#reblogs are free and appreciated but not required ofc

[hua-hua-ponko]

I've been practicing w character consistency recently along with just my digital art skills in general so uhhhh

yeah just. just a whole bunch of Stuff

drawing dump. woo--

it's entirely focused on This character of mine trust me there's Way more under the cut aside from the One Refinement and the scribbly--

It's definitely different with the pose sketches since i'm trying to keep them Level and sometimes i stare at one like

"why does it look off compared to the other ones. oh my god his knees are in the wrong place fuck fuck fuck fuck"

that and. his hat!! both very fun and very irritating!! yeah i don't draw hats often

on one hand it's really fun to draw it with the brim tipped downwards but. then his eyes aren't visible. which most of the time is a problem

drawing literally anything that isn't a base sketch on the big boy canvas has made everything i draw better. everything. the lines don't look like i threw my lineart in a fucking washing machine--

the icon was kinda just "lemme pull up the first reference i made- wait this was all the way back in january and it looks so different wtf--" so I decided. anniversary i guess

anyways

i should really draw more stuff for media that i like. but I'unno how well that's gonna go

a homemade meme before you go:

aight bbye

[offorestsongs]

You have been invited to the Rose Festival! (Algy's 100 followers celebration ♡)

a/n: hello!! once again, thank you so much everyone for 100 followers!! i still can't believe there's so many people out there who would enjoy my art and my OCs, especially since i've been in the community for a relatively short time. everyone's been SO sweet and supportive along the way and i appreciate all of you so so much <3 so! as my celebration, i'm finally releasing the hometown event for my OC Rosienne. hope other people will have fun with it as well!

THE SET-UP

Amongst the Shaftlands' hills, in an isolated rural area, sourronded by deep woods and golden fields, stands an old, majestic palace commonly called the Midnight Castle. According to the legend, it is the very place where the Beautiful Princess had fallen for her cursed lover. For generations now, the Midnight Palace has been in the hands of the Minuit family - according to the legend, they're the descendants of one of the servant families. The Midnight Palace now is a tourist attraction managed by the Minuits, keeping the legend alive and helping people learn more about the surrounding history. The famous Rose Festival is held every year in commemoration of the Beautiful Princess breaking the curse, and every year, Rosienne comes back home to help his dad in running it. This year though, they seem to be short on staff. But hey, what Rosienne's schoolmates are for? Without much thinking, he grabs a few people for help, including Yuu/the Prefect and Grim who got a special mission. Since Rosienne is in the school's newspaper, he had asked (very politely, totally with a chance to say no, trust me) the Prefect to take a few photos of the festival he could later use for his article. That will surely all go fine!

THE FESTIVAL

A mix between a ren fair and those Bridgerton balls, but themed after XVIII France! The guests can get a special tour of the palace focused on the legend of the Beautiful Princess, taste local food and buy hand-made souvenirs, get a lesson on manners and the fashion of the time, watch plays made by local performers and more. At the end of the festival, in the big palace ballroom, is held a ball, usually called the Rose Ball. Everyone is allowed to enter free of charge as long as they're dressed in somewhat period appropriate attire. The staff, too, is required to wear period appropriate clothing.

RULES

✦ even tho it's my follower milestone event, anyone can join!! ✦ you can enter with any type of character - Yuusonas, OCs, canon characters other than the ones i've "officially" included are all welcome!! ✦ any type of entry is welcome as well!! cards/edits/fics, whatever your heart desires <3 ✦ no NSFW ✦ in your post please link this post, tag it with #the rose festival and tag me as well so i can see it ✦ there's no deadline

DRESS CODE

anything inspired by XVIII France (with creative liberties, of course) and Beauty and the Beast inspo:

CARD BACKGROUND

(taken from the Beauty and the Beast movie ofc, edited by me!!)

PARTICIPANTS

canon characters: Vil Schoenheit, Riddle Rosehearts, Silver

OCs:

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - me! [SSR] Astrid Primrose - @cheerleaderman [SR] Yuya Florence - @cheerleaderman [SSR] Flori Mohn-Prinz - @bunniehunn [SSR] Yumi Yozakura - @marinahavik [SSR] Silas Sanderson - @theolivetree123 [SR] Airlea Therein - @cheerleaderman [SSR] Reyu Carrera - @mirioho [SR] Erwin Coppola - @explorer-of-art [SSR] Yuri Senjougahara - @lazyea [SSR] Kimiko Shindo - @slumberingrose-fandom

REBLOGS ENCOURAGED!

(dividers.)

[lashysdomain]

Reblog with 1 character at a time and Yarioa will judge them. Feel free to reblog multiple times once I get to the previous one. Judge backs appreciated but not required ofc. Please specify if a character is a minor.

[piereoglyphics]

BIRTHDAY NINJAGO DTIYS!!!!

HELLO !!!! Its my birthday today and I wanted to to a DTIYS!!!! Thank you to every single person who follows me I appreciate you all along with anyone who reblogs or likes it. It really warms my heart!!

This DTIYS includes Kai and Cor, my oc!! Their ship is called Firework :] Its also a redraw of my first full drawing with Cor and Kai together.

This will be due August 17th!! This was changed to September 7th!

Rules ;

Please have both Kai and Cor and a pillow fort! (and preferably but not required: in pajamas)

You're free to bounce around with perspective and lighting and such. You can even draw them outside the pillow fort building it!!!

You can put your own ocs in there, or even one of the other canon characters.

Please don't change Cor's design!!! I will put a refrence sheet under the readmore. For Kai you may use whatever design you'd be most comfortable with!!

Cor's oni eye glows it would be nice for people to keep that in!!

You can also comment any questions or dm me if you need to know anything I promise im not indimidating please

PRIZES ;

1st: Fully shaded drawing of OC/Canon character and a shaded headshot!

2nd: fully shaded headshot of OC/Canon character

3rd: partially shaded headshot (because i will die if i can't shade)

Participation: Colored sketch of an OC/chosen canon character (if your drawing happens to be very much lacking in effort and i chose not to do this, then don't yell at me 😁 )

(canon characters would be specifically from ninjago)

PLEASE tag your post with #glyphsdtiys2023

For Cor's design, you can't leave out the scarf around her neck!!!! And also Cor is not thin!!! He is more on the thicker side but ofc still does ninja stuff!! Heres their artfight if wanted! You can include this in an artfight attack if you happen to finish it during july:

Less shaded versions of drawing if needed:

Hi i dont know what im doing .... thanks for checking this out youre all really sweet

[ikementally-deficient]

Alpha Reader(s) Wanted!

I’m looking for an Alpha Reader(s) to help me out with two stories in my Ikemen Sengoku: Iron Chef Sengoku universe. Please feel free to reblog if you think your followers might be interested.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku, modern AU fusion with Iron Chef - fandom-blind readers are welcome, see General notes

What do I need? I am looking for feedback on plot points, story structure, and general cheerleading to get me going again. Especially appreciated would be anyone open to voice chats on discord or other platforms to talk through things in real time - I benefit greatly from Rubber duck debugging and it’s even better if the rubber duck talks back.

I’ve never worked with alphas or betas before, so this might involve a bit of a learning curve for me. I work in google drive and will share a commenters-access document with you.

I appreciate frank feedback. As long as you’re not deliberately mean, and you’re willing to explain your negative feedback to me, I’m pretty thick-skinned. Even if your feedback upsets me, I promise to take notes and sit with it until the upset passes so I can take it objectively.

That said, the Shingen/OFC story I need help with is coming from a pretty personal place, emotionally, and I might be more married to some aspects of it than I realise.

I absolutely plan to credit my alpha/beta readers publicly unless requested otherwise. 

Timelines: I don’t really have a set timeline for finishing either fic aside from being frustrated with my current lack of progress. I’m not committed to a posting schedule, but would prefer being able to talk with my reader(s) at least once every week or two for a couple of hours.

Contact me: You can DM me on tumblr as @ikementally-deficient, or on discord as GottabeKD#7725. I live in the Eastern timezone and work ‘normal’ business hours. While I’m online pretty much constantly, involved conversations or voicechats are best for evenings and weekends. 

General notes: Because this is an alternate universe to the original canon, no in-depth knowledge of the Ikemen Sengoku universe is required. If you are coming in fandom-blind, I can easily provide you a context summary and a chart of the canon characters’ relationships as I’ve translated them to this universe. 

The canon characters are intended to be consistent with their in-game portrayals (with appropriate updates to a modern setting). The only exception is Kenshin, who is a cis woman in this universe (cis man in canon), with the same yandere personality (she is only a supporting character in these two stories, so that aspect will probably not come up much).

I don’t believe either of these stories contain any triggering elements - the Shingen/OFC story does contain a blind date with a throw-away character who gets physically aggressive, but the POV character is rescued before any harm is done. The Masamune/MC story contains a lot of dirty jokes and innuendo, plus allusions to the characters’ implied sex lives, but no on-screen sex or graphic violence is planned. There are no non/dub-con elements in the main relationships.

For examples of my previous writing, you can check out my stories on AO3 or my writing tag on tumblr, which includes small ficlets and head-canons that never made it over to the archive. If you’re interested in alpha reading the Shingen/OFC story, I specifically recommend reviewing Oncoming Storm (explicit first-time virgin smut), or Advanced Entomology (explicit smutty smut with some dark psychology). 

ICS Season 1

I put the first chapter up on AO3 about three years ago, wrote two more chapters, and then got sucked into real life things and didn’t touch it again until a month ago. I’m still very excited about the story and have been re-plotting and outlining, but I’m having trouble with the actual writing part.

Rating: General/Teen audiences

Genre: Heterosexual Romance, cooking competitions

Summary: Date Masamune owns a restaurant in Tokyo and is invited by his former mentor and investor, Oda Nobunaga, to join a revival of Iron Chef as Iron Chef Japan. Masamune reluctantly agrees after seeing the audition tape of Mizusaki Mai, a baker and line cook who works to integrate and publicise Ainu culture in her cooking. He is attracted to Mai, but hesitates to act because of his own emotional history and their positions as rivals on the show. Complicating the issue is the other competitor, Mouri Motonari, who has his own attraction to Mai.

Length: My finished chapters are clocking in around 25 pages right now (8-9K words). This was originally planned as a 9 chapter story, but may end up giving or taking a chapter. Currently chapter 1 and 2 are written, chapter 3 is progress. The chapter posted on AO3 will probably be altered when the work is completed.

What do I need? Bonus points for anyone with big thoughts and lived experience in minority cultures, as Mai is half-Ainu in this continuity. I am fully open to being told my representation is inappropriate or insensitive and updating it to do better. Also you should probably enjoy cooking shows, since at least a third of this story involves me blathering on about food.

Iron Chef Sengoku Season 1 Untitled side story - Shingen/Original Female Character

This is a side story taking place in the same universe as the above, but not related to that plot. I've kind of gotten stuck up my own ass with overthinking and desperately need some tough love/encouragement

Rating: Explicit - heterosexual sexual activity in the climax (heh) of the story. Smutty, but vanilla. 

Genre: Heterosexual Romance

Summary: Akiyama Maki, a divorced mother of one, is getting back into the dating scene at the urging of her best friend Sumire. It’s not going great. Dating with a small daughter is hard, and Maki’s insecurities from the breakup of her marriage (and the general crappiness of dating) is making it harder. But her best friend’s friend Takeda Shingen is just so supportive, and nice . . . 

Length: Currently about 5K words, I suspect the finished work will be somewhere between 10-15K. 

What do I need? Bonus points for anyone with female experiences of divorce, pregnancy, and body/sexual insecurity; this OFC and story grew out of some of my own ambivalence about and after giving birth. The themes of this story are very personal to me.

[kingkatsuki]

Wait Jo, what is your opinion on this matter? I've seen opposite stands on the "comment fics" argument and to be fair I'm not so sure myself what I think.

Is it possible to ask for feedback yet refuse negative reviews? It's not a rhetorical question, it really feels complex. On one hand you have to brace yourself for criticism and I've seen posts written by writers in the community where they showed themselves open to critique. On the other I understand how bad it hurts to have someone on the internet tell you your piece is not good, but then I've seen blogs put in their pinned posts that they don't accept criticism, also valid.

Maybe what I understand from all of this is that content requires feedback to survive and if you're trying to block some type of feedback out, you might as well block if all.

I don't think seeing someone reblog a complaint about how comments and reblog are at an all time low on day and then reblog a complaint about how you're only supposed to comment compliments otherwise you can keep it to yourself counts as coherent.

Ofc I'm leaving out mean comments that don't have a point at all, but u get what I'm saying? Both arguments are reasonable, but if you want to support them both, you have to find common ground.

It’s a difficult one because I believe every writer is different and they all have their own opinions on the matter.

