#and i'm blaming it on nan

[amplifyme]

Sorry to burst in like this but I have a request for all our generous and benevolent fanfic writers, near and far. Please, please pick a POV and stick with it for the entirety of the scene you’re writing. You wanna change POVs for the next scene or chapter? Have at it. But make that shift apparent to us as soon as we start reading it. Please don’t give us whiplash by presenting a POV in one paragraph and switching to a different one in the next (or even within the same paragraph - yikes). It tends to cause some confusion and can yank your readers out of the comfy mindscape you’ve led them into. 

Please and thank you. ❤️  

[pharawee]

Hello Jane,

Do you have a favourite novel and/or couple in the Love Syndrome Universe?

Thank you,

What? Me? No, never!!

... It's NanMac and by a lot.

[nancyheart11]

last post before eepy.

What do people think about Blush of Dawn? I want to get back to writing it and I'm curious what the impressions it has left (if any lol) are?

[chronomally]

"Eöl trapped Aredhel in the forests of Nan Elmoth and tricked her into coming to his house, and after their marriage he forbade her and later their son Maeglin from leaving, and from enjoying the sunlight, but don't worry they were still happy together for many years until Maeglin became poisoned by his mother's tales of the princes of the Noldor and Turgon's kingdom of Gondolin." How. How could they possibly have been happy together. How is this Aredhel's fault. Explain it to me Mr. Tolkien

[selamat-linting]

telling on myself here but OF FUCKING COURSE the girl who went apeshit over her favorite boyband wearing collars to promote an album (that has a written down bdsm contract as bonus items btw) would grew up into a man who went apeshit over watching bloody dog collar matches.

[mysunshinetemptress]

She is Heaven

Leah Williamson x Cowgirl!reader

Warning:Heaven is out of reach and you can’t blame anyone else but yourself

The roar of the crowd at the CMA festival was almost drowned out by the pounding of your heart. You'd never been to Nashville, never been further east than South Dakota, but here you were, all because of Mitch and his rodeo star girlfriend, Dakota. You shuffled through the throngs of cowboy hats and rhinestones laughing at locals trying to fit into the cowboy narrative, the air thick with the sweet tang of barbecue and spilled beer.

Mitch had given you your pass to the VIP section just behind the sound desk, flashing your lanyard you walked up the steps letting out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding in, you turned looking at the other people that had gathered in the section your eyes flicking around for Mitch or Dakota when your eyes landed on a small group of women laughing before turning as Mitch placed his hand on your shoulder "Hey, you good Oakley." you turned fully facing him "Yeah all good." Mitch had been calling you Oakley as long as you could remember refusing to call you Y/n, you were Oakley to him only to him after Annie Oakley a famous female gunslinger.

You were broken from the conversation by the sound of the three women walking past you and exiting the VIP section, your ears seemed to prick up at the sound of the unfamiliar accent, but the world seemed to go quiet as the taller girl turned her blue eyes catching your greenish gold ones.

"My God she's gorgeous." you thought to yourself.

The festival was in full swing and you were sipping a beer talking to Mitch about his upcoming rodeo gig in California when you felt a tap on your shoulder, You met the same blue eyes you had locked with a short while ago before your eyes drifted to her lips as she started talking "Hi, would you mind taking a photo of us please." You handed Mitch your beer wiping your suddenly sweaty hands in your jeans before reaching for the phone in her hand mumbling out a small sure.

"Alright saw cheese." you smiled at the screen as the three women wrapped their arms around eachother saying a loud cheese as they smiled for the photo.

You smiled at the taller girl as she said a soft thank you taking the phone before you began speaking, your Montana twang thick in the southern air, "that accent's somethin' else. Where you from?"

The woman smiled, a smile that could light up a rodeo arena. "England. I'm Leah." you outstretched your hand shaking hers "I'm Y/n."

Your knowledge of England extended as far as tea and the Queen, but Leah's accent, when she spoke to you, sent a shiver down your spine. It was melodic, a complete contrast to the twang you were used to. Hesitation warred with curiosity. You weren't exactly known for your social graces – you were more comfortable wrangling a stubborn steer than making small talk. But something about Leah propelled you forward.

"England, huh? That's a long way from Nashville." you drawled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Leah, seemingly unfazed, laughed, a light, tinkling sound. "It certainly is," she admitted, her eyes sparkling. "I'm here with my Nan and cousin for the festival."

"Cool, that there is my best friend, Mitch, we're here to watch his girlfriend play it's her first major festival." Leah smiled "Wow, what's her name." God her accent was something else "Eh Dakota, Dakota Jones." Leah's eyes seemed to shine "No way, no way we love her."

A smile bloomed on your face, a genuine one that crinkled the corners of your eyes. Maybe Nashville wasn't so bad after all. "Well, you'll get to see her then, she's on next!" The music thrummed through the ground, a contagious beat that made you want to tap your boots. You glanced at Mitch, who was busy chatting with a group of cowboys, then back at Leah. "You guys should stick around, you might even get to meet her."

Leah's smile widened the kind that seemed to reach her eyes. "That would be amazing! Like I said we're huge fans." Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself wanting to share Dakota's success with them. "Come on, then," you said, gesturing towards the open chairs near Mitch. "Let's get you settled in for the show."

As you led them over, you stole a glance at Leah. The way the stage lights twinkled in her hair, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement – it was like something out of a dream. You weren't sure what it was, but there was definitely something about this English girl that made your heart skip a beat.

As you reached Mitch, you introduced Leah and her companions, a petite woman with a kind face who you assumed was her Nan, and a bubbly blonde you learned was her cousin, Jordan. Mitch, ever the charmer, greeted them with a southern drawl that had Leah and Lily giggling, "Don't mind him he's as southern as the state of Wyoming." Leah laughed at your little dig.

