yes i edited out the writing(


☆️Aesthetic Meme☆ [6/7 AU]

Stucky Coffeeshop AU where Buck is a vet (obsessed with black coffee and his bike) that runs into Steve at Steve’s favorite coffee shop to sit and think and draw between his classes. Buck says he only keeps going back to the place because the coffee is good but we all know different.

yknow what. it’s in the am hours. ive had at least 2 alcoholic beverages tonighit. and i have decided that once im out of tech school im gonna get a degree in ye olde literature just so i can write a groundbreaking paper about how cu chulainn (the actual myth one not the anime one) is a fucking trans icon. my guy is incredibly trans. lets just take a good look at the facts here folks

-these stories were written down by monks with an obviously christian agenda they edited the story to adhere to, in some parts more obviously so than others. considering the roman catholic hatred of trans people at the time, it would not be unreasonable to assume that if cu chulainn was in fact trans in the originals that were being written down said monks would attempt to cover that up by making him cis.

-dude changed his name which is a very trans™ thing 2 do obviously

-the whole thing with the curse and how he was the only one ready to throw the fuck down while all the other men were in bed with the pains of birth like this is such a classic example of using gendered language in magic shenanigans to ur advantage

-often described as being small & beardless “this is supposed to show he’s young” but is it really??? it’s not uncommon for masculine women to be mistaken for young men and him being both notably small and unable to grow a beard is brought up several times in text. either way it’s not like being young and being trans are mutually exclusive. really makes you think.

-alright here’s the big kicker that really says Cu Chulainn Is Trans 2 me in big shiny letters: he had to prove himself as Really Being That Tough over & over again to a frankly ridiculous degree. multiple times (at least 2 in the tain bo cuailnge that i can remember rn) there’s some enemy fuck who knows god damn well the one in front of them is cu mother fucking chulainn who has been absolutely obliterating his enemies by the hundreds but the moment they see him & notice he’s beardless (again, this is usually interpreted as meaning he’s young but that doesn’t necessarily have to be the case) they’re like “nah I’m not fighting that get me a real enemy” and cu has to put on a fake beard to convince them he really is A Big Tough Dude Who Can Kick Your Ass. another time in the tain cu used his sick sword skills to make a fool of someone who was mocking him and the fucking idiot didn’t stop even after cu literally shaved the guys head clear & cut off his clothes with a sword. there’s one story (called bricriu’s feast) of a competition where cu easily beat everyone by a wide margin in everything they compete in but none of the other contestants wanted to accept the result so they kept bringing in other judges trying to get someone other than cu to be declared winner. 

there’s this really weird refusal of people in the ulster cycle to accept that cu chulainn is as good at things as he is (specifically things considered masculine like fighting) and idk about all yall but that really fucking screams good old fashioned transphobia to me lads. like trans folks are still dealing with this shit in modern day with athletes not being allowed to compete with their own fucking gender bc it ~wouldnt be fair~ or other such nonsense. this fuck shit with ppl absolutely refusing to acknowledge cu as possibly being good at Man Things is incredibly Trans Relatable™.

-ALSO i just remembered this but there’s also at least one and i’m pretty sure more than one time where cu talks to people who are like “yea we’re trying to hunt down cu chulainn” and they don’t realise he is in fact that very same cu chulainn or are even remotely suspicious of him which would make a lot more sense if they mistook him for a woman

in conclusion: hes trans

Pink Floyd

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).

Request:  Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: None

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PSA: Hey Freelancers! Do you have your business license?

So as y’all know I got a new job, and during the setup for payroll etc etc for this company that I’m freelancing for, I learned that many places require freelancers to have small business licenses. The specifics would vary based on your area/country, but just a heads up because I know there are a tonne of freelancers here that may not know this!

Please see clarification edit, here:

You also – at least for the US – may need to file for something known as a DBA: “doing business as” if you use any moniker that doesn’t include your legal name (like I do).

And yes, there are fees for these things, unfortunately! But you can also incur fines if you don’t have these things (especially during tax season), so do your research!

