Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

lukalunar asked: your exr soul mate au killed me, thank you,, i loved the concept, it was so cool, and unique and ahhhhh!!!!!i love your writing!!!

Holy shit thank you so much?  You are the sweetest?  

This may be totally unwelcome but if you want to read more of my stuff, I’m on AO3 here (a couple Les Mis fics are in progress) and I have a writing tag on my blog here (stuff is tagged by fandom fic, like les mis fic or hamilton fic, or you can just scroll, I guess) and I am always open for prompts although it might take me a while to work through them if I get inundated at the same rate as I have today.

Thank you so much for your amazing compliment, I am literally dying right now.

allgreymatters asked: FYI there's a really good fic based off of that "adrien loses a bet and has to model underwear and marinette fucking loses it" fanart and it is really good! Smoulder by midnightstarlightwrites, check it out :D

God bless, I’m gonna go read it.

alabama-state-of-mind asked: Hey! I have a story. When I was in 8th grade they filmed Grown Ups 2 in my town. I watched them film all summer. It was really cool. They needed local middle school kids for a classroom scene, and I was picked to be in it. The day before I was supposed to be on set, I decided (for some unknown reason) to call my mom a "cum guzzling thundercunt". She got super mad, and called the casting director, and had me taken out of the movie. I had a meltdown, and kicked a hole through our kitchen wall.

Holy God, you are hardcore, I’m so fucking entertained.  I can’t even judge you for the housing damage, I’ve done some housing damage, but still.  Damn, buddy, I tip my hat to, if nothing else, your fucking creativity.

slyrider asked: So here's a story of when i was a wee lass. Me, my mom, and older brother were out shopping and i was probably like 5 at the time and my brother was 7. So we were shopping and my bro was glued to my moms side while I was interested in my career as a

Mannequin. Weird ik, so I’m at the front of the store standing in the window, posing with all the other mannequins, standing completely still. And being the dedicated person i am, i did not break my role fot anything, not even to use the potty. Thats

Right, I completely wet myself to keep my mannequin charade up. So my mom came to check on my and sees the little piddle by my feet and drops everything. She grabs me andy brother and just bolts out the store. And thats the end of story time today:) 

Holy shit this is beautiful, I need this in my epic tales tag, this is getting posted just because I NEED IT IN MY TAG.

Everyone should feel totally free to tell me crazy stories from their past.  

royalslayer asked: hello yes i heard about book suggestions and. novel of the dresden files, by jim butcher. a wonderful mix of fantastic, fantasy and noir novel. the humor is spot on, the characters believable. it is not perfect by any means, but it is highly enjoyable and i recommend it to everyone.

BABE, The Dresden Files are the shit, I haven’t had time to blow through the whole series but I fucking LOVE the urban-fantasy-noir vibe of them, I aspire to that vibe in my life and in my writing.  Harry Dresden is the patron saint of Being Fucking Done, I adore him, and Murphy is so small and fighty and lawful, I just.  I fucking LOVE The Dresden Files, like, hell fucking yes, I need to acquire ALL OF THEM and read them obsessively.  Everyone, if you’re in the mood for weird dark cities full of intricate magic and secrets, and characters who just want to take a nap but are going to save the world anyway so that they CAN take a nap, Harry Dresden is here for you.  Like, no, it’s not perfect, no book is, but it’s a great fucking ride.

Also if anyone has any good recommendations for fic of “Harry Dresden gets sucked into another magic user’s debacle and just wants to be left alone,” hit me the fuck up.  Like there’s this one particular one where Sarah Williams’ stepmother (of Labyrinth) comes to him and asks for help because Sarah, the newly-crowned Goblin Queen, keeps visiting and is getting increasingly inhuman and the stepmother is afraid, it’s both deeply unnerving and FUCKING GLORIOUS, I believe the series is called “Children’s Voices Should Be Dear” and y’all should go read it.

I’m gonna fucking post this publicly because DRESDEN FILES.

ALSO-ALSO, oh my God, guys, make this a thing, send me book recs or requests for book recs, oh my god do it, I’ve read too many books in my life.

Anonymous asked: So I stumbled on things we lost in the fire and by Briseis do you mean like... The Illiad Briseis? Cuz that is all I can think of?

Yes I do!  It’s a very ridiculous reference to the fact that Enjolras and Grantaire are compared to Achilles and Patroclus a couple times in the Brick, because…um, I’m a Latin student from a house full of English/Classics people and that does stuff to ya.  

You get…something!  I dunno what, limitations of the internet, but like hit me up and I’ll write you a ficlet or something.  I’ll tell you what you definitely do get, though, and that’s a fucking high five for joining me in my nerdiness.

Also I hope the fact that you came and hit me up with this message means you liked the fic.