The conversation flowed easily, filled with questions about rodeo life from the wide-eyed English girls and tales of your Montana ranch from you. You found yourself captivated by Leah's stories of quaint villages 1000s of years old, a world far removed from your own.

"So what do you do for a living then?" You asked taking a swig of beer. "I play football," Leah answered nonchalantly with your eyebrows "Football, they have girls football in England." Leah laughed "Yeah like soccer, I play soccer only in England we call it football." Football? Soccer? You furrowed your brow, completely lost. "Like...kicking a ball around?"

Leah laughed again, a sound that was starting to feel dangerously intoxicating. "Something like that, yes. Though it's a bit more complex than that." She gestured towards the stage, where Dakota had just appeared on. "This is quite the experience, though. The music, the energy, it's electric."

But even as the crowd roared and the lights pulsed, you couldn't help but steal glances at Leah. There was a connection there, a spark that you couldn't quite explain. And as Dakota's powerful voice filled the arena, you knew this trip to Nashville, with all its twists and turns, was going to be one you wouldn't soon forget.

As the night began to draw to a close you found yourself feeling anxious over the thought of never seeing Leah again, "How long are you here for." Leah sighed "Not long I'm afraid we came just for this and i have to be back in England by the end of the week cause I'm heading into another England camp."

Your stomach clenched. A week. It felt like mere seconds since you'd locked eyes with Leah across the crowded VIP section, and already the thought of her leaving felt like a punch to the gut.

"England camp?" you repeated, hoping to buy yourself some time to process the information.

"Yeah," Leah explained, her smile dimming slightly. "I play for the national team. We have a big tournament coming up."

National team. Wow. You weren't sure what was more surprising – the fact that Leah was a world-class athlete, or the fact that you, a simple ranch girl from Montana, had managed to strike up a conversation with her.

"That's incredible, Leah," you managed to stammer, forcing a smile.

"Thanks," she replied, her gaze lingering on yours for a beat too long before glancing away.

You had only just met this girl, but the thought of her flying halfway across the world and never seeing her again felt earth-shattering.

An awkward silence descended, broken only by the faint sounds of roadies dismantling the stage and the distant chatter of departing festival-goers. You stole another glance at Leah, catching the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. Was she feeling the same way you were? A crazy, exhilarating hope bubbled up within you.

Mitch, sensing the shift in mood, nudged you playfully. "Well, Oakley," he drawled. "Looks like it's time for us to head back to the hotel. Long drive tomorrow."

You shot him a grateful look. Mitch always knew how to read a situation.

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed, standing up a little too abruptly.

As you said your goodbyes, Leah's hand lingered in yours a touch longer than was strictly necessary. Her blue eyes held a hint of something you couldn't quite decipher, a mix of sadness and a spark of something else entirely.

You stole another glance at Leah, hoping to catch her eye. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to stay in touch. But her head was bent over her phone, fingers rapidly typing a message. Disappointment gnawed at you, but you forced it down.It wouldn't be fair to get ahead of yourself.

As you said your goodbyes, Leah's smile returned, a hint of something warmer in her eyes. "It was lovely meeting you,Y/n," she said, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. "And good luck to Dakota, she was amazing."

"Thanks, Leah," you replied, your voice thick with unspoken emotions. "You too. Enjoy your camp."

As you walked away with Mitch, a part of you ached with the thought of leaving Leah behind. Yet, another part, a more hopeful part, clung to the memory of her lingering gaze and the way her voice had softened when she spoke to you.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't goodbye. Maybe, despite the miles and the vast differences in your worlds, this Nashville encounter was just the beginning of something special.

Oh who were you kidding this was the closest you had ever gotten to heaven and you didn't even ask for her number to stay there even for just a short while longer.

[euovennia]

I am yet again requesting headcanons for the 141 (or whoever you want <3) with a reader who has an angry resting face. And to add onto that, they are very expressive with their love but it comes off as aggressive (not on purpose) because they always look, you know, mad. Like when reader says "I love you," it sounds like a threat and really, they look like they wanna kill them, but they don’t.

whew, i'm so sorry for the wait on this! i took a small break from tumblr so i could focus on finishing some assignments i had for my classes, but they're all completed and turned in so i should be good for now! also i wasn't 100% sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so i tried to write it to where it could be interpreted as both. thank you for requesting and, as always, i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: none other than the fact that i don't know how to stop myself from typing more than i need to

summary: the 141 learns to adjust to life with their newest recruit; you.

john 'soap' mactavish

when price first introduces you to the group, he can't help but feel like he's done something wrong

and honestly no one can really blame him for feeling that way

the expression that paints your face when you make eye contact with him practically screams, "sleep with one eye open"

and while it is mildly terrifying, he only sees it as a challenge

because in his mind, if he can get the mighty ghost to warm up to him, he can get anyone to warm up to him

so as soon as price cuts you loose from the brief introductions, he's already right by your side pestering you with various questions

and while it was a bit off-putting, you weren't really surprised because price had already told you all about soap before he decided he wanted you on his team

so you just kinda stood there and let him fire off his questions while answering them with that angry expression and bored monotone voice that he can't help but love

like you're standing there, arms crossed with perhaps one of the most pissed off expressions he's ever seen in his life but all his mind can think is >:(

needless to say, he doesn't take your prickly exterior too seriously and it's because of this he's able to get closer to you a lot quicker than the other members do

and it's because of this he tends to vouch for you a lot more to the other members when it comes to getting to know you

"they're not that bad, i swear!"

"johnny, they look like they wanna rip your arm off every time you're near them."

