every once in a while i have a friend who after several months admits that they’ve started shipping Plance bc of me and i just kind of laugh to myself because it’s not even like I’m actively going after them with this ship it’s just that I’m so incessant

i just. draw Plance. and talk about plance. it’s an ear worm. it’s like i just gradually wear them down with “hey wouldn’t it be cute if”s and “look at my children”s

can u believe that in o helga natt even thought he lost isak just like he lost the balloon boys back at bakka….and he just accepted the fact that he was toxic to other people and he was destined to be alone…….and then isak showed up seemingly out of nowhere and even was so shocked he couldn’t find any words…..and isak just held him and told him he was not alone and even still felt like he didn’t deserve him because his thoughts were so insistent that he just ruins all good things… u ever cry about even bech næsheim

so i might’ve been watching stardust and i might’ve gotten soppy about vanessa and usnavi so… have a vansnavi stardust au

Honestly the amount of hatred this hellsite has for kids trying to figure out if they’re ace or not is astonishing.

“Kids shouldn’t have education about queer identities hidden from them!”

“Except if they’re ace. That’s just dirty and gross, keep that away from them until they’re an adult with serious depression and anxiety disorders because they spent half their life wondering if they were Bad or Broken.”

But u know at least you stuck it to those “cishet” aces over the internet. Good for you.

honestly pedophiles don’t deserve safe spaces, they don’t deserve to have a community because they’re “feelings are completely normal & ok uwu” because they fucking aren’t okay
if you are a pedophile, get help
if you refuse to get help because this toxic, godawful website makes you think being a pedophile is “healthy” i hope u burn in a fire


*curls into a ball* don’t talk to me

Bonus pain: Hunk blocking all memories of his family by thinking of food; the perfect decoy because no one will question it

A Sesshomaru for Valentine’s Day

ANNNNND here he is!! My one true Valentine. 

For the low low price of $00.000000001, here he is, right on your dash!!

Idk what’s wrong with me, I’m sorry lmao

Buut anyways! Pls enjoy this beautiful grumpy boy if you do not have a Valentine, or if you do have a Valentine, or if you just love Sesshomaru like I do. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

My opinion of the moon signs
  • Aries: bro u get me. We both cry at least 28 times a day and lowkey hate having feelings. We can't stand showing people that we are actually big babies and we are too defensive but at LEAST WE GET EACH OTHER.
  • Taurus: ur always centered and calm and a lil bab but if you tell me I'm the only person you've told about something (that you've told everyone) one MORE TIME IM GOING TO SNAP.
  • Gemini: yes, I believe in aliens. No I don't think bigfoot has a vendetta against you. I don't get why you just told me your life story but your mother seems like a nice lady.
  • Cancer: you make me feel like a shitty person because I don't like feelings or being empathetic or putting effort towards other people. IT'S WHATEVER THO.
  • Leo: I see right thru you. I'm a Leo. I know why you are doing that. The Validations™. I know. It's me on the daily. You're doing good tho.
  • Virgo: IF YOU DO NOT CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW. They don't care that you said "you too" when they said "have a good meal". EVERY ONE DOES THAT. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.
  • Libra: so hot. hot damg. Doesn't know how to pick movies or if they want a bottle or a can. Over compromising champion of the masses. Too nice to be mean to which is hard on me because I'm mean to those I love.
  • Scorpio: what you think you are- murder death fear me am evil. What u actually are- smol bean and afraid to be hurt again, does the same things that you did before that got u hurt in the first place though??
  • Sagittarius: NICE MAKING PLANS. #cancelled. ALWAYS. Also. Nice use of sarcasm to hide ur feels. JK IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE SARCASTIC REMARK ILL YELL. I'm already yelling tho...
  • Capricorn: emotional lil bab. Stop beating yourself up. Its okay to feel things and its okay to admit that you aren't having a good day. BUT IF YOU SASS ME ONE MORE TIME.
  • Aquarius: IF YOU DISTANCE URSELF ANYMORE YOULL BE ENTIRELY IN SPACE. I admire the fact that you can go a whole 24 hours (three years?!??) without crying. I can't achieve that but I have aspirations.
  • Pisces: S T R E S S. M E. O U T. if you do not like the choice. Why did you make it. You are the controller of ur own destiny. Ily but wyd.
Some of y'all

really need to understand what’s going on right now.

