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awanderingdeal · 2 years

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Rink Ready

And to finish off the trio of Christmas fics, we have Coops and Jules at a winter market. Enjoy! And I hope you have a fantastic New Year.

CW: food, Christmas

Rating: G

Credit for these characters goes to @lumosinlove. I'd like to take this opportunity to say thank you for another year of fabulous fun with this bunch of wonderful beings (imaginary though they are).

Remus was fairly certain he could make a map of the market from memory at this point. Julian was insistent on finding the perfect gifts to take home with him, which apparently meant careful perusal of every single stall. It shouldn't have taken quite so long, but there were light displays, carousels, and (oddly not the most unusual sight they'd seen that evening) a troop of dancing elves to be distracted by. Thankfully, Julian had finally settled on something.

"Jules, let me hold those while you choose," Remus gestured to the bag of churros his brother held. He hadn't believed his brother could possibly eat any more after the bratwurst, the bag of chocolate coated almonds, and the pretzel, but Julian was steadily making his way through them. "We don't need to be getting your grubby little fingers all over the merchandise."

Julian rolled his eyes, "Alright, Dad."

"Just pick," Remus laughed, tapping Julian lightly on the back of the head.

“I like this one for Mom,” Julian hummed, and at Remus’ nod the vendor plucked the felt decoration from its spot and nestled it softly into a paper bag. “And this one for Dad.”

“Good choices, they'll look lovely on the tree,” the vendor smiled, her voice one of those that managed to be soft and welcoming without condescension. Occasionally the thick Gryffindor accent made way for something less familiar. If Remus had to guess, he’d say it was something Slavic.

“I need one more, please?”

“For Rory?” Remus asked. Julian and Rory had met at summer camp this year and had been inseparable ever since. He had never met the famous Rory, but he felt like he had from the amount Julian spoke about her. Still, sometimes he got a sad, twisting feeling in his stomach when he thought about how much of his brother’s life he was missing.

“No,” Julian’s expression fell into the same exasperated thing he took on when Remus was no more help than their parents in explaining some new, modern math technique. “For Regulus."

Of course.

Remus reached for Sirius' churros too, smiling at the slightly stunned, very fond look on his face. "I think Sirius can help with that."

***

“Re?”

Remus slowed his walk, turning towards the source of the questioning utterance. His little brother looked up at him all doe eyed and pink cheeks. The beanie he wore was too big, constantly falling into his eyes now that his hands were too occupied by a steaming cup of hot chocolate to keep pushing it up. Remus had tried to buy him something new, but this hat had once been Sirius, and Remus was pretty sure Julian hadn’t taken it off even once since he’d been gifted it three weeks ago.

“I lost my gloves?”

“Is that a question or a statement, buddy?” Remus huffed a laugh.

Julian pulled his lower lip between his teeth, a habit he’d had since he was toddler. He twisted his whole body as she scanned the floor around him, almost knocking a tankard of mulled cider clean out of somebody’s hands.

“Watch it, kid.”

“Oh,” Julian squeaked. “Sorry.”

Remus felt himself stand taller, squaring his shoulders. The incident had been Julian’s fault, but the gruff admonishment had been entirely unnecessary. He watched as the broad-shouldered man glared at Julian. Just let it go, dude. It’s Christmas. Don’t make me ruin it.

“Yeah, well, watch yourself in -”

“He said he was sorry,” Sirius bit out the words, his arm remaining firm around Remus’ waist as he spoke.

The man looked up properly, eyes widening as he took the two of them in. “Oh, Shit. Sorry, man. I -” he stammered. Remus didn’t need the quick glance at his fiancé to know the steely gaze set on his face. Seasoned hockey players struggled not to cower under it, and this man was no different. “Hey! Could I get an -”

Remus was glad Julian wouldn’t recognise the string of expletives that left Sirius’ mouth.

“Come on, Julian. I will buy you some new gloves.”

“You’re going to spoil him, Sirius.”

Sirius grinned, “And what are little brother’s for, if not for spoiling?”

***

“Look!” Julian said, stabbing his finger towards the ice rink, his hands now clad in a brand-new pair of mittens – scarlet to match his beanie, of course. “Can we go? Please?”

Remus gave a tight smile as he took in the crowded rink. People of all ages stumbled around, pushing off on their blades with a precarious wobble, each step uneasy like a new-born fawn. “We have ice all to ourselves at home,” he tried.

"It's not the same." Julian looked past Remus to Sirius and Remus knew the argument was already lost.

"It's not the same," Sirius agreed. Remus raised an eyebrow, barely containing a knowing shake of his head. "Don't be a Grinch, mon Loup."

"So is that a yes?"

"Ouais," Sirius said. He shifted, adjusting the trinket laden tote on his shoulder. "I can take him if you really don't want to come?"

Remus set his eyes back on the rink, the line to get on growing steadily by the second. The loud, high pitched warbles of an overly embellished cover of Jingle Bell Rock blared from huge speakers, and the blue hue of artificial lighting was giving him a headache even from this distance. "No," he said with a resigned sigh. "I'll come."

It was exactly the nightmare Remus had envisioned, but Julian's beaming smile was worth it. He tried not to think about how many sweaty feet had been squeezed into the skates as he tugged them on.

"I always forget how uncomfortable these things are," Sirius grumbled.

"Regrets?"

"Non." Sirius tipped his head in Julian's direction. He stood a few feet away, practically vibrating with the effort it seemed to be taking to obey Remus' instruction of not running off. "He deserves these memories."

"You do too," Remus said, already scanning the ice. There had been several notice boards as they'd wound through the long line - No cameras on the ice. Professional photography available. He was well aware the photos would be overpriced and taken by underpaid college students, but he wanted one. "Let's go and show these amateurs how it's done." He clapped his hands together, raising his voice for Julian to hear.

"Sirius! I can skate so fast now, I've been practising!"

'We're still working on the modesty," Remus muttered with a small laugh. Sirius' nudge caught him off guard, making him stumble on his skates.

"Thought you were a pro," Sirius teased. "I bet you're faster than your brother now, Jules! I'll race you."

"You can't race here! You're going to get us kicked -" Remus let the sentence trail off into silence, Sirius long gone. So far they'd mostly managed to navigate the crowds with some anonymity, most people weren't looking out for Sirius Black and Remus Lupin on their annual trip to the winter markets after all. Remus had a funny feeling they were about to bust their own cover. Maybe he could just cut that photo of Sirius and Julian from the morning copy of tomorrow's newspaper.

#coops #remus lupin #julian lupin #sirius black #rating: t #cw: food #sweater weather #lumosinlove

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years

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linger

listen before you read!

robert plant xfem!oc

warnings : drug use, swearing, trucklot of angst ;)

word count : 2.1k

an: was listening to ‘linger’ by the cranberries and I couldn’t pass up this angsty idea I got 😎 timeline is off but yolo ig...

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Sloane leaned down to the table to take an extra line for her pre-performance nerves. She felt a little more nervous today, this particular concert being one of the largest yet. She was the front woman of The CAPs, who were opening for Led Zeppelin for their summer of ‘69 tour. This was exactly the break the band needed, finally getting recognition for all their talent and hard work over the last two years.

She applied a little powder to her face, and patted on her classic red lipstick to her slightly chapped lips. Securing the clasps of her platform red heels, she shook her body in hopes of shaking away her anxious jitters. Once she had finished her body-shaking ritual, she walked out from the wings of the stage.

As she walked across to centre stage, wind blowing through the holes of her white crochet dress. The crowd cheered loudly as the band waved to them.

“How’s everyone doin’ today? It’s so hot today, my boobs are sweating off!” She greeted the crowd with her bubbly nature. Adjusting the mic stand to her height, she continued to address the huge crowd. “Today’s set list will have a slight adjustment to it, we’re starting off with a new song I wrote just last night. It’s a little softer than our other music, so just sit back- or should I say lean back on the person behind you - and relax. This is called ‘Linger’ "

While she was speaking to the crowd, a teenage roadie ran onto the stage and placed a stool, for Sloane to sit on, and disappeared again in a heartbeat. The crowd, didn’t even take notice of the young boy, entranced with the tawny blonde singer as usual.

Sloane sat down, crossed her legs and nodded toward Rory, to begin. Rory started picking a simple guitar melody on his trusty Gibson acoustic, the first guitar he ever picked up. Sloane swayed lightly to the rhythm, eyes on the horizon above the crowd. Soon after, Marshall joined in with quiet, but strong beat on drums. At the same time, Oscar added the baseline to the song.

Taking a deep breath, Sloane began the song.

If you, If you could return, Don’t let it burn, Don’t let it fade, I’m sure I’m not being rude, It’s just your attitude, It’s tearing me apart, It’s ruining every day

I swore, I swore I would be true, But honey so did you, So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? We’re you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

Sloane sang gently, her eyes closed with a pained look on her face. She thought back to the day before, when everything fell apart.

———

“Sloane, honey, please tell me what’s wrong! You’re being so closed off with me today!” Robert pleaded, grabbing her hand while she was walking away. Sloane yanked her hand away and walked towards an empty storeroom in the hotel corridor.

“Don’t get any ideas, we need to talk privately” Sloane commanded as she entered into the storeroom. It had barely enough space for both of them to fit, being crammed full with towels and bedsheets.

“Please, love, jus’ tell me what’s bothering you, I wanna make you happy”

“Oh fuck off Robert, you’re so fake and a liar. These past couple of months have all been a lie!”

“What’re talkin’ about? I have never lied to you once”

“Seriously? ‘I’ve never lied to you’? Are you actually for real right now? Do you know what I just found out Robert? You’re fucking married! And she’s coming here tonight! You didn’t think I would deserve to know that!” She yelled, ignoring her previous statement about keeping this private.

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared okay? I have never felt like this before with anyone else. All the groupies were just for sex, but when I met you I had fallen for you Slo, you make me a better person in every way”

“I don’t care how I make you feel, you’re still married! With kids! How would they feel if they found out their father was in a relationship with a woman other than their mother? I can’t believe you did this to me willingly, even after I told you what happened with my parents. That messed me up, seeing my father with another woman, and leaving my mother for her. Never seeing him again, choosing his new family over me and my siblings. That hurts me the most Robert, you knew my history and you ignored it!” Sloane cried out, tears falling freely on her face, running her dark eye makeup.

“I never meant to hurt you love, you mean so much to me. I just didn’t think- I never fuckin think, but I my feelings were so strong for you, I never thought about Maureen, I’m shamed to admit it” Robert plead, guilt weighing on his conscience. He reached out to wipe her tears away, but Sloane turned her head, the same pained look on her face.

“We’re done. I can’t stay with someone who could forget about their own wife and kids, and forget to tell their girlfriend that she’s actually a mistress. Goodbye” Sloane said, pushing her way out of the cramped closet, before running to the elevator at the end of the hall.

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But I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Sloane sang emotionally, a single tear escaped her tear duct. She took the break for guitar solo to take a couple deep breathes, and to calm her heightened emotions down.

Oh, I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong, I was wrong

If you, if you could get by, Trying not to lie, Things wouldn’t be so confused, And I wouldn’t feel so used, But you always knew, I just want to be with you

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Sloane sat at the large round table, sipping her wine. The two bands had just completed all the concerts in France, and were having a celebratory dinner for the night. The lights were dim in the fancy restaurant, but Sloane could still see the heartbreaking sight of Maureen and Robert cozying up to eachother. She longed to be the one Robert was dedicated to, to be his Maureen, to be the one who sipped on his beer instead of her wine for a change, to rest her hand on his knee. She wished to be the one who would sleep with him in bed each night, without a worry of cheating or unfaithfulness. Her heart was also broken for Maureen, she was so inlove with Robert, as was he with her. She was also probably the greatest mother out there, being a single parent for a lot of the year.

Sloane switched her focus from the smitten couple, to Marshall and John Bonham's discussion on gongs, congas and all exotic drums.

Everything had been going so well, the concerts each night going to wonderfully, the bands got on great together. Even all the touring crew and management got on well with eachother. It was like one, big, slightly dysfunctional family.

Sloane wished she could vent to one of her bandmates about her case of ill fated love, but she knew if she told any of the CAP boys, tension would arise between the bands, and she simply couldn't bear to break the harmony.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I feel a bit ill and I think it would be best if I went to my room” Sloane announced, rising from her chair. She briefly locked eyes with Robert, before averting her eyes that threatened to fill with tears.

“Are you sure you’re okay Slo? I can come up and look after you if you feel faint or anything?” Rory asked genuinely, concerned for his little sister, he noticed she had been a little less bubbly than normal today.

“I’m fine Ror, I’ll think being on the go and travelling for the last couple of months has caught up with me. I’ll call you if I need you. Love you” she said, hugging him tightly.

“Love you, stay safe sis”

A chorus of goodbyes were heard as she left the table and walked out of the brassiere restaurant.

As soon as she entered her large room, she decided to clean up her stuff in order to distract herself. She folded all her clothes, tucked all her shoes into her suitcase, and cleaned up her makeup station on the vanity, placing the assortment of beauty products in the black makeup bag she owned.

After she was done cleaning, she ordered a couple bottles of wine, with some croissant from room service, taking advantage of the readily available French delicacies.

Lowering herself into the warm bubble bath she ran while waiting for her room service, her mind wandered to the whole situation, creating lyrics in her head. Luckily she brought her songbook, so there was no need to get out of the bath in search for it. She poured her heart out into the lyrics. After finishing the lyrics up, she soaked for a little longer, until she felt herself pruning and wrapped the fuzzy bath robe around herself.

She was about to turn off her bedside light to sleep, when she heard a light knock on the door. Her head scrambled, trying to figuring out who it was. Must be Rory checking up on me she thought. Opening the door, her heart skipped a beat at the visitor.

“Sloane let me-“

“Robert, please, I told you we were over”

“Will you let me speak, I need to talk to you”

Sloane stepped aside from the door, letting him in. She guided him to the seating area of the room, not wanting to risk being near the bed.

“Uh, d’want tea or something?” Sloane asked the blonde man, the air heavy with awkward tension.

“Yeah sure, love. That’d be great” Robert answered warmly.

“So, what do you want to say” Sloane asked, pushing his tea on front of him.

“Sloane, I’m sorry. I still do love you and I hate that I fucked everything up. I was just so infatuated- I still am, and I regret that I made you feel upset. I just want to say sorry”

“I- I still love you too Robert, it wasn’t just one sided, I really thought you were the one”

“Sloane, I don’t know what to say… If- if you ask me to, I will. I want you. I want to be yours.”

“Robert- I. I can’t do that. As much as I want to love you and be with you, I can’t be a homewrecker. I’ve seen the way you are with Maureen, you love her. I know in my gut that you’re better off with her. She loves you and deserves you 100%” Sloane’s face was wet with tears.

“Uh, okay. I’m sorry love, I really wish I didn’t fuck up our relationship. I really hope that one day we can be friends again, when you’re ready” Robert got up to leave, but was stopped when Sloane grabbed his hand.

“There’s a part of me that will always love you Robert. This was wonderful while it lasted” She spoke with a sad smile on her face.

Robert squeezed her hand in agreement, before exiting the room.

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And I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Oh I’m in so deep, You know I still have love for you, My love has wrapped me round your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have? Do you have to let it linger?

The CAPs finished their song, and Sloane stood up to thank the crowd.

“Robert, darling, there you are. Was that singer at the dinner last night?” Maureen asked warmly to her husband, joining him in the wings.

“Uh, yeah, but she left early because of travel sickness y’know the sort” Robert answered absentmindedly, his deep blue eyes trained on the lead singer, who was preparing for the next song in the band’s set list.

“I must have missed her. She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? I love that song she just sang, great voice” Maureen mused, admiring Sloane’s confidence , akin to her husbands.

“Yeah, yeah she is. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out”

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my first Robert fic!!! I’m more of a Jimmy girl, but I love the golden god too (Leo men <3)

as always, any criticism/ideas are welcome in my inbox or comments 🤍

tag list : @dreamersdrowse @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @princesspagey ask me if you would like to be added!!

#classic rock #led zeppelin #robert plant #robert plant x reader #my fic tag #frans fics #golden god

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iwanttobeyourwonderwoman · 3 years

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I can barely breathe when you are near.

I’m just gonna say I totally loved the show. Mad love.

And in case you haven’t figure it out yet, or watched the show to get it, I’m talking about Ginny and Georgia.

So many important topics touched on so many feelings and oh so many love triangles.

So join me as i dissect the whole show hehe .

Alright basic plot-

Young single mom Georgia and her teenage daughter Ginny, and younger son Austin, are always on the road and have now moved across the country to the small town of Wellsbury, Massachusetts from Texas, where they encounter a whole load of quirky characters. Ginny, who never had friends, slowly starts fitting in with the popular sophomores, mainly her neighbour Maxine, who also has a twin brother Marcus while Georgia befriends their mother Ellen. The series follows their attempts and struggles of fitting in with the town, all while developing their own love triangles (square in Georgia’s case). And the best part is, the unfolding of Georgia’s dark past filled with teen mom struggles and a little bit of murder mystery as to how she has gotten to where she is now.

Teen mom and daughter combo again? Been there done that!

Well yes, as everyone compares it to Gilmore Girls (my personal favourite show ever) here are some similarities and differences as well as other show references.

*SPOILERS!!

