#yeah i have no idea which one of those three is the squid kid tag

[cheeryfairies]

local squid cringe fails in agricultural dispute

[blueskrugs]

The Best Day | Sammy Blais

(it’s a @powerblais gif! and a very smiley sammy!) 

we’re back with another fluffy fic! this one’s a tiny bit different, but I had both this song and dad!sammy on my list for a while, so when I started planning this series, they seemed perfect together. anyway, someone might need to check on erin after this. no beta from Sarah on this one...because I just finished it like five minutes ago. 

tagging:  @marcostandella @stlbluesbrat @dembenchboys @poltoncarayko @robthomissed @letmeplaytheblues @troubatrain @ayohockeycheck @blackwidowrising @zinka8 @aria253264 @antoineroussel@starswin @glassdanse @ch-ristiane @majdoline   @braydenschenn @nazdaddy​ 

length: 2.3k words. this is a kid fic, but there’s no real talk of pregnancy or birth, just some scenes from growing up.

You’d always known Sammy would make a good dad one day. He’d grown up a lot in the years you’d known him, though you’d never forget the look of pure terror and awe in his eyes when he held your little girl for the first time.

“Mon petit ange,” he called her, my little angel, whispered for the first time just for her little ears to hear. 

Sammy loved you, you knew, but he loved Lily more than anything in the world.

I hear your laughter and look up smiling at you, I run and run Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now the sky is gold

It had been Sammy’s idea to go to Eckert’s for apple and pumpkin picking, just before Halloween. You weren’t sure Lily quite understood the concept of carving pumpkins just yet, since she was only three, but Sammy had insisted “for the experience.”

You were pretty sure Sammy just wanted to go for himself, but you were hardly going to fight him on it.

So the three of you bundled up against the blustery St. Louis fall day and into the car– with only minimal fussing from Lily, because that was a thing now– on a day off in late October. It wasn’t really too cold, and it was sunny, just a hint of late summer still lingering in the air. 

Sammy was excited, singing loudly and off-key to every song that came on the radio. He’d turn to grin at you every time you groaned, big and happy, and you loved him so much. You turned up the radio.

Sammy beat you to the back of the car after he parked, sweeping Lily out of her car seat and up into his arms. She giggled excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he dashed off with her. You just laughed fondly and followed after them.

It was a little late in the season for most of the apples, but you took the tractor ride into the orchard anyway. Sammy did most of the picking, quickly filling up the little basket you’d been given, though whenever Lily tugged on his jeans, he would scoop her up and hold her up to the trees so she could grab an apple, too.

She only dropped a few of them. Well, some of them. They still went into the basket, just a little bruised now. 

Next came the pumpkin patch, which you think Sammy was more excited about. Actually, you knew Sammy was more excited about the pumpkin patch, you thought, as you watched him run ahead of you and Lily. 

“Alright, we need three pumpkins,” Sammy said when you caught up to him.

“Three?”

Sammy made a face at you. “Me, you, and Lily,” he said, slowly, like you were missing something obvious. 

“Our daughter is not carving a pumpkin by herself,” you laughed. You’d really been planning on doing one with her while Sammy did whatever he wanted to do.

“Why not?”

“You are not giving our toddler a sharp object.”

“The knives that come in those carving kits aren’t that sharp,” Sammy reasoned.

“Oh my God,” you said. You weren’t winning this argument. 

The pumpkin patch was pretty picked over, as close to Halloween as it was, but there were still enough pumpkins that Sammy could be extremely particular about it. It was all “too small,” “too big,” “too bumpy,” “too smooth,” which. What. 

“Sammy,” you warned when Sammy hefted a giant pumpkin that probably weighed more than Lily. He whined at you, but put the pumpkin down again, so you were going to count it as a win.

Eventually, you settled on three– because Sammy had, in fact, won the argument that all three of you needed your own pumpkins– pumpkins that had passed Sammy’s test, along with a full basket of fresh apples. 

“Good day?” you asked.

Sammy slung an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. Lily was running ahead of you, but she looked back every few steps to smile at you and Sammy. 

“The best,” Sammy replied. 

But I know I had the best day with you today

Game days had always been your favorite, and they’d only gotten more fun since you’d had Lily. She got caught up in all the energy of home games at Enterprise, yelling and cheering with everyone else in the arena, even under those giant baby headphones she used to wear and she didn’t really know what was going on down on the ice. 

Today was no different, Lily clad in her tiny Blais jersey,  bouncing excitedly in her carseat, the special pregame playlist Sammy had made for her playing over the car’s speakers. She was still bouncing as she stood carefully next to you on the boards during warmups. She banged happily on the glass as players skated past. Vince shot you a grin as he went by before Sammy came crashing into him. 

“Daddy!” Lily yelled. 

Sammy smiled and waved before carefully balancing a puck on his stick and flipping it over the glass to you. Lily clutched that puck all night long. 

And I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m taking this chance to say

There was no greater place in St. Louis than Forest Park on a warm spring day. It was late in the season, and the Blues had a rare day completely off. You were all itching to get out of the house, so the Zoo it was. 

Well, after Sammy spent a few minutes complaining about the parking lot, that is. 

“Okay, where to first?” Sammy asked, clapping his hands together as you walked into the atrium. Lily was busy pointing up at the giant squid and sharks hanging from the ceiling. 

“Train!” she called.

You raised your eyebrows at Sammy. “Train it is, then.”

“Then the carousel?” Sammy asked, turning those big eyes Lily had gotten on you. They both knew you were powerless against them.

“Yes, oh my God, you’re as much of a child as our daughter sometimes,” you said. 

“Yeah, but you love me,” he said. “We can go see the seals and the penguins after, I promise,” he added, because he knew they were your favorites. 

