people are so happy that news about harry's single is fake. and im fucking sad. all i need is his voice, and just can not understand all this happiness
I think they’re just laughing about the whole fight that was going on in the fandom (which I also don’t understand because this happens every time being real or not so…) but anyways, I’m not here to tell anyone how to react or feel towards this. I’m much like you, I just want to hear his voice and his new songs asap and just ignore The Discourse tm
- lance is the jewelry guy
- he wears dangly blue earrings
- his regular customers are cute old ladies who always think he needs to eat more
-when he’s not attending customers he flirts with the cute dressing room attendant
-Keith is the dressing room attendant
- it’s mostly slow, but he can see the jewelry department from his post
- people ask him for opinions on their outfits
- he’s uncomfortable sharing his fashion advice, but he’s really good at it
- hunk and pidge are markdowns. And backroom. And overnight.
- They pretty much live in the store.
- they have their own secret lingo for the goings on.
- they will drop everything if someone brings in a cute dog
- shiro is the head cashier/coordinator.
- the customers love him. He’s charming and they forget how much they’re spending.
- he organizes breaks and returns
-lance always pesters him about it
- he and allura work well together
-they have their own sign language they use to talk from opposite sides of the store
-they think they’re sly about it (they’re not)
- allura is their favorite manager
- she is scary but treats them well
- she loves setting up fancy feature tables
- matt is security
- when he applied he thought it was tech security. Orientation was awkward
- he actually does really well though
- he blends in wearing regular clothes and his low center gravity is perfect for tackling would be thieves
-Shiro find this hilarious
-the galra are the walmart across the street
-more stuff available. But no morals
For @skiretehfox’s Maximus AUwhich is one of my favorite iterations of Max (and it’s how I found your blog!) I fell in love with her at first sight and this is me singing praise and thanks for creating her and the whole AU. I hope I didn’t write her ooc and if I did, please correct me. Anyways, here’s the fic, enjoy!
Maximus was never one to be bothered to make an effort. In fact, she’s given up trying altogether. She’s learned at an early age that effort is futile but it’s not because of the ratio of attempts to failures, rather the opposite. Everything was just so easy to achieve and so predictable. The world was dictated by patterns and to accomplish a goal was to simply follow the set path with predetermined rules. Perhaps that’s why the only semblance to excitement there was in life for her was when she’s bending the said rules or when there were hardly any restrictions in the first place. Either works and since she gets bored easily, she doubles in both.
She majors both in Law and in the Arts, Photography in particular, at the same time. There’s a reason why she specializes in both of these areas. Manipulating the laws of legality was interesting enough to work as a brain-teaser for her on good days. Manipulating the laws of photography to get that perfect shot can be entertaining and fulfilling at times. And then there’s the hidden third Major in Time, manipulating the laws of space and time just because she can.
No, she didn’t fucking stutter. She has time powers, deal with it.
It’s a rather dull story if you asked Maximus and although it was surprising at the time, that excitement obviously didn’t last for the rest of her life. Actually, that got her the time powers in the first place: the end of her life, or at least it was supposed to be. Coming from a prestigious family has its own downsides aside from the boring parties filled with pretentious adults pretending to give a shit. For Maximus, she got kidnapped at the age of ten. The criminals weren’t even professionals and ended up accidentally shooting her. She would have died too or maybe she did die but her rewind just overwrote that history. Needless to say, someone other than her ended up with a bullet on that day.
Rewinding time? What-the-fuck-ever. She doesn’t give a shit.
Having time powers got old real fast. It was nothing that extraordinary for her as mastering any other skill. Within weeks she learned how to prevent the nosebleeds and within months, she could rewind for more minutes than she’ll ever need to. She’s confident that she knows how it works and mastered all of its tricks so much in fact that whatever thrill she felt on the first time had long since died along with the timeline where she’s supposed to be dead. The supernatural aspect of it has been normalized and has now become routine. In short, she got bored. She started to think that whatever this was just might be the most exciting experience she’ll ever get.
Her boring days carried on until she turned eleven and she attended a charity event in Seattle with her parents. She absolutely loathed these social gathering of hypocrites and if she had a choice, she wouldn’t be here at all. Unfortunately being a kid meant less free will on her part but at the very least she was allowed freedom to separate and roam on her own. The exhibit wasn’t even that interesting but it will have to do rather than the annoying adults that filled it. As she easily weaved through the groups of people she would have nothing to do with, she eavesdropped on voices that only spoke of bullshit.