Oh God, here we go.  So @littlestartopaz asked me to do all of these for Ouran and…yeah, I’m going to put it under the cut because I like to pretend that I have dignity, sometimes.  Please do not read this if you aspire to still have any respect for me at all, and I’m blaming @twistedangelsays because she’s convenient to blame.

Keep reading

allgreymatters asked: OH MY GOD YOU LIKE MIRACULOUS LADYBUG TOO I AM SO EXCITED THERE'S ANOTHER ONE EEEEE I COULDN'T EVEN RESIST NOT REBLOGGING A TON OF IT, THE FLOODGATES WERE OPENED AND I AM PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

Oh my God people have like come out of the woodwork to yell with me, I should have given in and started reblogging shit months ago.  YES Miraculous Ladybug is FANTASTIC, to be honest I’m not up to date because I didn’t have time during the second semester of school so I’ve only seen like the first dozen or so episodes, but IT IS AMAZING.  I have NO REGRETS about this show.

Actually, come to think of it, I have a ML prompt waiting in my document, I should write that.

Also, PSA, now that I’ve started reblogging Miraculous Ladybug stuff…buckle up because I know three blogs with meticulous tagging systems and a host of ML posts and two of them are open right now.  Brace yourselves.

Anonymous asked: so okay i know you specified lgbtq+ kids who had been kicked out but my parents are really abusive(not. physically or sexually) but. they think they're the best parents but they terrify me and please adopt me you seem like the best oerson

SWEETIE, yes, of course, absolutely, come here.  *hugs you*  (Although, oh God, I hope I haven’t convinced you that I actually…like…have my shit together at all, I am a flailing pre-med student eyeing senior year with apprehension.  BUT I will totally be your Tumblr mom, I will be everyone’s Tumblr mom, come tell me about your day and let me remind you to eat and take care of yourselves.)  

And BELIEVE ME, I know the feeling of people who believe they’re just wonderful and just…are not.  It’s a very particular kind of terrible, isn’t it?  Especially when they have the rest of the world convinced, and then turn around and are emotionally (or otherwise) abusive to you.  You are tough as nails for dealing, I am so proud of you, I am so proud of you, God.  Just…you’ll live through this, sweetie, you really will, and it’ll be hard and it’ll be awful and it’ll be terrible and then one day it’ll be over, okay?  And just…it’s not about being all right every day, about magically being fine as soon as it’s over.  It’s not.  It’s about surviving.  And then someday you’re going to blink and look up and realize that you’ve had more good days than bad and that you’re more at ease in your skin and that you’re better.  I am not fixed, I am not fine, sometimes I still have to bite down a panic attack when I have to talk to my grandmother or a scream when my grandfather starts talking about ‘well, medicine is awfully competitive, I just hope you know what you’re getting into, it can be rough on women, you know’ and spirals into cruel remarks.  But I’m better.  I really am.  It’s really possible.  And you’re gonna make it through this, sweetie, you really are, and I’m so proud of you for making it this far.  

You are now my Tumblr child, feel free to either come off anon or come back on anon and just identify yourself.  (If there are more of you I’ll start handing out nicknames.  Greek letters or something, if you don’t want to come off anon.)

All right, drink some water, make sure you’ve had something to eat, get sleep, take care of yourself.  Moran decrees it.

Anonymous asked: What do you like to do in your spare time? What do you really want to do for a job?

Hey, Anon, what’s up, welcome to the inbox, way to help me kill some time, love you.

All right, give me a minute to remember what spare time is like.  In all seriousness, though, I read fiction (sci-fi/fantasy because reality is dull and realistic fiction is likewise pretty dull), I write fantasy novels/fanfiction (recently), I watch Netflix and movies and read my old 60′s X-Men comics (look, the costumes are terrible and the plots are ridiculous and I’ll fight you in a back alley for the X-Men, okay?)….and I harass my roommate over whatever is available to me.  And of late I listen to Hamilton and suffer over historical characters.

And as for a job, well, there are a few answers to that.  In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to sleep, and I could pull off a miracle and become a bestselling author and still work as an ER doctor and also get a full night’s rest and have free time.  (This is related to my slightly weird fantasy of ‘in the event that I had millions of dollars, I would buy a couple floors of an apartment building and take in a bunch of LGBTQ+ kids who’d been kicked out of their homes and make sure they were fed and got to go to school and everything with the one requirement that they go to therapy, because a little therapy is good for everyone,’ which is heavily dependent on my having a lot of money in addition to free time.  Also, please do not be led astray by this fantasy, I neither like small children nor am a nice person.)  Since this is not a perfect world and I have dubious luck at best, my slightly more achievable aspiration is to work as an ER doctor at a Trauma One hospital and write not-bestselling novels on the side.  This will probably be accompanied by a high degree of caffeine consumption and some sleep deprivation.  What can you do.  Medicine makes me happy, writing keeps me sane, it seems like a good plan to me.