You held Lily while Sammy bought tickets for the train, but she sat on Sammy’s lap in the cramped train car. She giggled and chattered the entire way around the Zoo, often waving at other zoo-goers you passed at the crossings. After a while, she poked Sammy enough times that he was waving, too. 

“Where to next?” Sammy asked as the three of you clambered off the train at the end of the line, but it was token, because he was already scooping up Lily again and heading towards the carousel. 

You got double puppy-dog eyed into joining the two of them on the carousel,  which is how you ended up on the back of a polar bear next to your daughter, who was astride a giraffe, with Sammy hovering behind her. His hand was on the back of the giraffe, as if he was worried Lily would fall. You took a picture of them like that, twin grins on their faces. 

After the carousel came the polar bears and the penguins– Lily laughed in delight when she got splashed by one of the penguins, though she wrinkled her nose at the smell– then towards the sea lions and seals. You tagged Sammy back towards you by his hood as you emerged back into the humid air. 

“This was a good idea,” you said. 

“Yeah?” Sammy said, but he was beaming at you. He pulled you close for a quick kiss, and you both laughed when Lily made a face at the two of you.

I come home crying, and you hold me tight and grab the keys And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away

Growing up was hard. Middle school was even harder. You’d been there before, but it didn’t mean your heart broke any less when Lily came home from school one day and burst into tears when you asked her how her day had been.

You and Sammy shared a look over the kitchen island as she made her way to her bedroom.

“I’ll handle this,” Sammy said, snagging a bag of cookies out of the pantry and following Lily upstairs.

You couldn’t make out much of their conversation from where you were, not that you didn’t try. Sammy had left Lily’s bedroom door open behind him, but you had never quite mastered French, much less French that’s coming to you through tears and down a flight of stairs. 

Sammy came downstairs ten minutes later and winked at you as he put what was left of the cookies away, Lily trailing after him, calmer now. He mouthed, “I’ll tell you later,” at you over her head as you hugged her, except it was forgotten in the rush to get ready for that night’s game. (Not living with Vince anymore did not make Sammy any more punctual.)

It wasn’t until Saturday, when both Lily and Sammy were up bright and early on their day off, that you even remembered he’d never told you. 

“Where are you two off to?” you asked as you watched Sammy hunt for his keys. 

“An adventure!” Lily said.

“Oh boy,” you replied, but Sammy just shot you a grin and shoved a hat on his head.

An “adventure” turned out to be a breakfast date, then a hike out at Castlewood State Park, ending with a drive out to Kimmswick for an apple pie from Blue Owl, which you fully intended to eat at least half of yourself. 

“Good job,” you murmured to Sammy as you listened to Lily talk about their day after dinner.

“She failed a test and got in a fight with her best friend,” Sammy whispered back.

“Remember when those were the biggest things we had to worry about?”

Sammy just laughed softly, pressed a kiss to your temple, and went to get the pie for dessert. 

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

You were never more thankful that Lily had chosen not to play hockey than when you had to watch Sammy get injured. It was hard enough to watch the man you loved go down; you weren’t sure you could ever handle your baby girl getting injured.

The Blues were on the road when it happened. You didn’t even see it happen, just a late hit from a Minnesota player behind the play, but then Panger was pointing out that Sammy was still down on the ice, and the play was being blown dead. 

“Shit,” you said.

“Language,” Lily said absently, her eyes glued to the TV screen. 

“He’ll be fine,” you assured her, assured yourself.

Sammy was already sitting up on the ice, talking to the trainer, but you didn’t let out the breath you were holding until he was up and skating off the ice on his own. He didn’t return to the game, but he did text you that he was okay sometime before the end of the third. So there was that. 

They were flying home right after the game, and you and Lily were both asleep on the couch when Sammy came through the door around 2 AM. Lilly stirred when Sammy hit his bag against the doorway and cursed at it. His left arm was in a sling.

“Dad!”

“Why aren’t you in bed? You have school tomorrow,” Sammy said as Lily stretched and bounded over to carefully hug him. 

“Oh my God, Dad, I’m 16,” Lily said from under Sammy’s uninjured arm.

“He has a point, though,” you said. You hadn’t been able to say no when Lily had asked if she could stay up with you until Sammy came home, but he was home now. So: “Good night, love you,” you told her. 

Lily sighed and rolled her eyes, but went upstairs without complaint. You grabbed Sammy’s bag from where he’d dropped it and followed him upstairs yourself.

“How bad is it?” you asked once the bedroom door was closed behind you.

Sammy smiled tiredly at you. “Just dislocated. They’ll do some tests tomorrow to make sure there’s no damage, but they think it’ll be fine.”

“She worries about you, you know,” you said. You did, too, obviously, but Lily watched Sammy’s every move on the ice extra closely as she got older. Sammy wasn’t as young as he used to be, and you worried that his next injury would be his last every day. 

Sammy sighed. “I know.”

“She gets her stubbornness from you,” you said pointedly when Sammy winced trying to take off his shirt.

Sammy laughed quietly. “I know.”

And I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine

Sammy was crying, and you were laughing at him.

It was Lily’s graduation day, and he’d been emotional about it all day. He’d barely made it through pictures that morning, but he’d been fine at the start of the ceremony, though you had a feeling that was going to change once they started calling names. 

“Keep it together, babe,” you teased, but you passed him a tissue from your purse.

“Shut up,” he hissed. “That’s our little girl!”

Your little girl wasn’t so little anymore, and she was walking across the stage to collect her diploma, confident and beautiful in her cap, gown and high heels. She’d grown up so much, but she would always be Sammy’s mini-me. Same brown hair, same eyes that could never quite decide if they were blue or green. Soft spoken but stubborn as hell.

“I’m so proud of you,” Sammy would whisper to her later, and you’d both hug her a little tighter.

[cannibal-wings]

Ten (Writing) Questions

I was tagged by @karnacasraven

1. What time of the day are you most productive at writing?

I write the most between 9PM and 3AM. Typically later in the day because I’ve had a chance to do other things that my brain might nag me about. I usually make a mug of cocoa (doesn’t matter the outside temp) and write before bed.