Some people will say constructive criticism only, and will open themselves up to it. Others are probably happy to get any attention on their shit whether it’s negative or positive and then there are people who are just happy to write and want positive interactions only.

Myself personally I see no point giving me constructive criticism or negative feedback because I write for free. If I was charging people to read my shit I’d probably say constructive criticism or all and any feedback is fine but bottom line is I’m not— everything I write on here is free, and is written in my spare time between my full time job and personal life.

Content doesn’t necessarily require feedback to survive. I’ve been posting in fandoms where you’re lucky to get a single reblog/comment— I write because it makes me happy. Feedback is appreciated but I’ve learned to never expect it, because once I expect it I’ll be left disappointed.

I think it’s just kinda telling about how someone is as a person. If you’ve read something you enjoyed, it’s the polite thing to do to leave feedback or at the very least reblog. The same way you’d say thank you to someone for baking you a tasty cake or for making you a cuppa tea like? Just manners… and I think I’m of the generation on the internet where if you don’t like something you don’t read, or you just leave the doc. Whereas people seem to think their critique is valid these days and will air it. And I also think a lot of the time critique is given without any positives, so again what’s the point?

For example, I had someone leave a passive aggressive comment on one of my fics last night. I checked and they’d been following me for a while and had liked quite a few of my previous posts but had never reblogged or left a comment on them… until I posted something they didn’t agree with and they suddenly commented.

Why is it that person, who wouldn’t comment on anything they liked, found the need to comment on something they didn’t like— I don’t think I’ll ever understand that.

Anyway I’m getting away from the point now sorry!!

Tl;dr — I think you need to just remember that fanfiction is free, so to leave comments like that to people who are only writing in their spare time is a waste of time and energy when you could just say “good story” and move on… or even better say nothing.

[maracujatangerine]

Hello!! I love your comfort-style writing and Coriander story, your whump recovery is honestly some of the best I've read (especially your collaboration with @whumpzone). I wanted to start a whump/recovery story page, but I wasn't sure how to start and go about creating a story and I'm not entirely sure of how to navigate my page to begin with. Any advice or tips for me? Anything is greatly appreciated! (no pressure ofc)

Hi! Thank you very much! I’m very happy to hear that you like my writing. 🥰 (I’m also tagging @whumpzone so that she’ll see the praise!)

This is just my five cents and I think there’s lots of ways to go about this, so feel free to use what you like and discard the rest. ☺️

How to create a story:

People have different strategies for writing, some are discovery writers who have the loosest of plans and then just write and see where that takes them, others make elaborate spreadsheets and mind-maps where they plan out everything they want to happen in their story before they start to write, and most people fall somewhere in between. This is a matter of personal taste and you could experiment with both to see what you like.

When I started writing about Lydia and Coriander I had the idea that I wanted to write a gregarious caretaker with lots of friends who also got involved in the whole recovery process, I knew that I wanted to try my hand at putting my own spin on some of the tropes that I had seen floating around the Box Boy Universe (First bath/First meal/wound reveal and treatment/etc) and I had written my very first post. After that I just improvised. 😁

Nowadays, I keep a few notes on new chapters I want to write and where I want the story to progress to, but I still mostly improvise. My advice to you would be to think a bit about the main characters, what you want them to be like, to think a little bit about what you want to happen in your story and and how you want to put your own spin on the recovery story, and then just start writing and posting. Just jump in! 😉

How to navigate your page:

You can only pin one page to the top of your blog and Tumblr only allows a set amount of links to each page. I made this master list first and when I had more links to posts than I could fit, I made this master list. (I see some people use Google Docs to keep longer master lists together, but I read Tumblr on my phone and that doesn’t work very well for me as a reader, so I don’t recommend that.) It is really important to have and update a master list so that people can find your work. I like to have chapter numbers, too.

How to get good engagement?

(I have got this question before by @poetryofdory and I’m reusing my advice to them here.)

The following are things that I think can help:

- Keep a good and updated master list of your work so that people easily can navigate your blog and find more of your writing.

- try to use relevant tags and to find tags which are popular in the genres you write in so that new people can find your stuff.

- In the beginning, I posted quite often, like every few days, and I think that made people find my writing more easily.

- interact with other people’s writing and be generous with commenting, reblogging, writing asks and so on.

- do participate in common events (such as Whumptober in the Whump community), it will help people discover your writing.

- people often do a post where they introduce themselves and tag their favourite blogs. I think that is a good idea because lots of people will see it. (And people get really happy to be acknowledged.)

- I think it is possible to try different times for posting, to make sure you post on a time when people are active and will see it. I also see some people reblog themselves for different time zones. (That requires a good master list not to get confusing.) I have never done any of those things because to me it seems too much like work and this is a hobby that I want to keep fun and stress-free, but that is one idea to try.

Best of luck! I’m looking forward to reading your writing!

Perhaps other people would like to share their thoughts and advice?

[sithisreadingcorner]

🔮✨Divination✨🔮 February 2022 VALENTINES READINGS🥰

Come one, come all, as Sithi’s Reading Corner awaits your submissions. If you would like to get a FREE DIVINATION READING (most likely tarot)… your time has come. This month, to celebrate 💞Valentine's Day💞 we will do things a little bit differently. So if you would like a LOVE READING (both platonic and romantic are accepted ofc) do this:

Do NOT ask a question. The cards will reveal what they choose.

Just tell me whether the connection or situation you want to hear about is romantic or platonic.

If you want SOMETHING ELSE than a love reading, that is still possible and you can still ask! However the love readings will receive priority, and I might leave your reading for March if I don't have enough time.

The following rules STILL apply, as always.

Be a legal adult (18+).

Certain terms apply, which can be found here. For phone users, here is the same thing in a post form.

🔥 Please read the WHOLE terms page (that which is linked above) CLOSELY, 🔥 because no matter what you say or do, I ONLY answer those asks that prove they read the whole page by including all of the requirements.

Every month, about 50-70% of the requests I get are from people who either don't read the terms page all the way to the end, or treat my terms as optional; yet are confident that they will get a reading anyway. This is disrespectful and not cool. I'm asking you to read it for a reason.

I understand that this is a lot, which is why I formatted it in a way that if you only read every highlighted part, you will still understand the gist, and have all the requirements. Please do that at least.

Send me an ask (and don’t forget the things I asked on the terms page).

🧿 Reblog this post for visibility. 🧿

No compensation required, but if you feel like it helped and you can give, I appreciate small tips, which will always go towards more divination tools, devotional items, other spiritual stuff etc. Donators are thanked with extra readings that are independent of the monthly slots and can be redeemed any time.

If your birthday is this month, and you send me a request off anon that has all of the requirements in it, I will give you an EXTENDED reading FOR FREE as a birthday gift. Hard to say what exactly I will get, but a minimum of 8-10 cards can be expected.

There are 8 slots for this month, but don’t be shy to send a request, if I get more and have enough time, I might answer more.

Fare well, and be TRICKY ✨🤞🔮🔥👁️‍🗨️

[ladykalila]

🔮🎴🃏Free Tarot Readings! OPEN

🌌 How To Get a Reading:

Send an ask with your question and a signifier of the people involved in your question (signifier can be initials, zodiac signs, birthdate, etc)

Example: "Hi, I want to know how my relationship will be like in this year? My initials are 0Z and my partner's initials are TJ"

🌌 Rules:

I am doing this for practice, so please do not take my words as absolute. Do not make important, life-changing decisions solely because of my reading.

Unlike my pendulum reading, I won't be doing all question sent to my ask box, just ones that call to me. This is because the last time I open free readings it was incredibly overwhelming and I was very late in giving my readings to people. I think this way it'll be better for everyone ^^

I would really appreciate if you follow me on here or on my witchy instagram! ( https://instagram.com/ladykalila?igshid=vytqix7vdagc ) It's not required ofc, but I would really be thankful if you do!

Do reblog this post so other people can see it!

[giflinsky]

giflinsky’s gif tutorial

ok so !! before i start, a disclaimer: i do not claim to be a professional at photoshop or know how to do everything omg i know there are multiple ways to make gifs, but this is just how i personally learned how to make gifs from a mix of tutorials that i’ve found over the years

now onto the tutorial !! i’m gonna be gif’ing my baby ofc & here’s the end product

step 1: pick the video you wanna gif

usually i get my videos from youtube or instagram, especially since i mostly gif jack gilinsky & insta is where i get like 90% of his content from lol. for this tutorial, i’m gonna gif jack & jack’s day dreaming music video ok cool

i use keepvid to download youtube videos, making sure to get the highest quality available ( 720p — 1080p ) & that the format is mp4 

step 2: opening in photoshop

so i currently use photoshop cc, but i’ve used photoshop cs5 & photoshop cs6 to gif in the past. tbh i can’t remember the differences so i’m pretty sure the process is the same?? if not lmk

anyway so to import the video, go to file > import > video frames to layers 

upload your video & this thing will pop up

depending on the length of the video & what scene you wanna gif, you can either click from beginning to end or selected range only. if the video is 10 seconds or shorter i usually pick the 1st option, but since this is a whole music video & i only wanna gif one tiny part of it, i chose the 2nd option. either way, check the box for limit to every 2 frames (tbh i’m not sure what happens if you change the number; every tutorial i read just said leave it at that lol)

to clip the video to the part you want, use those lil’ sliders. it doesn’t have to be exact bc you can delete frames later

once you click OK, the gif should open in photoshop. make sure the timeline is open at the bottom & if it’s not go to window > timeline

step 3: trimming the frames

so since i imported some extra scenes from the video, there are frames that i don’t want in the gif. all i have to do is select the unnecessary frames & click the lil’ trashcan at the bottom

this next step isn’t really required, but i found that it helps load things faster ig? so i select all the layers in the right sidebar by using the shortcut option + command + a (control + alt + a on windows) then i press command + g (control + g) to group them together

then i click the 3 stacked lines button & flatten frames into layers so that it’s only the frames that i want

then i delete the original group bc i don’t need them anymore

step 4: cropping

it’s just like cropping a regular image. it depends on the video (i.e. if it’s horizontal or vertical) & you can do whatever you like, there’s really no rules? for this gif, i used the 2:3 ratio to isolate gilinsky’s face

step 5: resizing

since the video size is pretty big, i have to resize it to fit tumblr’s guidelines. these are the photoset sizes for 2019 for reference

i usually make my gifs a little bit bigger, for example i size up 268px to 300px. i don’t really have a reason lol i just prefer things a little bigger i guess? anyway so to resize, go to image > image size or the keyboard shortcut option + command + i (control + alt + i)

i made the width 245 pixels & it automatically set the height 

step 6: sharpening

this step is optional, but i’ve found that it can make a difference in quality a lot of times. i use this sharpening action. in order to use it, you’ll have to load it onto photoshop, so click the play button thing on the right sidebar or go to window > actions 

click the 3 stacked lines, go to load actions, then select the sharpening action i linked

once it’s loaded, make sure the 1st frame in both the timeline & layers are selected, then click play selection on the action bar & it will work its sharpening magic 

step 7: gif speed

after you sharpen the gif, all the frames should be highlighted/selected. click the drop down arrow next to 0.06 on any of the frames & some numbers should pop up

these are the options for how fast you want your gif to be. i usually use 0.08 seconds for gifs with more frames, but 0.1 seconds is a good general speed for most gifs

oh and make sure that drop down is set to forever, which loops the gif

step 9: coloring

this step is also optional. it’s really for aesthetic purpose, especially if the color isn’t to your liking

i’m not creative enough to make my own colorings lol so i usually use one of these PSDs to color my gifs. for this particular gif, however, i used this one. you can find a bunch of other PSDs just searching through the tumblr tags

i just open the file onto photoshop, drag the group over to my gif & it makes it pretty?

it changed the gif from this

to this

step 8: saving

your gif is made! now all you gotta do is save & you’ll be able to use it however you please. go to file > export > save for web

there will be another pop up window. these are the settings i have (based on the tutorials i’ve read). colors should be 256, but you can mess around with the selective and/or diffusion to see how your gif looks

the last thing to check is the gif size. i believe the maximum for tumblr is 3.00M? any larger & the gif will freeze

& that's all i have for y’all !! i hope this made sense omg i really tried to be thorough & provide enough screenshots but like tumblr made the quality booty so if you can’t see something or if you have any questions at all please feel free to send me an ask or hit up the IMs & i’ll try my best to help you out :) 

thank you to the anon who liked my gifs enough to request a tutorial, i really appreciate you & anyone who cares to like/reblog my posts !!

[odinsonsobsessed]

Beautifully Complicated || Chapter 15: Moving On

A Tom Hiddleston x OFC Matchmaker AU series by @odinsonsobsessed and @mrshiddleston-uk

Kate Rees just wants some romance in her life, but she hasn’t had the most pleasant dating history. After yet another date gone wrong, she nearly gives up until her work colleague mentions a matchmaking website she’d seen an ad for. Little does she know, the mystery man she’s been matched with is handsome, rising star, Tom Hiddleston. And that’s when things get complicated.

