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buckleysjareau · 4 years

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masterpost of all of my fics

!hey hey, here’s mostly everything i’ve ever written for 9-1-1 and Criminal Minds. Reblog if you like any of them, and always come back to check and see if it’s updated. It’ll always be pinned. :) Everything under the read more line!

AO3: 9-1-1

Buck Goes To Pride (buddie, getting together)

Thinking back to that cold winter afternoon when Buck broke down in her arms after the shit show that was his coming out, she never thought she'd be helping her brother get ready for Pride. He shut that part of himself away for a long time. But eleven years later, she's handing her brother a box with a pride flag in it, and he's grinning from ear to ear.

Buck goes to his first pride featuring his journey of coming out, lots of hugging, and Hen being the best.

...or you could have mine? (buddie, pre-relatioship)

There's too much going on between his agitation, people talking over each other, the way his uniform feels more scratchy than it ever has, and the bright lights. He can't sit still and he knows he's starting to annoy everyone but he can't help it no matter how much he wishes he could with his medication.

ADHD Buck

agree to disagree (buddie, getting together, friendship)

Whoever thought a night of heavy drinking between Buck, Eddie and Chimney was a good idea, were out of their minds. When sober, they were idiots but shot after shot of tequila plus the couple of beers they each had before meeting up multiplied the absolute stupidity of the three men.

Buck, Eddie, and Chimney get wasted and Athena wins a bet.

i put a spell on you (buddie, getting together)

Eddie Diaz absolutely loved Halloween. Ever since he was an excitable eight year old boy he’d been known to go all out for the holiday. Twenty-four years and a son had not changed that.

4k+ words of Eddie being happy, scaring his friends, and loving Halloween.

baby you know i just wanna leave tonight (buddie, pre-relationship)

If there was one thing that people knew about Evan Buckley, it was that he didn’t want people to know him.

People find out more about Buck then he ever wanted them to know when the Buckley’s come to town.

i woke up from a never ending dream (buddie, getting together)

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sensing the urgency, Eddie jogs the rest of the way. He doesn’t know what he’s really expecting, his mind not entirely focused, but for the second time that night, Buck surprises him.

“Buck?!”

Where Buck is going through it and Eddie has anxiety but they help each other through it. Featuring pet names and lovesick Eddie.

you feel like the sun on my face (buddie, established relationship)

Buck has a way of doing things and saying things that even in Eddie’s worst moods, he still can’t fight his smile.

Eddie's view on Buck's Wikipedia spirals and the beginning of the brilliant idea it inspires.

Part 1 of 3 in the ‘cause of i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place series

you feel like the perfect escape now (buddie, established relationship)

"In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness."

Eddie planning his proposal with the help of Hen and Karen. Featuring good ol' Buck and Chimney banter, soft and in love boyfriends, and tooth rotting fluff.

Part 2 of 3 in the ‘cause i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place series

everything is blue (may + buck friendship, buddie, getting together)

When Evan Buckley is ten, he discovers nail polish.

In which Buck paints his nails, Eddie is flustered, and May is a matchmaker.

it weighs on me (buddie, established relationship)

The bad weather is gone, except it’s not.

In which Buck has a bad day and Eddie holds him through it.

101.9 (buddie, getting together)

Evan Buckley did not get sick.

Based on a tumblr prompt where Buck’s fever won’t fuck off so Eddie makes him take a cold bath.

when i’m walking in my sleep (buddie, getting together)

He finds that maybe he’s a little in over his head when Buck greets him with a loopy smile. He’s just a tiny bit in love with Evan Buckley, and having dealt with post-surgery Buck before, Eddie is sure his heart might burst with every zany grin and stage-whispered expression of appreciation.

Eddie takes care of a loopy Buck after he gets his screws removed, and truths come out.

you’re in my heart (buddie, established relationship)

"I will not be broken... I will not be... fine, fine, you win! Stop with the face."

Eddie sings Buck to sleep after he finds out Eddie can sing.

we’ll be fine, you and i (buddie, established relationship)

He couldn’t believe his luck. He never imagined he’d be able to have this and now, he’s here. He has everything he could ask for and more in his boyfriend’s arms. Stability, happiness, love.

dizzy hurricane (buddie, pre-relationship)

“I’m a medic,” Buck mocks. “You’re a medic, but you can’t take care of yourself, apparently!”

Eddie refuses to admit he’s sick and finds his medic expertise is unreliable when it comes to himself.

tongue forgot the words and feet forgot the earth, it’s true (buddie, established relationship)

Eddie feels like he’s drowning in insurance payments, tuition raises, overbearing parents and anxiety. Things had definitely been worse on him when he didn’t have a whole new support system on his side but things just kept piling on, one after another, it was impossible for him not to feel suffocated. Every muscle in his body was sore from being completely tensed all of the time, the lack of sleep was getting to him, he’s in a foul mood to everyone that loves him. He just wants a break, needs a break.

Eddie finally gets a second to breathe.

you are my glitter and my gloom, i am so numb without you (buddie, getting together)

But right now, with Eddie by his side, he doesn’t worry. For the first time in almost a year, he doesn’t have to worry.

Buck has a flashback, or six, after the landslide. Eddie is there to bring him back, like always.

double vision wrapped in last night’s party clothes (buck centric, pre-relationship buddie)

"I have always been honest with you." When Eddie's voice cracks, Buck's composure almost cracks with it. "Why can't you just be honest with me?"

When Buck is let in on a long kept family secret, he doesn't know what to do. He almost ruins things with the one person that keeps him from feeling like he's floating away with no way to land, but it ultimately turns out okay with help of a little communication.

safe, better keep that thought to yourself (madney)

But days after, he still can’t stop hearing it in his head, over and over.

I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie.

with friends like ours anywhere is home (buck & tk, background buddie)

[@evanbuckley: you have two new follow requests.] @marjanmarwani would like to follow you. @tkstrand would like to follow you.

@tkstrand liked your photo. @tkstrand liked your photo. @tkstrand liked your video.

@tkstrand So, I see you have a boyfriend, too. I’m sorry for assuming haha

Wait, what?

Buck and TK’s long distance friendship featuring love advice, horrible nicknames and background Buddie.

wish i could keep you in amber, safe from the outside (buddie)

Neither of them say anything as Eddie takes shelter in Buck’s arms, face tucked in the crook of his neck, sheltered from all the bad that’s happened. A safe place.

He can only hope that he’s Buck’s safe place, too.

In which Eddie and Buck are struggling after the shooting and they finally have a much needed talk.

AO3: Criminal Minds

you light my fire (jemily, AU)

Emily's face stays complacent as JJ reaches out her hand to shake, only dropping the smug act and smiling genuinely when she reaches for JJ's hand. "Welcome to the team, Pennsylvania Petite."

Jemily Firefighter AU

Tumblr: 9-1-1

“i saw this and i thought of you immediately.” (buddie)

keep you warm (henren)

wheels up, buck (9-1-1, criminal minds crossover)

stand, you’re gonna run again (buck centric, buck & bobby)

bows and ribbons and glitter (buck & chimney, madney)

“i believe that would be murder” (buddie, pre-relationship)

mac-and-cheesy (buddie, established relationship)

his saving grace (buddie, pre-relationship, buck centric)

what i love about the south (pre-relationship buddie)

unconditional, unadulterated (buddie, getting together)

home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling (buck & athena)

he’s special, they’re special (madney, meet-cute)

Tumblr: Criminal Minds

rough nights end in hot chocolate (garvez)

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1. What kind of textures do you enjoy most in your food? Crunchy, crispy, soft, hard, grainy, slimy, etc? I love chewing on any meal that involves rice. Born and raised with it, can’t feel full without it. I’ll give a special mention to slimy too, because I love seafood.

2. Do you keep up any seasonal decorations outside of their season? No. My mom removes our Christmas decor by late January, which is when Christmas season ends here. We don’t decorate for other holidays.

3. Can you remember the most awkward situation you've ever been in? What happened? Ugh god. Any time I’m left alone with Gab’s dad is bound to be awkward because he’s very quiet and stoic and I tend to be a vibrant, cheery people-pleaser and nothing I do will muster more than two words out of him...but our most awkward moment has to be when I was at their place and he had to leave to run some errands. I stood up and walked over to give him a hug, but for some reason the floor was slippery and I started to do the world’s clumsiest and longest stumble. As an instinct, I held on to his arm and shirt so that I wouldn’t fall flat on my face. It was terrible and nothing I could’ve done or said would’ve saved that situation. EUGH I’m wincing right now lmao

4. Can you remember the most scary situation you've ever been in? What happened? [trigger warning] Would have to be the time when my grandfather got too drunk off his ass that he physically assaulted one of my cousins, then a toddler. My aunt (cousin’s mom) is a little on the delicate and petite side and couldn’t do anything to confront my grandpa, who went on his rage for like 10, 15 minutes. Certainly felt like forever. Nothing has traumatized me more and that’s saying a lot, considering it’s been 13 years and I’ve been through tons of shitty situations.

5. Do you do anything unusual to help you concentrate? It’s not very weird but I did install an extension on my browser that would let me list certain sites (usually social media) I’d want blocked whenever I have work. I suppose not everyone has that kind of program so it kinda counts as unusual.

6. Do you ever wonder what your parents were like as children/teenagers? With my dad, yes. My mom tells me enough stories. I know her family hit a rough patch when she was a teenager and they had to sell a bunch of their stuff, including a grand piano. She went from living a comfortable life to having to skip meals in college because she only had enough money for her daily commute.

7. Do you think suicide is ever "okay?" Groan, this is so triggering. I’m not elaborating on this, soz.

8. Would you rather a close family member/close friend/significant other die of suicide or murder? Why is this? “>> I think having to deal with a murder investigation would be terribly messy and intrusive, and would add more trauma on top of what I’m already dealing with.” < All of this. You don’t always get closure with murders, too. And I would hate that.

9. In your opinion, what is the worst thing someone could ever do? Raping an infant is definitely up there for me.

10. In your opinion, what is the best thing someone could ever do? Be a positive change or impact in someone’s life. Idk, I’m easy to please.

11. Do you think about any fellow xangans outside of xanga? I’ll change the context of this question to Tumblr so I can answer it. And yes I do, sometimes. Not in a creepy way or anything; it usually happens when I encounter something in real life that I know another survey-taker likes.

12. What military installation is the closest to you? Fort Bonifacio.

13. Do you still open your windows during winter? We don’t get winter but yeah, December is the best time to leave the windows open throughout the night. It’s also a great time to be able to save on electricity haha

14. How cold is too cold? How hot is too hot? I’ve lived in a tropical country all my life so I’m a big-ass wimp when it comes to the cold, even though I love it more. I start shivering at around 23ºC. Too hot is anything reaching the 40s.

15. Would you rather lose both legs or both arms? Why? Legs. I use my hands a lot more, so it would be slightly more difficult if I suddenly had to move about without them.

16. If you committed a crime that landed you in prison for the rest of your life, but were given the option to receive the death sentence instead, which would you choose? Why? Death. I get to have the infamous ~last meal~. Lol in all seriousness though, I’d pick it because it would be a quick release for me, I guess. It’s a big reason why I’m not a fan of death penalty...it’s too easy an escape for criminals who deserve a lot worse.

17. Is there any specific album you can listen to in its entirety and enjoy every single song? After Laughter - Paramore

18. Would you rather be a famous movie star, television star, or musician? I don’t have talents that would make me succeed in any of these fields...I guess it’d be fun to be a movie star though.

19. If you are not religious, have you ever eaten dinner with a group of people that were and said grace before eating? How was this for you? If you are religious and say grace before dinner, have you ever eaten dinner with a group of people that weren't and didn't say grace before eating? How was this for you? Yes. I’m from a Catholic family, so we pray before every meal. I do a sign of the cross but barely, just so my mom sees I move my hands when we start the prayer; but I haven’t recited grace since I told myself I was going to be atheist.

20. Do you think an evil Santa or an evil Easter Bunny would make a better villain in a horror movie? I’d go with Evil Santa mostly because I have no attachment to the Easter Bunny whatsoever, and because it’d be hilarious to see a man with reindeer be mean.

21. Did you ever think any fictional story-book character was creepy as a child? Do you still think any of them are creepy? Yes. That girl who wears a ribbon around her neck still gives me the fucking creeps.

22. Would you rather wear nothing but white or nothing but black? Is there any color you'd actually want to wear head-to-toe? Black. I’ve done that many times, so it wouldn’t feel weird.