I see posts saying stuff like “Oh snap, Alec will feel so horrible when he realises it was Magnus in Valentine’s body and he hurt him and–” and other shit like this.

And yes, Alec will undoubtedly feel crushed and guilty for the way he acted and he’ll beat himself up over his disbelief. That’s true, I don’t think he’ll even bear to look Magnus in the eyes at first. But he isn’t the only one that exists in this situation.

Imagine how Magnus is feeling right now. He was forced into the body of a shadowhunter which’s goal is mass destruction of the Downworlder - Magnus’ - kind. His soul has to reside inside of a vessel that was carried by a rotten man, and now Magnus has to take care of it. Furthermore, Valentine is a man who’s plans Magnus fought against for so long, risked his life in the war between Circle members and Downworlders, later literally exausted his body’s energy to the point where he nearly passed out trying to heal Luke, then Alec, then he barely made it out of the Institute in time (saving Madzie, too!) when Valentine slaughtered every Downworlder that was there.

He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get involved with shadowhunters, but first Jocelyn, then Alec waltzed into the picture and he found himself helping the people fighting against a mutual threat - Valentine. And it comes in a full circle - he’s now trapped inside that threat’s body. He can’t call for help, because nobody will believe him.

I think that’s one of the things that’s messing up his emotional state right now, the fact that he’s helpless and no one can save him without trust. And he can’t prove that he isn’t Valentine, unless somebody will be willing to listen to him, which people aren’t in this situation.

Magnus is about to be fucking executed for the crimes he fought against.

And he knows that it’s total injustice, because oh boy, he was supposed to live for years to come. He was supposed to stay with Alec until the very last day. He was supposed to spend more time with Cat and Tessa. He was supposed to watch Madzie grow up into a strong young woman. He was supposed to visit the resting places of Ragnor and Jocelyn and Will…

He’s also lost his protection and weapon he’s wielded all his life: his magic. It’s impossible for him to feel comfortable when it’s all gone. Magnus would’ve died at ten if his powers wouldn’t have broken out, burned his human ‘father’ and ultimately saved him from drowning. It’s not only a shield and sword, it’s a tool he sometimes used to express himself. The color of the magic sometimes changed to represent his view of the situation and his current feelings towards people and emotions that he couldn’t keep inside.

And it doesn’t end there.

Let’s take a minute to remember that Valentine is now also in Magnus’ body. And that terrifies Magnus as well, because God knows what Valentine can do when he’s free again. Alec completely trusts Magnus, and Valentine can do whatever he wants, manipulate others, possibly hurt more people - and, most likely, those people would be Alec or Catarina or Madzie or literally anyone that Magnus knows personally and socializes with often.

Besides, a genocidal shadowhunter inside of our warlock’s body just seems so impure to me. It’s supposed to stay together, a body that commited intentional mass-murder and a rotting soul that planned it all. Meanwhile, while I will agree that Magnus certainly isn’t a little fluffy angel, you could - kind of, I guess - consider him a peaceful person. Sure, he takes absolutely no shit from nobody and will not hesitate to choke people that are disturbing him, but that’s all a part of his personality that has formed throughout his life and that shapes him into the fucking High Warlock of Brooklyn. Still, to me he seems quite reluctant to get into drama or fights if those aren’t touching him or the people he cares about directly.

While Valentine just really, really hates Downworlders because of their demon blood and his complete ignorance. Because come on, who’d believe that Magnus, Simon, Luke and the rest of the Downworlder Squad™ don’t have feelings?

((cam*lle doesn’t count in this situation. don’t use her against me. ew.))

And now this mentioned fucked up excuse of a living being is inside of Magnus like some damn infection, and he knows what can happen if this continues.

And he can do absolutely nothing to prevent it.

I mean, of course, they’ll switch bodies again next episode and everything will be a-okay (exept not really, because I swear to God, writers, show that Magnus will need to recover from this twisted turn of events), but Magnus hasn’t nuked the 4th wall and read the script.

And that’s why he’s fucking horrified.

