groovyfass:

This is just an expert example of how I spend my class time here you go

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paperquake:

that girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood: a teen wolf au featuring allison, lydia, and erica as the leaders of the beacon hills girl gang

when she talks, i hear the revolution
in her hips, there’s revolution
when she walks, the revolution’s coming
in her kiss, i taste the revolution! [x]

askkayleefrye:

Jayne’s definitely tougher, but…
 

Mal were in the war, he’s got a brain for strategizing…

But, Jayne does have the bigger gun…

Hmmm…

 

Zoe.

writekatiewrite:

            “Did I fall asleep?”

            “For a little while.”

            “Should I go now?”

            “If you like.”

            Wide blue eyes blinked and her mouth formed a vague, trusting smile.  She neatened her white apron and straightened the bow in the back before stepping out of the room, barely registering her surroundings anymore.  Dormie wasn’t offended when she glided out of the room without so much as a, “good day,” for him.  All of the Diamonds were like that - vacant, docile, eerily content and biddable.  That was the whole point.  He merely tracked her path down the stairs and out into the side garden until the last flash of her soft blue dress vanished from sight.

            “Anything unusual?”

            Dormie jumped at the sudden interruption of his thoughts.

            “Hatter!” he sucked in a deep breath and shook his head, “Nothing that my machines picked up.”

            Hatter gave Doormouse a searching look, “That’s not what I asked.  Is there anything unusual about our Alice?”

            Dormie avoided Hatter’s eyes for a moment, scrabbling for the right words, “I don’t think I can explain it yet.  There’s just - there’s something funny about her that I haven’t seen before…”

            “But?”

            “But it doesn’t make any sense for the Casino to send her all the way out here if she weren’t somehow wrong.”

            “You just said she tested normal,” Hatter tipped his hat further back on his head and shoved a piece of hair out of his eyes, “so what do you think’s wrong?”

            “You don’t think it’s strange?”

            “Dormie, spit it out.”

            “They named her Alice.”

            “And?”

            “After Alice of Legend?”

——-

One Month Earlier

            “Jack, my boy, I’m not saying that your mother is necessarily right, but appearance is everything and it does appear to the court that you have an unhealthy attachment to that Diamond.”

            “So any attachment at all - is that what you mean, Father?” Jack’s face had a practiced blankness, but his voice betrayed him, “and the Diamond’s name is Alice.”

            The king frowned and shuffled his feet.  He glanced over at the Club to his right in hopes of support, nodding his head towards his son.

            “What the king is trying to say, Jack, is that your mother is worried about you.”

            “You’ll forgive me if I don’t rush to her side this instant,” the king rolled his eyes at that, “I will see her tonight to discuss this further.  Now, please excuse me, I have business that requires my attention.”

            Nodding politely to both his father and the Club, he straightened his tie and clicked the massive glass door shut behind him.

            The king sighed, his face lined and tired.  Next to him, the Club brushed imaginary dust from his black robes and smiled.

            “All in all, your majesty, I think that went rather well.”

——-

            Walrus and Carpenter were walking side by side, inspecting the gleaming steel components of their system when Jack slipped in through the door.

            “Your Highness, we weren’t expecting you.  Is everything alright?” Carpenter reached into his breast pocket for his organizer.

            “I just wanted to see if Alice was free at the moment.”

            “I believe so, yes.  Is she wanted for an assignment?” his fingers slid across the screen and he glanced at the information, “There’s nothing listed for today for her.”

            Jack shifted his weight.  If Carpenter didn’t know better, he’d think the prince was embarrassed.  He could see Walrus about to say something, but Jack got there first, “I was just hoping she had a few minutes open.  I thought we could talk.”

            “With a blank Diamond?” Walrus asked, clearly dubious, “I would imagine that would be a pretty one-sided conversation.”

            “All the same, I would like to see her.”

            Carpenter knew that the prince had a soft spot for the girl, and Carpenter had a soft spot for the prince, having seen the way he treated the Diamonds - like actual people instead of living dolls.  He nodded, gesturing towards the door that led to the Diamonds’ rooms. 

            Jack could feel the two pairs of eyes on him as he crossed the room, could still feel them even after the heavy doors latched behind him.

