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How to Save the MIDDLE of Your Story

Here’s a comforting hug for any writer who’s had to suffer the pain of knowing the middle of your story is dragging.

If I’m going to use a hug gif, I’m using this one. 

For a writer, is there any experience worse than writing the middle of a story? Unless it’s knowing that the middle is dragging? Knowing it, yet not knowing how to fix it? This is the epitome of writer despair for me, so I’m guessing there are other people like me.

But after a while, you have to stop wasting time on writer tears, and start figuring out what to do to fix that dragging middle. So you ask yourself: “Why is it boring?” Then you ask yourself: “What’s the opposite of boring?” Then you answer yourself: “Action.” (Maybe only my train of thought takes that route …)

Yup, action. What is your main character DOING in the middle?

Main characters take a lot of actions to achieve their goals. And they take the majority of those actions in the middle of the story, the part that can either feel like riding a roller coaster, or feel like driving a golf cart through a peanut butter river. How do you keep readers from feeling like they’re stuck in the contents of a Reese’s cup?

Identify the MAIN ACTION of your story, and make sure it’s darn enjoyable. 

So what IS the Main Action? To identify it, locate the goal of the story. Like these:

Star Wars = Save Princess Leia. 

Hamilton = Be an integral part of the founding of a nation. 

Harry Potter = Defeat one of the most powerful wizards of all time.

Ratatouille = Become a great French chef. 

When you think about it, all main characters are like Disney princesses with “I Want” songs. 

Then after you’ve identified what they WANT,  figure out what that main character DOES to achieve that goal. For example:

Star Wars = He learns and uses the skills of a Jedi.

Hamilton = He writes and he fights.

Harry Potter = He goes to school to become a wizard.

Ratatouille = He goes to work at Gusteau’s (by using a human puppet) and works his way up through the ranks.

You need to figure out the lovely catch-all term that encapsulates ALL of your hero’s actions throughout the plot. Yeah, they’re going to take A LOT of actions, but every one of them is going to be a part of this wide overarching BIG action. It’s not enough to just figure out the goal, then figure out the obvious strategy a person would take to reach that goal, then call it a day. These work for two distinct reasons. 

Reason One: These actions are IRONIC. 

If the Jedi council were holding auditions for new little Padawan’s, there’s a good chance this guy wouldn’t have gotten a callback:

In the beginning, Luke’s whiney, naive, kind of annoying, and a bunch of other adjectives you could apply to an obnoxious nine-year-old.

When it comes to Hamilton, honestly, at first glance he looks perfectly suited to the main action of “fighting and writing”; those are two of his greatest strengths. That is until you realize that he has zero self-restraint, impulse control, and pushes ALL of his strengths to such extremes they inevitably ruin his life and the lives of others. So, nah this action ISN’T actually perfect for him.

In the beginning of the story, Harry is completely ruled by his abusive Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin: he lives in a pest-infested closet, wears glasses held together with tape and a prayer, and a good day to him is not getting beaten up by Dudley’s gang. In other words, he is utterly powerless. 

And Remy … Remy’s a rat. Rat, plus food. Rat putting his little rat feet on food. 

Or in other words: Irony! The heroes are NOT SUITED to perform these actions. In fact, they’re the exact opposite of what would be easy for them to accomplish. And if the main action is exactly what they’re not suited to do, that action will apply pressure to their weaknesses. And what does pressure do to weaknesses? Forces you to confront and overcome them. Which makes things interesting. Which makes readers and audiences curious. Which are essentials to a good story.

And what’s the second reason these work? 

These main actions are fun. The main action – or the middle of your story – is also the fun and games of the thing. This is why we picked up the book! This is why we spent 14 dollars for a movie ticket! This is the stuff they put in the trailer! Which means it has to be fun. Fascinating. An answer to a longing that this world just can’t meet. Think of this C. S. Lewis quote: “If we find within ourselves a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” You’re a writer, you can CREATE other worlds. Do a good job.

So! To figure out the main action of your story, that will make or break the middle of your story, answer these questions:

1) What catch-all term can encapsulate all the actions my hero must take to achieve their goal? 

2) How is that action IRONIC? How is it exactly what my hero is NOT cut out for?

3) How is that main action FUN? Fascinating? Satisfying because none (or few) of us will ever get to experience it?

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I wrenched my key out of the door to our flat and then slammed it shut behind me. Kicking my shoes off, slamming down my keys and my bag trying to make as much noise as possible.

“Baby?” Harry came into view, sweats on and a t-shirt. It had been his day off. “You alright?”

I raised my eyebrows at him as I flung my coat over the nearest piece of furniture.

He nodded, “Right, obviously not.”

He watched and followed me, as I silently fumed, dragging my bag and coat behind me which Harry hurriedly took from me when I looked ready to fling them again. “Do yeh want to talk about it?”

I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling, “It’s just going to make you upset.”

He lay down on the bed next to me, “Well now you have to tell me.”

“That guy Ron made a… suggestive comment to me again today.”

Harry immediately stood up, “Are ya jokin’? That’s the third time this has happened this month alone!” I waited for him to calm down. I was seething myself and I didn’t want to feed off his energy and do something irrational. “Did you report him?”

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Top 10 Movies Everyone Should Watch (For Anonymous).

I don’t know if anyone wants to know why I chose each of these movies but I will write a little bit about why anyway, to defend my choice, if nothing else.

10. Requiem for a Dream (2000)

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This movie looks at addiction. It’s kind of brutal on your emotions and got to me quite a lot but it’s one of those movies that needs to make you feel like that. It’s upsetting but it’s a very good movie.

9. Secret Window (2004)

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I haven’t watched this in a while, but if it’s as good as I remember it being then it is rightfully on this list. A very good adaption of the Stephen King story. A very interesting, mysterious kind of movie.

8. Inception (2010)

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This is a great movie, and even if it wasn’t, the scene pictured above makes it worth watching alone. The idea behind this is unique and it is so so so gripping. A lot of people are confused by it but I don’t think that’s a downside; it’s a very well thought out movie and if you are confused by it, I don’t think you’d at all mind re-watching it.

7. The Machinist (2004)

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This movie is very clever. The foreshadowing used in it is superb and It keeps you guessing until the very end. It ended up being a lot more moving than I initially expected it to be.

6. Filth (2013)

People may say I just like this movie because it’s set in Scotland and that’s where I live but I think this movie was absolutely fantastic regardless of that. It was advertised as a comedy but, though it is darkly hilarious at parts, it is not a comedy. This movie will get to you. It literally left me with my jaw hanging in the cinema and stayed with me for a long time after I watched it. James Mcavoy’s acting in it is also brilliant. Definitely, definitely worth watching. A fantastic movie.
It is released on DVD in the UK on February 10th.

5. Donnie Darko (2001)

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This was the first movie I ever saw that made me think and totally changed the way I looked at movies. It really moved me when I first watched it at the age of twelve and it still moves me when I watch it. It’s mysterious and dark and interesting and haunting: a great movie.

4. Memento (2000)

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This movie will fuck with you. I would probably say this movie is a masterpiece. It’s filmed in a fantastic way, and I don’t want to say too much about it but I have never seen another movie where everything was so different from what it seemed. Very unpredictable.

3. American Psycho (2000)

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This is a strange movie. I don’t think it got it’s point across as well as the novel did but it also isn’t as stomach-wrenchingly vile as parts of the novel was so that’s good. This movie is actually quite funny but it makes a much deeper, darker statement, it’s very enjoyable to watch and is very thought-provoking. It is different from the novel but is in no way disappointing. A fantastic movie from a fantastic book. Patrick Bateman is also, oddly, a very likable character, and Christian Bale plays him brilliantly.

2. The Butterfly Effect (2004)

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This was the first movie that ever really, really fucked with me, and it’s still the movie that fucks with me the most. Watch the director’s cut. This movie will take you on an emotional roller-coaster and will stay on your mind for a long time after you watch it but it is so worth it.
This is 100% a movie that everyone should watch.

1. Fight Club (1999)

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And, of course, here it is: Fight Club.
I don’t care if this is cliche. Fight Club is the greatest movie I have ever seen and probably always will be. Every second of this movie is enjoyable to watch. I don’t think I can adequately explain why this movie is so great so I’m not going to insult it by trying, but I will say this: this movie changed my life, and if you don’t ever watch it, you are truly missing out.
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything.”

Well thanks to anyone who read this, and please don’t insult my chosen movies; I know there are so many more amazing movies that aren’t on this list but I could only choose 10.


Originally posted by thunar

Q: Who gets chocolate ice cream and who gets vanilla?

Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Hinata are fully devoted chocolate goers. Kageyama likes vanilla, despite Hinata’s squawks of disbelief. Tsukishima gives them all a disgusted look and orders strawberry.

Q: Which amusement park ride do they all ride together?

Yamaguchi and Yachi will not even look at the roller coasters. Hinata is ambiguous. He cowers in fear before most rides with heights, but will never not ride them. He usually ends up screaming with joy and waving his arms all about, and then when it ends, his knees start knocking and he almost always throws up. Kageyama doesn’t mind them at all, and will ride absolutely anything if Hinata riles him up and gets into the ‘need to beat Hinata’ mentality. Tsukishima doesn’t like heights but a) is just as bad as Kageyama if Hinata so much as thinks about pushing his buttons and b) enjoys seeing them all cower in fear.

They will all ride at least one roller coaster together. But that’s about it for Yamaguchi and Yachi’s nerves. They may ride the merry-go-round together too if Yamaguchi ever manages to persuade Tsukishima, but that’s a task even the greatest struggle with.

Q: When finishing a group project, who’s the one, if any, that makes sure it’s layouted nicely and gets those little plastic folders to make it look ‘professional’.