23. What physical/mental health problems run in your family? Do you have any of the same problems? I’m almost certain there are underlying issues on my mom’s side but seeing as none of us have ever gotten ourselves checked (and most of them don’t believe in mental health problems anyway) I doubt I’ll ever find out what exactly’s wrong.

24. What is your mental and physical health like right now? They are both doing surprisingly well considering how long I’ve had to stay home and how much everything has turned upside down. I’ve only had two bad breakdown in four months and I’ve since recovered from that nasty fever I got, so I can’t complain.

25. If you found a suitcase (with no information about the owner) with a million dollars inside of it , would you turn it into the police or keep it? Be honest. ;] “>> See, a million dollars is an exorbitant sum. There is no way I could just casually make off with a missing million and not suffer repercussions. It's just too much goddamn money, and in this particular scenario, it's highly likely that it's a trap of some sort (whether set for me, or set for someone else and my dumb ass just happened to stumble across it). I'm not dumb enough to try it.

Neither would I necessarily want to turn it in, because that might cause me to get involved in something I didn't want or need to be involved in. The most logical course of action for me would be to leave it the fuck alone.” < Yeup.

26. Would you rather gaze at the stars or clouds? Stars. The fact that they’re so much farther away makes them more fascinating to me.

27. Are they any foods you used to enjoy but no longer like? Are there any foods you used to dislike but now enjoy? There’s a certain brand of frozen sisig that I used to looooove and would have multiple servings of every time I had it. But I had it one too many times and now I can’t even stand the smell of it. On the other hand, I hated chicken curry as a kid, but I can’t get enough of it now.

28. Do you feel much older or younger than you are? Why? Neither. I just feel 22.

29. Did you get along with kids that were older or younger than you? I mostly got along with kids of the same age. I found younger kids too rowdy and being around older kids always felt intimidating.

30. Do you know any magic tricks? Nopes.

31. How much would life suck for you if you had a wheat allergy? A lot.

32. Are you able to watch gory scenes in movies? Why or why not? For sure. I always want to see how far FX artists can go; and if used correctly, gory scenes can be super integral to the movie. Midsommar is a really good example.

33. Do you constantly check the time? Does time seem to move quickly or slowly for you? Not anymore. I used to check it a lot while I was still in school. Sigh, I miss that life so much. Anyway, time definitely felt slower during the first few weeks of the lockdown, but now that I’m used to it days just fly by. I can hardly believe we’re nearly in the middle of July. So much of this year has been wasted. It’s miserable.

34. Would you rather live in a nice house in a bad location, or a less-than-nice house in a great location? I’m taking the great location. I don’t know if I can last living in a shady area, no matter how beautiful my house is.

35. Have you ever been a witness to a horrible crime? What happened? Domestic violence is the worst thing I can think of. I enumerated one of them in one of the earlier questions, but I witnessed several other cases as a kid.

#survey #surveys

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idonthaveanydamnidea · 5 years

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second part of assa and maxence's interview phew

J : What do you think about it Maxence? No but basically, what we can see in s3 is that Eliott has several ways to flirt. At the start he has one a bit more delicate, I'd call that "allusive flirting". That is to say that he's making a lot of little innuendos, he's throwing hints like that, i'm especially thinking about...

Max : "Not necessarily a girl"? (bitch is this allusive for you???)

J : Yeah, that scene! Where he walks with Lucas

Max : At that point he attacks

A : I admit!

J : Yeah but actually, he attacks but at the same time is that really clear? because frankly, me, you tell me something like this... Maybe I would tell myself "I'm imagining things", isn't it a bit too cryptic? (okay i'm waiting can someone please start being eliott-cryptic with me)

Mar : You're replacing his hair also [here's there's a confusion cause what she says ("tu lui redresses l'épi") sounds like "tu lui redresses les pieds" = you're straightening his feet]

Max : I'm straightening his feet??

Mar : You're replacing his hair

Max : Oh his hair!

A : Oh yeah, yeah right!!

Max : But this is to know how to draw him, it's not a flirting technique, you see...

O : He wants to draw him to flirt with him

J : No but there's that and there's all the piano scene (my dudes if that's being allusive to you how the fuck do you usually flirt)... He's super intense in fact, Eliott.

A : Even in the look in his eyes. You have a look in your eyes, it's crazy

O : It's intense!

A : Like you see everything in his eyes, you're telling yourself, fuck that's crazy what are you thinking about to...? We would love to get into your head, like it's.... Really.

J : So the Eliott way, a bit cryptic like that, is it working on you or not? Or do you flirt like that? Are you practicing allusive flirting?

Max : No, Eliottesque!

J : I don't even know if that exists, I may have used all along a term that doesn't exist, but...

A : It wouldn't work on me.

J : You wouldn't understand

A : Actually, even if i did understand, you need to be straight forward. You have to tell me things straight, you have to tell be things clearly, if you're not clear I won't mind you. So, yeah.

O : That's a Basile

A : totally! And you know that when I did the Serieously test I got Basile? Serieously did a test on instagram where you answer a quiz and in the end you get a character from the gang, and i got Basile.

Max : I got Yann (oh same i think)

J : Yeah you're more Basile, well Basile is a bit heavy in s3, even tho he's kinda cute, but he's still annoying

A : Yeah he's still heavy

J : At least you understand!

A : Yeah no we understand but, right, not heavy like that

Max : You're gonna start getting hit on by guys that are gonna be like...

J : True be careful, cause really some people take everything really literally.

O : Still, Basile is cute.

A : He's too cute! I like Basile, I like his character

O : Especially what he tells Daphné at some point, so cute, like at the end of s3 he tells her "I know I'm annoying, but i'm gonna do everything to get better so I deserve you". That's dope!

A : Oooh that's too cute!

J : Basile is Oumar's favorite character

O : I love him

Max : It's mine too.

O : He's great

J : So Oumar is more team Basile than team Eliott about flirting

A : Ouch

Max : Ah yeah

O : No I don't do like Basile! I like Basile. I don't do like Basile.

A : And you what do you say?

J : Umm... I'm team.... About flirt? In skam? Eliott wouldn't work with me. Actually I would always ask myself, did I understand well, I would always be scared to imagine things

A : Yeah that's it

J : So me when there's a doubt it annoys me, I prefer when there's no doubt

J : Marine wouldn't it work on you? Would it work on you?

Mar : Uh... Yeah maybe yeah. Yeah. I like little games yeah.

J : You're Eliott-like in flirting then (shout out to the dude who's listening to his boss having a casual conversation about how she likes her flirt it's... kind of surreal)

Mar : It's possible yeah.

J : It's probable.

Mar : It's possible yeah. I think.

Max : Another!

A : You didn't answer! (why does this feel like a truth or dare I'm so entertained)

Max : I'm the most naive guy on earth. In fact I never notice it when someone flirts with me. It's... Not but it's hell

A : He's doing it on purpose I think

O : "Oh yeah, that's true, you like me???"

A : "Seriously?? I didn't know"

Max : I know that talking about that....

J : "Last time I wrote you "I love you" in a letter"! "Oh I didn't understand"

Max : No, but like, in high school my friends were laughing at me so much cause every time, well when I was at parties and a girl was coming to talk to me a little and stuff, and I was like "ah that's cool !" and I was leaving. And they were telling me "but dude, it was ok" and I was like "nonsense" and actually, two weeks after I was asking her and yes it was ok. And... I didn't see it.

J : So you have to be the one to start because you don't understand anything

Max : But yeah, I'm really bad too. I'm very shy in fact, so... I can't do it. But I prefer... I like the things a bit... Where you don't really know. When everything is given, it's fun too...

J : You like being in doubt

Max : Yeah yeah, I like that

J : I don't like like it

Max : I like it. A bit of mystery, you see

J : It fits

O : We'll go join Basile

A : We'll go join Basile!

J : We'll form a small team, with Basile.

O : Ouch [no for real just look at his face it's so funny]

J : Uh, Eliott has another thing, when he brings Lucas in his little secret place, on the petite ceinture, so for those who aren't parisians, the petite ceinture is an abandoned train rail. So he takes him there.

Max : It came out as so snob when you said it. "so, for those who aren't parisians..."

O : Oh right I didn't even notice!

Max : "For those who live in "province""

O : "Hello losers"

Max : Sorry

J : That's not what I meant at all. Excuse me

Max : Excuse me

O : "Excuse me other people, excuse me the rest of France"

Max : Because I [inaudible], we're going to get destroyed. Sorry.

J : I'm not going to make it

A : Stop you're making her uneasy!

Max : Yeah clearly

J : Basically.... I'll kill you!

O : I forgot! I'm gonna get fired.

J : There's a little scene that's a bit- Okay let's focus, i'm not gonna make it

Max : You are, you are

J : There's a little scene a bit strange, where he brings him in a sort of tunnel, in a dark, and he starts turning the light off. Eliott does this, he's turning the torch on and off, he disappears, he's putting him in the dark, he comes back...

A : That's...no, I would've lost it. You don't do that to me.

Max : Me neither! Don't look at me it's not me!

A : You did it! You don't do that actually!

J : It's a bit scary actually

Max : When David told me that I was like "Seriously? Really? He's gonna do that?" I don't like that thing at all.

J : Oh yeah?

Max : Well, when i saw it on screen it was okay, because it fits the character and everything, but when he told me "yeah you're gonna do that, you're gonna disappear and you're gonna be like are you scared? are you scared?", I was a bit like "hmphff". And when we shot it, we were seeing everything. Like when I was.. how do i say it.. Well look, there's a table I can do it for you, Lucas is here, and actually the camera was at this height, and i had the torch lamp here, i was turning it off, i was like, hop ! and Lucas had to be like "??" (YEAH GO AHEAD AND WALK ON MY DREAMS JUST LIKE THAT) And it was really hard to act, cause well, we were seeing each other. So there wasn't this thing, well the final effect comes off well, but no, you don't, well you never do that to someone, it's weird.

A : Yeah

J : No but you take me in a cave and you act like a psycho, serial killer

A : I'm gonna imagine things like crazy! I'm gonna leave

J : And who says "you're scared uh???"

O : Well yeah I'm scared

Max : The sadistic guy

J : "and now you're afraid?" "well yeah I'm afraid, leave me alone". You never had moments like this kind of scary,first kisses stories? What was your worst... No ? Your worst memory? There's not any? Assa is like "complete censorship"

A : I don't see what you're talking about, I'm.... no, doesn't ring any bell.

Mar : You okay?

Max : I'm okay, and you? You good? What are you reading? What are you doing?

A : and you Oumar?

O : What are you talking about? I didn't understand. I don't understand what it means

A : Yeah same.

O : I think that's a joker.

A : Anyways, on screen the scene was great (she's trying to save the ship from drowning a+ changing topics smoothly)

Max : I love her eye makeup (???)

A : Seriously?

Max : Yeah and... Yeah. Next?

J : no but, anyways you disturbed me so much that I want to give up on you

Max : Okay, well if you want I'll take your place I'll continue the interview.

J : So no anecdotes? (lady just drop it everyone's uneasy) You're all... You've never lived anything?

A : No. Not much. What about you?

J : Me...

O : Yes, you wanna tell us!

J : No but for me it's all cute, my first kiss was in the forest, when I was 9, and actually it disgusted me because I found it dirty and I washed my mouth for three days.

Mar : Without ever stopping

J : Without ever stopping? I did stop!

Max : I'll join you I'll support you. (truth or dare I'm telling you) Mine was vaguely the same, I was in a holiday camp, to [some town name I don't understand] to do motocross in the mountains, and we did a party, i was 11 i think something like that, and, there was a girl who was like, two heads taller than me and uh, we were on a couch and she was making out with me and she had eaten mnms. And it was awful, actually it made me sick and I went to bed like I had a bellyache and everything it disgusted me too. See, I shot myself in the foot for you.

J : It's nice, thanks, thanks, thanks.

O : He was super nice. We'll let you in trouble and we're getting to season 4.

tumblr is doing shit so the following and end tomorrow!