((also if magnus isn’t the one to murder azazel, i will sue. not the show. not the actors. i’ll sue magnus. u deserve da kill, ma boi.

When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I Part II

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

“I’m Jung Yoonoh,” he had stated in a small voice, his dimples showing when he smiled.

You grinned wider, answering him with a laugh and the casual, “I know, I saw you at the library the other day.” His heart lurched.

You knew who he was.

Fate seemed to really have it in for him, then, because all of the projects and presentations that the two of you had had to make were joint efforts, and you turned out to be partners for the rest of the year.

Sitting and procrastinating at the library soon wasn’t enough anymore, especially when your laughter seemed to irritate the librarian and everybody else around you.

He thought that it was probably a time safe enough to invite you over, and he went with it before he could chicken out. You had perked up at the idea of it and accepted the offer immediately, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face for the rest of the day.

When he had gone home, his mother had noticed immediately. He had tried avoiding answering her questions, but to no avail. It only took a prodding of approximately forty-five seconds before he was gushing about you, telling his mother everything from the beginning and freaking out over the fact that you would be coming over the very next day.

Laughing, she told him that you would be very welcome and that she was very interested in meeting you, and he had spent the next half an hour begging her to not show you any baby pictures or embarrassing him as soon as you would walk through the front door.

His family loved you, to say the least, and you had invited him over to your place the day after, where your family almost disowned you and adopted him instead.

Those two days had definitely made it onto his list of the top ten moments in his life.

By the end of the year, the two of you had become inseparable, and he had been trying to do every single thing possible so he could include you in his plans and include himself in yours. The two of you enjoyed each other’s company, and he felt that maybe, just maybe, he even stood a chance at asking you out.

But he had to be sure of your feelings, first, and he failed to ask you out throughout the summer.

Summer was amazing because you saw each other every day for almost more than twelve hours and it never got boring. He never looked at the time when he was with you; if anything, it always felt like the hours spent were never enough.

He’d miss you before you were even gone, and every fun day ended with him smiling as he lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining what spending the rest of his life with you would be like.

A week or so before school started, you were sitting in his room, talking about the most random things when he had heard you say the most captivating sequence of words he could possibly imagine.

That was when he decided to come clean to you about his dream, showing you his book of lyrics.

You had asked him if he had a song to use for an audition, and even though he was nervous, you praised him when he sang and complimented him like no one ever had, making his throat constrict and his stomach do all sorts of things.

He couldn’t decide on a song, but not because he couldn’t pick one. In that moment, all he could do was stare at you as you chewed on the tip of the pen and bit your lip, and the one thought invading his mind was urging him to lean in and just kiss you.

And he almost did, until he snapped out of it when he realized what would happen if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

So he just kicked at the air and told you to forget it, smiling and saying that there was still plenty of time to choose a song.

When sophomore year started, the two of you were in separate classes, and that immediately alarmed him.

What if you found someone else to replace him while sitting next to them for an entire year? What if you made new friends that you enjoyed spending more time with instead?

Whenever the two of you had hung out, then, all you seemed to care about was his future career.

It was almost all you’d ask about, interrogating him about how it felt and why he wanted to do it and what he’d do with his fame once he would become an idol.

Whenever he did answer, you’d seem lost in thought or you would ignore him completely and type away at your computer, agitating him into thinking how the two of you barely hung out anymore, and how all you asked about was training to become an idol and ignoring everything else.

Had he been right? Did you really no longer care for him like you used to? Or was it a mistake that he had told you about his dream to begin with? Because, to him, it seemed to be all you ever saw anymore.

A few months later, you had started leaving school grounds early and always going away with other people to work on things, and he began to sink into depression.

Maybe he hadn’t meant as much to you as you had to him.

Maybe he really had been replaced.

He should have known better.

He should have stopped himself from becoming so emotionally attached to you when he knew that there was always a possibility that he would get hurt like this.

Deciding to distract himself, he thought drilling himself with five hours of basketball after school every day was the best option, and he joined the school’s basketball team.

Relentlessly training so he could take away the pain, he excelled easily, becoming the MVP only two months into the season and becoming more and more busy.