Tsukishima and Yachi. Tsukshima makes sure they’ve covered everything they needed to in the project, and gives plenty attention to make it look presentable. It’s Yachi, though, who takes it and comes back the next day making it look like the documentation for a professional government transactions. Hinata and Kageyama gape and until this day still cannot believe it’s the same paper they’ve been working on for months. Yamaguchi has a less jaw-dropped reaction than the both of them, and he’s just over all immensely proud of all his friends

Q: The group has to pick a restaurant, who chooses where they go?

Yamaguchi. Hinata and Kageyama are too busy fighting over who is going to choose where they go. Tsukishima is ‘too cool’ to make a decision. Yachi is too busy trying to stop the idiot duo from fighting. It’s always Yamaguchi who pushes them all into the nearest restaurant. He has a strange fondness for McDonalds.

Q: Who’s the responsible one?

None of them really are. Tsukishima gets dragged into Kageyama and Hinata’s silly arguments more than he likes to admit. Yachi is too worried over the implications of what might happen if these fights were to ever escalate to ever do anything to stop them. Yamaguchi is the chaotic neutral who enjoys seeing Tsukishima getting dragged down to the toddler-level fights Hinata and Kageyama always seem to start way more than anyone ever thinks he would. 


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By Tavi Gevinson

August 2013

The general public has managed to make Taylor Swift’s greatest strength seem like her greatest weakness, and it makes me feel sad and angry and like people are really missing out on something great. By “general public” I mean email-hosting sites and sometimes Fancier Publications, and by her “greatest strength” I mean Taylor’s unique ability to focus in on one detail or exchange and magnify it completely in this way that makes it feel at once universal and deeply personal. I don’t want to devote too much of this holy ink and paper to haterz, but I do want to free your mind from any reservations about the Swift Power in order to fully prepare you for a MAGIC-CARPET ROLLER-COASTER RIDE across this CANDY LAND BOARD of a DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE from BRITAIN(= NOT LIKING TAYLOR SWIFT).

Swifties see the characteristic at hand for what it is: writing. Her songs are her point of view, making it her job to blow up the most minor event into something that more accurately represents the way she experienced it. As Tay quoted Neruda in her Red liner notes, “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” This is basic Nabokov shit, right? Everything hits harder in memory. Everything changes color. Her first album will tell you she is a natural crusher, daydreamer, hopeless romantic. Obsessing over the briefest of encounters is what we do. She was just born to translate it for millions of people. And I don’t think her commercial responsibilities detract from her genuine passion for her craft. Have you ever watched her in interviews when she gets asked about her actual songwriting? She becomes that kid who’s really into the science fair. Her hands go crazy and she explains all the different categories she breaks emotions into and how they all have their own individual sounds. Then the interviewer totally doesn’t get it because it’s 60 Minutes and they were hoping for a pleasant little soundbite instead of, like, an Andrew Kuo–style verbalization of the human psyche. And Taylor smiles, perfectly aware she just weirded them out, perfectly aware it’s the same weirdness from which she pulls all these beautiful songs.

So the fact that people think they’re, like, Nancy Drew for claiming that none of her relationships have lasted long enough for her to be able to write a song about them really proves only that she has this uncanny talent for dressing up an experience until what happened matches how it felt. I don’t care that her relationships aren’t long-term—she’s a little busy running a goddamn empire! I don’t care if she only dates guys to write songs about them, like people say—she dates people, she writes songs about her life, naturally many of these songs are about people she’s dated, and many of them aren’t, as well. Mostly, basically: I DON’T CARE, I LOVE IT.

These are some of my favorites, severely edited down for word count. I almost didn’t want to publish it, because her music is so close to my heart, but I also really wanted to publish it because her music is so close to my heart. Please handle with care.

Album: Taylor Swift

“Our Song”

Somewhere in the dark depths of deleted YouTube videos is a circa-sixth-grade recording of my childhood best friend and me singing this while I play guitar. Taylor’s one of the reasons I learned guitar (along with some vague image I had of ROCK STARS and PEOPLE IN COOL HATS), and I was very serious about imitating her country twang. While Taylor is not technically an exceptional vocalist on this first album, she knows exactly how to make each word sound on an emotional level. Her instincts are just right, her cadence is so her. Like, it’s not just that her lyrics perfectly match up with the music and together they accurately capture a certain emotion—you can also just hear it when she’s smiling, or looking up, or thinking. This, I would argue, is more important than technically good vocals, and it’s also very rare.

“Picture to Burn”

So much sass! Pickup trucks! Dads who are gonna beat up ex-boyfriends! I’LL TAKE IT.

“Stay Beautiful”

This song KILLS me because I only ever listened to it a few times way back when, which means rediscovering it was like seeing someone you didn’t even know you missed but you’re suddenly so grateful they’re in your life. The lyrics totally apply to young Taylor: “Don’t you know, you’re really gonna be someone. / Ask anyone.” UGHHH. I think I get so emotional listening to her first album because it’s just so heartening to think about where she was when she wrote these songs (lonely, bullied, awkward phase, bad at boys, country-music nerd) and where she is now (BFF to PLANET EARTH). She’s a prime example of how you can turn a middle-school-rooted inferiority complex into beautiful, relatable art. She’s like Chris Ware, except not, except totally.

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jimon + "what do you want me to say- sorry??" "no I want you to say it won't happen again. sorry means nothing" "I can't do that" make of that what you will, thank you!!!! hope this is a good prompt

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Simon has never been a reckless person. Ever.

Being the oldest sibling, he was constantly under his mom’s thumb, making sure he didn’t do anything completely stupid and ruin his life forever. He never wanted to, anyways, because he loved his mom and smoking pot just sounded boring. Sure, he’s gone on a couple roller coasters and drank some wine with Clary after sophomore homecoming, but that’s pretty much the extent of his rebellious phase.

Needless to say, Clary is pretty shocked when he tells her that he’s dating Jace, the absolute definition of bad decision made without any further consideration. If Simon had a dime for every time he thought that Jace was either going to come home missing a limb or dead, he’d be able to pay for the stress medication he should be taking whenever Jace goes out on a hunt. Shadowhunting isn’t a fun business, and it’s definitely not an easy job, but it always seems like when the Lightwood siblings come back from a hunt, Jace is always the one that looks like he’s been put through a meat grinder three or four times.

The first couple weeks they were together, Simon just chalked Jace’s injuries to the fact that he had to kill actual demons for a living. It wasn’t like he was killing a spider, Simon reasoned, so of course he’s going to come home with a different black eye every other week. It wasn’t like Alec and Izzy were coming back scratch free, either.

But they weren’t coming back with broken finger or ankles every other time.

After those first couple weeks, Simon knew that something else was going on. Jace always had the worse injuries, always had to be half dragged into the Institute after a hunt just because of how badly he was hurt. Every time he saw him on his way to the infirmary, head lolling back and forth like a puppet whose strings had been cut, it broke Simon’s heart.

Finally, after the 3rd broken leg in a month. Simon had had enough. He practically begged Alec to let him come on one of their missions, after swearing seven ways to Sunday that he was just going to watch, and that he wouldn’t interfere at all, and that if he did Alec had every right to kill the demon and then Simon.

They left right as the sun started going down, just Alec, Jace, and him. It was supposedly a relatively easy job; a newly turned werewolf had been roughing up some Mundanes pretty badly, and they were just supposed to go and retrieve them so Luke could come and pick them up. “Nothing we haven’t done a hundred times before.” Alec assured him, as his eyes stayed trained on the bow that he was runing up. Simon could sense Jace behind him, heart beating faster than usual, but not as fast as to be nervous.

Simon was too busy wrapped up in his own head to notice Jace approaching him from behind, causing him to jump slightly when two arms wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the crook of his neck. He turned his head slightly to see Jace’s hair falling over his face, and he gently reached up a hand to brush it away so he could see his eyes. Simon looked at Jace for a moment, trying to decide if he was nervous for himself or Simon, before Jace lifted his head and looked straight at him, eyes soft and kind, just like always.

“Don’t worry babe. You’re going to be fine.” Jace said with a low voice, a tiny smile stretching over his lips in reassurance before leaning in to kiss Simon’s cheek. Simon could feel a blush starting in his cheeks, but it did nothing to ease the apprehension that was twisting in stomach.

“It’s not me that I’m worried about.” Simon murmured, leaning back into Jace to feel his arms tighten slightly around his waist to keep him steady.

“Simon, don’t be worried about me. I am the greatest Shadowhunter ever.” Jace said back, smile breaking wide over his face, and even Simon couldn’t resist doing the same. They were snapped out of their little moment by Alec clearing his throat loudly. They both jumped apart quickly, embarrassment crawling up Simon’s neck and mixing with the fear that was growing even larger, for some reason.

“Come on. We’ve gotta get going.” Alec said before turning around and striding towards the large double doors of the Institute, looking every bit the leader that he was. Jace followed right after, only pausing briefly to look back at Simon and jerk his head to follow. Simon started and caught up to him, slipping his hand in Jace’s before they pushed open the doors and headed out into the world.

Finding the werewolf had been easy enough. All they had to do was follow the trail of Mundanes lying on their backs, groaning in pain resulting from the claw marks on their shoulder. Luckily enough, it was relatively simple to convince them that it wasn’t a wolf that had attacked them, just a particularly nasty dog. They followed the trail until it lead them into an alley between an office building and a tiny Italian restaurant. It smelled like printer ink and rotten tomatoes, and at the end of the alley, hunched in the corner, was a large brown wolf.

Simon looked at Alec only to find him gesturing towards a dumpster, one that would allow him cover while still being able to see what was going on in front of him. Slowly, he crept over and knelt down behind it, holding his breath until he was behind it before realizing that he didn’t need to breathe (that was one vampire trait that he was still getting used too).

