a hem and a haw

Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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What if:

A werewolf AU only it’s not a werewolf AU.

Yuuri Katsuki is a mysterious man who likes his meat rare and talks to dogs like he can understand what they’re saying. He says he has a dark past and doesn’t like to talk about himself too much. Viktor asks him what he does for a living, and Yuuri hems and haws for a moment before explaining that he monitors the tides. More than once, Yuuri crawls into Viktor’s bed smelling like wet dog. Viktor has never seen Yuuri on a full moon. Yuuri has scars on his belly that he refuses to talk about. 

“Yuuri,” Viktor says one morning over coffee, upon putting all of this together. “Yuuri, are you a werewolf?”

Yuuri sets his mug down, hard, and levels Viktor with the most astounded look Viktor has ever seen on another person’s face. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” Viktor asks, leaning far over the table. “You can tell me, it’s okay. I’ll love you either way.”

“Viktor, oh my God.” Yuuri sniffs Viktor’s coffee to make sure it’s not spiked. “Viktor, why would you think that? Werewolves aren’t real, Viktor, they don’t exist.”

“But you like your meat rare.”

“Where I come from, everyone likes their meat rare.”

“Yuuri–Yuuri, you talk to dogs! You keep telling me that you have a dark past and you won’t tell me about it! You monitor tides for a living? What does that even mean, Yuuri? I thought it was a euphemism for–”

“Viktor, I literally work at a tide monitoring station. You’ve been to the station, you’ve met my coworkers.” Yuuri drops his head onto the table and buries his hands in his hair. “The–the dark past is–Viktor, it was a joke. I thought I told you. I was talking about my–my failed figure skating career. It was–how the hell did you get werewolf from all of that? There are so many more logical explanations–”

“The scars!” Viktor blurts, even though he’ll realize shortly that it was terribly insensitive of him. “Where did you get–”

“My failed figure skating career!” Yuuri groans. “Another skater and I–we crashed into each other, his skates tore up my stomach and I almost poked both his eyes out! That’s why I don’t skate anymore!”

“Then,” Viktor announces, throwing out his trump card, “Why do I never see you on the full moon?”

“Because I work at a tide-monitoring station, Viktor! Why, why did none of this occur to you?!”

“Oh,” Viktor says softly, clearing his throat. “I see.”

Yuuri Katsuki, who is not a werewolf but merely a failed figure skater who works at a tide monitoring station and owns a dog, bangs his head repeatedly on the table.

How Far

A little something for @alphacrone​ who wanted to read some Friendship!Jack and Bitty.  A restless night at the Haus leads to an impromptu visit to the local bowling alley.


“Just trust me on this one, Jack,” Bitty said out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a bowling ball.

Jack nodded, then turned toward Shitty.

“Yeah, sure.  I’m in,” Jack said as he handed Shitty a twenty dollar bill. 

“Lord, that’s kind of steep for me right now,” Bitty said hemming and hawing. “Well, at least it’ll be fun.”

“I feel bad taking your money, Bitty,” Shitty said as he took two crumpled tens. “But not too bad!”

Bitty looked at the balls, and decided on a neon green 12 pound ball.  

“How hard can it be?” he asked Shitty as he lifted the ball and held it to his chest.

Jack smirked, and sat down as he entered everyone’s name into the automatic scorer.  

Lardo and Shitty had been restless at the Haus that evening, and their restlessness began to spread to the rest of the team.  Even with midterms quickly approaching, no one else had any real inclination of actually doing work.

“It’s Friday night.  We’re young and alive… let’s do something. Anything for fuck’s sake,” Shitty moaned as he dramatically spread himself across the kitchen table and sighed.  

Lardo sat on the counter looking through her Instagram feed while Bitty frosted some cupcakes, and frowned upon seeing Shitty plastered on the table.

“Can you please get your stank ass head off my kitchen table?  We eat there, you know.”

“Stank ass head.  Good one, Bittle,” Jack snorted as he also sat at the table, doodling some hockey plays in the margin of his history book.

Lardo jumped off the counter and shoved her phone in front of Shitty’s face.  

“Look!  An online coupon for free pizza with a paid game at Strikers.  Get up, peeps.  We’re going bowling.”

Shitty immediately sat up and threw his fist into the air.

“Yes! A little ten pin, m’lady and gents?”

“Bowling?” Bitty said with a slight moue.

Jack stood up and said, “I could bowl.  You don’t bowl, Bittle?”

Bitty shrugged and put down the last cupcake.  “Fine… let’s go bowling, I guess.”

“Thank god, I was just about to pass out of boredom,” Lardo said as she grabbed the Haus keys from the glass bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s go, kiddles.  And bring those cupcakes,” Shitty said as he followed Lardo outside.

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She chose Mon El

You get to choose who you love. 

I think that was the crux of the entire Supergirl episode this week. Even though Mr Imp (please don’t make me type out his full name) turned Kara’s world upside down, he actually had a very important purpose on the show- he asked the question that was on everyone’s mind since Mon El fell from the sky: “Why him, Kara?”

For all his Daxamite arrogant and brutish ways, why would Supergirl, a feminist like no other, want this man as her partner- both in life and out there, fighting side by side her. 

Kara is a woman and somehow people forget that women can make up their own minds. We actually have autonomy of mind which is rooted in our inherent dignity to make our own choices, create our own path and bloody hell, love who we will. 

Time after time, in this episode, Kara reiterated a vital point- you may love someone but you don’t get to force them into loving you. You choose to love someone and you put them first- always. Say what you will about Mon El, but at least he didn’t use intergalactic power to conjure up a super villain just because he wanted to be loved.

To some, Mon El’s constant ‘wanting to save the honour of his lady’ may have been annoying and even Kara thought so- personally, it was so damn cute to watch him be one-upped by an imp- an alien lepricorn.

Kara chose Mon El…warts and all. No one is perfect on this green, beautiful Earth and in the heavenly and not-so-heavenly alien worlds on Supergirl. Even the delicious Clark Kent has his faults. The point is that Kara has thought about all of Mon El’s misgivings, she has hemmed and hawed about her feelings for him for months now, she has thought and overthought this through…

Why can’t we trust her choices? Why are we eager for her to always save the day with her awesome powers but when it comes to something as basic as her making up her own mind about who she wants to date, we are already making a long list of cons. 

Kara is brave, daring and so many other heroic things but she is also damn smart- a characteristic she needs to be given more credit for; can everyone just breathe and let her live her life? Let her be with Mon El because she wants to…

In all the craziness, it’s him she wants by her side…this boy from Daxam who she yells at, who makes her laugh unfailingly and who always has her back.