2. How many WIP’s are currently in progress? And if more than one which one is your favorite?

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Let me go check. I have ELEVEN active WIPS meaning one’s I’m currently working on, I rotate depending which AU I’m in the mood for. Three of those are currently updating on Ao3 Survivors, Wings Over Dunwall, and Dark Craving. One is my novel. The rest are either one-shots or long form fics that I don’t want to post until they are done to minimize the amount of WIP I have on my Ao3. My favorite? God, Survivors probably, I’ve been working on it since 2014. Of my newer projects I’m having a blast with my Prey fic and Wings Over Dunwall.

3. What’s your favorite OC couple?

From my own novel, Miles and Wayde. I’ll never not love them with power of a thousand burning suns. Miles and R is really good too, but they’re not romantic, just host and parasite.

My other fave couple has to be my OC Nate with my friend @thepunchlineislesbian​‘s OC Edward. Ed and Nate are so fucking cute together in every single AU we’ve ever done. From monsters to mythical creatures to fucking warrior cats they are the cutest fight me.

4. What’s the least favorite book you have ever read?

In school I was never fond of The Great Gatsby. I never took to stories where cheating on a loved one was the central theme. Never liked how much my class loved the story.

As far as non school related books go... I’ve been reading a lot lately, (bless half price books) and so far I’ve picked up a LOT of good titles. But there was one stinker in recent memory a book called No Safety in Numbers by Dayna Lorentz. Wow was that book a dud. It was just awful all the way through. Great idea terrible everything else. Someday I’ll start writing book reviews and this one will get no mercy.

5. If you could live in a world from a book, which one?

100% I would leave my life right now to go live in the world of the Raksura from The Books of the Raksura series by Martha Wells. No joke, see ya Earth I’m going to be a Raksurian Warrior thank you very much. Sterile, have wings, can shapeshift, shiny scales and sharp spines, beautiful culture AND I get disemboweling claws? Sign me up. Beyond that there’s no humans, beautiful towns with unique culture, wonderful landscapes, interesting and deadly wildlife, it just sounds like a blast to explore from the sky on wings or an airship. Sure there’s always the threat of being eaten alive by the Fell, but hey, nothing’s perfect.

6. Did someone inspire you to write?

Yeah some fucking bullies when I was child. haha. No really, that’s how it happened. I got picked on a lot as a kid, so I stayed inside and read a lot of books and wrote a lot of stories. I had notebooks filled with dumb story ideas and I never stopped. Sure as I got older I got some style inspiration, Rob Thurman comes to mind, but mostly it was me who inspired me. I had stories I wanted to tell and no one else would tell them but me. So I did.

7. How often do you write?

I try for daily. At least one paragraph a day, or one line of dialogue. I do a personal NaNoWriMo in June or July and actual NaNoWriMo in November. Mostly I’ve found that if I work slowly bit by bit I can blow past writer’s block. Doesn’t mean shit gets done fast, but at least it’s getting done. I also use the “Don’t Break the Chain” method of motivation. Where I’ll set a goal for what has to be done a day, then every day I complete the goal I get to make a little X or a star on the day in a calendar. The idea being that after a few days I won’t want to break the continuous chain of stars or X’s. Some people make literal paper chains too.

8. Did someone you know inspire a certain OC?

Nope. I try not base any of my OC’s on people I know because I find it too weird. I can’t even write self insert stuff without getting paranoid. Once I tried to do a fic for a Homestuck Session between my friends and I backed out because it was too weird to be writing about people I knew as if they weren’t real.

9. What’s your favorite setting to write about?

I’m a huge sucker for either Urban Fantasy or Sci Fi with a dash of post apocalyptia. Survivors (novel version) is Sci Fi, but my novel about bird people co-existing with squid people is fantasy. Someday I’ll pen a proper urban fantasy as well. 

10. Do you have a certain song or playlist that you listen to while writing?

Yes I have several. Depending on my mood. I’ll put on a Fallout 4 Diamond City Radio mix, a 24 hour electro-swing station, or soundtracks from games. Recently I’ve been playing the soundtracks from Dishonored 2 and Prey. The Bloodborne soundtrack gets played frequently too. I have to have songs that either don’t have lyrics, or have lyrics I’ve heard so many times I can write without having the urge to sing along. But I can’t write without music on, something has to be playing in the background or it just won’t work. In high school I used to write to J/K-pop, Vocaloid, or Homestuck albums.

[aro-aizawa]

heckie ye another tag thing i love these. got tagged by @highabovethecloudssomewhere so lets get into it!!

1. Name: Danni

2. Nicknames: uhhh i don’t actually have any i don’t think?? i mean my username i guess. i used to a have a bunch that related to my birth name, and a few of my high school friends called me by my last name too but both of those are irrelevant since i changed my name so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. Height: idk man. when i was about 12 i thought i was 5′7″ because i measured myself badly so i was probably 5′3″ and i kept saying i was that even though i was wrong all the time lmao. but the last time that i measured myself at 18 i was 5′7″ so weirdly enough i stopped growing at that. some sort of weird “i predicted my future height” bs there. so i guess i say that i’m that even though it’s been nearly three years and i have no idea if im taller now or not. shrugs.

4. Orientation: asexual/panromantic. i used to think i was bi when i was 15 but uhhhh yeah lmao i figured out a while ago im pan. 

5. Nationality: british or specifically english. my country is shit but at least there’s free healthcare i guess

6. Favourite fruit: mangoes. i would stab a dude to get my hands on some real nice chopped mangoes that are perfectly ripe. they’re expensive and i can’t cut them to save my life, but whenever i can pick up some pre-cut ones i usually do. but if we’re talking fruit flavoured stuff its cherry (which is my second favourite fruit).