He looked behind him to see Alec and Jace advancing on the wolf slowly, Alec’s bow hanging loosely by his side with an arrow already nocked, and Jace with his seraph blade raised slightly. They moved quietly, making sure not to startle the wolf in case he decided to fight back, and before long they were at the end of the alley. Simon leaned out behind his dumpster a little bit more, just so he could see what was happening.

Alec reached the wolf first, speaking so quietly that Simon could only make out a couple words here and there, “okay” and “safe” and “home.” Jace stood back a foot, blade raised warily and shoulders tensed in a fighting stance. At first, it seemed like the wolf was actually going to cooperate, as they raised their head and stared at Alec with big, doleful eyes.

But of course, nothing ever goes well with these three.

The wolf was up and snarling in an instant, and even though Simon was far enough back where he couldn’t get hurt, a spike of fear lanced up his spine all the same. Alec’s bow came up, string taut and ready to fire, but he never got a chance to use it.

As soon as the wolf started to growl, Jace launched in front of Alec and pushed him backwards, blades drawn and out in front of him. From where he was, Simon could only see Jace’s back, but he could hear him crystal clear.

“Come on, wolfie. Come and take a bite outta me.”

Snarling, the wolf leaped towards him, teeth bared and claws outstretched. Simon wanted to run up and push Jace out of the way, but he was stuck in his hiding place, partly out of fear, and partly out of anger.

Because even as the wolf landed on Jace and tore it’s claws down his shoulder, Jace made no movement whatsoever to try and escape.

He just stood there, like a statue, seraph blades raised high and feet squared in attack position. Everything about him seemed to scream fighter, but he did nothing. Simply stood there and let the wolf rake its claws down his front.

Simon didn’t know what he was feeling. As he stood there and watched his boyfriend get mauled by a werewolf, he could only feel a cold sense of dread rising up in his stomach and choking him out.

Alec stepped in after a moment, landing a solid kick onto the wolf’s side that sent it flying into the wall. Jace fell to his knees, hand coming up to clutch the scratches running up and down his front and shoulders. The wolf hit the wall and slid down to the floor with a pained noise. From where he was, Simon could see past Jace as the wolf turned back into a human. A girl, no older than 16.

Simon watched from behind his dumpster as Alec pulled out his phone and called someone, muttering “Yeah, we got her. Alley between an Italian place and an insurance company. We’re on 51st. Cool, thanks Luke. Yeah, see you later.”

With that, he shoved his phone in his pocket and walked towards where Simon was crouched, extending his hand to help him up. Simon took it shakily and pulled himself to his feet, shooting a concerned glance down the alley to where Jace was kneeling. Alec followed his gaze and let out a sigh.

“How many times? Does he do that?” Simon asked quietly, watching as Jace pulled up his sleeve shakily to draw an iratze under his wounds. Three claw marks extended from his shoulder blades to right underneath his collar bone, blood dripping out slowly.

“Every time. You should count yourself lucky. Usually it’s much worse than this.” Alex replied in the same quiet tone, sorrow weaving in between the words all the while.

They stood in silence, watching Jace as he drew iratze after iratze over his assorted wounds, shimmering slightly and weaving the muscles back together every time. Eventually, he stood back up, stretching his arms out with a grimace and walked towards them.

Silently, the three of them turned around and headed out of the alleyway, and back towards the Institute.

The walk back to the Institute was silent, only punctuated by quiet birdsong and the occasional siren of an ambulance. When they got back to the church, Alec was the first one through the doors, leaving Jace and Simon standing out on the steps, looking at the setting sun with a detached interest. Neither of them really wanted to go inside, both being content to just stand with each other. Simon, however, was less that pleased with everything that he’d seen that day.

As he stood on the steps of the Institute, the quiet anger that had been burning in him ever since the alley bubbled over. Vaguely, he felt his hands shaking slightly with anger, but he had much bigger things to worry about.

“What the fuck, Jace?” He asked quietly, eyes glued to the stone beneath him. He could sense as Jace turned his head to look at him, but Simon was afraid of what he might say if he did the same.

“What are you talking about, Simon?” Jace replied, mild confusion leaking its way into his voice.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Simon snapped back, hands curling into fists at his side. His vision had started to haze red with anger, brain whirling and trying to rationalize what the fuck Jace had been thinking. “Back in the alley. You - you let that wolf attack you. You didn’t even try to stop her, Jace. It’s - it’s like you wanted it to hurt you.”

Jace didn’t reply for a long moment. The only thing Simon could hear was the wind rustling through the trees, and the steady thudding of Jace’s pulse. A moment passed. Then two. Still no response. After the silence almost becoming unbearable, Simon opened his mouth to say something, before he was cut off by Jace.

“I just - I - I don’t know.”

“You’re going to have to do better than I don’t know, Jace.” Simon seethed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. How could he not know? That’s not something you just don’t know.

“Jesus, Simon, what do you want me to say? Sorry?” Jace bit back, venom dripping from every word and then Simon had had more than enough. His head jerked up and eyes landed right on Jace’s, which were burning with anger and frustration.

“Sorry? Sorry?” Simon replied, voice growing louder and louder because what was going ON, “You think that sorry’s going to make this better? I watched you practically get torn apart back there, Jace! Sorry doesn’t mean anything!” He was yelling at this point, and he could feel angry tears welling up in his eyes at the thought. How could he think like this? Why was he doing this?

“Then tell me what to say, Simon.” Jace yelled back, taking a step towards him at the same time, fists balled in anger like Simon’s.

“I want you to tell me why you let that wolf practically maul you without fucking fighting back! I want you to say you won’t do that again, you fucking asshole!” Simon screamed, voice breaking as the tears started to flow over his cheeks, hand coming up to hit Jace hard in the sternum. But then, there was just silence.

Simon looked at Jace expectantly, trying to see if there was an answer hidden in his eyes. But there was just anger, and frustration, and just the tiniest bit of regret. Simon pushed off Jace’s chest and stepped back again, hands returning to fists at his side. Jace looked down at the ground, throat working as he tried to come up with a reasonable response.

“I can’t do that.” he whispered to the ground, and Simon felt his heart fall through his stomach and shatter on the steps below him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t tell you that I won’t do it again. Simon, you don’t understand, I -”Jace replied, desperation saturating his voice as his hands fell limp at his sides and all of the anger drained out of his shoulders. Simon watched Jace cave in on himself, and it felt like he was watching him die.

“No, I think I do, Jace,” he interrupted coolly, anger evaporating into a detached sense of calm and regret churning in his stomach, “I think that I understand perfectly well.”

“Simon, please, just let me explain -”

“When you’re ready to tell me the truth, Jace, I’ll listen. But I can’t stand here and listen to you tell me that you wanted that wolf to hurt you like she did -”

“That’s exactly what I wanted, Simon. Please, just let me -” Jace said, reaching out to try and grab Simon’s wrist, trying to make him stay and understand, but he wouldn’t. Simon ripped his hand away right as he grabbed it, and he used the momentum to push himself towards the doors. He could dimly hear Jace calling after him, but his head was too filled with questions and doubt and fear at what Jace had just told him. He kept walking into the Institute, and as he pushed open the wide oak doors, he didn’t look back.

Ten things a domme needs from the sub

The most common way I’ve heard Dominance described uses words that I wouldn’t use to describe a dog. Especially today – there are a LOT of anti-Dominant posts, and a lot of “Submissives Deserve XYZ” posts. But one thing I’ve almost never heard…what do Dominants deserve? Where is our “10” list?

1. Know your Responsibilities.

Dominants have responsibilities. We hear a LOT about that in our community. We have the responsibility to be forgiving and understanding. We have the responsibility to be strong and independent. We have the responsibility to be wise and patient, and to be controlled and in control of ourselves and our partners. We have to accept accountability for whatever happens with the submissive. We have the responsibility to take responsibility (and accountability) for both our actions, and (often) our submissives’ actions.

Well, submissive responsibilities exist too. (No, not “suck my dick daily” kinds of responsibilities. Those are play rules, or relationship kinks.) Responsibilities in submission are supposed to include communication with your Dominant. Having patience with the relationship. Working to build trust with your partner. And having realistic expectations of the relationship, while understanding the meaning of discretion when things need work. You know…all the stuff below?

2. Remember Patience?

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace, and grace is a little girl…

When you start dating someone – you don’t ask them to marry you the first week out. Nor the first month, or (hopefully) the first year. So why are you in a rush to be “collared” immediately? Why is there this pressure to invent a myriad variety of “collars” to validate every single status change in the relationship? Date. Hang out. Talk.

The same with fetishes. I understand you are a HUGE anal slut. But let’s build up to that. Yes, I can probably put together a scene with 23 different ass sensation toys, and a half dozen different positions, with FancyRopeWork ™. But why? Let’s share other experiences. Let’s learn each other before moving into what should be a permanent relationship.

It takes time before a dominant becomes YOUR Master. It takes time for us to learn your little idiosyncrasies. It takes experience to recognize your body language, and to be able to intuit your fears and your feelings. There will be false starts, and stops, and pitfalls, and awkward situations. If you actually want a relationship with your Dominant…be realistic about it. (see #3)

Expecting us to immediately rock your world…it happens sometimes. But most of the time, it takes time and effort before we know you well enough to really rock out.

3. Have Realistic Expectations.

You aren’t perfect? Well, neither am We. We’re learning every day. A good Dominant (one who will eventually be worthy of the title “Master”) is constantly working on those imperfections, through self-help, personal exploration, educational classes, and reading. Expecting a 29 year old to pay for all your dates, have a fully equipped dungeon, be the perfect boyfriend, help pay your rent when you’re behind, god-like lover, and be a Master-of-All-Toys is, frankly, naive.