#skam france

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alannah-corvaine · 5 years

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alannah; neverending survey

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Alannah Ailíse Caireann Corvaine Outway

NICKNAME: Little Bird (Faron only)

AGE: almost 23

BIRTHDAY: 10/16

ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander Hyur

NATIONALITY: Thanalanian

LANGUAGE/S: Common, a hodgepodge of things she's picked up from books

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married (verse dependent)

HOME TOWN / AREA: Drybone, Eastern Thanalan

CURRENT HOME: The Grey Fleet, Lower LaNoscea

PROFESSION: Professional White Mage™, Healer, Purifier

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Rich, dark brown with white streaks extending from her roots (magical scars)

EYES: Sea Green

FACE: Slightly angular, but still has baby fat

LIPS: Full, pouty, usually covered in neutral tone gloss

COMPLEXION: Sickly pale

BLEMISHES: Birthmark under her left eye, constant red splotchy patches due to allergies

SCARS: The white in her hair, a mark between her shoulderblades where she was kicked by an aldgoat as a child

TATTOOS: Flowery vines crawling up the left side of her ribcage (permanent), stabilizing arcanima symbols all over her arms (temporary, reapplied daily)

HEIGHT: 5′2″

WEIGHT: 135 ponze

BUILD: Petite

FEATURES: Extremely striking eyes, more girlish than womanly facial structure

ALLERGIES: Severe pollen and pet allergies, mildly allergic to some foods and perfumes

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Worn long, down to her hips. Either in a sidebraid, high ponytail with various small braids, or loose

USUAL FACE LOOK : Lost in thought

USUAL CLOTHING: Loose, flowing, bohemian style. Lots of white, lots of bangles, delicate necklaces and rings. Sometimes hair ornaments. Barefoot or sandals, doesn't believe in socks. While "working" she prefers trenchcoats open at the waist, shorts, and knee-high boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Failure, guns, the excited laugh her daughter makes when she's found something "interesting"

ASPIRATION/S: To be a powerful mage, fix her borked aether, and to be a better mother to her daughter than Christaine was to her

POSITIVE TRAITS: Insatiably curious, focused, dedicated, protective, kind, funny, generous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Emotionally distant, petty, wrathful, impulsive, reckless, gets lost in her own head and forgets to come back out

TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic

SOUL TYPE/S: Artisan

ANIMALS: --

VICE HABIT/S: Swearing, letting her temper get the best of her, alcohol (very rarely, because it ends badly)

FAITH: Hail Hydra Hydaelyn

GHOSTS?: ...verse dependent (lol)

AFTERLIFE?: Not so much an afterlife as much as being recycled by the Lifestream.

REINCARNATION?: Yes

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: I mean...she might be a bit of an ecoterrorist?

EDUCATION LEVEL: Self taught through an ungodly amount of reading

FAMILY.

FATHER : Aedan Corvaine

MOTHER : Christaine Harlow Corvaine (deceased)

SIBLINGS : Faron, Ean, Davon, Brennan

EXTENDED FAMILY: Nine Outway (husband), Aislinn Outway (daughter), Moira Corvaine (aunt), Fayre Harlow (maternal grandmother), Fasshon Fuqushon (step-grandfather), Veronique Corvaine (sister-in-law), Isobel Corvaine (niece), Octavia Outway (sister-in-law)

NAME MEANING/S: You know, I spent hours looking up names with fitting means for Alannah’s family members way back when, but I am absolutely too lazy to go find them again

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Technical studies on the properties and workings of aether, historical volumes, adventure and fantasy stories, and sometimes a romance novel

DEITY: Hail Hydra Hydaelyn

HOLIDAY: Starlight

MONTH: July

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: La Noscea

WEATHER: Snow

SOUND / S: The almost electric hum of magic, the sound that Nine makes when she scratches his head

SCENT / S: White musk, fresh bread baking, old books, lemongrass

TASTE / S: Wine, dandelion tea, almond cream croissants

FEEL / S: Being magically powerful, sleeping on fresh sheets, wearing her husband’s shirts, snuggling with her daughter

ANIMAL / S: Fish, since they’re the only thing that doesn’t maker her sneeze

NUMBER: 9 (lol)

COLORS: White, black, any pastel or sherbet colors

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Retaining large amounts of information. magical aptitude (even if she has to fight her unstable aether for it), large scale destruction, cooking exactly one meal, tripping on flat surfaces, the ability to braid anything

BAD AT: Wielding any kind of melee weapon, seeing without her glasses, remembering where she put her glasses, keeping up a conversation without getting lost in her thoughts, public speaking, remembering to drink her tea before it gets cold

TURN ONS: Patience, humor, calloused hands, empathy, confidence, kindness

TURN OFFS: Arrogance, cruelty, smarminess, apathy, insensitivity

HOBBIES: Researching, reading, sketching, playing the harp, traveling/seeing new places, teaching her daughter how to human, using her husband as a nap pillow

TROPES: (oh god there are so many, these are just a few) Caged Bird Metaphor, Grass is Greener, Kitsch Collection, Misery Builds Character, Now Let Me Carry You, #1 Dime, Wake-up Call, Grew a Spine, Rage Breaking Point, Big Screwed Up Family, Black Sheep

QUOTES : “my bitterness was sometimes rest and sometimes ecstacy grace or rage, always the two opposites ready to annihilate each other and to rise from the ruins of the vanquished.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : Listen, I shamelessly love YA dystopian fiction, so it would be something in that vein, where Alannah is OP as fuck running around and blowing shit up as the young heroine main focus. Also there’s all of the romance tropes (sandwiched between developmental angst, of course), because I like them, and nobody’s allowed to bitch about it.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : It would be scored by a collaboration of Two Steps From Hell, Hans Zimmer, Jeremy Soule, and Zack Hemsey, and my ears would orgasm.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : I don’t like doing the whole “my character is just me or an extension of me” thing, it just never feels right. I also can’t just look at the avatar I’m using and see nothing but pixels and just “play the game.” She has to have a personality, a backstory, a reason for what she’s doing. Also it’s a great creative outlet for me because I love coming up with stories in my head as I go. And thus Alannah was born from the soup of inspiration made up of many various characters I’ve loved over the years.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : She was supposed to be something new, a kind of character that I’ve never written before. All of my female characters end up badass, overpowered, and full of personal angst, because that’s just my thing. And yeah, Alannah’s reached that point, but the point is I tried.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : I feel like I can never get her voice right, she always just ends up sounding like me.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : The longer she’s around, the more of my traits she absorbs by osmosis. At this point she shares like 80% of my personality and traits and is completely unrecognizable from my original concept for her.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : I am a generous god.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : My favorite thing to explore, if it isn’t grossly obvious, is her different relationships with each of her siblings, probably because I have none.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Mostly music and books, sometimes games. I have so many AUs for Alannah. Actually writing things, however, is another matter entirely.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : I had it done by the end of the work day after working on it between things I had to do, but then SOMEBODY tumblr drafts had to blow it up so I had to start over from the halfway point. I am not amused.

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#LETS TRY THIS AGAIN #now that my rage has finally calmed #about alannah #character profile #long post #pls forgive me if you didnt wanna be tagged

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Time of reckoning is coming

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Jobotwana, Nigeria onyuolo ladies moro chunda go tieno, okach, maiti mar kebi whogole karang'o? The big men has even bought small drones that can carry upto 1 kg of tea to smuggle tea leaves at night using people who transfigure so the government should reduce the land under Tea and is fenced with poles measuring the telephone post that no one can throw tea bags packed in small amount 4 another someone. it should be an electric fence and the government likewise should use the very drones to monitor every income generating business and even crime in towns or check people in their houses. Like in Uruguay in firming the use the same technology. The Guard tribe crucified christ so its said during judgement after death they dint know hence they are forgiven that the invoice without it would paralyze their day to day operations, china will say it was the use soyi and let their names be blotted out the book of life BOL the love as PG, pier Gikuyou, greek is where in the bible the jesus visited it so they know the whole truth, pier Georgia, PG is pregnancyanda the loved and killed many simba in nyabondo plateau- vineyard parable to cement the truth including masai. If you love people or follow people its easy to see the kingdom of heaven, if you live near the roads as well but if you live in serene places b4 you reach ya house its likely to be in hell as much as if you take out someone teeth/lak,meno- mfalme wa yawhodi and lazarus parable to cement the truth. They use mose plant to make ceptril aids medication. ITS EASY FOR A CARMEL TO ENTER INTO THE KINGDOM THAN YOU TO ENTER- that is an email if the recovery option has been deleted and password you know not.

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Let them fence the original provinces as nations when people are seeing then thereafter people assemble and dispatch. When you say the luo should be killed they get jubiliant very happy the coasterians and Gikuyou and some whites afterwards to occupy these lands. Kikuyou kwani Central is very cold, Ng'ich ndii, hamtaki kuenda/kurudi. When you get to The TV on the Roads in one of those shops which got Tv, they quickly change the scene just like during the maraga time with election petition b4 kevin was kidnapped, then you wanna see the defendant like sonko, kinda how he behaves, the the camera changes on the kamba lady judge who are looking 4 young men with money yet the very money they got at 2goinvoice using bolt software gotten from google play. If you walk out because the scene of the judge has overstayed where you walk got young men sitting in masses called the bases, the hindu shops, motor bike shops, timber logging center, junctions i.e kondele, they became wild on you. They know your moves as they have put on camera on TV your image they have put in a kiyo\glass bottle or acquirum. It live live ll dude, funding violence, leave sonko alone but arrest Railamolodingagwambo period.

Malachi four- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Another group of students just forwarded me this, if you take four 24 volts wet cells and connects positive to negative of all the wet cells remaining with only one positive of one wet cell and one negative of one wet cell, if you take a voltmeter and test the voltage it gives you upto 100 volts which if you channel in a welding machine gives you upto 200 volts that can be used in houses but to continues the process without the battery being depleted you take a solar power controller and connect to a transformer of input 240v and output 30-12volts to it to charge all those batteries, you branch the wires eight times with 8 12 volts battery but with 24 12 votts battery you branch the said wires four times to all the batteries to continues the charging process while the battery are still in use. If you want to weld with it you connect 8, 24 volts battery or 16, 12 volts battery and you just do the same procedure i have described above. Mathew sixteen sm, smile, shrude manager, ishmael, luke 24 end signs, Pita cutting the it in luo, masikiyo, demondi possed man with christ- have mercy on us son of David. Fellow i have also been forwarded this text, buy these gadgets and make of your own. When 2goinvoice was not know you purported to collect me money which was never was, so when its there you resort to jealousy and stupidity- what do you want with me, to look down at my manwhodi in the end when i have defeated you.

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22 Corporate April Fools' Day Pranks, Ranked from Best to Lamest

Well, we survived another April Fools’ Day. And, as it always goes, most brands unveiled some kind of mild, inoffensive prank for the holiday.

Here are 23 of the more notable April Fools’ Day pranks from yesterday, which we’ve subjectively ranked from best to lamest.

1. Jagermeister went edgy with the “Jagerbong” . . . a gift box that helps you turn an old Jagermeister bottle into a bong. It includes a pipe, a lighter, eye drops, and a hackey sack.

German engineering reaches a new high… pic.twitter.com/Az0Bf6dcQu

— Jägermeister USA (@JagermeisterUSA) March 29, 2019

2. The “L.A. Times”parodied the “New York Times” rep for writing about the rest of the U.S. like it’s a mysterious, cultural wasteland, quote, “No one associates New York, a city in the eastern United States, with good restaurants. That’s beginning to change.”

No one associates New York, a city in the eastern United States, with good restaurants. That's beginning to change. https://t.co/WpPyyvqKHU

— L.A. Times Food (@latimesfood) April 1, 2019

3. This got a lot of press coverage leading up to April Fools’ Day . . . but yes, Tinder’s new “height verification” feature is fake.

4. Honda Canada announced a new “polite horn,” where instead of honking, your horn makes a passive aggressive coughing sound.

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5. McDonald’s Australia posted a picture of the McPickle . . . which is basically a Big Mac with a bunch of pickles replacing the meat. But it may backfire . . . because someone tweeted instructions on how to actually order it.

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Pickle lovers, it’s the news you’ve all been waiting for. We’re super stoked to announce the launch of our brand new McPickle Burger. It’s time to tuck into juicy, flavoursome pickles layered between melted cheese, ketchup sauce and toasted sesame seed buns. It’s sure to be a treat for all your senses. #dailynuggets #mcpickle #pickleoverload #maccas #imlovinit

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6. Popchips went edgier than expected and announced individually-wrapped chips that are, quote, “ridged for your pleasure.”

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introducing our new single serve pack – Just the Chip! now you can practice safe snacking on-the-go, anywhere, anyplace, anytime, any position. #justthechip learn more via the link in our bio!