They nicknamed him Jae, short for Jaehyun, and he went with it, not caring to defend his old name.

Because Yoonoh was pathetic, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.

The team started hanging out with him, and so did the cheerleaders, who were very much interested in him, and he abused it to try and show you what you were missing out on.

He was Jung Jaehyun now, the person everybody wanted to be friends with or to go out with, and you were missing out.

But it still hurt him too much to see you, and it seemed like you weren’t even affected by any of it at all.

Had he actually meant nothing at all to you this whole time? So much that you didn’t even care to ask him about his current life unless it had anything to do with becoming famous?

It pissed him off beyond measure, and the very thought of you started to fill him with poisonous anger.

So he trained harder.

He trained until he couldn’t feel his arms and feet.

He trained and distracted himself with his team and the cheerleaders until the only time you could invade his thoughts was when he tossed and turned and failed to even get a wink of sleep every night.

He began to ignore your texts and calls, hoping that maybe not talking to you or hearing your voice would make the feelings go away.

It didn’t.

Then one day, when he was walking through the hallways with his new crew after school hours, he heard someone running after him.

“Yoonoh? Hey, wait up!” you had called out, and his blood froze over.

No. Please don’t do this.

“Um, who is this person?” asked one of the girls standing with his teammates, laughing. He wanted her to disappear.

“Yoonoh?” snickered another jock.

Please, just disappear, he thought at them all.

He didn’t want to talk to you, but his heart was a traitor, and he couldn’t keep ignoring you any longer.

How long he had yearned to hear you call his name again. 

How long he had wanted to just hug you like he used to and watch you give him the most breathtaking smile.

But you had ignored him, treating him like the two of you were strangers, and that fueled the anger inside of him once more.

He turned around, and his voice came out far more intimidating than he’d ever intended.

“What are you doing here? Can’t you tell that I’m busy?”

No, no, what are you doing?

Your expression had fallen and you had visibly gasped and gulped for air as you took a scared step backwards.

What am I doing?

“Are you okay?” you had asked, your voice making his knees weak and his heart melt. “I’ve been texting and calling you about -”

He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t break down.

But his answer was out before he could even think, and he shocked himself with the severity of his own tone.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” And the others started laughing.

Stop it! What are you doing? Enough!

“Take a hint, honey,” said another person from his group, but his ears were ringing and he couldn’t even identify who it was.

They needed to leave. Now.

“I’ll meet you outside, guys,” he said as calmly as he could manage, still sounding gruff as they all left.

He hadn’t realized he had asked the next question out loud until you had exploded at him.

“What the hell is your problem?”

My problem?” you had begun yelling, making him flinch, but you didn’t seem to pay attention. “What the hell is yours? Since when have you been like this? Since when have you hung out with such people or talked like that? I’ve been trying to reach you for days, and here you are -”

And the anger was back. 

You had ignored him all this time, treating him like he was nothing but trash, and you were lecturing him?

“You never thought that maybe giving you no answer was an answer?” he bit back sarcastically before he could help it, already regretting the words as they fell from his lips.

What the hell am I doing? 

Please, stop it already. You can’t lose Y/N again, you fuckhead.

“No, I didn’t,” came your answer, “because my best friend, Jung Yoonoh, would never do what you’re doing.”

And it’s like you were only now seeing him, after all these months, and his heart started cracking.

Best friend. That’s all I’ll ever be, isn’t it? 

“It’s Jaehyun,” he corrected impulsively.


“My name is Jaehyun. Stop calling me by my other name.”

He couldn’t hear anyone else call him Yoonoh again. Especially not you. 

He couldn’t let you remind him of everything he’s messed up and lost because of who he used to be.

Everyone now wanted Jung Jaehyun, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Because you didn’t want him, too.

Other name? Do you even hear yourself?!”

“Hey, look, fuck off, alright? I don’t need this right now and I’m not in the mood for it either,” he retaliated harsher than he had intended, cursing at himself and hating himself more by the second. You huffed.

“Here I was, working to make your dream come true while you threw yourself away at cheerleaders and people who don’t even know your name.”

It hurt. 

It stung like a fucking bee right on his chest.

What did you know about his dream?