This post is a very California, US centric post, since that is where I am based, but I encourage everyone to check out whether or not you need a license to freelance! This includes art, writing, editing and so on.

Pass it on!

What I’ve realized from all the Mor drama is that the sjm fandom is ultimately worse than her writing. Like yes, obviously she has major issues, but there are plenty of fandoms out there that make the characters more diverse and multiship and criticize their creator when they’re screwing up! But the sjm fandom just screams at everyone who doesn’t ship what they ship and literally makes the characters less diverse. There are edits of white Sorscha, white Nehemia, and white Nesryn. Don’t believe me? They’re some of the top posts on their tags. And now Sarah’s trying to get better! She made Mor a lesbian main character! And what does the fandom do? They hide behind “I do want LGBT+ rep!” and then say they wish it hadn’t happened. If you really support rep, word your posts differently. Look at what you’re saying because “Mor just doesn’t seem gay,” and “I wish she could be bi so she could be with Azriel” looks extremely homophobic. If you say “I wish sjm had gone about making her a lesbian differently, maybe give her a relationship so it doesn’t seem like tokenism” then I get that! And I agree! It is tokenism, and it is crappy, but if the only time you criticize sjm’s work is when she creates a lesbian, then sorry, you might have some homophobia in you. The only support I see for Mor is on anti blogs. If the antis are kinder to a good character than the fandom, there’s obviously a fucking issue with the fandom! And there are a few cool people in here, so I encourage you all, wipe out anything that disrespects Mor. Create women to date her. Write fics about her and Feyre or Nesta or Amren or anyone. Don’t let Mor be forgotten by the people who only care about their hetero ship becoming canon.

And to the people who are suddenly critical of sjm because they ship moriel: If you’re going to be mad at this, be mad at it for the right reasons. If you say its forced, you better recognize all the other things in sjm’s work that are far more forced than Mor’s sexuality. And if you can’t do either of those things, Fuck. Off.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write a little something about George sneaking out if his room to sleep with you because you have to stay in Ginny's room but he doesn't wake up in time to leave so he gets caught in the morning. I just think it would be so cute

YES OF COURSE :D sorry this is so late and thank you for being patient with me. work has been insane and i’ve been editing/writing my book and my fanfic and i’m also applying for other jobs which is just insanity bUT I NEED MY ONE SHOTS so here we go :)

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

george weasley x reader

   “G’night,” you called out to everyone still in the cozy, dimly lit family room of the Burrow. Ginny was a step in front of you on the stairs, and she did the same.
   “See you in the morning, dears,” Mrs. Weasley smiled sweetly, though her eyes were masked with exhaustion. The smell of the freshly baked lemon meringue pie was still wafting throughout the house. The fire was faintly crackling in the background and you heard the wind howl outside. You felt an arm around your shoulders and smiled to yourself. “’Night, mum,” George called.
   “G’night, darlings,” Mrs. Weasley called again as she began to fold away the kitchen towels. You, Ginny, George, and Fred headed up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ron near the fireplace, playing an intensifying game of exploding snap.
   You were finally near your rooms and you heard an obnoxious sort of yawn. “G’night, Y/N, Gin,” Fred said and clumsily fell into you. Another yawn, and an eye roll form Ginny. “See you!”
   Ginny slowly raised a hand to both of her brothers and waltzed into her room, gesturing for you to take your time getting ready for sleep. You turned back towards George who looked like he wanted to do anything else but head to bed. “Tired, love?”
   “Yes,” he admited, albeit it begrudgingly. “But I hate not being able to spend the night with you.”
   You laughed and placed a hand on his arm. “I know. But your mum, and mine, would probably kill us both before we even had a chance to explain ourselves.” You brought your hand to his cheek. “Morning will come quickly, I promise.”
   He sighed and nodded at you. “You do know how difficult it is for me to leave you and walk into my room right now, right?”
   “Just as difficult for me, dear,” you replied, and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips lightly to his. He wrapped his arms around you quite tightly, and you knew he didn’t want to let go. Neither did you. But eventually, albeit sadly, you both did. “See you in the morning.”
   “In the morning, my love,” he said before kissing your forehead. He ran his fingers through your hair once more before heading towards his bedroom, and flashed a sleepy smile at you before you rounded the corner and waltzed into Ginny’s.