A boy from Daxam and a girl from Krypton…just figuring out how to keep the world spinning…because nothing is stopping them…

listen. we can hem and haw about this all day long no matter what, but here’s the Honest to god’s Truth about everything: the best #look 2d ever served was his beautiful sailor outfit in phase 3. fucking fight me on this

Let’s talk some about Jaal being bi.

First: This did not happen in a vacuum. Let’s compare him to another character who it was revealed was planned as a bisexual romance but his same-sex romance was cut before the game shipped. In Dragon Age Inquisition, Cullen was meant to be bi. We have voiced lines from the Inquisitor exclusive to his romance, and floating around there in the vastness of the internet is a tweet that says explicitly that it was purely time constraints that cut his male romance. There were vocal arguments about how ‘if it was planned, it should be patched’ after that came out.

Nothing happened. Cullen is, fanmade mods aside, only romanceable by a female Inquisitor in the game proper.

In Mass Effect Andromeda, gay men had Gil, a shipboard romance who, literally, the only difference between his friend and romance path is a kiss on Prodromos, the romance scene, and being able to get him to turn down the baby thing. Aside from that, he is indistinguishable from a non-romanced Gil. There was also a romance with Reyes, but that was short and confined to Kadara, with all content ending after you finish things on Kadara. Neither got a real sex scene, Gil’s fading to black and Reyes’s ending at their dance – a dance that showed distinct differences between male and female Ryder.

Want to know the difference? Gay men had two options who were given as much material as other romances in Inquisition. There’s certainly room to dislike either or both of them, but they existed and were given equal treatment in the game as other romances.

Gay men were given LESS in Mass Effect Andromeda. The game has an achievement of ‘complete three romances.’ Gay men had TWO romance options – to complete that achievement, we would have had to have a non-M/M romance. When the game shipped, straight men had Cora, Peebee, and Vetra. Straight women had Liam, Jaal, and Reyes. Lesbians had Peebee, Vetra, and Suvi. Gay men had Gil and Reyes. This game started with an unbalance. Patching this was correcting that imbalance.

Second: Yes, they made a squadmate bi. Because there was no M/M squadmate in Andromeda – an actual step BACK from Mass Effect 3 and Kaidan, a bisexual man in the squad. They cannot add new squadmates via DLC, they have said as much, the coding won’t allow for it. So the options were to provide a DLC character who only appears in the context of that DLC and is completely absent everywhere else in the game, plus having to pay extra for this content – meaning gay men would have to pay extra to be on equal footing with other sexualities. The other option was to make a squadmate bi.

And this is not saying that there’s not room for improvement with Gil and Reyes. Certainly not – I’ve been very critical of Gil’s handling pretty much from day one myself. There’s a lot that should be done to fix them as romances. That does not, however, change that making Jaal bi IS ALSO a fix to this situation, and, realistically, it was the one that everyone in #MakeJaalBi expected would be the one that would cost the least money (see next point), which, for a patch, was what we could expect anyway.

Third: Jaal never says he’s straight. We live in a heteronormative society. This means that, for the most part, unless someone explicitly states otherwise, we assume people to be heterosexual. The difference has to be remarked upon, and if it’s not, it is assumed you are not. But Jaal does not say he is straight. Liam and Cora offer explicit confirmations of their sexualities in the game. Gil and Suvi do as well. Jaal does not.

Indeed, Jaal is VERY noticeable as the only romance option for either gender Ryder who can’t be flirted with by male Ryder. Liam and Suvi have turndowns for a male Ryder who flirts with them. So do Cora and Gil for a female Ryder. Jaal has nothing of the sort, because male Ryder can’t flirt with him at all. Here’s a difference right there – there is an implication here that there is no turndown from Jaal because one was never recorded, because Jaal was originally meant to be bi, and that was cut later on.

After all, we have the datamined information that presented him as a romance option for either gender Ryder. And we have tweets from male Ryder’s voice actor that indicate he recorded dialogue for a Jaal romance, plus a clip of him saying ‘I love you, Jaal.’ There are indications that this happened late in development, for reasons we’ll probably never know for sure.

Fourth: There is a long history in BioWare games of characters meant for a bisexual romance being cut. Kaidan/Ashley in Mass Effect 1, Miranda, Tali, and Thane in Mass Effect 2, Cullen and Solas in Dragon Age Inquisition, and these are just the ones I know we’ve had evidence produced. When the time crunch happens, it’s the same-sex romances that get cut. When was the last time you heard about a character who was planned to be bi, but they had to cut their straight romance for time’s sake?

This is a long term problem in BioWare games, and for once, they took the steps they needed to fix this after the fact. That’s not a condemnation. This is something they should be praised for, because it means they heard ‘hey, you’re treating your players, your fans, unfairly, you need to fix this.’

Fifth: This is not setting a new precedent of ‘make enough noise and a character’s sexuality will change.’ Again, look at the context of this one character. The noise happened here because it was a symbol, an expression of the gaping inequality of this one game. The precedent being set here is ‘gay players will not stand by and let these inequalities stand.’ That ‘we will demand better treatment if we are not being treated fairly.’ That ‘if you as a company are banking on the diversity and inclusion of your games, live up to that promise or you will face backlash.’

You know, the same way that straight players would raise hell if they were shorted in favor of same-sex romances. Something that, let’s be real here, WILL NEVER HAPPEN. At most, straight players will be given equal treatment to gay players, but there’s never going to be a AAA game produced that gives gay players more content and treatment than straight players. Indie games, sure, but not a game produced by a publisher with as big a name as BioWare.

Sixth: Why did this matter? Well, besides the above points… Gay men have been told repeatedly over the last ten years of this series ‘be patient.’ ‘Wait.’ ‘Give them time.’ People have argued that, because gay players ‘are a minority,’ content for us should be less of a priority.

That’s always been a BS argument, by the way. Because Dragon Age has shown that it has no problem providing roughly on par treatment of heterosexual and homosexual relationships. Instead in Mass Effect, it took three games to get a relationship between two men – a relationship with Liara was an option for female Shepard from day one. Mass Effect’s producers hemmed and hawed their way around that, saying that ‘asari are monogender, they don’t count’ and ‘Shepard is too predefined a character to be gay,’ excuses that were rightly called out as homophobic at the time.

We had been patient. We gave them time. It is 2017, and Dragon Age Inquisition, a game with a gay and a bisexual male squadmate won Game of the Year in 2014. There was no excuse for this inequality – they had direct evidence that treating gay men with the same respect as straight players did not impact sales in the slightest. This was a mistake on BioWare’s part, plain and simple, no way around it. Making Jaal bi is taking steps to correct that mistake.