It does explore that close relationship that Ginny and Georgia have, but obviously the kind of bond that Rory and Lorelai had were a lot stronger and had their own personal quirks and wit. There were often rifts in G&G’s relationship caused by the secrets of Georgia’s past as well as Ginny feeling inferior to her own mother in terms of looks and her ability to be a chameleon to fit in anywhere. Rory was more focused on her grades and was comfortable just having her few friends. Ginny on the other hand wanted to be liked and wanted to fit in with her school friends and eventually becomes part of MANG and the boys. And in the case of the mothers, Lorelai focused on raising Rory and worked her way up to eventually owning her own Inn while Georgia snuck and tiptoed her way around swindling money wherever she could but all in the best intentions of her kids more than herself, desperate to give her kids the life she never had.

Also in a way I feel like this is also similar to Jane the Virgin except of course Jane’s character is older, but if you take the standpoint of the mother-daughter relationship and love triangle(Jane/Rafael/Michael) as well as a little psychotic Murder mystery Petra vibes.

, I feel like G&G is a good mix of Gilmore and JTV.

When it comes to love interests, Ginny was stuck between boyfriend Hunter and neighbour Marcus. Sweet, innocent Hunter (my favourite character in the whole series because if you know me you’d know I’m a hopeless romantic) was pretty much Dean to Rory, while cool skater and stoner guy Marcus was Jess. And honestly I see a similar trend here where most people are Team Jess/Marcus whereas I’m team Dean/Hunter for the main fact that Dean and Hunter both treated the girls really good and I like that.

Georgia, as I mentioned was more of in a love square than a triangle, because why the hell not right? There’s Joe, the owner of the cafe where everyone spends most of their time, then there’s Mayor Paul, who Georgia pushes her way to work for to get on his good side. And then of course, Zion, Ginny’s father. Sounds a lot like Luke, Jason and Christopher doesn’t it. I love that Joe had a more interesting and different story, where it was depicted in the flashback scene where homeless young Georgia, just found out she was pregnant at a gas station and comes out to a crowd of high schoolers, which is when she meets Joe. She says to him “I’ll look you up if I’m ever in Wellsbury” Joe was already attracted to her as a teenager and doesn’t realise it’s the same Georgia he met years ago till the last episode whereas Georgia has known all this while. I don’t know about you but I feel like now Georgia has the funds to move to somewhere she aspired to be, where she knows her kids will get the best and where she received “a sandwich and a pair of raybans that changed my life” Also let me just add that Raymond Ablack (Joe) is INCREDIBLY HOT.

Moving on to Paul, Georgia is attracted to him but there is that underlying greed because Paul can provide her stability and security and power. And that is when she will finally feel like she has achieved wheat she needs to. Towards the end, she almost chooses Zion because of her deep affection for him as ‘her penguin’ as she refers to him as. Being with Zion also means she can let her guard down and relax a little, and obviously is a great father to Ginny and even Austin who isn’t even his biologically. Which also makes both guys equally good contenders for Georgia.

Another thing I love about the show is MANG. Their friendship is real, it’s not just Abby and Norah accepting Ginny because of Max. Yes Abby did throw her under the bus in the beginning but they soon became really close and never singled her out after the shoplifting incident. It wasn’t a whole case of Regina George and the plastics all over again. They didn’t care that she was different.

So I feel like Abby is a very interesting character also. I read that her character was created based on a friend of the writer. So abby puts up a very strong front when actually she is feeling quite distraught from her parents ongoing divorce as well as her own issues with body image. Abby is very petite but still is not satisfied with her body so she tapes her thighs to make them look smaller and wear tight jeans so that she can look slimmer. I the Halloween episode, Press even calls her “whale legs” and she obviously gets upset and you can see it affects her because she’s striving for such a perfect image all the time but also I feel like she has a thing for Press so that really messes her up. You can also see she does get a little jealous of Ginny and Max’s friendship but that’s mainly because she feels lonely and unheard and she ends off being estranged from Norah and Max feeling like her whole world crumbled. I really hope MANG gets to patch up. They were the ideal friend group along with the guys.

“Oppression Olympics, let’s go.”

I don’t know guys, this line really stood out to me.

Basically this is the scene in episode 8 where Ginny and Hunter argue about racism and why Ginny deserved to win that writing contest with her unique style (girl used slam poetry for goodness sake that essay was amazing!!??) But Hunter won and he is clearly the favourite of their teacher. He talks about how he is half Taiwanese and the Asian stereotypes he faces here as well as the White remarks he gets from the Asian side of his family. Ginny too says she can’t fit in because she is half Black and how this town had a very small black population and people are not sure how to look at her. I feel like touching on these topics of race was really vital to not only the show but to the actors as well. From the bts, I read that Antonia (Ginny) and Mason (Hunter) were in a room with the writer and jus spoke about the kind of remarks they have personally faced which helped develop the argument scene because it was so real and raw and quite upsetting to watch. It’s something very relatable to the audience which also just amplified that whole episode overall.

I mentioned earlier my favourite character is Hunter. I admit I have a major crush on both the actor and the fictional character. Ok so I think Hunter was a great character, a very good boyfriend too, I mean look at the way he cared for Ginny, supported her, just that unfortunately she was more attracted to Marcus in the end but also that ugly oppression olympics fight just gave his character more depth to show that Hunter wasn’t as perfect as he seemed. I think girls watching the show deserved to see what a good guy looked like. He was smart, in a band, a very caring boyfriend, popular but not cocky. If you compare to let’s say the character if Peter Kavinsky, I think Hunter made a better boyfriend. DO i also think Kavinsky is a damn dream boat? Of course I do. but then again, I thought John Ambrose was a much better guy in the TATB series. Kavinsky was originally dating another girl before the whole fake couple thing started. Whereas going back to Hunter, he already admired Ginny from the first episode and stayed truly respectful until the end of the show. And that’s something girls should see and aspire to have.

Yes I loved the song I loved the fact that he sang it for her, I am such a hopeless romantic and I absolutely hate that poor Hunter/Mason has been getting a lot of backlash for the song/character. I’ve rewatched a lot of the Hunter/Ginny scenes multiple times just because. Hunter was a good guy. Period.

So looking forward, I think a lot of important topics were touched in this show, slightly different from let’s say 13 Reasons Why, and I hope that they can continue to delve into those stories such as racism,self harm, body image and so on which really hit home for me. Important discussion topics, important for kids to see like oh hey this character is kinda like me, and if they are facing these issues, how can they get through it?

Also I need answers to all my questions - Where did Ginny go? How does Georgia get away with everything? Will MANG get back together? Does Abby have a deeper story to tell? Do Marcus and Ginny end up together? AND WHAT ABOUT MY POOR BBY HUNTER??? Lots of unanswered questions, lots of stories to dig deeper into, and so many secrets. I loved the mother l-daughter relationship, the same way I loved Lorelai and Rory’s relationship too.

I obviously totally enjoyed the show, I’ve recommended it to many friends and I hope they enjoy it as much as I do, and get more people on my Hunter Chen bandwagon hahahaha! Let’s hope for a season 2!!

Another super long post, finally done. I can move on to watching other shows now (and still constantly wish I too had cool stuff like Sophomore sleepover)

Hate you, kidding! Love you, mean it!

(just gonna leave these here because why not????)

#gituuuu #ginnyandgeorgia

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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You Know How They Say I Only Have Eyes for You? (Taywhora) - Spiritualcramp33

summary: WOOOO!! this is my first time uploading a fic here, so i hope you like it! I've been super obsessed with Taywhora recently and i have so many ideas, so hopefully you'll hear from me again soon^^

A'whora didn't know what the fuck was going on, and she couldn't find it in herself to care, either.

They'd been on a night out, but most of their friends had called cabs and left, leaving her and Tayce alone. They seemed to do that a lot, and perhaps it was intentional - it seemed as much, if Bimini's knowing smirk and snarky comments as they said their goodbyes were anything to go off of.

They'd ended up outside, A'whora being sat on the old, slightly deteriorated wooden bench just next to the pub's door, and her flatmate stood nearby having a smoke. She'd offered A'whora one, too, but she was sure that a combination of nicotine and alcohol would prove unhelpful to the hangover she was going to feel tomorrow morning.

A sound akin to tv static rung in her ears, and she watched as Tayce took a drag from her cigarette, and found herself a little too enticed by the way the smoke dissolved into the cold night as it seeped from her lips. They were slightly parted, and A'whora felt a pang of shame course through her veins at how kissable they looked.

As the smoke curled into the air, she could feel it fogging her brain - crawling into every crevice of her mind, embedding itself in her memory though A'whora tried so hard not to let it phase her. There was something about her friend that just felt so different, so unfamiliar yet so safe.

The sky was painted a deep and lifeless blue with no sign of even a single star, but A'whora took one dive into Tayce's eyes and figured that maybe she'd stolen them. They were glacial galaxies, clouds of emotion swirling around in a way that made it all too easy to read her thoughts, and there was a certain twinkle scattered throughout that looked like accidental flicks of white paint.

She thought, though, that nothing about the way the darker woman was made was accidental - she was absolutely ethereal in a way that made A'whora believe that she'd been hand crafted by the finest, a simple heaven consisting of a faint vanilla scent and strawberry chapstick and everything good in the world.

She knew her adoration was smothered all over her face - in her eyes, her smile, the crimson tint dusted across her usually pale cheeks - but she was tipsy on rum and coke and giddy on dumb romance, and with the way her thumped in her chest, she didn't think she could hide it if she tried.

She had to admit it stung, though - the affection seemed painfully unrequited. Sure, Tayce would laugh at A'whora's jokes, and sometimes on nights out they'd share a kiss or two, and sometimes she'd get all touchy in a way that she didn't with anyone else. But she reckoned those were just platonic, friendly things.

right?

"what're you thinking about, boo?"

Tayce's voice shattered the fragile fantasy she'd (once again) found herself indulging in, and the cold air of reality hit for the first time in forever, though it'd probably been around 7 minutes. She blinked away the remaining fragments of the thoughts that plagued her mind and thought of an appropriate reply that wouldn't be a blatant confession of her feelings.

"it's not like it matters"

Well. If A'whora planned on keeping it cool then she'd just fucked it right up, hadn't she? Smashed a bloody gaping hole into her stoic armour, her own voice so rich in vulnerability that it caused her to repress a shiver.

"'course it matters, rory. what's up?"

She let out a jagged breath at the pure concern in the other girl's voice - the words sounded as if they were coated in golden honey, pronounced in a way that could have her a puddle on the floor within minutes, but they were laced with such unwavering affection that A'whora was sure her blush was visible from a mile away.

If Tayce noticed, though, she didn't say anything. She simply watched, her gentle gaze analysing the blonde infront of her in a way that made A'whora sink back into her coat with insecurity.

"i don't know...I'm just-" her breath hitched. There were thousands of words to choose from, and she wanted to say all of them, yet every one she tried to say seemed to die in her throat. It felt as if her blood had turned to stone.

Her mind trailed as she entertained the notion, and she wondered what it'd look like. An ants nest of veins, perhaps, grey and dull but in an almost poetic way - she thought that it would be the rawest form of vulnerability possible, and she thought that maybe her love for the brunette ran so deep that even just the way the veins connected and branched out like spiderwebs was telling enough.

"you're just..?"

"I'm just tired" the words escaped without a second thought, mingling with the air. She studied the other girl's expression with reluctant curiosity, anticipation dancing in her own eyes as she waited for her friend's response.

"of what?"

Sobriety hit like a brick to a glass house when Tayce's jaw tightened. A malicious dread pricked at her heart and she was rendered silent for a while, her eyelashes fluttering as she opted to look at the cold, wet ground instead.

Neither spoke, yet there seemed to be a mutual understanding that some things were better left unsaid.

"we should go home. will you book a cab?"

A'whora's head felt fuzzy as she stepped through the door into her apartment, tayce following suit shortly after. She tossed her bag to the side nonchalantly, the contents rattling as they hit the floor in a way that caused the blonde to flinch.

She had rushed upstairs before Tayce could even comprehend what was happening, quickly removing her makeup and falling onto her bed with a defeated sigh. She felt like shit - it was as if ants were crawling around beneath her skin.

Her brain was putty, no, liquid thoughts, and they swirled around in her head in a way that was deafening but also so, so inexplicably quiet - so much so that they began to lose their sense, an amalgamation of incoherent thoughts that screamed only one thing - Tayce.

It was then that she heard a faint knock at the door. Speak of the devil.

"come in"

The door creaked open gradually, a slither of light from the landing slicing into the dimly lit room, proving to be a stark contrast that A'whora had never really seemed to notice before.

Tayce looked vulnerable, worn down - she had removed her makeup and thrown on an oversized hoodie and some shorts, and the image was so innocuous that the pale girl could feel her heart jump.

she tiptoed towards the bed, her movements so gentle and delicate that they made A'whora feel (and probably look) like a bull in a china shop. She took a seat next to the blonde, their arms brushing against eachother gently, and A'whora's brain short-circuited, shooting sparks throughout her body that made her feel electric.

"what's wrong, babe? you're being all weird on me. i can't have that"

The paler girl's eyes flickered shut as she words left Tayce's lips, lingering the air and clinging to A'whora's lungs as she breathed it in slowly. She shuffled on the bed so that she was facing her friend now and, despite her sobriety (or maybe because of it, she didn't really know), she found herself willing to confess the one thing that'd been eating at her for months, festering under her skin and wearing down her bones until they felt like they were made of glass.

"Tayce" the word came out almost inaudible, barely above a whisper if at all, and Tayce's hands soon found themselves clung to A'whora's, sending a small shiver down her spine at how cold they were.

"rory, you can tell me anything" the words were laced with sincerity - strung together with golden threats of intimacy, one that they shared often but didn't dare to vocalize until now.

It'd always loitered in the atmosphere, sometimes making itself known in form of a needy hug or peck on the cheek or maybe even a drunken kiss, but it never seemed to come up in conversation - well, Lawrence had pointed their - as she'd say - 'seckshul tenshun' out a fistful of times, but it'd always been brushed off as playful.

well, it was now or never. A'whora's breaths were ragged and her brows furrowed together as her mind scrambled frantically to get her words together until-

"Tayce, i think I'm in love with you"

fuck.

Hot tears pricked at her eyes the second it'd been said - it felt like a weight had been lifted, a secret that'd been pushing against her chest for months, slowly but surely asphyxiating her until, on some days, she found it hard to breathe when Tayce was on her mind.

When the brunette didn't reply, A'whora's conscience was immediately obscured by paranoia, completely deactivating her ability to think clearly for just a split second, until she felt a warm hand rest on her jaw, and she slowly blinked away the blurry tears to see Tayce leaning in ever so slowly, lips parted in a way that A'whora couldn't refuse (it's not like she ever would, anyway).

She wasted no time in closing the gap between them, and it was like the world around her had went up in flames. Her head was getting swimmy as she melted into the kiss which, in turn, deepened it.

Tayce tilted her head to the side slightly, opening her lips in a silent plead and A'whora obliged, their tongues finally meeting, dancing to a silent melody only they could hear, and the blonde thought she didn't want to taste anything else for the rest of her life. She tasted like sugar and caramel and all of A'whora's favourite things, excluding the faint traces of alcohol on their breaths.

When they finally broke apart, a dumb smile was plastered on Tayce's face as she pressed her forehead against her housemate's. A'whora couldn't help but return the smile - she'd yearned for so long, wanted and wanted until she finally felt it. Warmth engulfed her body, and her housemate's touch felt like fire as the brunette's fingers held a firm grip on her arm.

A'whora thought she might've burned her, but she wouldnt have minded - the feeling lingered seconds after Tayce's fingers had departed, but when the blonde looked down, she saw no trace of the contact on her arm, and a content sigh escaped her kiss-swollen lips.

Tayce thought it was obvious, that vocalizing such a thing was painfully unnecessary, but she couldn't stop herself when she spoke, the words breathy and quiet and brimming with affection;

"i think I'm in love with you, too"

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #tayce #a'whora #taywhora #fluff #angst #(if you squint)#friends to lovers #roommate au #lesbian au #spiritualcramp33

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Dr. Lauren Beach was 14 years old when she/they first came out as bisexual. Beach revealed the truth to friends and curious classmates at her/their suburban Michigan high school. The reactions varied, but not many were affirming.

"I experienced a lot of people who eroticized my attraction to femme people. It's like, 'oh, you're bi. That's so hot,'" says Beach, who has a Ph.D. in molecular, cellular, developmental biology and genetics.

Other friends asked Beach if she/they were doing it for attention. Beach says only three people, including Beach, at her/their school were openly out as queer. Instead of being embraced by them, Beach received flak for her/their sexuality.

"One of the other people there who was queer was like, 'You're a fence sitter! You're a switcher. You can't be trusted, you might date men after dating me," recalls Beach.

This kind of biphobia, which perpetuates stereotypes, hatred, and prejudices about bisexual people, is not uncommon — even (or sometimes especially) within the queer community. Stigma against bisexual people stems from a larger culture of homophobia, Rory Gory, digital marketing manager of the Trevor Project, an LGBTQ youth suicide prevention and crisis intervention organization, wrote in an email to Mashable.

"Since bisexuals often move between straight and queer spaces, they are subjected to both homophobia and biphobia," Gory explains.

Bisexual people make up a sizable population within the LGBTQ community, given more than 50 percent of queer people in America identify as bisexual, according to the Williams Institute. The think tank does research on sexual orientation and gender identity to ensure stereotypes don't influence laws, policies, and judicial decisions. To be clear, bisexuality means a person is attracted to more than one gender. It doesn't mean bisexual people are more sexually active than others or going through a phase (two common myths).

As a teenager, Beach bought into stereotypes about bi people. But now 22 years later, she/they are a professor at Northwestern University where she/they focus on the health of bisexual people and works to dispel myths about them. Additionally, Beach co-founded the Chicago Bisexual Health Task Force, a coalition that advances the heath equity of bisexual people.