7. Favourite season: autumn/winter. i love nearly everything about those two seasons. from the holidays to the weather. i love bundling up indoors with the heating on and just relaxing in the warm environment. i love walking outside when the leaves are falling and just kicking up the unraked dead leaves on the pavement. i love the heavy rain and the constant overcast skies. i also love the fact that the uk now has its snow in spring so lmao that’s a thing.

8. Favourite plant: i wanna say something like the a rose bush (because of my name) or a cherry tree (because of fond childhood memories) but honestly it’s probably jade vine (i just scrolled through five solid months of private messages on tumblr to find one conversation i had where i mentioned it rip) bc its pretty and rare

9. Favourite scent: i adore sweet fruity smells. like a sweet cherry or apple. roses or strawberries, all that good stuff. though at the moment i really really love this cucumber and peppermint spray i bought from primark. it smells really relaxing and refreshing.

10. Favourite colour: a golden yellow. 

11. Favourite animal: i don’t think it’s accurate to say i have one since this changes often. i love sloths, bats, dogs, octopus and squids. they’re all awesome. rn though i think bats are my favourite. mostly because i just looked back through my bats tag on my blog lmao

12. Tea, coffee or hot chocolate: none! i’m not really a hot drinks fan, but if i had to pick one it’d be hot chocolate since i don’t like the taste of either tea or coffee. but it has to be hot chocolate made with warm milk and a ton of sugar added. if you use hot water instead of milk, i will not drink it bc it’ll taste gross.

13. Average hours of sleep: five or six honestly but the days that i get eight or nine are amazing

14. Dogs or cats: always gonna be dogs. i love cats on an aesthetic and thematic level but i have severe allergies (wheezing on the floor from just one touch level bad) and cats dont really like me much. plus most dogs are always happy to see you, are great to pet and interact with, i’m not allergic to a single one, and they’re so stupid but intelligent at the same time. the only thing i dont like about them is when they’re small breeds (chihuahuas and pugs make me especially uncomfortable) and when they bark bc loud noises scare me

15. Favourite fictional character: don’t make me do this bc i love so many characters for so many reasons. i guess i’ll just say that my favourite characterS are spiderman, izuku midoriya, danny phantom, kim possible, toph beifong and usagi tsukino.

16. Dream Trip: three weeks in orlando florida during late summer with my friends. we go to every theme park and stay in a disney hotel for some of it, we check out the restaurants on the strip, chill by the hotel pool for a day or two, and go play mini golf every other night. (basically one of my favourite holidays with my friends replacing my family)

17. When was your blog created: 27th of march 2013. wow. five years on this hellsite. huh.

18. Number of followers: 372! 

19. Random fact: a lot of my favourite childhood characters have shaped my life significantly over the years. like for example, as a kid i always liked the name danny (and all variations of it) because of danny phantom and when i chose my own name i chose Danni. another example is that when i was a kid i had exclusively middle parting and full fringe for the first 11-12 years of my life, but i styled my hair like kim possible’s once (but messing up because she has a right parting and i have a left oops) and now it’s my default style. i’ve tried going back once or twice but i just can’t keep it at all because it doesn’t feel natural lmao

20. Introvert, extrovert or ambivert: introvert. god introvert all the way. i’ve never ever been extroverted and the only close thing is when me and my friends are alone in a room i can be really confident, but other than that i don’t have an extroverted bone in my body. 

[callunavulgari]

SCRAPBOOK 2017 - TAKE TWO

Scrapbook for the second half of 2017, because tumblr doesn’t like it when you have a million links on one post.

Italicized titles = enjoyed muchly, bold titles = love, titles with an asterisk* = OBSESSION and titles in (brackets) are re-watches/re-reads. And lastly, strikethough = DISLIKE.

Goals are: read thirty-five new books this year (yikes, way behind), finish four video games (definitely on track here), finish writing and publish the Sabriel AU (eh heh), and write something original (does coming up with the idea count?). 

MOVIES

June

Wonder Woman

(Doctor Strange)

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Bronson

Chocolat

Tristan and Isolde

(Moana)

Power Rangers

July

Spiderman: Homecoming

Mona Lisa Smile

Baby Driver

(Logan)

Ouija: Origins of Evil

(Star Wars: Rogue One)

Passengers

Atomic Blonde

King and I

Stranded

August

The Sixth Sense

(Armageddon)

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

9

(The Princess Diaries)

(X-Men: Apocalypse)

Legend

(Silent Hill)

BOOKS

June:

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer

July:

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer 

The Secret History | Donna Tarte

A Wrinkle In Time | Madeline L’Engle [Fin]

The Archived | Victoria Schwab [Fin]

Scythe | Neal Shusterman  [Fin]

Shadow and Bone | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

August

Siege and Storm | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

Less | Andrew Sean Greer

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer

A Wind In The Door |  Madeline L’Engle [Fin]

PODCASTS

June:

The Bright Sessions Eps 31-32

Alice Isn’t Dead Eps 3-4

Welcome to Night Vale 1-3

July:

Alice Isn’t Dead Eps 4-5

EOS 10 Eps 1-3

August

N/A

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

June:

Grace and Frankie

American Gods

(Stranger Things)

How to Get Away With Murder s2

Black Sails s2

July:

Black Sails s2

Grace and Frankie

Stargate SG-1 s2, s3

Doctor Who s8

The Strain

Boku no Hero Academia 

August

Westworld

Voltron s3

Game of Thrones s7

The Strain

Yamishibai

Jerry Springer  (Vacation w/ boyfriend’s family. Brother and friends are awful.)

VIDEO GAMES

June:

LoZ: Breath of the Wild (Definitely more than 40 hrs; Fin)

Dishonored 2 (Corvo Playthrough, 7 hrs)

Witcher 3 (15 hrs?)

July:

Witcher 3 (15 hrs?)