"but they don't, that's the funny part!"

best believe this man is fighting for his life whenever your rbf gets brought into the conversation

and i imagine that one day you actually manage to overhear one of these little debates/conversations (tbh they could go either way with how divided they can be over it, especially when it's gaz vs soap)

and you can't just ignore the way your heart warms as you hear soap valiantly defend your honor

it's one of the few times you're genuinely thankful for his big mouth

after listening in to the conversation for a few more minutes you eventually decide to walk away, heart full and the smallest of smiles pulling at the edge of your lips

i think it goes without saying that you go a little sweet on him after that encounter

well

as sweet as you can go when you're the human embodiment of >:(

at least in the opinion of soap

you don't really see the resemblance tbh

anyway

you start doing little things for him

things like offering to take watch for him when you're both on a mission because you noticed that he hadn't really bothered getting any rest

sitting by his side and letting him ramble on about his family, especially how he always begged his parents to let him stay with his nan over the summer because she owned a little family farm that he absolutely loved to run around on

and even the time you learned how to make scotch pie using his mom's recipe he had tucked away in his room

no matter how much he may deny it, that last one had him tearing up as soon as he took a bite

but honestly, can you blame him?

the man barely gets to visit his parents back home because of his work and it crushes him

honestly, it was probably one of the first few things he confided in you when you first started talking

so naturally when price announces that the 141 has been approved for a two week leave, you don't hesitate in logging onto the computer and buying him the first tickets back to scotland

what you do hesitate with is actually giving them to him

so you decide to gloss over that part completely and instead opt for shoving the tickets inside an plain envelope with his name scribbled on the front and a small note that simply reads, "go." before sliding it under his door the night before everyone is scheduled to depart from base

the moment soap gets his hands on those tickets he can't help the way he runs through the halls and bursts into your room to give you the biggest hug you've ever had in your life

unfortunately for you both, you'd already left base by the time he discovered the tickets

and so with a heavy heart, soap makes his way back to his room before packing his bags with a new vigor

the plane leaves in six hours, but he's so excited he can't help but want to arrive early

needless to say those are probably the best two weeks of his life

and while the others are interested in hearing all about his trip, he simply brushes them off in favor watching the door so he can be there for the exact moment you walk in

and after making him wait more than what he felt was necessary, you finally walk in

and this man

the way he shoots up from his seat and runs over to hug you

it's almost enough to send you both flying to the ground

but luckily you've got some stellar balance and manage to save yourselves from being teased by the rest of the team

but with the way soap is squeezing onto you while repeatedly whispering, "thank you," into the nape of your neck, you don't doubt they'll make fun of you for that

even with the mild embarrassment you feel, you simply wrap your arms around the scottish man and offer him a few pats on the back

and as sweet as it is for the other men to witness such a tender scene, they can't help but notice how upset you look

it's almost laughable

and as much as they want to step in and tell soap to back off, they can't help but notice the way you cling onto soap with that soft look in your eyes

so they remain quiet as you and soap hang onto each other, hearts full of warmth

kyle 'gaz' garrick

i'm gonna say it now

out of anyone in the 141, he was probably the one most intimidated by you

he's the youngest out of everyone and so it stands that, naturally, he has less experience than others

it's for this reason i think he's so keen on staying close to price

i mean the man practically plucked him off the streets and said, "you're mine now," so i think it's reasonable that gaz grows a tad more attached to price than the other members

so when he catches a few glimpses of you around base barking orders at the recruits and slamming them into the mats during sparring sessions, he's not exactly dying to meet you

even so, he finds he's not too worried about the possibility

with how often the 141 departs base to go on various missions and how you always seem to be too caught up in whatever you're doing at the time to be bothered to even glance his way, he eventually comes to the conclusion that you'll never meet

until one day price strolls into the common area where he and the rest of the team are minding their own business with you trailing right beside him looking aggravated as ever

he's already a bit uneasy with the fact you now know where the team goes to relax, but that unease slowly shifts to downright horror when price reveals that you're the newest member of the team

now gaz is usually a pretty easygoing and friendly guy so any chance to meet and bond with new people is always bound to be a good time in his book

but he can't help the shiver that crawls up his spine whenever you're around

seriously, who or what made you look so pissed off all the time?

anyway

because he's so hesitant of being around you, he tries his hardest not to bother you

which basically means he tries not to be in the same room as you

and while you may not really notice or care, the rest of the team certainly does

especially price

he's the type of man who prides himself on having a team that knows they can all rely on one another on and off the field and so he'll be damned if you and gaz are the ones to ruin his little streak

so guess who gets assigned to accompany you and the recruits on your morning workouts from now on?

gaz!

and while he's not necessarily thrilled about the idea of being forced into such close proximity to you, especially first thing in the morning, he respects price enough to not question his decision and just ends up going along with it

and at first he doesn't really pay you much attention in an effort to not do anything to accidentally make you even more upset than he already assumes you are

but then he starts to notice something

he notices the way the recruits light up whenever they see you, whether it be during the morning workout sessions or when you're walking around base

and it baffles him because you just look so upset, he can't possibly imagine why they're all so keen on sending you wide smiles or enthusiastic waves

but one day he looks just a little bit closer and he can see the faintest hint of amusement on your face as your lips showcase the ghost of a smile

that's when he really starts to pay attention

and suddenly he can't help but feel a little ashamed of himself

because now he can practically feel his heart melt every time you interact with the recruits

like how you would bring extra ice-cold water bottles to the morning workouts for the recruits who'd forget to bring their own

or the way you wouldn't hesitate to slide them some money if they mentioned being hungry while you were around

and especially how you don't hesitate to lend an ear for them if they seemed to be troubled by something

it's in those few little moments that he can see just the tiniest cracks through your annoyed expression and heated glares