Mashable spoke with Beach, and representatives from advocacy organizations such as the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), GLAAD, and the Trevor Project to learn about the unique challenges bisexual people face and how to be an ally.

1. View bisexual people as individuals

It's easy to lump a single group together but resist that trap. Like anyone else, bisexual people are individuals and their personalities and preferences vary. As Beach says, "there's not one single experience of bisexuality."

For example, Beach is asexual or ace. This means Beach doesn't experience sexual attraction, but she/they are romantically attracted to people across the gender spectrum. One can be both asexual and bi, with some asexual people preferring to identify as biromantic. Although many asexual people are not interested in having sex, some may choose to engage in sexual activity; asexual people can have varied preferences and experiences. Beach's experience doesn't mean all bisexual people feel the same way.

Getting to know more bisexual people can help scrub away your pre-conceived notions. You could already have friends who are bisexual and not know it. Be open about your intentions to learn so you can tear down your misconceptions about bisexual people, Beach recommends.

"You'd be surprised by how many people are like 'Oh, I'm actually bi. Let's talk," says Beach. "From understanding the breadth of experience, you personalize people."

2. Challenge negative stereotypes

As you expand your knowledge about bisexual people, speak up when you hear people perpetuating harmful misperceptions. Sometimes we don't even know we've absorbed negative stereotypes if we're not informed, says Mackenzie Hart, coordinator of GLAAD's Media Institute, which advises media, television, and film professionals on accurate LGBTQ representation.

An easy way to interject when you hear a myth about bisexual people is to say, "Actually, that's not true, my friend who is bisexual does not fit that stereotype," suggests Hart. It can also help to arm yourself with accurate statistics to further back up what you're saying, says Madeleine Roberts, HRC's assistant press secretary. HRC is a helpful resource for these stats.

"Barsexual" is a hurtful label often used to demean bisexual people. It refers to the incorrect belief that bisexual people will only interact with certain genders when they are intoxicated, explains Hart. It upholds the myth that bisexual women are actually straight as it implies they only flirt or make out with women when drunk. It also contributes to bi erasure, which GLAAD says happens when "the existence or legitimacy of bisexuality (either in general or in regard to an individual) is questioned or denied outright."

You should also push back against the harmful stereotypes that bisexuals can't be trusted to commit to a relationship, says Gory. "Embrace bisexuals as valid members of the [LGBTQ] community, rather than referring to them as 'allies' of the community."

Additionally, you can be an ally by understanding certain words and promoting proper usage. For example, you can clarify the difference between bisexual and bi+. Bi+ is an umbrella term inclusive of people who are pan, queer, fluid, and those who don't prefer labels. Use the full acronym of LGBTQ rather than gay as an umbrella term for queer people, explains Roberts. By taking these steps, you can "create spaces where people are hearing these words," says Hart.

3. Healthcare providers need to educate themselves

One time, a clinician asked Beach how many sex partners she/they had.

"I was like, OK, what do you mean by sex?" says Beach. The practitioner questioned why Beach would ask this. Beach told the clinician she/they are bisexual and, therefore, needed clarification about what sexual behavior she was referring to.

"She got really uncomfortable and said 'deep vaginal penetration,'" says Beach. "She started off guessing. She said, "you seem like a nice girl. So what is it, like one or two people?"" says Beach. The provider then said, “So, what you’re saying is more than 30 or 40 people.”

"It shows how someone [in a healthcare setting] can make this jump based on biphobic stereotypes of what my sexual behavior would be,” explains Beach.

After that encounter, Beach never went back to that doctor. To this day, Beach doesn’t have a designated primary care provider.

“I have to work up the emotional energy to want to go put myself through that potential experience," Beach says about seeking out healthcare.

Beach's experience isn't uncommon. Biphobia may discourage bisexual people from going to the doctor, with 39 percent of bisexual men and 33 percent of bisexual women reporting that they didn't disclose their sexual orientation to any medical provider, according to a 2012 study by the Williams Institute. Comparably, 13 percent of gay men and 10 percent of lesbians did not share their sexual orientation with a doctor.

Providers shouldn't presume anyone's sexual behavior because they know their sexual identity, says Beach. Hart echoes this advice. A doctor once asked Hart, "Are you seeing anyone?" Hart said no. She then asked, "If you were seeing anyone, would you be seeing a woman, a man, either, or other?" It wasn't perfect, Hart says, but asking open-ended questions that are inclusive of gender nonconforming people made Hart comfortable enough to see her again.

"Even if you aren't sure of certain words... you can make it clear you aren't going to be judgmental and you understand there's a wide array of experiences," says Hart.

4. Uplift bisexual people of color

Roberts recommends following prominent bi+ people of color on social media such as singer and actor Janelle Monáe, NFL player Ryan Russell, writer and transgender rights activist Raquel Willis, and politician Andrea Jenkins to become familiar with their lives. The next step is to share their stories with your friends and family.

At last year's Academy Awards, actor Rami Malek won Best Actor for his portrayal of British singer Freddie Mercury. Malek described Mercury as gay during his acceptance speech but Mercury was actually bisexual. Willis called out the bi erasure in a tweet.

Of the four people Roberts listed, two (Willis and Jenkins) are transgender. Just like one can be asexual and bi, one can also be transgender and bi. In 2015, the National Center for Transgender Equality surveyed 27,715 transgender people from every state and D.C., U.S. territories, and U.S. military bases abroad and 14 percent of respondents described their sexual orientation as bisexual.

To ensure you're not erasing transgender bi+ people's identities, always use inclusive language like "siblings" instead of "brothers and sisters," says Roberts, when addressing people as if they're family. This guarantees you're not assuming every bi+ person (or anyone generally) identifies as either male or female.

Taking into account the role intersectionality plays in the lives of bi+ people is important — especially when you're looking to amplify their voices.

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While you're looking into rps can we talk about Devereux Academy for a minute? A basic look at their main and rules reveals Kristin Stewart as an FC but she's asked repeatedly not to be used in rp, people getting originally tested for being Dom Switch or sub at 17, the rp wording is almost an exact replica of another rp that ran for a while, and they are allowing the Motta family to be whitewashed with a white Robert Pattinson FC. I'm sure theres more i was just too disgusted to keep looking.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been told to take a look at @devereuxacademy or heard about it being problematic. I can’t tell you about the dash and I’m not going to troll through everyone’s blogs, so if there is something on the dash that anyone would like to share with me (problematic plots, not tagging triggers, admin behavior,etc) then feel free to send another ask.

More than one person came to me when this rp first hit the tags, asking if I thought they had stolen parts of their rp. I reported this by answering multiple different asks about it and they never responded, which is very telling. Honestly, I think they did. Intentionally or not, they do have a lot of parts of other, existing roleplays in their plot and there are so many copy and pasted things that it looks to be done on purpose. You can say, “but it’s a D/s academy rp and there’s only so many ways to rp in a school, so of course it looks similar to other rps of the same genre” except for the part where even academy rps have their own unique plot points, including the history of the world, social economics, and the school as well as the history of the administration. And that wasn’t the last time it was brought to my attention, or the only reason. I do see it, if we’re looking for my opinion on the matter of stolen plot content. I can see at least three different roleplays that were already in the tags for a long time, weaved together to make this group. I don’t really see anything that is original in the plot or worldview info, aside from maybe the intense details on IVF as the reason for there being so many triplets. Don’t quote me on that, though, it may have been used before. I just haven’t seen it.

It weirds me out that they have all of their characters being thrust into nsfw situations before 18, with what should be an 18+ concept like BDSM, and at the same time they’re a discord rp as well as a tumblr rp. It says on their application that the characters are tested to find out which mark they are at 17. That��s a minor, being tested in a nsfw way because however you slice it BDSM and D/s are nsfw and nobody under the age of 18 can legally or morally be allowed to even dip a single toe in and that includes taking a test to find out what kinks they like and whether they’re going to want to be catching or receiving when it comes to sex. It just makes me wonder what’s being hidden in the discord. I’d also like to mention that they do have the option to play teachers as well as students, which is just weird and gross to me in this instance. The content is nsfw, clearly some students are going to get with teachers. It’s weird enough when it’s a sfw college rp and students do not smut with teachers, but being a teacher is a respectable character choice so I can see why you’d want to do it. If you were going to focus on talking to other teachers and developing plots with other teachers. In this instance though... the power dynamic between teachers and students are way different and there is a sexual overtone automatically because this is a kinky smut rp. You can also play a character as young as 21, which just makes me hope there are no relationships being written out by naive 21 year olds with their 30-40-50+, way more mature, could be their parent teacher. That might sound like I’m making up something that would never happen, but I have seen someone try to play a 62 year old lesbian that was predatory towards 19 year olds and even claimed one in a D/s rp like this. We all know how Glee rps work, we all know this line has already been crossed. We all also know why that’s gross- it’s an abuse of power and there is no way that a teacher/student dynamic could be cute because there will always be a sense of one person being way more mature than the other and being in a seat of power. Another reason to wonder what’s being hidden on this discord.

There are incorrectly casted families. In particular, I’m seeing POC families with fcs that should not belong because they do not match. I’d really like to know how it is that two Filipino girls and a black girl are twins. As a general note to the admins, you can’t erase half of someone’s ethnicity either. There are other families where one or more character is half right but also half wrong in an offensive way. And some families that are just wrong. I do give them props on some of this being right, but that doesn’t erase the other problems. You can’t whitewash people. Not all Asians are the same. Not all Latinx people are the same. Brown people aren’t interchangeable. Let me just list these so they’re easier to fix:

In the Adams family, Alex Newell is African-American but the fc has a sister that’s British, Polish and Caribbean. That might be picking at straws but I always find it offensive when people pick and choose how to group ethnicities- like deciding all Asians are the same so they can be related. Either way, she’s over half white which doesn’t match up.

Laura Harrier is Rachel Berry, she is half black and half white with Jewish background so that’s a really nice choice but then she’s twins with two Haliee Steinfeld fcs? Hailee who is Filipino... She’s also been accused of using the N word and being racist so she’s on a lot of people’s banned lists for the same reasons as Lea Michele.

Brianna Tju is in a Chinese family but she’s half Indonesian. She’s also a Disney Channel star, so some people find that problematic from the start, because most of her resources are from kid’s shows at an age that is too young to be roleplaying. She’s only 22 now, which is old enough to rp, however the only real resources she has are from something that aired in 2015 and was likely filmed in 2014 or earlier. When she was definitely a minor.

Kaya Scoldelario is Brazilian. She’s whitewashed by being placed in the Clarington family.

Zoe Deutch is Jewish. Her siblings are Matthew Daddario (Slovak, Italian, Irish, Hungarian, and English) and Haley Lu Richardson, who has a white background that doesn’t include Jewish. This is the Corcoran family as well, which should be Jewish, since they’re all related to Idina Menzel.

Victoria Pedretti is Jewish and she’s in the very white Evans family.

None of the older Fabrays are Jewish, and Ashley Johnson is Native American but also somehow a twin of the white Frannie Fabray.

Principal Figgins is played by someone that is Pakistani but the Figgins on the masterlist is played by Dev Patel, who is Gujarati Indian.

Tyler Hoechlin is also partially Native American, but he is placed in the Flangan (Irish, like straight out of Ireland) family that has Rory recast as Thomas Dogherty (Scottish) with an Ariana Grande (Italian) twin as well.

Kristen Stewart is on the masterlist but she has asked numerous times not to be used in roleplay because it makes her uncomfortable. I just covered this for another roleplay, and I’ve seen other people mention it, so it’s common knowledge at this point. She has been saying this for a long time. She’s also placed as the twin of Danielle Campbell, who is Mexican and Cajun French while Kristen is just white and the canon family member (Gilbert, so Adam Lambert) is Jewish.

Zendaya is also placed as a twin to Samantha Ware. Zendaya is mixed race, half black and half white, while Samantha is black.

Yvette Monreal is the twin to Demi Lovato. Yvette is Chilean. Demi is Mexican and Portuguese.

Avan Jogia is a Hart, but he is Gujarati Indian and white. He would be a better family relation to Dev Patel than anyone else on the masterlist and vice versa. As a refresher, Samuel Larsen (the canon fc for the Hart family) is Mexican, Danish, Spanish and Persian.

Maddison Jaizani is Iranian, but she’s listed as a Holliday which makes her related to Gwyneth Paltrow... a blonde, white woman.

Jacob Elordia is Basque and his sibling on the masterlist is Marie Avgeropoulos, a Greek actress.

Rafael Silva is Brazilian, but he is a Lopez triplet, related to a Mexican-Irish sister (Lindsay Morgan) and a Mexican-Jewish sister (Alexa Demie).

Sugar Motta is played by Vanessa Lengies on Glee, an Egyptian actress. Her family is whitewashed with two white fcs, Kelli Berglung and Robert Pattinson.

Kaylee Byrant is Japanese but she is twin to Madison Beer (Jewish) and Daisy Ridley (white).

The Puckerman family has lost its Jewish heritage. The only two on Noah’s side are Adelaide Kane (white) and Luke Pasqualino (Italian). Jake Puckerman has been recast as Justice Smith, who is half black and half white but is not Jewish. His sister is Samantha Logan who is half Trinidadian and half white and Pauline Singer, who is full Fijian.

Antonia Gentry is cast as a Weston. She is Jamaican, her listed twin is half white and half African-American. The newest acceptance for a Weston is for an African American fc.

Lili Reinhart is on the masterlist, but she’s problematic. She’s defended the abusive behavior of her cast mate, Cole Sprouse, who was very publicly accused of sexual assault and abuse. She’s also been accused of blackface annnnnnnd she’s used queer baiting to get people to watch the show. (She teased a girl on girl relationship publicly, telling people to watch the show because they might finally get to see something between Betty and Veronica, knowing that the fans wanted it, but then when she was asked about it in a later interview she scoffed and acted like it was absolutely impossible and would never happen, some would say she even sounded offended by the thought-- which is what everyone got mad at Melissa Benoist for doing with Supergirl.)

David Corenswet is Jewish, cast with Emily Browning as a sister, who is not.

I applaud the Brazilian change for Lauren Zizes, but Ashley Fink was a welcome representation of plus size actresses and the new fc is less than half her size. She’s still plus size technically, but she’s “model plus size,” which is not at all the same as Lauren’s body type. I ran this by someone that this change would affect and they were not pleased. They were the one that pointed this out to me, because it bothered them as a plus size person to see one of the few plus size characters recasted with a skinnier fc.

Dove Cameron is also on the masterlist, but she’s on a bunch of people’s banned lists. She replied to a fan that said they wanted her to notice them that they were stupid and had no life if that was one of their goals. She’s been rude to cast and crew on set. Dove has also been accused of throwing a fit and making the writers change the Descendants script to take the relationship that was written out for a black actress. She’s being accused of yellow fishing, which I believe is the term for trying to look Asian. She wore a Native American headdress in a cultural appropriation type of way. She’s been accused of being fatphobic and hiding behind photoshop on her social media while saying she doesn’t photoshop, so she’s giving off a false sense of reality to her fans. She’s been talking badly about someone that is trying to get their sexual assault story out there. The latest thing that’s come out about her is a rant about how mental health isn’t real and that people just need to logic their way out of depression? Which would be coming from a seat of high privilege. She wrote a series of tweets on the topic, calling negative mental health and the feelings they cause “a choice.” There’s a whole hashtag on Tumblr for her.

I’m not at all surprised to see that all of the diverse characters are open. No Artie, no Unique- who could definitely be recast as an actual trans woman, now that we’re living in the age of recasting for reasons of problematic natures- if we can have a new Puck, new Finn, new Rachel, and new Santana why not an appropriate Unique? She is literally the only canon trans woman, why not treat her with respect? They recasted Cooper to better fit the proper ethnicity, so...

#glee rph #glee rp #glee twin rp #glee multiples rp #smut rp #ds rp #kink rp #rph #rpcw #rpcha #sebastian answers #devereuxacademy #Anonymous

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I feel like the "who is Christopher" argument has become so torn down mainly because of ASP's main intention for Rory to mirror her mother's life and trajectory, only in a different way, and because a lot of Logan fans just don't want to accept the fact that the character they proclaim to have been Rory's most perfect boyfriend is actually not only imperfect, but a deliberate parallel to the man who wasn't interested in being a present parent for Rory even when he could've been as an adult. This along with the fact that Rory will now apparently have their kid and likely raise it herself, given the ending of AYITL, is likely just having them be faced almost forcefully with the fact that this character isn't actually what they want him to be, hence the incoming "but Rory isn't Lorelai!/Jess is her Christopher!" arguments, or even the ridiculous "Rogan is actually Emily/Richard!" one. If we were to even try and fit all the comparisons to these obviously they would fail, since Rory isn't a complete carbon copy of Lorelai and comparing Jess to Christopher is ridiculous because Christopher never really left Lorelai, he offered to marry her at 16, she rejected, and he took to thinking that now he apparently has no obligation in developing any sort of lasting bond with Rory that goes beyond her being connected to Lorelai. But the archetypes for Logan and Christopher are pretty distinct and obvious, which is why ASP even created the character in the first place.

