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oh I wasn’t aware it was feeding the ai. I’ve inserted hundreds of fics into chatgpt for their continuation or for a different plot within the same context just for fun and out of curiosity… but I’ve never posted any of them…

Indeed, anything that is given to AI it can use later to draw from. That's why it doesn't matter if you post them or not as it has now access to those writers' texts without their permission.

~Mod L

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We are not going to let that fuckwad DeSantis gain a foothold in the 2024 election.

You are going to fucking vote for Joe Biden, and you are going to give us a fucking chance to save our country from fascism, and you aren't going to fucking complain about it, because there is literally no other choice.

We will not let another election be a close call. Are you listening?

Vote for Biden. Vote for whatever Democrat is most popular in your local elections. Our system sucks, but this is what we're working with. Just fucking vote.

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Compromise

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: F l u f f, 1:00 am hastily written fic

A/N: Hiii everyone! I’m sticking with writing Poe for now until requests come in because idk it feels really comfortable atm. Thank you for reading :)

Saturday halfway through the semester typically meant a day spent in bed, surrounded by books, laptop open for hours on end, eyes blinking back the symptoms of strain.

Poe never really understood how you could get yourself so bogged down in your reading for classes- an aeronautical engineering major himself, his was used to problem sets, skimming notes found in the speaker’s notes section of the slides his professors posted, using his hands in mechanics labs. The whole “burying your head in James Joyce for seven hours and then start doing your work” thing? Not his speed. That was definitely not how Poe got through undergrad.

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Imagine...

Cassian falling in love with you but doesn’t know how to handle it. 

Cassian had just returned from a rather tough and gruelling mission. The type he didn’t want to talk about and just wanted to go to bed and forget about the war for just a moment. He has just been coming out of the command centre following his debriefing when he first saw you.

You were working on another ship next to his, your hair was tied up away from your face and you were frowning down at the piece of equipment in your hand. From where he was standing, he could see that you were covered in grease and oil. The X-Wing you were working on looked in pretty bad condition but you had a determined look on your face as you got to work.

Cassian smiled, if only because you intrigued him. Who would even attempt to fix the X-Wing? It looked like it was nothing more than scrap metal. Shaking his head, he decided he was long overdue for some rest.

The next time Cassian saw the pretty mechanic, it was when you were storming over to him, barely waiting a second for the ramp to drop before you were running up it.

“Don’t people normally knock before they enter now days?” K2 remarked, making your blood boil.

Cassian shook his head at the droid, knowing from your expression that now wasn’t the time for any of the droid’s dry and sarcastic remarks.

“You can’t park here!” you insisted, arms crossing in front of you as you stared up at him. He was a good head taller than you but you weren’t going to let that stop you.

“This is shuttle bay 1” Cassian reminded, eyebrows raised as he wondered what the problem was and why it was important enough for you to storm aboard his ship.

“I know that! Do you know how I know that? It’s because I work here! We have a delivery of proton blasters coming in, so you have to move” you ordered, not backing down.

“I was given permission by the- “ Cassian started but you interrupted him with an impatient wave of your hand.

“I was given instructions to keep this shuttle bay clear, so I’m afraid Captain, you’ll have to move your ship or I’ll do it for you” you sneered, looking at the rank on his jacket.

“I’d like to see you try” Cassian scoffed, shaking his head and imitating you by crossing his arms also.

Huffing, you went over to the controls, determined to move the U-Wing to another position so that the delivery could arrive on time.

“Hey! Don’t touch my ship!” he cried, jumping in front of you and pulling your hands away from the controls. Maybe he had underestimated your skills if you thought you could fly his ship.

“Well then, I suggest moving it before your ship becomes a rather flattened U” you retorted, heading over to the steel doors.

“I’m Cassian Andor. You know, just in case you wanted to take this any higher” he smirked, calling out to you.

“Good suggestion, I’ll think about it. In the meantime, if something happens to your ship, don’t ask for Y/N. Otherwise I might just tamper with it on purpose” you called back, stopping at the top of the ramp and letting a small smile grace your lips.

Over the next few weeks and months, he and you had spoken a few times. Mostly it was more civil than your first conversation. Often it was about life on the base at Yavin, or one of the things you were working on. You never talked about his work or his missions. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you. He had learnt that the X-Wing was your father’s that you had been trying to fix up for ages. It was slow progress but enjoyable. Mon Mothma let you work on it when you had fixed all the ships that you were instructed to do every day.

It came out of nowhere for him. At least, that was what it felt like. One minute he was looking at you, seeing you laughing at something that K2 was telling you, then the next he couldn’t help but think that he loved you and didn’t want to be without you.

“Cassian are you listening to me?” you demanded, working under the belly of the ship. It had taken a rather bad battering after a heavy landing during an intelligence reconnaissance that went wrong.

“Are you still talking?” he said, eyebrow raised as he tried to calm himself down from the small panic attack he was having at the sudden realisation. He was in love with you. But he couldn’t be, he didn’t do that. It was better that way. Getting close to someone was always harder in the long run when they inevitably left or was killed.

You laughed, kicking at his shins as you ducked underneath the ship. “I was saying that you need to be more careful with your ship. She’s took some damage” you reported, grabbing a spanner that you hoped would tighten a couple of rods to the panel wall.

“There’s no one I would trust more with her” Cassian replied, voice a little too soft for his liking. He hoped you hadn’t noticed, cursing at himself for how he could not hide how he felt for you for a few minutes.

However, you pulled yourself out and smiled softly at him. “I’m honoured Captain” you said, voice genuine and full of warmth.

After that, he pulled away from you, feeling too exposed and raw whenever he saw you. He had a job to do, he had to gather intelligence, fight against oppression. None of which could be done when he was so distracted with you. That didn’t make it any easier though.

