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Hi, I'm Lauren!
(or rdm, if you prefer the shorter name with the longer story)

I'm 23, a university student and a self-confessed music nerd.

Here you'll find Glee, Disney, Sherlock, fic, musicals, pretty people, pretty things and my ramblings.
Oh and I have a tendency to overshare. Don't say I didn't warn you.




a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

*   *   *   

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her. 

*   *   *   

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

*   *   *   

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

*   *   *   

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

*   *   *    

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

*   *   *   

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

*   *   *   

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him. 


He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

*   *   *   

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.

I think I just found the best Harry Potter fanfic


posted 1 week ago with 217,238 notes - via into-the-weeds © itsvondell

Every Stop I Make, I Make a New Friend 


Title: Every Stop I Make, I Make a New Friend

Rating: R - for sexual situations and a little bit of course language

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with side of Kurt/Elliott and Blaine/Santana friendships.

WC: 7100

Summary: “The pup leaned down to nuzzle his nose to Kurt’s cheek…Kurt was in so much trouble.” - Puppy Play AU

Warnings: BDSM/leather/kink type situations/environments (including brief mentions of S/M violent scenes), pet play/puppy play (humans - not hybrids - acting like animals), a blink-and-you-might-miss-it moment of light slut shaming, and potentially humiliating situations

Notes: Thanks to likearumchocolatesouffle for the beta (and the title suggestion!), and to somethingdarrenish for the read-through and the encouragement! :)


The air in the hotel ballroom-turned-Leather-club was heavy with anticipation and want. The room was packed, and all around him men were pressed close together; scene negotiators and hook up hopefuls alike adding their voices to the constant buzz of sound humming just below the throb of music. Kurt could feel the undercurrent of lust and sex in the set of his teeth, and he shivered as it washed up and down his spine in tingling waves.

From his place at the bar he watched in the low light as Elliott danced, the other man’s head thrown back as his current dance partner’s hands trailed up and down his bare arms and chest while they moved together.

Kurt grinned, taking a sip of the second whiskey he’d been nursing since arriving at the party nearly an hour earlier.

Beside him an Old Guard Sir was observing the crowd as well, and Kurt couldn’t help standing a little straighter whenever Sir’s eyes flickered down to the black and white checkered and grey handkerchiefs folded in neat squares in the left back pocket of his black pants.

He knew that it shocked some of the men that he met at parties like these that he flagged as a safe-sex/bondage top - or that he flagged as a top at all - but the older man beside him seemed more impressed than surprised.

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posted 1 week ago with 97 notes - via shamelesslymkp © hungrymonstersdarling


Wrong luggage pickup AND there’s sex toys in the wrong suitcase AND the characters of your choice *chinhands*

“… oh-kay. Um. This is not my bag.”

Blaine frowns. “Yes it is. Black Samsonite, SFO to LGA, ‘Chang’ on the luggage tag. It’s your bag, Mike.”

“No, it’s not.” Mike shakes his head. “Look, it says ‘COHEN-Chang’ on the luggage tag. And I just opened it to shove my coat inside and dude, those are NOT my strap-ons.”

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posted 3 weeks ago with 66 notes - via wintercreek

"Unscripted" - Chris/Will 


Will is working.  Chris really wants to be fucked.  Cockwarming ensues. (At least, until their patience runs out.)

Chris sees the Starbucks cup on the counter in the kitchen and knows that his plans have been shot to hell. There’s a Post-It on the rim of the cup that reads, “working — have to finish act 1 by 2 PM — inspired this morning woo!! babies are fed and coop is in his crate xo xo”.

He sighs.

Clearly Will has yet to telepathically connect to his brain, despite all appearances to the contrary. So he does what he usual does—a whole bunch of random shit that he doesn’t really need to do on his day off. He replies to emails. He tweaks outlines for a variety of story ideas. He picks out tomorrow’s outfit. He texts Alla, and then a few friends. He heats up and drinks his chai.

It’s almost painful how he anticipates days off the way a martyr anticipates sainthood, but the moment that he has free time he can’t stop his brain from going and he has no idea what to do with that time other than waste it.