And personally I don't agree with her plan or with the logic that Rory's life somehow has to mirror Lorelai's in the form of a sudden pregnancy while being at crossroads in her life, mainly because as we saw in the revival, it just doesn't work properly, since what we got was filled with numerous plotholes and loose ends than tied up ones. But the Christopher/Logan comparison has been one that she's stuck to ever since she created the character, and it's one that pretty much takes up a majority of his writing and screentime, even if I were to take season 7 into consideration. Conversations like the one you had in your post about how characters can be a combination of characteristics from others, like in the case of Rory and Jess, are actually very interesting, but in most cases rogan fans just take to yelling about whichever parallel is more appropriate for them to argue that actually their ship is endgame. It's either Jess is Christopher or their ship is Emily/Richard or "Rory is not Lorelai so it's worthless if Jess is her Luke". Like the last one in particular makes no sense in terms of wording, but I digress. Main point being, you can easily argue that there is more to a character that you like than the archetype that the writer built him off of without coming up with even more ludicrous "parallels" that make no sense and are never shown in the narrative. Discussions like how Jess and Lorelai are similar is actually pretty interesting because it might not necessarily be a parallel that is intended in the narrative, but it's a product from the same writer who loves these characters, and they're both tied to Rory in their own ways. Whereas comparing ships that generally have no sort of connection whatsoever (particularly when it comes to rogan and luke/lorelai) just for the sake of arguing that one is automatically better just falls flat, in my opinion. Of course the same can be said for jess and rory being compared to the latter but at least those both have their own interesting parallels. This obviously doesn't mean that Jess is bound to be Rory's Luke and behave the exact same way Luke did with Lorelai, but Jess doesn't have to do everything Luke did in order to become a closer friend and supporter to Rory, either.

Oh this is a really good reflection and clarification! For me, even though I know that ASP intended for GG to be a sort of cyclical story where Rory ends up becoming like her mother, I really don’t lile that kind of «bound to repeat the past»-trope. I do understand, acknowledge and even like all the parallells I see, but like you said, the «who is Christopher»-discussion and all the ones like it kind of cheapen the story. I currently ship Rory with Jess — I say currently because it hasn’t always been the case. As a kid I was only exposed to pre- and post-Jess episodes and I shipped her with Logan because he was the first love interest I saw. That’s not to say that I think R/ogan is a lesser ship, but rather that I grew up, learned English and saw the show with new eyes that just so happened to prefer her and Jess.

Now from that context one would assume that I like the «Logan is Christopher and Jess is Luke» concept, but I seriously don’t. It might just be personal taste, but I feel like that concept cheapens the story and relationship between Rory and Jess. He’s not the better fit for her because he’s «a Luke». He’s the better fit (in my opinion) because he’s Jess. And she’s Rory. And (again, in my opinion) they understand each other in ways no one else does and bring out the best (and often most truthful) versions of themselves in each other. So for some meta-prophecy to tie them to each other rather than what they have as individual unique characters, or for the debunking of said prophecy to discredit the relationship already written for them, is kind of pointless and a little bit disappointing. If Logan is the better boyfriend, it shouldn’t be because he represents her grandparents’ world (look I’m sorry I love Emily and Richard but being rich and sassy does not make you better than anyone else, nor better for Rory), but because he would understand and love her as she is in her entirety — and vice versa. If R/ogan shippers feel that way then great! If they’re more obsessed with discrediting Jess through a meta-prophecy that my literati-shipping ass doesn’t even like, then too bad for them.

Also controversial sidenote: while I am in no way opposed to a «single mother Rory»-plotline, I would actually kind of like to see a potential revival of the revival start with her choosing to have an abortion. I know that could be a very unpopular opinion, and I genuinely have no problem with people disagreeing with me, it’s just what I feel. Rory choosing an abortion could not only break the meta-prophecy but also create a unique plotline that can both bring in new intrigue and prove itself to still have parallells to the past. Also I really would like for Lorelai to be supportive of Rory’s choice — even if her choice is to terminate a pregnancy.

#seriously I am not anti-unplanned families or anything similar #I just think an abortion plotline in Gilmore Girls would be great #and for anyone saying it’s too dark or adulty for GG #please tell me how multiple infidelity plotlines are less controversial than someone choosing to have an abortion #the writers could definitely make it fit tonallt with the show #the only challenge would be handling it with care #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #jess mariano #literati #logan huntzberger #gilmore girls discourse

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Forever Timeless, 3/23

Summary: Two months after the Dalek Crucible, the Doctor and Rose are getting used to having the biggest family on Earth. As they visit Leadworth in 1996, Victorian England, a mysterious desert planet, and Elizabethan England, those family and friends often help in unexpected ways. But no matter where they go or who they’re with, it’s always the Doctor in the TARDIS with RoseTyler–just as it should be.

Ten x Rose, Donna x Lee

Betaed by @saecookie, @rudennotgingr, @pellaaearien, and @jabber-who-key

Tagging @doctorroseprompts for Doctor/Rose content

Part 7 of Being to Timelessness

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Chapter Three: A Crack in a Wall

The Doctor felt the turn of the Earth beneath his feet, but he still shook his head. “This isn’t possible,” he protested. “I set the coordinates. You saw me. I set them right!”

Rose wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him. “Yeah, but then I told the TARDIS to take us where we need to go.”

He wheeled and pointed at her. “Ah-hah! Then this is your fault! Donna can bleach your hair!”

She raised her eyebrow. “I’m already blonde.” A light evening breeze lifted a few strands of hair from her neck, illustrating her point.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Then she can dye it some other colour.”

Rose clasped her hands behind her back and smiled up at him. “What about red? I could be ginger.”

The Doctor pouted. “Now that is just not nice.”

Rose smirked at him, then shook her head and looked around. “I wonder why she brought us here.”

The Doctor blinked. He hadn’t really considered that, in all his aggravation over his impending hair disaster. They were on Earth, but beyond that, he had no idea where or why.

He turned in a circle, taking in the details around them. A garden shed, an old bench, children’s toys that looked mostly abandoned… He looked back at the house, with the tall hedge lining the fence.

The porch light turned on, and he quickly tried to think of an explanation for being in someone’s garden at… nine o’clock at night. A moment later, the door opened and a young girl ran outside, a red cardigan pulled on over her nightgown.

The girl stopped about five feet away from them and swung her torch back and forth, shining it on all of them. Rose’s heart tugged when she saw the way she bit at her lower lip.

She’s worried about something, she told the Doctor. I bet this is why the TARDIS took us off course.

He snorted. She did that because she’s decrepit with a twisted sense of humour.

Rose poked him in the side, but she couldn’t tell if that was what made him wince, or the whistle of indignation from the TARDIS.

She offered a smile to the girl. “Hello, I’m Rose, and this is the Doctor. Sorry for popping into your garden like this.”

The girl shook her head quickly, making her red hair float around her shoulders. “Are you from the police?” she asked bluntly, her words coloured by a strong Scottish brogue.

Rose narrowed her eyes at the question, and beside her, she felt the Doctor tense. “Why?” he asked. “Did you call the police?”

She huffed, and Rose had to hide her smile at the exasperation of getting a question in answer to a question. Her smile disappeared with the girl’s next question.

“Did you come about the man in my wall?”

“Did you say in your wall?” Rose repeated.

The girl nodded, but the rest of her answer was interrupted by the sound of a gate opening and closing, and then footsteps rushing towards them. A moment later, a boy about the same age appeared, also dressed in pyjamas.

“I heard voices and then looked out my window and saw you talking to… to…” He waved his arm vaguely in their direction. “What’s going on, Amy? Who are these people?”

“This is Rose and the Doctor. They’re here about the voice in my wall.” The girl’s eyes flicked from Rose to the boy. “I think.”

“We are,” Rose assured her. “But first, will you tell us your names?”

“Amelia. Amelia Pond.” She glanced at her friend. “Only Rory calls me Amy.”

“Pond?” the Doctor murmured, and he and Rose shared a significant look. Melody Pond had told them her mum was Scottish. Unless they happened to meet another Scotswoman named Pond, their timelines had just intersected. “That’s a good name. Brilliant, actually.”

Amelia blinked a few times, and in the momentary confusion, Rose turned to the boy. “And you’re Rory?” she asked.

He nodded, but Amelia was the one who answered. “Rory’s my best friend. He lives next door.”

“Nice to meet you.” The Doctor smiled at Amelia and then Rory, before looking back at Amelia. “Now. Amelia.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “I have some questions about the man in your wall. If we go inside, will your parents wake up?”

She shook her head. “They went out to the movie.”

“And they left you alone?” Rose asked.

Amelia wrinkled her nose. “I’m not scared to be alone,” she said hotly. “And I can call Rory’s mum and dad if anything happens.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing ever happens in Leadworth anyway.”

“Bit different from London,” Rose mumbled to herself. Even when Jackie had to work late, she hadn’t been left alone in the flat at Amelia’s age.

“Right,” the Doctor said briskly. “Good. Let’s go inside then, shall we?” He pointed to the open door, and Amelia led the way.

The single light hung over the kitchen table. After standing outside for several minutes, the brightness was almost too glaring. The Doctor and Rose sat down side by side, and after exchanging a wary look, Amelia and Rory sat down across from them.

“What can you tell us about the man in your wall, Amelia?”

There wasn’t an ounce of scepticism or condescension in the Doctor’s voice, and both children’s postures relaxed.

“I can hear his voice sometimes.” She shivered. “He sounds… scared.”

Rory took over the story. “We’ve tried telling our parents, but they all say we’re just imagining it. But we know it’s real.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Of course it’s real. Grown-ups like to think they know everything, but really they’re—”

Rose nudged him gently over the bond, and he cleared his throat. “But that’s not what we’re here for. How long ago did you start hearing him?”

“Two weeks—”

Amelia cut Rory off. “Three weeks ago.” She looked over at him. “It was before your birthday, remember?”

“Can you tell what he’s saying?” Rose asked, hoping for some kind of clue.

But they both shook their heads. “It sounds… He keeps getting cut off,” Rory said slowly. “Like he starts to say something but he never finishes it.”

The Doctor tugged on his ear. “Interesting.” He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then placed his hands on the table and stood up. “I think I need to see this wall of yours, Amelia.”

Amelia led them back to the hall, then up the narrow staircase. As they climbed the stairs, the Doctor asked a question that had been nagging at the back of his mind. “Are we in England or Scotland?”

Amelia huffed, giving him the answer before she even spoke. “England. It’s rubbish.”

“Oi!” Rory protested.

“It’s just not the same.”

The Doctor hummed in agreement. “I haven’t been home in a long time, either,” he said. “I know exactly what you mean.”

They reached the top of the stairs, and she turned the corner to go down the hallway to the back of the house. There were two doors off the hallway, one of them partway open. The Doctor assumed that must be Amelia’s room.

They followed her into the room, and he turned in a circle, pointing at all the walls. “Which wall is the man in, Amelia?” he asked.

She pointed at the wall opposite the door. “That one. My mum and dad have tried to tell me it’s just the wind in the trees or something, because that’s the outside wall of the house.”

“No trees outside that wall though,” the Doctor murmured. He stared at the wall. It seemed like an ordinary bedroom wall, but the hairs on the backs of his hands were standing up. There was something here, something familiar that he couldn’t quite place.

He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and pointed it at the wall. “I wonder…” He scanned a sixteen square foot section. The sonic beeped, and he looked at the results. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

The Doctor looked down at Amelia, who had snuck up beside him without him noticing. She pointed at the sonic.

“What is that thing, Doctor?”

The Doctor lowered his arm and let her look at the sonic. “It’s called a sonic screwdriver. I used it to scan your wall so I can find out where the voice is coming from.”

“And what did you find out, Doctor?” Rory asked.

The Doctor looked at Rose. “I know we thought we’d gotten them all, but I think we’ve found another lingering side effect of the Reality Bomb.”

“A reality what?” Amelia said.

“Reality Bomb,” the Doctor repeated. He stepped forward and ran his fingers over the wall.

Amelia crossed her arms and tilted her head back to stare at the Doctor. “Do you mean like, someone tried to blow up reality or something?”

The Doctor nodded, choosing to ignore her derision. “Pretty much.” He looked back at Rose. “This isn’t just a little fissure, either. It’s a full crack opening up to the Void.”

“What do you mean, a crack?” Amelia asked.

“A crack in the walls between the worlds.” The Doctor paced in front of the wall. That was what was so eerily familiar about the energy radiating from Amelia’s wall. It felt just like the breach had when he’d pressed himself up against the wall at Torchwood.

“Have either of you heard of parallel universes?”

She shook her head, but Rory nodded. “I’ve read about them in my comic books. Other worlds like ours, where things are just a little bit different.”

Rose nodded. “Exactly. And they’re real. There are millions of other universes out there.”

“And there are walls between the universes,” the Doctor continued. “Walls that keep one reality from seeping into another.” He rubbed at his jaw. “Only sometimes, they get little cracks in them. That Reality Bomb I mentioned damaged the walls, and we’ve been checking to make sure they’re all fixed.”

Amelia looked at her wall, then at the Doctor. “So this… this man in my wall, he might be from another world?”

“Could be.” The Doctor pressed his hand to the wall. “Or he could have been pulled into the crack from this world.”

“Can you… Can you get him out?” she asked, her voice wavering just slightly. “His voice has been getting quieter. I’m afraid he’s going to be trapped.”

They heard it then—a whisper of sound, a word started but not quite finished, just like Rory had said.

The Doctor pursed his lips and scanned the wall a second time after adjusting the settings just slightly. “You’re right, Amelia,” he said a moment later. “The amount of Void energy in this room has dropped even in the five minutes we’ve been here.”

He stepped back and tugged on his ear. “But how are we going to get you out?” he asked, almost to himself.

The question made Rose’s insides twist with anxiety. She started to call the Doctor’s name, but then saw how both Rory and Amelia were staring at him hopefully.

Doctor.

He stopped and looked over at her. What is it, Rose?

How do we know it’s not like, a Cyberman or Dalek trying to get out of the Void?

The Doctor looked at the wall again with narrowed eyes. “I suppose before I go letting you out, I ought to make sure you’re here in peace.”

The knots in Rose’s stomach eased as he adjusted the settings on the sonic and scanned the wall for a third time. “Human,” he told Rose a moment later. “And… hang on, this is a teleport signal.” He rocked back on his heels and stared at the wall. “How did a teleport signal get stuck, of all things?”

“Can you help him?”

The Doctor didn’t turn around when Amelia asked the question they were all wondering. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.

Rose stared at the wall through narrowed eyes. They’d dealt with a teleport signal before… “Can’t you use the sonic to lock onto the teleport signal, like you did with Margaret the Slitheen?”

The Doctor shook his head and started pacing in front of the wall. “The signal is too weak. Either it’s degrading because it’s stuck in the Void, or the Void is blocking me from being able to lock onto it.”

Rose leaned against the wall, and she could feel it then—the Void energy that was pouring into this room. It tugged at her ever so slightly, the dormant Void matter she was still covered in wanting to get back where it belonged.

“Can’t you boost the signal somehow?” she suggested. “Reverse the polarity or something?”

The Doctor shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “You’re starting to sound like my third self. I was always saying that as if it were the solution to everything.”

He pressed himself against the wall and inched forward, trying to feel where the connection point was thinnest. The vague sense of wrong got stronger as he moved towards Rose. Finally, about a foot away from her, the hairs on his neck stood on end.

He slid his hand up to cover the spot. “Gotcha,” he murmured, with his eyeball scrunched up against the wall. Just to be sure, he scooted a little closer to Rose. As he expected, the sensation faded as he moved away from the weak spot in the walls.

He stepped back, leaving his hand flat against the wall. “I think that if I could boost the sonic signal and direct it right here, I could pull them through. But we need to work fast if we’re going to make it work.”

He looked over his shoulder at Amelia. “Do you have something I can use to write with? A marker, pencil, anything?”

Amelia nodded and darted over to the child’s desk she had underneath the window. They could hear things being shifted around in the drawer, and then she pulled out a marker.

“Perfect.” The Doctor accepted the black marker from her and put an x over the spot he’d detected. “X marks the spot!” he said triumphantly. “Oh, now there’s something we’ve never done! We should go hunting for buried treasure one day, Rose.”

Rose shook her head and laughed. “That sounds like fun,” she agreed. “But today the buried treasure is a man, and you said that we need to hurry if we’re going to help him in time. So… how do we boost that sonic signal?”

“We’ll link our sonics together and use yours as the amplifier.”

She blinked. “You can do that?”

“In theory! But we need to go back to the TARDIS so I can write the code. Allons-y!” He took off running, taking the stairs two at a time.

Rose looked at the kids. “Come on, let’s go.”

They caught up with the Doctor just outside the TARDIS doors. Amelia stopped and put her hands on her hips as she looked up at the door. “If you’re a doctor, why does your box say ‘Police?’”

Rose grinned. If Amelia was still asking good questions like that when she was older, it was no wonder she and the Doctor would invite her to travel with them.

Of course, there’s also the fact that we ask because we know we’ve asked, which is why Melody didn’t want to tell us about her mum.

The Doctor grinned at her. Time travel, he agreed.

He focused on Amelia, still glaring at him suspiciously. “I’m not a doctor, I’m the Doctor. It’s my name, like Amelia is yours. And it’s not a box. It’s a time machine.”

Amelia’s forehead wrinkled into the dubious frown that was already familiar. “What, a real one? You’ve got a real time machine?”

“I do.” The Doctor slid the key into the lock. “Would you like to see?”

He pushed the door open and stepped aside to let the kids go in first. Rose walked in after them and waited.

“But this is impossible,” Amelia said. “Your box can’t be bigger on the inside.”

“But it is,” the Doctor countered.

“But it can’t be,” Amelia insisted.

“Is the inside in a different dimension?” Rory asked.

The Doctor gaped at him. “You… you are eight years old,” he stuttered. “How did you… Grown adults have never figured that out.”