you're not angry at all, he decides, just real shit at expressing yourself

and upon deciding this, he realizes you're not so scary anymore

so now instead of avoiding you like the plague, he actively seeks you out

at first it's to help you out with carrying the extra water bottles for the recruits in the morning and planning the workouts for the week

but then it turns into him asking to sit with you at the mess hall over dinner and keeping each other company in the commons area

and as much as he tries not to, he can't help the giddiness that floods his body when you start to show him that aggressive love he sees you dish out to the recruits

shoving snacks into his hands when you notice he hasn't eaten in a while

quietly sitting with him while he goes through paperwork because you both know he has a tendency to get distracted

and his personal favorite, draping your jacket over him when you walk in on him sleeping anywhere that isn't his room

he always wakes up with a smile tugging on his lips

and despite how cold and distant you may look while doing these things, he doesn't give it much attention anymore

not when he can see the love and care that's reflected in your eyes

simon 'ghost' riley

despite you and ghost having similar exteriors, it becomes more and more apparent to gaz and soap that you're actually quite different

which isn't a bad thing, of course! just a bit unexpected

but it's because of this striking difference that you and simon tend to keep a majority of your interactions on the field

and you both are more than happy to keep it this way

gaz and soap however, are not

so naturally they put together a plan; a plan that consists of soap giving you his most treasured tactical pen so you can use it to write away in that little journal of yours on the ride back from missions just so he can later "confront" ghost and admonish him for stealing said pen

and during all this, gaz simply remains on the sidelines just looking pretty

anyway

after laying into simon for a good ten minutes, soap walks away from the encounter with a small smile before walking up to gaz and saying something like, "now we wait"

and they do wait

patiently

but after a full two weeks pass by and neither gaz or soap can find any evidence of their so called "master plan" working, they can't help but feel a little discouraged

unbeknownst to them, it totally worked

just not in the way they envisioned

you see, by the time soap came up to simon to lecture him about stealing his pen, ghost had already come to notice you scribbling into your notebook with it

so once soap had finally decided to leave him alone, he immediately confronted you about framing him for such a crime

but you just kinda stare up at him with that annoyed look of yours before revealing soap had willingly given it to you

and things just kinda click into place for the two of you; soap wanted to get you talking

and while you and simon had to admit it wasn't a bad plan, you didn't want to give the scotsman the satisfaction of knowing it had actually worked

so whenever you and simon find yourselves in the company of the rest of the team, you decide to remain distant

but when it's just the two of you?

you're straight chilling

especially when you visit him in his room or vice versa

like just imagine the two of you drinking tea that simon was nice enough to make and watching war movies while bashing all the inaccuracies and bad calls the characters make

or when the two of you are out and about on base free from the prying eyes of gaz and soap because they're out doing their own thing

you and simon love finding random groups of rowdy soldiers just to intimidate them

i don't know about you, but i can definitely see simon just standing there with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed while you rest your hands on your hips with your lips pulled into a frown

price definitely gets complaints about the two of you

he does nothing about them

and for a while that's pretty much the gist of how you and simon spend your time together

but i like to imagine that after a particularly rough mission, simon would seek you out just to sit with you

and i can see him as a stress smoker so when he finally does manage to find you and take a seat beside you, you slide him a pack of cigarettes and a lighter

he doesn't ask how you know his cigarette preference, but instead gives you a small nod of approval before pulling up his mask over lips and taking a drag

and that's how you spend your night

just sitting beside each other as you watch the evening sky gradually begin to fill with stars

i think it would depend on how bad the mission went in order to determine exactly how long the two of you stay sitting under the stars, but it doesn't matter because it'll end the same way; you reaching over and giving simon's hand a quick squeeze with a small, "get some sleep, simon. you need it," before you walk away

and he finds himself confused to two reasons

reason one: why did you grab his hand why did he like it?

reason two: how can you say such sweet words but still look so mad?

as much as he wants to play that moment over in his head just to make sure he was remembering things right, he decides against it in favor of heeding your words and getting some sleep

but it's after that moment he can't help but notice how your mannerisms have changed

not only are your words of reassurance more apparent than before, he's also noticed you have a tendency to give his hand/shoulder a reassuring squeeze every now and then

he can't help the small smile that threatens to pull at his lips when you do

but he also can't help but notice how distant and reserved your face looks when you do all of these things

he doesn't really mind it though

but he eventually does bring it up to you one day

it's probably after he tells you one of his god awful dad jokes

like he'll look over at you and notice your sour expression and say something like, "don't look so pissed, they're not that bad."

and you'll respond with a tilt of your head as you tell him, "i'm not pissed. i like your jokes."

then he'll nudge your shoulder before telling you, "with that face? coulda fooled me."

and you'll roll your eyes in faux annoyance as you brush him off with a simple, "that's just my face."

and then he'll look down at you, thankful for his mask so you can't see the small smile making its way onto his face

he might even say something dumb and cheesy like, "i know. i like it."

and you give him one of your rare smiles

and i could end it there and say the two of you are bffs

or i could sprinkle in something about soap running up on the two of you chanting, "my plan worked, my plan worked!"

that's for you to decide

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

MINOR/VAGUE SPOILER FOR HOFAS BONUS CHAPTER

Okay I need to know why are people acting like Cassian's behaviour in the HOFAS bonus chapter was in any way surprising? That bat has never stood up for Nesta, in ACOSF his last main action was punishing Nesta until she took the blame for everyone and their nan's mistakes because of who? Rhysand. He will always choose Rhysand. He has shown that time and again, I'm not sure why this has bothered people so much.