In conclusion, if you have a problem with this, I advise you to stop and ask yourself if this is really because of “a change to the writer’s vision” (an argument no Mass Effect fan has any grounds to use, considering fan outcry to the endings of ME3 got those changed – the ‘writer’s vision’ excuse applies to characters as much as story), or if it’s because you have some unresolved issues with bisexuality/homosexuality.

A Supercorp First: Star Wars and Alderaan (aka Supercorp hurt/comfort)

prompt from @apollosfakebitch: “ lena and kara watching a new hope and lena realizing waaaay too late about alderaan and what it’s like for kara to see it”     


Kara is the only important person in Winn’s life that he hasn’t forced to sit down and watch Star Wars marathons with him.

James corralled Alex to sit through it with him – “you’re my only hope,” he’d told her, and she’d furrowed her brow in confusion until Leia said it in the film, at which point she smacked him lightly on the head – last year, and though she’d hemmed and hawed, Winn promised an endless supply of pizza and ice cream, and Kara was away on a mission with Hank, and Alex didn’t want to admit it, but she was lonely, so she’d been, as Winn called it, initiated.

Winn invites Maggie for a marathon a couple months after he meets her, and Alex just pats her on the arm and wishes her luck, but Maggie is excited as all get-out about the damn thing.

But Kara?

Winn never invites Kara to these Star Wars screenings. (Except when he’s rewatching the newer trilogy. Then she’s got no excuse.)

He never invites her because he might act silly, but he’s not. He’s deeply thoughtful.

He’s deeply thoughtful and he knows what watching Alderaan get destroyed might do to Kara, who struggled even with Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy because it was based, even in its hilarity, on the destruction of an entire planet.

But Lena? Lena’s never seen Star Wars, and when she and Kara have been dating for a couple of months, Winn invites her, too.

But she’s still insecure – somewhat – around Kara’s friends. She still doesn’t know quite how to act with this ragtag group who save the world in jeans and polos and who love each other beyond anything she’s ever known in her life.

She’s still insecure, so – unbeknownst to Winn – she asks Kara to watch the original trilogy with her before she sees it with Winn, so she doesn’t come off as quite so ignorant of cultural landmarks.

(She doesn’t know, yet, that Winn would more than understand her explanation for never having seen the movies, since Lilian considered them ‘a frivolous waste of time for a girl who needs to focus on her studies, on becoming a woman, on living up to the family name, impossible as that will prove for such a worthless child.’)

So they settle in with popcorn and donuts and potstickers and and wine and pizza and kombucha – Lena is always amused by Kara’s eclectic meal choices, but always fully supportive of them – and Lena relishes the way Kara’s arm wraps around her shoulders.

The way Kara’s heartbeat thrums steadily under her ear.

The way Kara never pauses the movie, but whispers in her ear in between dialogue about how surprisingly accurate some of it is, how surprisingly inaccurate other parts are, about ‘R2D2 and C3PO kind of remind me of Kelex – they used to be everywhere at home. I miss them sometimes. Okay, actually, a lot,” and Lena makes a note to research AI robots as soon as she gets a chance.

The way Kara strokes her hair constantly and pulls her closer every time someone gets shot, even the Stormtroopers, and Lena loves her all the more for empathizing with the enemy.

But then Vader brings Leia to Tarkin, and he calmly tells her that she is responsible for which planet the Death Star will destroy first, and Kara stiffens, and Lena straightens in her arms, sitting up fully so she can watch Kara’s face as Leia begs for the survival of her weaponless planet – the first time her cool sass and iron bravery is disturbed – and Lena leans across the piles of food to reach for the remote.

Kara stills her hand without looking at her, her wide eyes fixed on the screen. Lena and Kara both flinch as Tarkin backs Leia up into Vader’s armored chest, both knowing what it feels like to have men standing over them like that, backing them up like that, trying to control them like that.

But Kara also knows Leia’s dread, Leia’s pain, Leia’s panic.

Because her planet is gone, too.

“Kara,” Lena tries softly, but Kara shakes her head resolutely, her eyes still transfixed on the screen, relief and agony flooding her face when a defeated-looking Leia murmurs the supposed location of the base.

Kara shouts out, along with Leia, when Tarkin gives the order to destroy Leia’s entire planet, her entire people, regardless of her cooperation, and Lena flinches slightly at the sudden sound, but she reminds herself that it’s Kara, just Kara, and Kara’s in pain.

And Kara slams off the TV just as primary ignition is commencing, because she can’t, she can’t, she can’t.

Lena puts a tentative hand on Kara’s thigh and watches her quietly, watches her waiting.

“So that’s why Winn never made me watch with him. Why Alex didn’t want to watch it with me when we were kids.”

“Kara, I’m so sorry. I’ve never seen it before, I didn’t know – “

“I’m not angry at you, Lena.”

“I know, but I still feel terribly – “

“Don’t. I’m sorry. I ruined the movie, our date – “ she thrusts her arms out disjointedly at the dimmed lights and food and wine around them – “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this, you deserve someone… normal, someone… human.”

Lena’s heart breaks and her eyes flash, and she kneels in front of Kara before she can rise and walk away; kneels in front of her and frames her face in her hands, a stern, sad, loving look on her face.

“Kara Danvers. You’re right, I don’t deserve this. Deserve you. But not because you‘re Kryptonian, and not because you have scars. I don’t deserve you because of how you bear those scars: you’re beautiful, Kara, and I don’t only mean on the outside. You somehow don’t hate the world, hate people, even though…” She glances back at the now dark TV screen. “Even though the world – worlds – have given you every reason to. And that… you… you’re brave and you’re kind, and you’re everything I want and nothing I deserve, Kara. So please, don’t apologize for who you are. For what… hurts you. You never have to apologize to me. Alright?”

“Lena,” is all Kara can choke, and Lena can’t carry her to bed, but she can hold her, and she can wrap her in her arms and burrow them both deep into the throw blankets, and she can wipe her tears with her fingers, her lips, and she can whisper wordlessly into her ears as her chest wracks with sobs, as her entire body shakes with grief.

She can, and she does.

And when Kara finally cries herself to sleep, Lena stays awake, guarding her from nightmares until nearly sunrise.

And when Kara wakes, still wrapped in Lena’s arms, her eyes swollen and her head sore, and she looks at how hard Lena is sleeping, even in an awkward, semi-upright position on the couch, she knows Lena must have stayed up all night watching her sleep – protecting her – and she smiles softly, because she knows that she might not have her birth planet, but she certainly has love.

“Cheater Cheater”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a feeling you’re cheating on him with Sam. After a lot of brooding and thought, he decides to confront the two of you.

soundtrack:
“¿Dónde estás, Yolanda?”

A/N: I can’t do angst to save my life, so this story takes on a very different direction than originally intended. -j xx

“I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me.”