Every time he saw you, he could see all the little traits of yours he loved and made him want to go over to you. Sometimes it was the other way around, you would come over to him, expression bright and excited, ready to tell him something about a new development of the X-Wing. But always he made his excuse to leave or allowed himself to be pulled away from you. Every time the hurt and disappointed expression on your face cut him down to his core.

Sometimes it was that face that followed him into his nightmares, sharing the space with the many dreadful deeds he had done in the name of war. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he couldn’t see you get hurt because of him or a little more selfishly, he didn’t think he could bare it if something happened to you.

He really should have seen it coming in hindsight. For all the time he had known you, gotten close to you and developed feelings for you, he knew without a doubt that you were stubborn. Almost as stubborn as he was. So, it shouldn’t have surprised him when he came onto his U-Wing and found you sitting in his pilot chair.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he frowned, looking away as he began to do the usual checks before he flew out. He hoped if he ignored you long enough then you would leave.

“I want to know why you’re ignoring me. And don’t insult my intelligence by saying you’re not” you warned, voice as cold as ice. You were fed up of him running away every time you got close to him. Or made rubbish excuses so that he couldn’t stop and talk to you.

Cassian froze, jaw tightening as he refused to let out his secret. It was better this way, he tried to convince himself. Relaxing his shoulders, he returned to checking on his weapons supply.

“Cassian! The least I deserve is an explanation!” you snapped, jumping up out of his chair and making your way closer to him.

“I’ve just been busy, I have been given more missions recently” Cassian shrugged, refusing to look at her.

“Cassian, you look like you want to run away from me! What is it? What is it that I did that was so wrong that now you can barely look at me!” you demanded, tears pricking at your eyes and voice flooded with hurt and sadness.

Again, he didn’t say anything, willing to let this play out. How could he say that he loved you? It was ridiculous! You wouldn’t want a man like him, you deserved a better man than him.

“Cassian please! You’re breaking my heart… I… I thought you liked me” you whispered, losing the battle to your tears as they poured down your cheeks and dripped onto your uniform.

It was then that he looked up, couldn’t take listening to you cry over him. “That is the reason we cannot be friends. It’s better I break your heart now than further on down the line” Cassian hissed, gripping onto your elbows. It was the first time in weeks that he had any contact with you and it left him kind of breathless.

“I don’t understand… what do you mean that’s the reason? Why would you break my heart?” you gasped, trying to stop the tears from falling.

“Because I love you. You could get hurt because of me. I could die and that would hurt you, but the thought of something happening to you makes me want to go out into a fire fight with a TIE-fighter and lose. This feeling I have for you, is dangerous, better to stop it now before the inevitable happens” Cassian snapped, feeling all his fear and worry pour out of him.

“Is that what you really think? That what we feel is dangerous because you think one of us is going to die. Look around you idiot, we’re at war. Anyone could die, but that shouldn’t stop us from living!” you implored, shaking your head at his idiocy. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that you liked this man.

Cassian’s head shot up, considering your eyes and seeing them red from all your crying. He hated seeing you cry. Hated being the reason even more. But what you had said had caught his attention. We. You had said we. Did you feel the same way as him?

“We, you said what we feel?” he breathed, feeling hope stir in his chest. It was something he had not felt in a long time.

“Yes, because I love you Cassian, even if you don’t feel the same. I can’t stand us not talking and being friends at least. So, whatever you think makes what we have so dangerous, you should remember that we’ve been through worse. Like when K2 fried all the circuits in my quarters” you smiled, hoping to see him do the same, although his smiles were always a rare occurrence. You took his hand in yours, squeezing slightly and feeling him do the same.

“Everyone I loved died or left” he admitted, stepping closer to you. His heart was pounding in his chest but he knew you were right. You would get through whatever it was that the war threw at you. For war was a time for living as well as fighting.

“I’m not going to” you assured, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips against his. You pulled back from the soft lips to see he still had his eyes closed.

@ly-canthrope

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Comlink [Cassian Andor x Reader]

Summary: The reader, an ex-Rebellion officer, is once again offered a job with the Rebellion as a freelance pilot to escort Cassian Andor to Naboo. However, with a reputation that precedes the reader and an Imperial droid that Cassian insists on taking, conflict is sure to spark between the once-friends. Well, conflict… and maybe something else.

Word Count: 6,000+

Warnings: Peril, Anxiety, Blood, Death Mention

Officers slowed and stared when they saw you leaning against your ship in the middle of a hangar. You could only imagine what was going on in their heads. There were some that clearly recognized you, and others who didn’t. Regardless, you inferred that the common sentiment was something along the lines of, “What is that woman doing back on base?”  

It was like coming home to an estranged family. You knew the base by heart, yet, the warmth that generally came with familiarity eluded you. Even some once-friendly faces passed not daring to acknowledge you. This was why you hated the Rebellion…

Before long, Captain Cassian Andor emerged from the conference room where he had doubtless been briefed on a great many things, one of them being the fact that you had been hired to be Andor’s escort. It was a freelance job, but it paid good money. You needed good money, even if working for the Rebellion again made you sick.

“Andor, it’s been a while,” you began, crossing your arms over your chest. “You were in there a while. Had a lot to say about me?”

Cassian stopped in front of you and tilted his chin up slightly. He had barely changed– a few more lines in his forehead between his brows, darker shadows under his eyes maybe. But overall he looked the same as when you had left him five years ago.  "L/N, good to see you back. Couldn’t find any other jobs to abandon?“

You pushed yourself away from the spot you were leaning on. "Look, I don’t like this any more than you do. But I need the money, and you need the intel. So, we’re stuck together for the next two weeks and we’re gonna have to live with it.”

Cassian scrunched his nose, gave you a patronizing smile, and began up the ramp into your ship. “You’ve never lost your charm, Y/N,” he said.

You blinked once as you processed that. “Really?”