A few hours later
You were awoken by a small noise at what must’ve been the middle of the night, because it was still black outside. Groggily, you yawned and tried to fixate your eyes on anything in the darkness. You heard a bump, and then, “Ouch! Damnit, Ginny and her freaking Quidditch stuff,”
   “George?” you whispered as you felt a body slide into the bed next to you.
   He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Hiya, darling.” You could practically feel the smirk he was giving you.
   “Merlin’s beard…what are you doing in here? Your mum is going to kill you, she’s actually going to kill you dead.” You asked quite seriously, but you were grinning from ear to ear. George obviously sensed it, because he laughed and poked you in the side. You squirmed next to him.
   “I just couldn’t bear to lie down without you any longer.”
   You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “You do realize your sister is in here, yes? Sound asleep across the other end,”
   George shrugged. “There’s nine of us in this family; this isn’t the first and certainly won’t be the last time I’ll have shared a room with her,” he told you.
   “If we get caught–”
   He pressed his finger to your lips. “Shh–just for a little while, I’ll leave before the sun comes up–can we just…can I just lie with you a moment?”
   You could feel your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest and couldn’t help but let your body relax in his arms. You felt him relax, too. “Of course.” You easily fit right into the crevices of his body, your head nuzzled into his shoulder and legs entangled together. You pulled the blanket around you both and closed your eyes again.

Your eyes opened with a flutter, and you took in the ray of sunshine flooding in through Ginny’s open window. You were about to get up and stretch when you felt a body move slightly next to you. You froze and turned over, whispering George’s name quickly and as loudly as you possibly could without awakening Ginny.
   “George, George! For Merlin’s sake, wake up, would you? It’s morning!”
   “What?” he asked with a sleepy voice and tired eyes. He yawned and pulled you closer to him. “Just five more minutes and then we’ll get ready for class,”
   You rolled you eyes and shook him again. “We’re not at school, you loon! We’re in your house, where your parents are sitting just right downstairs drinking their morning tea!” This clearly got his attention. He shot up, eyes bloodshot and hair askew. He jumped up out of bed, kissed you sweetly and quickly, and made his way to the door as quietly and as stealthily as he could. You closed your eyes once again when you heard, “George? What’re you doing in Ginny’s room?” Oh, dear god.
   “Oh, uh…” you heard George stammer. Damnit, George, think of something, quickly! “I woke up and went to see if Y/N was up, too, but she–she isn’t, yet, so I’m going to let her sleep longer,”
   Mrs. Weasley was silent for a moment, obviously pondering this response of his, when she finally said, “Alright–well, that was sweet of you–d’you want some tea or would you like to wait for–”
   “Georgie,” you heard Fred and your heart nearly stopped. “How’d it go? Did you frighten Y/N when you snuck into bed with–” he stopped abruptly and had obviously come face to face with his twin and Mrs. Weasley.
   You heard a bit of fumbling, a little laughter and a scoff, and then you heard Mrs. Weasley say, a bit loudly, “You better run, boy!” Then there was a bit of the pattering of feet down the stairs, and silence.
   Your heart was racing but you kept your eyes shut, hoping Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t waltz into Ginny’s room, as well. You heard footsteps make their way up the steps again and you braced yourself, eyes shut tight.
   But it was just George. “No worries, you’re in the clear, told her ‘twas all me–I may be getting a beating, though–” he told you breathlessly and kissed you once more. “Totally worth it, by the way,” he winked and slipped out of the room again, Mrs. Weasley chasing him around the Burrow.
   Across the room, Ginny moved slightly in her bed. How she was sleeping through all of this was beyond you. She opened her eyes and stretched. “Morning, Y/N,” she said brightly and smiled. “I miss anything?”
   You thought about mentioning George sneaking in, lying in bed with you, not leaving soon enough and being caught because Fred had to open his big mouth. But you figured the chasing throughout the house would explain itself, so instead, you settled for, “Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal morning at the Burrow,”
   You swore in the distance you heard a faint, “George Weasley, get back here!” and a maniacal laugh.