Amelia took Rory’s hand. “He reads lots of science fiction magazines,” she said. All of her refusal to believe what her eyes were seeing had disappeared as soon as Rory explained it.

“But… You’re supposed to be amazed, to wonder how it works! You’re not supposed to know.”

“Doctor, you said we were running out of time,” Amelia said.

“Right, yes.” The Doctor ran his hand through his hair, trying to return his focus to the man stuck in the wall and not the seeming impossibility of an eight year old boy understanding the TARDIS.

“Thank you, Amelia Pond. That’s a brilliant name by the way,” he added as he started coding the new program that would allow him to combine the signals on the two screwdrivers into one that would be strong enough to bring this man back from the Void.

Rose shook her head. “Come on,” she told the kids. “Let’s have a snack while we let him work.”

The TARDIS hummed as they walked down the corridor, and Rose wasn’t surprised when there were three cups of cocoa and a plate of biscuits waiting for them when they reached the galley.

The kids didn’t need any further coercion to convince them to sit down.

Amy took a sip of cocoa, then set her mug down and leaned her elbows on the table. “Is he really a doctor?” she asked. “Because he seems like he’s just a madman in a box.”

“Amy!”

Rose’s laughter cut off Rory’s appalled cry. “Amelia Pond,” she said, handing the girl a biscuit, “you might have summed up the Doctor better than anyone.” She winked. “But he really is a doctor.”

Amelia took a bite of the biscuit, and Rose waited. She swallowed, then shrugged and drank more of her cocoa. “All right.”

Rose sighed. The ease with which both Amelia and Rory accepted what they could tell to be true was charming. Adults would spend the whole night trying to explain how this couldn’t possibly be happening. Amelia and Rory just accepted it and moved on.

Amelia tilted her head, and Rose waited for her next question. “Is that a wolf?” she asked, pointing at Rose’s necklace.

Rose held it out. “Yeah, it is. They’re kind of… well, a bit special to me. The Doctor gave this to me for our third anniversary.”

Amy touched the gold detailing around the eyes. “It’s really pretty,” she declared.

“Thanks, I think so too.”

I’m ready whenever you are.

Rose pushed back from the table. “I think the Doctor is done,” she said.

oOoOo

The Doctor rocked back on his heels and studied what he’d done. In theory, it should work. His screwdriver would act as the primary device, originating the signal that would pull the man out of Amelia’s wall. Rose’s would amplify the signal, creating a deeper resonance that would allow the signal to travel through the walls and into the Void, bringing the man back.

In theory. He’d never written a program for the sonic that tied together the abilities of two devices—mostly because he’d never had two sonics at his disposal.

But what’s life without a little adventure? he thought whimsically. He pulled his sonic out of his pocket and tossed it in the air once before inserting it into the port. He tapped Rose’s against his palm impatiently while he waited for the program to load, and then swapped them out as soon as the blue diode lit up.

I’m ready whenever you are, he told Rose, knowing the TARDIS would be done writing the program before she, Amelia, and Rory made it back to the console room.

He heard footsteps in the corridor just as Rose’s sonic lit up violet. He pulled it out, then spun and tossed it at Rose as she entered the console room.

She caught it one-handed and shot him a cheeky smile. “Ta.”

“Well, everyone,” the Doctor said as he bounded up the ramp. “Who’s ready to rescue the mystery man stuck in Amelia’s wall?” He opened the door gestured towards the house.

Rose let Amelia and Rory race outside first, then she followed and closed the door behind her. The Doctor was already inside the house, and she jogged across the garden to catch up.

When they were standing in front of the wall again, Rose looked at the Doctor. “All right, how is this going to work?”

He flipped his screwdriver and adjusted the settings. “First, let’s do a quick status check.”

He ran the sonic over the area of the wall where they could most clearly hear the voice. He looked at the sonic, then at the wall and back again, gulping hard at the readings.

What’s wrong? Rose asked.

His gaze darted from her back to the sonic. The crack is closing faster than I thought it would, he told her. If this doesn’t work, I won’t have time to think of another brilliant plan.

“Are we too late?” Amelia asked.

The Doctor let out his breath slowly, then shook his head. “Not yet.” Amelia didn’t look convinced, so he held out his hand. “Come here. Let’s save him together.”

Rory walked over with Amelia, and Rose took one of his hands. The Doctor adjusted his sonic back to the new setting, then took Amelia’s hand.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” all three of them said.

The Doctor pointed his sonic at the blank wall and activated the new setting. The hum was slightly lower pitched than most settings, echoing at a lower harmonic level to better get through the walls between the worlds.

A moment later, Rose’s sonic started too. The tone changed again, this time to something louder, sounding almost like an engine grinding—sounding, actually, a little like the TARDIS.

“It’s working,” the Doctor muttered. “It’s penetrating the walls between the worlds. Now if it will just lock onto that teleport signal…”

He heard everyone in the room take a deep breath and hold it. The blue and violet lights from the sonics cast a deep purple glow in the room, and he crossed his fingers for a result as magical as the light effect.

Rose stared at the wall. She thought she could see something, but she didn’t know if it was real, or just wishful thinking. But then the shimmery presence slowly solidified, first becoming the outline of a man.

“Yay!!” Amelia and Rory let go of their hands and did a little dance in the middle of the room.

Nerves coursed through Rose, and she wanted to bounce on her toes to get some of the energy out. She didn’t dare move though, unsure what would happen if the signal from her sonic got interrupted somehow.

Instead, she satisfied herself with a victorious fist pump and a hissed, “Yes!” as she watched the outline fill in. The man was tall, about as tall as the Doctor, but not as slim. Something about that sounded familiar, and she narrowed her eyes to catch more details.

Dark hair, black trousers and a black jumper…

When the outline of his prominent ears filled in, she knew. “Oh my god,” Rose whispered. “Oh my god!” she yelled.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Doctor’s gaze swing over to her, but she ignored him. If she was right about who this man was, then this was the most incredible coincidence she’d ever witnessed.

Finally, the signal ended and he was safely on this side of the Void. And now there was no doubt in Rose’s mind.

“Lee McAvoy,” she breathed.

The tall man tilted his head and studied her. “D-Do I know you?” He squinted at her, and his eyes widened. “You were with Jenny in the Library!”

“Hang on,” the Doctor interrupted. “Lee McAvoy? As in Donna’s Lee, the one we have been scanning the entire universe for for the last five months?”

Rose noticed the dull red moving up Lee’s neck when the Doctor called him Donna’s Lee, and she wanted to rub her hands together gleefully. This was every romantic fantasy come to life. She’d always wanted to play the fairy godmother matchmaker, and now she could.

“Where’s Donna?” Lee asked, pushing the words out so quickly that they didn’t have time to get caught in his stammer.

“She and Jenny are on Barcelona, taking a holiday,” Rose said. “We were just on our way to pick them up when we were brought here instead. Amelia said she had a man in her wall, and the rest…” She shrugged.

“Hang on,” Amelia said impatiently. “You know him?”

Rose coughed and covered her mouth to hide her smile. Amelia sounded positively indignant that they knew more about the man that had been in her wall than they did. And from the perspective of a seven year old, she couldn’t really blame her.

“Welllll…” The Doctor rocked back on his heels and took a breath.

Rose leapt into the opening. This wasn’t really the time for one of his rambles, as much as she loved those.

“Kinda,” she said. “Our friend Donna met him once, but they lost touch. We’ve been helping her look for him.”

“Y-y-you have?” Lee asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yep!” The Doctor bounced on his toes and gestured at the door. “And I don’t think we should keep her waiting any longer, do you?”

As they tramped down the stairs and out into the garden one last time, Rose was aware that Amelia and Rory were trailing after them. Even though she knew they couldn’t come with them right now, she didn’t have the heart to force them to stay inside. The adventure was almost done, and they would have to wait years to enter the TARDIS again.

The Doctor stuck the key in the TARDIS door and looked over his shoulder at Lee. “Your ride awaits,” he said, pushing the door open and letting his new guest take in the cavernous console room.

Lee walked through the door and stopped, turning his head every direction. The Doctor grinned, waiting for it. This was his favourite part of getting a new companion.

“This is a T-T-TARDIS,” Lee said, quiet and matter-of-fact. He turned around and looked at the Doctor and Rose. “Which makes you…” His mouth worked, and then he took a deep breath. “Time Lords,” he concluded, the t sounding almost violent.

The Doctor gaped at him. “But… You… How??”

“Doctor, I thought you said that grown adults don’t even know what your box is.”

He turned and glared at Amelia. “Yes, thank you, Amelia. Apparently, everyone knows what a TARDIS is and is never surprised by the fact that she is bigger on the inside.”

Lee arched an eyebrow, and the Doctor had the upsetting feeling that he was smirking at him. “I’m a…” He swallowed. “Time Agent,” he explained.

Rose pumped her fist. “I knew it!” she crowed.

The Doctor was grateful Lee at least looked surprised by that exclamation. “How?”

Rose bounced in place, a wide grin on her face. “We tried to track you using the metadata from your biochip,” she explained. “But yours was mostly blank—it just had your picture. And I said that maybe you were a Time Agent.”

Lee nodded. “I was there on a mission.” He lifted one shoulder. “I guess the Library is still a mystery.”

“We can give you the full story, if you’d like,” the Doctor offered. “Or Donna can. Help you fill out that mission report—I know what a bear those can be.”

Lee grimaced, and the Doctor and Rose laughed in commiseration.

When the laughter stopped, the three adults looked at each other, none of them knowing what to say next.

“Right, well, I suppose we should be going,” the Doctor said after an awkward pause.

“Can I come?”

The Doctor sighed. It was the question he’d been dreading most of the evening. Rose took his hand and squeezed, and he thanked her silently before squatting down to look the girl in the eye.

“Amelia, we can’t take you with us. If your mum and dad came home and you were gone, think how upset they’d be.”

Amelia sighed and scuffed her toe against the grass.

He dropped his head to hold her gaze as she tried to look away. “And if we came back with you, imagine what they’d think of us. You’d never convince them we hadn’t kidnapped you—and I wouldn’t blame them for thinking that.”

“But you said it’s a time machine,” Amelia protested. “You could take us with you now and bring us back before morning.”

“Yes, well…” The Doctor tugged on his ear. “She is a time machine, but precision landings aren’t exactly her specialty. We might aim for tomorrow morning and land in twelve years. And then where would we be?”

“In jail for kidnapping,” Rory said.

“Exactly,” Rose agreed.

“But I want to come with you and have more adventures,” Amelia protested.

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, both at a loss of what to say. Amelia Pond would travel with them someday, they knew that much. But how could they get her to stay home today without giving away her future?

The Doctor looked from Rose to Amelia, his meaning clear. He’d tried to convince the young girl to stay home; it was Rose’s turn.

“Amelia…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to say no,” she said, her lips turning down into a pout. “Grown ups always say no when they say your name like that.”

Rose sighed, but before she could make a second attempt, they heard voices coming down the lane. “My mum and da!” she whispered. “The film must be over.” She glanced at the Doctor and Rose, then at the lane. “Bye!”

Rose watched as she and Rory both ran back to their homes. Then she closed the door behind her and nodded at the Doctor. “Let’s go, before the Ponds call the actual police on us,” she suggested.

The Doctor threw the lever and grinned at their passenger. “Lee McAvoy. Someone has been waiting to see you.”

#ficandchips #ten x rose #dwfic #fic by Nancy #doctorroseprompts #series: being to timelessness #cq's fic: forever timeless #several big finallys in this chapter #i'm super excited for you to read it #remember we're past the canon limits #i control the vertical and the horizontal #and things like what the crack in amelia's wall actually was

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The Redeemers (A Mandalorian Fanfic) Chapter 1

All warnings/pairings and other info to follow per chapter. For now, this is safe reading for everyone.

To @pedrocentric, here’s the first chapter of the fic I told you about as promised. Hope you like it!

THE REDEEMERS

By Rory

Chapter One: The Missing

Wild Space… Despite its reputation for lawlessness and chaos, this unmapped region of the Outer Rims was, in truth, quite peaceful, quite settled to remain a mystery, to continue to be relatively untouched by the seemingly never-ending conflict within the Galaxy. Even those rare incursions by both Jedi and Sith did not shatter the veil that surrounded the region.

So, it was within this great expanse that an Imperial Gozanti-class freighter materialized as though from out of thin air, a muffled bang announcing its arrival from hyperspace. The sight of any Imperial starship would’ve been cause for panic, but it seemed that the untamed Force that deeply permeated the region recognized the ship as a friendly one. For those who are sensitive to its workings, it seemed that the Force itself was eagerly, perhaps even desperately, awaiting these visitors.

Indeed, there were no Imps inside the freighter which, despite its size, was presently manned by a crew of three and a single passenger.

At the freighter’s bridge, the two Mandalorian pilots glided the ship to a slow stop, letting it settle among the stars, waiting. The Jedi standing behind them was certainly waiting with growing impatience, her dark slender gloved arms folded over her chest.

“We’re here,” the pilot quietly announced, setting the freighter on a hover.

“Wherever here is,” the Jedi muttered under her breath. She gazed outside the window. “Somehow though, this place, these stars, they seem familiar to me…” The Jedi shook off her unease. “Are you going to tell me now what this is all about? Why you have dragged me away from my quest?”

At these insistent questions, the Mandalorian sighed. “Take the controls, Reeves,” she told her co-pilot as she swiveled her chair around to face the Jedi. Bo-Katan took off her helmet and leaned forward, elbows on knees. “I did not…drag…you away from your quest, and you know it. I have spoken with Sabine and she told me that the two of you were on layover, that the last lead you had on Ezra Bridger has turned cold.”

Ashoka’s full lips twitched in a sulky pout. “I didn’t want to give up.”

“I know you didn’t. Sabine did too. But the two of you needed a fresh start, more so some time to rest and recoup after years of searching.” Bo shrugged. “I thought a brief distraction…” She spread her arms wide to the star-lit expanse behind her. “That…this…was in order.”

“But you still haven’t told me what ‘this’ is. I never figured you to be the cryptic type, Bo.”

“Do you remember that Mandalorian I sent to find you in Corvus?”

Ahsoka’s brows lifted. “He helped me defeat Morgan Elsbeth and free Calodan. Is this about the Child he was with?”

“The Child is in the safe hands of a Jedi. No, this matter is about him specifically. The Mandalorian Din Djarin has been missing for the past eight years.”

The Jedi’s mouth gaped open at that shocking revelation. Before Ahsoka could further question her friend and comrade, Axe Woves entered the bridge. “It’s acting up again.”

Bo nodded towards the Jedi. “Take General Tano with you, Woves. I’m sure she would like to see what we have in the cargo hold.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened at that remark but didn’t say anything more, choosing to follow Woves outside the bridge instead.

With the Jedi gone, Bo turned her seat around and pounded her fists on the console. “Damn you, Din Djarin! How could you do this to me?”

“Maybe now is the time that we should give up on him,” Koska Reeves put in beside her. “Even back then, he made it very clear to us what his priority was.”

Between gritted teeth, Bo retorted, “No, we can’t. Not until the matter of that…thing…in the cargo hold is resolved.”

“But…what if…” Koska began, but then shook her head, unable to finish. “Never mind.”

Bo didn’t ask. She knew what was going through the Nite Owl’s mind. What if you were never meant to wield it?

In just a few minutes, a shaken Ahsoka returned to the bridge. She was rubbing her gloved hands together. From where she was sitting, Bo could see the scorch marks on the Jedi’s fingers. But what Ahsoka said next, surprised her.

“You must turn back now, Bo.”

“We can’t.”

“The pulsating lights on the blade…” the Jedi began nervously. “…They are cycling a set of coordinates in this area. A place which should not exist, at least not anymore!”

“Why—”

“WHAT IS THAT?” Koska gasped beside her.

The two women gazed outside and they could not contain similar gasps. Floating before them was a gigantic octahedron monolith that appeared out of nowhere.

“Something’s wrong,” Ahsoka stared at the ominous figure ahead. “The last time I saw that thing, it was a dull red color. But now, it’s flashing green and red, as if…”

“As if what?!”

The Jedi’s next words came out as a breathless whisper. “As if the Light and Dark Sides of the Force are waging war inside it.” She gripped Bo’s shoulder and squeezed it hard. “Take us away from it…NOW!”

Bo-Katan and Koska didn’t hesitate as they began pushing buttons and flicking switches. “Reversing thrusters…”

But before they could retreat even a single inch, they were shot by a beam of light, blinding them and numbing their minds into blank oblivion.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Ashoka returned to consciousness – shaking off the cobwebs in her head with a groan – it was to find Bo-Katan and Koska already marching out of the bridge.

Trust a Mandalorian to bounce back so quickly, she thought wryly as she hurried off after the two warriors.

Emerging from the freighter, the Jedi did a quick survey of the planet she had visited – albeit unwillingly – many years back. Much of the Mortis landscape remained the same but with a few distinctive differences. The rapid shifting of the seasons marked by the growth and death of vegetation, the dark, craggy landscape but with more of those glowing crystalline trees as if something – or someone – was feeding greater amounts of energy to them. Ahsoka’s jaw dropped though at the sight of the monastery still standing intact on its solitary mountaintop a short distance away. At the base of the mountain were the ruined, rusty remains of a Gauntlet starship.

“That’s impossible!” she exclaimed, going to Bo’s side. “The last time I saw that monastery, a giant crystal crashed into its tower!”

“Well, it’s still there,” Bo remarked nonchalantly. “The coordinates point to that exact spot,” she pointed at the monastery. She turned to Koska. “You stay here with Woves and keep an eye on…”

Koska gave her commander a simple nod before striding back inside the freighter.