(Final Fantasy XV, 2 hrs)

August

(Final Fantasy XV, 2 hrs)

DELIGHTFUL FIC

June:

Running on Air by eleventy7 (HP; Drarry; 75k;  Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.)

Slithering by astolat (HP; Drarry; 27k;  Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.)

Bitter Honey, Green Night by Faith Wood (faithwood) (HP; Drarry; 14k;  An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery.)

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi (HP; Drarry; 93k;  'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.)

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (HP; Drarry; 57k; Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.)

stranger things than polyamory by trepan (Stranger Things; Jonathon/Steve/Nancy; 3.5k;  Somebody spray-paints NANCY WHEELER HAS TWO BOYFRIENDS on a wall she walks by on her way back from school in May. There are a couple of other students watching her as she passes. Nancy gives the sign a long look, then smirks at them politely.)

the heart its own rough animal by trepan (Stranger Things; Jonathon/Nancy/Steve; 21k;  “Where’s her daemon,” says one of the boys urgently. “Guys, she doesn’t have one.”)

in the bone by patho (ghostsoldier) (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 2.8k;  It all began when Corvo started kissing the Mark for luck.)

The Sea and Stars Are Yours, My Dear, But the Moon Would Not Cooperate by NeverwinterThistle (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 25k; The Outsider explores the murky seas of human courtship while Corvo watches in bemusement, and in the background Emily draws, Callista takes charge, Piero sulks, and Cecelia accidentally becomes indispensable. There's also a plague, a vase of asparagus, and about a hundred singing whales who randomly showed up in the harbour one evening.The squid is still wriggling.)

apocrypha by aerynlallaboso (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 95k+; WIP;  The Eighth year of the reign of Empress Emily Kaldwin, First of her Name, the second year without a whisper from the Outsider, is the year the Void chooses to mark the end of an era.)

a small soft death by patho (ghostsoldier) (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 2.8k; “The finest steel,” the Outsider says, “is forged with true purpose in mind. Elements that enhance the strength of the weapon are carefully chosen, and those that make the metal brittle and weak are burned away. It is an exacting process. The most beautiful dagger will be of no use at all if the steel is not properly tempered. Do you understand?”)

in·car·nate by bygoneboy (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 21k; The Void’s Chosen have loved him before.)

The Crown of the Summer Court by astolat (Merlin; Merlin/Arthur; 24k;  "The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court.")

the king of oak by saltpans (HP: FBAWTFT; Credance/Percival Graves; 38k; The first thing Percival Graves does after being released back into the world is buy a new wand.)

Hi, You Were My Husband in Another Life, Professor by littlebirdtold (Star Trek; Spirk; 48k; Um, hi. I'm Jim. Jim Kirk. You don't know me, but I know you. Well, sort of. It's a long story.)

  Bluebird by waldorph (Star Trek; Spirk; 7k; Jim whipped around so fast most of his drink ended up on Spock, who was reaching for the phaser that wasn’t there. The Enterprise crew was parting like the biblical seas before Moses, and Jim could feel the temperature dropping. “Mom,” Jim croaked.)

Misethere by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 46k; Emhyr was looking at him for once, with a strange expression. “I have misjudged you,” he said, sounding irritated actually: how dare Geralt surprise him.“I get that a lot,” Geralt said.)

Blooded Crown by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 24k; “You need not thank me,” Emhyr said. “I have an ulterior motive.”It annoyed Geralt to be surprised. He should’ve known from the start. “Yeah?” The words came out with a little bite. “Have another daughter you need me to track down?”“If I wished to hire you, I would hire you,” Emhyr said. “No: I want you to come to my bed.”)

Cursed by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 8k;  Geralt was reasonably sure this was the worst damn day of the worst damn month of his life, and it hadn’t hit bottom yet.)

July:

The War of Silver and Ash by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 15k; He hadn’t come here with a contract. He’d come here to get the faces out of his head: the bloodless dead sprawled in heaps through the streets of Beauclair, the morning after the rampage Detlaff had unleashed; the blank eyes of the boy in the orphanage tilting his head to let Orianna drink from his throat, with the lullaby she’d been singing him still hanging in the air.Wasn’t working that well so far.)

A Year In Toussaint by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 30k; Geralt had no damn idea what to do with a vineyard when Anna Henrietta gave him Corvo Bianco, but he figured it couldn’t be that bad.)

circling by xpityx (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 5k; Emhyr sighed, as if Geralt’s lack of immediate understanding was a fundamental failure of his character.)

Running Behind by Asidian (FFXV; Prompto/Noctis; WIP;  There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective.)

Toys by astolat (Lucifer; Lucifer/Chloe; 2k; “You want to fuck me!” he said gleefully.)

Emblazoning by astolat (Merlin; OT4; 19k; Morgana turned away from the high, barred window and rubbed her arms, chilled and bare. Arthur was sitting in the dirty straw at the very limit of his chains, which kept him a few inches too far away to touch Merlin's limp body. Outside they were putting up the stake.)

Redemption Merry Go-Round by astolat (Lucifer; Lucifer/Dan/Chloe; 8k;  Dan was deeply sorry for whatever he’d done in his life that had landed him in this mess, and also reasonably sure that despite all the shit he’d pulled in the last couple of years, he still didn’t deserve this.)

wild peaches by notbecauseofvictories (The Labyrinth; Sarah/Goblin King; 3k;  The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast.)

where the weeds take root by beenghosting (Supernatural; Destiel; 30k+;  “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”)

damnatio memoriae by temporalDecay (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 12k;  “May I walk the estate?” Emhyr repeated, and his nose crinkled in that familiar twitch of displeasure that Geralt had always secretly delighted in causing, despite how downright suicidal it was to invoke it on purpose. “I'm not going to run away,” he added, with a slight glare. “I'm merely bored.”)