HAHAH i hope you liked this! this was super fun to write. i loved it, and i hope you do, too. :) HAPPY ONESHOT, EVERYBODY

Hey, Scully! Look at this.”

Awkward Moments, pt. 1

Shunk Week Day 1: Winter/Summer

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“So, Shiro,” Allura said, turning towards him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and half a Twizzler hanging from her mouth. “How’s the neighbor boy?”

“Ugh,” Shiro groaned, only just stopping himself from rubbing his hand across his face in exasperation. He, Allura, and Keith were having their monthly junk food and movie night and had decided to do face masks tonight. Shiro’s was a bright green, while Allura and Keith were using a charcoal black mask. 

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Harvey’s Puppy, Snoopy.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 84 - “Show me what’s behind your back.” Filled for @novemberhush 

Thank You, Dee, I hope you enjoy reading it. xx

Mike snooped.

They had been living together for nearly a year now, and in that time Mike had noticed one place that Harvey seemed to hold sacred in his walk-in wardrobe; a drawer that contained his ties.  Every morning as he lazed about in their bed, he would watch Harvey spend way too much time standing in front of it before he chose a tie.  Harvey was particular about and took pride in his image, but even for him, the daily selection was taking too long.

It drove him crazy, but he resisted the urge to sneak a peek for forty-nine weeks, two days, seven hours, thirty-one minutes and seven seconds.

He arrived home early that afternoon and figured he could get away with just a quick peek, in and out, no harm in that, right?

He slid the draw open, observing the neat lines of silk ties, most of them hues of grey or blue, and a few purple ones at the back. If you weren’t looking, the two subtle little pieces of ribbon on either side of the drawers could easily be missed.  Mike clasped them and gave a gentle tug, and the layer of ties pulled up and slid easily back atop the back half of the drawer.  Below are an array of neatly organised items; a picture of his niece and nephew, some very expensive looking cuff links, a journal, some other important looking papers, and a ring box.

He’s come this far; he may as well examine the contents thoroughly; he reasons picking up the navy velour box.

He expects to find some old family heirloom, maybe from Harvey’s grandmother who as Harvey tells it, always had a soft spot for him.   Instead, he finds a beautiful plain gold band with two platinum lines weaved around it, crossing over one another.   He is stunned, and his breath hiccups in his throat as he gawks at the beautiful ring.  Removing it carefully from the box, he twirls it around in his fingers, before reading the inscription.

‘My Guy’

His heart flutters, and a warm wave of emotion swept through his body as tears build in the corners of his eyes. Harvey wanted to marry him.

He slipped the ring on, it was a tight fit, but that was probably because his heart was racing. He held out his hand to examine how it looked. Of course, Harvey chose perfectly, the width and style were elegant and understated he thought gushing.  Then the guilt set in.  Harvey deserved to see his face when he saw the ring for the first time.  He glared at himself crossly in the mirror, of course, he had gotten carried away.

The front entrance door banged shut, and Mike immediately began to panic, yanking at his finger to pull the ring off but it wouldn’t budge. The more he pulled in his panic, the redder and more swollen the area became, and the less likely it was that it was coming off. Shit.

“Are you here, Mike?” Harvey called from the kitchen.

“Ahh … Ahem yep, in the bedroom,” he replied, cursing under his breath.

He slid the robe’s door closed and tried to look casual standing in the middle of the bedroom with his right hand on his hip and his left hand hanging loosely behind his leg.

When Harvey walked in, he noticed Mike looking akin to a Macy’s mannequin, except for his face which looked very guilty. In total, it took the best closer in New York ten seconds to work out that something was awry. He narrowed his eyes and stalked forward, giving Mike an inquisitive look. Mike instinctively took a step back and hid his hand up his shirt.

“Mike?” He urged, “Show me what’s behind your back.”

Mike’s head dropped in shame, and he mentally beat himself up for ruining this moment for them.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to the floor as he revealed his hidden left hand and held it out for inspection, then waited for Harvey to speak.

