You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle in your iPod/iPhone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people.
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"Everyone" - Backstreet Boys
"Take Me Home" - Midnight Red
"Sweet Caroline" - Glee Cast Version FUCKING PUCKLEBERRY ANTHEM DAMNIT
"The One" - Backstreet Boys
"It's a Small World" - Baha Men
"I Want You Back" - NSYNC
"Hero" - Sterling Knight
"DNA" - Little Mix
"Impulsive" - Wilson Phillips
"Forbidden Friendship" - How to Train Your Dragon OST
The torch now goes to: ladymalfoi - ladymagdalene - henrydysquiths - killianthehero - dontgiveuponhim - positivelyblue - papiliolayce - motherofdragrons - quillsandink - ej8302
1) Something old - A blurb from one of the first fics you’ve ever written.
"Brownies, Control, and Prepubescent Zombie Armies" (2011) - Maximum Ride fanfic
There are moments in life when a person has the opportunity to walk away. She can stop, turn, and leave before the explosion, before the tears, before hell breaks loose. Sometimes it’s a small crack of an open door or majestic, blown-out double doors, complete with a heavenly chorus rejoicing, Hallelujah!
68.23% of the time, a person will not seize that opportunity. She will stand and watch events unfolding or deteriorating with only a vague realization that she really should’ve hauled ass outta there, damn the consequences.
I blame it partly on my terrible sense of loyalty, but primarily on curiosity—morbid curiosity. It’s what makes you stop in the middle of the road to watch the aftermath of a car accident. It’s what makes you peek between your fingers when someone gets hacked apart in a horror movie. It’s what makes you go down into the basement even though the sounds you heard down there made chills reverberate through your spine.
2) Something new - A snippet from something you’re currently working on, or from the last thing you posted.
"More" (2012) - Derek/Casey, Life With Derek fanfic
Because that is what love is—a melding of opposites, so mixed and joined that the single entity is left unnamable. It’s confusing and there are no words to properly convey the frustration it entails. And that’s what makes it so beautiful. Thousands of languages, billions of words, and none of them are ever enough to explain it, to truly illustrate and illuminate, to tell exactly what love is. It’s never what we expected. It’s more than that—more painful, more perfect, more terrible, more beautiful. It’s always been more.
3) Something borrowed - A scene or section of dialogue from another writer’s story. Maybe something that inspired you or resonated with you. (Credit the writer and link to it if possible, please.)
"The Host" - Stephenie Meye
"Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?"
4) Something blue - C’mon, you know you’ve written a really gut-wrenching bit of angst at some point. Let’s hear the saddest or angstiest thing you’ve got. Alternatively? Tell us about the last time you described the color blue.
"Jericho" - Captain Swan, Once Upon A Time fanfic (spoilers)
Kids learn language by listening to their parents. They learn behavior by observing people.
So when a person is exposed to constant abandonment, it’s only logical to assume that’s all they’d know. That’s all they knew how to do. Because it’s a learned behavior.
But she didn’t want to. Dear sweet Jesus Almighty in Heaven—she. Did. Not. Want. To. She could hear his cries, hear the doctor and nurse muttering, the shuffling of the cloth, her own heartbeat resonating throughout her body. The lights flickered and shorted out, like the whole world was crashing down, and it damn well felt like it was. And the heavy, indefinable ache in her chest ripped even wider. The hole that Neal had managed to fill was torn, ragged and unstable. The painful screams she held back as the doctor walked away with her son—her son—were so much more painful. It was physical, emotional, mental, and maybe even spiritual.
Because it all just hurt.
Everything—every pain she ever experienced, every betrayal, every time she saw a new couple come to the orphanage glaze over her and pick someone else, every time someone sent her back, every time she got that look, every time they walked away from her.