“Yeah, because you never had it to begin with,” Cassian answered over his shoulder as he disappeared into the ship.

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One hundred eighteen notes, and this is the only reblog with commentary like this. I accept this. (Cause honestly, that's me. Good cursive, really bad print)

Newsies Handwriting Head Cannons!

Jack

Handwriting???

what’s that?

do you mean Jack’s chicken scratch?

cause that’s what it is

the boy’s writing is damn near impossible to read

Davey hates it. so much

So does Katherine

Only Crutchie can read it

Katherine

By handwriting do you mean her short hand that she uses for e v e r y t h i n g

cause that’s what it is

taking notes for an article? short hand

notes to herself? Short Hand

letters to her S/O that only she and them can read? SHORT HAND

but when she’s not using short hand (which is rare) her handwriting is neat

being raised in her house with her schooling means nice flowing handwriting

Davey

Oh

My

GOD

the most Extra handwriting

cursive, all the time, nothing but cursive

school did it to him

teachers wanted cursive

so he gives them the best damn cursive they have ever seen like the over-achiever he is

beautiful handwriting, but all the other newsies have trouble reading it

‘whys all the letters smushed together?’ ‘is this even English?’ etc etc

Race

????

surprisingly neat handwriting???

he used to have handwriting like Jack, barely legible chicken scratch

Then

one day at the races

the guys at the betting board couldn’t read his writing

and they put his bet on the wrong horse

he lost almost 2 whole dollars on that bet

he could barely afford to eat for a week and couldn’t afford his cigars for at least a month (and also owed Al and Smalls some money but he doesn’t like to talk about that) 

that made him clean up his handwriting

Spot

What is handwriting

he can read sure

but write?

not really

he stills has that little kid kind of handwriting

fully formed letters, but kinda scribbly

Romeo

This child

tries so hard to have neat handwriting

he takes his time writing out each

individual

letter

making sure they are perfect

it’s not perfect, but it’s still good

and always in lowercase, no capitol letters ever

Albert

Unlike Romeo, Al writes in all caps

ALWAYS

so it kinda looks like he’s always screaming

but he just finds capitol letters easier to deal with

Crutchie

His handwriting is similar to Jack’s

except

it’s legible!

like, it has the chicken scratch feel

it looks sharp and pointy

but words are much more easier to see than with Jack’s handwriting

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i could post 7k of these. I have over 1.4k followers, and this is an average thing.

please, please, please reblog works rather than just like them

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Presents

A/n: HI I’M NOT DEAD! Yeah school and work are things and so is time and I’m still trying to find a nice balance of those things and a lot of my writing has been going towards Roanoke Society things. Anyway, this piece was supposed to go up on Christmas... It’s now the last day of January. Any who, enjoy!

Warnings: None?

Word Count: ~2,626

Tags: @cyber-nya @agent-absinthe @thatdamnokie @gaygent (I may have written most of these out before I was a part of Roanoke, but looking at them, they seem to fit into what your characters would do.)

Harry

Not really big on celebrating Christmas. He never was. Maybe when he was a kid, but when he moved out, got into Kingsmen, it just kind of faded into the background

Then he met you. When you came into his life, he didn’t mind putting up decorations and a tree every year

Now, he didn’t mind decorations, but presents? He wasn’t big on presents and you were fine with that! It’s hard to get a man who seemingly had all that he’s ever wanted or needed a gift

That was, until this Christmas

You found out that you were pregnant a little over two months ago and hadn’t found the time to tell him

Merlin knew, mainly because he found you throwing up in the bathroom when you had to come in really early to debrief some agents. But he kept quiet about it and never told anybody

So you decided to tell him at Christmas. You had conspired with Merlin to make sure that he was home for the holiday and when the day came you had a nice little surprise for him.

You both woke up that morning and went to the living room and Harry saw a medium sized present sitting under the tree. He turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised

“I know that we normally don’t do presents, but I just had to.” You smiled at him and gently pushed him to go open it.

He ripped open the package to see two smaller, wrapped boxes. One slightly bigger than the other. “Open the larger one first!” After opening it, he looked very confused and pulled out a piece of baby’s clothing that said Kingsmen in training. (It was great working in a tailor shop that did have people that could actually be tailors)

He then opened the smaller box and saw a card. “Read it out loud, Harry. Please?” You were trying very hard not to spoil the surprise. He read it.

“I can’t wait to meet you! Mama says I have to wait awhile and that’s okay. I’m just really excited to meet my amazing papa! I’ll see you in July!” Out of the corner of his eye he saw something else in the box. A picture. He picked it up and saw that it was an ultrasound picture. After looking at it he looks back at you and with tears in his eyes asks, “You’re pregnant?”

Nodding with a large smile and tears in your eyes as well, “Yeah. Harry, we’re going to have a kid!”

He rushes to you, engulfing you in a large hug and then pressing a long, sweet kiss to your lips. After pulling away he murmurs, “This is the best gift I could ever receive.”

Merlin

Merlin came from a family that celebrated Christmas and he always enjoyed decorating for the holiday

Presents were always great too. You could get him any piece of tech and he would treat it like a toy, always fiddling with it and trying to make it better

This year was a bit different. You guys would be spending Christmas with his family back in Scotland and you had a present for Hamish and his parents.

You had found out about two or so weeks ago that you were pregnant and what better time to tell everybody than at Christmas!

So Christmas morning came around and once all the little ones had finished opening their presents the adults started to open theirs. You had hidden a small box away until the very end. “So I have one last present to give. It’s for all of you, but I think Hamish should open it.” And you hand the box over to him.

He tears off the wrapping paper and inside the box he sees a card and what looks like a pregnancy test, but it was lying result side down. He picked the card up and opened it, reading it aloud, “I can’t wait to meet you all in nine months.” He quickly picked up the pregnancy test and flipped it over, showing the result. Two lines. He looks up at you with a big grin. “You’re pregnant? I’m going to be a dad?” 