Unexpectedly, Harvey chuckled, “Maybe the inscription should have read, ‘My Puppy, Snoopy’.”

Mike smiled despite wanting the ground to swallow him up.

“Are you mad?” Mike asked hesitantly and lifted his eyes from the floor.

Twelve pearly white teeth, ten laughter lines, two dimples, and eight crow’s feet made up the beautiful face of the man standing before him now, with tears shining in his eyes.

“I will be if you say no!” Harvey hinted, clearly amused.

Harvey dropped to his knee and kissed Mike’s swollen ring finger, looking hopefully up at him.

“Marry me?” Harvey asked, his voice soft and with a slight quaver to it.

“Fuck yes!” Mike cried and tackled him onto the plush carpet to kiss his amazing fiancé stupid.

Authors note:  Awww, they love each other. 😍 Thanks for reading.  This is fic number 3, out of 8.  You can find the others on AO3 here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musings

Issues (Jughead x reader)

A/N: Just wanted to do something to Issues by Julia Michaels cause I love it. Also I mean what an adorable moody nerd.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken

Warnings: potential language and like idk it’s kind of sad but then super fluffy really

Originally posted by mallverine

“Hope you all don’t mind; I have a little something I wanna sing for a little someone.” You gave the audience the first nervous smile all night. Everything else had been routine, but you had to get this off your chest now that you could see those blue eyes steadily watching from the crowd.

I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Am I crazy or is she staring at Jughead?” Veronica hissed to Betty and Archie. All three stared between Y/N on stage and Jughead standing next to them. “Juggie do you know her?”

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anonymous asked:

How do you even write your dialogues like oh my god they are so witty and in character and fun PLEASE TEACH ME (im kidding ofc well 50% joking but if you have some good advices I would be happy to hear them)

Treat every line as an opportunity for a one-liner or the setup of one. 

Okay I will attempt to offer advice but I make no promises on the usefulness, usability or sense-making of any of this. 

Background: for my first degree I majored in Film, Television and Media Studies and minored in Linguistics. I like words. This actually has nothing to do with anything I’m going to tell you except that I know how to bullshit so keep that in mind when reading this advice. 

  • Play it out in your head (if you can). This may be harder to do depending on how you think. If you can’t do it in your head then do it ‘on paper’ but skip all the framing bits like dialogue tags, character names, any kind of description. The only thing that matters is the dialogue. You’ll get better at making voices more distinct and carrying out banter. I like to do this when I’m stuck in traffic.
  • Practice writing banter or arguments rather than exposition because they’re easier to get into a rhythm with and sometimes carry themselves easily in a direction you’re not expecting but ends up awesome.
  • Write in screenplay or script format for practice. If the entire thing hinges on dialogue you pay a lot more attention to it. If this format is something you hate go back to the first bullet point and do more of that instead.
  • Watch tv shows and movies and pay attention to how people speak instead of what they say. I say shows and movies instead of real life (you can do that too though) because they already have the unnecessary fluff we use in everyday life taken out. You don’t want your characters to talk like ‘real’ people, that would get boring. Cut the fluff. 
  • Study the characters you’re writing and the way they speak. By study I mean read or listen and let your brain do the work while you have fun being entertained. This is the bit that happens to me naturally sorry it’s very ??? in my head. Go back to the first bullet point and do this again for the character.
  • If you have more than two characters in a conversation treat it like they have to take turns. Character A & Character B go back and forth, Character C says something, Character B replies and those two talk and A stays out of it. Juggling lots of characters in a conversation is hard, man. I still have trouble. 
  • Similarly, once you’re at the point that you’re actually writing a scene rather than just witty banter/arguments for the lols, be aware of what your characters are doing and how long the dialogue is dragging out. It can be tempting to keep the dialogue going forever with the witty banter and end up with a ‘talking room’ where characters sit around doing nothing except snipe at each other but it doesn’t really help you move a plot.
  • I have 700 words of batkids sitting around a table sniping at each other about DnD I know this from experience okay. 
  • If you get stuck mid-dialogue but know what comes a few lines later type ‘dkjlfjdlkd’ and move on. You can go back later and figure it out, don’t stop the train. We’re dialogue sharks, we stop swimming we die. 
  • Who cares if it’s in character, write it down, your brain said so. Check it later. That’s what editing is for. You’ll eventually get character voices down and find out your brain is often right about these things. Or justify it for the lols. One of the two. 
  • Dialogue tags and framing dialogue can take a while to get right. Study other people’s writing that you like and see how they do it. No tags just action >= invisible tags like said or asked > he verbed words. Use replacements for said sparingly and try to think about whether they’re physically possible or not. Laughing a word? Not so much. 
  • Show don’t tell works for dialogue too. 
  • ‘Do I really need this comma here?’ Yes. Put it in, move on. You can take it out later if it trips you up on re-reads or when you say it out loud. Also, coming back a few hours/days later for editing helps with flow and ‘can this character actually speak this long without pausing’ type decisions.
  • Disregard everything I just said and do what works for you. 

