and Magnus decide to get married in secret because even though Shadowhunters will not recognize their marriage, the Downworlders would and with Magnus being the leader of the warlocks, separating him from his “chosen” would immediately wage between warlocks (and likely the rest of the Downworlders) and the Shadowhunters. Alec is hopeful that their marriage will broker peace but instead it breaks out chaos with the Shadowhunters trying to have Magnus’ head for marrying Alec, by coming up with the argument that Alec is not in his right mind because he was put under a love spell by Magnus, while also debating about sentencing Alec to death/lifetime imprisonment for treason despite the war it’d wage with the Downworlders if he’s telling the truth. And not all the Downworlders are being supportive either, wanting Magnus to step down from his position due to his fraternizing with “Shadowhunter affairs.”
Maybe some day I will get a chance to write this, but I just wanted to throw this out there to see if anyone found it interesting.
Author: liketolaugh Summary: Children do not follow Kenpachi. Kenpachi picks them up and takes them with him. Or: Red dies and then gets lost in the damn Dangai. And then Kenpachi finds him. Or Yachiru does, anyway.
so theres this AU where Junkrat is a tattoo artist and all i can imagine is Lucio going to him to get a tat on his butt or something and junkrat just. internally screaming. why is this man so fine?
I’ve seen that AU! I’ve also seen something where he does piercings? But we’ll go with tattoo artist.
I feel like Lúcio would visit to get another tattoo in addition to the one he already has to like… show someone it isn’t that bad? Like Lena or Hana or someone. Like he has this big one on his arm and so he decides to get one on his ankle.
And I thought his cute frog logo would be nice but then I thought about his AoE graphic in HotS and how that would look cute around his ankle so I think that’s what he’d go with and he’d stroll up to Jamie with the design in hand and be like “Hey, I’d like this on my ankle please.”
and Jamie just freezes and forgets how to talk for a minute bc holy shit, Lúcio is beautiful. Then Lúcio has to awkwardly clear his throat and Jamie is all flustered like “Sure, mate, you want it that color or something else?”
and they go through the whole process with Jamie just barely making eye contact and Lúcio thinking it’s adorable and Hana just popping bubble gum in the back like “this is much more interesting than watching the process of Lúcio getting a tattoo.”
So Lúcio sits down and Hana comes over on her phone and takes a picture, like a before picture, and Jamie is all nervous even though Lúcio isn’t really talking to him anymore, but Lúcio starts laughing and Jamie’s chest constricts.
I think Lúcio would ask Jamie questions about how long he’s been working there and stuff like that, small talk and Jamie nervously answers but then starts to warm up to him. And then he starts making Lúcio laugh and he just beams like he just won the lottery and Hana is just soaking all of this cute flirting up.
When he’s finished, Jamie scribbles his number on the back of a card and slips it to Lúcio and says “U-uh, call me if you, uh, want me to make any changes or anythin’” and Lúcio just takes the card and looks at it and Jamie is just blushing madly. Like please let this gorgeous man understand what he means by that.
And Lúcio just smiles and says he’ll definitely call him and Hana gives him a thumbs up and then they leave and Jamie knows without a doubt that it’s possible to fall in love at first sight.
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Member: Youngjae x Reader
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“Youngjae, I’m cold,” you whined, holding your arms out for your boyfriend to come on the couch and cuddle with you. He poked his head in from the kitchen and laughed at your actions.
“Just a second, jagi,” he said. Moments later he came out with two plates of food that you eyed hungrily. You patted the seat next to you and he sat down as you leaned into him. His warmth radiated off of him like a heater and you sighed happily.
You suddenly had the urge to cuddle with him in his other form, but you weren’t quite sure how to ask him to shift. You had never asked something like that before, and you didn’t want to appear rude. But at the same time…you could really use a warm, fluffy wolf right about now.
“Youngjae?” you asked, sitting up and rubbing your arm awkwardly. Youngjae hummed in questioning and looked away from the tv and towards you. He immediately could tell that you wanted something, but he didn’t want to assume so he simply sat there and smiled at you, waiting for you to continue.
“Could you…maybe…” you asked, blushing ever so lightly as you avoided eye contact with him. “Shift?” you finished. There was a moment of silence and you stole a glance at Youngjae who seemed to be frozen in the spot with wide eyes. You immediately regretted asking and began to shout out apologies.
“I’m sorry, it’s fine, you don’t have to, I was being stupid, it was a bad idea, just ignore…” you trailed off when Youngjae began to laugh heartily and this brought a blush to your cheeks.
“Hey…don’t laugh at me…” you pouted, crossing your arms and sinking into the couch, still feeling your cheeks burn. Youngjae continued to laugh but he pulled you into his arms and shook his head.
“I’m not laughing at you, jagi!” he exclaimed, grinning happily. “I’m laughing because nobody as ever asked me to shift before! Everyone always thinks it’s scary so nobody wants to be around when it happens,” he explained. “But you’re actually asking me to turn! That makes me really happy!” he said, giggling.
“Well of course! I love your wolf part just as much as your human part,” you said, matter-of-factly with a reassuring nod. Youngjae pecked your cheek and then stood up off the couch.
“Alright, I’ll do it because you asked me to,” he giggled, dragging the table out of the way. You helped him push the couch back, leaving a lot of room on the floor. You took a few steps back and watched as Youngjae sat down in the middle of the room and closed his eyes as if he was concentrating on something.
After a few moments, there was a bright light that seemed to come from Youngjae and you closed your eyes in surprise. When you opened them again there was a massive wolf sitting in the middle of the room. You let a smile rise to your lips as the wolf stood up and waited for you to come over.
You walked over slowly and held out your hand, letting him smell it and then nuzzle against it. You weren’t exactly sure how much of himself Youngjae retained in his wolf form, but you were confident that he wouldn’t hurt you.
