#anyone who disagrees with my playlists can argue with a wall

[skylarsblue]

The struggle of deciding if your character playlist should be

A; the kind of playlist said character would have, featuring songs/genres/bands they’d personally enjoy.

B; the playlist consists of songs fitting to the characters archtype/backstory/struggles/relationships regardless if they’d personally like the song.

Brought to you by MotherMother in my Thomas Hewitt playlist when he’d probably prefer Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers.

[arwenfest]

FAQ

Who can join?

Only the elite of society. jk lol... anyone can! Even the plebeians.

Are there any minimum requirements?

Nope! You can make as much/as little content as you would like. Whether it be a meta post, an edit, a gifset, fanfic, a moodboard, a playlist, fanart.... whatever else your mind comes up with. We’re just here to encourage and support the creation of new Arwen content, so we’d be honoured to have anything you want to give :D

What are the themes?

Day 1 (sept. 26): Of Sunlight and Violins (Kisses)

Day 2 (sept. 27): With All My Heart (Marriage)

Day 3 (sept. 28): To Be So Loved (Sacrifice)

Day 4 (sept. 29): Is That a Yes? (Humour/Fluff)

Day 5 (sept. 30): Once and Future (Badass)

Day 6 (oct. 1): You Mean Everything to Me (Angst)

Day 7 (oct. 2): (Free Day)

How do I know if what I created fits (??)

I mean you can always ask??? i think we trust u tho???

Any restrictions on content?

There are no restrictions besides the obvious - follow the theme of the day and make sure it prioritizes Arwen. That being said, tagging your content appropriately is always expected. We will not be reblogging work that is not appropriately tagged. Also, please remember that the mods retain the right to not reblog any work that they consider disrespectful/harmful (bc this is, in fact, a dictatorship) (jk jk) (....unless...?)

Are collabs okay?

Of course! Make sure it’s not a hostage situation though

Do you have a collection where I can post my fics?

We have an AO3 collection here. It is closed for now, but will open one day before the fest begins (on sept. 25)

Does my wip count?

As long as it’s a new chapter, sure! This is meant to generate more/new arwen content, so as long as it’s new, it’s welcome - nay, enthusiastically welcome! (the enthusiastically sounds so obnoxious im so sorry but it does add a lil depth to our characters i think)

Can I contribute more than one thing?

PLEASE!! The more Arwen content the merrier!! (seriously we're on our knees here)

Must I post for each theme?

Nope! You can post for any theme you want. um. but like. like any of OUR themes. not just a random theme from a random fest bc. um. that would be weird.... and very awkward,

Can I cross-post with other fests?

As long as the other fests have no problem with it, we have no problem with it. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

WHERE can I find other people's contributions?

YOU can find them on our account! We will be tracking #arwenfest on tumblr, so if you just tag your posts and mention us, we will be reblogging everyone’s contributions.

Who are the (very incredible, very amazing, best of the best) people running this thing? Can you be trusted? Are you REAL??

[beckons u closer] [whispers] wouldn't u like to know, weatherboy

edit: this was written before we found out thAT YOU CAN SEE OUR GODDAMN USERNAMES IN THE AO3 COLLECTION OH LORD. WHERE are the braincells i ask. WHERE!!!! hope u werent expecting any einstein bullshit from us cause ur gonna be very disappointed im so sorry <333

What is a Good (tm) Arwen song? (actually this isnt a faq but i wanted to answer it anyway)

PAPER RINGS BY TAYLOR SWIFT (if u disagree argue with the wall) (or make a playlist on one of the days otherwise argue with the wall)

[madpanda75]

“Roadtrip with Rafael: Part One”

Ok, I had this idea in my head for ages and it took me forever to get it done (writer’s block is a bitch!) I hope you all like it! 

 Part Two 

Epilogue  

Thanks for all the likes, reblogs, and comments! I read them all and they make my day! 😊

Tags: @amirightcounsellor, @obfuscateyummy, @sweetsummertime99, @lyssa1385, @letty-o and if anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know ❤️

Rafael stood outside the precinct, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every few minutes. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed your number for the 5th time that morning.

You heard your phone buzz in your pocket. “Must be Barba.” You thought to yourself. Speeding down the road, you glanced at the clock, it was 6:45 am. Both of you were on your way to Buffalo, New York for an assignment and you were late picking him up.

A week ago, your squad had arrested a serial rapist and murderer, James Cleary. Cleary had terrorized the city for a month, raping and murdering 5 young college girls. There were also several other cold cases which you believed were linked to him. During an interrogation, he had let it slip that his killing spree had begun in Buffalo with his old army buddy, Michael Shaw. Shaw had already been arrested for theft and murder in upstate New York, your lieutenant had arranged for a meeting with him in the hopes he would provide information on Cleary and his victims. Rafael had made an agreement with the DA in Buffalo, Shaw would get a deal in exchange for his testimony against Cleary.

Rafael turned his head and held his arms up in exasperation upon seeing you pull up to the front of the precinct. “You’re 45 minutes late, Y/N!” The ADA exclaimed as he got in the car. “We have a scheduled appointment with Shaw at 2:30! It’s a 7 hour drive upstate. What if we miss it?”