Someone sent me an anon asking about which Riverdale blogs we’re good to follow bc they we’re new to tumblr, but my phone glitched out while I was writing my answer and the ask was deleted so this is for that anon and anyone else who isn’t already following them:

@satanwithstardust (who also appears to like David Tennant which is major bonus points obviously)

There’s like a billion more I’ve definitely forgotten that are great but these are all amazing blogs, 10/10 should follow


EDIT: I knew I forgot someone really important, also follow @sardonic-jug bc they’re amazing yes thank u

I listen to epic music while I eat cereal.


Because sometimes, you need just a little motivation to get you through the simplest of tasks. Listening to the music helps me get motivated for the day. It helps my brain become more active/aware while I energize my body. I’ve only started doing this recently, maybe a few weeks. Since then though, I’ve been more motivated at work, I come home and I work on un finished project, or I simply just feel happier during the day.

Our minds work in mysterious ways. Sometimes they’re out to hurt us, sometimes there out to help us, and sometimes they are on another planet. But I say this to anyone. Your brain can not help you if you don’t make it. Yes sometimes it is hard to get up and have a fake smile. Yes it is difficult to get yourself under control. However, IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE! 

I hate my job. I flat out hate it. It got to the point where I would dread going to work the next morning. I cried almost every day after I got off because I felt like I was just going to be stuck there forever.I hit the lowest point I probably have ever reached. My edits stopped, my writing stopped, my creativity, the only thing I had left, stopped. All because I didn’t like my job.

For a few months I felt like this. Then one morning, as weird as this is going to sound, as I was dreading my day, My mind erupted with motivational thoughts like a tiger roar. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I’m not a person who wallows in self pity like this. In the past three years, since I’ve graduated high school, I’ve done more to improve my life. Why stop all of that now? There was nothing to gain from this pity. So I turned my epic music on full blast, and ate cereal. Then, I felt like I could do anything.

I understand that depression is such a hard hole to dig yourself out of. I only scratched the surface of what it feels like. I’ve watched someone with depression wither away to the point where they don’t actually see a point in living anymore. The worst part was, they never accepted help. I don’t ever want to become that way. 

Doing even the smallest things epicly can improve your day. Whether it’s eating a bowl of cereal, or you got to sit outside for 5 minutes. Everything you do is an accomplishment. You waking up everyday is an accomplishment. There are some people that that’s the only motivation they have. Don’t let your bad thoughts eat away at you. Fight back. Fight back in anyway that you can. If you need help, I will be there with my positivity sword and shield to fight the battle by your side. I also know there will be an army of people behind us, willing to help. 


~mama scribb

anonymous asked:

Valentines Day au elorcan?? (or literally any other canon ship lol)

Yes! I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while! It’s under a read more because it’s a little long. I didn’t edit this either, so I hope it’s okay!

There was a knock on the door way too early in the morning and Elide stumbled out of bed, not bothering to put pants or a bra on before she opened the door, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. Lorcan’s hulking form was hovering over her, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips and sliding past the threshold. He had something tucked under his arm, but Elide couldn’t tell what it was.