It takes a lot of work to build a relationship - and that relationship has to be built from both ends. We understand that you are sacrificing a lot when you surrender your body - often, so are we (see #9). We are as giving as we can be of our time, our money, and our emotions. It hurts us just as much when we’re dropped, dumped, manipulated or lied to. But, you may have noticed, we don’t have “Dominant support” groups, by and large. So while you’re risking more of your body and heart on the front end – we’re risking a hell of a lot of our soul and our mind on the back end.

If we’re with you, and making an honest effort…respect that. We respect you (even when we’re calling you cunts while whipping your ass) for your ability to take pain and suffering and then turn it into something amazing. We recognize your talents and efforts. Please, recognize ours.

4. Consistency.

It’s a real roller coaster ride to have a submissive who is one person in the morning, another at night, and a complete third when she skips her meds (see #7). And roller coasters are fun…but they don’t make for great daily activities.

We’re going to do the best we can to enforce the rules consistently. To respond to your needs as much as we can, when we can. To be the same Dominant on Monday that we are Saturday night. What we ask in return? The same thing from you. Make the effort (see #9) to follow those rules. Don’t give us the A#1 effort Saturday night at the party, and then just coast on the relationship for the rest of the week.

There’s something to be said for a sub who is the same Monday through Sunday in her level of devotion, her level of commitment, and her level of caring. We honestly don’t care if that level is low, medium, high, or barely existent. We’ll work with that – that’s what a Dominant does. We motivate, we train, and we guide. But if you’re giving us a different persona and a different level of submission every other day… the greatest Master in the scene couldn’t deal with that 24/7. Neither can we.

5. Discretion within the relationship.

Yeah, so. Going online and chatting in a slaves group, or on Fet, about how your Master doesn’t scratch your itch, or how you’re so disappointed he didn’t do SexyMoveA#1 last night? That’s not cool. We don’t (believe it or not) go around gossiping with every Dominant we know about how tight your ass was last night, or how funny you looked sobbing after an emotional edge play scene. Please have the same courtesy - don’t assume that just because you’re the submissive, you can talk about anything in our relationship that you want to and call it “submissive sharing”. If you have a genuine issue in the relationship - we should be the first person you talk to about it. Not your online friends. See #10 about that.

This is not an endorsement of abuse. If you are being abused (physically, emotionally, financially, psychologically, sexually, etc.), for the love of God, go to your local shelter. Your nearest victim advocate. Or the closest police station.

But please bear in mind – below that particular level? Relationships will always have problems…talking to your partner solves a LOT of them.

6. Trust. (No really, actual trust, not “earn it or else” trust)

No, this doesn’t mean trust me immediately from word one. That would be insane.
But this ties in with #8 and #9. You’ve heard the old adage “trust takes time”? Well, trust also takes effort. And communication (see #10). From both parties. Trust is a two way street. If your Dominant has to constantly prove that he’s worthy of your trust, then why are you with him?

I was once with a woman who had me convinced that it was a Dominant’s job to constantly be earning and re-earning trust. I heard the mantra of “a Master /earns/ trust” at least once a day. The entire relationship was one long marathon of constant effort to “earn” her trust by doing everything she wanted, and never disagreeing with her. It took a slap ‘round the head and shoulders by a senior Dominant and very trusted friend before I realized that I was being used.

7. Sanity.

This is a no brainer. But unfortunately, it rarely gets spoken of in our lifestyle. If you have depression, bi-polar, manic episodes, or have been described by previous friends, dominants or family members as a “wild and crazy” type…the odds are that you, in fact, need therapy. Possibly medication. There’s no shame in that – a HUGE percentage of people in this modern world have psychological issues that need to be addressed with pills or therapy. Please seek it BEFORE approaching a dominant. We, in return, will attempt to do the same for our own issues. Entering deeply emotional and effort-related relationships should be done AFTER the mental health issues are addressed and under control.

8. Stop Recycling the Past.

Your last Dominant hurt you. Or didn’t measure up. I understand that, personally. My last submissive didn’t either (see #7). But that said…this is us, starting fresh. I certainly want to know if your last Dom was abusive, hurtful, or cruel. You need to know if my last submissive was, too. That’s part of the whole “communication skills” thing in #10 and it will affect how we interact. I do NOT, however, need to hear a daily address list of the A-Z of everything you ever disliked about him…or a weekly update on how I compare to him. Considering that I probably don’t do any of the former, and don’t care about the latter. This is a new relationship. You wouldn’t enjoy me constantly comparing you, out loud, to my last girl. You wouldn’t enjoy an intimate partner constantly comparing you to their last lover. I don’t enjoy it either. Keep the past, in the past.

9. Honest Effort and Understanding.

You want us to know how hard submission is? Well, we want you to know how hard Domination is. We have to think in three dimensions about the emotional and psychological impact of everything from our tone of voice to our tools, from our clothes and cologne to our cock and cunt hair. It’s exhausting at times, and just like submissives…sometimes we burn out. Sometimes we’re too tired to be SparkleMasterLeatherDom/me. And just like we are expected (by our Dominant brothers and sisters, if not by our submissives) to be consistently understanding and supportive of slaves rights and feelings…we deserve a little consideration ourselves.

10. Communication Skills.

Domination AND submission. Master AND slave. Top AND bottom. Please note the “and”. You AND me. Kenova AND Cassie. Snowy AND Toy. The “and”? That has a lot of meaning. It means that just as much as you expect us, the Dominants, to communicate with you about your training and performance…we expect the same. We deserve the same. If you have concerns - you need to talk to us, not post it on Fetlife. If you feel hurt, you need to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with your Dom, not slam them to all of your friends. If you honestly believe that your Dom has problems? Talk to them about it. Be a big girl/boy/boi/slave/slut/whore/bottom/queer/toy/androgyne.

But if you can’t communicate at least as well as you expect your Dominant to communicate to you? If you aren’t making the honest effort (see #9) to become a better communicator? Then you’re the problem, not the Dom.

I Feel That When I’m With You, It’s All Right (Foxxay).

When you love someone, you know you’d do whatever it takes to make that person smile, and it was exactly what Cordelia tried to do everyday; Since she had confessed her feelings for Misty, every morning would be full of little kisses and giggles for the awakening, some days there would even be surprise animal crackers she knew the Cajun would love for breakfast; At the Greenhouse the Headmistress would always steal giggles from the younger witch by making horrible jokes Misty loved so much, or by tickling her and getting rewarded by laughs and smiley kisses.

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anonymous asked:

would you mind doing hc about going on a date with the chocobros to the amusement park?? 💕💕

I’m screaming - this is SO CUTE!!
Omg I’m melting ahhhhhh (≧∇≦)
can I please go with them to the amusement park? like, right now?

The Happiest Place with You


Being the awkward grumpy face he is, Noct would definitely be whiny for most of the day, just to annoy you, really. If you were in the early stages of the relationship, he would behave himself. But considering you’ve been together for a while, he would find it fun to continually torment you. He would be trying to play off that he wasn’t having any fun because he knows it would make you try even harder to make him enjoy his time at the amusement park. But really, look at him at the Moogle Chocobo Carnival and you know this guy is actually having the time of his life - having you by his side makes it all the better.

Again, he’d be a grump about wearing matching outfits. Inside though, he’d be screaming with delight. To see you pout a bit more (because he finds it adorable), he would randomly grump about having to wear the outfit. Throughout the day, you would catch him laughing and grinning, which would allow you to poke fun at him in return. Noct would deny being scared of any of the rides, especially the huge roller coasters. He would be far too embarrassed to admit he was afraid. The prince would go on them so he could see you smile, but he would be absolutely terrified the entire time.

At the end of the day, when you asked him if he had fun, he would definitely tell you yes. He would stammer and laugh slightly as he apologized for being such a brat all day - it was fun for him to torment you. You would admit that you knew he was doing it for kicks and giggles and the two of you would laugh it off. Even including Noct’s grumpy attitude, you would have a great day together.


I hope you’re prepared for one of the busiest, most fun days of your entire life. Amusement parks are fun, loud, and full of joy, just like this sunshine chocobabe. Before you go, it would be guaranteed that Prompto would pick out cute couple’s outfits for you. You wouldn’t necessarily be wearing the exact same thing, but it would be obvious you two were there together. And be prepared to get there right when the amusement park is opening - this guy is going to want to have as much time there with you as possible.

Prompto will be, as usual, obsessively taking pictures. Of you, the rides, the shops, the merchandise, the people, the characters, the decorations, the buildings, and, of course, more of you. There will be selfies galore of the two of you together, his favorites being the ones where he surprise kissed you. When you get back home, Prompto is going to print out all of the pictures he took and put together an entire scrapbook to preserve all of the wonderful memories you made.

As for rides, be ready for it all. Big or small, you can be sure Prompto wants to go on it. He’ll be somewhat strategic about the lines initially, then he’ll see something he really wants to go on and practically beg you to go on it then. When you laugh and tell him of course you can go on it now, he’ll cheer excitedly, grab your hand, and run off to get in line. Prompto is such a big kid when it comes to everything this kind of stuff. When you get off of the rides, Prompto is the type of person to shout, “That was SO AWESOME!! Let’s go again!!” You will hear that a lot throughout one of the greatest days you’ll ever have!


Wait…. Iggy at an amusement park? Prepare for a wonderful day, sarcasm not implied at all. While many might think Iggy would be grumpy or displeased to be at the park, he would be so happy to be there with you. He would know that a fun day is in the works, and he wouldn’t want to ruin that for you. A day at the amusement park with Iggy would be extremely fun and extremely relaxed. Considering he’s not having to keep his eye on Noctis, he’d finally be able to completely focus on you. There would be lots of laughs and smiles as you enjoyed your day together.