A post shared by popchips (@popchips) on Apr 1, 2019 at 6:00am PDT

7. The U.S. Open tweeted a Photoshopped picture of a cute dog serving as a tennis ball retriever for the next tournament.

BREAKING: The US Open to add puppies to the ballperson team at the 2019 tournament for the first time. All breeds welcome. pic.twitter.com/Yu5ySEhriF

— US Open Tennis (@usopen) April 1, 2019

8. Mova Globes announced a new flat globe for flat earthers.

You asked. We answered. The #FlatEarth MOVA Globe is available now on https://t.co/4HtFIUr2qg. pic.twitter.com/MFrphk9UGA

— MOVA Globes (@movaglobes) April 1, 2019

9. T-Mobile went for irony, and announced a new line of phone booths, to let you talk in privacy even on busy streets.

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Portable Public Privacy at its finest – go anywhere with our Phone BoothE Mobile EditionE.

A post shared by T-Mobile (@tmobile) on Mar 31, 2019 at 9:16pm PDT

10. McDonald’s announced “Shake Sauce” . . . little packets of shakes to dip your fries in. The comments are all people wishing it were real . . . it’s never good when people like your fake products more than your real ones.

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Meet #ShakeSauce — a sweet new way to dip.

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11. SodaStream announced a new plan where you can add bubbles to your soda using your own bodily functions.

Houston we solved the problem! Burping in space is a thing of the past. Introducing our new collaboration with @StationCDRKelly, SodastreamME! Tag a friend you KNOW needs this :) pic.twitter.com/Cx3BIaickU

— SodaStream USA (@SodaStreamUSA) April 1, 2019

12. KFC announced chicken-flavored ice cream, infused with bits of candied chicken skin in a cornbread cone.

13. Lego announced a new “Find My Brick” app that scans a pile of Legos for the one you want. I know brands don’t want to be TOO edgy, but this is just TOO un-edgy.

The long search is finally over… 📱 #FindMyBrick pic.twitter.com/3yBIPJ2OPk

— LEGO (@LEGO_Group) April 1, 2019

14. Durex announced new fish skin condoms with a Mala hot pot flavor. Never mind, you CAN take a joke too far.

Spice things up & experience the taste of the NEW Fish Skin Condom with Mala Hot Pot flavour. Packed with handpicked…

Posted by Durex on Sunday, March 31, 2019

15. Google let you play the old school video game “Snake” on top of Google Maps. That’s not exactly a prank, it’s more of an Easter egg they’d roll out any other day of the year.

16. Hasbro played on the “millennials kill everything” cliché by announcing Mr. Potato Head has been replaced with Mr. Avocado Head. But it’s not landing great, probably because millennial-avocado jokes are just so played out.

Holy guacamole! We’ve given Mr. Potato Head the sack and we're introducing his new hipster companion, Mr Avo Head! pic.twitter.com/Y9aRITCTd7

— Hasbro (@Hasbro) April 1, 2019

17. Michelob Ultra started an online petition to create the first-ever cat park. Not sure what that has to do with super light beer, but there you go.

Dogs have dedicated parks everywhere. Cats have 0. Let’s change that. We’re petitioning on @Change to give cats & their owners the space they deserve to exercise together—the first-ever cat park! Show support by RTing and signing the petition in our bio! #ULTRACatPark. 🐈 pic.twitter.com/A0t8jl3Bgx

— Michelob ULTRA (@MichelobULTRA) March 30, 2019

18. Lockheed Martin announced a new fragrance called Vector, which smells like space.

19. Dunkin’ Donuts created a “super dough holder” . . . which is just two giant donuts around a cup of coffee.

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Introducing… The Super Dough Holder! 🍩

A post shared by Dunkin’ (@dunkin) on Apr 1, 2019 at 5:07am PDT

20. Auntie Anne’s kind of lazily announced pretzel shop yoga with a picture of a woman sitting cross-legged, holding two pretzels.

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Join us in our new hybrid pretzel shop hot yoga studios today! Nom nom namaste. Link in bio

A post shared by Auntie Anne's (@auntieannespretzels) on Apr 1, 2019 at 6:03am PDT

21. Dippin’ Dots announced a new roll-on deodorant but, unfortunately, it appears they only spent about 30 seconds on an AWFUL Photoshop job.

Smell the fun! Starts out colorful, stays on cool. pic.twitter.com/A4SlyhZAyR

— Dippin' Dots (@DippinDots) April 1, 2019

22. And finally, Starbucks announced Pupbucks, a store for dogs. The video they made for it isn’t close to as funny as they think it is . . . quote, “I have a whole grain beagle for a good boy.” Nope.

We're so excited to announce our newest concept stores: Starbucks for your best fur-iend. #Pupbucks pic.twitter.com/xgAEn0Dxss

— Starbucks Coffee (@Starbucks) April 1, 2019

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1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Fluff under a thousand words. It’s getting to the point where I’m probably evenly split between established and non-established couples. Short and sweet, that’s my wheelhouse. Of course, my ambition and my dedication to The Story means sometimes I go long but for the most part, I write ficlets.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Off the top of my head, slow burn that is paced correctly (my weakness). But really, I don’t think I have the patience for it.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Just ideas? As in stuff I haven’t written yet? Oh lord. I have a huge list of prompts I haven’t answered, stuff like that.

I don’t want to give too much away, but one idea is a ghost!lock Sherlolly, but the ghost isn’t either of them.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I know I posted this line recently for the 💬 meme but it’s still my favorite line.

Sherlock felt his heart sink to his feet and spill onto the rug.

from Oscillating

It’s one of the few times I’ve been truly poetic in my fics and it’s so visual, you know?

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ugh. You would make me pick that. :P I feel like dialogue is my strength, for the most part. But if I have to pick something, I’m going with the start of Big Apple Honeymoon (a fic I hope to finish sometime this year).

“Americans, both of them,” Sherlock Holmes declared.

Molly Holmes rolled her eyes fondly. “Sherlock, we’re in New York – most of the people here are Americans. Not exactly hard to deduce.” The newlywed Holmeses were on the first week of their two-week “sex holiday.“ Having lunch at a café had been Molly’s idea – she decided they needed to actually see the Big Apple while they were there instead of just the inside of their suite.

Her husband huffed. “Shall I go on?”

“Please do,” she said, smiling at him sweetly.

“He’s some sort of minor celebrity. Military but not always active. National Guard.” He narrowed his eyes as he continued to study the man sitting a few tables away from them. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“What doesn’t?” Molly asked as she ate her fries. Not as good as chips, but they’ll do in a pinch.

“Everything about him says he’s older than he looks. Much older than he looks.”

She shrugged. “That’s not hard – you looked a good ten, fifteen years younger than you really were for the longest time.”

Sherlock finally lowered his voice to murmur, “I’m not talking about a decade or two, I’m talking about seven. This man is a hundred years old but looks thirty.”

“Not possible,” she declared. Then a thought struck her. A “minor” celebrity in New York who’s a hundred years old but looks young? Can’t be, but who else could fit that description?

Finally turning around to look, she saw a man in jeans, trainers, a grey t-shirt, a baseball cap, and mirrored sunglasses sitting with a petite brunette woman in rectangular glasses, jeans, flats, and a man’s white dress shirt. Both of them were laughing so hard that tears came to their eyes. The man slipped his sunglasses off to wipe his eyes, unintentionally giving Molly a good look at his face.

“Oh my God, it is,” she murmured excitedly, turning back to Sherlock. “That’s Steve Rogers.”

“Should I know who that is?”

“Captain America.”

“Still nothing.”

Molly groaned quietly. “Search your Mind Palace for the Avengers.” At his continued blank look, she added, “Superheroes. They’ve saved the planet multiple times.”

“From what?”

A pleasant male voice spoke up. “Aliens, evil robots, you name it.” The two of them looked up to see Steve Rogers standing in front of them, hat and sunglasses gone. He held out his hand to Molly, smiling a bit. “Steve Rogers, but you already knew that.”

I feel like I nailed everyone’s speech patterns correctly and having Sherlock deduce Steve to his bride Molly just makes me happy, not to mention Steve overhearing. :)

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

It’s more like “fics” than “fic.” Anything with smut, any fic that’s for a ship or fandom that’s a first for me, anything with interpersonal conflict.

But if you want a specific one, Christmas Getaway has been harder to write since it got popular – I don’t want to let all my new and old readers down.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

For Sherlock, it’s ASiB, TAB, and TFP tied.

If you look at the MCU movies as “episodes,” then probably Captain America: The First Avenger and Thor. :)

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

If anyone reading this guessed The Incubus in the Hallway, *ding ding ding* you are absolutely correct. :) It’s my baby and honestly, I think it would make for a good Sherlock AU movie.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Another mean question. :P No, I can’t do it, I can’t pick just one. Three? Sherlolly, Sebolly, and ShieldShock. But no, not just one.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Peace and quiet, no real-life interruptions, I don’t get uncomfortable from sitting too long, I have enough drinks and snacks to last, and Windows & iTunes don’t need updating. Tumblr might have to be down for me to truly write without distractions, but at least it’s a good distraction. :)

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

My normal writing process is getting the first draft done then doing one major revision of the whole thing. After that, I’ll refine it one chunk at a time, then I’ll read it again a couple of times just to make sure it’s okay. At least, this is the process for chapters of multi-chap fics. One-shots get a first draft then a major revision and they’re usually ready to go.

#writing

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the-savewoy-letter-blog · 6 years

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A template for the New Year

It’s a few months off, but I’ve prepared a New Year’s Day letter template too! Here’s the download link, and the full letter is in the read-more below. Hope everyone has a great end to 2018! Love to ya’s! -Mod Fancy

Happy New Year to those at Disney!

We, the fans of Wander Over Yonder, hope you have been had a wonderful 2018. It has now been two years since the 5-year-old Craig McCracken series has ended, and the fans whose hearts have been touched by the lovely cartoon are still going strong in an effort to one day revive it for a final season.

With the beginning of 2019 underway, and the few holiday reruns of Wander Over Yonder having aired, I believe it may be time once again to write and ask, as written above, for the approval of a third and final season of W.O.Y. All the fans are aware of Craig McCracken’s green light for a new series pilot, and of course we are all looking forward to whatever he has in store for Disney next. However, we feel that this doesn’t rule out the possibility of letting his previous series get the proper ending it deserves someday in the future.

There is still evidence that a conclusion of Wander Over Yonder would prove to benefit Disney as well as its fans, given in what has been happening over the course of another year.

By now, a lot more has been accomplished in addition to what we have achieved the year before; The main petition to order the show a third season has now reached over 52,000 signatures. (https://www.change.org/p/walt-disney-encourage-disney-to-make-wander-over-yonder-season-3)

A movement similar to what we call the “Trending Twenty-Seventh-- in which fans post Wander content on the internet once a month as much as possible at once to get the topic trending-- has been made, called the “Fanmail Fifth”, in which letters and emails are sent to the offices of Disney Animation. (https://savewanderoveryonder.tumblr.com/tagged/fanmail-fifth)

A charity livestream for the Make-A-Wish foundation created by WOY fans is still in the works, and on a holiday-related note, fans of the series have had several projects involving giving small gifts, such as Secret Santa exchanges, and sending holiday cards to children in the hospital. (http://savewoygiftexchange.tumblr.com/ https://itstodaywoyexchange.tumblr.com/ http://peepsqueak.tumblr.com/tagged/savewoy-holiday-card-project)

Other ongoing projects can be found in the link below, as well as a Tumblr blog that provides links to several other sources of what is called SaveWOY. (https://savewanderoveryonder.tumblr.com/projects)

More and more video content has been made about the series. (https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD30N7h1pyZU5YV-AYBWRwyFm-sFZJgtb http://diregentleman.tumblr.com/tagged/Ponder-Over-Wander)

The cartoon’s most popular song, “I’m The Bad Guy” is now at over 10 million views. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdEo_t-iVbM&spfreload=10)

And as of the star of this year, Wander Over Yonder can be called an Emmy Award-winning series, for the well-known hit musical episode, “My Fair Hatey”, incidentally featuring the show’s most popular song as aforementioned.

Wander over Yonder continues to reach the hearts and minds of all ages, from all over the world, and I have no doubt it will continue to do so. I simply ask that you take our efforts and our feelings into consideration as to what this happy-go-lucky and brilliantly animated show’s fate will be; To be ended abruptly without a proper ending, or to finish it the way it was meant to be. I’m sure you will find if the latter path is taken, it will not have been a waste of your time, money, or enjoyment.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and once again, I hope you have a fantastic new year—hopefully after taking a vacation!