Bucky grimaces, hating how those words taste on his tongue. He refuses to look at Steve, because he knows the gnawing feeling in his stomach will get only worse once he looks at his friend’s shocked eyes. “Whenever I ask her how her day was or what she did, she clams up and gives me some weird answer or excuse,” he continues.”

Steve rubs his jaw. "Buck, that’s not enough to assume that (Y/N)’s cheating on you,” he hesitantly states.

Bucky fishes his phone out of his leather jacket and pushes it towards Steve. "This is overbearing of me, but I asked Nat to do a little recon,” he sighs. “Whenever I look at these photos, a little voice in my head nags ‘Cheater cheater!’”

Steve uneasily scrolls through the different high-quality photos of you secretively walking out of a suite at the Avengers Tower. “Whose room is she leaving?“ he asks.

"Sam’s. It’s been going for about two weeks now.”

Steve practically spits out his coffee. “WHAT? Sam?”

Bucky feels drained as he takes his phone back. “Nat said that after (Y/N) leaves, Sam’s whistling around the tower. And you know Sam only whistles after one thing.”

Oh, every Avenger in the tower knew what the whistling meant. It was Sam Wilson’s telltale sign that he got lucky with a woman.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief. “(Y/N) and Sam? I mean, you and Sam… but… what?”

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anonymous asked:

What are your concerns overall? :(

As others have pointed out: Harry with Columbia, Louis with JGG and SJPR and god knows what label, Niall with SJPR and Modest are all business ties indicating that they are not free. Liam’s album being pushed back, a major magazine appearance so poorly displayed, and Chiam are less explicit but equally blatant signs that they are not free.

People have expressed the opinion that perhaps some of these choices were made as the best option available to each of the four. I have been insisting that even if that were true, that the ‘best options’ are with people who have not only treated them horribly in the past but currently treat them horribly makes me believe that they have not been free to choose, that they have been compelled to these results.

I think there’s been lots of hemming and hawing in the fandom because people have wanted to believe that to do well, make money, and keep the guys happy, these teams would still do a competent job and thus all could be swept under the rug and forgiven. I understand the impulse – that’s much less exhausting and worrisome than my position. But Harry’s being asked about girls right out the gate, Louis’s team has done jack shit, Modest is Modest, and now Liam’s promo is looking just as beleaguered as his actual release plans? Add in Elouno, Chiam, babygate, and any potential stunting we’re about to see from Harry?

Yeah, I have concerns. I’m not leaving. But I’m reconciling myself to the notion that it will take quite a bit longer than they and we have been hoping for all four to be majority shareholders in their own lives.

fem!ed/havoc happy au

@arrowsbane well i guess we’re going to just have to keep being inspired by each other. i read her amazing post HERE, which was in turn inspired by my post HERE and you don’t need to read any of these to read this, but can i just say –

holy shit. havoc/ed. what a brilliant fucking paring that i’ve never even thought of before. holy shit, it’s perfect.

so – to set the scene. trans female ed. trans ed who performed human transmutation not to bring anyone back to life (both her parents are alive, but gone, trisha was not content to be left behind this go around) but instead to give her the body she always desired. and she succeeds. she and al are still trained by izumi curtis, and this gives ed her driving passion, her goal in life – to be a housewife.

so she and al go about her adventures, dragging winry along more often than not, but they stay away from central and they always come home. and ed’s about to turn twenty, and pinako is talking to her old friend ellie, and ellie is moaning about her unmarried grandson, her grandson who refuses to inherit the general store and won’t settle down and is off in the military, of all things. he’s a bright, handsome boy, elle says, he just has his head in the wrong place.

and pinako taps her pipe and goes – you know i’ve been raising three kids right, my granddaughter and my neighbor’s kids, a boy and a girl. and ellie is surprised, she thought both elric children were boys, but she dismisses the thought easily. she remembers ed as a tomboy, of course, and with that name who can blame her. but no one’s first thought is unprecendented human transmutation when presented with someone’s who’s a different gender than the one she remembers.

ellie is like oh, is winry looking to settle down? but pinako scoffs, says she’s a career gal through and through. but her other girl, eden – she has a wandering spirit, but she’s a good girl, a lovely country bred woman who’s looking to be a housewife (ellie’s idea of housewife and ed’s idea of a housewife vary wildly, but pinako’s not about to bring that up).  so pinako sends a message to her children, and ellie sends one to her grandson: she’s sending a young woman to central from their hometown. she’s single, and looking to settle down, and the granddaughter of an old family friend.

so jean havoc gets this letter, completely and utterly horrified. the whole team makes fun of him. but grandmother eleanor rules the family with an iron fist, and havoc better come up with a damn good reason not to marry this girl. he’d not interested in a country mouse for a wife. before he can think of one, eden has already agreed and is on a train to central. she convinces al to stay behind, just for a couple of weeks, because she doesn’t want him scaring this jean havoc off.

ed is gorgeous, and a genius, and an absolute terror. she’s dated a lot of men, slept with just as many, and hasn’t found a single one worth her time. she doubts she’ll be interested in a boy from their little rural town, but pinako knows her and she trusts the old woman’s judgement. if she thinks jean havoc is someone who could make her happy, eden is more than willing to give it a shot.

so havoc has to leave early from work to meet his amost-maybe-fiance at the train. obviously, the team minus hawkeye follows him. they’re dying to know.

a country girl. they were expecting a country girl, someone wide eyed, unpolished, a little out of her depth. instead they get eden elric, a girl who’s been to cities and knows how to dress for it. they get eden elric, black boots and black leather pants and a black shirt with a dramatic red coat flaring out behind her. eden elric, golden eyes and golden hair and in the setting afternoon sun just golden. she smiles when she sees him and jean’s mouth goes dry and his heart goes zing! and havoc is going to send his grandmother some really nice flowers. “you must be jean,” she says, voice low and smoky, eyes crinkling at the corners. “you look like your father.”

“i, you,” he fumbles, holding out his hand to shake and stepping forward to take her bag at the same time. “hi.”

“hi,” she repeats, and he’s screwed, she’s already laughing at him and it hasn’t even been five minutes. “did you know you’re being followed?”

he sighs and doesn’t look behind him. “those would be my coworkers and my superior office.”

“delightful,” she says, dry and completely unimpressed, and she’s from resembool, his job and his rank is worse than useless with her, it’s a detriment. none of that crowd like the military. his mother hadn’t talked to him for over a year after he enlisted. “that won’t do. we’ll have to ditch them.”

“how?” he asks, and she grins, sharp. he takes her to his car and she shoves him in the passenger seat and climbs in the driving one, breaking about a thousand laws as she careens down crowded city streets. jean’s horrified for about thirty seconds, then he’s egging her on and cheering, directing her down roads whenever she hesitates and laughing the whole time.

they make it to where he was supposed to drop her off, beaming. “usually men throw up when they drive with me,” she says, beaming.