Just as she was about to ask him why he was at her apartment at such an ungodly hour, he turned back towards her, one of his rare, blissful grins plastered across his face.

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I still have faith

Despite yesterday’s episode I know it’ll get better. How thou art fallen was obviously a HUGE editing mistake and I’m seeing things like “I’m losing faith in Shadowhunters” and “I have no faith in shadowhunters anymore” and I want to say PLEASE STAY STRONG. They’ve done so well with rep and writing so far and yes much about this episode could’ve been prevented and written differently but please hold out. I know it’ll get better. I still have faith. This was a bit of a rough patch but please PLEASE don’t lose faith. This fandom-this community-is one of the most genuine and strong communities I’ve been a part of and Malec is SOOOO important to us and they deserved better yes but I do think it’ll get better. Please stay strong. Stand tall together and have faith.

From The Start (Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader)


SUMMARY: It was the note: you found it on the floor on your way to French class, nearly everything scribbled out with only a few legible sentences. “I’ve got to end this on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, not even you, stop me. I’m going into the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.” Though it was impossible to make out the name of the writer, you were sure you could save them. You had a month, after all. It was November 1st.

WORD COUNT: 3995,,, listen,,, i got a bit carried away with drunk lin,,,

WARNINGS: depression, alcohol, lots of mentions of suicide

TAGS: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @linmanuclmiranda @hamilamstrash @leidilaurens @the-gay-anomaly @ahhhhamilton @fangirling-saved-me @love-doesnt-discriminate @chuckisgod @ramsassy-rhino-beetle @superwholockbooknerd526 @neymar-messi-fcb

A/N: i cried like 500 times while writing and editing this and i was gonna have some people read it over and give feedback but i honestly would rather shoot myself than have to keep working on this chapter. that said, this was my favorite chapter to write so far. if you want to be tagged in future chapters, let me know :)

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November 3rd

Golden boy’s eyes gleam gold in the early morning light. Golden boy loses himself in a cloud of smoke before the day’s even half over. And by night, golden boy looks up at the stars and wishes for a world in which he wasn’t gold, but silver. Platinum, perhaps. Anything but gold. Gold is too shiny, too perfect, and that’s the last thing golden boy wants to be. People expect too much out of gold. Silver, however, blends in.

No matter who the golden boy is, this is their life. No golden boy wants to be golden, and Lin-Manuel Miranda was no exception.

However, he was different from other golden boys you’d come across, though you couldn’t figure out how. The way he held himself, the way his voice ebbed and flowed in the smoke filled air, the expressions that painted themselves across his face. There was nothing to say he was anything special- just another golden boy who’d lost his way, yet it was clear that he was different.

He hadn’t left your mind since you’d met him. Thoughts of him had nearly replaced the approaching date- December 1st. Even on the third of November, it felt as though December 1st was too soon. Too close. Rapidly becoming less of a concept and more of a reality.

You drew to mind an image of the golden boy: eyes blown wide in the morning air, lips frozen in a ghost of a smile, a cigarette held between trembling fingers. His voice wavered, whispers strung out in the air, and that’s when it hit you.

Lin was different from the other golden boys you’d met because he was the only one who hadn’t yet realized how brightly he shone.

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Day 5: Femininity + Her

Tho others are writing about her too, I have add my voice to the chorus of praise she’s already received (and rightly so!). 

Ra Bong Hee in Missing Nine is potentially my favorite kdrama heroine. Period. It’s amazing because she has a maternal side to her, but she isn’t made to only fit that role. She is: girly, silly, and clueless, brainy, creative, and a leader, tough, emotional, and loving. The fact that none of the characters make light of her because of her caring and nurturing behavior is already amazing, but the icing on the cake is that she has whole scenes dedicated to how badass she is: kicking Tae Ho’s car, swimming out to get the suitcases, fishing, beating the crap out of Tae Ho, etc, etc. I love her and her complexity so much. I honestly think she’s challenging, maybe even redefining, what kdrama female leads can be. You don’t have to fit on one end of the spectrum: motherly or tough; she OWNS that spectrum and has qualities all along it.