You rubbed your temples, it was too early in the morning to hear Barba barking in your ear. “Calm your tits, Barba! I’m sorry, I set my alarm for “PM” instead of “AM.” Besides, the way I drive...we’ll be there with time to spare.” You said pulling back onto the street and speeding down the block.

“Great...as long we make it there in one piece.” Rafael grumbled. You reached down into the car console and handed him the extra coffee and breakfast burrito you brought him. “Just relax, Rafael. Have some coffee, eat some breakfast and we’ll be there before you know it.” He graciously accepted both, “Thanks,” he replied.

When you first found out that you would be accompanying Rafael to Buffalo, you were less than thrilled. This was your first big assignment and you wanted to do a great job without any distractions or fighting. You and Rafael always seemed to be butting heads. Your first time meeting the ADA, he had mistaken you for an intern and tried to shoo you out of his office. A year later and you both still pushed each other’s buttons, but as much as you bickered with Rafael, even you had to admit that the two of you did make a great team. You both brought out the best in each other, always pushing the other to be better, get more evidence, find a new way to prosecute a case.

Underneath the arguing, there was also an undeniable sexual chemistry between you two. He may have been an ass, but Rafael was incredibly sexy, many times you would watch as he confidently strutted into the bullpen. His seductive green eyes, lustrous hair and that ass that reminded you of two scoops of butter pecan ice cream, you didn’t know if you wanted to fight him or grab him by the lapels and kiss him hard. For awhile, you thought your lusting after Rafael was completely one sided but there were moments when you would catch him staring at you. As soon as your eyes would meet, he would adjust his tie and clear his throat, a flush creeping up on his face, which made you think perhaps this lust filled infatuation was mutual.

On your way over to the precinct this morning, you made a pact with your head and your heart. You would try to be more open to Rafael’s side, especially when it came to this case and squash any burning desire you had to ride his thick Cuban cock into the sunset. “Open mind, closed legs” was your mantra for the trip. Of course being inches away from Rafael, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne, was making the closed legs portion of your promise incredibly difficult to uphold.

You stopped at a red light and turned to face the ADA, “Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye on certain things, but I want to try to work together and not argue so much. Let’s just have a good trip and nail this bastard.”

Rafael smirked and nodded his head, “I agree.” You smiled and waited for the light to turn.

While you were focusing on the road, Rafael looked over at you, studying your profile. He thought you were an amazing detective, which is why he would push you as much as he did. He also liked that you gave as much as you got. Although you and him always seemed to disagree, there was something more between you two, bubbling beneath the surface. Often Rafael would find himself stealing glances of you, taking in your large eyes, shapely mouth, the way your hair framed your face, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Over the months, his desire for you grew stronger.  While laying in bed, he would think about what it would be like to kiss you, to taste you, to feel your legs wrapped around him while you moaned his name. Sometimes, he would catch you out of the corner of his eye, staring at him, blushing and biting your bottom lip, only causing blood to pump further south to his shaft.

“You’re awfully quiet, counselor.” You casually said waking Rafael from his reverie. “Do you want to listen to some music? If I have to drive for 7 hours in silence, I’ll go crazy.” You handed your phone over to the ADA. Rafael looked through your playlists, amazed at your collection. “Oh my God, Y/N. How can you have so music! You really listen to all of this?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I love music, how it makes you feel, the significance behind songs, the artistry. It’s really beautiful. I can go from listening to Spice Girls in the morning, by lunchtime I’ll switch over to Hole or some Fleetwood Mac and end the day with Childish Gambino or Leon Bridges. It’s amazing how in one day, your mood can just change all through music. It can make you happy or sad, it’s like….art in motion, people baring their souls in just a few short minutes of a song. Nietzsche said, “without music, life would be a mistake.”

Rafael looked at you amazed, he had no idea how passionate you were about music. “So do you always make your passengers the DJ and quote German philosophers?” You giggled, blushing a little. Rafael deciding it was the cutest thing he had ever heard. “German philosophers no, but I always let my driving partner pick the music and the squad loves it. Fin plays 90s hip hop, we listen to Wu-Tang Clan while we debate about who shot Tupac and Biggie Smalls. Sonny and I rock out to The Ramones and The Clash. Amanda has opened me up to country music and we both love Old Crow Medicine Show. Mike is all about the Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel.”

“What about Olivia?” He asked. You looked over at Rafael. “Promise not to tell?”

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk. You let out a breath, “Olivia loves disco.” Rafael began to laugh upon hearing the guilty pleasure of his good friend. “You’re lying, Y/N.”

“Would I lie to you? I promise, she is a major disco queen. We listen to Abba, Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer, the Bee Gees, everything.”

“Olivia Benson….disco queen.” Rafael mumbled as he looked through your playlist, finding his choice. “Ok, Y/N. You ready for my song choice.”