All he had wanted was for you to care about him as much as he did about you.

Was that really too much to ask for?

“You don’t know me,” he bit back again.

Yes I do!” you had yelled, and he was now losing hope with every single breath. “But I guess not anymore.”

“Here,” you had said, shoving some papers in his direction, and he couldn’t even look at them.

How could he ever accept anything from you again when his heart would still leap at the thought of you and his would still eyes water at knowing that he had fucked everything up?

“I don’t want your stupid biology notes,” he had commented, turning away so you couldn’t see his face, but he felt the papers smack into his back, and he rounded on you, furious at how insensitive you could be.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, more at himself than at you, but you just stood there and looked him straight in the eyes.

“They’re yours,” you had stated plainly, walking past him, not even bothering to glance back.

“And lose my number,” you added, his heart beginning to shatter into pieces.

Already have,” he replied viciously as the door slammed shut behind you,

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

To just scream until he lost his voice and no sound came out anymore.

He was about to walk away, leaving in the opposite direction, when he noticed the papers still strewn across the hallway floor.

He snatched some up, about to rip them into a thousand shreds out of spite and anger, when the title caught his eye.

You had written him and composed him a song, and one of the papers included a letter. He could recognize your handwriting blindfolded.

Hey, YoYo!

His breath hitched at the nickname you’d given him so many months ago.

I know I haven’t been hanging out with you much lately, and that I’ve probably bored you out of your mind with questions about becoming an idol.


I hope you like it, although I still feel like it’s not as great as it should be. But don’t worry, they’ll be too captivated by your voice to notice the song, right?

I still believe in you, even when you don’t.


He sank to his knees as he read and looked over everything you’d made for him, his mind and heart and soul in absolute chaos.

And then he began to weep, and the last of the strings inside of him broke.


Red Dwarf + AO3 Tags


  • Elizabeth I: ohmygodohmygodohmygod-
  • England: um, Eli?
  • Elizabeth I: eep! U-Uh, I mean... y-yes, England...?
  • England: d-did... you mean what you said in your speech today... about marrying me...?
  • Elizabeth I: u-u-u... okay, I can't lie to you... I... I really meant it. I want to protect you, England, with every fiber of my being! I don't want to see you in pain because of what my family did to you! My father, Mary, they all hurt you! I want to make you happy! I want to see you smile again! I don't want to- E-England?? Are you okay?? You're crying...
  • England: o-oh... I'm sorry... I... haven't felt like this in a while...
  • Elizabeth I: ...happy?
  • England: no... loved.

a story even shippers weren’t really quite expecting

First Season:
Black, two sugar. BTW I’m manipulating you.

Second Season:
I don’t count? I don’t cOUNT? WHERE THE HECK DID U GET THAT IMPRESSION YOUNG LADY??!?! You do count. Now that we established that… would you mind help me fake my death? I need you.

Third Season:
Help me solve cases because I’m not good with thank yous. Also… you’re the one who matters the most. Chips?

Fourth Season:
fuck, okay, I love you. There. I said it. Wait.. oh shit. I love you.

So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

Ways to say I love you (Philkas Edition)
  • Ily: I love you
  • Ilysm: I love you so much
  • Imya: i mean, you're amazing
  • Ifyft: I fixed your flat tire
  • Bykily: because you know I like you
  • Ityhtrtb: I'll teach you how to ride the bike
  • Bilyi: because I like you, idiot
  • Yltpr?: you like taking pictures right?
  • Lpohtwidih: liking Philip out here the way I do, it's hard
  • Twgtya: they were gonna take you away
  • Ybnlt: you better not leave tivoli
  • Dysh?: does your stomach hurt?
  • Ificw: it's fine, I can walk
  • Ilteenty: I lie to everyone else, not to you
  • Idwag: I don’t want a girlfriend
  • Imuap: I made us a playlist
  • Uo?my!: u okay? Miss you!
  • Irh: I'm right here
  • Pwu: please wake up
  • Wp?: where's Philip?
  • Iwatywgwu: I was afraid that you weren't gonna wake up
  • Ihdltbarowy: I've had dreams like that before about riding off with you
  • Arbc: all right, be careful
  • Iwwcjhhf: I wish we could just hang here forever
  • Rlingwy: right, like I'm not going with you
  • Omgyai: oh my god you're an idiot
  • Mbigyl: maybe, but it got you laughing

meabhd  asked:

Just something for your consideration because I have just thought of this and think it's adorable... Elain, giving Lucien flowers

It IS adorable aier;toienoac okay okay have some more thoughts in return that this Spawned: (listen i’m fully aware that u were probably just ‘wouldn’t it be nice if Elain handed Lucien a little bunch of flowers one day, that’d be sweet, but like GO BIG OR GO HOME MEABHD. and u sent this to me i honestly don’t know what else u were expecting…) 

Elain says at the end of ACOWAR that she wants to fill the world with more gardens. No doubt she makes the one she’s started in Velaris spread and enthusiastically throws herself into it after the war. It’s a place that she’s comfortable and a place that’s hers so Lucien, being tactful and polite, probably chooses to court her there more often. 

He lets her talk endlessly about the flowers that she’s growing there, all the different seeds, the things that will grow in Prythian that she’d never even heard of in the mortal realms (she scolds his people for that because dammit, if I’d known about this before I’d have come here much sooner. And Lucien offers her a very grave apology on behalf of all fae-dom which makes her giggle) 

Lucien literally lived in the Court of Flowers for the past 300 years or something, right, and he spent an inordinate amount of time riding the rails, on border patrol, etc, etc. The boy knows his plants, okay. And he’s probably delighted to have someone as enthusiastic as he is to share that with. (Listen, Lucien spent his free time in the Autumn Court camping out miles away from his home and learning how to catch trout with his bare hands - he loves the outdoors just as much as Elain, who spent all her time wherever they were carving out a garden, does. Elain spreads life wherever she goes and Lucien basks in it. This is a beautiful point of bonding for them). 

Lucien tells her all about the Spring Court. It was toxic and unhealthy for him in Tamlin’s court and Elain gets very grumpy about the abuse that he suffered at Tamlin’s hands (and starts to encourage Lucien to look and think about Tamlin’s treatment of him too) but the court itself was beautiful. He tells her about the deep forests. About the plants that would bloom all year round. The gardens of the manor and the wild, untamed beauty found in the heart of the court. 

Partly he talks to share this wonder with Elain the only way he knows how. He would take her there but with his relationship with Tamlin being what it is that isn’t possible…But he knows that he needs to tell her everything he can about it. Elain laps it all up and so he starts sharing things from the Autumn Court as well, diving into memories he thought he’d long forgotten because that court, too, had its beauty. 

As he talks Elain starts to realise that this is for her benefit that he’s sharing these things, to see her smile and light up in wonder imagining all of the things he’s telling her about…But she also starts to sense a pang of longing and nostalgia in him and she realises that a part of him is homesick for these parts of those courts he once called home. 

Elain hatches a cunning plan. 

Using that sweet, diplomatic charm she cultivated in human high society she charms merchants and vendors from other courts into getting her what she needs and sets to work. 

There’s a corner of her garden that she keeps fenced off and made such ferocious threats to Cassian when he tried to peek inside that he swears of all the Archeron sisters, he fears Elain the most. No-one is allowed to go to the part of the garden but especially not Lucien, it’s kept so secret from him that he doesn’t even know it exists. 

Not until Elain comes to him one day, bursting with excitement and glowing so brightly people start questioning which one of them, exactly, is the heir to Day. She takes Lucien by the hand and quite firmly ignores his baffled babbling as she ties a blindfold over his eyes and leads him outside. She just tells him to trust her and Lucien shuts his mouth and obeys and that’s that. 

She leads him out into the garden (Lucien stumbling a few times because, well, Elain is very excited and enthusiastic and that tends to dull her noticing things like loose stones and protruding roots, all of which poor Lucien trips over) but they manage to make it to this special little corner relatively intact. 

Quivering with anticipation Elain takes off Lucien’s blindfold (standing on her toes and having him bend down a little while she curses him for being so damn tall) and waits with baited breath for his reaction as she stares around at what she’s created for. A little part of her garden is a miniature Spring Court, with a small section of Autumn too, both of them filled with all of Lucien’s favourite plants and flowers, that she spent a great deal of time researching to make sure she got it just right. 