Happy New Year once more,

-A Wander Over Yonder fan

#wander over yonder #savewoy #savewoy letters #mod fancy #templates #new years related

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littlemix-styleblog · 6 years

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Requested Hawaiian Theme Inspired Outfits

PrettyLittleThing GREEN PALM PRINT BUTTON UP SHORT PYJAMA SET: £20. May not seem like a typical Hawaiian shirt, but I didn`t realise that most brands labelled `Hawaiian` As `Tropical` So I do apologise if these don`t come across as exactly as you thought. But yes we shall start with pyjamas, who doesn`t love a good PJ? Now, Believe it or not a PJ top from a set or on it`s own can actually be used for a party or during the day. I think it was back in 2014 when Leigh went through a phase of wearing PJ like clothes, So they looked like a PJ but had a different feel to them. It is inspired by Leigh and I know you wanted Perrie and Jade but I just wanted to make clear that Leigh is more of the Jamaican, tropical feel type of girl. Not that the others arent, they are not seen in this type of pattern often which made my job a little harder. Of course with this one you can wear them as PJs or for the Hawaiian party, It`s that versatile. Of course it would be weird if you turned up to a party in your PJs, you don`t want funny looks all night do you. So what I would team these up with is a pair of these denim shorts and some converse, You could accessorise it would a little floral headpiece number.

ASOS Reclaimed Vintage inspired crop shirt in hawaiian print: £35. Of course I found something inspired from Perrie though. Back in the day she used to wear these very vintage, lazy, slouchy tops if that makes sense? Maybe when you see it you will get where i`m coming from. This has all the feels of a typical Hawaiian shirt, you don`t want no dad nonsense when he turns up in his 50yr old Hawaiian t-shirt with a embarrassing print and he starts dad dancing around the pool. Again you can wear these high waisted denim shorts, A pair of converse, Or a pair of sandals

ASOS DESIGN Petite Tie Front Shirt In Washed Hawaiian: £28. Another piece inspired by Perrie but different. This is something she could of totally wore on her holiday to Greece. This is a bit more risque then the other top, but it`s still keeping the same theme. I did find it in more prints. Managed to find it in pink too, Also in a similar but different style from Boohoo. Let`s change things up so instead of wearing denim shorts why not denim high waisted jeans? In blue or white? With it tied around the midriff you would be able to keep the outfit looking young and fresh for your age, not to mention feel the cool breeze of the sea. Also I dunno if you was looking but how about a tropical print head scarf? Which seems to be a trend nowadays too, You can wear these in different ways too from this way, to this, Or this way and my personal favourite. And finally just to add that Jamaican feel, despite it being a Hawaiian post what about some gold hoops? Maybe a nose ring or a septum ring if your feeling that adventurous.

Boohoo Tall Animal Scarf Print Hanky Hem Cami: £8. Another one inspired by Leigh, although it doesn`t look very Hawaiian it was under the tropical print section at Boohoo and it gives off a different vibe. These are the sort of tops your mum wore when she partied back in her day, when she partied on the beach and met your dad.

Boohoo Petite Sarah Tropical Print Knot Front Crop Top: £10. I think this is the only inspired product from Jade. Jade was a lot harder then Perrie because Jade doesn`t really sway this way. She likes a flower or too Jade but in other ways if that makes sense? She likes minimal, dainty, cute flowers and not the bright, citrus ones, Also her style is very different to this one. But anyway found one for you. This is inspired by something she wore from Hollister....Which is a beachy brand Emma, why did you not go their. The long arms, Jade likes a long arm and she likes a flower which is why this went hand in hand. I can see this with denim flares, A headscarf, some gold hoops and a gold necklace and maybe some heels if you are into them?. Only reason for heels would be to give you some height otherwise these flared jeans would loose their shape.

Boohoo Tropical Tassel Beach Co-ord: £18. They both like a co-ord so this was a winner for me. I can actually see Jade wearing this more on the beach tbh so two Jade inspireds in this post. I know you requested shirts but I thought why not mix it up, show her what styles is out their and what she can do with them because not everyone wants to wear their dads shirt that has been collecting dust since 1931. Of course this isnt the only co-ord I picked up, The cutest of the bunch comes from Romwe and is only £10! and when you see it, you will think by golly that`s a bargain. Wear them both with sandals, gold hoops. (Please note the co-ord is different to the previous one I had due to Tumblr being difficult)

River Island Red tropical printed tie front shirt: £30. Had to be done, it just had to be done. It`s a whole different take on your dads shirt, this time they are less embarrassing and more easy on the eye. This one from River Island is £30 and it comes in a array of other patterns.

Last But not least I did pick up a few dresses incase you wanted to go down that path and like one of them. One of them, you will know the design very well. One family member wore it, then she decided to dress her mini me in it, then the mother got the disease and wore it too whilst looking like a lemon, Enough talk here it is. You must be warned though, if anyone wants to wear this dress do be prepared for the jokes...`You`ve got nice lemons` `Can I suck on your lemons`

This post does contain affiliate links. This means if you make a purchase through these links I earn a tiny commission to keep the blog running. It does not cost you any extra.

#Inspired #PrettyLittleThing #Boohoo #River Island #SilkFred #Levis #ASOS

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shireness-says · 6 years

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Scrooges and Setups

Summary: Emma doesn't want to work Storybrooke's yearly winter carnival. She especially doesn't want to work the kissing booth. And she really really doesn't want Mary Margaret to turn this into a setup. ~5.5K. Also on AO3.

A/N: Another pre-tumblr one, transferred over for the Fandom Crescendo! This is another really fun one. I particularly enjoyed writing Wildly Inappropriate Ruby - hopefully I can revisit that soon... Still unbeta’d. Rated T because my basic vocabulary includes a lot of swear words. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Emma’s neighbor, Mary Margaret, is a witch. Or a demon. A witch or a demon very focused on the holiday spirit and community service. She must be. It’s the only explanation for how Emma Swan – full time bartender, part-time hermit, and slight Scrooge – has been roped into volunteering at the Storybrooke Winter Carnival.

(Well, that and the fact that M’s said all the proceeds went to help out the local children’s home – a cause that could melt even Emma’s cold heart.

But still. Probably witchcraft too.)

Emma has volunteered – been volunteered? The technicalities are still a bit of a blur to her – but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it. She’ll be there, just not with rings on her fingers or bells on her toes, or whatever the kids say. She certainly won’t be wearing a Santa hat or a Christmas sweater or any of that nonsense. Mary Margaret will just have to deal.

It’s not that Emma hates Christmas, per se. She really has nothing against the holiday, it’s just not something she celebrates. Growing up in the system, she was lucky to get a new pair of shoes for Christmas. Maybe a dollar store craft set or some school supplies. As an adult, she’s never really had anyone to celebrate with. But she moved to Storybrooke back in March – just needed a change in pace, had sporadically kept in touch with Jeff after they both aged out of the system, and finally caved to his begging for her to move closer – and discovered very quickly that holidays here were a Very Big Deal. Especially when you lived next door to Mary Margaret Blanchard, local princess and holiday enthusiast.

Technically, she has the whole day off. When she asked Jeff for a few hours off from the Rabbit Hole, he had gotten very excited – “Of course Emma! It’s so great to see you getting involved! Grace and I will see you there!” – and given her much more time than she had requested. She could get to the town square early, like a respectful professional. But she doesn’t. Emma doesn’t want to go at all, so she shows up as late as she thinks she can get away with without being yelled at by the petite, pixie-d brunette.

Even Emma has to admit, the square looks great. Mary Margaret has clearly gone all out, stringing lights everywhere, all the booths decked out in candy stripes, garlands and snowflakes everything. Unfortunately, Emma barely has a moment to admire the scene before the woman herself comes rushing over. In an elf costume. Of course.

“You barely made it on time, Emma!” she scolds. Emma’s not entirely sure why – she was on time, right? As Emma contemplates this, Mary Margaret has clearly moved past her pseudo-disappointment, ushering Emma across the grass towards God-knows-where. “That’s alright, the person you’re working with is late too, it will be fine. You’ll be working right over here.”

And then M’s stops right in front of the kissing booth.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

No, no, it’s not enough just to think that thought. “Mary Margaret, are you kidding me? What the hell?”

At least Mary Margaret has the grace to look chastened. “Well, you see, almost everyone else has a significant other… I just thought, you’re so pretty, you could pull a lot of traffic and make a lot of money for – “ and oh God, Emma does not want to hear about the kind of traffic she’ll pull.

“I need you to stop right there, Mary Margaret, before this sounds even more like you’re prostituting me out than it already feels.”

At least she has the decency to look slightly ashamed.

Looking around the room, Emma sees a crowd of people with better jobs than her. David is at the arcade games, taking tickets; Regina is manning the silent auction table; Robin is making a valiant effort at the cotton candy stand. Ruby and Belle even get to work together, selling pie – both the ones made by Granny and the more questionable products of Belle’s recent cookbook explorations. Meanwhile, she’s stuck here. At the kissing booth. Where she has to kiss people.

“It won’t be that bad,” Mary Margaret tries to reason. “You won’t even have to kiss everyone! We set it up on a wheel, and only half the options it lands on are for a kiss! The rest are for, like, Granny’s coupons and free arcade tickets. And there’s another person too! So, you know, that’s not so bad, right?”

Emma wants to scream, wants to cuss Mary Margaret out, but the fact of the matter is that she can’t say no to the sweet teacher’s cherub face. So she’s left weakly nodding, as Mary Margaret beams.

“Wonderful! Thank you so much for doing this, Emma, you won’t regret it! Now, you can take two 15 minute breaks as long as your booth partner is still here, it’s a dollar per spin, and doors open in fifteen minutes. Great? Great!”

Mary Margaret is officially a whirlwind of enthusiasm and Emma has no idea how she’s gotten pulled in. Again, probably witchcraft. She thinks the worst is over, she hears M’s pipe up one more time.

“Oh! Here’s your booth partner now! Killian, over here!”

And when Emma thought things couldn’t get worse, she was wrong, because M’s looks far too innocent and yet, at the same time, smug, to not be up to something.

A man – Killian, must be – veers in their direction, and Emma realizes in a horrible moment of clarity that today isn’t just forced merriment and community service, isn’t just being roped into working a kissing booth. No. This is a damned setup.

Emma could kill her neighbor. She really could.

“Killian, it’s so good to see you! This is Emma, she’ll tell you all about how this works. I think David needs something, I’ll see you both later!”

And then she bolts. The witch.

To his credit, this Killian does look a little confused. Emma almost feels bad for him. “I take it she didn’t tell you where you’d be working, either?”

He scratches behind his ear – somewhat adorably, at that.

(No, not adorably. She resents Mary Margaret’s efforts to meddle. She will not be charmed by this man who’s been shoved in her direction.)

“Er… not as much, no. I actually figured I’d be working with my brother.”

She’s not particularly interested, but this whole situation is bad enough as it is. There’s no need to add an awkward silence to make things worse. So instead, she asks the obvious question. “Your brother?”

He practically beams, and Emma hopes she hasn’t encouraged him too much. “Yeah, my brother, Liam. He and his fiancé are over working the snow cone station.”

Sure enough, glancing over, she sees a tall, curly-headed man with Killian’s eyes handling the cash box as a slender blonde works the ice shaver with gusto. As she turns a skeptical eye back to Killian, he shrugs.

“I know, it looks awfully unchivalrous, but would you believe me if I said she insisted? Says it’s a good place to work out her stress. Elsa’s actually got arms of steel under that fleece.”

Emma can only hum in return. She’s fine, now to let things fall into silence, but her new booth partner jumps back in. “I’m Killian Jones, by the way. Work down at the docks. And you are…?”

“Emma. Swan. Bartender.” She quickly remembers the instructions M’s tasked her with. “I guess it’s a buck to spin the wheel, and we get two fifteen minute breaks, whenever you want, as long as I’m here to be in charge.”

He nods. “Simple enough.” But suddenly – maybe it’s because she put him at ease, letting talk about his brother – she can just see him put on an attitude. “What do you say, love? Want to practice kissing before the crowds get here?”

And ugh, she remembers why she doesn’t do set ups.

This is going to suck.

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It becomes quickly obvious that Emma and Jones have very different strategies for the day.