As you nodded your head and answered yes, everybody erupted into cheers and tears of joy. His mother came over and wrapped the both of you in a ginormous hug. “I can’t believe it! Our baby is having a baby!” (I feel like he’s the youngest of like four, fight me)

After releasing you from her hug, Hamish wraps an arm around you and presses a quick but sweet kiss on your lips. “Happy Christmas, love.” He places a hand on your stomach, bringing his head down a bit. “And happy Christmas to you too, little one.”

Eggsy

Eggsy is normally very careful when it comes to sex, as are you. But sometimes things happen.

You didn’t know how, but you were pregnant. Eggsy was away on a mission so you couldn’t tell him until he got back, which just so happened to be Christmas.

Eggsy didn’t get home until Christmas night. “Hey love, sorry I’m home so late.” He went off to go change out of his suit and then came back in a much more comfortable outfit. “So presents, dinner, then bed yeah?”

The two of you opened your presents from your friends and family. After the last one was opened, Eggsy started to move from the couch to go and heat up dinner, but you placed a hand on his arm to keep him from moving to far.

“I have one more present for you... But I’m not sure if you’ll like it.” You sounded nervous. He sat back down beside you, taking your hand. “Babe, if it’s from you, I’ll love it.”

You took a deep breath and discretely looked down at your stomach before looking back up at Eggsy. “I’m, uh... I’m pregnant.” Best to just get it over with, you thought.

Eggsy was in a stunned silence for a while. You were starting to worry until he pulled you into a crushing hug. “That’s amazing!” He pulled away to look at you again. “There’s going to be a little me running around! I’m going to be a dad! Me!!” He was all smiles as he placed kisses all over your face

“You aren’t upset or anything?” You thought he would be. You guys aren’t even married yet.

He pulled back, surprised. “Why would I ever be upset? I love you. And now there’s just going to be more for me to love.” He placed a tender, loving kiss onto your lips. Once he pulled away he suggested that you two watch a nice Christmas movie while eating dinner. The both of you decided on watching a nice classic movie through dinner, but then watched another one, and another one, and another one, until you were fast asleep with your head on Eggsy’s shoulder.

He took you to your shared room and laid you in the bed, tucking you in under the covers. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring “Happy Christmas, love.” before crawling into the bed himself. But not before checking his nightstand drawer for a little, black, velvet box.

Roxy

Roxy never really had an opinion on having kids. She could see herself being a mother, but she could also see herself not being one. It all really hinged on her partner.

That was you. Lately the two of you had been talking about the topic of kids and the subject of adoption came up. Why bring another child into the world when so many need parents and a home?

You and Roxy had been filling out paperwork for what seemed like months. Who knew that adopting a child would require so much paperwork?

All the paperwork was finally done and the agency said they would file it away and start looking for children the two of you could adopt. Except that was back in June. It was December now. Almost Christmas,

Roxy was home for the next week, apparently this Christmas nobody decided to try and destroy the world.

Anyway, you had gone out to go get the post and were sifting through the mail when your eyes landed on an envelope with the name of the adoption agency. You rushed inside and started calling out her name. “Rox! Roxy! Roxy! It’s here!”

She sees you waving the envelope and rushes to your side. You tear open the letter and carefully pull out the piece of paper. Unfolding it, you read it outloud. “To the Mortons: After going through your credentials and getting all the paperwork in order, we are happy to say that you are eligible to adopt!” 

For the two of you, that’s all you needed to read. Roxy threw her arms around you, tightly hugging you. “We did it! I can’t believe it! We did it!” She pulled away and looked at you lovingly. “We’re going to be parents, babe.”

“It’s the best Christmas gift we could ever get.” You quickly placed a kiss on her lips before she pulled away laughing.

“Babe, Christmas is next week.” You stuck your tongue out in defiance before quickly kissing her again.

Tequila

Tequila came from a Southern family that always celebrated Christmas, so it was no surprise that when the season came around there was an invitation for the two of you from his family

The weeks went by and Christmas day was quickly approaching. The both of you were staying at his parent’s house along with a couple other of his family members and your brother Harry Hart.

It was easy to swing an invite for your brother. He did help save Tequila’s life after all. And you kind of had a plan that involved him being there.

You see, you were about three months pregnant and wanted to tell Tequila and his family. Tequila had told you that they normally took a picture right before opening the gifts and that’s when your plan developed

You told Harry that you were pregnant the week before you left for Tequila’s parent’s house and proceeded to tell him your plan.

On Christmas morning, everybody gathered for a big family picture in front of the tree. All the cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, everybody was gathered for a picture. Harry, pretending to not want to intrude on something he didn’t really feel a part of, offered to take the picture

He switched the camera into a video mode and said, “Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three.” Instead of the standard ‘Smile!’ or ‘Cheese!’, he said “(Y/n) is three months pregnant!”

It took people a few moments to process what he had said, but soon everybody was screaming and laughing with surprise and joy. Tequila’s mother ran over to the both of you, wrapping the two of you in a tight hug. Everybody was congratulating the two of you with hugs, pats on the back, kisses on cheeks, Tequila could barely get you to himself!

Once he did, he gave you a tight hug and a quick peck on the lips, thanking you for the best gift he’s ever gotten

Ginger

Ginger was a very busy woman. Always filling out reports, developing new tech, and just being an agent.