Heart and Home by lc2l (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 97k; In an alternate Paris, werewolves occupy the majority of the ruling classes, making and adjusting policy to suit their interests. The punishments for a human attacking a werewolf can be brutal, unless they have the protection of a wolf pack.How this translates to 'claim Grantaire as your mate to get him out of prison' is something Enjolras is still trying to get his head around, but he's never been one to give up on a cause even when it's sleeping on his sofa.)

August

How the Future's Done by barricadeur (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 12k;  "Grantaire," he says slowly. "What do you have in that box?")

vocal ink by sarahyyy (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 3k; “Officially, we don’t have a leader, everyone here is equal,” Courfeyrac says, keeping his voice low as Enjolras starts his speech, “but if we did, and we don’t, it would be Enjolras.” He looks over to Marius. “Do not approach him. Let him come to you, let him be the first to initiate conversation, and for the love of God, do not mention soulmates.”)

Years Since It's Been Clear by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 10k;  Grantaire really doesn't expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire's apartment is. And he definitely doesn't expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor ...)

Tolerable (Inuyasha; Sesshomaru&Miroku; 30k; “The scent is not entirely unpleasant.”)

Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 50k; Grantaire's life has a pattern: he pays his respects to Aphrodite, he goes to work, he loves Enjolras and provokes him because he can't bring himself to do otherwise.)

The Five Year Plan by Neery (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 16k;  Enjolras loses his memory. Thankfully, nothing unexpected seems to have happened to him in the five years he can't remember. Well, except for the boyfriend. The boyfriend's kind of a surprise.)

dance this silence down (the emergency room remix) by Fahye (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 54k;  He's sitting in a car with all of his belongings in the back seat and his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, admitting to himself that a stupid, dizzy firework of a one-night-stand with a man he'd barely known is one of the only bright memories he has right now.)

World Ain't Ready by idiopathicsmile (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 185k; Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them."I need a favor," he says at last)**

  The Ghost of You by luchia (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 25k; Grantaire moves into an apartment inhabited by a poltergeist. Enjolras haunts him, and Grantaire should really win an award for most complicated relationship status ever.)

box of secrets by nightswatch (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 53k;  Grantaire leaves his doodles all over the place. Enjolras collects them without knowing who drew them.)

Yes, Sir by mikkimouse (Voltron; Sheith; 8k; "Are you all ready to get started?""Yes, sir!" twenty voices answered in unison.Shiro's stomach flipped at the words. Oh, no.The soulmark on his right wrist burned, confirmation that his soulmate was one of the twenty people who'd just uttered the phrase.)

despite what you've been told by caseyvalhalla (Yuri On Ice; Yuuri/Viktor; 14k; When Victor falls, he goes down hard.)

these things take time by sonhoedesrazao (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 63k;  He’s always wary of making assumptions; even more so when Grantaire is concerned. He knows he’s not the easiest person to deal with. People either like him or can’t stand him, and it’s easy to respond to those reactions, but Grantaire—Grantaire is hostile and mocking, Grantaire scorns his beliefs, and Grantaire stays.)

In the End We Have Each Other by samyazaz (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 50k; what startles Enjolras the most is that he manages approximately half a step through the door into the back room where they all meet before Grantaire rattles his glass down on the table in the back that he's taken for his own and drawls, "Is there something you forgot to tell us, Apollo?"That silences the room, predictably enough. Everyone breaks off their conversations and swivels to stare at him. At him, and at the baby carrier that he's got hooked over one arm.)

True Colors by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 4k;  The first thing that catches Enjolras's eye when he enters the Musain Cafe for the first time is the walls. They're a dull black that it takes him a moment to realize must be chalkboard paint, because near the tables there are words and doodles, and all over, even the erased sections are stained with faint colored marks like the walls have soulmarks.)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by tellthemstories (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 10k; Fourteen times Grantaire tried to kill Enjolras.And one time he fell in love.)

RSVP (+1) by tellthemstories (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantire; 21k;  When Enjolras is invited to Marius and Cosette’s wedding, he fully intends to ignore the ‘plus one’ on the invite. He’s busy at work and he has a lot on - he doesn’t have time for relationships. What he doesn’t expect is for Grantaire to invite himself along and then hit it off immediately with all of his friends.)

always there to remind you by estora, taywen (Dishonored; Corvo/Daud; 8k;  Later, after he had killed a number of people for coin, but before he killed so many that he lost count, Daud was glad he had no mark. No soulmate deserved to have his words marked on their skin.)

( Watercast by Fishwrites (Voltron; Lance/Keith; 96k; WIP;  Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!))

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

June:

Multifandom || Tessellate (TYS: round2)

Multifandom || Bleeding out (collab w/ KatrinDepp)

Multifandom || Is this Real?

Multifandom || Insane Like Me (TYS: round1)

Multifandom │ Warriors

July:

the beast of america | percival graves

Get You Killed || Percival Graves

Percival Graves - Hit & Run

► Graves (+Credence) | Are You Insane Like Me?

Credence Barebone/Percival Graves || And I wanna fight, But I can't contend

[FIREFLY] - She always did love to dance

[Multifandom] - Dance with me

The Last of Us || Can't Pretend

The Walking Dead || Bottom of the River

Multifandom || Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight

Doctor Who (Logan Style)

Spider-Man (Peter Parker) // Everybody Loves Me

Iron Man (Tony Stark) // Gold

In The Flesh | we're gonna die, die, die

In The Flesh || We're Alone Now

Fantastic Beasts || Step into the light

Stranger Things|| Knocking On Heaven's Door

Jonathan & Nancy|| Tighten Up

Multifandom|| Stuck.Broken.Dead.