Emma’s plan was to sit slouched in one of the provided chairs, generally looking unenthusiastic and discouraging any traffic. Killian, on the other hand, has taken up the role of a carnival barker, bringing in a steady stream of traffic.

“Having fun yet, Swan?” he offers after the first half hour. Emma can only glare.

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She was right. This fucking sucks.

Ok, not all of it is bad. A troop of Mary Margaret’s second graders came through, and it was very cute how the little boys blushed when she planted one on their cheeks. And it was hilarious seeing one particularly bold little girl pull Killian down to plant one on him, instead of the other way around.

However, with the good, comes the bad. The very, very bad, in the form of Leroy.

Emma doesn’t normally have issues with Leroy – he’s a bit cantankerous, sure, but so is Emma, and he tips decently whenever he’s at the Rabbit Hole. Which is often.

But today, he seems bound and determined to test Emma’s patience. In the two and a half hours the carnival’s been running, he’s come by the booth three times, and is now approaching for a fourth. And, of course, he’s landed the wheel on a kiss every time. Bastard. If he lands on kiss a fourth time, he’s not getting a smooch – he’s getting a knee to the balls.

The universe truly must have it out for her today, because he does land on a kiss again. Of fucking course. She watches, practically in slow motion, as Leroy leans in, and with a feeling of dread, Emma just knows that he’s going for the lips this time. She braces herself, ready to punch him or knee him or something else violent… when Killian swoops in and pecks him on the cheek.

“There you go, Leroy, a nice smooch. You enjoy the rest of your afternoon!”

Leroy sputters, but stalks off as Emma just looks at Killian with confusion – and wonder.

“Uh… thanks. I think. I could have taken care of that, but thanks.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I’m perfectly aware of that, darling, I just thought I’d spare you the trouble and scraped knuckles. Let’s just hope that nuisance doesn’t come back.”

(And when Leroy does start making his way over, another fifteen minutes later, Emma happily takes Killian up on his suggestion that she take advantage of one of her breaks.)

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Emma takes the opportunity during her break to go talk to Ruby and Belle. Not only can Ruby catch her up on any gossip there might be about Jones (because mark her words, that man is a mystery), but she can probably weasel some pie out of them to boot. She needs food, after all.

As she approaches the ladies, it’s a struggle not to laugh at Belle’s forlorn look – seemingly over her poor culinary attempts.

“Of course they taste fine, babe!” she overhears Ruby placate as she approaches. “They just… well, they’re not the prettiest. But so tasty, and isn’t that what matters?”

Emma has to admit, Belle’s pies do look a little bit of a mess next to Granny’s masterpieces, what with their deflating meringues and messy, torn up crusts and lattices. Emma takes pity on the poor woman and orders a hefty piece of the Boston crème pie. (It is actually pretty good, looks aside.)

Newly distracted by Emma’s presence, Ruby turns to her with a wolfish grin and a waggle of the eyebrows. “So, I see Mary Margaret walked you right into a set up again. At least he’s good looking.”

Belle has a more concerned look on her face. Really, some days it’s a wonder how her and Ruby’s relationship works so well. “You be nice to him, Emma. He’s a lovely man, more sensitive than he lets on.”

That perks Emma’s attention. “You know him, then? What can you tell me?”

Ruby smirks. “Oh, we know him alright. Comes into the diner for coffee every weekday morning, volunteers at the library Saturday afternoons. He’s the harbormaster, I think, whatever the hell that means.”

It’s nice to hear the information that Ruby has, but these kinds of details are a little useless to Emma. She could follow him around for week if she wanted his schedule. “C’mon, Ruby, what’s the gossip? What’s he like? I can’t get a proper read on this guy. “

Ruby pauses to think for a moment before delivering her information with almost business-like efficiency. “He’s… careful, I guess. Does everything with purpose, like he’s thought it through. Likes to fancy himself a gentleman, even when he’s playing up that cocky flirty thing, and for the most part it’s true. Positively devoted to his brother, nearly to the point of hero worship. Rumor is he was engaged a few years back, before he and his brother showed up in Storybrooke, but it’s anyone’s guess what happened there.”

Belle takes the opportunity to cut in. “I mean it, Emma, be careful with him. He’s a really good guy, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he deserves a lot more than your usual one and done.”

It’s a lot to process. But her break is almost over, her pie is long since gone, and Emma has to work her way back to her own personal hell – the damned kissing booth.

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Jones looks disturbingly smug as she walks back over, making Emma more nervous than she’d like to admit. “What are you smirking at?” she grumbles, sliding back into her seat.

If anything, that only makes the smirk grow. “Oh, nothing. Just observing you ladies talking about me.”

It’s infuriating, really, how he’s able to read her like that. All the same, she has a near compulsive need to not let on how right he is. “How do you know that’s what we were talking about? For all you know, we were talking about pie. Some of Belle’s efforts are real shockers.”

He scoffs. “Please, I saw all the glances cast my way. It’s quite alright, darling, I don’t mind. Though it would have been much simpler just to ask me your questions. So, what did they tell you?”

She should just keep her mouth shut, but Emma is fully entrenched in her defensive stance. “Who says I learned anything?”

“Please, Swan, don’t insult my intelligence. Anyways, don’t I have the right to know?”

She sighs. Jeez, the man can wear her down. “You know, just the basic. You volunteer at the library, love your brother, have some fancy job at the docks. That kind of thing. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“Ah, the basics,” he replies in a mock-serious tone with a lift of his eyebrows. “And did you get all the answers you wanted?”

Emma shrugs, for lack of a better answer. Unfortunately, Jones seems to take that as encouragement.

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve learned, I hold the very official-sounding job of harbormaster, which usually means I’d be in charge of monitoring incoming shipments, but since this is Storybrooke, it mostly means I collect the monthly docking fees and try to pay attention to whether everyone makes it back safely at night. I do have a brother, who is an absolutely insufferable git but who I love anyways, and who I have a minor hero complex towards. I’m working on it. I am also working on various insecurity and self-confidence issues, as well as a former over-dependence on alcohol to ignore my problems. In my spare time, I read far too many murder mysteries, dream about purchasing my own ship, and am desperately trying to keep a houseplant alive long enough to be comfortable adopting a dog. Does that about cover things?”

She nods mutely. Really, it’s the most thorough introduction she could have hoped for.

“Excellent.”

They work in silence for a few more minutes, collecting a few more dollars and distributing a few more kisses, before Emma interrupts their pattern.

“Ruby said you used to be engaged?”

It’s like a sudden, icy wall crashes down over his expression. “Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time I took one of my breaks.”

And he stalks off in the direction of the snow cone stand, leaving Emma wondering just what the hell she’s done.

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It’s a little fascinating, watching the brothers Jones interact. There’s so clearly an older sibling/younger sibling dynamic between the two, the way Liam puts on a look of patient exasperation while Killian rants, and then Killian looks chastened while Liam calmly replies. Eventually, the younger just slumps and collapses in on himself as the elder rubs his back comfortingly. Emma doesn’t have a sibling – the closest thing she has is Jeff, thanks to three years of being in the same group home and then the same school, where he looked after her in his own eccentric way. It’s truly interesting to her, watching the way these two interact, seeing what a sibling relationship can be like and should be like. It’s almost enough to ignore the frequent glances thrown in her direction.

Inevitably, she gets distracted by the carnival-goers, and by the time she can turn her attention elsewhere again, Jones is wandering back to the booth, visibly less tense. Whatever Liam had to say must have been damn effective. As he approaches, his hand raises to scratch behind his ear, like some kind of nervous habit.

“I trust that Leroy didn’t bother you in my absence?”

Emma shrugs in return. “Nah, he stayed away. Think he discovered Sister Astrid at the hand-dipped candle booth, poor thing.”

“Good, good.” He shifts on his feet, looking uncomfortable, like he’s trying to find some difficult words. “Look, I’m sorry I reacted the way I did, and then ran off and left you to the wolves. Bad form, that. It’s just… I don’t talk about Milah particularly often. It’s difficult, and I’m not particularly keen on it.”

Immediately, Emma understands where she went wrong, and feels distinctly uncomfortable. God, she really stuck her foot in her mouth this time, didn’t she? “You don’t have to if you don’t want to – forget I asked.”

“No, no, as Liam reminded me, you didn’t mean badly. And since you’ve rather been forced into this set up – “

“I swear, M’s must have pulled this from a damned Hallmark movie – “

“ – forced into this setup, it’s only right that you know who you’ve been shoved into company with.” He takes a deep breath, like he’s steeling himself for what he’s about to say, and God, Emma feels like the shittiest human alive. “I was engaged. To the most wonderful woman. But then she died, right in my arms – an undiagnosed heart condition, they said. And I haven’t really put myself out there since. Something Liam likes to remind me, actually. Milah was just… she was my entire life. My world centered on making her happy. It’s hard to bounce back from that. That was one of the reason I moved here, actually –I needed to escape all the memories in Boston, and Liam already lived here. It was a natural choice. But I don’t talk about my Milah very often, because it makes me upset, and I desperately need to move on with my life. So I’m sorry that I stormed off on you earlier, Swan. It truly wasn’t something personal. I’m just… out of practice, talking about this.”

There’s probably a lot of things she should say, try to comfort him and whatnot. Any number of things would have been appropriate. But Emma’s not good with feelings – her own or others’. So instead, she blurts out a “How do you know Mary Margaret?” It’s a non sequitur, sure, but it’s the best she can do. Show that she doesn’t care or that his outburst doesn’t change anything or that she’s not judging him or… whatever.

He blinks a few times, clearly thrown, before grinning. Lucky for her, he apparently understands Emma’s sloppy attempts at connecting. “It’s a little bit of a stretch actually. Liam is a deputy at the police station with David, Mary Margaret’s husband. And I’m sure you know how she tries to take care of everyone. You’re the neighbor, right?”

“For better or worse. Today, it’s worse, I think.”

Jones – Killian laughs. He’s got a nice laugh, really. “I take it, based on the grumbling, this is one of the ‘worse’ days?”

“You bet your ass it is,” she mutters as another townsperson walks over. Thankfully, they just win a Granny’s coupon – no kiss – and actually seem to be pretty happy about that. “Mary Margaret has been great to me, but she’s just… so much. I’m not really big on Christmas, and definitely not big on setups.”

Interestingly, he focuses on her first point rather than her second. Emma is choosing to believe that means he agrees with her on the matchmaking front. “You’re not big on Christmas, Swan? Don’t tell me you’re some kind of Grinch.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “I don’t actively hate it, like a Grinch, I just… never really had a reason to go all out celebrating.” She pauses. After his deep, heartfelt story of lost love, she feels like he might deserve a little glimpse of herself. Quid pro quo or whatnot. “Growing up in the system, very few families actually made a big deal about the holiday for the kids in their care. Those few who did, I always kinda felt like an outsider, like the holiday wasn’t for me, somehow. Then ever since I aged out, it’s just been me, by myself. Hard to make a big deal of the holiday for yourself.”

Killian looks vaguely scandalized. Appalled, even. “Well, that simply won’t stand! You have to come to Liam and I’s yearly bash next week.”

“I don’t know…” she tries to start, but he’s butting back in.

“Ruby and Belle will be there, and so will Mary Margaret and David – not to mention, my handsome self – so you can’t say you won’t know anyone. Plus…” He goes for the ear scratch again. God, that really is a nervous habit with him, isn’t it? “Plus, our first annual party was right after I moved to town, so I could meet everyone. Seems only right to pass it on.”

Emma has to admit, it is oddly poetic. She finds herself nodding an affirmative, almost without conscious thought. It’s worth it though, to see the way his face lights up when he realizes she’s accepted his invite.

“Excellent! I promise, Swan, you’ll have a hell of a time. Now, if I can recommend getting really back to work and attracting more people? I know our cash pull has been impressive, but I think we can rustle up even more. I must say, we make quite the team.”

She groans, dreading more kissing wheel contestants, but he does have a point – when it comes to this awful holiday tradition, at least, they make quite the team.

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The rest of the afternoon goes a lot more smoothly. After all their talk of the personal, conversation comes a lot easier between the two, and she actually finds herself enjoying his company. Beneath that cocky exterior really is a sweet man, she’s shocked and relieved to learn.