It bothers me in a sense that I absolutely expected this behaviour and he already makes me want to violently bash his head against a wall but idk it's funny how his stans are mad at him for this as if he hasn't already acted like this if not worse and they excused him before or just straight up ignored it

If you still loved him after how he treated Nesta in ACOSF, I don't want to hear it sorry. It shouldn't have taken him being quiet for this reaction. His abuse of her in ACOSF should have been enough. Funny how it takes an outsiders perspective for people to see the ICs faults but somehow Nesta's is never enough when she experiences their abuse first hand

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 14

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Oz Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)

"Struggles with self-worth, adores books, ADHD (though that’s not canon—but he fits the diagnostic criteria), his strongest/most important relationships are platonic"

Sound (My School President)

"Lonely gay teenager who tries to be cool and sauve but gets adopted against his will by a group of losers and then falls for one of the losers who gets on his nerves a lot because he was nice to him once and then he gets all awkward and flustered around the boy and tries to avoid him and antagonize him but the boy sees through it and they eventually end up together and he becomes the most annoying person in love ever"

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

"adhd. possibly some autism too. a weird girl who got outcasted by being herself and sure has some WACK coping mechanisms to deal with it. self worth is IN THE DRAIN. gnc and not straight. writes fanfic. artist. goes through a depression era when at her moms house. loves her mom also. this is canon stuff i'm saying"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA she is so ASDHSUJD. Okay I started watching the owl house because I knew there was a WLW couple, so obviously I had to check it out. But upon watching the show, I got so emotionally connected to it, or moreso the protagonist, Luz, that it could go beyond some people's understandings... I remember that almost any scene showing her neurodivergent traits would hit SO. CLOSE. HOME. It would be unbelievable. I literally rewatched the show more than seventeen times one summer. She is just so goshdarn relatable man. She's the weird kid, has no friends, loves making anime edits, is OBSESSED with a book series, loves witches and magic and stuff, has ADHD, an attention span that is so high when she's engaging with something she likes doing and so low when she's bored. She's just so lovely. I know a lot of people found her annoying in season one but she hit close home to me. Season two was amazing as well and she started getting even MORE relatable!! She started showing her people pleasing, how much she blames herself, it was so sad but I was glad to see a character I could relate to so much on screen. I mean i personally didn't experience the loss of my father and I personally do have one friend whom I'm able to share my life with, but she's still super relatable. She can be so silly and so cool. And her impulsivity and the way she realized she doesn't know what she wants to do when she grows up also hit close home. Mwah"

Gundham Tanaka (Super Danganronpa 2)

"Goth autistic theater kid"

Saiki Kusuo (Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

"He's very dead inside, especially in the English Dub, and introverted. But even so, he cares a lot for his friends, even if he never says it to them and he finds them annoying most of the times. He also be nosey and just insert himself into others' situations that don't involve him (obviously, he makes it so that nobody knows he's there and, obviously, he's also complaining about this all the time). He's canonically aroace, or at least aroace spec He's canonically trans. He was born as a girl but he didn't like it so he immediately turned himself into a boy with his psychic powers. An argument could be made about him being on the autism spectrum."

Drew (The Music Freaks)

"I don't like him actually I hate him and love him st the same time in fact but. This man is so real and such a horrible jerkwad to everyone around him. I mean I can't relate to THAT but I should mention he also gets jelous easily, he is in love with his best friend who does not like him back, he's all moody and grouchy and bratty. And so am I and I hate it lol."

[bitbybitwrites]

OK . . am a day late . . . but not much has been done around here, bc I was struggling to finish the latest chapter of Puppy Love. (my RWRB WIP).

But here's what I got for you - snippets from a couple of ficlet fridays I'm working on (one RWRB, one Klaine) that are going to really be a wee bit longer than what I share here and a snippet of the next chapter of my Klaine WIP - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home . . all under the cut.

Also, by the way, many thanks to the following folks who tagged me for this and six/several/seven sentence sunday these past few weeks - you are all awesome!:

@alasse9 @daisyishedwig @onthewaytosomewhere, @thesleepyskipper @forabeatofadrum

@sophie1973 @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @taste-thewaste @blueeyedgrlwrites

@annepi-blog @duchessdepolignaca03 @softboynick @thinkof-england

And if I forgot anyone I'm sorry!

1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic)

“Yes, Bradford. I’m curious as well.   What are you doing here?” Four heads whipped around quickly to focus on Lillian, her face inscrutable, watching them all from a few feet away. Bradford Anderson stepped through the doorway, forcing Cooper to back away reluctantly and frowning as he did so.  Cooper sidled closer to Blaine who had a similar expression on his face. Bradford leaned down to kiss Lillian on the cheek.  “Aren’t I allowed to come see my own mother - or even my sons?” Lillian’s mouth pursed as she debated her reply.  “I did think you and Pamela were spending the holiday season in south of France this year. You can’t blame me for being surprised at this impromptu visit.” Bradford shrugged as he removed his wool overcoat and held it out wordlessly towards his sons.  Blaine tentatively took it from his father.  Cooper quickly tore it from Blaine’s hands and tossed it unceremoniously into a nearby chair. “Yes, well, what a lovely day for a family reunion,” Cooper said tightly.  “But we were just sitting down with Nan for dinner . . ." “Wonderful,” Bradford said, cutting Cooper off from the rest of his thought.  “I think I’ll join you.”   And in a display of sheer self-centered obliviousness, Bradford Anderson waltzed out of the foyer and into the direction of the dining room, ignoring the rest of the party gaping at him as he walked by. For a few moments the four remaining in the hallways just stood in silence, unsure exactly what had happened before them. Kurt knew this was bad.  Very, very bad. He knew the last person on earth Blaine would have wanted to see right now, besides maybe Kurt, was his father. ‘Perhaps . . .I should go?”  Kurt suggested meekly. “I don’t want to interfere with any. . . um, family affairs . . .” he whispered.  Lilian sighed deeply as she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in an apparent sign of frustration with her own flesh and blood. “No, Kurt, please stay." she said. "You’ve been kind enough to cook for us and before our surprise guest made his appearance, I was going to ask you to join us.  I had just wanted to check with Blaine first. Blaine, sweetheart, what do you want us to do?” Lilian quietly asked. The question however, fell on deaf ears.  Blaine was all too focused on staring towards the direction his father disappeared to than listening to his grandmother. Kurt could practically feel the tension radiating off of him. “Squirt?” Cooper gently touched his brother’s arm. “Are you alright?” “Oh yeah, just perfect, “ Blaine muttered bitterly. “Blaine?” Blaine’s head quickly tuned to Kurt, who was nervously  was twisting the hem of his apron in his fingers.  “I can go, Blaine.  I don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than it already is.” “Stay. . .go.  It doesn’t matter to me,” Blaine said flatly.   “Blaine, I can tell your father to leave," Lillian said softly.  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Blaine’s mouth set into a grim line as he squared his shoulders and started walking in the direction of where his father had left.  “Let’s just . . .get this over with,” he mumbled loud enough for the rest of them to hear.