He’d had ideas, is the thing. And then he’d rolled over onto Will’s side of the bed and it had been empty.

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posted 3 weeks ago with 121 notes - via missbeizy



Okay, so you’re probably here because of Alan Trebond (or Jonathan Conte! We don’t judge!), but let me TELL you about the rest of the team, too. This post is pretty image-heavy, so beware!


Okay, so: the Tortall Knights are an Original Six team. They’re based in Corus, the capital of Tortall, and they have a long and glorious history. In their early years, they were a total powerhouse who dominated primarily because of a very aggressive playing style. More recently, under the ownership of Roald Conte, they’ve mellowed out a lot— and, for a while, were pretty much just a really nice bunch of guys who totally sucked at hockey.

All that changed about five years ago, when this guy:


was selected as their first round draft pick.

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(Summary: The riveting tale of Jonathan Conte attempting to re-build the Tortall Knights into a hockey team that actually, you know, wins games. And maybe someday even the Stanley Cup.

Notes: It’s not a lie that I love fandom meta like a LOT. So when we came up with the idea for this fic I said “WE SHOULD WRITE IT AS A FANDOM PRIMER” and lo, it was so. Few of the links are live, because I didn’t have that kind of time (although that may change). All of the fancasts here are pretty damn quick-and-dirty; sorry if our vision doesn’t match yours and can we just pretend that Maisie Williams has red hair? This entire thing was written in one night and is essentially the Song of the Lioness but set in the modern world and with hockey. I did most of the writing on this, but penguinutopia and andromeda-reinvented helped a LOT; rhodesstark and kaltheras also yelled about beards and jawlines and hockey rules.  You can also read this on Livejournal here, if you are feeling nostalgic.)

posted 3 weeks ago with 91 notes - via hedgerose

"Turn and Face the Strain" - Chris/Darren/Will/Mia 


Poly!verse.  An assortment of non-chronological scenes with all kinds of mash-ups centered around the theme of first times/transitions/turning points.  A little bit of angst, some fluff, and a good dose of smut.

Poly!verse Masterpost

Will falls in love with Mia at Disneyland, and he isn’t even sure why it happens here and now.

Oh, sure, they are both huge Disney geeks—all of them are—and it’s a beautiful day during a beautiful time of year and they’re wearing Mickey and Goofy ears respectively and she’s wearing a denim skirt and a polka-dotted blouse with her hair up in a sloppy bun and she is so alive and so beautiful. She drags him around by his hand more than she holds it. She curses like a sailor and points out cute guys and girls to him. They ride the rides and eat overpriced Disney-character shaped food and drink from novelty cups, and he is so grateful that their friends had canceled that he doesn’t even know how to express it.

After, they go to one of her favorite bars and get drunk off of margaritas, and then take a cab back to her place. They spend the night talking shit about their worst projects/industry jobs until they fall asleep. The next morning, he decides to stay, even though it’s unplanned, and after his first attempt at pancakes sets the fire alarm off they go out for brunch, a walk, and this time she holds his hand properly. They spend the rest of the day having sex slow and sweet, no toys, no power play, just their bodies and the afternoon sun slanted across the floor and Will remembering what it’s like to be made breathless by the discovery of another person’s shape and feel.

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posted 4 weeks ago with 108 notes - via missbeizy


Nocturnal Avenger

Chris/Darren, PG, AU. 

(Mav wanted Comic Con fic. So Mav gets Comic Con fic.)

Chris is gonna do it.

He’s gonna do it.

He’s been working up his nerve for the past forty five minutes, but he’s totally gonna do it.

"You’re not gonna do it," Melissa says.

"Shut up," Chris hisses. It works, though. She knows just how to appeal to his competitive nature.

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posted 1 month ago with 72 notes - via alittledizzy

Anonymous whispered:
pornstar AU: a legit punishment. I don't even care what Darren does wrong or what the punishment is but I wanna see a legit not for fun punishment :) (does that count as one of your verses? cause I know you right it was alittledizzy)



The punishment isn’t anything he hasn’t endured before. It certainly isn’t more painful than anything they’ve done in pleasure but that isn’t really the point. It isn’t about pain and it isn’t about breaking him, Darren knows that. No matter how hard both of them try, no one is perfect; no relationship is without its shares of bumps. It doesn’t make it any easier to handle when he’s the one who screws up.