Iggy would love trying the different foods available, especially the desserts and snacks. He would ask you what your favorites were and make mental notes coming up with new recipes so he could surprise you with something similar in the future. This guy would love going on the rides with you, and would almost always be laughing whenever you got off of them. The two of you would take cute couples photos, but you’d also take a lot of silly pictures together and of each other. Iggy knows how to kick back and have fun, but this would be a side of him the bros would have to see to believe.

You can be sure that Iggy will be showing his affection for you throughout the day, even if it’s just in small ways. Being surrounded by strangers and not having any of the bros in sight makes it feel like it’s just the two of you in this world, so he is a bit more willing to publicly display his affection. He would hold your hand while walking and put his arm around your waist when you were standing together. When it came time for the fireworks in the evening, Ignis would stand behind you and wrap you in a tight hug. He would love the feeling of you cuddling up against him as you watched the show. This guy would do everything he could to make this a very special day for the two of you to have fun, let loose, and be your true selves around each other.


You will be at that amusement park from open to close. This guy wants to get his money’s worth - you know and love him enough to expect this, so you’re definitely fine with it! He would go on any of the rides with you, but his favorites would be the big ones. The ones with the really steep drops that make your stomach flip a few times. Gladdy would successfully coax you into going on them with him a few times, even if you were starting to feel dizzy or slightly sick. Of course, if you really didn’t want to or you were really feeling their impact, he wouldn’t force you.

Another favorite part of Gladdy’s day would be playing all of the carnival games. He would make it his absolutely mission to win you one of those ridiculously huge Moogle plushies. You both would know Iris would be extremely jealous once he won you one and you’d laugh about it for a while. The thought of an upset Iris would be lingering at the edges of Gladdy’s mind though, so you two would go buy her a smaller stuffed Moogle to match the massive one Gladdy had won for you.

You can be guaranteed that Gladdy would be that somewhat annoying guy that would start tickle fights while you’re walking through the park or randomly pick you up so he could carry you around as you squirmed, trying to get away, but laughing all the while. When it comes to shows, Gladio wouldn’t hesitate to lift you up so you could see over the crowd. And having you hugging his arm as you walked through the park or waited in lines would make his heart race - he’d be super happy and excited, although he would never admit it aloud. When your feet were tired by the end of the night, Gladdy would insist on carrying you, absolutely adoring the feeling of you snuggling up to his back as he gave you a piggyback ride to the car after a long, wonderful day together.

This was originally posted on LiveJournal on September 25, 2009. I’m keeping the text its original form as much as possible; the only things I’m updating are broken links, broken pictures, and a touch of formatting. This is something that I went back and forth about transferring to Tumblr because it’s insanely personal and emotional… but it’s also one that I should probably preserve in more than one spot. 

Context: This was written the day after 5x03 aired. Yes, I have been talking about the codependency for a very long time.

My respect for Supernatural just went through the roof.

I plan on doing a review later today, complete with pics and probably some capslock. For now, I need to address something else. 

Last night I watched the ep, I chatted about it online, and then I tried to go to bed. As I rolled over to shut my eyes, though, two little things came into my head and I found I couldn’t go to sleep. 

This episode kept me awake last night.

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Top 15 reads of 2014

2014 had been my breakthrough in ‘reading’, I personally denote that. Because I am really a lazy-ass reader as the 2014 enters, but I was amazed by myself that I had read If I Stay for like two days—which is not normal to me—then it was followed by Thirteen Reasons Why, then If I Stay’s sequel Where She Went. Then I know I’m latching on to books.

These books are the books that I had read in 2014, not the books published in 2014. Since I’m just making a debut in the world of books, I might read some books that were published a long time ago.

This list is order-sensitive. So what goes in the top is my most favorite read of 2014.

14. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han

This book had sent me into a screeching level. I just shouted when I realized the things hadn’t turned out the way I thought they would be. I was hooked by the amazing and catchy premise of it so I picked it up for a read, and I didn’t really regretted it! Its sequel, PS, I Still Love You, is one of my anticipated releases of next year. I just can’t get enough of this thing! I had read books of Jenny Han, and for me, this is the greatest among them all.

14. Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock by Matthew Quick

I read this in the late 2014, so it has the tiniest chance of being included here in my favorite reads, and who knows? I loved Leonard Peacock, I love how the way he thinks, it’s just so inclined in the reality. I love how he stood up for his decisions, and how he changed the world. This book really made me stunned on the lowest level, and I loved this. LP will always be on my heart. The thing I hate the most about this is that the ending is badly abrupt. I hate abrupt endings. Real talk.

13. Every Day by David Levithan

David Levithan never fails to write amazing plotlines, connections, and characters. The contemporary world is not that diverse, but David Levithan makes a difference. His characters are diverse and profound that you need second guessing and reading in order to absorb what he is trying to say. I love A. I love Rhiannon. I love every one in this book. This book shows the different sides of the world we live in. Too bad I’d read so much greater books than this this year, but it would’ve topped the charts. Another Day, its sequel, will be coming out next year and is one of my most-anticipated books next year.

12. Scarlet by Marissa Meyer

Scarlet, the second installment of the Lunar Chronicles, is also included here. I loved Scarlet more than Cinder, the first in the series, because I think Scarlet had have much more feelings than Cinder. Scarlet is such a feels-wrecker. I never knew how can I contain my feelings. Real talk: I had read this I classes because I just couldn’t get enough of this. Wolf and Scarlet make a great love team! They’re one of mt OTP’s. Haha.

11. Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson

Amy and Roger had traveled America. And I loved it! It’s like I had also traveled with them. I knew the loneliest highway in America, and I knew so much about Yosemite Park, I loved this book so much. I was really doubtful at first because I think this wouldn’t cut my favorites, but I was wrong. I was just so much wrong. This is good. I think I have a thing in road tours by now. Looking forward for Second Chance Summer and Since You’ve Been Gone!

10. The DUFF by Kody Keplinger

This novel made me cry. Literally. Like it was brown out in our place and I decided to read it in my tablet and I cried. I also finished it on that one sitting because this is sooo good. Is that convincing? Haha. This has family, friendships, and everything in it. This is a total package. Too bad the movie was wrecked. Ugh. They really stirred a good novel badly. Hail, Kody Keplinger!

9. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell

This is my first read of one of the leading queens of contemporary–Rainbow Rowell. And I find it cute and loveable. Eleanor and Park are like oil and water, that they aren’t made for together, but still find a way. But nooo…at the time I was deeply in love with the two of them and the story and everything, ugh. I don’t want to spoil you guys, even though I know you’ve read this already, But I was painfully hurt when I read the ending. They should be in ecstasy. But whatever, I love Rainbow and her loveable characters so much.

8. Looking for Alaska by John Green

I’ve read all of John Green’s books this year, but this is the only one who made the cut. I love the characters–Alaska, Miles, the Colonel, and Takumi, I love them all–their gang, their pranks, their hanging-outs, and I hated this book so much! The ‘before’ and 'after’ thing! It’s like 'ugh’. I was crying. But anyway, I love the book. I like how the characters developed. The story overall, and everything. Preach!

7. Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige

This is my first fantasy novel to be read this year and I was also doubtful in reading this. But hell yeah, I’ve finished this for two or three days! I was totally in love with this and Dorothy and no, I realized that you shouldn’t really be attached to a fictional character because you will cry a lot of tears and your heart will be wretched by the author. I just hate Paige. Hahahaha. She’s so awesome in writing these type of things. I was amazed how many debut novels were in here right now. Since maybe I was also a debutant in reading this year? Maybe. maybe not. Loved this.

6. Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Cute. Romance. Friendship. Family. Heartbreaks. CUTE again. This is so much of a roller-coaster ride! Shit. Shitshitshit. I cannot get enough of this book. But, sad to say, this is the best of the series. May or may not be, Lola and Isla isn’t that compelling to me unlike this one. I love Stephanie Perkins for writing this book!

5. Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver

This is one of the most compelling books I’ve ever read. I think this has changed some principles I had. I love this book. I love the characters, Sam? I think. Sorry if I forgot. I’d read this back in July or August so it’s really hard to wrap up characters. But this stands alone, and I love it. A powerful book, you guys better read this if you haven’t. This will change your view of the world. Seven days. Seven chapters. You’ll never regret reading it.

4. Wonder by RJ Palacio

I’ve read this just this December, I was late in being informed that this was an amazing book. Like, you just cannot dodge the message this wants to tell us. This will also change the way you view the world just like BIF, I love Auggie, his strength, his everything. I love how he thinks about not caring and giving a f*** to others. I love his courage. I want that one. This had struck me to my innermost self. I really, really and highly recommend this to everyone! No matter what your age, your genre, and your status. This has a general message. And I want you to read this to find it out.

3. The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan

I’ve read this on January and it had stayed for like seven or eight months being my favorite. It was then replaced by Falling Into Place so it ranked my second, then Falling Into Place was replaced by Cress, so it falls down in third. I just have this thing in charts so I keep track of my books’ reads, so I can handle my own chart. It was so good to have something like that. TROP is a novel about seventeen different students having different life problems and POV’s, it was so great. Especially that it was written in poetry or in verses, I really do have a thing in poems, you know. That’s why I’d loved it. Also, the connections were so much amazing and beautiful! This is a short read that I finished for just one sitting. I don’t know what pushed me to read this one morning–at 6AM, I started reading this and it was so much fun!