She had never put much thought into having a family. It never really occurred to her that someone would even want to have a family with her because of her line of work

That was until you came along. Once your relation with her got serious, she started to seriously consider starting a family

Now, Ginger was having trouble making a decision with how to start a family. If you went the natural route, well, you’d have to wait about nine months. But if you went with adoption or foster care, it could be a lot shorter of a wait as long as you could jump through all the bureaucratic hoops

She did a lot of thinking and finally came to a decision right around Christmas

On Christmas morning when the two of you were opening presents, she handed you a large manila envelope that had your name on it

“I hope you like this gift, honey. I put a lot of thought into it.” Smiling you opened it and slid out a small stack of papers with the name of an adoption agency at the top. You looked back up at her, giving her a look of muted excitement

“Babe are you serious? You want to start a family with me?” She nodded her head, smiling widely. She was so nervous that you were going to freak out or something

You flung your arms around her and planted kisses all over her face before giving her a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “This is the best Christmas ever, babe.”

Whiskey

Jack had already had one attempt at a family and that didn’t go well for him. You knew that, he knew that, hell everybody knew that. It would explain why you felt a bit, well, scared at the moment

You were pregnant and had no idea on how you were going to tell him

What if he was angry? I mean, he still wasn’t really over his first wife. You decided to go and talk to Ginger

“I think that you just need to sit down and talk with him about this. It’s really the safest bet.” Like always, she was right. You decided to sit down and talk with him, but every time you tried to talk to him he got called away. You got angrier and angrier as everything seemed to conspire against you telling him until a few days before Christmas

Finally there was a moment of peace in your life and Jack came to you, seeking some peace and quiet, but he wouldn’t find it. “Hey darling’, finally got some time to be with you.” He tried to wrap his arms around you, but you shrugged them off. He attempted to get close to you a few more times but to no avail. “I finally get time to spend with you and you shrug me off? What’s wrong?”

You were so close to exploding. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You’re never here that’s what’s wrong!” Tears were starting to form at the corners of your eyes. “If you were here more often instead of trying to get your field position back, maybe you would have noticed that for the past month I’ve been trying to tell you that I’m pregnant!” You slammed a hand over your mouth. Damn it.

Jack’s face was unreadable. The both of you stood there in silence for a few moments until he slowly walked over to you. You were expecting him to start screaming or to tell you that he couldn’t do this, but you were quite surprised. He pulled you into a tight hug and you could feel his shoulders slightly shaking

Pulling away, you saw tears in his eyes. That was not what you expected at all. “Darling’... I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I can’t promise that this will be easy or that I’ll be perfect, but I can promise to you that I’ll do my best and that we’ll do this together.” He cupped your cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear, and tenderly kissed you. 

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. “Does this mean I don’t have to give you all of those Christmas presents I got you?” You giggled as he pulled farther away and gave you a look that said ‘you better be joking.’

“No, just know that this is the best one you could have given me.”

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don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger

i do not care what the trigger is

i will tag it for you

you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it

and i am not one to question those reasons

so just send me an ask

anonymous if you’re scared

and i will tag it all the time in future

your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

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I want it

but like the year is 1985.

Harry is 25 and handsome as hell.

Hamish is 22. He has a full head of hair.

They’re both recruited for Kingsman.

Harry and Hamish bond – but when it comes down to it?

Ham’ can’t shoot his dog.

(It reminds him too much of his parent’s pup, Tessie)

But, Harry begs the other knights to let Hamish stay.

“He’s good with computers, eh? Y’ should see him. He could work with the Quartermaster.”

It’s the 80s and Apple has just launches their add campaign for their new personal computers – but Hamish swears to the knights he can revamp their entire tech division if he stays.

And he does.

(That’s how he earns the moniker Merlin – by working his magic.)

He becomes the apprentice to the Quartermaster at the time, Excalibur, who’s an older Irish woman who’s downright terrifying. 

(She’d absolutely terrified all the recruits when him and Harry had been going through the process – she was a force to be reckoned with. Early to bed, early to rise, and no lip or she’d slap the holy spirit out of your mouth.)

But, Hamish learns she’s actually very kind and very smart – and he learns quickly what the role of Quartermaster entails. 

When he’s not under the mainframe of the Kingsman main computer hub in the Quartermaster’s office, soldering wires and cursing as he burns his fingers-tips, Hamish is normally sitting in on mission debriefs or gathering intel for other Kingsman.

When the rare occasion calls for it, he’s learning how the recruitment process works behind the scenes.

He’s also learning how sexist and elitist Chester King is.

It’s infuriating how much Excalibur puts up with – but nobody shines a light on it until Hamish’s first go at handling the recruitment process on his own.

And that’s when you show up.

It’s 1986 and you’re Kingsman’s first female recruit and Arthur hates you.

The worst bit? 

Merlin doesn’t hate you, not at all.

Quite the opposite really.

Harry and the others tease him relentlessly, and sure the girls in Medical are mighty jealous that someone’s won over Excalibur’s apprentice, but you quickly become a hero among the female staff.

They urge Merlin to let them watch the process – he leaves Excalibur’s office unlocked and girls from medical and tech and wardrobe and forensics sneak in to cheer on their first female recruit.

Excalibur catches them one day, flicking on the lights to see twenty female staffers gathered around the small monitor feed of the sniper exam in the woods.

“What th’ hell are you lot doin’ in here?”

“W-We’re sorry, ma’am, we wanted to see the girl’s progress –”

And Ex goes quiet and just smiles. 

“Me too, luv. Now shush up and watch.”

And when one of the male recruits beats on you one night (under Arthur’s orders of getting that whore out of here) you wind up in the infirmary surrounded by majority of the nurses, each of which are so excited to meet you.

I JUST WANT AN 80s!AU FEMALE KINGSMAN AGENT OK

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im unprivating my garbage blog for the sole purpose of jumping on the bandwagon for @the-roanoke-society (im so sorry i just fell in love with the idea thanks @mad-ramblings and @agent-absinthe for all your posts). again damn im sorry idk if this is something i can just hop on board with but HERE WE GO

but i have a shitty self insert statesman-ish agent so please just fuck them up.