            He didn’t worry about what Carpenter and Walrus thought of him for this, but word was getting around much faster than he liked about his feelings for Alice.  How they were unseemly, or worse, laughable.  How could a Diamond, blank and malleable as a doll, have any sort of genuine opinions or feelings towards people?  Jack couldn’t explain it, but as he walked past all of the people, vague in their default state, he knew Alice wasn’t quite like any of them.  She was something else, something new.  It was exciting to him, and he hated to be apart from her for too long in case something happened.  He wanted to be there for all of her first steps.

            “Alice!” his face broke into a wide smile when he found her.

            She was by a window, her feet tucked up under her and her hands folded neatly in her lap.  Something outside the window had caught her attention, but at the sound of her name she turned.

            “Jack, hello,” she said, “I followed a rabbit today.  In the garden?  But he was faster than I was.”

            He sat down on the floor next to her, “I’m sure you’ll catch him one day.”

            Alice nodded, “After that, I ran laps to try to be better.  It’s important to try to be one’s best.”

            “Absolutely.”

            A hand on his shoulder jolted Jack from his thoughts, “Your Highness?  I’m glad I ran into you - Alice has a client for this evening into tomorrow afternoon.”

            “A romantic engagement?”

            “As a judo instructor, actually,” the woman smiled, “She’s worked with this dojo before and the students found her approachable and pleasant, so when the normal instructor took leave…”

            Jack nodded, some small part of him relieved, “We’ll be down right away.”

——-

            Alice always looked so content and trusting when she sat down in the chair, the little sticky pads affixed to her temples with wires running to a computer.  She glanced up towards Carpenter, who was fussing with some dials and typing rapid-fire commands.  After a moment of waiting patiently for him to turn, she asked, “Will this hurt?”

            “Just a pinch,” the automatic response rolled off of his tongue easily.

            Alice seemed satisfied with that answer, closing her eyes and settling back in the chair.  She cracked one eye to look up at Jack, “After this, I think I would enjoy some tea.”

            “I think that’s an excellent idea,” he said. 

            Alice closed her eyes again and Jack nodded to Carpenter.  He pressed one final key to begin the process, and instantly Alice let out a whimper, shaking slightly.  She winced and her hands became tight balls.  Jack had seen her go through this a thousand times and every time it hurt him just as much to watch her in pain.  After just a few moments, though, the tremors subsided and her face smoothed.  She raised her head and opened her eyes.

            “Hi there, handsome.  Are you one of my students for today?”

            “Yes.”

            “Yes what?” she grinned, the expression strange and yet completely at home on Alice’s face.

            “Yes, sensei?”

            “Much better.  Come on, time waits for no man!” he stood and held out his hand to help her up, “however fine he may be.”

            Jack fought not to roll his eyes.  This was going to be a long assignment.

——-

            “Are you ready for your treatment?”

            “Sounds like a stellar idea,” Alice tapped her index finger on Jack’s nose with a smile before standing up from her position straddling him, “And then after that, we’ll have to work on your defense, because there is no reason a little thing like me should have been able to take you down that easily.  How have you survived in the big bad world this long?”

            “It’s as much a mystery to you as it is to me,” he stood and took her hand, leading her out of the now-empty dojo and over to the parked flamingo.

            “Always hate this part of the job.  Love the work, hate the commute,” she said as she swung a leg over the seat and wound her arms around Jack’s waist.

            Jack cocked his head to the side, “It’s barely a ten minute flight - that’s not that bad.”

            “Not the time that’s the issue, handsome.  It’s the height.”

            He flew the entire way as gently as possible, but he’d have been lying if he said he didn’t love every time her arms tightened around him.

——-

            “Did I fall asleep?”

            “For a little while.”

            “Should I go now?”

            “If you like.”

            Jack watched as Alice drifted out of the room, vague and complacent as always.  Once the doors had slid shut behind her and he was certain she wouldn’t hear, he turned to Carpenter.

            “On our way back,” he paused, wondering how to phrase it, “Alice…  She said she was afraid of heights.  How is it useful to include that in a Diamond’s persona?  Wouldn’t it be better to only include helpful attributes?”

            Carpenter smiled as he powered down the chair and the computers, “When we give the Diamonds a persona, we aren’t just cherry picking traits to make perfect people.  They’re as real as you or me while they’re imprinted.  Everyone has faults, fears, fetishes.  Leaving those out…  It’s just not right.”

            “And my mother wants us to be sending out real people, instead of perfect ones?”

            “I worry less about what the Queen wants than most,” Carpenter stopped what he was doing and fixed Jack with a look, something between concern and scrutiny, “and I think you do too.”

PLEASE CONTINUE THIS. PLEASE.