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2.) Color Me Surprised (RWRB Ficlet Friday)

*I had a fic idea that I had stalled a bit on until I got this Fictlet Friday prompt - so I've decided to combine the two:

“No.” “Yes.” “No, Pez.  I think I’d rather eat glass.” Percy cocked a well-groomed eyebrow and regarded his best friend skeptically.  “I’m confused.  I’d thought you’d be at least a bit interested.   It is a rite of passage, especially in this area, no?” Henry sighed as he tipped his head back.  “Perhaps, but one I’m not sure I want to partake in.” “Hazza,” Pez chided his childhood friend.  “You are young, single and incredibly hot.  Why are you not taking advantage on all of this?” He shook his head in confusion.  “Stop acting like you're being tarred and feathered.  It’s just an extended weekend.  You have been cooped up in this office beating yourself up over the writers block you’ve been suffering from.  I am giving you a change of scenery, that’s all.” “And I suppose you propose I find my inspiration there?" “We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World.”  Pez elaborated.  “I propose there will be many a tight-bodied, ravishing specimen of inspiration to blow not only your writers block out of the water but hopefully your back as well as . ." Pez coughed and tossed in a very pointed look. ". . . well, one could hope. . . other neglected things.”  Pez' s rather pointed look was all too familiar to Henry. Henry groaned as he leaned his elbows onto his desk and dropped his head in his hands.  Pez smirked.  He knew he had won. “There will be vodka involved, won’t there?” Henry said as he mumbled through his fingers. “Of course, my darling.  Is there any doubt?”

3.) fire island follies (Klaine Ficlet Friday)

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, San.” Santana looked over at her friend and smirked.  “Lookin’ a little green about the gills, Hobbit.  You ok?” Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he clutched his duffle bag close to his chest.  The ferry was going through choppy water, and his stomach wasn't faring well at all.  No one could blame him; Blaine was from central Ohio and hadn't had much experience being on the open ocean. He opened his mouth to respond, but the moment the boat hit a particularly large wave.   The sea vessel bounced so much that Blaine snapped his mouth shut quickly, clapping one hand over it.  Santana swore he looked even more pale than he had a minute ago. “Don’t you dare hurl on me, Anderson.  I will kill you if you ruin these shoes.” A young couple and their kid moved away from where Blaine and Santana were sitting, looking at the young man warily.  Blaine gave them a weak smile and wave before he peered down at Santana's open-toe espadrilles. “Fancy footwear for the beach, don’t you think?” Santana snorted as she wiggled her Burberry-clad foot at Blaine.  "I gots to look good for my sweetie.” She leaned over and poked him in the side.  He squawked and batted her hand away.  “Can you just give me a smile for once and not look like I’m dragging you to your death.” The boat hit another wave and bounced again.  “I feel like death,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as his stomach did another somersault. "Just kill me now." “Oh, perk up, sunshine.  We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World."

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Well there ya go . . am also tagging ( if you are interested in sharing whatever you are working on - writing or otherwise): @spaceorphan18 @datshitrandom @justgleekout @myheartalivewrites @14carrotghoul

@little-escapist @cha-melodius @kirakiwiwrites @caramelcoffeeaddict @almightaylor

@1908jmd @tinyarmedtrex @theprinceandagcd @iboatedhere

@gleefuldarrencrissfan @gleefulpoppet @itsmaybitheway @kurtsascot @mynonah

@esilher @cryscendo @porcelainandthehobbit @hkvoyage @madas-ahatters-world

@sarkyblueeyes

And open tag of course for any one else!

[tamtuliko]

Can't believe that it's just Monday.

How do you live till Friday?

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Let's talk about powerful women in our favorite series. it's BL, but we have amazing women here.

My favorite:

Fasai. Girl, she is coolest of all. Got man on knees, deals with them, playes with them, an extraordinary puppeteer. I'm not talking about morals. Just the power of one person, and this is not man. It is SHE, and she is ruling over man. I've never seen the actress before, but I saw her in a show with Jes and Bible, she is hilarious. Can't wait to see how she dies cause she is gonna die. Either Tonkla is killing her or Korn.

Next must be Nan, spy. Watch her friend taken away, blame herself for their unfortunate workplace, and she is getting raped, pregnant, and had to do abortion. This is the reality of many Asian countries. especially the Middle East and the Far East. She is not taken seriously by man, but oh she did say fuck you and got her own justice by herself. I hope for a better end for her.

Mothers

Great's Mother - The strategist.