Rated M (18+) || Word Count: 7.3k || Warnings: Swearing, NSFW

A/N: Look what miraculous thing happened this week! Another update! This chapter was another emotionally rough one to write, but it had to be done! I was made aware that the last chapter should have come with a tissue warning, so here it is! This chapter may require tissues, so please have some readily available during visual consumption. Enjoy! ;)

You can also find us on AO3:

@odinsonsobsessed - Mischievousbellerina

@mrshiddleston-uk - Crimson_peak

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!

Series Masterlist

The sound of Bobby's distant bark from outside snapped Tom's blank stare at the door, pulling him out of his state of shock. He took a deep breath and let it out before making his way over to the back door to let his dog inside. He'd let him out just before Kate got there in preparation for their lunch date, which he assumed would take a while. How long had he left him outside for? 

The moment Tom opened the door, Bobby raced inside, sniffing around and lingering near the front door as he caught on to Kate's scent. He lifted his head to follow Tom's movement across the living room to plop onto the couch. As if sensing his owner's distress, Bobby trotted over to him and sat at his feet, looking up at him curiously. When Tom didn't acknowledge him like he always did with a smile and scoop him up, Bobby let out a low whine and jumped onto the couch next to him. He curled up next to his side and put his head on Tom's lap, laying there quietly while Tom continuously replayed his break up with Kate. This wasn’t part of the plan for today, this wasn’t supposed to happen. It had come so out of the blue… He thought he and Kate were happy, he thought they were in love. He didn’t know she‘d been thinking something completely different. He knew Charlotte was a touchy subject, but all the other stuff Kate had said about him never being around… he had no idea. Why hadn’t she told him it was all getting too much? She'd always assure him that she was fine, but… had he really made her suffer?

Tom should never have let her leave. He should have tried harder to make her stay, so they could talk and work it out. But he’d been so surprised when she’d told him that she was breaking up with him that he couldn’t think straight. It was like he’d gone into shock. Why had he let her go? His eyes darted around the room in search of his phone. He couldn’t see it anywhere.

“Where the fuck is it?” He growled, launching himself off the sofa, causing Bobby to bark in surprise and run off. He stormed towards the kitchen and straight away he caught sight of his phone lying on the counter. Snatching it up, he tapped at it impatiently, pausing only briefly to check his email notification - details of his flight to America in the next couple of days. Fuck, he was flying out of the country to look at apartments to rent short term while he was filming the movie. Right now he didn’t give a shit about flights, apartments or movies, his thoughts were only filled with Kate. His fingers moved quickly over the screen as he called up her number and let it ring. As he lifted the phone to his ear he realised his hands were shaking. He was a huge ball of nervous energy, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for the call to connect. 

“Hi, this is Kate. I can’t take your call right now, so please leave a message!”

Tom cursed under his breath and ended the call quickly. He didn’t want to leave a message, he wanted to talk to her, ask her to reconsider. God, he’d beg if he had to. He waited another minute before pressing redial and started to pace the kitchen, praying that maybe Kate had just been out of range and that this time it would miraculously ring, rather than going straight to voicemail. But as Kate’s cheerful voicemail message cut in again, he groaned in frustration and hung up again. 

Maybe she just needed some time alone? It wasn’t unreasonable for her to have turned her phone off after what had just happened between them… perhaps he should respect that and leave her alone for a bit. 

Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair as he reasoned with himself.

Maybe if he gave her a couple of days to think about everything, she’d realize how much she missed him? What was that saying? If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours, and if they don’t, they never were… 

Tom shook his head at the thought, tears back and ready to fall.

This couldn’t be it, this couldn’t be the end. He just needed to give Kate a couple of days to get her head straight, and if she hadn’t called him by the time he arrived in LA, he would call her again. He just had to try and stop himself from going crazy until then.

The next couple of days were hell. He fought himself every step of the way not to pick up that phone and call Kate. But he promised himself to give her some time. That and he needed to sort through his own thoughts to be able to speak with her properly.

The night before he left for America, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After settling on his side, his hand splayed across the empty side of the bed, the side where Kate slept. There was still a faint trace of her perfume on the pillow. He stroked softly over the sheets as he thought about how he loved waking up with her. The way she’d blink sleepily at him and immediately reach for him, nuzzling into his neck as her breath tickled his ear. His bed was so cold without her. He let out a shaky breath which caught in his throat as a tear trickled down his cheek and hit the pillow. He missed her so much his body actually hurt. 

Tom must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, his phone was ringing on the cabinet next to his bed. He groaned and rolled over, groping around with his eyes still closed until his hands closed around his phone. He squinted at the display and swiped the screen across, "Yeah.” He mumbled, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light streaming through the cracks in his curtains. What time was it?

“Good afternoon, Mr. Hiddleston. Just confirming I will be there to pick you up in an hour." His driver replied politely.

An hour? But he wasn’t going until three o'clock that afternoon … Tom turned his head to glance at the clock in confusion and his eyes widened as he bolted upright,  “Fuck." He cursed under his breath. It was nearly two o'clock. 

“Is everything okay, Mr. Hiddleston?”

“Yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. I’ll see you in an hour.” He said quickly and hung up, dropping his phone on the bed. He threw the covers back and swung his legs off the side, getting to his feet and hurriedly grabbing his suitcase from the cupboard. He had to pack, shower, drop Bobby at the dog sitters, and be back in an hour. Yet still in his panic to get himself sorted, all he could think about was Kate. When he got in the shower, her shower gel was on the shelf.  When he opened his cupboard to get out a clean sweater, one of Kate’s blouses was hanging there. When he went to get Bobby's lead to run him around to the sitters, Kate’s umbrella was standing by the front door. She was everywhere. 

The drive to the airport from Tom’s house didn’t take long thankfully, as surprisingly Tom wasn’t ready when his driver arrived. It was nearly a quarter to four when they left and Tom’s manager Luke spent the first ten minutes of the journey reprimanding him for his timekeeping. Tom was sure he wouldn’t have been so hard on him if he’d just told him why, but he wasn’t ready. He didn’t think he could bring himself to utter those words - 

Kate and I have split up. 

Instead, he just stared into his lap and nodded at the appropriate moments as Luke ran through his itinerary for when they landed in L.A.. They pulled up in front of the departures terminal at Heathrow and climbed out of the car, helping the driver with their luggage. As he stood on the pavement, Tom habitually patted his jeans pocket to check for his phone, and his blood ran cold. His pockets were empty. 

“My phone.” He stuttered.

“What’s that?” Luke replied, walking towards him after waving their driver off.

“My phone, it’s still at home. It’s on the bed where I left it when I woke up. Dammit! Get him back!!!” Tom gestured after his car which was now almost out of sight, heading towards the exit. He turned towards Luke with distress clear on his face. “Luke, get him back here! I need my phone!”

He could feel panic rising in his chest. He couldn’t go without his phone. What if Kate tried to call? Shit, he was meant to be calling her after he'd gotten situated at his hotel! He couldn’t leave without it. 

“Mate, we don’t have time! Come on!” Luke was pulling on his arm, practically dragging him onto the terminal.

Conscious of not drawing attention to himself, Tom tried to resist as he pulled back against Luke. “ I need my phone, I-"

“Tom." Luke interrupted him, fixing him with a stern glare. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but we’re already late! We do not have time to go back and get your phone, okay?”

Tom could see people glancing at them as they walked past, and it was only a matter of time before someone recognised him, and he really didn’t need any more shit to deal with today. He reluctantly started to follow Luke towards the terminal. As they were guided through the VIP check in, his manager sighed and shook his head as he caught Tom's deep frown. "Look, we're so close to missing this flight as it is and I really need you to work with me here. You can just use my phone when we arrive in L.A. if it's so important."

Tom didn’t know Kate’s number, not off by heart anyway. “Do you have Kate’s number?” He asked him, already knowing the answer. By now they were being guided along a corridor towards the plane which was already boarding.

“No. Is that what’s got you so antsy? Because you won’t be able to talk to Kate? Just send her an email, tell her you’ve forgotten your phone." Luke replied nonchalantly as they were shown to their seats and stowed their bags in the overhead compartments.

“You don’t understand, it’s not as simple as that. I need to talk to her. I…" 

Tom stopped and huffed irritatedly as he threw himself down into his seat as Luke sat down next to him and chuckled. “You really have got it bad, haven’t you?!”

Tom scowled and turned his head to glare out the window his head a mixture of frustration and anger. Luke didn’t know the half of it.

The moment Tom landed in L.A., he wanted to jump on the next plane back to London and see Kate. How could he have been so stupid? So careless? And why the fuck didn't he memorize Kate's number? He was an actor for God's sake, he was brilliant at remembering lines, so why not a simple phone number? Perhaps he thought he'd never need to, as it was easy to scroll through his phone and click on her name. He should have memorized it or wrote it down anyway and stuck it in his wallet, in case of an emergency. God he couldn't think straight when it came to that woman. However, if he didn't at least screw his head on straight while he was there, he would be miserable during his stay while filming if he didn't pay attention and pick the right apartment. Not that he was exceptionally picky, but he was going to be there for months. His stomach turned at the thought. He should be used to this by now, he'd done it plenty of times. But it was different this time. Kate was in the equation now. Or, she was. He wanted her to be.

Why did this have to happen now? Of all the times, it had to happen just before this damn movie. His time to fix this was narrow before things would get even more complicated. And here he was halfway across the world looking at bloody apartments. Tom was so close to snapping at Luke when they pulled up to the tenth complex. He wanted to tell him to just pick one for him and be done with it so that he could go home. He was tired, he was antsy and just fed up. 

He tried to turn his mood positive and pass the time on the plane ride back by thinking that he might come home to texts and voicemails about Kate making a mistake and wanting to talk. Maybe the last few days of a break gave her enough time to think it over and reconsider?

By the time Tom flew into Heathrow, made it back into town and picked Bobby up from the sitters, it was getting late and he was wiped from the travel and time change. There was no way it'd be a good idea to go and see Kate until he had gotten some sleep in an actual bed. When he returned home, he eagerly checked his bedroom for his phone, finding it on the bed where he'd left it and quickly plugged it in, as it was long dead after having been abandoned for a week. Once his phone had enough juice, he powered it on and waited for his notifications to come through. There were dozens - of course - but the more he scrolled through them, the more disappointed he had become until finally he'd gone through every message, email, and voicemail. That's when his heart sank. Nothing from Kate.

Why hadn't she called, or even texted? She was clearly devastated when she broke up with him, it was clear she cared for him, but he couldn't help but wonder what this meant… Was she moving on? 

He had to find out tomorrow. 

Tom had to make sure he was there for when Kate finished work. On his way to the museum, he stopped at a florist in to get her some flowers. He spent quite some time studying the various bouquets, wanting to pick something perfect. Should he go all out and pick the biggest arrangement they had or should he go for something a little more understated and subtle? After standing there pondering for what seemed like ages, he picked a small bouquet of roses, chamelias, lavender and eucalyptus.

The closer Tom got to the museum, the more nervous and anxious he got to see her again. How would she react to him showing up out of the blue? Would she like the flowers? Would she throw her arms around him and tell him that she missed him? Or would she ignore him and walk the other way? Thinking back, he probably should have called her first… but there was no backing out now. 

With the bouquet of flowers in hand and having just turned onto the street, he saw the museum come into view. Just another minute and he'd be there. Just one more corner and across the street. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster as he glanced at the bouquet and smiled. He knew roses were Kate’s favourite flower and she had a little window box of Lavender in her flat, so he was quietly confident the flowers would be perfect. As he rounded the corner opposite the museum, he stopped dead. 

There, waiting outside the exit, leaning casually against the wall was Zack. No. No, no, no, NO. He couldn’t talk to Kate while Zack was there! Tom tried to think quickly. Maybe he could duck around to the other side of the museum and try to catch Kate before Zack got to her? Suddenly out the corner of his eye he saw the door to the museum open, and Kate emerged with Roxy. 

Seeing her again was like a dagger straight through his heart. His stomach flipped as he watched the two women share a brief exchange before laughing. Kate gave Roxy a wave goodbye, and turned towards Zack. As she approached him, Zack pushed himself off the wall and smiled at her, opening his arms and hugging her for several moments. He frowned, trying to lip read what Zack was saying, but with his face half obscured by Kate’s hair it was impossible. 

Tom took a couple of small steps back as Kate and Zack started to walk away from him, Kate linking her arm through Zack's, both of them completely oblivious to the disappointed, broken man standing there watching them from the pavement opposite them. As they disappeared from sight, merging into the other crowds of people making their way home in the rush hour, Tom turned away and began to walk slowly back home, his head down and his shoulders slumped. 