Keep reading

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Yesssssss. Drag her!! I love it! Maybe Annabelle will respond? Maybe not? We'll see ;)

Alright, now that you've seen her, please roast/drag Agent Annabelle. I cannot wait for this!! (@mad-ramblings)

@mad-ramblings (Welcome to the family BB!  This first drag is complimentary but every other one is gonna cost ya) This is is her characeter layout if you havent read it!

-  The next time Succubus walks down the hallway at night and this bitch is just fucking standing there staring at her, she is gonna punt Annabelle down the stairs like the creepy ass doll she’s named for.

-  I ain’t sayin’ Annabelle has gotten handsy with Whiskey because she’s attracted to his emotional trauma, I’m just sayin’ Houdini needs to watch her back because there’s no telling what this fuckin’ weirdo is capable of.

-  WE. ALL. HAVE. CHORES.  She keeps trying to look so confused and feign ignorance when someone tells her to restock the kitchen and bathrooms.  Like, hoe it ain’t that hard, stop lyin’

-  Specter is literally the only one willing to tolerate her for longer than a few hours.  And hopefully she speeds up the whole counseling thing because we don’t need Seraphim getting mauled again hahahaha!

-  Newflash asshole!!!  Trauma explains your shitty behavior but it doesnt EXCUSE your shitty behavior!!!

-  Out of all the people to steal shit from I don’t know why she keeps taking things from Lycan.  That is the worst possible choice.  You’re gonna fucking die.

-  Besides the whole stealing things she knows arent her’s, several instances of attacking other agents, and constant unrelenting staring that drives Succubus up the fucking wall- she’s just an all around awkward, awful person!  Which is saying something when you’re surrounded by a bunch of different weirdos like in Roanoke! 

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Okay SO

I’m really nervous about posting about this because I’m kinda intimidated by the people who write for this group because they are so awesome, but because I love @agent-absinthe sooooo much and they inspire me (as well as @thatdamnokie and everyone involved with @the-roanoke-society) I’ve decided to post this. I sent Absinthe an anon asking them if they would roast/drag a character I made like they were doing for Kingsmen and Statesmen characters as well as Roanoke Society members (go to the blog, they are amazing!!!). I was really nervous about posting this, but then I remembered that I was nervous about starting this blog, so I’m throwing care to the wind! This character is nowhere near completed. She will probably grow and change as time goes on, but I certainly hope that Absinthe will enjoy dragging her. With much ado, here it is!

Code Name: Annabelle (like the haunted doll)

Name: Rebecca Abrams (Though nobody knows that)

Species: Presumably human

Age: 20

Position: Interrogation

Personal

Morality: Chaotic good

Religious Belief: Unknown

Sins: Wrath, envy, greed

Virtues: Chastity, diligence

Primary goals in life: Find her kidnappers and destroy them. Plus help others like her that have been used for their abilities

Languages known: English? Nobody’s heard her speak (except Lilith), but they know she understands them.

Secrets: There are specific words that will send her into different ‘mind settings’, so to speak. Scribe is still trying to figure out the words that will return her to a normal setting on orders of Lilith due to an incident where Seraphim was practicing a spell in some ancient language and made her almost maim some of the nearby agents.

Savvies: Reading people, getting people to talk, espionage(good at blending in with a crowd and sneaking around), mimicry

Overpowered: She can use her empathic/telepathic abilities to crush people’s minds and make them either crazy or a vegetable. When emotions get to volatile, things start to physically happen

Physical

Build: Slender. Long limbs

Height: 5’10

Scars/Birthmark(s): Scars all over her body from multiple different injuries. The one that can be (partially) seen is what looks like a cut that was instantly cauterized that runs from just below her right ear, over the right side of her jaw, just under the chin, across her left clavicle, to her left arm. Also a mark that looks burned into her skin. It seems to be markings in an ancient script. And a very light dusting of freckles along the bridge of her nose

Ability: Empath, telepathy

Restrictions: She can handle other people’s emotions but when it comes to her own, she doesn’t quite know what to do. She is often confused by complex emotions. Nobody can touch her. She is almost always covered from head to toe since skin to skin contact can transfer emotions and thoughts.   

Favorites

Food: Anything sweet or really spicy.

Drink: Apple juice. She doesn’t really drink. Well, she hasn’t had alcohol yet.

Pizza Topping: She doesn’t have a favorite yet, but she does like tomato and spinach

Color: Any color you can see in a sunrise/sunset

Music Genre: She has been going through the music each agent has and she has become quite fond of the vinyls that Lilith has from the 40’s and 50’s

Book Genre: She likes Fantasy and Sci-fi. She can easily find herself among the vast characters

TV Show Genre: She’ll watch any show that involves magic

Season: Summer. She was in a place that was almost constantly cold, so she really likes warmth

Curse Word: She doesn’t curse

Scent(s): Freshly washed clothes, freshly fried doughnuts. She can’t stand the smell of pine. It just triggers bad memories 

Fun Stuff

Bottom or Top: Neither. She has never had sex and is quite frankly terrified to due to her powers

Sings in the Shower: Never.

Likes Bad Puns: Does not quite understand puns

Tidbits: Does not know her name, where she came from, or really how to interact with people due to tragic backstory. Also doesn’t really speak? Consider yourself lucky if you’ve heard her talk.

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Yes. A million times yesssssss! I love this fic, the idea, the fic it's inspired by, everything about it is great and I can't wait for more!

Reincarnation(Part 1)

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader; Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1308

Warnings: Death; Angst

Summary: In the past, Cassian Andor and Nara Telzaka were lovers in a previous life that was cut short.  In the present, (Y/N) (L/N) and Poe Dameron are friends sent on a simple scouting mission. During the mission, an old love story leaves (Y/N) remembering things from a previous (I suck at summarizing stories)

A/N: I had this idea that’s kinda based off of @the-new-fanfic-order ‘s series called Remembrance(Check it out it’s really good). The idea is that Poe is the reincarnation of Cassian and the reader is the reincarnation of his lover, Nara. Nara is going to be in 2nd person because she is technically the reader. Anyway hope you enjoy and give me feedback if you want this to continue. This is also my first time writing for Star Wars so let me know if you want me to write more of Star Wars. The words in Italics will be flashbacks.