[Multifandom] - One Word

Marvel | Human

percival graves | can't hold us

August

Hela // Castle

grantaire & enjolras - help me kill the president

Game of Thrones || Blood of My Blood (for 60k)

(GoT) House Stark | The North Remembers

(GoT) Jaime Lannister | Oathbreaker

Jonathan Byers || I'm not like everybody else

Uptown Funk || Marvel Universe

MARVEL || Can't hold us

GLITTER & GOLD || Multifandom [HNY●2017]

I'M SO SORRY | Marvel Cinematic Universe

David Haller [Legion] | Dysfunctional

(Legion) It's Better When it Feels Wrong

unless you make it real [Legion]

not today [yuri on ice]

Haikyuu!! || not today

Multifandom | Tame Your Demons (w/SnowLightxx)

Six Of Crows - Trouble

marvel || battle royale

(GoT) Jon Snow | The Targaryen Wolf

Arya Stark // See What I've Become

(GoT) Jon Snow || The Wolf With Dragon's Blood

MARVEL/DC || BORN ready 

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

June:

Johnny Hollow - Boogeyman

Sia - To Be Human feat. Labrinth

Lorde - Green Light

The National - "Don't Swallow the Cap"

The Growlers - "I'll Be Around"

The xx - I Dare You

Phantogram - Fall In Love

alt J - In Cold Blood

And I Waited All Night For You To Come, But You Never Did

Sia - The Greatest

Hopeless Fountain Kingdom - Halsey (Album)

History - Monakr

Wildcat! Wildcat! - Relentless (feat. Wynne)

Ingrid Michaelson - In the Sea

Cities in Dust Lyrics- The Everlove

Prides - Messiah

ODESZA - It's Only (feat. Zyra)

Metric - Breathing Underwater

Purity Ring - Sea Castle

Hundreds - Fighter

Labyrinth Ear - Urchin

Rasputina - Dig Ophelia

Sóley - Fight Them Soft

Soap&Skin - Boat Turns Toward The Port

CocoRosie - R.I.P. Burn Face

AURORA - Nature Boy

July:

Hamilton Soundtrack

Karen O - I Shall Rise

Miracle of Sound - Lady of Worlds 

Annie Lennox - I Put A Spell On You

Woodkid - IRON (Sara cover)

Peronal Yeezus By Chambaland (Atomic Blonde Trailer Music)

Kesha - Praying

twenty one pilots: Screen

Lemaitre - Higher

Regina Spektor-Blue Lips

Zaz - Les Passants

Katie Costello - Stranger

Arctic Monkeys - Knee Socks

Silversun Pickups - The Pit

If I Apologized - Mirrormask 

August

Les Mis - One Day More

Les Mis - Red and Black

Les Mis - Do You Hear the People Sing

Les Mis - Epilogue

Sleeping At Last - Mars

Hozier - Take Me To Church

Lynrd Skynrd - Freebird

You - Keaton Henson

Radical Face - All Is Well (It’s Only Blood)

Valerie Broussard - Trouble

Erutan - The Willow Maid

Imagine Dragons - Gold

Imagine Dragons - Thunder

Which Witch - Florence & the Machine

Paint It, Black - Ramin Djawadi

Honor For All - Dishonored

Daniel Licht - The Return

Patrick Wolf - Teignmouth 

Ballet Breakup - RvB

WRITTEN FIC

June:

it's warm, this skin i'm living in (SGA; Rodney/John; 1,170 words; When he is thirty-seven years old, John Sheppard thinks about the universe.

it's good to be in love, it really does suit you (KH; Sora/Riku/Kairi; 1,694 words; “We’ve done dangerous before.” Sora shrugs. “Getting a mortgage was dangerous, but we did it anyway.”)

a hazy shade of winter (Stranger Things; Steve/Nancy/Jonathan; 1,863 words; In November, they build a tree house.)

July:

can't deny your appetite (SGA; Rodney/John; 4,031 words; John finds out that there’s a vampire in Atlantis the day after they’ve stepped through the gate.He finds out that the vampire in question is Rodney McKay four weeks later, when they’re all hunkered down in the yawning shadow of some crumbling ruins and Rodney looks at him, his eyes eerily bright in the darkness, sees the blood on John’s face, and says, “Oh.”)

August

caught off guard by you (FFXV; Prompto/Noctis; 1,671 words;  “I just got you back,” Prompto says quietly, words muffled into the curve of Noctis’s neck.)

take me to church (Teen Wolf; Sterek; 3,129 words;  Derek scoffs. “You want to take me back to Quantico.”)

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

June:

N/A

July:

the salt water sting:  wor·ship | noun | the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity.

The Flash | Fire Fire [Vid]

August

love has no heart: A mix for those with no hearts.

i believe in you: You love him. The story still ends.

January.

February.

March.

April.

May.

June.

July.

August.

[wellhalesbells]

so.  i just found this in my drafts, partly finished, before i apparently flopped to the floor and decided, ‘i shall type no more, i am weary of this life, and i think there might be string cheese in a corner of the fridge.’  (there probably wasn’t, then i probably flopped there and thought, ‘i shall eat cheese no more, i am weary of this life, and then a dog licked my face.’  that sounds like an average day at least.)  anyway, i was tagged by @andavs eighty-fafillion years ago and i imagine she is now telling a story about not sharing some plywood with a blond dude, watching him drown and then throwing a necklace that i totally could've pawned overboard, like the selfish jerk she is.  that’s what getting older is like, right?  that’s a summation that is primarily a guess but backed by some solid titanic-based science.

Rules: Tag 20 followers that you would like to get to know better!

NAME: madeline (MAD - UH - LYNN not to be confused with MAD - UH - LINE okay?  i've never lived in an old house in paris covered in vines and i can’t walk a straight line to save my life, all right?)

NICKNAME: maddie, shmads, madsmonster, shamdsie, shamdseline, stinkypotamus, pie, squid, cal, bells, but i literally respond to anything because i have a sister who has a new nickname for me every few seconds.