Darren knows punishment isn’t about Chris being angry or making him hurt, he knows that. He knows it hurts Chris just as much to have deal out a punishment, he can see the pain in Chris’s own eyes from where he’s kneeling on the floor and that’s it. That is the part that hurts the most. It is seeing the hurt and disappointment reflect back in his Dom’s eyes, the shame at knowing how he failed and hurt the one he loves the most. The punishment isn’t about making Darren hurt; it is about making him feel better. It is about taking the pain that he feels from disappointing Chris and replacing it. It is acknowledging it and giving it a response and wiping the slate clean

He’s never able to keep quiet, he can’t stop the broken sobs that well up in his throat and spill out each time he remembers Chris’s face and feels the guilt wedge tighter into his chest. It hurts worse than any thing device Chris could use on him. He clings tightly and takes his punishment and lets Chris break apart that feeling of guilt and shame and replace it, instead with his hand, reprimanding him before than smoothing over his back and holding him close and reminding him that he is forgiven.  

Chris hates this. He hates the punishments, probably more than Darren does. He hates the guilt and shame on Darren’s face and how it always feels like he’s breaking Darren even though he knows this is what it takes to keep him (them) from breaking. He stopped being angry about what Darren did the second they stepped into this scene. This isn’t about his anger; this is about relieving Darren of what he’s inflicting upon himself. 

Darren’s crying. He always cries. Tears and snot drip down his face, and he’s not quiet about it. Chris would never order him to be. No words are allowed, but the sobs - they’re almost part of it, driving the punishment home harder when all either of them can hear is the hitching wet sound of them. 

If Chris could push a magic button to make them never need to go through this again, he would. But he can’t and here they are with Darren on his knees (he’ll need the carpet burn lotion for after) and everything just pouring out in the space between them. Chris is hyperaware of it all. He’s not even sure if Darren could safeword when he’s in a subspace like this, full of spiderweb cracks in his coherance and nothing but all that hurt and regret and guilt. So he watches for both of them, to make sure they’re not pushing past any limits. 

They’ll be done soon. Chris wants it so bad that the thought almost (almost) makes his hand shake. He’ll let Darren collapse and he’ll fall to his knees too and draw Darren in, let Darren rest his head on his lap and pet his hair until the tears are gone and then they’ll take the whole evening for recovery. 

They’ll need it. 

posted 1 month ago with 9 notes - via alittledizzy © savvymavvy


Shhhh! (part three)
1.5k, Rated PG

It’s a high school-age library au, whee. 

AO3 for previous parts 

Darren is pretty sure of a few things: that Chris likes hanging out with him, that Chris likes making out with him, and that Chris likes… him.

He’s not at all sure why Chris looked like he was about to piss himself when he saw Darren in school or why he cold-shouldered so hard that Darren is still feeling the freeze burn of it, but Darren’s not the type of guy easily dissuaded from things he wants.

And he does want Chris. He’s a senior, he only has a few months left in this school and the future is big and wide and open after this, but he’s not going to be so wrapped up in what comes next that he lets right now go to waste.

He realized he was fucked the first time he daydreamed about taking Chris to prom.

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posted 1 month ago with 163 notes - via alittledizzy


End of an Era (Beginning of Another) - Pornstar AU
by savvymavvy and alittledizzy
Chris/Darren, explicit, 2.4k

Warnings for bdsm and daddy kink. This part is strictly Chris/Darren.  

We lost track of the ask prompting this, so if it was your request - hope you enjoy it! 

Darren takes a deep breath before finishing his email to work. He has to give notice that he will not be available for anymore privates and he knows work isn’t going to like that. They make the majority of their money on offering private chat sessions and telling clients that they can get a longer, more personable experience for just a quick bit of cash and for Darren to say he’s now not going to do that when he used to… Yeah, work isn’t going to be happy.

But that’s okay. Darren is fine with that because this wasn’t the career he wanted long-term anyways and Chris? Yeah, Chris is definitely long term.

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posted 1 month ago with 74 notes - via alittledizzy