2. Falling Into Place by Amy Zhang

This is like a mash-up of all the books I ’d read this year–If I Stay, 13 Reasons Why, and Before I Fall (but the first two books didn’t made it to the cut). It was so awesome! Liz, and everyone in the gang is so much loveable. I love how the story was being told. 80+ chapters but it seems so much hanging. A wonderful debut from a teenager, and I loved it. I hope she make so much more novels like this. It is very compelling. I loved this. HOW MANY TIMES DID I SAY 'I LOVE THIS’? Ugh. 'Cause it’s real. It was hard not to love. Better read this guys. It will make you cry, laugh, shout, and everything.

1. Cress by Marissa Meyer

This is the third installment in the Lunar Chronicles and this is the best book by far, Meyer will release two more books–Fairest and Winter--next year which are two of my most anticipated releases of 2015. I didn’t expect that this will put me in a super roller coaster ride of emotions. Real talk: I CRIED IN THIS. It was like reading this after I woke up (straight from stretching then grabbing my copy and reading this) then I cried when ugh, I can’t say it. This also made me swoon because of the OTP’s in here. Thorne and Cress have a spark, guys. They really have. And Wolf. Shit. He’s more heroic and fantastic and awesome than ever! And Kai, it was so much amazing. And Scarlet and Winter’s appearance in the last few chapters, the whole book is awesome! Meyer, you have my vows. You topped my favorites list (and you have two entries), and I want to greet you–and myself–that we both made it! And please, don’t kill any of the six main characters, it’s just that I love them so much. Pleaaaase.

Happy 2015 guys! Keep track of your reads so that you can see who’s topping the charts! Hahaha. Have an awesome New Year!

Open Your Eyes (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Request: Bucky and Steve being friends with you before the war and then having to deal with the grief of losing you after they come out of the ice.

Follow up to Close Your Eyes (Bucky) and Close Your Eyes (Steve)

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20 reasons why I love Superman

In order to celebrate Superman Day today, June 12th, I decided to share with all of you a list of 20 reasons why I love Superman.

But before I start I must say that the order displayed here does not mean any type of preference. I love everything about Supes. Therefore, these 20 reasons are parts of a whole.

So let’s go…

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Always Keep Fighting

A/N- What? I’m like 4 weeks late on this? What? Psht I dunno what you’re talking about.

Your name: submit What is this?

*Flush* Dean turned around to wash his hands but stopped when he saw his reflection in the mirror for the first time in weeks, he waved his hand to make sure it was him since he could barely recognise the person staring back at him. The bags under his eyes became heavier along with the untouched stubble. His hair has become shaggy from the lack of nourishment and his frame had begun to slightly shrink. Dean sighed as he washed his hands with the cold water, but he simply couldn’t feel the ice cold liquid freezing his hand. He exited the bathroom and walked down the sickly halls of the hospital, passing devastated families along with the few happy ones. As he walked by several rooms the smell of fresh medicare made him heave but nothing would come out but bile.

He gloomily entered your room but at the sight of your peacefulness he slightly smiled. Even in a coma you still managed to make Dean feel butterflies. Even though your skin had become paler and so had your lips, you were still beautiful as ever in Dean’s eyes.

It had been 6 weeks since you were awake and Dean had left the hospital four times in those weeks. He didn’t want to but the nurses forced him out, demanding he needed a shower. He wasn’t giving up hope but he was running out of options, until a desperate Sam spoke up.

“Dean… we still have some Dream root in the car.”  Dean knew how much you hated the invasion of privacy but the doctors didn’t know what the Winchesters knew, and one thing they could try is forcefully pulling you out. He did warn you after all, Dean repeatedly told you to wake up or he’d pull you out himself but you didn’t answer leaving him no choice. One thing Dean knows for sure is that you are not getting off the hook so easily, he still had to tell you “i told you so” and you’ll hear it, one way or another.

“Dean…you sure about this?” Sam entered your room with the root looking as terrible as his older brother. Dean exhaled, observing your unmoving body once more, was he doing the right thing? One thing he learnt over the years is that apparently his good intentions always end in bad ways so is prying into your head consequence free? Suddenly your laughing face flashed through his mind making the ends of his mouth slightly twitch upwards, thats when he knew nothing will stop him from getting you back.

“Yeah, I’m positive Sammy.”  After 10 minutes of persuasion, Dean agreed to bring Sam. It was bad enough Dean was invading your mind but bringing his little brother into your memories worried him, everyone deserves to have secrets and if Dean should not know the things you hide then Sam shouldn’t either. The brothers chugged the vile substance in unison, trying to not heave up the liquid. Dean slowly sat on the chair next you with his head on your lap while Sam took the lounge opposite your bed. Seconds later the only noises that were heard was the beeping of your life support and Dean’s soft snores.

Dean woke up gasping for air as he looked at his surroundings. He was in the impala sleeping in the front with Sam in the passenger seat. Seconds later Sam woke up inhaling through his nose as he backed up into his seat, unaware of his environment. The brothers looked around the car, searching for any sign of you, or well any sign in general.

“Where the hell are we?” Dean slowly exited the car, feeling the unbelievable cold air hitting his skin. “Aren’t we in July?” Dean shivered questioning his younger brother who shrugged in response. Dean squinted his eyes and saw a long and narrow road ahead of them. He also noticed how the moon seemed to be unusually large and the stars were cartoonishly twinkling.

“Uhm, apparently Lebanon” Sam pointed to the men of letters bunker that was far stretched ahead of them on a really long road, funny they didn’t know there was a road like this that lead to the bunker. Dean and Sam sat back into the car as they slowly drove towards the bunker in the cool frosty night.

“So lets follow the road that connects our heart, indeed” The ride to the bunker was faster than usual but when they exited the impala, they were suddenly in the library. Dean noticed how it wasn’t as bright as it should be and how it felt fake. He looked at his brother wondering if he felt the same and he weakly smiled, confirming this fake place was what you’ve been living in. You should be out there, in the real bunker, not in this made up replica. Dean flung a lamp at the wall, letting the frustration take the best of him. That was until he heard your pure voice that made him feel instantly calm, something he hadn’t felt in 6 weeks.

“Dean?”  His gaze landed on yours and his tensed face relaxed at your beauty, your skin was full of colour and your lips were pinker than ever. Dean broke out into a grateful smile as he crushed you into a warm hug. He didn’t stop the tears from flowing as you were in his arms once more. He thanked the heavens that he found you. You hugged him back with equal force, snuggling into his shoulder as he chuckled thankfully into your hair, which smelled of your favourite shampoo. Oh god he missed that scent.

He pulled back and stared into your naive and unaware eyes. He kissed you on your responding lips and he inwardly sighed, the lack of your touch over the 6 weeks made him slightly go insane. You looked at a content Sam and smiled when he lurched towards you, enveloping you into a bear hug. You pulled apart and looked at the warn out brothers. You looked at Dean and saw how exhausted he looked, the bags under his eyes, his untouched but frazzled hair or his scrubby stubble that hasn’t had any attention in weeks. Sam on the other hand looked worse, his hair had gotten longer as well as his beard. That made you wonder, how long had you been out for, it felt like days but nothing more than a week. You spent the last few days hunting a nest with Sam and Dean, well the Sam and Dean in your head, since Death paid you a visit.

“What are you guys doing here?” You looked between the two, wondering how they got into your head in the first place.

“Y/N, this isn’t real. You need to snap out of it. We’re inside your head, Y/N. This isn’t real baby, you’re in a coma” Dean let the words roll of his tongue, there was so much he wanted to say but there wasn’t enough time. You sighed and placed your hand on Dean’s cheek, he leaned in like a desperate man craving your touch which broke your heart.

“I know baby, I know” Dean stiffened under your touch and he gently touched your hand.

“You know?” Dean searched your eyes, wondering why you hadn’t woken up if you knew. You were a fighter, always had been. You would have your insides on your outsides and you’d still fight.

“Death he saved me Dean… He gave me this” you pointed to your comfortable bubble. “He told me about the coma and said I should stay in here cause it’s safer”

“Saved you?” Dean looked around your fantasy world with his hands in the air. “This isn’t saving sweetheart,  this is imprisonment. You belong with Sammy and me, in the real world, in the real bunker ” you sighed not expecting dean to understand but you looked at Sam who seemed to get what you were talking about.

“What are the chances of you not waking up, Y/N.” Dean looked back at his brother squinting his eyes before widening them back at you.

“It’s not the matter of waking up Sam… its what I’ll be when I do” Dean didn’t understand you so he kept quiet waiting for you to talk further.

“There’s an 80-20 percent chance that if I do wake up i’ll forget who I am, what I do and most importantly you two. So Death told me to live out the coma in here before he comes to take me in about 4 months” Dean stared at the bunkers floor, he didn’t know which was worse, you not waking up or you forgetting him entirely. He inhaled deeply in through his nose releasing a shaky weak breath.

“But there has to be a way, you can find a way. You always do, right Sam?” You smiled at an acceptingly sad Sam, Dean waited for his brother to reply while he kept looking between the two of you. “Sammy?”. Sam shook his head, feeling the tears fall. Dean felt the sudden knot in his throat and the same sick feeling in his stomach came back.

“Baby you know 20 minutes ago we were at that amusement park in Water ridge, remember that?” You walked towards Dean and placed your soft gentle hand on his heaving chest.

“Yeah I remember” Dean whispered while you wiped the fallen tears away.

“That had to be one of the greatest days of my life. You were so terrified of that roller coaster, even though you made me burn that picture of you, I still kept a spare” You pulled out the crumpled photo from your pocket and you smoothened it out. Dean smiled sorrowfully at the picture. Your hair was everywhere, covering your entire face as you looked lovingly at Dean and Dean was simply screaming his eyes out while you laughed.