To Ahsoka, Bo said, “Let’s go.”

Using a pair of speeder bikes, Bo-Katan and Ahsoka arrived at their destination. As they climbed the high steps, they both pulled out their weapons – Bo, a pair of blasters, and Ahsoka, her lightsabers. But as they entered the monastery, neither of them was prepared for the sight that greeted them.

In the great throne room, lying curled up in a fetal position on the dais, was the still figure of the Mandalorian they had been searching for. Although his beskar armor gleamed like new, his clothes underneath and his cape were in tatters. His gloved hands were clenched tightly into fists. The hollows on the floor beneath his hands were deep from the punches that he had driven into the tiles. Ahsoka was stunned to see Din Djarin surrounded by battling tendrils of green and red energy. She saw how the red tendrils would caress that curled form, sometimes piercing through his gleaming beskar armor. The green tendrils would swat those questing arms away and shield the Mandalorian in what could only be described as tenderness.

“How are we going to get him?” Bo eyed those waving arms warily.

Hearing that intent, an angry hiss filled the air and dark red tentacles suddenly reached out from beneath the bridge they were standing on. Stepping before Bo-Katan, Ahsoka sliced through those grabbing, piercing arms with her lightsabers.

“Stay back!” Ahsoka warned as Bo took a single step towards that still form. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but let me handle this!”

Great was her surprise when a red tendril that was coming up behind her was blocked by a long, slender green arm. Whirling, she saw that the green tendril emanated from a glowing emerald force shield which covered Din Djarin.

Closing her eyes, Ahsoka raised her hand and reached out to that sentient green shield. “You summoned us here, didn’t you? We have come for the Mandalorian. Let us take him.”

Understanding her command, the green tendrils burst from the shield and spread outwards, pushing the red tendrils back. Bo and Ahsoka hurried over to the Mandalorian.

Ahsoka touched the pulse at his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s alive, at least.” To confirm this, she saw the Mandalorian’s right fist clench weakly. She was about to remove his helmet, but Bo stopped him.

“Let me do it,” Bo said at the Jedi’s inquiring look. “Djarin would probably want a fellow Mandalorian to remove his helmet.” As Ahsoka moved to the side, Bo-Katan gently lifted the helmet, revealing Din Djarin’s face.

In the years that the Mandalorian went missing, Bo was expecting Din Djarin to have aged somewhat, considering all the trials he had gone through. However, the Din Djarin lying before them looked the same age as he did the first time that they met him. The only signs of aging on him were the locks of silver gray hair that formed an arch above his forehead and the scraggly, patchy beard that grew on his face. That brow was presently etched with deep lines of pain, his eyes squeezed shut.

Ahsoka touched his forehead and flinched, drawing her hand back as though burned. “We must get him out of here now! This place is killing him!”

“Wha— I don’t understand?”

The Jedi let out a frustrated groan. “Why hadn’t I seen it back then? Din Djarin, the Child, the bond he had with Grogu…and now…the Darksaber….”

“Dank farrik, Ahsoka! Explain yourself! What’s wrong with him?”

Ahsoka bit down on her lip to clear her mind of these troubling thoughts. “I’ll explain everything later. Perhaps we need to do some tests on him. I don’t know! But what I’m certain of is that both the Light and Dark Sides of Force are battling for control over him. If he stays here on Mortis any longer, he will die!”

Bo’s face hardened. Her questions would have to wait. Together, they carried the Mandalorian out of the throne room, heading towards the main doors. As they crossed the twilit bridge, the green tendrils formed a protective tunnel around them, keeping the flailing red tendrils at bay. As soon as they descended the steps, there was a low, ominous rumbling.

As she secured the Mandalorian to the seat behind Bo, Ahsoka trained her gaze upward. She let out a gasp at the sight of the monastery’s crumbling tower. Not only that, the entire planet of Mortis was collapsing all around them. Ahsoka realized then that it was Din Djarin who had been keeping the planet intact.

Before the Jedi could get on her speeder, a large piece of masonry dropped down, crushing it.

“Come on!” Bo shouted. “This bike can handle all three of us!” She then barked into her commlink, “Take off now, Reeves! We’re heading your way!”

Kickstarting the speeder bike, Bo sped off with Ahsoka jumping on behind her, the Mandalorian sandwiched between them. As the planet crumbled around them, they made their way through the craggy landscape, dodging rocks and swerving through rock formations that seemed to block their path at every turn. As larger rocks and floating crystals started falling down on them, Ahsoka leaped to her feet on the speeder’s seat and sliced through the debris with her lightsabers.

Seeing the freighter rushing towards them, Bo revved up the bike. She could not help the approving grin that formed on her face when Koska turned the freighter 360 degrees so that the open hatch of the cargo hold gaped before them. With effortless ease, Bo rode the speeder into the hold at full speed, coming to a halt a mere few inches from the wall at the far end. As soon as they were safe inside the freighter and the hatch closed, Koska engaged full thrusters and blasted off into orbit. Again, they were enveloped in a bright white light.

They emerged, fully conscious this time, into open space, only to jerk forward as explosive waves washed over them. Looking out of the cargo hold’s little window, Ahsoka saw only the red debris of the now destroyed Mortis portal, zipping past them from where it once was.

“Ahsoka…”

Turning, the Jedi saw Bo-Katan standing beside the speeder bike, supporting the limp form of Din Djarin.

Nodding grimly, Ahsoka said, “Let’s take him to the med center.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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When Did Katniss Become so important to Gale... to be more then Friends Acording to him 6 Months before the 74th games and After. Is when they kissed for the first time. That was Katniss’s sign this just being friends is over. Tho Noted every single time she said Gale is my everything literally 5 seconds Peetas name would apper without fail. Katniss has no idea that for 6 months Prior Games Gale was keeping his feeling for her to himself.

Heres the Catch tho. Sure he good looking. But he is also to pretty for Katniss. Like Finnick is. To easy for her to lose. But with Finnick he is doing stuff to make sure he keeps his loved ones alive. But Gale who congrats for making it without his name being called. ( Also his sibilings never had a chance Yes Rory was of age for the 75th games but there was other plans as we know) but his other 2 sibilings never had to worry about it because when the war was over they were too young to be qualified for the games. Besides loosing his father he Still had the support of his mother. Who was able to work. he was older 14 and he knew how to hunt and something as a whiz with snares... His downfall wasn’t being accpected by the District people not like Katniss is. But Katniss lost the only man in her life at the time and the fact she was doing this without the support of her mother they almost took pity on her. It drove Gale crazy how better Katniss was treated then him..

Okay But heres the thing tho. Where Katniss Kissed like 2 men ( 3 if you count Chalfs surprise kiss). And he made her feel nothing but guilty for that. For kissing Peeta at least. Where as he was kissing girls left and right. When katniss wasn’t looking ( Now we don’t know how many during the Games but I personally think the second Katniss kissed Peeta which btw her first kiss. And found a pair of lips to kiss himself. During Catching fire Katniss is like she notices something going on between Gale and Madge and she isn’t a fan of it. At the same time Mr Jelaous himself Gale was like oh my god it was hell watching you two Have this act of a romanice...lets go kiss someone... He also said he had his own life outside of hunting with Katniss.... Honestly lets say Katniss Chose him over Gale would he pressure her to have kids? Would he cheat on her if she went to go visit friends in other districts in her absents? Like if he is kissing anyone she is with Peeta then anything could happen. ( I thank god everyday she chose Peeta)...But I can see this ended ugly. Like if she happened to choose Gale Peeta would of been like okay I can move on... During in the whole damn time Katniss was making up her mind he stayed loyal to Katniss... ( Hijaked Peeta doesn’t count for this). He never looked for another womens comfort. He wasn’t kissing girls left and right. and they were angry at you but still care about you terms for 6 months. It took Gale 6 Months before the games to show intrest in Katniss. ( as I said before). In fact Peeta waited like 2 years for her to offically make up her mind. Personaly tho the choice was always Peeta I never thought she actually loved Gale in the I way I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

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head in the clouds: part i

Rory Bhatt hates lifeguarding, hates the Shack kids, and hates Niall Horan. All she wants is to have a peaceful summer minding her own business and hopefully be able to find some much needed inspiration so she can finally start sketching things that look good again. But Niall Horan appears, with that annoying grin and a problem on his hands, and of course that plan goes out the window.

A story about tired lifeguards, a stolen cat, wild imaginations, and lots and lots of parties.

There is not a cloud in sight today.

The sky is endlessly blue, starting with a light, nearly white, color from the horizon that blends into the soft azure right over where Rory is sitting. It’s beautiful, she thinks, how one simple color can blend seamlessly into the gradients that make up that sea of vast nothingness above her. But today, she wishes that there was at least one cloud floating by.

She sighs to herself, turning her gaze to the large resort pool in front of her, also a shade of blue, but one caused by the blue tiles at the bottom and not nature itself. There are two children near the shallow end bickering with each other. They couldn’t be more than five and three years old. The oldest, a girl, shoves the youngest, a boy, causing him to wail in the direction of a woman who is presumably their mother. When she doesn’t give him the attention, the boy turns back to the little girl, and even from the distance, Rory can see the angry flash in his eyes. She places her whistle between her lips, readying herself for what he might do next.

Sure enough, he charges at the little girl, jumping on her with such force that her head gets submerged under the water. Rory’s whistle sounds off loudly, everyone’s head jerking towards her, and when they are assured her warning is not for them, they return to their poolside shenanigans. “No dunking!” Rory yells at the two children, removing her sunglasses so they can see her eyes trained on them. “This is your first warning!”

Their maybe-mother notices this exchange and quickly breaks them apart, dragging them towards the pool stairs and scolding them all the way. By the time Rory pushes her sunglasses back up her nose, they’re already walking towards a lounger where a man, presumably their father, is already watching them disapprovingly.

“No drawings today?” comes a voice from beside her, and she turns towards it only to find blue eyes that are entirely too close for comfort.

Niall Horan laughs when she flinches, and she rolls her eyes at the sound. But of course he cannot see that through her sunglasses, so he laughs even louder at her frown. He’s standing on one of the rungs of her lifeguard chair, his face level with hers, and she has half a mind to reach out to shove him off.

She doesn’t.

“Not inspired,” is what she mumbles instead, turning her attention towards her sketchbook, which stares back at her, the open page unbearably blank. She brought her nice charcoal pencils with her today after waking up feeling like sketching the clouds. But when she looks up at the sky again, the endless chasm of blue taunts her.

Niall Horan, for his part, simply grins in that wide, obnoxious way of his and hops off the rung to round the corner to the front of the lifeguard chair. He always offers a hand when she steps down and she never takes it, and the same thing happens today. She’s glaring at him now, as she always does when he does that, but she knows he can’t see it through her sunglasses. He must know it’s there though, because this exchange happens every single time, like clockwork.

Literally.

Niall has been behind her in the rotation for two whole weeks now, meaning he’s always the one nudge her out of this mind numbing job every twenty minutes when they have to move on to the next lifeguard chair.

“Well I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” he says cheerfully, just as she’s about to turn away to head over to the next chair. She chances a glance at him just in time to see him swing himself up onto the seat she just vacated, his sunnies, as he calls them, falling back onto his face. She rolls her eyes again, wondering how he manages to make everything seem so effortless yet so insufferably annoying.

She heads to her next post without another word.

***

Rory cannot stand Niall Horan.

She cannot stand him and his loud laugh and his annoying grin and his stupid jokes. She cannot stand him and the way he’s always peeking over her shoulder into her sketchbook and reaching out to trail his fingers along the pages, smearing her nice charcoal work that she’d meticulously smudge to her own liking.

Rory cannot stand him but there are still 60 days left of summer and she has no choice but to deal with him.

***

“You totally have a crush on him.”

Gigi is laughing and Rory is glaring and this is nothing new for the two of them.

Rory wonders how her roommate can be so cheery all the time. Her dark ringlets bounce with her giggles and her dark brown eyes glitter from the light hitting the tears that are starting to build up near her lashline. Leave it to Gigi to cry laughing at Rory’s expense.

“I do not,” Rory bites out. The sheer insinuation is so annoying that she can feel an angry heat spreading across her cheeks. “I don’t like him. At all.” Gigi is still cackling, hand clutching her tummy as she bows over on their tiny kitchen table. “Gigi! I don’t!”

Her roommate, after wiping her laughter induced tears from her face and taking a deep breath to calm herself, simply smiles at her, watching her knowingly. “Wow,” is what she says, shaking her head slightly as she leans back into her seat, arms crossed over her chest. “You are in such denial.”

Rory, for her part, attempts to send her as menacing a look as she can manage, because truthfully, she is absolutely fuming. Seething. Blindingly angry. All at the assertion that she could have a crush on the most annoying boy on the planet. “Gigi…” Her voice is dangerously low and measured. A warning for them to drop this subject before her anger gets out of hand. “I do not have a crush on Niall Horan.”

There’s a tense silence as they both stare each other down. And, if anything, the way Gigi is calmly smiling at her only makes her more upset. Regardless, a truce is drawn when Gigi brings her mug to her lips, sipping slowly from her coffee and shrugging her shoulders, effectively letting the topic go.

“So,” is what she says, all nonchalantly, as if they weren’t just having a heated conversation. “What are you wearing for the party this weekend?”

Rory lets out a sigh of relief, gladly accepting this change in subject and having no interest in giving Gigi any reason to return to the previous topic. So they drink their coffee together and talk about this party.

***

Rory has worked at The Hightstown Resort every summer since she was a sophomore in high school.

It’s a tradition at this point, and she feels like it’s not summer unless she’s at Hightstown. It feels like home, familiar in a way she needs to feel grounded sometimes. And for all the crap she talks about it, she always looks forward to coming back and seeing all the knowing faces that played a part in the story of her youth.

Her mom worked at Hightstown when she was younger too, so all the long-term staff knows who she and her family are. This is especially helpful after hours when she feels like having a midnight snack and the kitchen staffers will gladly let her into the pantry to choose whatever she wants.

Of course she is not the only returning seasonal employee of Hightstown. Gigi has been her roommate for the past three summers, and there are a few other high school to college-aged people who call this place their summer home too. But Rory likes to think that the rest of the staff likes her best.

Hightstown is a place that’s rife with tradition. For the seasonal kids, anyway.

One of those rituals is the summer bash up at the Shacks. Rory has always wondered which snob named the most glorious and expensive staff quarters at the resort the Shacks. Perhaps they thought they were being clever, because there is nothing grungy or shack-like about it at all. There are hot tubs and private chefs and room service and, most importantly, an endless supply of hot water.

Rory hates the Shack kids.

Not because they can afford the luxurious accommodations. She has nothing against rich people. But she does have something against rude rich people.

That fact doesn’t stop her from going to the summer bash, though.

Gigi made her change her clothes twice so Rory walks into the party sporting her signature snarl because she’s annoyed and her best friend is too preoccupied with worrying over how she’s going to impress one of the Shack boys she has a crush on to notice. “Just because you had a bad experience with one of them doesn’t mean I will,” was what she huffed at her as they walked out of their suite. “Loosen up, Rory!”

Rory hasn’t spoken to her since.

Now they’re in the Sunset Villa where the bash is always held and she’s long lost sight of her roommate. Somehow, Rory manages to find two people she can actually tolerate, standing near the makeshift bar area, and she heads straight towards them.

“There she is!” is what Harry says when she smiles at them, throwing an arm over her shoulders to pull her into his side and she gladly reciprocates by slinging an arm around his waist. “I feel like I never see you anymore!”

“Yeah, Rors, where have you been hiding?” chimes in Leslie. Her long, dark hair is pulled up into what looks like a very intricate crown braid and Rory nearly gets distracted admiring it.

She shrugs. “You know me. Not the social type.” They both frown at her because they know that a few years ago, that wouldn’t have been true at all. Rory was always the one dragging them to the parties and begging them to sneak off the grounds so they could go exploring. But she’s different now. The fact of it makes her heart twist strangely in her chest. So, she changes the subject. “Love your hair, Les! You need to teach me how to braid like that.”

They launch into a conversation about hair while Harry goes to get them all drinks. Finally things are starting to feel normal. After the rough way summer ended last year, Rory wasn’t sure she even wanted to come back to Hightstown. But Harry and Leslie, because she’s known them forever, can always be counted on to pull her out of a funk. They all started working at the resort in the same year and have stuck together ever since. Lately, though, they haven’t been able to spend as much time together because of all of their different placements: Rory’s a lifeguard, Harry’s in the kitchen, and Leslie does all the kids programming.

Harry comes back with beers and they catch up for a while. But somehow, the night transitions in such a way that they end up taking shots with some Shack kids, and then more beer, and then someone procures a joint from somewhere which they end up sharing on the back patio. By the time the night starts to wind down, Rory is pretty drunk and maybe a little high and she needs to get back to her room because she’s had enough of the socializing.

She waves goodbye to Harry and Leslie, leaving with a promise that they’d catch up again soon. Despite technically being outside the entire time, as she walks back through the villa and out the front door, she finds that she can breathe better the further she walks from the party. The breeze feels cooler on her heated skin and her head clears a bit. She briefly wonders whether she should have gone to look for Gigi but figures that she’s probably having fun making out with her new Shack boy toy somewhere so she decides against it. She also may or may not still be upset with her.

She’s halfway down the trail when she realizes that her head feels like it’s a disco ball spinning out of control, and before she knows it, she’s plopping down onto the curb rubbing her fingers against her temples as though that would help in quelling the beginnings of the headache she can feel coming. The night is quiet though, the air feeling all light and floaty around her, and she doesn’t mind relaxing here for a bit. The grass is soft against her hands as she leans back against it, her head lolling back until her eyes are trained towards the sky.