Lucien steps forwards on slightly trembling legs and moves deeper into the garden. It feels like he’s home, at last, like this strange, alien court that spent so long as the subject of his most twisted nightmares, could some day be his. Elain tentatively follows him and murmurs that she knew he was missing home and she thought this might help but if he doesn’t like it…

Never in all his many, many years of life has Lucien ever been this lost for words. After a very long moment and several tries, instinct and training kick in at last and he’s finally able to wheeze that he loves it, he loves it and that no-one…No-one has ever done anything like this for him before.

 That little line he’s learning to love creases between Elain’s brows at that and she says that they should have done…Then she softens and smiles and murmurs quietly that she supposes she just has a lot of making up to do, in that case. 

Lucien walks towards her and pulls her to him and tells her that he would very, very much like to kiss her right now, if that would be agreeable to her. Elain giggles and informs him that she didn’t very well go to all this effort for the simple pleasure of watching him gape at her like a fish, she thinks he should most definitely kiss her, after all her hard work. 

Lucien doesn’t need to be told twice. He laughs at her boldness, even as she blushes for him, and wonders if this woman, this soft heart who just might be the strongest person he’s ever known, will ever stop surprising him. 

He concludes, as she, impatient with his overly-polite dilly-dallying, takes his face firmly between her hands and draws him down to kiss her, that she most certainly will not. And he’s absolutely fine with that. 

Once he’s spent a good long time properly appreciating Elain and all her hard work and their lips are red and swollen from said appreciation, he lets her lead him around the garden. 

She shows him every single plant she’s brought here and lets him talk, tell her silly little facts about them, how that one is good to put on burns and that one should absolutely not, under any circumstances and no matter how much gold she’s offered, ever be drunk as a tea. 

She tells him how much trouble she had getting hold of that and he tells her he’s not surprised, that it almost died out a few decades ago and he can’t believe she managed to get it to grow at all. Elain swells with pride and Lucien appreciates her some more. 

He laughs and laughs and laughs over a small, insignificant looking little plant and tells her about the memories that it brings back from Spring, when things were better, a lifetime ago. Then he asks about her favourites, of the new ones that she’s found here and they bond and Lucien appreciates her a great deal. 

Lucien, ever the graceful courtier, plucks up a delicate blue rose and tucks it into her hair. And then nothing will do but that Elain has to weave an entire bouquet into Lucien’s hair. They lie in the shade of a tree while she does this, Elain’s legs folded into a (highly unladylike, as Lucien teasingly comments and gets a swat on the arm in return) basket, Lucien’s head in her lap. As she works she confesses, giggling and blushing, that she’s been wanting to play with his hair for a very long time. Lucien smiles and tells her she’s welcome to do this as often as she wishes. Elain leans down and kisses him upside down. 

Lucien refuses to take off his flower crown and proudly wears it to the family dinner the Circle have that night at the House of Wind. During which, Feyre smiles knowingly at them and just smiles some more when Elain sidles over to thank her for helping her find out what flowers Lucien likes. 

i know everyone just heard ‘adam birkholtz has sisters’ and ran with the little sister headcanons and i love them all but also what if adam birkholtz was the baby of the family???? hmmm???

(thanks @kantperson and @tictacbergerac for letting me rant abt this on twitter)

LEAH, age 32, surgical resident

  • bc she’s so much older than holster she’s like a really weird sister/aunt/mom hybrid and adam LOVES HER. 
    • simultaneously So Cool and A Giant Nerd
    • saw holster’s snaps of getting high watching the golden girls and was like “ADAM >:(”
  • their parents are real :/// because leah never really dated and she ~should be thinking of settling down~ and then the other birkholtz children will be like: “hey ur kid is literally a brain surgeon could u maybe not??”
    • (leah is gay? maybe? but she’s focusing on her career and can’t really be fucked abt it tbh)
  • (leah’s siblings watch A LOT of grey’s anatomy. they call her mcdreamy and she HATES it and they will NEVER KNOW that christina yang made her decide to go to med school)
  • leah hears adam’s stories about ‘his bro ransom’ and just kind of sideeyes her phone.
    • “adam. adam honey. that’s gay”
    • “YOU’RE GAY”
    • “uh.”
    • “my friend shitty says i gotta let u come out at your own pace but is there somethin u wanna tell me?”