Remembrance: http://the-new-fanfic-order.tumblr.com/post/156518113496/remembrance-masterlist

A blaster shot rang out through the hall as the beam made contact with your chest. Cassian and Jyn turned around as you collapsed to the floor.

 “Nara!” Cassian yelled and ran to your side. He kneeled down and placed your head in his lap. Jyn aimed her blaster and shot down the trooper that had hit you.

 “Cass.” You coughed out and tried to sit up. An immense pain shot through your body and you fell back into Cassian’s lap

“Save your energy Love. I’m going to get you out of here.” He said. You grabbed his hand

  “Cass we both know that’s not going to happen.” You coughed again and this time blood came out of your mouth. You weren’t going to make it.

“Don’t talk like that Nara. We’ll be able to get you out of here along with the plans.” Jyn said next to you. You took her hand and squeezed it.

  “Get the plans out. Complete your father’s mission. But you have to leave me behind.” You said. Tears started to fall from your face.

“No. No Nara I can’t leave you. Your my whole world. I love you.” Cassian said. He was now crying. So were you. You knew your time on this planet was coming to an end.

  “I love you too…but you have to let me go.” You said. Coughs and blood came out of your mouth. It was getting hard to breath. With the little strength you had, you pushed yourself up and weakly kissed Cassian.

  “I’ll see you in the next life.” You whispered. And with that you were gone.

Cassian broke down right there, crying over your death. He had lost the love of his life. He had lost you, the person he wanted to build a future with after everything was over. But now that can’t happen. Not in this lifetime. But he would hopefully see you again in the next.

You kneeled down next to the circuit panel of your X-Wing, ready to make repairs. Your fighter took a hit after a run in with a few Stormtroopers on your last mission. It was a small hit and you were able to shoot them and make it back but the wiring  ended up getting damaged.

“(Y/N).” A voice called out across the landing strip. Turning your head you saw your friend and partner Poe jogging over to you.

 “Hey Poe, what do you need.” You say to him.

“General Organa assigned us to gather intel on the First Order on a nearby planet. She wants us to leave as soon as possible.” He said. You and Poe have been on every mission together ever since you were partnered with him a year ago. You’ve built a strong friendship with the fighter pilot and trust him your life.

 “Ok. Let me finish this up and I’ll get my ship prepared.” You said as a round orange and white droid rolls out from behind Poe and greets you with a serious of happy beeps

 “Hey BB-8.” you say to the droid. The droid beeps happily and then turns to Poe.

“I’m sorry buddy but you can’t come with us. You’d be a dead give away.” Poe says to BB-8. BB-8 gives out a sad beep and lowers his head. “I know. But we’ll be back before you know it. Finn will look after you while I’m gone.” Poe pats the droid. BB-8 liftes his head and nods. Giving one last look at you, he rolls off.

“So what exactly  are we doing here?” You asked Poe as you walked around a small town.  

  “General Organa said that there’s a person in this town that has information on the next attack the First Order is planning. If we find them and get the information, we’ll be able to get the upper hand.”

“Looks like we’re not the only ones” You said as you motioned towards a group of stormtroopers not far from where you and Poe were.

 “Crap” Poe says under his breath and leads you into an empty alleyway.

“What do we do?” You ask as Poe peaks around the corner.

 “They’re blocking our way to where we need to go. If we walk past them there’s a 50% chance they’ll notice us. We’re just going to have to go around” He says. You follow Poe through the alley way and come out on a different side of town.

  “There it is.” Poe says and points to a cantina. You guys make your way over to it. Before you enter, Poe grabs your arm and you turn to look at him.

“I’ll go in and get the information. Stay out here incase we need to leave quickly. If you see trouble coming towards you, duck in and get me.” Poe says. You nod your head. He lets go of your arm and heads in.

 “Be safe.” You tell him. He nods and enters the cantina.  

“Can you tell me a story Grandma.” A young voice says. It’s been at least five minutes since Poe stepped in. You move your head in the direction of the voice and see a little girl sitting in front of and old woman.

 “What story would you like me to tell you?” The old lady asked her granddaughter.

“How about the one about the two rebel fighters that fell in love.” The little girl said. The woman laughs and nods her head.

 “A long time ago, there were two members of the Rebellion. An intelligence captain named Cassian Andor and a rebel fighter named Nara Telzaka.”

“Nara!”

The two names the old lady said sounded familiar but you didn’t know why. Had you heard them before?

 “They met when Nara was partnered with Cassian for scouting mission. They didn’t like each other at first. Nara seemed intimidated by the Captain and Cassian thought she wasn’t need. He thought that he could do the mission without her.  Well that all changed when they ran into a group of fugitives. Nara ended up saving Cassian’s life when he almost got shot by one.

“Thanks.”  You heard a voice say. The voice had a heavy accent and was male.

 “No problem Captain.” You heard another voice say. This time it was female.

“After that mission, Nara didn’t feel intimidated by Cassian and Cassian quite liked having Nara around. Soon they became friends and were sneaking off together to look at the stars and go on midnight flights when they weren’t busy missions.”

“The stars look so beautiful tonight.” The female voice said.

 “Not as beautiful as you.” The male voice said.

Who were those people that were talking. You looked around to try and  find the source of them but only saw the old lady and the young girl.

“When did they fall in love, Grandma?” The young girl asked

 “It wasn’t until Cassian saw Nara badly hurt from a risky mission that he realized he loved her.”

“Did he tell Nara?” The young girl asked.