Hello my darlings,

And to each and every one of you who still comes on to winterheart17 just to check if I’ve returned, thank you, thank you, thank you. It’s been almost a year now since I’ve left the world of Tumblr (well, not really, because I still log on and like to scroll my dash at times). So, for you kind souls who have messaged me out of fear that my blog and stories will disappear from inactivity, I’m still here and still safe.

You’ll have to excuse me as I’m getting a wee bit emotional writing this from my desk at the office – and it sounds silly but it’s taking me a whole lot of courage to actually sit down and write this post out. A lot has happened within the past year and honestly, I’ve missed interacting with the community here and writing stories that would just beg me to sit down and type away till 6 in the morning. I’ve missed it painfully so that sometimes, I prefer not to think about Tumblr and the life I created and left behind here.

Just a brief update as to what has been going on in my life since my last post: I’m back with my very first magazine company after the fiasco I left it for. Work has been crazy, literally. To get an idea of it: I write about 38 pages for my magazine every issue (including arranging, loaning and doing shoots). I’m responsible for cover interviews and stories, the magazine’s focus, the entire lifestyle section, and other personality features. Not to mention, as they are looking to expand their web reach, I have to churn out one web story every day. It’s a lot on my plate but I am truthfully happy and thankful that this means I’m getting a lot of opportunities and building up my portfolio. I’ve written features which people love (even having one personality send me flowers because of the way I told her story!). I’ve had people tell me that my stories have made them cry and those comments have brought tears to my eyes because I never thought after Tumblr, I would ever have anyone say that to me again. And it’s made me miss this so much more.

The truth is, I haven’t written fiction/fanfiction in almost a year and I’ve been meaning to sit my ass down to finish up Happiness? I Do. but every weekend, I’m either working, or if I’m not, I’m drained from writing and would much rather spend it unwinding with my boyfriend or doing other things that will help anchor my sanity. And it makes me incredibly sad because I feel like I’m letting a very real part of myself go. This might sound silly to a few of you because I place so much importance on my blog but this is the place where I made so many wonderful connections and had people writing in to tell me that my words helped them through some very difficult times. More importantly, this was the place I first discovered I could write and that I loved/love writing.

And you honestly have no idea how it makes me smile and I feel my heart break a little when I read the very sweet and kind messages you lot send me. Because they aren’t just encouraging words, they also mean that throughout this one year, I’m still remembered and cherished. So, thank you. So many times I’ve been tempted to post on here but the truth is, there is a part of me that is afraid of some hate I will get too (from past experiences). I understand that a lot of you are here for the stories, and I don’t want people to get the wrong idea that I’m falsely promising story updates. Nobody wants me to finish Happiness? I Do. more than I do. So, if you’re reading this and would like to reach out to me, I do beg you to please be kind with your words and not lash out!

If you’re wondering if I’m ever going to finish the story, I’m afraid to say it, but yes. The answer is yes. The problem is that I cannot give you a specific deadline or timeline because of what I’ve just described in the above. Another major problem I’ve run into is that since becoming a writer for a magazine now, I’ve re-read Happiness? I Do. and I’m picking up so many inconsistencies and errors that I want to re-start it over. Yes, you read that right! I want to re-write the story (same plot, don’t worry!) but to have it more well thought out and edited better. That has been on my mind for the past 2 months and once I start re-writing, I’m not going to post until I’ve re-written at least 10 chapters, so I can stagger the posting and not have such long hiatuses.  

I know a lot of people would have dropped the story by now, but that’s okay. I’m writing it (and finishing it!) for myself and for all you really lovely and faithful readers who have never once left me (such a cheeseball!). But as I’ve said, please don’t get your hopes up high that it will be coming anytime soon because the last thing I want to do is to disappoint you – and also, I won’t post anything till I’ve re-written 10 chapters. I’m sorry I’ve been away, I’m sorry if any of you felt like I’ve abandoned you, I’m sorry to have left my wonderful readers hanging. Please know that the messages you’ve left me in my absence continue to keep these embers to return to writing here glowing. Thank you all for your positivity and love <3

*I’ll reblog this a few times just to make sure this post stays on top of my blog and is seen