Over-Crooks

I decided I wanted a fic about Merrill getting sick or hurt and Anders taking care of her. For lots of reasons, but mostly: 1) I’ve seen fic where Merrill takes care of Anders, but never the reverse; 2) Anders gives Merrill a shitty time in the game, and I want their relationship to be better; 3) I don’t feel like he would give her a hard time when she’s already down, both their relationship and his character are more complex than that; and 4) if we can get a dozen Fenders fics that have Fenris getting sick or hurt and Anders helping him unreservedly despite the animosity between them because that’s who he is as a man and a healer, then by god Anders can damn well show the same consideration for Merrill!


Everything hurt. She tossed and turned on her bed, pulling the limp sweat-soaked pillows further under her head in a futile effort to find a more comfortable position. Her eyes tracked over the crooked wooden beams overhead, old scaffolding from the time the alienage was a mine tunnel falling further and further into disrepair. She tried to imagine that the wooden beams were tree boughs creaking and swaying in the wind, or the arched roof of an aravel rumbling and shaking over uneven ground; it must have been working, because the beams did seem to dip and wave overhead…

Creators. There was no wind here, no air found its way through the maze of caverns and canyons that was Lowtown. She was sick – she was very sick.

The thought stuck out with sudden clarity, and she tried to hold onto it among the fugue, holding it and worrying it like a wolf with a rabbit. But no matter how she turned that truth over and around in her mind, she couldn’t seem to do  anything with it, find purpose or direction in the thought.

She had to… she needed to…

The scaffolding loomed overhead, beams interspersed with jagged shards of metal poking out of the stone. Stone walls, stone overhead, stone underfoot, twisted jagged metal underfoot, a sharp pain that turned into an ugly, dark throbbing up from her heel. Pain growing up her leg, dark red vines of pain that wound their way like ivy up her calf, hitched around the bend of her leg and sent long feelers in her thigh. 

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anonymous asked:

I just need more Iwaoi eating off each other

AN: eyy this is my jam

“Mmm… Iwa-chan…”

A low moan was dragged from Oikawa’s throat, his back arching in his seat as Iwaizumi’s mouth ran over the crook of his neck. Iwaizumi fought the urge to smirk; from behind, he couldn’t see Oikawa’s face, but he knew the expression of ecstasy his boyfriend wore whenever he did anything with his neck. It was one of Oikawa’s most sensitive areas.

“You’re gorgeous, Tooru,” he whispered against his skin, and he felt Oikawa shudder against him.

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No seriously though, Marvel has so many characters of color that are defined by their race. Nighthawk over here breaking crooked cops legs for terrorizing black communities in Chicago, Sam Wilson is literally being torn apart by social media for being Captain America whilst being black and battling super powered police officers, Black Panther is… Black Panther and Kamala Khan is fighting gentrification of Muslim populated cities in New Jersey. Hell even white marvel characters have been known to metaphorically stand up for characters of color and social causes (Steve Rodgers, Hawkeye)

I’d honestly love to read a series about a close-minded trump supporting closeted white supremacist republican superhero, written by someone who feels the same way. It’d make me all sorts of uncomfortable but I feel it’s only right (pack of a better word) for the other side of the common sense spectrum to be represented.

Infectiously Influenced Backbeat (後天性のバックビート) - Hitorie - English Translation

仰天モノの間違いを抱えて何遍それを繰り返しているんだ?
Carrying a confounding thing’s mistake: how many times have I repeated that?
病原体みたいに蠢いている、共感されることない感情
Creeping around like a virus, it’s an emotion that could never be empathized

超展開の明日を迎えて何千回と問いかける答えは、
Heading towards a tomorrow of a heated climax: over that answer I’ve asked for some thousand times,
所詮僕にしかわからないな。
Heads up I’m probably the only one who knows it.

「いつだってそんなモノなんでしょ」
“That’s how things always go”

曲線上にばら撒いた期待をご丁寧にすべて裏切るんだ。
Expectations that were scattered over crooked feelings, politely I’m betraying them all.
賞賛なんてありゃしないけれど勘違った今も悪くはないな。
Praising is something I’ll never get, yet though I made a mistake I’m fine with how this is now.