“nah, that wasn’t scary, it was fun,” he says, and he’s already kissed this relationship goodbye before it’s started. she’s beautiful and brave and exudes the same type of easy confidence the colonel does, and that’s not something he’ll ever be able to match. she’s no country mouse. she’s a supernova, and he’s stardust.

eden smiles at him, and says, “would you like to meet me for lunch, jean?”

havoc peers up at the building, and it’s central university. he wouldn’t have expected a country girl / wanna be housewife to be pursuing a degree, but clearly he should toss every preconceived notion he had about eden out the window, because none of them are going to be right.

“yes,” he says, because eden will make an effort with him for a while, he knows, since she’s here on the insistence of both their grandmothers. but she’ll grow tired of him eventually, like they all do, and jean intends to spend as much time with her as she can before that happens.

except it doesn’t happen. she’s kind and smart, so unbelievable smart, and dry and biting. she snores when she sleeps and get snappy when he interrupts her reading, refuses to drink milk and hates brushing her hair, so more often than not it’s up in a truly awful ponytail. he likes these things about her best, because her little imperfections, her temper and her skittering attention, the messy way she eats, all make her human. she’s flawed, and each new one havoc finds delights him, because the fact that she leaves crumbs on the counter brings her just a little closer to his level.

they keep going out. the brother shows up, and gives him one overly-firm handshake, then takes his lead from eden. she’s happy with him, so alphonse is happy with him, but he imagines the easy friendship he shares with the other man would disintegrate the second eden indicates she’s moved on from him. eden talks about her classes and the kids in them, which ones are good students and which ones aren’t, and havoc keeps meaning to ask what exactly she’s studying but it keeps slipping his mind. he listens to her talk about it for hours, but it’s all science mumbo jumbo and honestly goes in one ear and out the other. he just likes listening to her talk when she’s excited.

she follows him home about a month in, and the sex is so amazingly mind numbingly good it almost doesn’t seem real.

she comes to office one day to meet him for lunch, a first because she hates his office and his work and the impasse they’ve managed to maintain about his career is that they just don’t talk about it much. but she shows up, pretty pale pink dress and softly curled hair, looking close to the delicate country girl they all expected her to be. havoc is running late, and when he shows up it’s to eden sitting on hawkeye’s desk and laughing with the woman. it’s a terrifying experience. he didn’t know hawkeye could laugh.

but she’s around more after that, befriends hawkeye, and jean finds out that eden met catherine armstrong on campus and they’re fast friends, she spends a lot of time at the Armstrong mansion. and havoc is sure that’s it, that eden will meet strong, rich alex and their relationship will go out in flames. but it doesn’t happen, eden keeps asking to see him and he keeps saying yes.

it’s been almost a year when eleanor barks down the line, “are you going to marry this girl or not, jean?”

“i don’t know if that’s something she’s interested in,” he says, because he’s not the marrying sort, but for eden? he would be willing. he’d be a husband if it meant having eden as a wife.

his grandmother scoffs down the line, “she’s a smart girl, jean. if she’s still seeing you, she’s interested in it. she didn’t move to central to date you. the girl wants to be a housewife.”

and jean hems and haws, but the thing is he does love eden. and maybe, just maybe, eden loves him. so he goes to hawkeye for help, and she goes, “oh thank god, finally.” havoc is offended for all of two seconds before realizing that means eden’s been waiting for him to propose. yes.

he’s walking down the street with her after a movie, holding up his jacket over both of them as some sort of minimal protection from the rain. there’s a ring burning a hole in his pocket, but thanks to the torrential downpour this is not the romantic evening he intended. they see roy, and are confused for about to seconds until they see serial killer scar going to attack him. havoc yells at eden to run, and she does – right at the serial killer.

but then she does something he’s never seen her do, she claps her hand together and blue energy cracks in the air, and – she’s an alchemist?

he really should have had that conversation about what she’s studying at university.

she good, incredible good, and he knew she worked out, but he didn’t know she was combat trained. she launches a relentless alchemica/physical attack against scar that has him running away with his tail between his legs. ed’s helping roy up when jean runs up and grabs her by shoulders to shout, “you’re an alchemist!”

“what,” she blinks, “of course I am? i talk about it all the time! i know i teach the advanced theoretical alchemy seminar, but my knowledge isn’t theoretical. what kind of professor would i be if I didn’t’ test my own theories before teaching them?”

“teach,” he says faintly, “professor. right.” he’s such an idiot, eden isn’t attending central university, she’s teaching there.

she gives him an odd look, and okay, his girlfriend is way more awesome and too good for him than he previously thought, but that doesn’t change anything.

“will you marry me?” he asks. they’re sweat, rain, and blood soaked. roy has horrible gash on his side, and he thinks eden might have a broken arm. he had a speech planned, but he can’t remember it right now. “you do still want to be a housewife, right?” he knows better now, that eden will never be the traditional housewife. but he can give her a home and his name, and, oh god, kids, when she wants them. he’ll give her everything within his power to give her, if only she’ll take it.

finally,” eden and roy say at the same time, and havoc doesn’t have the time to get flustered before she’s kissing him.

and they all lived happily ever after

Karaoke Night on the Enterprise

Originally posted by forgifen

Just a silly little thing that hit me hard on the drive home. I blame the podcast crew. Links to music videos in the text.


It’s Pavel’s idea.

He starts it off with a bang (he’s quite the performer). Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. 

Sulu - not be outdone - is up next. Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell.

Nyota is shoved to the stage next. She hems and haws for a bit, then selects Adele’s Rolling in the Deep. 

She gets a standing ovation.

Scotty, by this point, is more than a little drunk. Five years in deep space, and none of the senior officers would have predicted him to belt Britney Spears’ Baby One More Time with such gusto.

Pav’s back on the stage now, pulling Hikaru up with him. Mulan’s I’ll Make a Man Out of You. Jim laughs until his sides ache.

Jim’s up next. Dolly Parton’s Jolene. He’s pretty sure that he slayed it, too.

Bones takes a little convincing, but Jim’s finally gotten enough liquor in him that he can be shoved onstage (protesting loudly, of course). He’s a little shy at first, but his voice isn’t too bad, and halfway through the first verse of The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy, he pulls the mic off its stand and stalks toward Jim, winking, teasing, dancing. Jim’s having the time of his life, and Nyota is pretty impressed - who would have thought?

This prompts a duet. Ny pulls Bones back on stage, and they sing Johnny Cash’s Jackson together. 

Jim thinks he’s never been as turned on his life. 