Most of their time is spent betting on who each approaching townsperson is looking to buy a kiss from. He’s pretty good at it, actually – guessing who is motivated by a crush, who is motivated by getting a laugh, and who just wants to pick whoever seems less scary (those always go his way – somehow, they prefer his charming smile to her scowl). The one exception to this is when Jefferson and Gracie swing by. Killian had seen the excitable seven-year-old and had automatically assumed his good looks would be more of a draw to a young girl. It’s gratifying, in some sort of hilarious way, to see the confusion on his face when Emma gives the little girl an enthusiastic smooch, and receives one in return. As the two stand together, cackling at Killian’s confused face, it finally dawns on him that he’s been had.

“Oh, that’s cheating, Swan, not telling me you knew the lass. Bad form, that.”

He is, however, able to overlook that small deception when he takes his second break (and is it really a deception, if he just made assumptions without full information that she didn’t bother to correct?) and brings her back a hot dog and onion rings from Granny’s booth when he returns, on the logic that “the lines are bloody awful, love, I’m just saving you the hassle.”

It’s weird. She didn’t want to like Killian, when Mary Margaret so clumsily threw him into her path, but she does. He’s got a good sense of humor and a competitive streak that rivals her own and fancies himself a gentleman, like he’s straight out of some ridiculous Regency romance or something.

Emma could overanalyze that, if she wanted to. Probably will when she gets home. But for now, she gratefully accepts the snack and moves to enjoy her own break.

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“So, when you gonna jump that hot piece of ass?”

Ruby, ever the picture of subtlety.

Belle, at least, has the decency to look shocked by her girlfriend’s actions. “Ruby!”

Unfortunately, Ruby will not be contained. “I’m, just saying, they’re getting pretty cozy now that they’re over whatever that spat was earlier. She could do a lot worse, you know.”

They both focus their attention on Emma at that moment, almost like they’ve been cued. “Well?” Ruby asks impatiently.

“He’s… not what I expected.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” God, somebody really needs to sign Ruby up for etiquette lessons.

Emma narrowly avoids rolling her eyes. “I don’t know, he’s just… he likes to act like he’s so cocky, you know? And he really isn’t. I totally thought he was going to be a dick, but…”

“But now you might get the dick?”

“Ruby!” Belle hisses, clearly mortified, even if her partner isn’t. Turning to Emma in a clear attempt to move on from Ruby’s antics, she asks “So do you think you’ll go out with him sometime? Oh, Emma, I think you two could have such a lovely time together.” She quickly holds up a stern finger at the sight of Ruby’s smirk. “Do not say ‘in bed’ or so help me God.”

Emma just shrugs. “I don’t know. I might go to his Christmas party, see what happens from there.”

And true, she still has a few more minutes and doesn’t strictly have to leave right that second, but Emma still chooses to make her excuses and head back to her own booth. There’s only so many quips she can take from Ruby before she snaps.

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Before she knows it, the day is over, and she and Killian are gathering their things to leave. She’s almost sad – Emma may have been dreading this day for weeks, but Killian really made it almost bearable.

For some inconceivable reason, he almost looks nervous, scratching behind his ear yet again. “So… I know I mentioned our little holiday party earlier, but do you think you would like to come? I mean, you don’t have to but it’s a good time and there will be drinks if nothing else and –“

Emma quickly nods before his sentence can ramble any further.

His face lights up for a moment, before he devolves back into stuttering. “Ok! Yes. Good. Ok. Ok, well, I guess I’ll have Liam give an invite to David to give to you?”

“Yeah, that’ll work.”

There’s an awkward silence, their first in long while. Emma feels like they should be marking the end of this day somehow special, but she’s coming up with nothing. “So…” she finally breaks in. “I’ll see you around, then?”

He looks a little disappointed, but nods all the same. “Of course, Swan.” And then, the bastard, he lifts her hand to press a kiss to its back. “It’s been a pleasure, Emma.”

She barely manages to nod dumbly and mumble out a “You too” before she turns and leaves. Well, flees more like. But for once, it’s not out of some great fear of commitment or being left behind and disappointed. This time, it’s purely so she doesn’t say anything else that would make her look like a damn fool.

Her reaction probably isn’t ideal, but she’s standing behind it.

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She tries to focus all week. She really does. But the bar is shockingly slow for this time of year (hey, if she had a family, she’d probably be trying to escape them at the bar too) and TV is all reruns and Emma just can’t stop thinking about blue eyes and a kiss to the hand and the way that she really, really wants to see him again.

She’ll never admit it out loud, of course. When Ruby or Mary Margaret mention the party, she grumbles like always (not looking forward to the party is accurate, at least – she’d rather be with him in her own empty apartment for more private celebrations, seasonal or otherwise, than at some ridiculous themed party). But she really wants to see him again. Which is weird, because Emma hates setups on principle. And the idea of Mary Margaret being all smug about the whole thing… ugh. So when she finally gives into the inevitability of thinking about Killian, she uses the time to prepare herself emotionally for the God awful sappy, smug, or downright inappropriate reactions she’s sure she’ll receive from everyone in her life.

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Saturday comes sooner than expected, despite the fact that the rest of the week seems to drag, and Emma finds herself prepping for a party. If Ruby was here, Emma is sure she would have been squeezed into some kind of skin-tight dress and stilettos, but Emma’s been left to her own sartorial devices, so a white sweater with boots it is. Hey, she’s going to wear her red leather jacket, that’s Christmasy enough.

For all of her confidence during the week, her determination to actually make a damn move, she can feel her boldness draining away the closer her Bug gets to Liam and Elsa’s little seaside cottage. By the time she reaches their door, holding a bottle of whiskey like some kind of armor (and let’s face it, she’ll probably need drinks to get through this night), Emma is about ready to turn tail and run. Before she can talk herself out of it, she rings the doorbell, hoping someone hears her over the din she can already hear through the door.

And of course, all her fears are put to rest the moment the door opens, because Killian looks positively thrilled to see her.

“Swan! You made it!”

“Yep, I’m here. Grinch spirit and all.” Before she can well and truly lose her nerve, she jerks a thumb back into the darkness. “Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Killian looks a little confused, but apparently is willing anyways. “Sure, I suppose I can step away for a moment.”

They find a spot around the side of the house where it’s finally quiet enough for her to talk freely.

“Is anything the matter, love? I know you’re not big on Christmas but I promise there’s no more than two stupid games in there and there’s a few people you know and I really think –“

“Did you have fun the other day? At the booth? With me?” And oh, that’s certainly smooth, well done Emma.

“Well, yes, surprisingly, I had a lovely time with you. Ridiculous games aside.”

“Do you want to have fun again?”

“Do I want to have fun again?”

“Yes. Fun. With me. In a setting that doesn’t involve a kissing wheel.”

His grin starts slow, but grows to stretch from ear to ear. “Emma, are you trying to ask me on a date?”

Part of Emma wants to protest, because she typically Does Not Do Dating. But she sucks it up, raises her chin, and answers a definitive “Yes. If you want.”

He scoffs. “If I want? Emma, I would have suggested our own version of the kissing wheel at the carnival if I didn’t think it would end poorly. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Finally, the universe is working in her favor, because after a moment smiling goofily at one another, they move together simultaneously to share a kiss. A good kiss. A really, really great kiss that she’d be up for repeating every day of the week and extra on Sundays.

As they finally break apart to walk back inside the house hand and hand, Emma suddenly has perhaps the weirdest, craziest thought yet.

Maybe she could get into this Christmas thing after all.

#my writing #scrooges and setups #ouat fandom crescendo #cs ff #cs modern au #christmas in may #featuring grouchy emma #wildly inappropriate ruby #and whatever the ruby/belle relationship is called #oh and a kissing booth

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sparklybaubles · 6 years

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The Garden

*Author’s Note: I have shared this on my blog, so I thought I would share it to my Tumblr blog as well. This is a short story was developed during the Wasatch Range Writing Project. It has been published in the literary journal “iteration.” Comments are most welcome and appreciated.*

The soft giggles floated just ahead of me like chimes. The bluebells that brushed my hand danced at the sounds floating through the English garden. The laughter had been too light and child-like to be that of the caretakers. I wondered if there could be children in the garden. I paused on the soft dirt and gravel walk. The laughter had stopped.

I strained my ears for another sound, but was met only with the sound of leaves and grass dancing in the light breeze and the occasional twittering of chiffchaffs.

“Hello?” I called. The breeze stirred the flowers in response; the poppies bobbed their heads as if nodding an answer.

Had the children been laughing at me? Was I only imagining sounds because this place brought back happy memories?

I craned my neck to see over the hydrangea and shrubbery. I could see nothing. The garden was too tall for me. It was immense and went on for a good many miles—kilometers—as Gran would say.

This was her garden. We were visiting her country estate from America. Being in the English countryside, I thought it even stranger that I heard little voices and laughter. We were so far removed from any neighbors. I again thought of the caretakers. Gran employed quite a few to help upkeep her “little Eden,” as she put it.

The last time I had been here, I was a child. I would wander down the golden-dirt paths for hours. I would always come back to Gran’s with an array of plucked flowers from her garden in my chubby, little hands. Mom and dad were always mortified I had taken the liberty of picking out a bouquet on a whim, but Gran never minded. She would sweep the flowers up in her arms and drop them in one of her various blue and white vases, crooning over how pretty my selection was. “You have such an eye for flowers!” She would tell me in her wisp of a sing-song voice. “You always find the most magical ones.”

The garden still held magic for me, but I had grown beyond the impulse of plucking up the blossoms that caught my eye. In my wandering, I had reached one of my favorite spots from my childhood. In the middle of her garden, Gran had a little fountain with an archway next to it covered in climbing roses—spun candy made my senses heady as I inhaled. I used to sit by the fountain for hours watching rainbows dance across the water. I would invariably drench about half of me by splashing, the other half of me would get wet because Gran would eventually come along and insist we dip our toes in the cool water. She would tell me stories about mermaids and princesses and fairies.

I smiled to myself at the memories and at how gullible I was to believe her stories. She had always made the tales feel so real. That emotion quickly turned heavy. I fingered the velvet petals of one of the climbing roses and bit my lip. Gran wouldn’t be able to tell stories much longer. She already had to employ help to upkeep her garden. I thought about the tension back at the house, weighty and drooping, like a thundercloud trying to keep in all its rain without success. Dad was trying to put Gran’s affairs in order. A bit of magic was leaving the world.

We may have only been able to visit Gran once every few years or so, but I still felt close to her. She would always call, especially on birthdays or holidays, and I loved hearing from her. I was going to miss the sound of her voice and feeling like I could tell her anything. Being half a world away, she had been the best secret-keeper. Each time we flew over to England, Gran had enchanted us with stories and the magic of her garden. Nowhere else in the world held me captive the way her garden did. And here I didn’t know if I would ever see it again after this trip. I didn’t know how to cope with the loss, and how would I cope when we had to go back home? That distance separated us from everything Gran. I choked on the tears I refused to shed and gasped for a breath of summer-ripened air.

Giggles sounded past the splashing fountain. My eyes darted in the direction of the sound. Someone was there; I knew it! And the worst part was they had been watching me and apparently thought my crying was something of amusement. I couldn’t see anything. They had to be hiding behind the flowerbeds and bushes. I scowled. Even if they were just kids out playing, they shouldn’t be here. This was Gran’s place, not a park. And having them laugh at me was going to be either my or their undoing.

I marched in the direction of the sound and rounded the bend. I was met with more flowers bashfully smiling up at me and reaching for the sun’s rays. My brow furrowed as I poked around the area. Nothing was here.

“Alright,” I called, “Enough games. Come on out. It is time to get home.”

Silence.

“I know you can hear me, so why don’t you stop? I heard you.”

A faint whisper carried on the breeze from my right. I rounded and headed down the path, the dirt snapping under my sandals. “I don’t want to play games.” A soft giggle just ahead, but I couldn’t see anything. Where were they hiding if they were just ahead of me? I sighed in exasperation and kept walking. More giggles and whispers. The poppies gently waved forward in the breeze, marking the path to follow.

Strangely enough, as I walked, the garden started to sooth my stress. I breathed out and tried to let go. I was no longer as angry over the little invaders, but curious. I kept wondering where they could be hiding as I turned down path after path. I was reaching the edge of Gran’s garden where the flowers stopped at a little white fence and then the English countryside laced out beyond the horizon.

Gazing out over the field oddly left a part of my heart open. It was peaceful how the garden kept this part of my little world secure but let me look out into the distance. I shrugged away the feeling and looked around for any sign of the suspected children. I was baffled. There was nowhere else they could hide.