DELIA, age 29, resident nurse

  • she and leah are best fucking friends ever
    • (delia is the only one who knows abt leah’s monster crush on christina yang and she knows this bc they watched her last episode together and cried)
    • they work at the same hospital. the patients love them but they get REALLY CONFUSED bc someone will tell them “dr. birkholtz” is gonna treat them and they’ll be like “wait u mean delia? she was just in here she brought me this afghan?”
  • delia crochets like a motherfucking boss. she makes sweaters appear the way bitty cranks out pies. eric bittle, from GEORGIA, thanks god every day for delia’s blankets that are just everywhere in the haus
    • holster just casually gives people his scarf/hat and will be like “keep it dude. i have five more at home and i’m expecting a care package next month”
  • delia has been dating the same guy since high school and they’re engaged. holster gave this dude the shovel speech ten years ago. he still had fucking braces and delia can’t wait for leah to tell the story at the wedding.
  • holster and delia aren’t actually that close but they have an unspoken ‘i would absolutely die for you’ bond.
    • when holster’s home, they watch bad sitcoms together. specifically, ones cancelled in their first or second seasons. they compare notes re: whether or not they deserved to be canceled and how they might have been saved

MURIEL, age 26, personal trainer and professional hockey

  • muriel and holster are tight. it’s 50% a being-the-closest-in-age thing and 50% a diehard bond of hockey love.
  • the family joke is that it’s a good thing holster’s a boy bc obviously their parents were scraping the bottom of the barrel of girls’ names
    • (insert trans holster hc here)
  • muriel took ice skating lessons from ages 4-6, and when holster turned 4 and started learning baby hockey basics, muriel defected
    • muriel is a goalie. muriel is six feet tall and 190 pounds. muriel could end your life and you would thank her.
  • she left for college the same year holster left home to play in juniors. it was fucking awful and she transferred her sophomore year to be closer to his billet family.
  • she may or may not be a Jack Zimmermann Puck Bunny tm
    • (when holster told her abt samwell, she was like !!!!!!!. holster was NOT HAPPY.)
    • she helped him move into the haus and met jack for the first time and her entire brain stopped working.
    • literally she was carrying a giant tub of holster’s whey protein and she just. stood there staring at jack. like a NERD.
    • holster and shitty were there. a smh tradition was born.
    • her teammates call her murray because they love her
    • shitty has season tickets. he skypes holster from every single game. they cry a lot.
  • after she won the isobel cup she brought it down to samwell and was like ‘,:) are u intimidated gentlemen?
    • (she immediately became a fucking nerd again bc jack was there and asked for her autograph)
    • “ADAM STFU”
    • “PLSEAS??? I’LL SHAVE!!!!!”
    • “ADAM I H9 U”

ADAM, age 24, econ student

  • has really fucking awesome sisters
  • is the undisputed spoiled brat baby of the family

Okay here we go again, another Sunday Ficnic for the Voltron discord. Although it’s not exactly supernatural whoops 😬 I’m super open for prompts or a chat any time!

Lance gets sick and Keith thinks he’s just being inconsiderate and lazy until he passes out in Red during training. Warning for persons with emetophobia because there is some icky vomit.

Enjoy and thanks!

Lance really wasn’t in the mood for training. He had woken up that morning shivering–his blankets had been flung off sometime during the night and hung haphazardly off of his foot. His eye mask was crooked and pulled at his hair as he squinted at the dim lighting. His head throbbed as he slowly sat up in his bed.

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anonymous asked:

i saw ur post about Auli'i Cravalho and i know where u r coming from but is it creepy if i am attracted to her if i am also 16 (and a girl)? like, i'm not going online commenting "look at that ass" but i think she's really beautiful and i've had like daydreams where we are dating...

Oh nooooo sweetie no. It’s not weird or wrong for you to be attracted to her as another teenage girl. That post was because some very, very nasty adults, who happened to be all women, were being especially gross about her on a post I saw.