Spock absolutely refuses. 

Scotty and Jim give an encore performance of Britney Spears’ Toxic.

Hikaru goes again - Kenny Chesney’s She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy. Bones laughs until there are tears in his eyes.

Ny joins Hikaru. Their performance of Grease’s You’re the One that I Want leaves Scotty red faced and prompts a wolf whistle from Jim.

Jim and Scotty - Michael Jackson’s Man in the Mirror

Jim serenades Bones with Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart.

The night ends with Jim finally, finally convincing Bones to duet with him.

Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places.

It brings down the house.

Buffy isn’t just a horror – it’s a comedy, it’s a thriller, it’s a coming-of-age drama. Whedon proved that you can have sardonic humour alongside all the serious stuff, you can turn emotions on a dime, and people love it. A laugh-out-loud moment, followed by a death. He changed television.
— 

Anthony Stewart Head, writing for the Guardian in celebration of Buffy’s twentieth anniversary 

My own feelings on Buffy can be complicated. When I think back on the things I’ve loved in my life so far, the things that have made a dent in me, my love for it is not as pure or as fond as it seems to be for other people, though I respect it beyond measure even with that. I’m grateful for it, still, in a way that is almost impossible to articulate, because it’s just that mind-boggling to imagine life without it. 

But this. I pull this out, from just one fine piece of many fine pieces written this week, from fans and from critics and from cast members and writers, because I think it is this more than anything else about it that has really stuck with me. More than character or plot structure or quirk of dialogue (except perhaps the speeches–damn if Whedon can’t write a good speech). More than strength and independence and courage. This willingness to blend tone and genre and world and mood is what I took from Buffy, into almost everything I do, and while I’ve hemmed and hawed about whether or not to say anything for the twentieth, there’s probably no better time to say it than now.

Thanks, Buffy. Congrats on twenty years of ruling the cultural landscape. Long may you reign.

Okay but let me present to you: AU where Yuuri and Yuri are actually friends

Yuri Plisetsky is 15 and is the Junior Grand Prix gold medalist. He’s the rinkmate of Russia’s national treasure, Victor Nikiforov, and everyone expects him to be perfect, to live up to Victor’s reputation.

And sometimes, it’s hard to deal with all that pressure. Especially when you’re 15 and angsty and don’t want anyone to know just how scared and overwhelmed you are.

So when Yuri finds Yuuri crying in a bathroom stall after the GPF, he kicks the door down, and thrusts a handkerchief into the older skater’s face, telling him to “Wipe yourself off. You look disgraceful.”

Yuuri is perplexed, but he also finds the little punk kinda endearing.

Later, at the banquet, Yuri stomps angrily up to Yuuri to ask him gruffly if he’s feeling any better, and Yuuri laughs and ruffles his hair, reassuring him that he’s alright now.

Yuri hisses and bats his hand away, saying that he’s not a child, but he doesn’t walk away. He and Yuuri talk all night, and Yuuri doesn’t end up drunkenly seducing his idol.

Yuuri and Yuri start texting back and forth pretty often, and Yuuri ends up doing not too badly for the rest of the season, because Yuri is there to call him before competitions and yell at him to stop being a wimp, and threaten to actually fly out to Detroit to personally kick his ass if he doesn’t do well enough.

And Yuri, who’s seen Yuuri at his weakest, doesn’t feel too bad at letting Yuri see his vulnerable side. Sometimes Yuri will call Yuuri and not say anything, and Yuuri will know exactly what to do. He’ll reassure him that he’s amazing and he’ll do well and that, even if he doesn’t, no one’s going to bite his head off. At the very least, Yuuri will always respect him, and that’s enough for Yuri.

When, at the end of the figure skating season, Yuuri’s come out with a Gold in Four Continents and a silver at Worlds, Yuri excitedly suggests that he come to Russia to train under Yakov.

Yuuri hems and haws for a few weeks, but eventually, he agrees.

Yakov doesn’t have to be convinced to accept him.

Yuuri is in St Petersburg for exactly one (1) hour before Victor falls hopelessly head over heels for him.

Yuri is maybe a little possessive of his friend though, and he and Victor often finds themselves fighting for Yuuri’s attention.

Yuuri is stuck in the middle of it all, utterly oblivious.

But when he starts to maybe fall for Victor, Yuri grudgingly agrees to be his wingman.

He still doesn’t think that stupid, arrogant, flighty Victor deserves his best friend, but if it’ll make Yuuri happy, Yuri will accept him.

(But not without first giving Victor a frankly terrifying talk about what exactly he’ll do to him if he ever makes Yuuri cry.)

anonymous asked:

This request is for DAI. How would the companions admit that they have deeper feelings for the Inquisitor than just friends?

Cassandra: At first she studiously refuses to act on her feelings. He is the inquisitor, constantly in the public eye, and she was the Right Hand of the Divine.So for awhile it’s only quick glances over the tops of books and reports, with slightly longer ones while they are on the road. (And of course the one time she had accidentally seen him bathing and lost track of more than a few moments before being able to pull herself away). But after Adamant- the certainty of loss if she is not in the Fade and the terror of losing him if she is- the Seeker reaches her breaking point. She goes to his tent and tells him the simple truth: she loves him and that is that.

Solas: He second guesses himself a hundred times once he realizes the depths of his feelings for her, and more than one night is spent consulting long time spirit-friends Eventually he decides to simply be content with the little flame of infatuation burning in his chest and to leave it at that.He has no intention of pursuing her, but after their first encounter in the fade his resolve crumbles. They spend more time together both in and out of the Fade, and the memories made there will -he hopes- be a comfort for both of them when he must move on.

Sera: It hits her- really hits her- the first time they go pranking together. Titles and responsibilities fall away, and for just a moment the archer can see more than just the long road to fight Coryphypiss. The inquisition’s not forever, after all, and when it’s all over they have to go somewhere. They might as well go together.The week or so after that revelation sees perhaps the most extensive pulling of pigtails that Thedas has ever experienced. The inquisitor is pranked day and night, and when she finally confronts Sera in the tavern the Red Jenny hems and haws for long moments before blurting out the truth in an “I like you, yeah? Wasn’t sure how else to get you to notice.

”Blackwall: Even as the first waves of affection blossom within his chest, the false Warden is swamped with guilt. He is living a lie with a dead man’s name and he has no choice but to try and honor that sacrifice with his actions in the Inquisition. But its hard to put aside his longing, and he ruins more than one carving- and nicks a finger or three- with a wandering mind while he carves. Its so easy to imagine a life together- children, a home, a future- b ut everytime he does that guilt blossoms up again, that he’d be living a lie with the best woman he’s ever met. After Revelations, though -when everything is out in the open and the secrets are done- he goes about courting her properly ad never misses a chance to tell her how he truly feels.