Of course she was going to be spending time with Zack. Tom wasn’t his biggest fan but he was Kate’s best friend and obviously one of the first people she would have turned to when they broke up. Tom tried to ignore the thoughts of Kate and Zack spending their evenings together, curled up on her sofa eating takeaways and talking for hours, almost certainly about him. How much had Kate told him? What advice had Zack given her? Perhaps she was okay without him, perhaps she was already over him and enjoying being single again, spending time with her friends and go out and do whatever she wanted. The thought of Kate having forgotten about him already made Tom feel sick.

Arriving home, Tom wandered aimlessly towards his kitchen with the flowers still in his hand. He looked down at them, wondering what to do with them. He ended up just sticking them in a jug of water and leaving them on the counter while he busied himself making some dinner and seeing to Bobby, and definitely not thinking about Kate.

The next week was a blur of final meetings and arrangements before Tom left for LA to start filming. Yet still Tom’s thoughts were all consumed by Kate. He still hadn’t heard from her, and he’d been so ridiculously busy that he hadn’t even had a moment to himself to try and speak to her again. But he knew that he couldn’t leave without seeing her, without trying to make this right. By Thursday evening he finally had some time to himself and he knew exactly what he had to do. It was time for someone to make a move and possibly sort this out, or at least be able to put it past them.

He knew Kate would be at home that night, she never liked to go out too much during the week as her job was so busy that she preferred to spend weekday evenings just relaxing and unwinding. Checking the time as he pulled his jacket on, Tom was sure she would be home by now - it was nearly eight o'clock. The flowers from a week ago had become a brown, wilted mess and since then been thrown out, so he decided to stop by the supermarket on his way to Kate’s flat and pick up a bottle of wine instead. They could sit down, have a drink and talk this all through. They could make this right. Picking up his keys and his phone from the side, Tom hesitated - should he call her first? No, he was past the point of wanting to call her, he needed to see her. If he called first, would she just ignore his call or refuse to answer the door, knowing he'd just try to reach her? He wanted to catch her off guard, so he could gage her true reaction to seeing him. They’d be fine, it was all going to work out, he was sure of it. 

Tom walked quickly down the road towards Camden. It was a relatively short distance and he figured the walk would help him get things straight in his head and work through all the things he wanted to say. His only stop was at Tesco to get the wine. He took his time in choosing the right bottle - a nice Rioja, not too dry because Kate hated dry wine. She would screw her face up and shiver as she swallowed, and Tom had thought it was adorable and hilarious all at once. Clutching the bottle tightly and still smiling to himself as he remembered Kate’s dislike of dry wine, he made his way towards the till. Tom was paying very little attention to people around him and distracted by his thoughts, until he knocked into someone and nearly sent the wine smashing to the ground.

“Oh, I’m so sorry." He mumbled, regaining his grip on the bottle and looking up at the person he had pretty much head on collided with. As their eyes met, both their expressions turned from apologetic to something a little darker. They stared at each other for a moment before the other man spoke first.

“Hello Tom.” Zack said, his face straight and hint of disapproval in his voice.

“Zack… Hi.” Tom stuttered, taken aback at seeing him again. Real smooth, Tom.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, almost squaring up to each other, although Tom had a good few inches on Zack. The air was loaded, filled with things both men wanted to say to each other yet neither started to speak. Eventually Tom shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his head.

“How, um… How are you?”

Zack observed him silently for a few more moments before he replied flatly, “I’m fine."

“And Kate?” The words were out of Tom’s mouth before he could stop himself. He inwardly cursed as he tried to read Zack's expression but he remained straight faced. 

“She’s fine, too. I’m actually just on my way back to her place now, I’ve just popped out to grab a few bits for dinner. I’ve been staying with her, you see.” He added smugly, with a small smile.

“Right.” Tom mumbled. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to think. Zack had completely thrown him. He could usually handle situations like this easily but right now he was at a loss for words and feeling irrationally intimidated by the guy. 

“I can only assume that’s where you were heading next, too." Zack said, glancing down at the bottle that Tom was gripping so hard, his knuckles were turning white.

“I… um…"

Zack took a step towards Tom, “Let me save you a trip, mate. She’s not interested. Don’t humiliate yourself by going round there and begging for her to take you back. You were too stupid to see what an amazing woman you had and now it’s too late. You let her go and she’s better off without you.”

Zack looked him up and down one more time and stepped back, bending over to pick up his basket and starting to walk away.

“But I didn’t want any of this! She broke up with me!” Tom blurted. 

Zack stopped and turned back to Tom. “She did. And she’s moved on. She doesn’t need you anymore."

“Are you…” Tom started as Zack walked away without looking back. Now he understood - Kate had moved on and he was pretty sure she’d moved on with Zack.

By the time Zack got back from the shop, Kate had decided that he needed to go home tonight. It was time for her to be brave and get on with her life without Tom. She reminded herself that this was her doing, so she had to deal with the consequences. That didn’t mean it hurt any less, or that it was going to be easy. But she couldn’t keep relying on Zack anymore. She’d nearly single handedly ruined their lifelong friendship earlier tonight and as soon as he walked back through the door she began apologizing again, even more so when she noticed how on edge he seemed to be as he busied himself preparing their food.

“Kate, honestly, it’s okay. I understand." He assured her as he emptied ingredients into the saucepan for their stir fry. Kate hovered nervously as he stared at the pan, seemingly avoiding eye contact with her.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Zack sighed and finally looked at her, “I guess we’re both feeling a little weird after earlier, and then when I was at the shops I ran into…” He paused and glanced at the floor.

“Into who?” Kate pressed him to finish.

Looking back up at her, Zack shook his head, “Just this guy I know, but don’t really like. It was nothing. Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.” He reached out and patted her shoulder reassuringly “Go grab me some plates, this is just about ready."

Thinking nothing more of it, Kate laid some plates out on the table and opened a bottle of wine as Zack served their food and they sat down to eat. They chatted for a while about work and the series they’d just finished watching on Netflix and as they fell silent again, Kate knew she had to broach the subject of Zack going home.

“Hey, Zack? I was thinking earlier…”

Zack looked up and her and frowned, “Wow, did it hurt?” He smirked and Kate giggled as she tried to kick him under the table. 

“Stop it, I’m being serious!”

Zack put his knife and fork down and leaned back in his chair, picking up his glass and taking a sip, “Sorry, Sorry! Do go on. You were thinking…?”

“Maybe it’s time for me to be me again. I can’t keep you here with me forever in case I have a wobble. I think perhaps you should go home.”

Zack watched Kate intently before nodding slowly “Yeah, I mean, if you’re sure? I don’t mind saying here with you for as long as you want me to.”

Kate reached across the table and squeezed his forearm, “I know, and I really appreciate it and it’s been great having you here. But I think it’s time I try to get back to a normal life without you holding my hand the whole time."

Zack smiled and closed his hand over hers, “But just remember I’m always here to hold your hand if you need me to, okay? I’m only ever a phone call away.”

Kate felt tears stinging at her eyes as she smiled at her best friend. After everything she’d done earlier, he was still so understanding and supportive. He was her best friend.

“Thank you, Zack.”

They ate the rest of their dinner and then Kate helped Zack pack up the few of his bits that were scattered around her flat. He stayed for a little while longer while they finished off the bottle of wine and watched a couple of episodes of Friends, and by then it was quite late. They said their goodbyes and after agreeing to talk the next day as they usually did, Zack was gone and Kate was alone. She could do this. Life went on, with or without Tom.

For the next couple of weeks, life did indeed go on, and Kate started to believe she was getting through this. She started to smile more, laugh more. She realised she wasn’t thinking about Tom quite as much. He was still there, firmly in her mind and she still missed him like crazy, but it was bearable so she was taking that as a positive. 

When the text came, Kate was thirty seven pages deep in an article about lace preservation, her glasses propped on top of her head and her pen in her mouth as she chewed on it absentmindedly. When her phone bleeped she glanced at it disinterestedly, before going back to her article. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she looked back to her phone as her brain registered who the message was from. She made a noise which resembled a cross between a suffocating whale and a strangled cat, starting to flap her hands erratically as she stared at the screen. Opposite her, Roxy looked up in confusion,

“What the fuck? You okay there girl?”

“Tom!” Kate stuttered, “I’ve got a text from Tom!”

Suddenly taking more interest, Roxy bolted upright, “Shit! What does it say?”

Standing up so quickly that her chair tipped over backwards, Kate started pacing the small area around her desk “I don’t know!”

Roxy laughed at her, "Well, don't you think you ought to take a look?"

"Well yes, but…" Kate glanced at her phone again and chewed on her bottom lip.

“Do you want me to read it?” Roxy asked, getting up and walking around to Kate’s desk.

“Yes… no... Oh fuck, I don’t know!” Kate ran her hand through her hair as Roxy picked her chair up and guided her back down onto it. "It's-It's been over a month since I've heard from him! And-"

“Kate, breathe.” She picked up her phone and held it towards her, “Read the text."

Kate took a deep breath and gingerly took the phone from Roxy, who then perched on the edge of her desk with her arms folded, watching Kate. Her hands were shaking as she unlocked her phone and opened the message.

Hi Kate, I hope you’re well. I’ve found a few of your things at my house and was wondering if you needed them. I could drop them round tonight? Tom.

Kate turned her screen around and held it out to Roxy. She read the text and raised an eyebrow as she looked back at Kate, “So what’s your answer? Did you leave stuff at his house?”

Kate shrugged, “Probably. I think there’s a blouse and I think I left one of my umbrellas…? Maybe some shower gel and a toothbrush?”

Roxy nodded, waiting for Kate to go on. All Kate could do was stare at her phone and try to control her breathing. This was the first contact her and Tom had had since their breakup. 

“What do I say?” She squeaked, looking back to Roxy.

"Well, do you want your things back?"

"I mean… it would be nice to have them, yes."

"An even bigger question… Do you want to see him?"

Kate blew out a deep breath and tipped her head back, closing her eyes. After a moment she opened them again and looked at her friend, “I think I do want to see him.”

Roxy eyed her cautiously, “Do you want me to come back to yours with you so I can be there when he comes round?”

Kate shook her head, “It’s okay, Rox. I need to do this alone. Maybe we can talk. Maybe…” She paused and shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting my hopes up for nothing.” 

"Just meet with him and see what happens. He's going away to film for a while, right? Don't regret passing up an opportunity to see him before he leaves."

"You're right." Kate hit reply and quickly typed out a message.

Hi Tom. If you could drop them over tonight that would be great. I’ll be home at the usual time. Kate.

Tom’s response was almost instant.

No problem. See you later.

Kate didn’t get to page thirty eight of her article. She spent the rest of the afternoon unable to concentrate, her head filled with thoughts about that evening. Were her things just an excuse for Tom to see her? Was he going to tell her how much he missed her and beg her to reconsider? Again her head fought her heart as she desperately hoped he might ask her to work things out and then she reminded herself there was a reason she’d done all this in the first place. She was just starting to get over him, and this meeting could wreck everything. 

Despite all this, she found herself ducking out of work early and rushing home as quickly as she could so that she could get changed and touch up her hair and make up. She didn't want to regret refusing him, just as Roxy had said.

Kate sat impatiently on the sofa, fidgeting constantly and checking the time, wondering when he would arrive. When her bell finally rang, she practically sprinted to the door. She checked her reflection in the mirror and took several deep breaths to try and calm her nerves. Slowly, she opened the door and there he was. 

“Hi.” He gave her half a smile.

“Hi.” Kate replied, as she tried to focus on her breathing. He looked as incredible as ever, even in a simple navy sweater and dark jeans. She stepped back, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to come in. He moved forwards into the flat and Kate closed the door behind him, following him towards the living room where he was standing, looking a little uncomfortable. He turned as she walked towards him and held out a bag.

“I’ve been packing and getting ready to go to LA, that’s when I found your things.”

Kate took the bag from him, the tips of their fingers just brushing against each other, but still sending that familiar spark through Kate’s body. As she made eye contact with him, she was hit with a longing of being able to wake up to those beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. When his fingers would skim across her hip and light up her whole body. When a soft smile would stretch across his features and whisper that sexy little Good morning, Kate.

“I think that’s everything.” Tom added, pulling her from her thoughts. Oh God, she had been staring. She realized he wasn’t smiling. In fact his, expression seemed solemn and emotionless.

“Thanks.” Kate replied, cheeks tinted pink. As he plunged his hands into his pockets, he looked around the room uneasily. 

Come on Kate, say something! 

“So, when do you leave?”

“Friday, so just a couple of days away now."

“Exciting.” Kate added, although she didn’t mean it. It was selfish, but she didn't want him to go.  She didn't want him to go and get on with his life. She wanted him to miss her as much as she missed him and that he wanted to work things out.

“Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.” Tom replied, yet he seemed not to think so either.

Kate watched him silently for a few minutes as his eyes darted around the room before settling on the floor. God, this was awkward. She’d never seen Tom like this before, even when they first met and they hardly knew each other. Was he just as nervous as her? She didn’t know what else to say or do. 

Should she bring up their relationship and the last time they saw each other? Perhaps they needed some alcohol to loosen them both up a bit. Tom didn’t look like he was in a rush to leave, yet at the same time he didn’t really look like he wanted to be there. Kate knew him well enough to be pretty certain there was something else he wanted to say though.

“Would you like a drink?” She asked.

Tom looked up from whatever he had been staring at so intently on her carpet and half smiled again. “No, thank you. I really can’t stay, but I needed to say something. Can we sit down for a moment?” He gestured towards the sofa and Kate nodded. Silently, they both moved towards it and Tom waited as Kate sat down before sitting on the edge of the sofa opposite her. 

Kate’s emotions started to build and get the better of her. Was he about to declare his undying love for her? Was that why he was being so weird, because he was nervous? Did he think she was going to reject him?

She watched expectantly as Tom picked at his thumbnail, like he didn’t know where to start. After a few moments he eventually spoke. “Listen, Kate, I…" He took a long pause, "I just wanted to say that there’s no hard feelings.”

Kate’s stomach dropped as she looked at him as he continued “It’s good that you’ve moved on, and I’m pleased for you. I only ever wanted you to be happy and I honestly hope that everything works out for you." Tom finally looked up at her, meeting her gaze. “I really do mean that from the bottom of my heart. You’re one of the sweetest, most caring people I’ve ever met and you deserve the world. I genuinely wish you nothing but the best. I guess some things just aren’t meant to be and you know, you have to accept that and move forwards, and we’re both doing that." He paused and shrugged, “So�� yeah. I just wanted to say that.” 

“I…” Kate tried to talk but she couldn’t. Tears started to prick at her eyes as she realized that today hadn’t been about Tom wanting her back, it had been about Tom wanting closure. She couldn't break down again, not in front of him and especially not after the speech he’d just given her. His expression remained stoic as he sniffed and got to his feet. He looked towards the door, avoiding eye contact with her again. 

“I should probably get going. I have a lot to do before leaving.”

Kate knew if she tried to say anything she’d just break down, so instead she nodded and stood up, following him towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle and looked back at her, and she wasn’t sure if there were tears in his eyes too. 

“Goodbye Kate." 

He opened the door and ducked out, closing it again behind him as Kate stood there speechless. God, she was so stupid. Why had she let herself believe that they were going to get back together? She thumped her fists on the door with a frustrated shout before turning around and leaning back against it, sliding to the floor as the tears started to spill down her cheeks. 

Kate couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. After her meeting with Tom a couple of days ago, she felt like she’d taken two steps backwards in her efforts to get over him. In an attempt to cheer her up and take her mind off it, Roxy and Zack had decided to take her out for the evening. As she stood at the counter of the packed bar waiting to be served, she wished she’d never allowed them to talk her into it. Her dress was too tight, her heels were too high, and her make up was too heavy. She just wanted to go home and change into her tracksuit bottoms, pull her hair up into a messy ponytail and fall asleep on the sofa watching reruns of Friends. The only saving grace for the evening was the cheap alcohol, and even that wasn’t really raising any enthusiasm in her. But she would try and enjoy herself for the sake of her friends, after everything they’d done for her over the last few weeks, it was only fair. And while she just wasn't feeling it, she appreciated the gesture.

Finally making her way to the front of the queue, Kate ordered their drinks and fought her way back over to the table where Roxy and Zack were deep in conversation, giggling away together like a couple of school kids. For every one drink Kate had, that pair had had two, and they were well on their way to being pretty drunk. Kate was taking things much slower, not trusting herself to get too over emotional if she got drunk. The last thing she wanted to do was end up calling or texting Tom with some declaration of drunken unrequited love. 

As she squeezed into her seat, Roxy nudged her with a grin. “That guy over there has been watching you all night.” 

Kate looked in the direction of Roxy's inebriated pointing, and caught the eye of a dark haired man standing near the DJ. He smiled and winked at her, but Kate quickly looked away again.

“You should go talk to him!" Roxy encouraged.

“Too soon Rox, too soon.” Interrupted Zack, taking another sip of his beer. 

Roxy turned to him, frowning. “It’s just harmless fun! It’s not like she has to marry him or anything!”

Roxy turned back to Kate, waiting for her to say something. She shook her head and stared into her wine, “Zack’s right, Roxy. It’s too soon. I can’t…..” She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was not going to cry in the middle of this packed out bar. “I just don’t feel ready for that yet - any of that. Not even talking.”

“Let’s dance then!” Zack bellowed, spreading his arms wide. Kate rolled her eyes as Roxy cheered and stood up. Before she knew it she was being pulled to her feet. 

“Guys. Guys, wait!" She raised her voice a bit so she could be heard over the music as Zack tried to spin her around. "I think I’m gonna call it a night.” 

Zack stopped and looked at her sadly, “But it’s only early!”

“Zack, it’s gone midnight. My feet are killing me and I’m pretty tired.” She looked between her two friends as they pouted at her like sulking children. “You two should stay here and enjoy yourselves."

"No, I'm walking you home." Zack made a movement for his jacket, but Kate put her hand on his forearm. 

"It's okay, Zack, really. Don't make Roxy party here by herself. You should stay and have fun."

After studying her for a moment, his shoulders relaxed as he sighed. “Will you be okay walking home on your own?” Zack was so protective, always looking out for her.

Kate reached for him and gave him a hug, “I’ll be fine. I could do with the fresh air."

“Text me as soon as you’re home." Roxy butted in, shoving Zack to one side so she could hug Kate, too. A few minutes later after a few more reassurances that she would be ok, Kate was finally on her way home, walking barefoot with her shoes in her hand. 

Within ten minutes she was home, dropping her shoes by the front door and heading straight for her bedroom to peel off that damn dress and get into her comfy clothes. She took her contact lenses out and pulled her hair up into a bun on the top of her head and collapsed on the sofa with a satisfied moan. 

Reaching for her phone, she sent Roxy a text to say she was home safely, and then started to scroll half heartedly through the days news. Politics, crime, celebrity gossip, just the usual stuff. Kate kept scrolling until one story made her freeze. Before she could stop herself she’d clicked on the article and was staring at a photo of Tom. Her eyes skimmed over the caption underneath -

Upon arriving in LA, Tom Hiddleston looks tired and miserable from his long flight from London, but the moment he sees his costar, Charlotte Harper, he's all smiles.

Kate drew in a breath as she continued reading - the article went on to describe how Tom had looked glum as he few out of London that morning but was met by Charlotte at LAX where he was suddenly seeming to be in a good mood as they greeted each other affectionately. Kate looked at the photos, examining them closely. Tom was practically beaming as Charlotte approached him. The following photo of them hugging made Kate’s stomach turn. She threw her phone down on the sofa and bit her lip, fighting back yet more tears. Only two days ago, Tom had told her he’d moved on, and this was obviously what he meant. Tom had moved on with Charlotte.

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i keep thinking about how when a family member asked what i was up to on my laptop and i said making gifs, she couldn't comprehend that i do it for free. like, she asked how many i made, and she knows i've made a couple of hundred in one go before and said the same thing then, but when i said "idk a thousand and something" she genuinely couldn't wrap her head around the fact i just do it for free and then post them for whoever. like, fair, i make them for myself, but when she asks why i make them i usually just say that someone asked and they can send in anonymous requests (bc otherwise it's "well who asked you to?") because it's easier than trying to explain why i need gifs of random actors for writing. but there are, ofc, gif makers out there who DO make packs on request. sometimes of people they've never heard of and have no intention of using themselves. and they spend hours doing something for someone just because they asked. and yes i know that charging for gifs is technically illegal bc the material doesn't belong to us but like,,,, can you blame the people that do?? ANYWAY what i'm saying is, i can't stop thinking about how we do this shit for hours and days and weeks and sometimes months and all we ask is literally just the click of a button?? just a like or a reblog?? but then people don't even do THAT half the time and like?? for all the work that's gone in for these gifs to be available and you can't even click a button to say thanks?? like it's so weird. i often think about how odd the rpc would seem to me if i wasn't in it (just like ,,,, the rules and the customs and just like how things work u know??) but rn the fact we just post hundreds of gifs that are then free to use is really making me think rn. especially bc i make my gifs for me?? i make them for me to use?? or for mates sometimes?? and i do take suggestions and maybe i'll take requests when i'm happier with how my gifs look but like?? i could just make them and post them privately and never make them public but i don't and that thought never even crossed my mind??? bc i've made them, may as well share them, if nobody gets any use of them then that's okay i made them for me but they're there if they're wanted?? and even if you made gifs for yourself like?? it wouldn't be totally out there to me, if i saw it, if someone posted their gifs but required like a small payment to get the link to view them?? bc hey they're their gifs and they take ages so why not?? like that makes sense but i feel like it someone actually did that then there'd be uproar (and i know the legal side of it is valid obviously but like people are gonna charge for comissions anyway whether it's illegal or not so this is like,,,, a step down from that i guess??) but as a member of the community it’s just like.... the norm that people are nice enough to share all these gifs for free and it’s kind of like Amazing if u think about it. like idk man the fact that we as a community post hundreds and thousands if gifs we made for people to use for free is kind of like?,,,, amazing??? and i just don't really think i appreciate it as much as i should u know?? but on the other hand,maybe other people dont either like in the way of not reblogging the gif packs before using them and shit and ignoring people's rules?? like idk do we take it for granted?? idk man much to think about

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Choking On Sapphires 42

Title & Song: Dreams

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count:  5400+

Summary: Genevieve has another dream and realizes her feelings for Alfie and sees trouble on the horizon. She seeks out advice from the person she trusts the most. She receives bad news, but makes the best of it.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Angst. Fluff. Explicit Sexual Content. 

**Chapter song is Dreams by The Cranberries.**

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-41)

You awake to the warm hands of Alfie on your clammy, sweat covered skin. He'd slept in your bed again after the usual Friday night of habit of sleeping together, which you welcomed now. And after waking up from a dream like the one you just had, you found yourself especially thankful he was there.

"Shhh, luv, it's just a dream innit?" you hear his voice soft and deep as his hand pushes back your hair, an open palm on your stomach, as your chest started to ease in it's heaving. But it wasn't always "just" dreams with you, was it? He forgets it was your dreams like this that are the reason he's still alive. Although this one was far easier to interpret than the previous ones you'd had about him.

You were standing on a beach. It was cold and you could feel the salty sea wind biting at your bare skin, feeling vulnerable and raw. You see your mother, your brothers, and sisters by the water together.  Your heart leaps at the sight, as you hadn't seen them in so long and you start to move forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Alfie walking beside you, it was a lovely scene. You were excited to have him meet your family, you felt warmer as soon as you noticed him. But then appeared your father. He was like a great wall, a force that pummeled icy air upon you, separating you from your family. You want to scream and yell and attack, but you can't. He's in your face, teeth gnashing and spit hitting your skin. You feel small, frightened just like you had when you left home and you start to cry. He hits you across your face, followed by shoves and grabbing your hair and shoving you to the ground. Just like he had the night you left home. He shakes you and hits you against the wall he'd created with his appearance, separating you from Alfie. You look to the confused man and try to run towards him, the only thing besides your father with his hand around your throat that you can see, your head being knocked back against a hard surface. You call out for him and reach and fight and grasp at nothing but he's just out of reach. Your father turns, seeing that he's there and starts to pull you away by the waist. You can't get out of his grasp. Your fathers screaming at Alfie, throwing threats and telling him how you aren't worth the trouble, you're just a broken little girl who lives under his rule and he can't be with you. His insults then turn to Alfie himself and you fight back. You fight with all you have, but he keeps pulling you away from him. You think you might have hurt him enough to free yourself, feeling your body falling, and that's when Alfie's presence in real life snaps you out of the dream.

So you're gasping on your back, wide-eyed, face wet with sweat and tears. You hold your hands up to see them, they're shaking and Alfie takes them in his.

"C'mere, sweetheart," he whispers, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you come down from the trembling mess of a girl the dream had turned you into. He shushes you, face buried in your hair at the top of your head. You put your hands on his chest and feel his warmth, his heartbeat and you try not to cry. You're angry at yourself for the dream, for letting your father have this effect on you and your life. "I've got you, Gen, hush now, luv, nothin' gonna get ya while ya, while I'm here, is it?" he says in a warm, smooth voice that washes over you like a heavy blanket. You found yourself believing his comforting words. You move your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest, fingertips gripping into his back as you hold onto him like an anchor to reality. He continues shushing and cooing at you, kissing the top of your head as you settle, and eventually, you do. He asks no questions and demands nothing, just strokes your hair and bare skin lovingly until the both of you fall back asleep. ---------------- Alfie had gone out to the city, only after you gave him the go-ahead to do so after the state you'd woken up in. He said if you were too shaken he'd be happy to stay, it was only a few things that he had to do that'd help the workload of the next week move smoother.