Manee - Revenge done, hired assassin.

Great's mother is truly a pitiful character. She didn't want to have life as a mistress and did everything in her own way to become a wife. With this, she lost her son. Great said that before, he and his mom, only two, were very happy. I'm not a mother and don't have motherly instinct, to think what is better for child, but I don't think that the choice she made could be good for past Great, we see that it's not good for present Great. He is distant. He doesn't even come home or sit the same side as his parents. But losing your child in front of you is the worst thing that can happen to parents, I love the last scene, where she refuses to leave Great, hugs him, and fully ready for next bullet.

Manee is another interesting add for the series.

You see, in the main timeline, she died, so there is a possibility that no one hired killer to assassin the Great's family, which was concluded with Tymes' death. But in this one (Greats brain or some alternative universe), she survived, again by Greats and Tymes hand. To put it simple, they digged their own grave. But again, justice ⚖️ they did what they thought was right. In that very moment, Great didn't not speed, Tyme didn't let her die as she asked. But this time, 11 o'clock and Great is shot, while Tyme is alive, with his grandma. So shit is happening. Whatever timelines we've been seeing are collapsing, and small changes are actually triggering other actions in another timeline to change as well.

So...

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Let's wait for episode 6.

Also, I just need to put this here as well

I'm mentally here. Didn't move from this whatever they are doing. They are doing cute.

Bible and Jes, the men you two are, the actors you two are. My heart is full because of you two.

Well, the afterlife can be fun too.

[swanmaids]

do you have any thoughts on maeglin or maeglin slander to share? he's a character i struggle to get hold on because of how divided the fandom opinions are and gondolin is your area of interest and your latest fic was so!!! if not than it's totally fine, feel free to ignore this <3

Ah Maeglin... Maeglin Maeglin Maeglin. Certainly a divisive character to say the least. I'll say first that I don't hate him, but those who hardcore love him may not like this post.

To start - yes, Maeglin's early start in life was horrible, growing up isolated with a violent father. And his early start in Gondolin was equally horrible, with his father murdering his mother in an attempt to murder him (side note. I think a part of Maeglin was probably relieved at Eol's death. Not all of him obviously, but there's a reason why domestic violence is sometimes referred to as "intimate terrorism" and knowing he was finally free of that terror would matter.). I also don't blame Maeglin for giving up the location of Gondolin under threat of torture. Hurin's resistance is a unique thing. I see Maeglin revealing the location as quite similar to Gorlim's betrayal - it's tragic and the one at fault is the dark lord.

However. His treatment of Idril is not okay, and I'm not okay with the way that the fandom seems to handwave it. See - it was a cultural misunderstanding, she was the only person who was nice to him and he didn't know how to react (not canon), she only hated him because she was prejudiced (not canon, also don't slander Idril), he was just a child (not canon, he was an adult when he left Nan Elmoth and it was his idea). Also, I'd like to see it aknowledged more that when he tries to take her as the city falls, he's taking her as his war prize to be raped - and in at least one version, willing to kill her son to do so. Of course people can have their own headcanons and write fic about whatever they want! I'd just rather see it not presented as gospel in metas.

Now. I'm not saying people can't like characters who have done terrible things or want them to find redemption. I have my own share of shitty faves who I want to have their utterly undeserved happy endings (hiiiiiiiii Celegorm!!) I just wish it was aknowledged more what the character was actually like in canon - aka not a poor woobie baby hated by everyone who did nothing wrong.

That fic was quite a personal one for me to write as I'm sure some readers have guessed, and I've been both pleased and saddened by the reaction to it - pleased that people have thought it resonates, but saddened that lots of people can relate to Idril's position there. Your own comments on it were very sweet, thank you so much!

[nightmareishomophobic]

Silly funky vent

I wanna puke. I wanna smash my head into something and make it bleed. I just wanna have any excuse to get out of school. The school work confuses me, the teachers don't help despite the fact that they're suppose to because nan signed me up for special ed or whatever they do to get extra help for me and so I'm failing everything and nan's gonna blame me. I hate everything. I hate everything.

[plantsarepeopletoo]

Step by Step means step by step

So episode 10 concreted the idea that I had kicking around in my head that this show punishes anyone who is moving too fast or doing things out of order.

Episode 1: We see the start of three problems, Pat learning how to set boundaries, Jeng needs to learn how to be more sensitive, and their power dynamic.

Episode 2: Shows what happens when Pat doesn't put up professional boundaries and isn't clam. We also get foreshadowing of consequences of workplace relationships. The company WILL blame the person with no power, "Pat you need to distance yourself" but this is going off topic.

Jeng is still not quite aware of how insensitive he is.

Episode 3: After Pat isn't calm and now his consequence is feeling horribly uncomfortable, getting drunk and meeting Jeng's parents in a very awkward way.

Jeng is feeling the consequences of not being sensitive and seems to at least be realizing that it is a problem.

We get the start of Jaab & Jane. Jaab decides to ignore the fact Jane is taken. Jaab's consequence for now is feeling lonely and upset.

Everyone's clothes are very different, kinda as a sign of how far apart they are emotionally. - something to look for in later episodes.

Episode 4: Jeng listens to Pat! Gets rewarded with starting to have a better relationship with his employees.

Jeng fails to trust Pat after Pat makes a mistake. The game mirrors the boardroom, and Jeng messes up the progress he's made.

Pat isn't chill, jumps to conclusions, and this leads to the group chat incident and the most awkward conversation that could have been an email before he messed up.

Jaab isn't chill, leading to being discovered and pushing Jane away.

Put isn't chill, freaks us and Pat out.

Episode 5: Jeng isn't chill, he's firmly in Pat's boss zone, and his punishment is getting jealous by himself.