“He told her his feelings after she recovered. Turns out, she loved him back.”

“I love you.” The male’s voice said.

 “I love you too.” The female voice said.

Where were these voices coming from? You didn’t see a man and a woman talking to each other anywhere. The revelation then hit you that the voices were in head. But why? Why were you hearing those voices and why did those names sound familiar. You were brought back to reality when Poe rushed out of the cantina.

  “We have to leave. The contact was a spy for the First Order and they just called in back up. C’mon” He says as he grabs your hand and runs.

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Kiss

A/n: Happy New Year!!! I’ll be finishing up the other few fics for my 31 days of fics, but I had to jump to the last day because I wanted to post this one at midnight. Well, at least for me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and have a happy new year!

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: None I think

Word Count: 472

Eggsy was a man, confident in his ability to flirt. He was smooth, suave, charming, everything a potential partner could want! So why was it so hard for him to do this? Eggsy had developed a bit of a crush on Merlin’s newest addition to the tech department, (Y/n). They were top notch at everything they did from making new tech to handling agents on missions. Roxy swore up and down that if Merlin wasn’t careful, he would be forced into an early retirement. Granted she was relieved to have another person around who could handle Eggsy.

They were all gathered for the annual Kingsmen New Year's gala. It was of course a black tie event, but everybody just came in their Kingsmen issued suits. One never knows when trouble could pop up. Eggsy was standing by the drinks with Harry and his wife, and Roxy and her girlfriend. He was staring at (Y/n) from across the room as they were talking to some other members of the tech department, who were getting a bit too close for his taste. Harry spoke up and caught his attention.

“You know if you want to go and talk to them, there is nothing stopping you.” Eggsy turned his head in surprise. “And as you’ve already noticed, they seem to be attracting a lot of attention tonight. I would take your chance before it’s gone, Eggsy.”

Roxy nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and there’s no better night than tonight to do, well, anything. Go and do it.” She smiled at him in encouragement. “Especially since it’s about a minute to midnight.”

Eggsy looked down at his watch and saw that she was right. He then straightened his posture, downed the rest of his drink, set the glasses on the nearby table, and made his way over to where (Y/n) was standing. As he reached them, the room started to count down.

“Hey Eggsy! I’ve been looking for you all night!” (Y/n) put a hand on his shoulder.

Eggsy moved closer to them. “I’ve been looking for you too.” Not entirely a lie, he thought to himself. “I know this is last minute but uh...”  The people were at the last few seconds.

10

“I was wondering,”

9

“If you,”

8

“If you uh wanted to uh,” He kept stuttering on his words. Why couldn’t he do this? They were at the last five seconds. “(Y/n) I’m sorry.” 5 “And if you hate me after this I completely understand.” 4

(Y/n) looked confused “Eggsy what in the world are you talking about?” 3

He moved in closer, cradling their face in his hands. 2 “This.” 1. He crashed his lips to theirs and were surprised when they kissed back. Pulling away, breathing heavy, he said “Well, happy New Year love.”

Smiling they replied, “Happy New Year, Eggsy.”

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Ornaments

A/n: 24/31 Ok so I’m probably going to skip to the last fic that I had planned so that I can get it out before the new year starts (East coast USA whoop!). But I will finish up the others because I planned 31 fics and god damn it I’m going to write them. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Evan Hansen x reader

Warnings: The plot was literally inspired by a vine so... Make of that what you will

Word Count: 526

Evan Hansen was Jewish. He celebrated Hanukkah but when he found out that his partner’s family celebrated Christmas, he didn’t mind showing up to a few get family events. As long as (Y/n) would stay by his side that is. This week, he was invited to come over and help their family hang ornaments on their tree. He came over and knocked on the door.

It swung open and there stood (Y/n) in a tacky, red and green sweater. “Hey! Come on in babe!” They stepped aside and let Evan in. He left his coat by the door and followed them into the living room where the tree stood. Boxes were all over the room with smaller boxes inside them, holding delicate ornaments. Some handmade, some handed down, and some just bought at Hallmark. (Y/n) handed an ornament to him and pulled one out of the box for themself. “Thanks for agreeing to do this babe. I know you don’t celebrate, and if I’m being completely honest,” they dropped their voice to a whisper so only he could hear, “I’m not that big on it either, but it means a lot to my parents.”

“Oh no, I uh, I completely understand.” He placed his ornament on the tree and reached for another. “I mean, I get to be around a tree so that’s great.” He was quiet for a moment. “Oh and you! I get to, I get to spend time with you which is also great. More than great actually, I love spending time with you!” He laughed nervously.

(Y/n) smiled at him. “It’s alright Ev. I know what you mean.” They placed two more ornaments on the tree. “I actually have a little tree joke for you!” His head perked up at that and a small smile appeared on his face. “Wanna hear it?” He nodded his head excitedly. “Alright! Evan, what kind of tree do I have?”

He tilted his head to the side. “What kind of tree?” He got closer to it and looked at it, closely inspecting the needles and branches. “It looks like a scotch pine. How, how is this a joke?”

(Y/n) shook their head. “It’s not a scotch pine. It is a pine but not a scotch pine.” They were giggling, but Evan was still confused.

“Alright I give up. What kind of tree?” He wasn’t prepared for the answer he got.

(Y/n) pulled him close to a branch that was at about shoulder height. A picture was sitting snugly within the branches of the tree. “It’s a Chris Pine!” They laughed out. Evan had to admit, that was pretty funny.

“You are such a nerd, (Y/n).” He placed a quick kiss on their cheek. “But you’re my nerd. And, and I love you.”

(Y/n) giggled again. “I know.” Evan groaned at the reference as (Y/n) picked up some more ornaments and handed some to him. “Now let’s finish this up so that we can get out of here and go watch a movie or something.” Evan may not celebrate Christmas, but the time of year was certainly never boring.