His willingness to stay if you needed him and his reaction to the vulnerability you'd unwillingly shown make your chest ache. But not in the sorrowful way that you were used to. You watch his car leave down the drive, chewing your thumbnail in thought. This had gone beyond your original intention, hadn't it?

"Fuck." you swear out loud to only yourself in your bedroom, shaking your head. "You silly, silly girl. What have you done?"

You sit in the comfiest chair in your room by the fire, the autumn air starting to chill you even in the daytime. You pull your thick dressing gown around you and settle in, placing a phone call. There had only ever been one man previously in your life that you'd always trusted and you knew loved you and would never do you any harm. That was your uncle Altar. And seeing as you've found yourself in dire need of good advice, you call your favorite man in the world, the only man that had ever been a father to you.

"Surely the operator is lying, no way my little Lily is calling me out of nowhere?" you can picture his big grin under his beard, brown eyes so similar to yours shining with amusement as he spoke.

"She was not lying it's me." you say softly.

"Oh my favorite niece, it is a beautiful sound to hear you speak again my dear." he coos.

"And the most comforting to hear yours, uncle." you reply in earnest.

"What do I owe this pleasure my sweet princess?" he asks, getting to the point, just like he always had.

"I hate to admit that what I'm calling for is both, for you, seemingly good and bad news."

"Oh, Genevieve, my darling, what's happened? Are you alright?"

"That's debatable." you say with a bit of humor to your voice and you hear his warm laughter that makes you smile.

"Out with it, c'mon, who knows how long I've got on this earth, tell me before it's too late." he jokes.

"I find myself in need of some advice."

"And you've come to me? Oh, bless you, child, I'll talk the ears off your head, please go on."

"You're not going to believe this...I hardly believe it myself." you sigh.

"When it comes to you absolutely nothing could surprise me." he teases, it makes you smile. You missed him so.

"I've met someone."

"And I stand corrected." his voice goes higher pitched in surprise.

"And it's a man."

"Well fuck me, Lilly you've gone and got me all excited. Who is this demi-God, for he must be to have captured a demon's attention like yourself." his voice holds nothing but affection for you.

"I'm afraid it's more than a bit complicated. I'm not sure how to move forward, or if I even should...with my feelings for him I mean."

"If it's love how can it be that complicated?" he says supportively.

"I am very fond of the man but don't get ahead of yourself." you chuckle.

"No such words have been spoken. We're not even a couple really. I started sleeping with him out of convenience as he was a handsome friend and my idiot self has gone and started to go all doe-eyed and crave him romanticly and not just physically." your voice is grumpy now.

"Better to be friends first anyway. Don't be like me and jump into marriages over a great pair of tits and some tricks in the bedroom." you both laugh.

"I did learn that lesson from you." you chuckle, "Too bad you can't learn it yourself." you joke. "Although his tits and tricks are rather nice." you giggle.

"Oh don't try to change the subject dear, please, tell me who this man is so I may give this advice you seek."

You take a deep breath. "His name is Alfie Solomons. He's the leader of the Jewish Gangs in London." you feel your heart beat in the pause that follows.

"Fuck me girl, that is complicated isn't it?" his voice is still light. "Don't get me wrong, I'm elated at the news myself. You know I have no issue with that."

"I know you don't."

"In fact I prefer it." he chuckles. "A tough man that can provide and protect you." you can practically feel his chest puff up with pride over the phone. "Not that you require that darling."

"I know."

"So you have gone and gotten into the underbelly of London I see." his voice more judgey this time.

"I have." your voice flat.

"You said you weren't."  his voice is still full of tease, he knew you too well.

"I know." you admit sheepishly.

"I knew you would, my child it is in your blood." he says proudly.

"Don't tell mum, please." your voice pleading slightly.

"I wouldn't! Wait, bought the crime or the man?" he laughs.

"Fucking both." he laughs again and you smile with it this time. You let out a heavy sigh into the receiver. He breaks the silence.

"Does your father know?" he asks, voice more serious.

"I've not been contacted but I've heard rumors he has. He wouldn't know of my feelings for the man, just the working together." you softly explain.

"Well that's a bit of good luck." he offers.

"If that's what you want to call it." you roll your eyes.

"Are you worried about him?" his tone more concerned.

"I'm afraid I was conditioned to be." you weakly admit.

"You've gotten rid of a lot of the things you were conditioned to be, dear." he says supportively.

"He's the hardest to shake yet." The dream come back into your mind and you feel the sting of tears. "What if he comes for me? Or what if he comes for Alfie? What if he tries to take away everything?" he can hear the choking in your throat from holding back tears.

"You've not been on his money for years, my sweet." trying to build up your confidence.

"I know but what if he tries. I've worked so hard." you rasp out, hand covering your mouth, eyes shutting as you begin to cry.

"I know that better than most anyone, love." his voice is so sweet and caring, exactly what you'd needed and hoped to hear. "Is this Solomons worth the risk?" his voice prys, and you let it.

You pause, sighing and looking into the fire as you wipe away a stray tear. "I don't know." he hears you sniffle and realizes this is quite serious for you. But otherwise, you wouldn't have called him about it if it hadn't been. "I've just..." you take a shaky inhale. "I've never met a man who would be and here I am...risking punishment from my bastard father over one who could be. Exactly where I said I'd never be. Afraid of my father and afraid of my feelings and-" he can tell you're getting worked up and cuts you off.

"Hiding." he interrupts, his voice sterner, but he knew that's what you needed.

He hears your sob despite how you move your face away from the phone.

"I've always told you, you can do anything, my little Lilly. I have always believed that. As soon as I held you in my arms, I knew you were different. I don't mean to come at you so hard dear, you know I hate to upset you... but don't you see the root of all that trouble?" his voice is more desperate, wishing he could hold his darling niece in his arms and comfort her like he used to.

"Me?" you say weakly, it hurts him deep in his soul that that was the answer you gave.

"No! No, no, absolutely not, cheri. Try again." his voice kind and warm again.

Alfie certainly wasn't the problem, just the side effect. So was it men? Were you truly weak to men? Also no. Then your father. "Father." you whisper out.

"You have always been smart my child. You do not need him to approve of you."

"I know that."

"Do you? Because you're still denying what you are and when you came to me that summer after you left home...."

"I remember."

"You said you'd never let another man tell you what you could or couldn't be. And what does he still do?"

Your anger surpasses your sadness with his words. He was right, but of course, he was.

"He did it to your mother. He's done it to your brothers and sisters. You are not like them. You know where your soul lies. You didn't have it trained out of you, domesticated like some beast. That's not you, is it Lilly?" he asks, voice harsh.

"No." your voice matches his and he is so pleased to hear the fire burning in you again.

"Then what do you have to do?" his tone is slightly condescending but warranted.

"Not hide anymore." the fire in the fireplace reflects in your eyes, burning down into your chest and possibly down into your very soul.

"That's my girl." he cheers. ------- You're in your office, chewing your lip at the ledger for Abeille. You hear a knock on the door.

"Come in." you say passively.

Claire says, holding one single letter in her hands. You can tell by her body language that something's wrong. "This came for you." she say softly, laying the letter in front of you on the desk. You shut the book and move your face to see what she's sat down.

"Fuck." you rasp out, hesitantly picking it up and rising from your chair. "I suppose this was inevitable." you say weakly, a groan to your voice as you move around your desk to the fireplace to get a good look at it. It was from the address of your father's office.

"I've been on edge waiting for it honestly. Or a phone call or God forbid he show up here." she shudders at the thoughts.

"I've been worried as well." you let out a heavy sigh. "Let's see what threats the jellyfish bastard has for me then." you roll your eyes and open the envelope. "From the secretary-" you scoff loudly. "Not even signed from him." you shake your head."Couldn't be arsed to write a letter to his daughter...fucks' sake." you clear your throat. " From the secretary of George Greene III..." you scan over the letter. "Your father has asked me to write to you to express his distaste for the news of you working with the Jewish gangs that he's received from London. He would like to remind you of the family's agreement and orders that you cut off your ties with them. In his mercy, he is willing to forgive this oversight in your judgment. If you do not cease and follow his demands, he will be forced to take further action against you." You swing your head to Claire, a deeply annoyed look on your face.

"Sounds about right." she says with a stiff face and angry eyes.

"I don't know about you Claire...but I'm about fucking tired of his bullshit." you say with vigor.

Claire smirks, happy to see some fire in your eyes. She hated your father almost as much as you did. "You know I prefer to not live in anyone's shadow. Especially those I do not respect." she gives a single controlled head nod.

"I fucking hate him." you say with absolute certainty.  You roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "I spoke with Altar..." you begin.

Claire grins, she loved your Uncle. "This should be good." she smirks.

"Oh it is!" you give her a bright smile. "After giving me a much needed talking to about who I am now, and where I've come from. How I don't live on his money and I rule without hate, unlike him, I believe it might be time to give 'ol daddy the big, fuck you that I've longed to my entire life."

"Oh." her eyes wide, not expecting this."Really? And he supports this?"

"You know he hates him more than anyone." you speak with passion. "Perhaps it's time to expose George for what he really is." your eyes narrow. You give a single strong nod, balling up the letter and throwing it into the fire.

"Never thought I'd see the day but I can't tell you how equally happy and fearful I am." she offers with an unsure smile.

"Me too Claire." you move to her and place your hand on her shoulder.

"But isn't it time we got out of that monsters shadow? He doesn't deserve the sunlight on his skin, we deserve it on ours instead." you speak with certainty, back straight and eyes bright.

"I"m with you no matter what Genevieve." she puts her hand on top of yours.

"And to celebrate a small victory, to indulge in a bit of childish rebellion, I'm going to go and fuck the leader of the Jewish gangs in London." you say with a warm laugh.

"I can't even argue with it at this point." she grins. "The man's growing on me, I'll admit."

"He's growing on me as well." you say with a coy smile, a mischieveous smile on your face as you both look at each other.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." she says with a tilt of her head.

"Can't hide anything from you, can I Claire bear?" you lilt out, looking at her over your shoulder before crossing into the hallway.

"I know you better than you know yourself, Genevieve. Go have your fun." she smiles and waves her hand for you to go on.

She never thought letting Alfie into the house would end well. She never thought that he would bring on what she'd always wanted for you. Peace of mind. She knew that cutting the cord to your father, letting go of that hate for him and the hate he'd put of yourself into you, that even if it all crashed and burned that the weight off yours, hers and Aggie's hearts might just be worth the trouble. ----- "Alfie!" you lilt out, a devilish smile on your lips, and an exaggerated sway to your hips as you enter the study to find him seated on the couch.

"What is it Genny?" his eyes raise from the papers in his hands, head still facing downward.

"You've been working all day and night, darling." you say with a pout that makes his eyes narrow.

"That's because I got a lot to fuckin' do, luv." his faces raises, a small smirk on his face.

You stand over him, one hand in your hair, twisting a curl around your finger, the other reaching out to run through his hair.  "Why don't you take a break, handsome?"

The touch is welcome but he hesitates, he really did have a lot to do. "Eh..." his mouth opens in a gruff stutter, shoulder shrugging slightly. "Didn't want to lose me focus."

You sit next to him, one leg bent up on the seat, torso facing him. "You're stressed, sweetheart."

"Of fuckin' course I am I got all these fuckin' leeches tryin' to bleed me fuckin' dry 'n that's not even the worst of it, I-" he begins, he sees your eyes narrow at him from under your thick lashes and he knows to stop his complaints. "Right." he groans out, eyes narrowing back at you mouth hanging open for a moment. He huffs noisily out of his nostrils and sets the papers down on the table in front of him. "Get that fuckin' look off ya face." he says as if he's angry with you, but you know it to be false. The sly smile you give him makes him more certain of the decision not to run you off. "'Ello luv." he says, resting a hand on your knee. "How are you this evenin'." his lips pout at the delivery of the words, his body and attention now on you.

"Wet, Alfie." your eyes grow dark, your teeth grazing over your plush bottom lip as you say his name.

A low groan comes from his throat, eyes now looking you up and down.

"I wanted to help you clear your mind..." you say sweetly but it's entirely a front as your fingers walk their way up this thigh. "And your balls." your eyes swing up to his, your tongue peaks out your grinning lips at him.

"I wunnit lyin' 'bout bein' busy." he says, almost as a warning, chin pushing into his chest.