And she could only lie there and hate herself because she hated that. She’d become everything she hated. And she hated it even more when she realized that she couldn’t have done anything different. She couldn’t have… She couldn’t have kept him. She couldn’t have prevented him. She couldn’t have…held him. But not doing it hurt so much that she figured the difference wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
Are you a student (university or school?), employee, employer or currently unemployed?
Are you still living with your parents, your boyfriend/girlfriend, with friends or on your own?
Reason why you joined tumblr (if you still remember)
First fandom you joined on tumblr
Have you got a twitter account? If so, did you join twitter before or after tumblr?
Do you love reading? If so, do you still remember which book made you love reading?
Choose a book series: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Hunger Games, The Mortal Instruments or Eragon. Why did you choose this one?
A book (series) that always makes you smile?
Favorite school subject?
Do you drink alcohol? If so, often, too often or unfrequently?
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My answers to Ariane's questions under a cut.
uuuh… okay first… first uh… “tell me… your name!”
Actually, it's Michaela. But that's only how my teachers and people that don't know me well call me. Oh, and my parents, if I did something very,very wrong. Then I'm sitting in my room and suddenly my mother yells "MICHAELA" and i know something's up. something very bad.
my friends and relatives call me "Michi"; in the internet I'm usually called Mischa.
how old are you?
17, darling :) but my 18th is still this year.
could you give your three favorite songs?
that is honestly very hard to tell. i love a thousand of songs and it usually changes over time... but, hey, here are the songs that i'm still not tired of after YEARS. 1) "Therapy" by All Time Low; 2) "Catch Me" by Demi Lovato and 3) "So Cold" by Ben Cocks feat. Nikisha Reyes-Pile
this book that makes you cry everytime you have the crazy idea to read it again
"A Walk to Remember" by Nicholas Sparks. Same goes for the movie, btw.
last time you freaked out in front of your screen and the reason why
blocked CS scene. i'm sure you understand.
your shampoo frangance (i am very interested in that answer don’t disappoint me)
oh darling, that's so not easy. i have at least 4 different shampoos at home. i think one is with orange; one with rasperry; one with thalassic smell and the last - and to me the best one - with natural herbs that smells like you're outside in summer and the wind is blowing and you smell all the grass and flowers and everything.
this otp that makes you rip your heart out everytime they look at each other because it hurts so much
o_O i'd say captain swan, atm :D
your favorite sweet and salty food (am I saying it right?)
i think you're saying it right but here i gotta disappoint you because i have no idea. as long as it's veggie, i'm eating it.
the last time you didn’t sleep in a night and the reason why
yesterday. just couldn't sleep. happens 4 times a week.
were my questions understandable?
i think so ;) although you pronounced "fragrance" wrong ;)
This is part 1 of my Captain Swan Secret Shipmate gift. I wasn't sure if i could get anything out today. It is rushed but I really didn't want to leave you without a gift. Happy 9th March LadyMagdalene, Your secret shipmate.
Part 1.
The common hall was quiet today; even with the reclaiming of the Eastern border, the losses of the day had brought few to a celebratory mood. But for those who wanted to drink on a night, where they were sure no more battle would be fought, were welcome to do so. Be it with the sounds of thunder and rain washing away the bloodstains on the grass and dousing the burning houses in the background.
Killian Jones was in need of a drink after having put it off for so long – Come on take a sip, we both know it helps you think better.
Today would be the last day before he’d venture to Her realm, to New York. Regina was quite able when placed in a magic-potent environment and have a wicked witch threatening their hides. They had managed to procure some dried up beans, and along with water from Lake Nostros and Regina’s magic 3 of those beans survived.
“Liquid courage?”
A voice broke through the thunder and the rain and the whirlwind that were Killian Jones’ thoughts. Looking up he found David – although with the return to the Enchanted Forest and the wardrobe change he wasn’t sure if he should be addressing him as Prince Charming now.
“If that explanation suits you.” He drabbled, taking another sip.
He heard David sitting down next to him, a tankard of ale in front of him.
“I’d be the same if it involved Snow.”