You playfully purred, “Mmmmm do your worst, Rafael.” He smirked at you and pressed play, suddenly the car was filled with the opening song to Hamilton. You smiled, surprised at his choice. “I never took you for a Hamilton fan, counselor.”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, detective.” Rafael replied. “Well we have 7 hours, tell me everything.” You playfully demanded.

The two of you rocked out to Hamilton, even singing a few songs together, when the soundtrack finished, there was still 5 hours left of your road trip. The two of you passed the time talking about everything, your childhoods, likes, dislikes, your passions. By the time you reached Buffalo, you both had a new found appreciation for each other, you really enjoyed talking to the ADA. The conversation felt comfortable, it was almost as if the walls Rafael had built up over the years were starting to break down and you were just now getting to know him for the first time.

The two of you made it to Buffalo Correctional Facility with 20 minutes to spare. Sitting next to the ADA, you both waited for Michael Shaw to come out of his cell.You jostled your leg, starting to feel nervous, you really were hoping Shaw could give you the information you needed. You felt Rafael’s hand on your shaking leg, his fingertips radiating warmth, “Hey, Y/N. It’s going to be ok.” You gifted him a small smile, while he gave your leg one last squeeze. Finally a buzzer rang and in walked Michael Shaw.

Shaw licked his lips and looked you over, his gaze made your skin crawl, but you pulled your shoulders back and sat up straight. “Wow, if I had known that someone as beautiful as you was coming to talk to me, I would have combed my hair or something. Mmmm I bet you get all the guys going where you work, darling.” Shaw said before looking over at Rafael and winking.

The ADA clenched his jaw. You were gorgeous and he was used to seeing men at the precinct stare at you, even some of the perps would make crude comments to you, but something in Shaw’s mannerism was making Rafael feel uneasy. He felt a deeply rooted urge to protect you from Shaw.

“We’re not talking about myself, Mr.Shaw. Let’s talk about your friend, James Cleary, remember him?” You asked the inmate.

Shaw looked up, as if the answer to your question was in the air. “James Cleary….sounds familiar. Maybe?” Rafael slid a file across the table to Shaw containing James’ photo along with photos of the missing girls, “Perhaps this will refresh your memory.”

The inmate looked over the pictures while you began to talk. “You tell us what you know about Cleary and any of these missing girls and there may be something in this for you.”

“Quid pro quo, Mr. Shaw. With the information you provide, we may be able to strike a deal and lessen your prison sentence.” Rafael said. Shaw mused over the files before looking up at you, “These girls don’t hold a candle to you, gorgeous. Too bad we didn’t meet a few years ago before I ended up here. I would have rocked your world, baby doll.”

You kept your poker face, when deep down you wanted to throw up at Shaw’s insinuation. “You couldn’t handle me, honey.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Shaw said as he licked his lips. Rafael clenched his fists to keep from beating the man up, “Do we have a deal or not, Mr. Shaw?” He barked at the inmate.

Shaw leaned forward and looked directly at him. “That depends, is she part of the deal? I get a little conjugal time with your pretty little detective here?” He replied motioning towards you. Rafael stood up and banged his fists on the table with such force, you jumped. “That’s enough, Mr. Shaw. Either you tell us about James Cleary and these girls or you rot here in your cell.”  He growled at the inmate. You had never seen Rafael this angry and defensive, he stared at Shaw not backing down.

The inmate looked at the two of you for a moment and laughed. “Relax, I was just messing around. Sit down counselor and I’ll tell you all about Mr. Cleary, provided the deal is still on the table.”

Rafael sat down and looked over at you with a hint of a smirk. “Start talking Mr. Shaw.” You said to the inmate.

After Rafael threatened to take away the deal, Michael Shaw was more than willing to spill the beans on his friend and you were able to identify two more of his victims. You left on a high, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Well I don’t know about you, Barba, but I could use a drink and a steak. Want to check into our hotel and then grab some food maybe.”

Rafael was grateful it was beginning to get dark to conceal the flush he was getting on his cheeks. It’s not like you two hadn’t had causal drinks with the rest of the squad before, but now it was just the two of you alone. After everything that had happened today, it felt different. Not wanting to seem overeager, Rafael maintained his composure, “That sounds great, Y/N.”

The two of you got in the car to head towards the hotel. Before you put the key in the ignition, you squeezed the ADA’s shoulder, “I meant to say earlier….thank you for defending me back there with Shaw. He was a real creep and I really appreciated you having my back.” You placed your hand in his own, Rafael looked down, it looked so small compared to his larger paw. He smiled back at you and gently squeezed your hand, “You’re welcome.” The two of you kept each other’s gaze for a few moments. Rafael’s eyes moved down to your lips, desperately wanting to just reach out and kiss you. You blushed and pulled your hand back, starting the car.

“So Y/N, where would you like to go for dinner.” Rafael asked, hoping the topic would help to dissipate the sexual tension. “Well I did a bit of research on this area and I think I know the perfect spot. You up for a little fun, counselor?” You said with a mischievous smile. Your flirty comments sent a tingle straight to Rafael’s groin, “Lead the way detective.” You pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the hotel, excited for your evening with Rafael.