He never would have willingly shifted if he had thought you would be in danger.
“Still wanna cuddle?” you asked, laughing lightly. Youngjae nodded and then sat down with a big plop on the floor. You sat down and leaned against his stomach as if it were a big, soft pillow and you reached over to pet his head.
“Thank you, Youngjae,” you said, smiling at him as he nodded once more. You got more comfortable and let your stress fade away as you cuddled with your werewolf boyfriend.
(the start of a fic that’ll probably be called ‘the life of kit purrson’ and will probably outline the life of kent’s cat, while him and swoops also fall in love in the background)
The day after the Aces got eliminated from the playoffs, Kent stayed in bed.
He was exhausted and his entire body hurt and technically speaking, he had a million things to do, but being eliminated meant that he finally got a bit of a break, so he decided to take advantage of that.
The second day after the Aces got eliminated from the playoffs, Kent headed to the arena and cleared out his locker along with the rest of his team.
He shook hands and pulled his guys into hugs and held back his tears, and it was fine. He pretended that he was okay and so did every other man in that room, and he knew that they all would be one day soon. Some of them would be back next year, some of them would get traded, and some of them would retire, but they’d all be fine eventually.
The third day after the Aces got eliminated from the playoffs, Kent finally started pulling his shit together.
Have you listened to Donald Trump’s spokespeople try to
explain whatever new piece of insanity their boss has “tweeted” on social media?
They use a blizzard of words to say as
little as possible, trying to batter their listeners into submission.
There’s a word for that…sort of. The Word of the Day is “pleonasm,”
meaning the use of more words than are necessary to express an idea or convey
meaning. It comes from the Greek “pleonasmos”
and “pleonazein,” meaning “to be more
than enough; to be superfluous.”
We can all come up with everyday examples of pleonasm. “Tuna
fish” is an obvious example. What is tuna if it’s not a fish? (Okay, there’s a
prickly pear known as a “tuna,” but I mean, really?) How about a “free gift?”
It wouldn’t be much of a gift if you had to pay for it, now would it?
Yogi Berra probably had never heard the word pleonasm
when he said “It’s déjà vu all over again.” But that likely qualifies as a
Sometimes pleonasm is just an unfortunate redundancy. TV
sports guys like to refer to “the frozen tundra” of Lambeau Field in Green Bay.
But “tundra” is a region in which the subsoil is permanently frozen. People who
say, “I prepaid in advance” probably don’t understand how redundant their words
But pleonasm is also often used deliberately, for emphasis.
“I killed him dead” seems somehow more fatal than “I killed him.” Similarly, “I
saw it with my own eyes” appears more forceful than “I saw it.” (How else would
you see it, if not with your eyes? And if not your own eyes, than whose?)
Skillful writers can use pleonasm to reinforce an idea.
Shakespeare (he was pretty skillful) described the stabbing of Julius Caesar by
his close friend Brutus as “the most unkindest cut of all.” It wasn’t just
unkind; it wasn’t even just the unkindest cut. Coming from Brutus made it the most unkindest cut.
And then you have the Trump spokespeople, who have
elevated pleonasm almost to an art form. On March 4th, Trumplethinskin
issued these four tweets:
“Terrible! Just found out that Obama had my “wires tapped”
in Trump Tower just before the victory. Nothing found. This is McCarthyism!” (PLEASE
NOTE: One of Trump’s earliest mentors was Roy Cohn, lawyer for the lying, bullying,
Commie-bashing Senator Joe McCarthy, for whom McCarthyism is named).
“Is it legal for a sitting President to be “wire tapping”
a race for president prior to an election? Turned down by a court earlier. A
“I’d bet a good lawyer could make a great case out of the
fact that President Obama was tapping my phones in October, just prior to
“How low has President Obama gone to tapp my phones
during the very sacred election process. This is Nixon/Watergate. Bad (or sick)
guy!” (PLEASE NOTE: Yes, Mr. Trump did, indeed, spell “tap” wrong).
Despite those repeated references to wiretapping and wiretapped
phones – which would have constituted a felony by President Obama – and despite
the flat denials by the U.S. Intelligence Community that no wiretapping of
Trump, Trump Tower or the Trump campaign took place, White House press
secretary Sean “Spicy” Spicer used plenty of pleonasm to explain to reporters that
when Trump said “wiretapping” (in quotes), he didn’t mean wiretapping (not in
quotes). Despite the repeated, tweeted references, Trump (Spicer said) “was very clear
in his tweet that it was ‘wiretapping.’ That spans a whole host of surveillance
types of options.” Spicer graciously conceded that Trump “doesn’t really think that President
Obama went up and tapped his phone personally.” But Spicy insisted that “The President used the word wiretaps in quotes to mean,
broadly, surveillance and other activities.”
Kellyanne “Alternative Facts” Conway took it a bit
further, explaining what some of those other surveillance activities might
include. “You can surveil someone through their phones, certainly through their
television sets, any number of ways” she said. “Microwaves that turn into cameras.
We know this is a fact of modern life.” Yeah. Your microwave is spying on you.
I’m sorry. I take it all back. I must apologize, dear
reader. These are not examples of
pleonasm. These are examples of gross stupidity. My mistake.
So I have this series of “Jedi School” snippets that I thought I would work into a novel-length story someday, but it doesn’t seem to be happening. They’re loosely connected vignettes about Luke and his first four students, who are all OCs. Leia, Han, and their son Ben turn up now and then, too.
They’re not canon-compliant or even 100% consistent in their own timeline, but I think to at least some degree each little story can stand alone.
What do y’all think, should I go ahead and start posting them as a series? Would anyone want to read them?