"Then I'll just have to be quick about it, won't I?" you whisper against his lips. You ignore his tone and move to push his back against the sofa with your hands on his shoulders. You continue speaking as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, between his legs. "I find myself craving you very specifically and strongly tonight, Solomons." you say as your fingers work to undo his belt and buttons to get to the twitching length of him. "And I'm not going to take no for an answer when I really....really want something... am I?" you quirk a brow up at him, a wicked smile on your recently licked lips.

"No you are not, pet." he groans out, his hands resting at his sides, just soaking up the attention and the need he saw in your eyes.

You take him out of his pants, not all the way hard yet and you purr at the opportunity. You take him into your mouth with no verbal response back as you hear the hiss escape his lips. You press your nose into his stomach, tongue swirling and lips sucking away at him, feeling him grow hard in your mouth. One of your favorite things, and something you rarely got to indulge in with him. You moan around him, you feel a groan grow as you run one of your hands up under his shirt to drag down his broad chest, the other around his back to firmly grasp at his bum.

Once he's back to his usual diamond level hardness, you slide him out of your mouth, saliva still connecting your lips to his tip as you pull away, wrapping a hand around him to work him as you spoke. "Feeling you get hard in my mouth like that gets me so wet, Fie." your eyes burn into his, tongue out of your mouth and lapping at him in an exaggerated way, cycling from licks to indulgent sucks of his now red tip.

His sexy half smile, a huff of laugh that moves his chest at your words makes you moan around his head again. "You like 'at do ya?" his confident and cocky tone back to where you desired it.

"I love it." you say, your mouth never leaving his cock.

"Fuck Gen." he rasps out as you work him with your hand and your mouth simultaneously. "If it's a ride you're wantin' you better hurry the fuck up before the train leaves the fuckin' station." he laughs, hand moving to hold back your hair.

You give him a  big charming smile as you let him pop out of your mouth. "Wouldn't want to miss that now would I?" you whisper against his lips, leaning over him, quickly removing your silk underwear, hitching up your skirt and straddling his legs.

His hands grab at your thighs, smacking their sides at the sight of your stocking and garters, pinching the soft flesh just so in the most appealing way. HIs nostrils and brow twitch watching you reach down to rub yourself for a few breaths time, his hands now firm on your arse and kneading away. You lean forward to kiss him, a firm slap to your arse in response as your tongues mingle among your crashing lips. You raise up your hips, and being the gentleman he is, he holds himself so you can lower onto him. You rise up away from his face, hand yanking down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts and his hands move quickly towards your heaving chest, and just like a baker he gets his strong, ringed hands kneading on you again.

"Oh, fuck Alfie." you whimper as you take him into you completely, now resting hip to hip against him. You waste no time as promised, running your hands up his chest. Your back arched to kiss him as you rest one hand on the back of the couch, gripping the hard wooden trim for support, the other, sliding up his neck, fingers nesting in his beard as you feverishly kiss him.

You move slowly at first, drinking in his moans as a hand moves under your skirt to hold you by the hip, guiding you along. You set a steady pace, the heavy thud against him gives the pressure you crave, feeling the pleasure building now, you break the kiss and rise up, placing your hands on his shoulders, moving up and down at a steadily increasing rate, your breathing matched in passionate panting as you look into each other's eyes. The first moan from you breaks the eye contact, your head falling back as you move to grind back and forth against him.

"Ah, that's it now, luv." he groans out, one hand still on your hip tightly encouraging the movement from you as he knew it'd bring you closer sooner, watching your hips drag and swivel, he licks his lips at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You take his other hand, placing it on your hips as well, drawing his attention back to your undulating body on top of his.

"Hold me tighter," you command with a gentle nod of your chin. He obeys and his white-knuckled fingers squeeze, pushing you down harder onto him as you whimper out with growing need. "That's it, good boy." your eyes shut but the wicked smile remains. "You feel too fucking good I'm getting close." he knows this position can finish you off quickly but your slower paced approach surprises him once again. "Keep hold of me." you whisper, leaning up, hands on the back of the couch as you rise and fall with a pounding force on him, still slow, steady steps to get to your destination together. Your chest now directly in his face, your tits knock about on his cheeks and he snakes his head around to suck one nipple into his mouth, causing your mouth to drop open and your chest to bounce as you let out a small, helpless sound gasp. He moans as the pace grows quicker, both hands still held onto your hips, slamming himself up into you as you crashed down against him, a moan knocked out of you each time with your deep breaths.

His lapping tongue is distracting, panting and roaming against the hard nub, taking it between his teeth and nibbling with taunting pressure the louder your sounds together became. You can feel the throbbing grow more intense, him moving inside you just so with the direction of your swiveling hips, "How do feel so fucking good inside me, Alfie?" you whine, your whole back now twisting as you gave over to the feeling.

"It's these fucking serpentine hips of yours you wicked thing." he huffs out, hand reaching up to pull your lips to his, he needed you. He needed your breath mingling with his as he bites and sucked away at your mouth that cried out for him. His other hand disobeys orders, reach up to grasp your breast tightly, thumb and index fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. He plants his feet firmly on he ground and bucks up into you hard, making you loudly cry out his name. He responds with a growl. "Fuckin'g take it Gen. You know how much I love making you come all over this cock." he huffs out in an intoxicatingly dominate voice.

"Oui." you whine out against his lips, resting your bobbing forehead against his when you had to catch your breath. Your eyes are tightly shut. "Fuck." your chest stutters as you let out the prolonged cry for him. His teeth hold your bottom lip with a pinch. "You're going to make this little cunt come for you, Alfie." moan out helplessly, your body being pumped into fiercely underneath with the full power of hips. You couldn't have stopped yourself if you'd wanted to. Your ears ring and your hands tremble against his shoulders, a high pitched, sharp gasp of breath is the only sound that leaves you as you give him what he asked for with open, trembling lips.

Once the tremors have mostly passed, you can open your eyes, another sharp gasp of breath against him. His teeth now gnashed together, his jaw tight, heavy, masculine grunts and growls fill the space between your bodies as his hands move to your hips to hold you and fuck up into you to finish himself off. You tighten yourself around him, your head swinging to the side, mouth and tongue moving fast against his neck and up to his ears and back again, moaning into his thick beard and pouring dirtyy words into his ear to finish him off. "Come for me, 'Fie. I want you to fill up this little cunny you magnificent beast. I'm absolutely soaked from that thick cock of yours. Make it even wetter for me, would you? Make a fucking mess of me, darling."  you hiss and rasp into his ear, your tongue working its' way into its grooves and panting as you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close. He lets out a loud and guttural moan, a hand slapping your arse hard. "That's it," you say in a condescending tone, your hips pounding back into his. "This tight little cunt's going to make this cock mine, do you understand?" you growl, hand tugging at the hair at the back of his neck. "You're going to fucking come because it's what I want. And you'll give me anything I want won't you Solomons?" your voice is dark and directly antagonizing and his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck he loved your filthy mouth.

"Fuck!" he growls, eyes meeting yours as your lick the sweat from the side of his face. "Anything." he helplessly moans out into your smirking mouth.

"Then fucking come for me, Alfie." you growl, biting down onto his thick bottom lip. You know the strangled sound that squeaks out of his throat, how his fingers press into you, nails breaking the skin that he's giving you what you want in that moment. Holding himself inside you, before finishing off with a final few hard thrusts to finish the job.

As his soul falls back into his body, his eyes focus, hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you against his mouth, a deep and passionate kiss builds, despite your hips powering down. As you move to a slow and wet pace, lips smacking together, broken with smiles and happy hums between the two of you, you lean to kiss the tip of his nose.

"That's a good boy now, hmm?" your smile isn't condescending like the words would suggest. Your fingers wipe the sweat from his forehead gently, smoothing his hair back and gazing down at him.

The look in your eyes doesn't go missed by him, in combination with the warm smile and the soft tone you praised him with, he basks in the heavenly sight of you looking down on him adoringly. That's what it was, wasn't it? A sparkle that hadn't been there the last time he looked. What had he done to deserve a woman like you looking at him like that? He didn't know, but he didn't want you to look at him any other way again.

Pt 43 Daddy Issues

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[dangoghz]

legitimate advice for new phandom blogs

hey !! so i know sometimes posts like ‘RULES FOR THE PHANDOM XD’ are made and they’re all like “numba one. dan is a squishy bean respect this uwu” but this isn’t gonna be like that lol. im just going to list a few actual things that might help people new to the phandom learn about and become integrated into the community! of course these aren’t ‘rules’ and u dont have to listen to any of it ofc,,, im not here to control ur blog, just here to say what people normally do. feel free to rb whether u are a new blog or not, ill appreciate it either way!

(NOTE: PLS TELL ME IF ANY OF THE LINKS DONT WORK AND ILL FIX THEM PERIODICALLY!)

italicized text is defined in the glossary at the bottom!

1. be interactive! 

here, unique to our corner of timmy darn communism, we have a lot of like virtual traditions that everyone knows. these help you to make friends and also grow ur blog with some new mutuals. here are some examples.

networks: networks, or nets, are a sort of selective gc, usually with a theme or concept that it’s based around, in which all who wish to be part of fill out an application form that determines whether they get in. this is kinda the one with the most work, as u also have to make a group blog and info post, but it’s definitely worth it. i have made my closest friends in nets (such as @phleurnet which i birthed), and a lot of people on here would say the same. if you want to know more or apply, my friend diana runs an update blog @phandomnets! (examples, these are all open btw: x x x)

meetups: meetups are not in real life, don’t worry. a meetup is when someone organizes a specific time at which we all post thing around a certain theme! for instance, on halloween on tuesday, my friend milo hosted a halloween meetup. usually people post selfies but if u are uncomfortable with that, u can post art, music, or anything else related to the theme. a blog called @phandommeetupwatch keeps track of these! (examples, all happening soon/just happened: x x x)

follow forevers: a follow forever is a big celebration post when u reach a follower count milestone, no matter 50 or 5k. u tag all of the blogs you love, and they reblog it to appreciate u! it’s really positive and shows people how their work has paid off. usually people are tagged in alphabetical order, and sometimes people bold their favorites but the stylization is up to u. (recent examples: x x x)

milestone activities: sometimes people do things for their followers when they reach a follower count that involves their followers requesting something! there are many many forms of this type of thing. a common one is blog rates, in which there is a set template and the blogger rates each blog that sends in an ask using the template (info post ex: x; rate ex: x). there are also url edits (x), name/url moodboards (x), and more. u can certainly come up w an idea of ur own, being creative is great!

talk to people: that’s right dude!!! ye!!! u can message a blog u think is cool, or send an ask if u think something they made or are talking about is interesting, or add something sweet in the tags (more on etiquette later) when u rb their post. additionally, sometimes people stir up discourse, and u should participate in it if u want (past discourse examples: x x). u can also send asks when people reblog ask games, which are a list of questions with a theme (new one of mine ex: x). 