The darkness is a stark contrast to the beautiful blue she had been staring at this morning while perched atop her lifeguard chair. There are definitely no clouds in the sky now, but the beautiful thing about Hightstown is that it’s so sequestered from the city that the stars seem to glow a bit brighter here. She smiles, admiring the way they twinkle, almost wishing she could reach up and pluck one right out of the sky to keep.

“Rory?” comes a voice ahead of her, and when she rolls her head upright again to find its owner, she finds blue eyes that sort of glimmer just like the stars she was just looking at.

Then she blinks a few times and realizes it’s just Niall Horan emerging from the darkness.

Her smile falls, then she sighs. She may not like him, but she’s not a bitch, so she mumbles, “Hi, Horan,” in response.

He’s dressed all nice, like a typical Shack boy: dark wash denim jacket with the sleeves cuffed to his elbows, slim fit t-shirt, and some jeans. With his dark hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes, he reminds her of last summer. Reminds her of big brown eyes and a smile that can light up the whole resort. Reminds her of searing kisses and warm touches and giggling into a different denim jacket in some hidden away corner of the grounds

He reminds her of a different Shack boy who broke her heart.

As Niall makes himself comfortable on the curb next to her, she vows to herself that she will not allow a repeat of last summer to happen.

Just as a scowl is starting to form on her face, Niall turns to her, his own lips curling into that megawatt grin of his, and she has to stop herself from wincing because something about it makes her stomach turn. It reminds her too much of another her, in a different summer, where she might’ve been in this exact position with another boy who she didn’t know would rip her heart out of her chest and stomp all over it.

“Were you just at the party?” he asks, voice all soft and sweet and lilted in that Irish accent of his. Ugh, she thinks, internally rolling her eyes, because she’s drunk and that accent just made her heart stop for a second and she hates herself for it. Hates him for it.

She’s just about to say something snarky when she’s interrupted by a strange sound. It startles her for a moment. It sounded so nearby but her alcohol-muddled brain had been too distracted to determine what exactly it was. It happens again and Rory thinks that it sounds a lot like a cat meowing, which in itself is odd because Hightstown has a strict anti-pet policy.

She looks around to find the source when her eyes land on a rather large duffel near Niall’s feet. She hadn’t noticed it before and when she looks up at him to ask him about it, she finds that his face is flushed a bright crimson, visible despite the fact that they’re sitting in the darkness. “Horan,” she says slowly because she’s slightly suspicious now. “What’s in that bag?”

He chuckles nervously which only makes her narrow her eyes at him. “Uhh,” he gets out as he rubs his hands on his jeans, and Rory would bet her life that it’s because they’re sweating. “Nothing.”

He tries to move the duffel away discreetly but she notices. She couldn’t care less about what Niall Horan, of all people, was up to. But her interest is piqued now, so she can’t help the way she reaches over him to grab the bag. “You’re hiding something—”

“No!” He blocks her from being able to close her fingers around the strap, and when she looks at him again, there’s a bit of alarm swirling in his eyes. “I—uh...it’s nothing, I swear!”

Rory simply blinks at him. Honestly, the fact that he’s resisting only makes her more curious, so she says, “Niall Horan. What are you up to?”

She watches as he visibly gulps, chewing on his lips as he mulls it over. Finally, he takes a deep breath and says, “Okay. But if I show you then you have to promise not to say a word to anyone.”

At that, she actually laughs and rolls her eyes because that’s so dramatic. But when he doesn’t even crack a smile, doesn't even try to defend himself, she realizes that he’s totally serious. So, to placate him, she goes, “Yeah, okay whatever.”

He gives her a look and it looks a bit funny on him because she’s never seen him act in any way except obnoxiously bubbly all the time. “I mean it, Rory. Not a single soul.”

She groans, rolling her eyes again because this is ridiculous and she’s beginning to wonder whether this back and forth is even worth seeing what’s in the duffel. “Okay, I promise! Unless it’s something illegal like drugs. Then I’m snitching.” It’s telling how drunk she is because she grins at him before her next words leave her mouth. “Unless you’re sharing.”

Niall simply huffs, shaking his head. But he seems convinced enough because he reaches behind him for the bag and places it gently between them. He’s visibly nervous as he unzips it, constantly glancing up at her as if he’s afraid of how she might react. When the bag is finally open, he tosses the flap back and just looks at her. She shrugs him off, leaning over to peer inside. At first, she sees nothing interesting, but then, she catches movement and immediately recoils with a gasp.

“What is that!” She knows she’s drunk but damn it seems a bit crazy for it to be what she thinks it is.

Niall doesn’t have to reply to her because the creature is emerging from the bag. First, its head pops out, then, as if realizing it’s free from its confines, it attempts to step out before unceremoniously flopping over until it lands on the grass between them. It has muted orange fur with black stripes. Its eyes are pulled downwards, mouth—or snout?—curved in a way that resembles a frown. And it’s huge. Rory has never seen one that big and didn’t even know they were able to get to that size.

“Whoa,” is what leaves her mouth as she stares dumbly at it. She almost wants to laugh. She has to be absolutely wasted because surely her eyes are deceiving her. “That is...a big cat.” Niall is grinning stupidly at her, reaching out to nuzzle the creature’s face. It purrs at his touch but its frown seems to remain intact. Rory tilts her head at it. “Actually...is it really a cat? And not like...a baby tiger or something?”

“Nah, he’s just a regular ol’ cat. Reckon he’s just a bit big-boned or something.” The creature—Rory thinks she’ll just call it a cat—putters towards her and she leans away from it slightly which makes Niall laugh. “Go on, pet him! Isn’t he a cute little fella!” Niall is absolutely beaming now and Rory huffs. She wouldn’t call that thing little, but she reaches out regardless, cautiously rubbing a finger on its head. The cat closes its eyes and purrs at her touch. “Awww,” Niall coos, reaching out too, “he likes you!”

The shock is wearing off and her senses are finally coming back to her. “Uhhhh. Where did you even get this from? You know they’re not allowed on the grounds right?”

He shrugs, gently grabbing a hold of the cat and placing it back into the duffel. “Some lady left the poor little thing in her car out at valet. When she finally got back she got mad at him for leaping out.” Niall is looking at her all imploringly and all Rory can think about is how he really needs to stop calling that thing little. It is definitely not little. “She even raised her hand on him!” He huffs, getting all heated over it. “So,” he says matter of factly, “I saved him from her.”

Rory stares at him. “You stole a cat?”

He shakes his head at her. “No. I saved him.” He nuzzles the thing before apologizing to it softly as he closes the zipper again, leaving a small portion of it open, probably so it could breathe. “Besides, I’m sure the Dree-foos lady won’t miss him anyway.”

Now she’s gaping at him because she recognizes that name. She nearly hopes she misheard it because he’s in deep shit otherwise. “You stole Mrs. Dreyfuss’s cat?!” she asks in disbelief, eyes widened at him. All he does is shrug and she brings her hands to her mouth. “Horan!” she hisses, “don’t you know who she is?”

Niall gives her a look, reaching into the duffel to pet the stolen cat absentmindedly. “I don’t know? An animal abuser?”

Rory shakes her head, huffing exasperatedly. “No, dummy. She’s on the freakin’ board of directors!” She can see the exact moment the weight of this situation dawns on him, his eyes widening slightly. “If you get caught,” she says, because she feels like he needs to hear it verbalized too, “you’re not just getting fired. Dreyfuss will throw a fit and get the whole company in trouble.”

Silence engulfs them for a moment as Niall mulls over her words. “Damn,” is what he finally ends up saying, eyes glazed over in thought. Then, he turns to Rory, spirit all brightened now like he’s just gotten an idea. “Will you help me hide him from people?”

Rory makes an affronted sound because he is so delusional if he thinks she would ever do that. “Absolutely not! I am not getting fired over your stolen cat-tiger thing.”

He frowns at her, and she ignores the little swoop her tummy gives. “Please? You know the grounds better than anyone.”

She gets up from the curb, wobbling slightly because she’s still tipsy and this is all just ridiculous. “No,” she says firmly, turning around to face him only to realize that he’d gotten up too, the duffel now slung over his shoulder. But then, she feels bad because deep down, she knows he means no harm. Even if he’s being absolutely stupid. So she says, “I’ll walk you to the Shacks. But no more. I want nothing else to do with this.”

He grins at her, thanking her profusely as she starts to lead him through the alleyways to the Shacks. And all she can think about the entire time they’re walking is that if she were sober, this would have never happened.

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Rory thinks Niall Horan is way in over his head.

She’s always been a dreamer, and her mom was always yelling at her to get her head out of the clouds, but no one, she thinks now, is more delusional than Niall Horan if he thinks he can just steal a gigantic cat and keep it safely in his suite at the Shacks.

But she supposes he has 56 days left of summer to deal with that.

tell me what you think! :)

#head in the clouds #writings #niall horan fanfiction #i FULLY intended this to be a oneshot #but then somehow it became over 30 pages long and i was like....maybe it's a fic #anyway wanted to write something fun and goofy and a little bit stupid #if you like it--great #if you don't pls don't tell me lmao #(unless its constructive criticism)#impulse posting tonight bc i'm bored #enjoy #k bye

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Yale Alumni Party - Finn

Request; Wasn’t one. I watched the episode and adore Finn.

Summary; Rory is with Dean, and her sister is single. Both of them are invited to their grandparents Yale Alumni party, Rory gives them the benefit of the doubt, but Y/N knows better and does everything she can to do this her own way.

Me and Rory had been invited to our grandparents for a party and Rory thought it was a good idea and I agreed to go with her but I was not as naive as Rory was and I knew something was up.

It was suspicious that this came a week after Rory had revealed she was once again with Dean and they knew I’d been single for a while. Rory went at six like they asked, but I was turning up at seven and told Rory to tell them I got held up, and I was glad I did.

This was a clear set up as all their ‘Yale Alumni friends’ had sons, no daughters. They had made Rory up like a princess but the make up artist and hair dresser had gone when I turned up.

I went and found Grandma straight away. “Hi Grandma, sorry I’m late.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright. You look lovely.” She smiled. “It’s a shame you couldn’t get here earlier, Rory had her hair and make up redone.”

“Oh what a shame.” I sighed. “Maybe next time.” I nodded, Grandpa came over and introduced me to a lot of people. Thankfully, I had Rory by my side for most of it. At one point, we both managed to sneak into the study.

“Phone Mom.” I said to Rory. “She needs to know.”

“I wish I’d come with you.” She sighed.

“I told you, it’s better to be late to these things.” I shrugged, as she dialed Mom, putting her on loudspeaker.

“I told you.” Mom immediately said, as she answered. “Whatever’s going on on that party. I told you.”

“Do you wanna hear or wanna gloat?” I asked.

Rory told her everything that had happened to her and Mom was not impressed.

“But what about Y/N? Didn’t they do anything to her?”

“I turned up late on purpose because I’m smart.”

“That’s my girl.” Mom said proudly.

“We better go, they’ll definitely notice us missing at this party.” Rory sighed. We hung up and I dragged her to the patio where less people were until some guy named Jordan appeared to speak to Rory. I looked around and spotted Logan and Finn, giving me an idea.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” Rory gave me a look to say “Please don’t leave me.” and I responded with a look that said “Trust me.”

I had been friends with Logan and Finn for a year now, and knew Rory knew them for her Life and Death Brigade story.

“Logan, Finn. I need you guys.” I said, as I reached them. “I need you to pretend to date me and Rory before we get cornered.” I gestured over to Rory.

“What will I get in return?” Finn asked.

“I’ll set you both up with any of my friends you want, preferably not the same one.”

They both agreed, and promised to head over in a few minutes so as not to look suspicious. Some other guy had joined Jordan and my god, they were boring. I was glad when I heard the boys.

“So sorry were late, ladies.” Finn ‘apologized’, putting an arm around me.

“Yeah, thanks for keeping our girls busy man.” Logan smiled at the boys. “Otherwise, they may have noticed how late we are.”

Rory grinned when she saw what a did, and she rested her head on Logan’s shoulder as I wrapped an arm around Finn.

“Wait, you two are with these two?” Jordan asked.

“Going on a year and a half.” Logan answered.

“Two years and a month.” Finn smiled.

“Aww, you remembered the months.” I said, kissing his cheek.

“Then why the hell are we here?” The other guy grumbled. They wandered off as me and Rory thanked the boys.

“God, I hate these parties.” Finn grumbled, as Logan removed his arm from Rory, Finns remained where it was.

“Me too, but hey theres alcohol and your Grandma makes excellent food.”

“My grandma?” Rory was confused. How was she confused? They obviously knew them, why else would they be here?

“Logan?” Grandpa said. Logan turned to greet him and they had a conversation before Grandpa turned to Finn.

“And who is this young gentleman?” He asked, noticing Finns arm around me, and me cuddling into him.

“Oh this is Finn.” I introduced him, as they shook hands. “I met him and Logan at the start of my freshman year and we became friends. I figured it was time to introduce Rory to them.”

I knew Rory knew them but mostly through Life and Death Brigade and if Grandpa and Grandma learned about her jump with Logan, they’d die. I was part of the Brigade and attended the event but did not jump.

I knew he’d like that as Logan was a Huntzberger. Once they established Finn was also in Yale, Grandpa was happy.

“Since you girls seem to be in safe hands, I’m going to make another round and end up at the bar.”

“Bye Grandpa.” I smiled as he left.

“And that is why you should of kept in the same position.” Finn told Logan. “Now, he thinks Y/N has chosen a suitable gentleman.”

“Oh, Finn you are neither suitable or a gentleman.” I teased.

“You wound me.”

“Okay, first step to dealing with boring parties, make a sub-party, relocation.” Logan said, as he grabbed two bottles of champagne and handed a third one to Finn. “Colin!”

“Colin’s here?” I asked, turning to see him joining us.

We headed over to the poolhouse, and had our own party.

“Rory, Y/N. Your grandfather has horrible taste in scotch.” Colin told us, walking past the couch where I was sat between Rory and Finn.

“I think you should go inside and tell him that.” Rory suggested.

“If he hasn’t learned by now, I certainly can’t teach him.”

“Hey, Colin remember to top that up with something.” Logan reminded him. “Don’t want Ace or Y/N getting in trouble now.”

Colin assured he would, as Logan offered us another drink.

“No, because that is alcohol and it’s bad and we’re bad for drinking it.” Finn said, making me laugh. “Spank me.” This was said in all seriousness.

“Bend over then.” I challenged him, but before he could Logan spoke.

“So, what are your ladies choices?” He asked. “This is an obvious meat market, and I’m sure your grandparents are expecting you both pick someone by the end of tonight.”

This prompted all the guys in the poolhouse to chant pick me at me and Rory with Finn handing me a vase full of flowers.

“A room full of guys and still slim pickings.” Logan laughed

“I don’t know, maybe I should let my boyfriend help me choose.” Rory said.

“You have a boyfriend?” Rory nodded, and they turned to me.

“What about you?”

“I’m single.” This prompted to the boys all asking them to pick me again.

“You promised to set me up with someone you knew, any one I wanted. “Finn reminded me. “And I want you.”

“Guess, I’m spoken for guys.” I shrugged, causing Fin to over-dramatically kiss my cheek. “But you are actually taking me out for this Finn.”

“But of course my darling, all the best for the girl I love.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at the antics, when Rory turned to me panicked. “What time is it?”

“8:45.” I told her. “Oh shoot, Dean.” We both jumped up and I helped her get ready. Once they found out Dean was her boyfriend, they all followed us outside.

“I’m sorry she’s late Dean. It’s my fault.” I lied. “My grandparents set this up for me to find a Yale guy and I was trying to get her to stay with me.”

Rory silently thanked me before talking to Dean who broke up with her on the spot. I ran over to her as Dean left and hugged her.

“Okay guys back to the poolhouse.” I called. “It’s major cheer up time.”

“I shall re-enact Passion of the Christ.” Finn yelled, as they began to walk back.

“It’ll be okay.” I assured her. “Nothing seems as bad after Finn’s Passion of the Christ.”

“She’s right.” Logan agreed, who’d hung back to walk with us. “Because it’s terrible.”

We got a small smile out of Rory. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom and clean myself up, meet you there?”

I nodded. “Avoid Grandpa and Grandma, if they see you crying and find out about what happened, they’ll try even harder.”

“If you see them, tell them you’ve gotta get back to me.” Logan suggested.

“Thanks guys.” Rory ran off and me and Logan walked on.

“He actually does like you, you know? Finn, he’s been dying to ask you out for ages.” Logan told me. “Since he’s met you, there’s been no girls.”

“But he always talks about them.” I frowned.

“Yeah, to make you jealous.” He told me. “Just give him a real chance, yeah?”

“I will.” I smiled at Logan. We entered the poolhouse for Finn to appear by my side with alcohol. “So, next Saturday, 8. I’ll pick you up from your dorm?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled. Rory ran back in at this point.

“I saw them but I said we were hanging with Logan and Finn and they were happy and let me go.”

“Awesome.” I grinned, handing her a drink. “Let’s party.”

Afterwards, we ended up in a limo which took me and Rory home, I got out with Logan and Finn following me so Rory could leave. Rory stumbled out, making me laugh.

Before he could leave, I grabbed Finn’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss amidst whoops and cheers. “See you next week, handsome.” I grinned, pulling apart. “Bye guys, C’mon Rory.”

I grabbed her hand and we ran towards the house. Tonight actually turned out great.