Hook snorted, “You actually likening this … quest, to the retrieval of her majesty, your true love? Certainly mate, you are not THAT inebriated.”
A chuckle and a swig of ale, followed by the sound of the tankard hitting the table once again was his reply.
“Just because you’re a pirate and I’m a royal… it doesn’t mean that I can’t hold my liquor.”
Killian’s face turned into a grimace and took another sip. He was a pirate, how could a pirate ever liken to the royal sitting beside him, gain the love the royals shared, let alone have it with his daughter. David might have been joking but he sensed the slip in the mood of his friend.
Yes, he called Hook a friend; it is what nearly a year together in the enchanted forest had transformed them in. The pirate stayed and helped save not only theirs, but their kingdom as well and now… after considerate deliberation, he would be reuniting him with his daughter again. David wanted to remind the pirate that he had heard his confession in the echo cave. He was well aware that when it came to his friend, true love wasn’t far away, that there was hope. But after a day like today, and being who they were and facing tomorrow, he wasn’t going to start on that. He wasn’t going to shake the doubt out of the pirate with just a reminder of his actions, of his words. He was going to tell him the story which Henry had told him was the most epic love story of all time. The story of how Prince Charming and Snow White.
“I wasn’t always royal you know. I used to be a shepherd.”
Killian nearly choked in his drink. Rum, unfortunately not the kind he preferred but it was still better than the ale the prince was drinking.
“You made me waste perfectly good rum with that. Couldn’t you have waited to shock me until after?”
“And miss the look on your face? Doubtful really.” David grinned.
“So marrying the princess made you royal, good for you.”
“Telling a story here mate, you’d do well to listen.”
He raised his hook so David would continue. This time he refrained from drinking, in case he’d get another shocker thrown his way. Rum was too much of a delicacy here, now that the Eastern border has been reclaimed import was possible again. Of course now he’d be off to the land without Happy Endings. He pushed back a sigh, he need to keep hope. Even in the land without happy endings, Hope could make it possible.
“I was a shepherd and, well I had a twin brother, obnoxious type I told you. He was taken by king George and raised as Prince James. He reached an untimely dead and I was ...persuaded to take his place. I met Snow when driving to the castle with my betrothed. She stole from us.”
“The bandit Snow? Now why am I not surprised… knowing your daughter and all.” He mused which actually earned him a grin from David.
“I found her later, trapped her and told her she could either help me retrieve the stolen goods or I’d hand her over to Regina.”
“A bargaining chip. I am seeing remarkable traits that you’ve carried onto your daughter, mate.” Killian replied, immediately transported to a memory he had revisited often since their last goodbye, and even before. The woman who bested him, tied him to a tree and told him he had to cooperate or she’d leave him to the ogres so they could swallow him whole.
“I saved her from the Queen’s men and after made our way to the troll bridge.”
“You saved her? Despite the stealing and all?”
“It seemed like the honorable thing to do.” David said and once again, Killian was brought back to one of those memories that had been thought about in the past year. Were these signs… could it be?
Killian paid close attention, while gazing at his draft of rum that was nearly finished, how eerily similar some of their experiences were with the women they loved. Love? Yes. Killian wasn’t afraid to admit that.
“Dave… when … when did you realize you loved her?”
David sighed as he swallowed the last of his tankard, how long had they been talking? He couldn’t understand how Killian hadn’t gotten up and wandered off when he droned on about him and Snow.
“I don’t know mate. It was just… there.” He heard him chuckle and Killian glanced to his side, seeing him smile wistfully.
"It isn't true love until she hits you over the head with something." charming mused, remembering his and Snow’s meeting.
Killian blinked in surprise but couldn’t help the smile that came over his own lips. Because all he could think of now was his Swan on her back, knocking him over the head with a golden compass, besting him once again.
He emptied his tankard, setting it back down on the table before rising and putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“I’ll bring her home. You have my word mate.”
Because for the first time in this past week, he’d begun to hope again.