Until she heard a voice that seemed to carry an IQ that was higher than the room’s average.
“What an insult.” The voice belonged to a girl with long blond hair and a scowl that matched her disgust. She’s standing by one of the art booths and muttering to herself far too loudly and condescending. “No one’s actually here to donate for the arts. Everyone’s too busy kissing ass with people instead of actually admiring the displayed masterpieces.” She glared at the room in general with great disapproval that Maximus couldn’t help but approve.
“Masterpieces?” She smoothly took a spot beside her with an amused smirk. “Point me at one when you see them.”
The girl turned to her, most likely surprised that someone would comment on her not so inner monologue. Her cheeks were tinged red with embarrassment but she quickly masked it under the guise of anger. She’s certainly a proud one. “Well of course I didn’t mean all of these!” She gestured to the entirety of the room and then crossed her arms. “There’s no such thing as a gallery filled with only the best works. More than half are usually dull stud shots just trying to catch a ride on the greatness of the actual good ones.”
Well she’s not wrong although Maximus wouldn’t want to inflate her ego by admitting that. At least this girl knew what she was talking about and she had the backbone to speak them out. Her eyes shone with the slightest of interests. “Huh, is that what you think so?” She tested her, intimidating.
“That’s what I know so.” The girl confidently replied and with a raised chin, she beckoned her, “And? What do you think?”
Maximus blinked. That’s new. So there truly existed a person who wouldn’t shrink from her. This girl could hold her own ground and who was Maximus to deny her conversation? “Hmm…” She hummed shortly and then pointed to one photo in particular. “Well this guy’s trying too hard to go for Avedon-esque.”
It was unexpected but the girl’s face lit up at the mention of the photographer. It was so bright and instantaneous that Maximus could have sworn that a flash literally went off. “You know Richard Avedon? He’s my hero!” She started excitedly and even jumped a bit when she fully turned towards her. When she realized that she had forgotten the proper but also boring TPO, she quickly composed herself. She held herself back but the embers in her eyes continued to glow warmly. “I mean… ahem, yes it is rather distasteful at how poor his attempt is. It’s an absolute disgrace. I can’t believe this crap is even here.”
So this girl apparently also knew how photography worked and Maximus is impressed because that’s already more than most of the guests’ actual knowledge of the art. “And how would your attempt be?”
“Obviously better than this amateur.” She scoffed and there was something with the way she said it, the power in her voice, that told her that she wasn’t just all talk. “See, the technique is just…” And then she proceeded to expound on how to pull off an Avedon photoshoot.
And although Maximus was not one to socialize, she thought that she didn’t mind spending time with this girl.
“Maximus Caulfield.” She finally said after their fourth conversation. There was a small but noticeable proud grin on her face. This girl had earned the right to her name and frankly, she enjoyed her company. “It’s a fucking relief to know that there’s someone here who isn’t a retard.”
The girl just nodded in agreement. “Likewise. You aren’t just air yourself.” Despite her proud attitude, there was a clear underlying tone of approval in her voice. “If you don’t already know, I’m Maribeth Chase. I suppose you can call me Mary for short.”
“Mary, huh?” She rolled the name across her tongue experimentally. Something about the name just didn’t sit right with her and she wracked her brain as to why. In the end, she couldn’t figure out the reason but she did figure out a new nickname. “Nah, I think I’ll just call you Vic.”
“Vic?” She repeated and with obvious confusion written on her face. “Why Vic?”
She shrugged. “Dunno. It just feels right.”
“Well I’m not the only one going home with a stupid nickname, Maxine.” She eyed her levelly.
“It’s Max, never Maxine.” Maximus shot back and then smirked. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Vic.”
They got along more than just fine, so much in fact that their parents already arranged for them to get married in the future.
Not like that made any difference since Maximus wasn’t planning on spending the rest of her life with anyone else. She already spent her first eleven years with boring complacency and she’d be damned if that lasted any longer. So they meet again at another gala the next month and then after, they scheduled a meeting without the crowd of overaged morons. Maximus found Vic interesting enough that she dropped from her current school and transferred to hers. Vic couldn’t believe what she did at first but she may have half screamed half squealed when her parents confirmed the fact. Maximus later found out about it and teased the hell out of her cute blushing face.