#prompt #drabble #writing #writing prompt #writing drabble #Gilmore Girls #gilmore girls prompt #gilmore girls drabble #gg #GG Prompt #gg drabble #finn #finn prompt #finn drabble #tanc sade #tanc sade prompt #tanc sade drabble

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Season 1

TL-TR;

1. I DO NOT like Emily. 2. Richard is a great character. 3. Luke and Lorelei are my OTP (also, I love Sookie and Jackson).

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I’ve been re-watching the show recently (mostly because I’ve got nothing left to watch, so I’d truly appreciate recommendations) and honestly I’m amazed all over again and have to share a few thoughts.

I do not like Emily, no matter what you’re going to say to defend her.

Lorelei: “Why do you pounce on every single thing I say?” Emily: “That’s absurd. You’ve barely uttered a word all night.” Lorelei: “Oh, come on.” Emily: “You did. All I heard you say way ‘pie’.” (S.1:E.1 - Pilot)

Emily tells Lorelei that if she wants the money to pay for Chilton, both girls have to come for weekly Friday night dinners - that we all know, but it’s way too early to determine whether or not she’s a misunderstood mom, but then they arrive to dinner and Emily gives all of her attention to Rory.

I can understand that, you know? She’d been hurt by her daughter, a lot, and she wants to make Rory feel heard and welcomed, so she won’t have to deal with the same heartbreak she dealt with before, but while protecting her own feelings, she makes Lorelei fight for a spot at the table. She makes her work way too hard on the first night they spend together as a family, which is one of the reasons Lorelei left in the first place. Now, what bothers me the most is that when Lorelei opens up and tells Emily basically “please, listen to me”, Emily doesn’t see she’s at fault. She dismisses it instead of trying to hear her out. STILL NOT LISTENING TO HER!

The relationship between the two of them is like that throughout the whole show, and of course, Lorelei has her moments of not hearing her mother out, but most of the time, she tries to listen to her and she tries to allow her into her life, but Emily doesn’t do the same, which is basically me saying- Emily is a TERRIBLE mother.

Richard wasn’t on board with Friday night dinners and letting Lorelei and Rory into their lives again, but he changes his mind after spending some time with Rory.

Rory: “I can’t believe I hit the ball!” Richard: “Well it was quite impressive.” Rory: “It landed in the water.” Richard: “Yes, but the splash was quite impressive.” (S.1:E.3 - Kill Me Now)

Well, it’s not that Richard wasn’t on board with Emily making the girls a part of their lives again, it was that for the first few episodes Richard didn’t know Rory at all and didn’t like Lorelei for the heartache she’d caused by leaving. He decided to pull himself out of any major decisions made by Emily and at the table he mostly kept quiet, until Rory said she must choose a sports team to be a part of at Chilton.

Richard wasn’t the one to suggest bringing Rory to the club with him, it was Emily’s idea and she talked him into it after already making the plans for them. Richard didn’t want to go through this, but, when they finally started talking, they realized they had a lot to talk about and he suddenly sees his granddaughter, a smart girl he was too proud to see before.

Luke and Lorelei!

Lorelei: “Mind if I hang out here a sec?” Luke: “Why? What’s going on over there?” Lorelei: “Sookie and Jackson are on their first date.” Luke: “Seems to be going well.” Lorelei: “I think I’d wear blue to the wedding.” Luke: “Who’s the other guy?” Lorelei: “That’s Jackson’s cousin. He’s my date!” Luke: “Lucky girl!” Lorelei: “Yes, I think so. He is, believe it or not, even less thrilled with the match up than I am.” Luke: “You’re kidding, why?” Lorelei: “I’m too tall.” Luke: * Laughs * “Get out.” Lorelei: “I’m serious.” Luke: “Doesn’t he understand how great that is? You can get all the stuff from the top shelf.” Lorelei: “Exactly. That is exactly what I bring to a relationship. Explain that to him will you.” (S.1:E.12 - Double Date)

Luke REALLY likes Lorelei throughout the whole show, she’s the reason so many of his relationships didn’t last (I made a whole post about it, read it here) and seeing him so uneasy around her, trying to act like what she says doesn’t make him change his whole view and opinions of things is just too cute. Also, seeing Lorelei bringing up the possibility of them being together is precious (talking about it was what made Sookie grow the ovaries to ask Jackson out).

#Gilmore Girls #rory gilmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Luke Danes #luke and lorelai #lorelei and luke #lorelei gilmore #luke x lorelai #gilmoregirls #Emily Gilmore #richard gilmore #richard and emily #Richard and Emily Gilmore #gilmore girls best moments #best gilmore girls moments #gilmoregirlsbestmoments #bestgilmoregirlsmoments #gilmore girls quotes #gilmoregirlsquotes

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You Will Be King (Gale/Thom)

A/N: Well, here's the first non-Gadge piece. I don't know why but Thom and Gale's relationship has always interested me, and I've been imagining what they'd be like together for a while now. We get very little of Thom in the books (bummer!), but I always imagined the two of them as inseparable. Not a whole lot of Thom/Gale romance going on here, today, but if you're interested, I'd love to continue the piece!

This piece is inspired by Netflix's The King. I'm kind of OBSESSED with Timothée Chalamet and have been watching all his movies again recently. I just finished The King for a second time and it inspired me to write another royalty piece.

Gale paused outside of the throne room, his spine stiffening. The last time he entered this room he told his father he was gay and was engaged to a man. Their wedding would be at the end of the summer – to mark their second anniversary – and he would be moving out and abdicating his direct line to the throne immediately.

Now, after six months, his hands still sweat the way they did that day. He curls and uncurls his fists, trying to wick away the sweat bedding on the palms.

He doesn’t know why his father has summons him to the palace after all this time. It certainly couldn’t be for forgiveness. Gale’s own siblings haven’t even been allowed to communicate with him since the day he had left, and – despite being invited to his wedding – hadn’t been allowed to come. It had hurt Gale more than he wanted it too, finally sharing a union with someone he loved without the witness of his family. Their absence had felt wrong then, and still do now. So, standing in front of the be wooden doors with the family seal engraved into its center put an awkward weight on Gale’s chest. The pressure came from within, bubbling his fears and worries with it.

The guards patiently waited for approval to open to the door – something they didn’t have to do now that they held no loyalty to him anymore. But now that Gale is standing in front of the doors…he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready to face his father again, to see the disappointment his father’s eyes placed upon him every time they were in the same room. He has gravely disappointed his father, ripping away the long-sipped cocktail of monarchal succession. The old-fashioned recipe sweet to thy country’s tongue and thy country’s citizens, a taste so strong and recognizable that one unbalanced flavor would spark an outburst. Gale is the glass hitting the bar top, his father’s voice the disgruntled complaint for a remake, but Gale wasn’t remake-able.

Gale has known for years that he desired male attention and only male. He fumbled with it, became connected with it, in darkened alleys and sticky bathroom floors. Gale’s body always ended up the same: pushed against the alcohol covered wall with someone’s impossibly hot hands pressured firmly against his stomach and their lips confidently pressed to his throat. It only came out in places where the other residents wouldn’t remember seeing him there when they opened their eyes the next morning, too drunken to spill the tea to the media about a prince with unroyal desires.

Very few people knew about his internal desires. He displayed them only when appropriate, as desires should be. At palace galas and garden parties, he tucked his desires away and forced himself to only admire the well-fitting suits with his eyes instead of his lips. His desires is his own problem to control, not exert onto anyone, but outside, in the well past midnight moonlight, he unleashed his desires with any willing body.

When he came stumbling back home in the early mornings, his oldest sibling, Lucinda, would just shake her head and lock the underground tunnel door behind him. As they stumbled through the old musty tunnels, they whispered about the men they shared their beds with – or rather the men whose beds they lay in. Once they pushed open the hidden library door, no words of desired hands or sharp teeth or warm thighs would ever be spoken. They kept each other’s dick appointments between themselves, immunity granted through shared collateral.

For years, so many men let him into their warm beds, whispering how beautiful and delicate his petite body was, how his unmarred skin glistened in the glow of the moon. More often than not, the men would rave to him about being in bed with the prince, but Gale pretended it was role play, convincing himself that in those moments he was nothing but an ordinary man.

He was anything but ordinary then. He was indeed a Prince of Panem.

It wasn’t until he met Thomas Michael Grayland that he finally felt the freedom only ordinary men felt. Thom rarely mentioned anything about royalty, and definitely not while in bed. In the rare moments where royalty passed his lips, it was of criticism, mostly toward Gale’s father. Thom resented the King for his oppressive tactics he used on his children. He hated the way Gale was stifled and silenced all because he was the eldest male and would be destined to ascend the throne. Thom was the first person Gale had ever breathed the words abdication to, and he was the only man who pushed Gale to follow what Gale’s heart said was true. He never pressured Gale to make a choice or to choose him over the crown, but a part of that might have been that Gale wore his weathered heart on his sleeve. There was never a moment’s hesitation about abdicating. Gale had wanted it for years, since he could remember understanding what the line of succession meant for him. And despite his sweaty palms, Gale had rolled into the throne room that day confidently covered in the smell of Thom’s day-old cologne and mint Chapstick.

And he’d do it again, just this time with a little more sweat on his palms.

He nodded and the doors slowly began to open.

“Your Majesty, your son has arrived.”

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“Gale,” King Marcus said coolly, his eyes desert dry of warmth upon landing on his son.

“Father,” Gale bites out. He doesn’t deserve that title after everything, but Gale bites his tongue.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I have called you here today.” He waits for his son to nod before continuing. He confidently shifts in this throne, the unnecessary crown placed lightly on his head. It seemed to float there, like it was meant to be there, although Gale’s own shoulder felt its weight from across the room. Gale had always noticed the ease in which his father took to ruling, to the fancy and expensive suits, the heavy crowns and robes always appearing to float weightlessly on his shoulders.

Gale could admit that his father is an excellent king, there was no doubt about that. The kingdom took great pride in plastering his face everywhere and worshipping the ground he walked on. On the other side of that very same coin, though, Gale could also say that his father is a shitty dad. In the younger years, when royalty and lines of succession and duties were far, far away, he can remember the good dad he had. The one who taught him guitar and piano and how to write a song, the dad who would run through the big rain puddle that turned their backyard into a lake, the dad who would bake cookies with them in the kitchen and eat half the cookie dough before it even reached the oven. But as Gale grew older, their relationship changed, and Marcus became more of a dictator than a father. He disguised his harsh punishments and disappointed stares as a father’s love, but Gale knew that Marcus hated the person Gale had become.

Marcus had always viewed Gale as weak. He constantly told him that he was “too romantic,” and “needed to stop wearing his heart on his sleeve,” but Gale didn’t know how too, nor did he think it would be very beneficial. Gale – who dealt through most things with tears – would be told to harden his exterior and only cry on the inside.

“A King is meant to be a powerful leader, not a crybaby,” his father would rant at him constantly.

But Gale didn’t feel like a king, he felt like a child whose feelings got hurt.

As Gale grew older, and his tears were shed in the quiet of his mother’s arms in his darkened bedroom, Gale watched his dad turn into his father, who would eventually turn into his king. Gale’s emotional state and desire to be loved would sever all familial ties between them. They became harsh master and unwilling student.

After a long pause, Marcus spoke again, and much like the last time they had spoken, the words are condemning.

“You will be king.”

The words echoed through the empty room, bouncing off the marble floors and the gallery seats and passing through the crystal beads of the high chandelier.

“No.” It came out harder than Gale expected his voice to allow, but he reveled in the reverence of answer, the clarity that rang through the single syllable.

The King’s chin rises only a fraction. “You will be king,” he repeats.

“I will not.”

“It is your destiny.”

“I have not soughtit,” Gale spits out, “I abdicated the throne. Don’t you remember?”

“I remember.” His father’s eyes grow harden, the gray turning to stone and his fist curling around the armrest with great tension. “I know you did, but you mustbeking.”

“I do not wantit.”

“I cannot have your sister on the throne. She are far too devoured by her own interests. And your brothers and younger sister are too young. Rory isn’t even 13 yet, let alone 16. It must be you, Gale.”

“I don’t wantit,” he repeats.

“It isn’t about want, Gale.”

“Everything is about want, father. You can’t force me to place a hideous crown on my head. I abdicated; I’ve made my choice. Parliament won’t change the decision now.”

Marcus sits back in his throne. A spark a fear spreads through Gale’s chest as his father’s face twists with satisfaction.

“Your mother and I have spoken to Parliament.” His full lips spread into a wicked grin. He knows how much Gale values his mother and her trust. For her to agree with his father on this means the years of preaching to him to be himself and only himself has to be lies. “It will not be a problem. They have already agreed to reverse your decision.”

“This is bullshit!” the words echo harshly in the room. “You didn’t agree with my decision to leave this fucked up family, despite the years of abuse at yours and Parliament’s hand. You wouldn’t even throw me a bone and allow me to be who I am. I abdicated for a reason, father–”

“So you could suck a cock.” It wasn’t even a question, just a statement.

“And many indeed I did, but I did that with a crown on my head. My loyalty lies with only one cock outside these walls.”

“You’ll grow out of it. Once that crown is on your head, you’ll find the pleasures of a woman. Of an heir.”

“Are you speaking from personal experience?”

He knows the weight of that insinuation, of the repulsion that will rise in his father’s chest being associated with such a comment. He knows this, so he uses it.

“You disgustme!”

“My happiness — your own son’shappiness — disgusts you? This is the reason I left the family, Father. I gave up my title to be who I am. To be with him, to celebrate the beauty of who we are, of love. I never asked for this life, Father. I never wanted royalty or a crown or a title. I wanted simplicity and someone to love me.”

“England loves you.”

Gale spits on the floor for real this time, stamping his foot into it and smearing it into the floor.

“England has showed me time and time again it does not love me, and she will not love me,” he growls.

Marcus’ voice lightens for a mere second, “Gale, I wish this could be diff—“

“It canbe different, Father. You choosefor it to proceed this way.”

“We have to sacrifice our lives for our country. We are born to be dutiful, to love England.”

“But do youlove me?”

He father stills in his chair, his head shifting to one side, his eyes widen a fraction. “Of course I do.”

“Just the old me?” Gale volleys back.

“Yes, the old you. The only who isn’t drunk off satanic desires, yes.”

“It. Is. Not. Satanic.”

“Isn’t it? Nowhere in our church does it say to engage in such relations.”

“FUCK THE CHURCH! Fuck you, Dad.” He chest heaves with such weight. Gale likes to think of himself as a calm individual, a steadfast partner. The only man who can make Gale lose his shit is Marcus. “If you love me, leave me alone. Don’t call me back to palace to rip the life I’ve built from myself.”

His father’s face boils red. “You likeliving in poverty? You likethe disgusted looks? You likebe disgraced among your own people?”

Gale rolls his eyes. “Father, please, they were worse when I had a sparkling crown on my head.”

Marcus shifts in his seat again, crossing his ankle over his knee. It was the first time that Gale had noticed that his father is incomplete. His bare foot pokes out from under the heavy robe, his poke tattoo of a crown on the bottom of his foot is almost completely worn off now. Much like his reign over his kingdom.

But what bothered Gale the most was the fact that his father couldn’t even be bothered to dress for him, but had time to put on a crown. Gale was such a disgrace and afterthought that shoes weren’t even important enough to be worn in front of him.

“Of course you’ll have to marry again,” his father began. “We can move Thom somewhere no one will know him, make a deal with a neighboring nation. We can say he died, or you made a mistake – although that might cause a national scandal. Mmm…we’ll figure it out later. Margaret Undersee is still available to marry and we–“

“Father, stop.”

“Gale, there’s a lot—“

“To do? There is nothingto do, Father. I will not be king no matter how hard you try to ignore my answer. You’ll just have to remain king until Rory is of age or bend the rules to make him king at 14, like you’re clearly willing to bend the rules to break my abdication.”

“Gale, it is your—“

“No, no. I reject your offer.”

“You cannot do such a thing. I am the King.”

“I’m going to ask you again…Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, you’re my son.”

“Do you love me more than England?”

“Gale, please. This isn’t a discussion worth having.”

“Answer me, Dad.”

Marcus’ face softens are the mention of ‘dad.’ He sighs, looking across the room at his son. His pale, thin son stares back him. The clothing that once fit him now hangs off his shoulders and pools against his withering body. The shadows under his eyes were darker than night and his once smooth hands are now puckered with scars from broken guitar strings. Marcus could almost hear the sad melody playing off his son’s aura, the single violin playing a soft note of a sinking chord.

“Of course I love you,” he finally says.

A silence settles over them as Marcus waits for his son’s reply. He could see the tears well up in his son’s eyes. And despite the words of criticism being on the edge of his tongue, he lets his heart speak first. He lets his son drown in his emotions just this once. He watches a single tear run down his son’s cheek, the tips of fingers tingling to wipe it away.

“I wish you loved me as much as you love England.”

He had seen through. Gale had seen through the lie.

Gale turned on his heel and made way for the door. The guards raced to pull open the door in time for Gale to run through them, but Marcus stops their descent. Gale would have to push through his own door. He didn’t mind, his father always made things difficult.

His hands wrapped around the steel handle, the thick metal cold in his hands. He stopped, leaning his forehead against the door, wishing he could leave without the last comment, knowing he couldn’t.

“I hate you!” he cries out, his breath heaving in his chest.“I hate you.”

“Gale.” His voice was light, soften by the moment of emotion.

Gale turns around, peaking through heavy eyelids and tear stained lashes. His breath catching in his throat, choking him. He wails unapologetically into the open air, his hands the only thing keeping him from sinking to the floor.

“You must be king.”

He collapses.

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A/N: Should I continue?

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