Iron Bull: Unlike the other companions, The Iron Bulls comes after he begins a physical reaction with the Inquisitor. He’s fine with giving the Inquisitor what they need -and it doesn’t hurt they they are flexible in both body and mind- so he’s not thinking much beyond that. But after their first dragon kill, when drinks have been toasted and songs sung and the Inquisitor is resting their forehead against his shoulder, Bull finds himself thinking he shoud carry his Kadan upstairs. The thought comes out of nowhere and it shocks him into stillness. And yet it fits perfectly. He’ll have to think about it for awhile, but there are certainly a dragon tooth in his future plans.

Dorian: The first time he catches himself thinking about the Inquisitor with more than just carnal fascination- reading together in the evening or inviting them to share a meal- he is immediately swamped with self loathing and takes himself off to the tavern. Didn’t he learn his lesson too many times in Tevinter? There is nothing more for two men together, no future and no hoping for…for more. No matter that the Inquisitor is kind and caring and seems to delight in asking him questions on every topic under the sun. That way lies heartbreak and shame, and he resolves to treat this like he has his other infatuations: a satisfying one night stand and then back to bland friendliness if they acknowledge each other at all. And if part of his heart is twisted into knots over that plan well, he’s had ears of practice ignoring it.

– Ferel-done

Red.

Intro: So this fic was requested by none other than the lovely @outside-the-government​ (go follow her btw). 

-REQUEST: A fic with Bones and reader with the line “You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.” where Bones is being his usual gruff self but he realizes it’s scaring reader, and he instantly changes, outwardly becoming the kind, loving, compassionate person we know he is under the prickly exterior.

So to preface this: I am not sure how I feel about this piece, and it was actually very difficult to write, for some reason.  Maybe it is because I am not used to writing stories where the reader is just meeting Bones, but I felt that I needed to write it that way because of the request. I hemmed and hawed around what I had written and actually rewrote it before I was generally happy with the idea.  It came out a lot more angst-y and deep, and much longer than I had anticipated so I hope it is okay!  Enjoy!

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 3084 (longer than I had anticipated haha)

Triggers: description of wound, blood, description of sexual assault (no details though)

Summary: See above for request. 

-Enjoy!-

Every time you had a physical in the medbay, you had an anxiety attack.  You consistently dreaded going there because of said reason, so when you cut your arm while digging through a box of old parts in the engineering room, Scotty had to force you to go.  

“Lassie, you need to go get that checked out by Dr. McCoy.” Scotty drawled, gesturing to your dripping, red arm that you had wrapped a dirty cloth around and now held to your chest.  

“Nah, it’s just a scratch, Scott.” You reassured, but you knew you were a terrible liar.  

“I’m no doctor but that looks like more than just a scratch, now get going.” Scotty directed and you wondered quietly if you would get kicked off the Enterprise for knocking your boss out and running back to your quarters to hide. 

“Fine.” You muttered and headed towards the door, silently swearing when you heard Scotty following you. 

“And I am going to walk you, to make sure there you get there.” Scotty assured, grabbing your elbow to make you change directions and head down the hallway towards the medbay. 

You groaned and felt your chest tighten with anxiety as you strode quickly down the hall, Scotty’s hand never leaving your elbow. 

When you reached the medbay, you surveyed the chaotic room, your throat dry, and your mouth tasting like chalk.  

“Scotty, I really don’t like the medbay.” You squeaked and this time you were the one grasping his elbow. 

“And I really don’t like it when my engineers die of blood loss.” Scotty badgered and when you didn’t move, he gave you a little shove. 
“Get goin’, lass, and I expect you back at work in the morning.” Scotty saluted and strode out the doors, leaving you completely alone in the busy medbay. 

You forced yourself to step forward, but jumped back when you were almost run over with a bio-bed someone was pushing.  Adrenaline coursed through you and you heard your heart beating in your ears.  You considered making a run for it, but someone’s voice stopped you.

“Another injured engineer?  What did you do this time? Slice yourself on a keyboard? Lacerate yourself reconnecting a motherboard?” As you followed the sarcastic voice to its source, you saw it belonged to Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. 

He looked down at you, his arms crossed, and his brown eyes sparkling with amusement.  Seeing his face reminded you of the scheduled physicals that he performed, and you felt your anxiety grow.  

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This Could Be Worth the Risk, Worth the Guarantee

season 12 stories [part VI]
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“Tom, put daddy’s guitar down, please!” Holy crap. “Wait, JJ, stop poking Odette!” Christ, these kids are acting like they’re on crack. Where’s the goddamn food? Where’s Jared?? “Shep, stop trying to do flips off the couch! You’re gonna break your neck!”

Jensen finally gave up on his attempt to run in six different directions at once and stood up, surveying the pandemonium playing out in front of him. He and Jared had all their kids for the weekend holiday, and it had been great, really great, but it was Sunday evening and they were absolutely wired. They’d been waiting for their food to be delivered for over an hour, and as the kids had gotten hungrier they’d also gotten grumpier, so Jared (and fine, maybe Jensen would admit he was a willing participant in the horrible decision) finally broke down and gave them all snacks. Unfortunately, the only snacks they’d had available were, of course, candy. (The fact that the only edible things they had in their entire kitchen were sweet tarts, rainbow ribbons, miniature Reese’s cups, four bags of gummy bears, a twelve-pack of Coke, and eight beers was totally Jared’s fault, Jensen decided.)

But Jared had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving Jensen all alone to try and make sure the six (were there really only six? it seemed like twenty) kids didn’t set the apartment on fire…or worse.

“Jared!” Jensen bellowed, and Jared popped his head out of their bedroom. Jensen just stood there and lifted his hands up casually, inviting Jared to notice and perhaps help control the mayhem.

“I was calling the delivery place,” Jared explained as he stepped out of the bedroom and walked down the short hallway until he was standing right in front of Jensen. “They fucking canceled our order and didn’t even let us know!” Jared’s whisper was angry.

“Well, that would’ve been helpful to know,” Jensen growled, but he was less angry and more just frustrated, resigned to the fact that it would be at least another half hour before they could get something else delivered, which meant another half hour of acting not so much like a father as a freaking zookeeper. He loved and adored every single one of their kids, but there was a reason the original plan was to just have four. Because having six children all within five years of each other was…something else. Bang-your-head-on-the-wall, cry-until-you-laugh something else.

“Okay, well, what else could get here quick? That isn’t pizza,” Jensen rushed to add, knowing exactly what Jared was about to say. And any other night, pizza would have been perfectly satisfactory, but it was Easter weekend and it was the first time that all eight of them had been together. Together without any other…family.