“The real picture is in my drawer, the bottom one, under all my socks alright” Dean shook his head, not accepting you weren’t coming back with him.

“No stop it! Don’t talk like that… You’re coming with us” You smiled through the taunting tears that never seemed to stop.

“I’d rather be unconscious and brain dead then wake up and not remember my bestfriend and my boyfriend.” You looked between and grieving Sam and a stubborn Dean, you felt him nod against your palm as he asked Sam to give you two some time.  While Dean watched his brother walk away the tears streamed down his face breaking your heart even further. You pulled him into a hug and he grasped onto you tightly.

“I can’t…I can’t do this without you.” He sobbed into your shoulder and you soothed the back of his hair while you kissed his face.

“Yes you can baby, you were a hunter way before you met me” Dean pulled apart and he pulled you into a loving kiss that was full of grief. He pulled away from you and rested his burning forehead on top of yours.

“But I don’t want to. Screw what Death says Y/N. I believe in you, I’ve always had and always will.” Dean heard the faint beeps in the back of his head as he realised it was time to wake up soon, he assumed Sam heard it too since he came in running.

“Dea- I know Sammy. Look Y/N, if you forget us we’ll make you remember. Plus you said it yourself there’s a 20 fucking percent chance that you’ll make it… and if anyone can do it, it’s Y/N Y/L/N.” You were about to protest but Dean silenced you with an agonizing kiss, like a goodbye kiss mixed with “i better see you fucking later”. You nodded against his palms and he pulled apart letting Sam hug you.

“This isn’t a goodbye, Y/N” You kissed Sam on the cheek and you watched them slowly disappear. You sighed feeling empty once again.

Dean woke up gasping for air, he grabbed his neck in pain and looked at the time, they were out for two hours. Dean looked over to Sam who woke up seconds later with the same reaction. Both the brothers were now huddled over your bed, waiting for you to fight your way through. Sam heard the elevation of beeps in the monitor and looked over to Dean hopefully. Dean saw the twitch in your finger and his heart accelareted as well as yours.

“Sammy get a doctor” Sam left yelling for medical help while Dean whispered sweet nothings to your slightly responsive body. Your heart beat was no longer slow and steady but it sounded like you went on a 4 mile run and as well as a hunt. The doctors rushed in and nurses flooded around your bed. They pushed a reluctive Dean away from your body so they could get a better angle, Dean was about to retaliate until Sam supporitvely held him back.

“They’re saving her Dean.” He nodded warly as he tried to see you through the blue and white uniform.

“Doctor she’s responding” A surprised nurse called out from beside you.

“My god it’s a miracle” You woke up struggling for air as you felt a plastic tube blocking your airway. Your scratchy unused throat burned against the tube and you felt a gagging sensation. “Holy crap” you heard a nurse whisper while the doctor tried to calm you down, you panicked not knowing where you were or who the people surrounding you were.

“Miss Y/L/N. Please calm down we’re removing the tube.” You had tears pooling in the corners of your eyes at the discomfort though you nodded at the sweet doctor.

“1, 2 , 3” The tube was out of your throat and you effortlessly inhaled the oxygen around you. You breathed in and out steadying and leveling your breath as instructed by the nurse.

“Miss Y/L/N, might i add this is a miracle. Your estimated time of awakening was not for another 4 years, this is incredible. You have got to be our fastest recoverer yet.” The doctor examined what seemed to be an X-ray of what you were guessing was your brain.

“Sam? Dean?” Your hoarse voice croaked and suddenly two giants appeared in your vision. The nurse handed you some water which you skulled in in an instant. Dean pushed away the nurses and carefully held your head in his hands.

“You did it. You remembered” Dean kissed every part of your face while you giggled, the staff left your room and let the three of you catch up.

“Thank you” Dean moved away so he could let a beaming Sam crush you. Deans eyes never left your face as he took off his shoes and pants leaving him in his boxers.

Sam groaned at his brother while you confusingly giggled.

“Dammit Dean she just woke up, let the poor girl get her energy back” Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and pulled out his wallet from his fallen jeans.

“Good idea, go get us some grub Sammy.” Sam threw a sassy eye roll towards Dean and took the money. At least this time Sam get’s to actually choose what form of rabbit food he wanted to eat. Sam kissed your forehead before making his way out of the room, closing the door behind him. You looked up to an exhaustedly happy Dean and he gently moved your fragile form over, careful of all the tubes and needles sticking out and into you. He climbed into your one person hospital bed and pulled you ontop of him, his arms circled your body protectively like he was trying to shield you from all evil in the world.

“I told you so” He whispered into your hair and you hummed in content, feeling warm since the emptiness faded along with the fake reality you lived in.

“Wait you never told me, how’d you get into my head anyways?” You looked up to a sheepishly smirking Dean.

“Dreamroot” He quickly mumbled and you giggled, missing his childish antics. He bent down to kiss your lips and he couldn’t help but release a tear in joy. You came back to him, you bet your odd chances on love and it worked. You ended up fighting after all, for yourself, Dean and Sam.

Always Keep Fighting.

stealing bases by poetictragedy, Explicit, 6288 words


Dylan never thought he’d be going on a date with a baseball player but he is. More specifically, he’s going out with Tyler Hoechlin, shortstop for the San Francisco Giants, and someone that Dylan has had a crush on for quite a while.

And Tyler doesn’t know that Dylan has a serious baseball fetish so he takes him to the batting cages… where he only enables Dylan’s fetish and that prompts him to take what he wants.

The Late Show with Mindy Kaling  by halfhardtorock, Teen and Up Audience, 2680 words 


Hobrien ficlet based on appolsaucy’s prompt “Hoech fails at acting while Dylan rockets to success.”

The Greatest Catch by dinglehoppersaplenty, General Audience, 2226 words 


Tyler brings Dylan to the Annual Hoechlin Clan Labor Day Barbecue. Dylan is nervous, but Tyler knows his family will love him. Tyler is right.

The song remains the same by PaddyWack, Teen and Up Audience, 1059 words


When Hoechlin invites Dylan to his parents’, Dylan says yes without giving it much thought.

Make Yours a Happy Home by popfly, Explicit, 24517 words


Tyler turns his head slowly to see Charlotte’s dad watching them, lips rolled into his mouth and dimples in his cheeks. 

“Daddy!” Charlotte throws herself off the bleachers and her dad grabs her just in time, making an “oomph” noise and propping her on his hip. “Mr. Hoechlin was showing me the dances I get to do in gym.” 

“Oh was he.” Charlotte’s dad still looks like this is the best thing he’s seen all day, eyes sparkling in the sun. He’s wearing plaid shorts that are way too big and a white tee shirt that is almost too small, and it’s clinging to him. Tyler figures he’s probably sweaty from the heat of the day and the exertion of the game and he can see the cut of his abs through the damp fabric and he really needs to stop staring at the father of one of his students and also he needs to not be crouched like a bunny right now. 

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The drama that is Scarlet Heart: Ryeo [spoiler alert, read at your own risk]

This K-drama series has left me with all kinds of feels, a writer’s block and the worst drama withdrawal ever. And to think that even without any subtitles I would still probably end up the same way as I am now. Lol.

It’s about a 21st-century woman who time travels back to the Goryeo era. There she becomes embroiled with the lives of the Royal Family, caught between her many loyalties and her knowledge of history. Technically it’s based on the novel Bu Bu Jing Xin by Chinese novelist Tong Hua, but with creative license this version was made to fit Korean history. The translated book was a pain to read let alone finish, so when the news of a Chinese TV series back in 2011, I was ecstatic–at first. After a couple of episodes, I dropped it because I  was too shallow and watching the heroes without half their hair was giving me migraines. Lol.

The Korean version, however, looked so much better during the previews. Trust Universal Studios to know how to suck you in with pretty visuals. Then they go for the kill.  I now realize I got tricked into it with all the hype that went around before the broadcast and now I’m scarred for life. 

So for all those thinking of watching this show, here are 10 reasons not to proceed:

1. DO NOT WATCH if you are expecting this to be a fantasy, unicorn-filled series because of the time travel element in it. It’s freaking not.

2. DO NOT WATCH  when you know you won’t be able to handle 20 episodes of emotional roller coaster from fluff, angst, pain and a whole lot of nothingness after. This show will leave you an empty shell after the finale. Trust me.

3. DO NOT WATCH if you like your shows above 10% rating. This was one of the most underrated shows in Korea despite the awesome fact that this was the first collaboration between Universal Studious US and Korean SBS.

4. DO NOT WATCH if you think the idols(singers) in this show wouldn’t be able to deliver—as per all the noise surrounding this drama.

5. DO NOT WATCH if you are expecting any sexy scenes, but damn if every actor here aren’t eye candies. Even covered in blood and dirt, they still look sexy af.  I think the writers were just being cruel.

6. DO NOT WATCH if you still want to see other K-dramas the same way. This show will bring your standards at a whole different level. I say ‘different’ because it may not be one of the greatest ones, but it surely will be among the most unforgettable ones for being able to kill you in every damn angst-filled episode.

7. DO NOT WATCH if you don’t want to bawl your eyes out. There will be no sexy-one-tear running-down-your-face-kind-of-crying I tell you.

8. DO NOT WATCH if you are single. The main lead will raise the bar so high you will have to watch at least 100 cheesy shows to overcome it.

9. DO NOT WATCH if you want to feel good after. You will want to go find them writers and directors for a chance to strangle them every time you re-watch this show–and yes, you will (see number 10).

10. DO NOT WATCH if you don’t want to find yourself watching this drama again and again, picking out your favorite scenes (dying inside every damn time) hoping for some miracle to happen and it ends up differently.

Anyway, here are a few gifs to discourage you further.