THE FIRST BIG ONE! Jaab and Jane flirt and kiss before Jane breaks up. And now everything is in flames, and still is in flames at episode 10 since no one has talked. This one is the real first time I realized the show hates when people do things out of order.

Episode 6-10:

Put pushes his relationship with Pat too quickly and without actually dealing with the core problems and finally pushes Pat away for good.

All of Jeng's heartbreak stems directly from not taking care of the power dynamic he has with Pat first. Or being sensitive, putting all of that weight on Pat when it comes out Jeng's gay and into him. They rush into a physical relationship and that gets them caught (this wouldn't be a problem if they'd do things right). Again, Pat feels all the pressure and Jeng isn't sensitive, so their relationship (from the preview of 11) seems to continue to self destruct. Jeng, sort your shit out.

ALL of the progress any character has made towards each other continues to blow up in their faces cause they're missing steps. Nan, Put, Jaab, and Jane show foreshadowing. Chot shows how you can be rewarded for moving forward by doing the right thing.

@lurkingshan @shortpplfedup @asdfghjklmpff

I'm hungry, hopefully this makes sense. I didn't learn how to gif yet, might edit just to add them if I figure them out.

[sketchyelvenasss]

Their Son: Rhys

Read on ao3 or undercut v v v

With Veilguard coming I know for sure now one play through I wanna do with Lyvius and Dorian’s son. So here is kinda his origin story.

It hadn’t happened exactly as he had planned it. The inquisition was disbanded, his title of inquisitor gone. Now he was just an elf. Just the elven lover at Magister Pavus' side. It wasn’t as smooth or easy as he’d hoped, but in the end this is what Lyvius wanted. He was happy.

Of course Dorian was a little annoyed that Lyvius had come to Tevinter. More so at the recklessness when his love chose to chase after his caravan in the middle of night, while his body hadn’t fully recovered from the loss of its arm. He also hated the rumors that manifested almost immediately when he took his seat as magistrate.

Lyvius didn’t care about the rumors. Let the people talk. Being Inquisitor had taught him that among so much else. Dorian had been on the nose once, these people are just dogs that would never care to learn what true love means.

Days when they could have time together, alone were precious to both of them. They were walking along aged backstreets with hands interlocked. Buildings as old as ancient ruins standing proud, and Dorian knew a little about every one.Lyvius was content to listen and learn. He could spend forever like this.

The sweet date-like mood was interrupted by a shrill cry coming from a darkened alley up ahead. There was a glance of understanding between the two before they ran to the entrance. In the dim light two men were exiting a building. One nervous and jittery like it was his first time taking point, the other pulled a crying elf boy by the wrist.

“I swear!” The man growled and pulled the kid up by the collar of his shirt. “If you don't shut your fucking mouth I'm going to-”

The slaver didn't finish his sentence. He released his grip as lightning shot through him. The instant his friend's body hit the ground the nervous guard took off without looking back. The child ran from the scene as well, into the house. When Lyvius and Dorian came to the door their hearts sunk. The boy knelt, crying over the body of an elderly woman.

"She was my Nan..." He cried quietly, more to himself than Lyvius who had walked up to him.

The boy was even younger than he looked from far away, he was seven or eight at most. The tip of his left ear was missing, almost covered by a mess of long blonde hair that really needed a wash. His button nose was covered in grime and snot, his mismatched blue and green eyes had tears falling freely from them.

Lyvius knelt beside him. "I'm sorry... We didn't come fast enough.”

The boy wiped his tears smearing the dirt on his wrist and face. "No. You saved me, without you I would have ended up the same or worse." He looked at Lyvius. "But I don't have anywhere to go...."

“You can come live with us.” Lyvius didn't even look to Dorian for approval. He didn't have to. He would worry about rumors, but he wouldn't leave this child to fend for himself. Lyvius stood and held out a hand. “Would you like that?”

The kid stared in disbelief. Lyvius could also see the mistrust in his eye and he didn’t blame him. It was almost engraved in eleven nature.

“I’m Lyvius, and this is my husband Dorian. We will keep you safe. I promise.”

“Rhys…what about Nan?” He asked, holding back more tears. “I can't just leave her… her b-body…”

“I can have her buried somewhere that you could visit anytime you want.” Dorian said.

Rhys hesitated a moment longer before he took Lyvius’ hand. It took some time, but Rhys eventually got used to living with them. He began to enjoy his life more and was extremely grateful to them. And although he never really called them by any parental term, he did consider them as his found family.

[respectthepetty]

Earmuffs and blindfolds, kids, because I'm about to pop off (as the youths say) about The Promise's sixth episode.

This motherfucker ran away AGAIN!!!!!!

Deadass! Phu pulled the same shit AGAIN! The audacity of this fucking man is *screams with primal rage*

I don't give two shits about the reason because Phu stays making the dumbest moves!

Then Nan blames himself!!!!!! Party even told Nan, "this ain't on you, dawg" yet Nan was like, "I yelled at him."

The fuck you did because HE DESERVED IT!

On a scale of 1-10 Alans, how disgusted am I with this?

A FUCKING 20!

This is Remember Me's Name and Em all over again! Phu does not get a pass for TEN YEARS OF BULLSHIT! And Nan shouldn't be blaming himself. I can give these little high school and university BLs a pass, but these two are adults with adults problems, and for Phu to continue to be soooooo shitty is wild. Like damn, my man, you ain't even trying to care about Nan!

If you are thinking "dumb ass, stop watching it if you are so pressed," well, guess what? I'm dumber than Phu because I'm not only going to continue watching, but I'm going to watch it even HARDER because I'm livid.

My blood pressure is up now.

Furious.

Going for a walk.