By the time that Vic got her pixie cut, they were already dating. The confession wasn’t as much romantic as it was spontaneous.
“Date me.” Maximus just suddenly dropped out of nowhere during an ordinary drive to the coffee shop.
The confession was just so unexpected that it almost passed by Vic’s head. Almost. In a few seconds, her brain stopped and so did the car as her foot slammed on the brakes. Her head turned and faced her, gaping. “What did you just say?”
“Eyes on the road, partner.” Maximus teased. “Did you know that most car accidents happen because the driver is looking elsewhere?”
“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me.” Vic snarled and Maximus smiled wider because even Vic’s angry face was cute. She didn’t share her same amusement though. She glared harder. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Sorry, did I stutter?” Maximus leaned in close, so close that their noses were almost touching and their breaths were warm and mixing, and oh god it was intoxicating for Vic. In a seductively low voice, Maximus whispered, “I said fuck me.”
A delectable shiver ran through Vic’s spine and Maximus’ teeth showed. There’s also the obvious coloring of her cheeks but Vic was adamant on powering through this. “Maybe I’ll think about it when you say what you actually first said.”
“So that’s a yes on fuck?” Maximus grinned devilishly.
Vic’s blush burned to a darker shade as she stammered, “F-Fuck, Max! Just say those goddamned words already!” And in a softer, more shy voice she whispered, “I just… I just want to hear them and know this is real.” And that’s Maximus’s signal to quit messing around.
She schooled her face into one of seriousness as she gazed deeply. No more fucking around. “Date me, Vic.” Before Vic could answer, Maximus’ lips were already on hers. And when she pulled back, she faintly heard the reverent whisper of a “yes” that she pulled from Vic’s lips. Maximus licked her lips with pride. “We’re gonna fucking rule the world together.”
As much as Maximus would have loved to skip to the part where they rule the world, Vic thought it was imperative for them to continue their education and this was non-negotiable. So fast forward to now where they’re in college. At least they share an apartment so she thinks it’s not all that boring. Maximus still doesn’t give a shit about things but Vic does and she makes it a point that Max knows.
“Max, get your lazy ass up already or you’ll miss your defense.” Vic scolded her for the nth time this past ten minutes. “Don’t make me throw water at you because you know I will if you don’t get up in the next thirty seconds.”
“And ruin the bed? Where ever will we sleep then?” Maximus gasped playfully.
“Obviously I’ll be taking the sofa and you’ll be sleeping on the cold hard ground. Twenty seconds.” Vic tapped her foot irritably by the bedside.
“Hey, don’t talk about our floor like that.” Maximus pouted. “Besides, it’s more comfortable than you think. The coolness is perfect for the summer weather.”
“It’s officially winter in two weeks. And no, you’re not getting any extra blankets to touch our impeccable floor.” Vic pushed. “Ten seconds.”
“Vic, it’s eight in the morning. My defense is at nine. There’s no need to rush. Besides, the prof is just as tardy as I am anyways.” Maximus reasoned but Vic was having none of that.
“Five seconds, Max.” She announced tersely and raised a glass of water threateningly.
Maximus immediately shot up at the last second, reached for the glass and downed the whole drink. “There. Now where’s my morning kiss?” She smiled lopsidedly.
“That hardly bears merit for a reward.” Vic scoffed as she took the glass and set it aside on the bedside drawer.
Without warning, Maximus leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. “I’m taking it anyways.” She grinned toothily.
Vic’s already used to Maximus’ impulsive displays of affection but she never did learn how to tame her blushes. “You’re insufferable.” She muttered but not with a small smile.
“That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.” Maximus replied with a chuckle that ended shortly when she growled lowly, “So where’s my morning makeout session?”
Vic blinked. Her eyes quickly flitted to the clock and then back to her girlfriend, debating. She bit her lower lip in thought as Maximus licked hers in anticipation. Until finally, Vic let out a sigh and leaned forward. “Fuck it. Ten minutes tops.”
Maximus just grinned in victory. “Negotiable, right?”
And sure, life was still boring as hell most of the time and Maximus could still never be bothered to make an effort. But it’s moments like these that make her consider otherwise. Maximus couldn’t care less about anything but Vic worries about everything. Life has been less boring with Vic around and Maximus will do everything within her power to keep this life. Whenever she thinks of Vic, she thinks that maybe she’d like to at least try. Effort has never been her thing but maybe that’s just because she didn’t have a reason worth it before— before Vic. It’s different now and maybe she’s changed as well even if only just by a bit.