2. play around with your blog!

customizing your blog can start giving you what we call a branding, making you distinguished from other bloggers. this can include everything from as simple as using an icon to coding your own about page. 

themes: a blog can be way more appealing if it is aesthetically pleasing. admittedly, i often follow people just because of the smoothness of their mobile theme. a mobile theme is rather easy to construct as u can do it on ur own with a phone. it is how ur blog looks on a phone. although u don’t have to do this, i recommend sticking to two to four colors on ur theme and avoiding stuffing it with a lot of bright things because it can distract from content. additionally, bloggers often make their descriptions short and succinct. (my fav mobiles: x x x.) on a pc, your blog theme can be customized completely on html, meaning there is a lot of freedom. u don’t have to learn to code for this, bc u can find free themes anywhere, just search ‘free tumblr themes’ on google. once again, be creative, but u shouldn’t overload. (my fav pcs: x x x.)

about pages: in order to avoid chunky descriptions but still let people know the key deets about themselves, bloggers create about pages. sometimes these bout pages are uncoded but u can also use html code if u want to. some common things in an about page are interests, maybe personality types/horoscopes/hogwarts houses, original content, and links to other social media. (examples: x x x)

urls: urls are a key part of your blog’s brand. ‘rebranding’ is what people say if they change their url! if u are tired or bored with your url, changing it is an opportunity to change your theme and other parts of ur blog as well. (url change ex: x). 

saved urls: saved urls are basically when bloggers hoard sideblogs in order to reserve the urls used for them. if you ever encounter a blank blog that has ‘saved’ as its title, that’s probably it. sometimes people like to give away their urls, either as a constant thing (ex: x) or by doing a url giveaway (x). either way, it’s a good opportunity to change it up!

tags: in order to keep their blog cleancut and organized, a lot of bloggers have special tags for certain people, certain topics, and/or certain types of media. many people in the phandom particularly have tags for dan and phil that match (strawberries and cream, lune and sole, etc). if they have many of these tags, there can be a page for their tags on their blog. this page can be coded with special html or just a regular tumblr page, it doesn’t really matter. but it’s very useful for those who visit your blog, and makes it easy for u to navigate older posts as well! (examples: x x x)

3. learn to make og content!

producing original content helps you establish what your strengths are and why people should follow you. it also allows u to contribute to the fanbase, and gives u a chance of being noticed by dnp! and the validation is lovely. there are many options if u want to make something. 

gifs: gifs are an ART here in the phandom, and its mechanisms still perplex me to this day bc ive never tried it. u probably already know what a gif is, but if not, its essentially a short animation made in photoshop that repeats. gifmakers are often distinguished by a unique coloring (example gifmakers: x x x), such as my friend emily’s smooth dark blue tint (x). it can be a long process to learn how to gif but it is very rewarding in the end, from what i’ve heard. (tutorials: x x)

art: there is a very wide range of phanartists, all with such talents, either digital or traditional, that you can draw inspirations from for your own work. you can make cartoons, comics, realism, abstract, nsfw even, or any mix (or none) of the former. artists on tumblr definitely deserve more attention than they get here on tumblr, so be sure to show appreciation towards them! (my fav artists: x x x)

edits: edits are the Graphic Designs of our community and are usually very aesthetically pleasing. they can be centered around a certain event, like a video or something dnp made, or just for fun. the more practice you get making them, the more dexterous u’ll become. they can be a great tool if u like the design aspect of art but don’t want to actually draw. (edit makers: x x)

icons: icons are just the little profile picture that u can insert for ur blog. it’s really easy and fun to make them, kind of like a lazy version of edits. you can make them using photoshop or an app like picsart or medibang, and it doesn’t take a lot of time. more on how to use icons in section 4. (examples: x x x) (my lil tutorial: x)

moodboards: moodboards are nine pictures arranged 3 by 3 that have a certain color scheme. it’s kind of like a collage except the photo feature here separates the pictures for u. there are a lot of innovative moodboard makers that stun me w how pretty it looks or how they arrange the pics. moodboards are also an easy and fun option! (moodboard tags: x x x)

textposts: this is by far the easiest and more common form of content u will find. it’s just writing about dnp in a textpost! if a textpost isn’t very serious, people also call it a meme or shitpost. shitposting is defs on the rise here so its a good business to get into. it’s also a great outlet for ur emotions or personal connections to what dnp do! (example talk tags: x x x)

fics: by far the most famous media to come out of here, phanfiction is a popular form of phan indulgence. u have probably heard of the most scarring ones (list: x), but there is actually a really vast range of it, not just creepy smut! some other genres are fluff, angst, and slow burns. u will discover that, despite the sterotype, not all fanfiction is bad. you can find lovely fics on @phanfictioncatalogue by genre, au, or topic. and, if u need help writing something, many writers would love to help. (a few well-known fics: x x x x x)

4. tumblr etiquette!

i know tumblr might seem like a simple social media (or perhaps not after u’ve read all the above?) but there’s a lot of things that u just....u just don’t do. it’s sort of like virtual manners, and if u don’t follow them, then it’s unlikely that people will like ur blog. once again, this is by no means me forcing u to run ur blog a certain way. it just happens that the types of ppl who break these rules are who we mock in gcs :////////. so yea, here’s some advice.

credits: if u decide to use someone’s art, edit, gif, or icon on the theme of ur blog, check what they require of u before u use it. most content creators strongly ask for credit in the description of ur blog, either by link or like ‘icon/header/art by ____’. it is just a common courtesy to the person who spent time on that, and if u think credit will ruin the aesthetic of ur blog, a) u probably don’t have an aesthetic in the first place and b) learn to appreciate art, binch. 

anonymity: anon asks can be very powerful either negatively or positively depending on how u yield them, so make sure that u are careful with what u send. compliments are always welcome and criticism as well, but blatant rudeness or hate will do nothing. u will only make someone feel bad about themselves and it will not accomplish anything. also, u face the threat of all their friends turning u into a meme. 

sensitivity: a lot of people here are way too easily offended by harmless jokes, a common example in the phandom being when we insult dnp affectionately and people take it way too much to heart. please don’t start drama over something w no real meaning. however, there are times when it is indeed necessary. if u want to criticise a blogger, be respectful of them simultaneously. by all means, if u spot someone being racist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynist, or the like, feel free to call them out on it. but beforehand, make sure that u have done ur research and are educated on the topic, or u could turn out to be blatantly wrong. 

adding to posts: everyone makes this mistake when they start out here and that’s totally okay, but adding to every post u reblog is incredibly bothersome. a rule of thumb would be don’t add anything unless what u say will actually improve the post significantly. if ur additions are along the lines of ‘LOL’ or ‘i relate!!!!’ or ‘philly is a smol bean XD’, learn to use the tags for heaven’s sake. they’re there for not only organization but also for commenting. some exceptions, though, would be if u are mentioned in the post or the op is your close friend. 

respecting privacy: this should already be obvious to u, but respect dan and phil’s boundaries. do not tag them or their main tags (#daniel howell, #danisnotonfire, #amazingphil), in any phanfics, phanart (like specifically with them as a romantic ship), or phan edits. do not talk to their family members, expose their personal info like address or phone number, and do consider that they are real people just like u. we may make things based around phan, but it is kept in a community for us and not for dan and phil’s eyes. this is very important.

5. have fun!

sorry if this is all overwhelming, but i tried to make it as simplified as possible. and also sorry for the sass, i’m kinda tired of all the ding dongs on here and want to prevent further ding dongs from being created. thanks so much for readin and be sure to send me an ask anytime if u have questions! welcome to hell!

glossary

timmy darn communism: me being my usual weird self and replacing ‘tumblr dot com’ with random words that start with the same letters

mutuals: someone who you follow and who follows you; usually who u interact with most

rb: shortening for ‘reblog’

discourse: when theres is intense discussion of a certain topic, sometimes phan-related sometimes not, sometimes serious and sometimes silly

branding: the word ‘branding’ kinda started as a joke, but it’s generally what we use to call what someone’s blog reminds them of, whether it be a certain color or a discussion topic; my branding, if u asked a mutual, would probably be impressionism, tea, and baguettes (dont ask ab that one)

html: a simple type of coding used for designing websites! u can learn basic html here or here, it’s way easier and funner than it looks

dnp: dan and phil; we also say ‘deppy’, ‘dip and pip’, ‘the boys’, ‘the rats’, and more

coloring: basically the stylization of a gif, shown through filters, textures, contrast, brightness, etc. 

talk tag: a tag in which all of the textposts that a person makes are sorted into

phanfiction terms

smut: porn fic :/ 

fluff: just what it sounds like, a type of fic that usually has a lot of soft stuff like cuddling, flirting, and looooove

angst: a fic with a lot of drama, usually sad or very emotional

slow burn: a fic where a pairing, in this case phan, slowly falls in love

au: stands for ‘alternate universe’, a fic in which dan and phil are written not as youtubers but in a completely different scenario (ie. bad boy and new guy in high school, university students, space exhibition, anything u can dream up really)

anon: short for ‘anonymous’

op: short for ‘original poster’, aka who made the post

[illmakethemloveme]

GoT Preferences

Thank you for the tag @arin-arryn So so sorry for taking so long, been swamped with exams, so been waiting to catch a break. Alright lets get to it.

Do you watch the episodes when they air?

Hmm, I try to, but I usually end up watching them the next day online, that is when I’m at uni. At home, I record it, cuz everyone wants the TV.

How often do you rewatch it?

I haven’t done any marathons, and because I have such a busy schedule, whenever I’m eating, I go onto youtube and watch random scenes, depending on whichever season I’m favoring that particular day. Its just easier to get through them that way.

Do you rewatch the previous episode before the next one airs?

Nah

Do you eat anything while watching? if so, what do you eat?

Since my meal times are the only free time I have, I’m always eating when I watch it, breakie, lunch, dinner, coffee, you name it.

One character that everyone seems to like that you don’t care much for:

I love Miss Tangerine, because of how beautifully tragic her arc is, but I hate that so many are oblivious to her glaringly obvious flaws. Sansa and Dany have had similar struggles and yet people hate Sansa, simply because her quiet strength lacks the entitled, stubborn arrogance that Dany exudes, which with the right background music, comes across as “empowering “ and “ cool” . The show has emphasized time and again, political smarts and intelligence, are what enable the characters to survive, which people seem to think Dany has by default due to her dragons.

Your 3 favorite pairings:

Braime, they were actually the first people I shipped on the show. They’re both so stubborn with their ideals. But they bring out the best in each other by pushing the others limits,while simultaneously maintaining a level of respect and affection towards each other. They’re constantly reminding the other that sometimes more than adhering to a certain code, stepping out of their comfort zone is whats required to really get something done. 

Gendrya, I had always loved the bond between them, but the scene where Arya bids good bye to Gendry is what sold me on the ship. Btw if we don’t get a recreation of the Jonsa hug with them, IMMA SUE!

 And ofc Jonsa, because of how beautifully they complement each other. I think I’ve reblogged enough of material for people to know why I love them.

Favorite scene:

Ooh this is a really really tough one, I love all the actors on the show. Ok imma try and narrow it down:

1) The bath scene with Jaime and Brienne, is one of my absolute favorites. Beautiful acting between Nikolaj and Gwen. We get to see a hint of Jaime’s true inner workings.

2) I love Michelle Fairley, so I’m torn between, the scene where she prevents Lord Karstark from Killing Jaime and the one where she talks with Talisa about Jon. I think I’ll have to pick the one with Jon, cuz you can see how shes torn between her love for Ned- so hence the cold shoulder towards Jon- and her basic maternal instinct.

3) The Jonsa reunion, again one of my absolute faves, especially because there are no words exchanged in this scene. The array of emotions communicated between them just via their looks, plus the Stark theme in the background which always tugs at my heart strings, ugh its heart wrenching!!

4) The wildfire at the Sept of Baelor, I mean cmon, that scene was absolutely perfect!! First cuz Ramin’s a genius he truly is. If the tune wasn’t enough to give you an eerie feeling, the organ he incorporated into it, hammered it in. Second, the sequence of the scenes, was brilliantly done.

Consolation : 

>When Theon jumps off the ship, mainly due to Alfie’s brilliant acting. The PTSD switch that Euron triggers in Theon is so very real, its evident hes still not quite in control of himself and taking baby steps to recovery

> Any interaction between Tyrion and Cerseii

> When Sansa kills Ramsay, how she just wants to be done with him, but still stays to watch her captor undergo an excruciating death, its almost poetic.

One character you wish got more appreciation:

Other than Sansa? Catelyn. Many people hate her just because she was cold to Jon, but honestly its very understandable why she did what she did. It wasn’t right, but its understandable. Her character is the epitome of the constant battle between mind and heart. There’s a reason why Jaime and tyrion admired her.

Fanfic or Nah:

Fanfic ftw!!! I’m a sucker for angst, romance and emotions 🙈I’ve read fanfics before, but I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such talented writers before joining the Jonsa fandom. They don’t just capture the emotions and smut  but they stay true to the characters personalities and behaviors, which tbh in a flurry of excitement many seem to throw to the wind.

Favorite Quote:

Haha, I love my starks, but I realized most of my favorite quotes just happened to be from the Lannisters. 

1) "The more people you love, the weaker you are. You'll do things for them that you know you shouldn't do. You'll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. On that front a mother has no choice"- Cerseii

2) “ Any man who must say ‘I am the king’ is no true king. “ - Tywin

3)  "No need to seize the last word, Lord Baelish. I'll assume it was something clever " - Sansa

4) “ -What sort of imbecile arms an assassin with his own blade? 

- Do you want me to gag him?                                                                              

- Why, am I starting to make sense ?” - Tyrion

Do you avoid spoilers:

No, but neither do I actively look for them. 

Favorite House words:

House Martell - Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

One character you’d bring back from the dead:

Hmm, I want to say no one, but I really enjoyed watching Oberyn, so yea maybe him. 

Direwolves or dragons?

Direwolves, they’re basically giant huskies!! 

Wildlings or the dothraki?

Definitely wildlings. The dothraki are savages.

Favorite Stark?

Papa Stark. 

Would you rather be able to be resurrected anytime, but gain scars and all like Beric, or become a faceless man?

Neither. I don’t think I could handle the trauma of dying so many times, neither would I want to give up my identity.

Would you rather have the rebellion tv show or the conquest tv show?

Rebellion, I WANNA SEE HOW HANDSOME EVERYONE CLAIMED ROBERT WAS.

Passing it on to @alczysz17 @theblackwolfking @cassandradiabla @roonil-wazlib79 @thefandommama @wendynerdwrites