STAR SIGN: pisces

GENDER: female

HEIGHT: oh.  5′, we really had to start my day with that reminder?

FAVORITE COLORS: oh all of them.  i adore all the colors, but in a way where they’re also somehow too insignificant for me to have favorites.

TIME RIGHT NOW: 4:07 pm

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: average, HA HA HA, ohhhh you do make me chuckle.  it’s all or nothing when it comes to sleep and most often it is nothing.

LAST THING I GOOGLED: the names of the powerpuff girls or, in my sophisticated-speak: ‘red powerpuff one.’  in fairness to me, i meant to write ‘girl,’ answered the phone and got distracted.  because i’m an adult.  working hard, at her job.  and the thing is i KNEW all their effing names, too, but i couldn’t remember which one was the red-haired one and i was like: it’s blossom, right?  but that didn’t sound right at all.  it still doesn’t.  i feel like she had a different name and it’s been redacted from all written record, scrubbed from the interwebs and replaced with this imposter name.  i’ve stumbled upon another conspiracy, guys, get out your staple guns and satellites.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: that depends entirely on where i’m living.  florida or dc summers and it’s one that’s easily flingable.  anywhere that gets legitimately cold and i open all the windows, drag out every blanket i own and pile it atop me like a reverse princess and the pea.  i’m the pea and oxygen is the princess.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: oh gosh.  well.  derek hale.  that’s an obvious.  that’s number one, that’s my guy, that’s my squid-fish, my asshole hummingbird, my delightful dingo.  and you know what?  i don’t want to dilute the waters.  he’s number one and also only one.

FAVORITE BOOKS: *forgets every book to ever exist in the history of mankind*  um.  well, the harry potter series.  that’s a given too, i hated reading before those books came into my life (why does the education system pick the densest, most horrible literary works in history and then read them for forty-thousand weeks so you can’t ever escape them?  stamps out any idea that reading can be a fun escape pretty much immediately), after them i was voracious.  uhhhh i’ll go with what i’ve read in the past year or so because that’s about as far as my memory stretches: the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater, the night circus by erin morgenstern, i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson and i just finished station eleven by emily st. john mandel three days ago and that was awesome!

FAVORITE BANDS: i’ll do this by: if they came in concert, would i go see them?  because that list has DWINDLED since my teenager-dom, lemme tell you, so: the killers (whom i’ve never seen before and would like to) and stars (whom i have seen before and would again in a heartbeat)

DREAM JOB: mattress tester?  in my fantasy of it, a man with a bulbous nose and gills leads me to rows upon rows of mattresses in this cavernous airplane hangar-type place, so huge i can’t even see the wall parallel, and he looks at me sternly and says, “now we don’t appreciate rush jobs, little lady (he’s kinda sexist but i’m staring at his gills so i think it’s partly defensive).  we’re going to need you to sleep, properly sleep, on every single one of these and report back.  we don’t care how long it takes, as long as it’s done right.  quality over quantity, eh, missy?”

and then i say, “eh, gill,” and we fist bump.

WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: work clothes - leggings, boots (well, no, my boots are off but i was wearing boots), jigglypuff socks, c3po underwear, a flimsy top that looks professional, an uncomfortable bra with tape on it and a hoodie jacket that looks wholly unprofessional and is designed with paint splatters and iron-on punk patches.  bossman loves it.  we have been not-making-eye-contact over it all day, despite his best attempts.  the other 99% of the time the answer would’ve been: a deadpool onesie.  and i would’ve been way happier about it.

WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: uh.  is there a way to know that?  WAIT.  i feel like tumblr sent me a ‘your blog turned five years old today’ email a couple months ago and i trashed it with the thought: wow, you’re outta this kid’s life for five years and you breeze back in with a half-assed ‘happy birthday’ and no gift.  WHERE’S MY GODDAMN ALIMONY?

CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 3,160+ (i’m gonna guesstimate it ‘cause at all times i’m hemorrhaging them with the occasional gain so it’s always like an ‘ish’ number but it was 3,164 last i looked), which is stupid as hell because i don’t do anything.  for a lump of laze that regularly looks at an untied shoelace and shakes her head with a murmured, ‘too far,’ that’s pretty goddamn exceptional.

WHAT DO YOU POST ABOUT: CAN’T PUT NO CHAINS ON ME.  i mean, yeah, um, it’s pretty much a gigantic mess of messery that is whatever catches my eye/heart.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: no.  well, yes.  but no.  i have a sense8 side blog that i shouldn’t have because i’m not a responsible blog owner and where in the hell did i get this idea that i could handle a second one?

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS “PEAK” (WHEN DID YOU GET MORE FOLLOWERS, HAVE POPULAR POSTS, ETC): uhhhhh.  my most notable peak was probably right after i finished there’s monsters at home.  i hadn’t really been posting on tumblr that long and i still didn’t really know how it worked (that streak lives on, woo!) but i knew this is where teen wolf lived so i was trying, badly but trying.  then i finished it and went up by about 1,000 followers in a month and it was all very exciting.  then, as always happens, people get bored and wander away because i am not very exciting and WHATEVER, I DON’T EVEN CARE, I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY.  I HAD MY EYES ON YOUR BEST FRIEND, HOECH, THE WHOLE TIME, SO THERE.

WHO IS YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWER: is there a way to know this???

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: getting into teen wolf was what did it.  i was eljay-based before that because that is where hp lives (or was living at the time) and then i got into teen wolf and realized i had to learn a new platform and drank heavily, cried pitifully, and read sterek fanfic and decided: no, i really have to do this because i am in love as i never have been before.  (or since.)

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: ew.  no.  HOW DO YOU LIVE LIFE WITH THAT?

TAG 20 PEOPLE: wow, we’re assuming that i know twenty people?  if you guys haven’t done this and want to, go for it and tag me as the tagger if you’d like, i’ll come plonking over and check it out!