#storiesmade

the first character i ever fell in love with: izzie a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: izzie a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: alex x izzie to stick with the theme my ultimate favorite character™: alex prettiest character: jo and maggie my most hated character: burke, owen my OTP: jolex my babies my NOTP: owen x amelia favorite episode: 6x24 saddest death: mark made me sob, derek also made me sob favorite season: 13 least favorite season: 16 lmao, but i also kinda blocked out season 10 character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: derek my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: early seasons alex my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: meredith, amelia my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: maybe callie x penny idk that was an unpopular opinion but i liked them my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: alex x lexie

LIPS COCKED INTO A SLIGHT GRIN as Clark held Lois in his arms. Her expression was one of confusion as he looked down at her. “Yes?” he said with an air that lacked confidence. “What do you remember?”

ft.  @storiesmade​

Perhaps Lex might be nothing but a simple thought in the back of Lena’s mind at the moment, but for Isa, who had slipped out of Lena Luthor’s bed a little over half an hour ago, he’d been like a pebble in the back of her shoe that she just couldn’t shake off. She’s wearing one of Lena’s robes, sitting on a chair in her office, guided by nothing but the light of a laptop and a pile of papers she’d dug from Lena’s locked desk, in a sealed manila folder, frustrated but otherwise unbothered by the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door. She doesn’t need to look up to know who they belong to, neither does she need to hide what she’s doing from her either –– she merely rubs her temples, scribbles something on a blank piece of paper and puts the pen down before she looks at the doorway. “–– I didn’t mean to wake you up. I’m sorry”. 

Seeing Morgana sat next to Hengist had surprised the young fighter. She looked out of place among the brigands and opportunistic men. Clearly, something was amiss. Had she been taken? Was she here as a willing guest to watch the fights? Judging by the stiffness of her posture he’d assume not. But when he came over to meet her he played the charade of not knowing her. It was safer for the pair of them. He finds himself sneaking into the cells later and knocking on the small window that he can see her through. “Lady Morgana...Are you hurt?”

                     “    and    yet    you    are    not    the    only    one    to    say    that    .    ”        the    blond    said    as    he    looked    at    her    with    a    smirk    on    his    face    .    these    past    few    days    ,    he    only    saw    the    darkness    around    him    .    as    if    ,    the    happy    days    where    he    teased    the    first    years    and    where    he    tormented    the    golden    trio    were    far    away    from    the    days    that    were    coming    .    he    has    to    admit    that    he    missed    that    feeling    of    power    .    though    ,    he's    still    the    slytherin    prince    ,    he    just    don't    know    why    he    feels    empty    inside    .    he    had    become    colder    with    people    .    he    was    not    the    only    one    thought        .        actually    ,    he    could    see    every    person    who    passed    by    the    manor    looking    at    him    with    the    same    gaze    and    the    same    worry    that    haunted    them    .    a    sigh    leave    his    body    as    he    rests    his    head    on    the    brunette's    lap    ,    closing    his    eyes    and    breathing    heavily    .    "    if    you    can    see    right    through    me    ,    tell    me    why    i    feel    so    ...        empty    ?    "

                 ..............        DRAKEYWAKEY ??       excuse    me?    

     ❝    first    things   first,    it    wasnt   a   stupid   bet    because   i    actually   won   the   bet.     ❞    he    huffs.    please    be   gentle    with    him,    he’s    still   a   little    sore    about    it.     ❝    secondly,    you     are    the     one    crying     over    something    that    has    to    be    stupid,    mmmm                 perhaps    drakeywakey?     ❞