Rest in Peace Lance Sweets
THE ASSHOLES KILLED SWEETS?
Slow clap for Terri. She gets it.
And the thing I love about fanfiction is that it allows me to write for a global audience and get immediate feedback on my writing, all the while not having to worry about my work getting stolen because I’m not doing it for profit and they’re not my characters in the first place. It’s just all in fun and a way to help develop my writing.
Very true. And the existing world and characters mean writers can focus on detail, plot, dialogue, emotional development, etc.
THAT’S ME THAT’S ME THAT’S ME I’M LAURA!!!!
You are in high school.
You dropped out of high school.
You live within 20 minutes of your best friend.
You don’t have a best friend.
You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed.
You live within 20 minutes of your ex.
You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours.
You have been to the movies within the last week.
You have dated 3 or more people just this year.
You have been a designated driver.
You have broken merchandise and not paid for it.
You have played strip poker.
You are Catholic.
You are atheist.
You recycle regularly.
You are a brunette.
You have dated a blonde.
You are friends with a redhead.
You are taller than your mum.
You are taller than your dad.
You have a bank account.
You’ve written a check for less than $5.
You have visited the Statue of Liberty.
You have visited the Eiffel Tower.
You have visited Big Ben.
You have visited the Colosseum.
You have visited The Great Wall of China.
You have never been out of the country.
You have been a waiter/waitress.
You own a Bible.
You own something with a Pentagram on it.
You have used a Ouija Board.
You have been a witch for Halloween.
You have been a zombie for Halloween.
You have your eyebrow pierced.
You have a Monroe piercing.
You have your nose pierced.
You have no tattoos.
You have more than 2 tattoos.
You straighten your hair occasionally.
You have worn a dress in the last 3 days.
You live somewhere that gets snow.
You celebrate Hanukkah.
You were at your own house last New Year’s.
You were at a bar last New Year’s.
You slept through last New Year’s.
You have worked on Christmas Eve.
You have worked on Christmas.
You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today.
You were told by someone who’s not family.
You slept in your own bed last night.
You regret kissing the last person you kissed.
You are wearing a necklace right now.
You are wearing something red.
You are wearing something blue.
You are wearing something purple.
Your phone number ends with an even number.
You have kissed the last person you called/texted.
You are currently listening to music.
You are waiting for something.
You don’t like seafood.
You have eaten deer sausage.
You have given a complete stranger your phone number.
You have been hit on at work.
You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you.
You have been whistled at.
You were creeped out by it.
You are a good speller.
You are very punctual.
You were dating someone in December of 2008.
You are still dating that person.
You have cheated on someone.
You have been on a cruise ship.
You have camped out in your own backyard.
You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you.
You are a Pisces.
You are an Aquarius.
You are a Leo.
You wonder what will happen when you die.
You are afraid of the dark.
You write in all capital letters.
You have been told you have nice handwriting.
You have had a song written for you.
You have had a picture drawn of you.
You have curly/wavy hair.
You are wearing a watch.
You are wearing flip flops.
You wouldn’t date someone who smoked.
You know someone with the same birthday as you.
You are a morning person.
You are a night owl.
You slept in past 10 am today.
You have big plans for next weekend.
You are thinking of someone right now.
Your job is stressing you out.
You don’t have a job.
You have never had a job.
You were fired from your last job.
You know sign language.
You will usually try something at least once.
You have been swimming in the last month.
You are pessimistic by nature.
You have taken a ballet class. (Does Jazz Ballet count?)
You have taken karate.
You have taken gymnastics.
You wish on shooting stars.
You wish at 11:11.
Your birthday has already come this year.
You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year.
You aren’t over your ex.
You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you.
You have let someone use you.
You were/are a teenage mom.
You are a cosplayer.
You were named after someone.
You like your name.
Your last drink was water.
You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’.
You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going.
You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’.
You are self-conscious about your body.
You have a hangover.
You have a pet fish.
You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house.
You have a good parent.
Your parents are still married.
You have step-siblings.
You are the oldest.
You are adopted.
You have a triplet
You don’t want kids.
You want more than four kids.
You have a bad temper.
You have made out with a complete stranger.
You usually make the first move in an intimate situation.
You have broken your arm.
You have had to get stitches on your face.
You have had an MRI.
Your fingernails are painted.
You like to draw.
You like to sing.
You can play an instrument.
You keep a lot of secrets from people.
You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you.
You don’t trust people easily.
You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone.
You drive a car older than a 2002.
You have lost a friend you never thought you would.
You know a child who died of cancer.
You know a teenager who died in a car wreck.
You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours.
You have cut your hair in the last week.
You wear glasses.
Your favorite season is Autumn.
Your favorite color is orange.
Your favorite animal is a dolphin.
You last rode in a car with a relative.
You last rode in a car with a girl/woman.
You last rode in a car with the person you are dating.
You regularly watch Asian dramas.
You love Chinese food.
Your best friend is older than you.
You have to go to school/work tomorrow.
You answered every question truthfully.
“You know, it’s interesting about Stana. I do believe she could shoot somebody. No, seriously. There are a lot of actresses out there holding guns and you’re like, ‘Eh, come on.’” - Susan Sullivan
i never thought i would read a sentence like this
"You were a girl once."
Let’s face it, despite the masculinity of her job Kate Beckett is the girliest girl ever to girl!