後天性のソレに気付いて何遍それを繰り返しているんだ?
Taking notice of an influenced that: how many times have I repeated that?
所詮僕にしかわからないな、いつだってそんなことを思っている。
Heads up I’m probably the only one who knows, that’s how I’m always thinking.

「数えきれない程に重ねた、あたしの思いを形にして」
“Now piled up to an uncountable amount, give form to my feelings”

唄って今日を確かめて
I’m singing to confirm today
笑って昨日を書き換えて
I’m laughing to rewrite yesterday
舞台に立てばすべてを忘れられるのだろうか
By standing on a stage I feel as if I’ll be able to forget everything

嫌ったものも忘れて
I’m forgetting about the things I had hated
手にした色で染まるよ
I’m painting them in my color I had obtained so

「答えを知らぬあたしでもここで泣いていいですか」
“I don’t know any answers though is it alright for me to cry here”

仰天モノの間違いを抱えて何遍それを繰り返しているんだ?
Carrying a confounding thing’s mistake: how many times have I repeated that?
計算外の顔ばかりしている、共感されることない感情
Making faces that are different from planned is all you do,  it’s an emotion that could never be empathized

超展開の明日を迎えて何千回と問いかける答えは、
Heading towards a tomorrow of a heated climax: over that answer I’ve asked for some thousand times,
所詮僕にしかわからないな。
Heads up I’m probably the only one who knows it.

いつだってそれが正解なんだ。
That somehow became the right answer.

「集めきれない程の欠片で生まれた心を言葉にして」
“Now made of unrecoverable fragments, give words to my heart”

唄って今日を思い出すよ
I’m singing to remember today
笑って昨日を忘れるよ
I’m laughing to forget yesterday
舞台に立てばすべてが見えるよな気がしていた
By standing on a stage I feel as if I’ll be able to see everything

嫌ったものも失くして手にした色で汚した。
I removed the things I had hated and ruined them with my color I had obtained.
世界に立って叫んだ。
I stood on the world and shouted.

唄って今日を確かめて
I’m singing to confirm today
笑って昨日を書き換えて
I’m laughing to rewrite yesterday

嫌ったものも忘れて
I’m forgetting about the things I had hated
手にした色で染まるよ
I’m painting them in my color I had obtained so

「答えを知らぬあたしでもここで泣いていいですか」
“I don’t know any answers though is it alright for me to cry here" 

Bonnie was already packing a bag before Damon responded to her text. This conversation had took an unexpected turn and suddenly she felt the need to be in his company tonight rather than singling it out at the dorm. She wasn’t sure when, but at some point he managed to make her feel safe, secure…protected.  The very thing she needed to feel at this moment. She sat in her car just outside the Salvatore mansion, reading Damon’s reply. “He tried.” Bonnie read over and over, a crooked shaky smile forming on her face as she wiped away the few tears that had fallen.

The witch was careful closing her door, knowing that there were listening ears inside. Standing at the door, she knocked and waited and when he finally stood there in front of her, she smiled.

- “How about we go back to being roomies? Just for tonight. I’m not really feeling the whole being alone thing anymore.”

“I also really needed to get that hug out of my system. Sorry.”

Roc Kandy

Winged liner and denim distressed, 

Black and raven-wing brows –his personal style

He breaks hearts and mends them over

and over again with crooked band-aid smiles

Dripping cinnamon sugar and rock star wiles

Dressed to dominate, rock candy for the gay scene

A star so big that no closet could hold him in

Boyfriend’s so pretty, could be a Barbie drag king

Red carpet Romeo and Juliet in leather jackets

And matching skinny jeans.

Enameled queen wielding paints of vivid mattes

Shades of reds, blues and greens - alternative palettes

Smoking joints with an elegantly pointed pinky out

Expanding her pretty pink kingdom

of cruelty-free pouts

Adonis goddess of the indie playlists

Fingers skimming over slender guitar strings

Acoustic-electric versatility you please me

Music to bring your Canadian pop princess

To her knees in xx ecstasy

Sapphic grunge urban bubblegum chic

Purple lips, black hair and hips so thick

they sway your body to the medley and glitz

your armor is all edges and patterned wrists

Killer looks, kitten on a London catwalk

Lithe panther flair, and jaded rich girl talk

Her girlfriend lives on TV playing pretend

Genetic lottery couple, setting the social trend