A flash of gold and a clear peal of joyous laughter just past the fence made me dart forward. I stopped short and looked down. My long shadow had caught my attention as well as something else.

My foot was just outside a circle of petite, white mushrooms in the grass. I smiled to myself. Gran had once nearly had me convinced that fairies lived in her garden. I knelt down and let my knuckles brush across the velvet grass. I noticed my shadow again. It really was long. I had been out here for hours. I stood up quickly, remembering what I was initially pursuing.

I was met with late afternoon shadows and the silence only nature can bring. It was strange, but the only thing I could think was that the kids had darted under the fence and left. I sighed, ambivalent over how I felt at not having seen my little tormenters that somehow managed to cheer me up by helping me think about the good times with Gran in her garden, unbeknownst to them. But if they had made their leave, it was definitely time to make mine.

I wasn’t fully at peace with what was happening, but I didn’t want to forget or regret anything. It was time to go be with Gran. I hesitated just outside of the fairy ring before turning back.

#the garden #garden #writeblr #writers of tumblr #tumblr writing #story #short story #realism #magical realism #magical #magic #fae #fairies #fairy #fairytale #writing #writer

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holidaysat221b · 6 years

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 5/8/2018

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt FAQ

Below is the list of prompts submitted to @holidaysat221b. Where possible, we have tagged the submitter so that credit can be given if a prompt inspires someone to write a fic or create a piece of art.

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be noted with a link to the fic/art, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.

2) Please submit an ask or message @holidaysat221b with a link to your work, the prompt you used, the prompter, and how you want to be identified (in cases where your Tumblr and fic/artist name are different). This will allow us to share your work with our followers and tag the prompter (if possible).

3) We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Collection on Ao3. If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do. As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated. Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of May 8, 2018

Art

Art prompt: (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking) Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles". Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat. - @sunken-standard (Prompt fill - Sherlolly // Sixteen Candles by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

Art prompt: Potter!lock. Don’t care if it’s student Sherlock and Molly in their house robes, teachers, wizarding professionals, a recreation of the Order of the Phoenix group photo with Sherlock characters instead. Whatever. Just as long as it’s Potter!lock. - @darnedchild

Art prompt: Molly and Sherlock’s first real date gets interrupted by a case. Are they dressed up for a fancy evening, or wearing something more suited to fish and chips and a walk around the park? - Anonymous

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Sherlock: A TV series featuring a hot guy with awesome deductive skills, his best friend the doctor, the exasperated detective inspector, the sweet landlady, and the pathologist. And no, the pathologist isn’t in love with the hot guy. - The Silent Fangirl

A post TRF fic, where Sherlock takes Molly with him, but they return to London a couple years later than in canon because Molly got pregnant along the way (or even twice), so now they are three/four of them instead of two? - @mychakk

“We had chips. She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD. What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH: A kick to Tom’s butt. Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH. Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom. Molly the best man’s date. A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments. Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early). Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time). A real proposal to Molly. Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding. Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities. No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly. Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive! Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down). John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women. Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too. The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer. Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money. Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing. Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined. And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset. The End. Please note, some things can obviously be modified. - @mychakk (Prompt fill - Turn Right by sunken_standard)

AU: Molly runs away from home when her parents try to arrange a marriage for her. She wants to pursue a life that involves science and marry for love if she ever gets married at all. She meets Sherlock, who is being pressured by his family to marry a nice girl they found for him who loves science as much as he does. It will be interesting when they figure it out. - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Uncertain Terms by geekmama)

AU. Instead of dying, Mary actually does hide from Sherlock and John effectively and they don’t find her. Still wracked by guilt and worried he’ll never see her again, John still imagines her in his mind and Sherlock still goes after Culverton Smith … possibly both to save John and because maybe Smith knows something about where Mary went? To solve the mystery and bring Mary home, Sherlock and Molly team up. - @rooneykmara

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

To cover her butt during New Year’s Eurus lies and tells mummy that Sherlock has a wife, and Mycroft borrows her ‘Sherlock’s wife’ excuse whenever he wants to avoid sticky topics during holidays. The lie gets bigger the more Sherlock avoids family meetings. Until December when Sherlock finds out he’s married to a forensic (E), sex addicted(E), petite (E), intelligent (M), very forgiving (M) paragon of virtue (M). Now he needs to find a stranger that fits the description before Christmas. - @escaily

Rock Royalty AU. That AU in which Mary drags Molly into an edgy rock concert of her favorite band “Baker Street Boys” even though everybody and their mother knows that indie acoustics and hippie music is Molly’s thing. Enter Sherlock Holmes lead band member, (the type of Rock Star that sings ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ while high as a kite) famous for his electric violin solos, addict past and cold attitude. He tries deducing the girl less likely to throw herself at him out of all the fans and finding that one concert goer who doesn’t get turned on by his music. Turns out that Molly the ‘I-said-I’m-not-a-groupie’ pathologist in training is actually an interesting girl when she’s not covering her ears, even if Sherlock needs to educate her on the finger points of violin appreciation. Basically a fic where the Rockstar wants to turn this hater into a fan but actually ends up falling for her instead. - @escaily

The Do Over/ Time Travel Sherlolly fic that I NEED. Let’s pretend that a destroyed Molly went to sleep the night of the infamous phone call wishing she could do it all over again, and overnight she wakes up back in Season 1 first ep. If you could get a do over, erase all the bad things that have ever happened with the person you’ve always loved, even if it meant never having the good, would you do it? Especially if said person just broke your trust over the phone. The moment with the riding crop, all the late nights at the morgue, chose to avoid that awful Christmas party (showed up with a boring date), change shifts the day ‘Jim from IT’ asked her out and not offer her help when Sherlock needed to fake his death. Of course, fate still keeps throwing her together with Sherlock no matter what she tries. “You’re not MY Sherlock, you wouldn’t understand,” she whispered at last. “And what did your version of me have that I don’t?” “Many things, I know you think you can’t be a better person, but my Sherlock was.” Or something around those lines where slightly-younger Sherlock feels jealous of TFP Sherlock, because in any version of history Sherlock will always end up falling in love with Molly and she’s already so attuned to his quirks that he resents the ‘other him’ for having so much time with her. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

iZombie!Sherlock – Think of this, if Sherlock gets infected we have: 1) Sherlock with white hair 2) Sherlock getting brains from Molly “for experiments” 3) Sherlock getting different attitudes (hippie brain = hippie!Sherlock) 4) Paler than normal pale Sherlock 5) Sherlock with red bloodshot eyes. Also: If Molly Hooper gets infected, it’s like she’s the Liv Moore of Barts. Lestrade as Clive (and relieved to be not only depending on Sherlock to solve crimes). Sherlock deduces Molly’s hair color and tan (because Molly can’t show up to work with white hair, even whiter skin color, and very slow pulse rate). Major asshole Boss being the one shipping tainted Utopium to Britain. - The Silent Fangirl

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

Sherlock and Lady Molly of Scotland Yard. Molly Hooper as Lady Molly from “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” with her crime solving partner Mary (Morstan). (Note from Mod - “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” used to be available via BBC Radio 4 Extra on demand, you may still be able to find it online somewhere.) - @lullikiish

A Hades and Persephone AU with Molly as female Hades (the unrequited love at first, the proximity with death) and Sherlock as a male Persephone (the curiosity, the lack of eating). Irene would be a great Poseidon (the chaos provided by the ocean, the sailor knots). As for John, he would be a great Hermes! - Kay

Gimme “The Full Monty”, baby. Surely someone can find a reason to have Sherlock, John, and Greg get their kits off? Or Molly, Mary, and Sally? Mrs H could give professional pointers and tips to whomever you’re planning to get starkers. - Anonymous

A Sherlolly version of “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Sherlock gets to see what his loved ones’ lives would be like if he never existed, realizing the positive impact he had on them when he was alive. - @simplyshelbs16xoxo (Prompt fill - Strange, Isn’t It? by SimplyShelbs16)

Something similar to “The Ransom of Red Chief”, only in this version the kidnappers have figured out that Molly Hooper is a pressure point for Sherlock Holmes. They take her captive, intending to blackmail Sherlock or hold Molly for ransom; but Molly Hooper is having none of that nonsense. While Sherlock works to save her, Molly finds ways to torment, injure, and outwit her captors. Whether she escapes on her own, finds a way to let Sherlock and John know where she’s at, or ends up driving her kidnappers crazy to the point that they give up and send her back is up to the author. Could go humorous or dark very easily. - Anonymous

Clique/Sherlock Crossover - After the events of TFP, Molly Hooper (who is actually Jude McDermid) decides to go back to Edinburgh, broken-hearted & bound to continue the “family business” after years of running away from it. Gone is her long hair & colorful jumpers: she completely changed her look & have every information about Molly Hooper destroyed. Years passed, she forms the Solasta Women’s Initiative, much to her brother’s delight, until a horrific event brings Sherlock Holmes back into her world again. It’s more of a Sherlolly/Judelock mash-up where Sherlock wants to know why she left, who she really is, & how he’s still madly in love with her. Molly/Jude is more like she’s finally embracing the life she thought she never wanted, until she realizes that she can never forget the love she has for Sherlock. Can she be Jude & love him as well? Can Sherlock accept her true reality, or does he only love her as Molly & not Jude. Throw in a nice mystery/thriller plot too! Oh yeah Mycroft, who knew Molly is Jude from the beginning but decided to let Sherlock figure it out on his own, is determined to stop this union at all cost. Pls include all the girls & guys in Clique, especially Holly since she’s a badass off to take down Jude and her “girls” no matter what! It’s a crazy plot but if you’ve seen the 1st 2 episodes of Clique, it screams for a Sherlolly crossover fic! Thanks for reading this uber-long fic prompt! - @violetjersey

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

We know Molly can keep other people’s secrets. Maybe Molly has a few secrets of her own, i.e. her very secret collection of FWBs. Because honestly, you think she would just sit alone in her home every night, year after year, quietly pining for a romantic relationship with Sherlock? And what a surprise when Sherlock and their friends find out…maybe at Sherlock and Molly’s wedding? Crossover possibilities depend on FWBs selected…Q (James Bond), Loki (Avengers), Doctor Strange, etc. - @rubyred7531

Crack!fic based on an episode of “Friends”. Sherlock marries Janine. (Maybe for a case, or because Molly is still engaged to Tom.) Unfortunately, he says Molly’s name during his wedding vows … - @shadowyqueenbeard

“Two Mules for Sister Sara”, but with undercover Father Sherlock (or Brother Sherlock if you want to go that way). You could go with the original western cowboy period or make it modern. You can keep it PG -or- you could go for that priest kink M/E rating. - @darnedchild

Reverse “Runaway Bride” AU, where Sherlock is getting married to Janine and Molly to Tom at some venue with space for lots of simultaneous events. Then they both get dumped in the altar. And it’s a meet cute of two people commiserating about how annoying it is to be the jilted ‘acceptable’ fiance in a rom com. - @escaily

Period pieces/TAB

Victorian “Hooper”lock—Molly in disguise as “Hooper” the man, and they work together on a case and sparks fly. They flirt and all, and Sherlock can’t figure out right away that she’s a woman, and I think it might not even bother him that much. - @lullikiish

TABverse – After the whole bride thing Molly Hooper asks Sherlock to help her create a new Alias for herself, something ‘detective proof’. The thing is that Sherlock doesn’t approve of the nurse Alias, or shopkeeper, or the governess one, or the maid costume (brothel girl disguise almost kills him). For Sherlock her new persona will just have to be the wife of someone with status, someone like him. - @escaily

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - Water Under The Bridge by SimplyShelbs16)

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - And I’ll See It Through by darnedchild)

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 (Prompt fill - Turn Right by sunken_standard)

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

Song Fic: 8 Seconds “Kiss You” - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

A case involving wine and stolen spatulas leads to Mycroft Holmes being attracted to Molly Hooper. Too bad Molly’s had enough of the Holmeses, and Sherlock mooning over her really isn’t helping. (Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes) - The Silent Fangirl

Molly wants to meet The Woman. Irene and Sherlock are still friends, and Molly is curious. Much to everyone’s surprise, Molly and Irene hit it off fairly quickly. (Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/Irene Adler) - Anonymous

When Sherlock is injured and stuck in a cast up to his thigh, Mary and Molly find out JUST how grumpy he can get. They end up putting him by a window with binoculars, his pain medication, snacks, juice and his mobile. What happens next? (Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mary (Morstan)Watson) - @penaltywaltz

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