The blackest bird there ever was. It’s black on the outside from head to toe, and black on the inside with its meat and organs.
It’s called the Ayam Cemani from Indonesia, and they’re $2,500 a pop. Their bones are black, too. The only part of them that’s not black is their blood
Am I the only one thinking of a million and one big black cock jokes here?
raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time
Yeah fuck you ABC!
Its like they’re purposely making a reason not to renew it for an eighth season!
But seriously. The lack of promotion has gotten so bad that -
- Nathan thanked Zac Levi for inviting him to NerdHQ since “he doesn’t get invited to Comic Con anymore” (the last time being in 2011 for Castle).
- Stana took it upon herself to do the poster promotion on Twitter -…
Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.
She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away.
(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)
But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.
Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”
She didn’t really know who Harry was.
But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.
He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.
Val wanted to go.
Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.
Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.
"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"
Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.
"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"
Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.
But they moved.
Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.
She knew what she was now.
(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)
I want a seven book series with 8 movie adaptations STAT
I need this intensely, forever
PLEEEEEASE I NEED IT LIKE YESTERDAY
FOR EVERONE WHO EVER SAW THIS
WE HAVE A MIGHTY NEED.
Day 4 of My Photo Fic Challenge. Photo prompt from ekinham
Part of the Ava-Marie Castle verse. Previous fic can be found here
At the ripe old age of four, Ava-Marie Castle has decided that she is a princess, not just any princess though, one that kicks butt. She tells her mother time and time again that she’ll be a princess and be cool like her Gamma. This latest revelation means that Ava can only wear princess dress when she leaves the house.
It’s an early summer afternoon and Ava’s preschool has already closed for the summer, Kate has the day off so she offered to watch her only granddaughter as she waits for her own children’s school to let out. She offers to take Ava to the park to feed the ducks, and no amount of negotiations or bribes would convince the four year old that wearing her birthday dress was not a good idea.
At six months pregnant, Kate just didn’t have the energy to argue with the stubborn little red head and finally relents. They take a cab to the park, Ava holding Kate’s hand as they pass the various street vendors and tourist alike all of whom stop to look at the little red head in the deep green dress, who looks more like she should be going to a tea party and not the park. Ava, ever the drama queen, much like her great-grandmother waves at her audience, even doing a curtsey at one of the NYPD officers who bows at her. Kate shakes her head as Ava tugs her along the cobblestone pathway and towards the wide open fields of the park.
“Gamma, the flowers!” Ava says excitedly, pointing at the newly bloomed flowers as she tugs Kate up the small hill.
“Ava, Gamma can’t run as fast as she use to.” Kate reminds the little girl, as she places a hand on her stomach, rubbing a particular sore spot that one of the twins just kicked.
The wind suddenly picks up and Ava’s red hair is now splattered against her face, and Kate watches in amusement as the four year old fights with her red locks, the little green band around her head doing nothing to keep it at bay,“Do you want me to braid it for you?”
“Gamma.” Ava says with an exasperated sigh, spitting out hair from her mouth, “Princesses no braid their hair.”
“Elsa does.” Kate points out cheekily, bitting her lip at the way Ava rolls her eyes, tiny hands now on her hip.
“Elsa is a queen.” Ava points out, “ ‘sides I’m a princess like Ariel.”
“Of course.” Kate says with a grin as she pulls out a blanket from her bag and lays it on the grass just before she gives Ava the go ahead to run off, “Remember, don’t go anywhere I can’t see you!”
She doesn’t get a response, but she knows the little girl will heed her warning. She leans against the large boulder behind her, stretching out her legs in front of her as she watches Ava twirl in the middle of the grassy fields, her red vibrant hair flowing in the wind. At 37 Kate thought her biggest challenge would be juggling a toddler along with a newborn, but then Alexis came to them in tears, barely out of college and turned their lives upside down. Kate found herself learning not only to be a mother, but also a grandmother as well. Now, it’s four years later and she can’t imagine life without her rambunctious, inquisitive granddaughter, anymore than she could fathom life without her own children.
She rubs her protruding stomach, smiling softly when she feels a soft thump against the palm of her hand.She watches as Ava picks up a flower, clasping it between both her hands and blowing forcefully so that the small pieces disperses around her, her giggles making Kate smile. “Ladybug!”
Ava spins around looking at her grandmother curiously, Kate is the only one that is allowed to call Ava that. Ava insists that she’s too old for silly nicknames, effectively breaking Castle’s heart. Kate watches as Ava crouches, the tails of her green dress gathering dirt as she picks a handful of flowers. “Gamma, I bought flowers for the babies!”
“Thank you ladybug,” Kate says with a smile, patting the empty space next to her, “You wanna see the babies kick?”
Ava eyes widen in surprise, as she plops onto the spot next to Kate, “I thought we only feels it?”
“Usually,” Kate nods in agreement. She then leans back against the boulder, tugging her shirt to the top of her large stomach. She then presses lightly at the spot one of the twins just kick and grins when a tiny foot slowly protrudes through her stomach as Ava gasps loudly, scurrying to her knees to get a closer look, “Gamma, I see him foot!”
Kate laughs as she takes Ava’s tiny hand and pushes her little finger to her stomach, and when they get a strong jab back in response, Ava squeals in excitement, “Him, kick butt too?”
“I think so, ladybug.”