See? It’s the absolute worst. ;)

PS: Good luck watching.

astroboxuniverse  asked:

I agree with you that the last two are the best, but, why do you think so many people in the fandom dislike feast and dance?

Hiya! Always glad to find another Feast/Dance aficionado. We are growing in number and power daily. We will bury you.

Anywho, there are many reasons why so much of the fandom rejected the last two novels (or simply enjoyed them considerably less than the first three), some of which strike me as more valid than others. Cersei’s prominence in Feast was a real problem for those who can’t see her as anything but a superficial villain and/or a misogynistic caricature. The mean-spiritedness of Tyrion’s storyline put a lot of people off, as did the bodice-heaving tone of Dany’s relationship with Daario.

Above all, though, I think the major complaints were structural. Feast took it on the chin for leaving out so many characters, Dance was said to suffer from bloat and filler (I vehemently disagree), and many felt like both consisted largely of transitional, board-setting material. The second half of A Storm of Swords is IMO a tad overstuffed with Big Moments, and it’s immensely to GRRM’s credit that he realized the next stage of the story would have to focus on tracing the ripple effects. A Feast for Crows accordingly spends its opening chapters among those dealing with Storm’s body count: Tywin, Balon, Oberyn…I get that many thought this refractory period made Feast/Dance inherently lesser than the previous installments, but I prefer the exquisite worldbuilding and elegantly exhausted tone of the recent books to the punchy roller-coaster-ride-through-fireworks-display of Storm. The latter is more cleanly and immediately exciting, but IMO the former is more immersive, introspective, and interesting.

There is one particular criticism of A Dance with Dragons, however, which I think just completely misses the point: the idea that GRRM screwed us all over by leaving out the climaxes to the Winterfell and Meereen storylines. In both cases, there was indeed a battle left hanging; nicknamed the Battles of Ice and Fire by the author, they will reportedly kick off The Winds of Winter.

I think it’s worth noting that neither of these battles will actually be the climax to either plot. Stannis will still have to take Winterfell from the Boltons after felling the Freys, and the collapse of the anti-Dany coalition will still leave Barristan, Victarion, and the Shavepate staring each other down over a city ravaged by plague, starvation, dragonfire, and war from within and without. (In the end, the Shavepate wins. Like Littlefinger, he’s a cunning, ambitious, ruthless, ever-adapting, ever-betraying lesser noble…except Skahaz mo Kandaq lacks Petyr Baelish’s crippling blind spots, and so the Brazen Beasts will triumph where the mockingbird falters and falls.) So these battles are just the next verse in an ongoing song.

More importantly, I’d argue GRRM actually brings both these storylines to a head perfectly at the end of A Dance with Dragons, albeit in a fashion more existential than explosive.

In the North, the true climax is the Pink Letter, and what a letter it is! I remain in awe of the (thoroughly earned) audacity of this move: the endgame of the Northern half of Dance is a message whose authorship cannot be satisfyingly resolved, the content of which may have happened or partially happened or not happened at all, and yet for all its ambiguities, it immediately throws Jon’s arc into exquisitely sharp relief. As Adam Feldman at the Meereenese Blot has argued, the Pink Letter encapsulates for the Watch and the reader alike how far Jon has strayed from his vows: openly working on Stannis’ behalf, freeing Mance, arranging for him to make off with the new Lord of Winterfell’s bride, etc. How does Jon react? By shattering his vows without a hint of regret, declaring that he will lead the wildlings south in an invasion of the North. Remember, if you’re someone (say, Bowen Marsh) who lacks sympathy for Jon and doesn’t give a damn about Arya, it would appear that Jon has been the aggressor by sending Mance on his mission and that Ramsay is the rightfully aggrieved party. Now, from our perspective, Jon’s decision to abandon the fight against the Others (having decided to take the wildlings south while sending the core of the Watch to Hardhome, who exactly does he think will hold Castle Black?) in order to Slay a Monster as Heroes Do is sympathetic and relatable, as were the earlier decisions highlighted in the Letter. But that’s the foundation of great tragedy: good people (and Jon is a deeply, almost radically good person) making bad decisions for understandable reasons. That is what GRRM wanted to leave us with at the end of Dance, rather than fireworks. The Pink Letter draws our attention away from resolution and toward revelation; again, it’s an existential climax, not a situational one.

In the East, the true climax is the death of Quentyn Martell. Everyone who decried Quent’s story as tangential at best or insignificant at worst missed how thoroughly his chapters epitomized and integrated the tone, themes, settings, and style of A Dance with Dragons. It’s worth noting that we spend more time in Essos in Dance than we do in the rest of the series combined. In the wake of Dany’s anti-slavery crusade, everything is in flux: cultures, cities, armies, rulers, quests, hopes, dreams, fears, money, all in motion. Essos dangles on the edge. Again, though, what’s waiting for us at the end isn’t an orgasmic release of bloodlust, but an utterly unshakable image of the suffering and (perhaps even worse) entropy undergirding the whole damn thing:

After the girl was gone, the old knight peeled back the coverlet for one last look at Quentyn Martell’s face, or what remained of it. So much of the prince’s flesh had sloughed away that he could see the skull beneath. His eyes were pools of pus. He should have stayed in Dorne. He should have stayed a frog. Not all men are meant to dance with dragons.

Quentyn’s quest was doomed from the start, but that doesn’t mean his story is pointless. I invoke entropy because of the unmistakable sense throughout Feast/Dance that everything is slowly falling apart, that whole societies are coming apart at the seams metaphysically as well as politically. It ends not with a superficial bang, but with a devastating whimper. Quentyn learns he’s not the hero, and that’s the point of his arc: what it feels like to play the role of the hero when deep down you know not only that you can’t pull it off but that you never wanted to in the first place.

These climaxes follow each other directly: Quentyn and Jon’s final chapters stand side by side, a metaphysical bond forged in death from halfway across the planet. Those chapters, both among my very favorites in the series, collapse everything accomplished in the latest and greatest book in ASOIAF into the final thoughts of two young men caught between crushing despair and desperate hope, risking everything on a wild, foolish, beautiful gamble of the type that most fantasy stories would unthinkingly reward, and yet they both die for it. Like I’ve said, Dance is about failure, but not in a hectoring or nihilistic sense; GRRM is proud of his characters for taking their stands, yet unwilling to shield them from the consequences of doing so.

Blank Space

A Dean x reader based on Blank Space by Taylor Swift, requested by my darling willowrosenbergwinchester, you’re my favorite and I love you.

Nice to meet you
Where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought oh my god
Look at that face, you look like my next mistake
Love’s a game, wanna play
New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain’t it funny rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let’s be friends
I’m dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I could make the bad guys good for a weekend

Cherry lips
Crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You’re the king baby I’m your queen
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
But the worst is yet to come
Oh no
Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I could make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like oh my god
Who is she? I get drunk on jealousy
But you’ll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Boys only want love if it’s torture
Don’t say I didn’t say I didn’t warn you

So it’s gonna be forever
Or it’s gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it’s over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game
Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far and leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I got a blank space baby
And I’ll write your name

You watched Dean lean over the pool table and sink his shot effortlessly. He laughed, a deep and warm sound, before taking the money that was laying next to one of the pockets and sauntering back towards you. He caught your eye and winked, a sexy smirk suddenly drawing the corners of his mouth up.

Yeah, you thought, Dean Winchester was the sexiest man on the planet.

You were all in.

The two of you had been right on the edge of a relationship for a few weeks, ever since he had rolled through town and swept you off your feet at this very same bar. Dean wasn’t like the other men you usually met when you came here to blow off steam after work. He was smarter. Funnier. He was genuinely interested you, not just having sex with you- although that was absolutely mind blowing in its own right.

So tonight, as he leaned down to plant a slow kiss on your lips that left the promise of another amazing night behind when he pulled away, you decided that you were all in.

You were sure that Dean was not really a “relationship” guy, and that his history with women, if he ever told you, would intimidate the hell out of you. You were sure that you should worry about the fact that he was gone more than he was around, his mysterious job taking most of his time and sending him traveling around the country. You were also sure that you were going to turn this into every other relationship you’d had: a crazy roller coaster of drama, intense highs and lows, and second guessing everything all the way through.

But what the hell.

A few minutes later, you were cuddled up next to Dean in the front seat of his car, nibbling on his earlobe as he drove the Impala toward your house.

“Hey, babe?” you whispered against his skin. “Let’s do this.”

Dean’s arm tightened around you.

“Do what?”

“This. Us. Let’s really do this. Exclusive and everything.”

Dean didn’t answer you, but he didn’t push you away, so you took it as a sign that he just needed a minute to process.

“It might be a mstake, I know. But we’re good together, Dean. Really good. Let’s chance it.”

When he pulled into your driveway, he hurried to your side. He pulled you out of the car and directly into his arms, and took a deep breath.


You grinned at how simple his answer was, knowing that there was more sincerity in that than anything else he could have said.

“You sure?” you asked.

“About a relationship? No. It’s been my experience that they don’t go well. But I am completely sure about you.” You were glad his arms were holding you up, as you suddenly felt a little weak in the knees. “So let’s do this and we’ll worry about whether or not it was worth it later.”

His green eyes reflected the streetlight and seemed to sparkle as he looked down at you. You leaned up to kiss him gently, lingering to run your tongue across his perfect lips. He lifted you up and carried you into the house, not pausing until you were in your bedroom.

Letting you fall easily to the bed, he took off his jacket and leaned over you, an almost predatory look in his eyes that sent shivers all through you. Dean was right, this may all end terribly. But wasn’t that half the fun? The two of you shared an all-consuming passion that could either be the greatest thing you’d ever experience or the thing that crushed you completely.

And you couldn’t wait to find out which.