Maximus puts in a little more effort nowadays and even more so when Vic rewards her.
Damn, I’ve had enough of this. What part of “love grew between them” is so hard to understand?
I mean, headcanon and let headcanon. But sometimes headcanons can influence mainstream fanon to the point where people seem to forget what’s canon, and canon is not “Maglor was a creep who kidnapped Elrond and Elros for ransom/redemption, and they developed… complex feelings for him, some of which looked a bit like… Stockholm syndrome, in what was essentially an abusive relationship”. I think I’ve read one comment too many which off-handedly treats this as a fact.
Canon says that Maglor was a murderer who went along with a dirty game although he didn’t want to. He also loved the twins, and the twins loved him. Even Third-Age Elrond speaks with compassion about people who take oaths without knowing what they’re in for:
“(…) No oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.”
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,” said Gimli.
"Maybe,“ said Elrond, “but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.”
“Yet sworn word may strengthen the quaking heart,“ said Gimli.
“Or break it,” said Elrond.
(LotR, Fellowship, “The Ring Goes South”)
I wonder who he may be talking about.
So stick to your headcanons, variety is great. They can be fun and entertaining, and I don’t ask anyone to stop writing them, as long everybody remembers that they’re just headcanons. Just imagine it was one of your favourite characters someone was talking about. We’re all here to have fun together, aren’t we?
Brain stahp stop coming up with new AUs from looping the new subunit songs
I haven’t even finished the JobSetAU doodles/headcanons yet
If you like these, you are free to take these headcanons and write/draw lolol
CYR’s P.S. no Mukougawa (On the Other Side of a Postscript) A couple broke up some time ago on good terms - there wasn’t really any reason for breakup, both just felt that this relationship won’t last and they better end it while they still thought fondly of each other. GirlB moves away soon after. GirlA, however, begins to feel like something’s missing in her life. Her mind wanders to her ex whenever she least expects it, such as when she is just sipping tea in a cafe, or even just doing crossword puzzles. She regrets ending the relationship so early, but she remains positive and believes that they would meet some time again and when they do, she will try to work on their spark again.
GirlB also feels the same, and she’s obtained GirlA’s contact information through a friend. She’s too shy to take a direct approach, so she decides to write GirlB a friendly-casual postcard with a postscript: P.S. I miss you A fluffy, diabetes-inducing shoujo story? XD
AZA’s Lonely Tuning A freelance composer is at a pinch at creating a melody she is satisfied with. She sits in a cafe, jotting down notes with her headphones on, trying to refine this new tune she just can’t seem to perfect. She always sees this girl waiting for her bus outside the cafe; the girl looks stressed, perhaps even a bit melancholic, most of the time. The composer is intrigued at first, merely curious about the girl and what could be causing her to wear such expression. The more the composer wonders, the more attracted she becomes to the girl. Whenever the composer is at home, she’d look out of the window or even go on the balcony and gaze at the night sky, wondering how the girl is doing and if anything is able to cheer her up. Repeatedly and tirelessly, she edits the tune hoping to give it to the girl one day, see if the music would bring a smile to her face.
Little does the composer know, the girl has noticed her too… A simple, light-hearted romance story that could have drama in between
GK’s Guilty Eyes Fever After a one-night-stand, GirlA regrets it and wants to pretend that the night of passion ever happened, though a small voice in the back of her mind seeks more. The night of passion empowers her with confidence, something she lacks in everyday life. GirlB is unable to forget GirlA, wanting to get to know her more. Luck is on GirlB’s side as the two keeps running into each other, whether at cafes, on transit, in grocery stores and so on. GirlB doesn’t push it - she chats with GirlA to understand more about her and only flirts from time to time. If they somehow meet at night, GirlB lets GirlA lead the conversations, or if they get touchy, GirlB would entice GirlA but allows GirlA to take control. She wants GirlA to truly fall for her out of her own volition - to be the first to admit she needs her, even though GirlB herself is the one falling deeper in to this web of love.
GirlA realizes her growing desire to be with GirlB but still struggles to fight against temptation in spite of losing to it every time. Most likely a smutty/limey drama? angsty? story