Jared didn’t offer up any suggestions though; he was busy ranting to himself under his breath. Jensen knew with a sudden clarity that this was not going to be one of those times when Jared just let it go. Jensen could practically see the gears whirring in his head as Jared stared intently at his phone. Jensen knew Jared had decided on a course of action when his hands stopped fidgeting and he let a large breath of air out of his body, deflating like a balloon.

Jared looked up at Jensen with a crease between his eyebrows and his teeth biting at his bottom lip. He stared at Jensen like he was waiting for his permission or something. Jensen just raised his eyebrows; it was Jared’s choice, but Jensen figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to point out the obvious.

“You’re gonna get a lot of flak if you do it,” he said. His tone was light but still matter-of-fact. Jensen had expected Jared to hem and haw, or to groan knowingly, or to roll his eyes in exasperation; what Jensen wasn’t expecting was for Jared’s eyes to be glinting darkly like he was coming up with some evil master plan.

“Yeah. But…I think I can make it worthwhile,” he said with a shrug and a smirk.

“Umm…” Uncertainty flashed through Jensen’s mind as Jared’s thumbs tapped quickly on his phone. “Whatever, I’m ordering pizza,” he muttered to himself with a sigh as he brought out his own phone and scrolled through his contacts, finding their go-to pizza place and calling in an order. It only took a few minutes, and as Jensen ended the call a Twitter notification popped up on his phone.

He groaned; he knew this could only mean one thing. Jared was already back in the living room, his attention fully on their kids, so Jensen took a quick second to check and see what Jared had posted. It was a picture—a screenshot, actually—and the caption read: .@jensenackles and I waited over an hour for @Favor for 6 combined kids. No phone call or text to let us know it got cancelled. #NeverAgain.

Jensen had to reread it four times before it completely sunk in. He stood there speechless; maybe to a casual observer it didn’t seem conspicuous, but Jared had just publicly stated that he and Jensen were together with all their kids—and no wives—on Easter.

The tweet was already racking up likes and replies and retweets or whatever, so Jensen quickly scrolled through the comments. As predicted, some were rude or downright cruel; most were supportive; and a handful were people freaking out over the exact thing that Jensen was kind of freaking out over.

Jared had soft-outed them.

That’s what Jensen had taken to calling moments like these, when one (or both) of them said or did something that just seemed to make their relationship so blatantly obvious to anyone who was willing to see. There had been many of them over the years, but over the last two or three—probably since Jensen had moved to Austin—it was like they were rapid-fire shooting them.

Little rocks and pebbles hurled at the constricting and reviled glass closet they’d been forced into so many years ago. And boy, did Jensen love the look of those cracks.

“Jay!” he called loud enough to be heard over the whines and laughs and shrieks of six little ones. Jared looked up at him from where he was wrestling on the ground with JJ. Jensen pulled up the camera on his phone and took a quick video, wanting to remember everything about this moment. “I liked your tweet!” he said, knowing that his comment could be heard in the recording.

“Hey babe, I was just making a statement about poor customer service,” he said casually, tickling their daughter into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, well…” Jensen trailed off as he walked over to them, bending forward and drawing his arm back at the same time so that he could be seen by the camera now too. He dropped onto the floor and leaned over JJ to give Jared a kiss.

“Eww!” Shep squealed right before jumping onto Jensen’s back.

“Daddy and Jensen sittin’ in a tree,” Tom sang loudly and off-key, “K-I-S-do-bo-me,” continued, changing the lyrics halfway through because he didn’t know how to spell the word ‘kissing’ quite yet.

“Where’d he learn that?” Jared asked, mock-scandalized. He looked into the camera. “Oh, right…I taught him.” He winked as Jensen cracked up and planted another kiss on Jared, his mouth still open and laughing.

“So that’s how you spend your time in Austin without me?”

“Well, I try to do all the important things while I’m there,” Jared replied. Tom tumbled over Jared’s legs and joined the group on the ground. Jensen stopped the recording and stuck his phone back in his pocket before it got stepped on by tiny but surprisingly damage-inflicting feet. The three babies were sitting in their little baby seat-things, not able to join in with the roughhousing but providing a very substantial background track. The commotion grew when the doorbell buzzed, probably the delivery guy with their pizzas.

Jared hauled himself up, Shep clinging to one shin and JJ the other, and shuffled over to the intercom to buzz the guy in. Minutes later, there was knocking on the door and Jared opened it immediately. Jensen appeared with his wallet and Tom hanging onto him in a piggyback ride.

“Looks like you’re having a fun evening,” the guy commented as he handed the pizzas to Jared and took cash from Jensen. Jensen had seen him enough over the last few years of him and Jared ordering pizza to know the guy’s name—Chris—and to have spent a few minutes here and there chatting.

“Yeah, loads” Jared said as he tried to balance the pizzas while walking towards the kitchen, dragging the two kids who were still on his legs.

“Have a good night,” Jensen grinned at Chris, who chuckled and waved before turning and heading back down the hall to the elevators.

“Okay, guys,” Jensen spoke loudly to get their children’s attention, “if you keep hanging on to us you won’t get to eat pizza—“

“PIZZA!” JJ shrieked and immediately released her grip on Jared, thumping down onto the floor. The others followed and Jared grabbed paper plates and napkins while Jensen poured drinks and heated up milk for the babies.

“You know,” Jared muttered to Jensen, “I’m kinda glad that stupid app screwed up our order.”

“Yeah? And why’s that, Padalecki?”

“Because, Ackles, now I have a good excuse when my manager calls me tomorrow to yell at me about saying I was with you and not Gen.”

“That won’t shut him up,” Jensen pointed out, internally wincing at the thought of yet another of Spilo’s red-faced meltdowns.

“True,” Jared agreed, then slipped his hand inside Jensen’s pocket and whipped out his phone. “Actually,” he said thoughtfully as he looked through something on the phone, “if I’m gonna get yelled at anyways, why don’t I just go ahead and post that video you just took?”

“Jay!” Jensen said in alarm, but there was no heat to it. Frankly, he didn’t give a shit if they accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) got outed, right here right now. However, he’d imagined the moment to be a bit more romantic and, well, epic.

“Yeah, babe, I know. I’m just kidding,” Jared sighed before handing the phone back. Jensen smiled sadly and ran his hand through Jared’s hair a few times.

“Soon,” he promised.

Later that night, Jared snored softly beside him as Jensen lay wide-awake in their bed; he’d been unable to fall asleep for hours now. He plucked his phone off the nightstand and flicked through it. His fingers shook as he composed a simple but sweet tweet and attached a video to it. He stared wistfully at the screen, his thumb hovering over the ‘tweet’ button for several minutes. He finally let out a long and slightly-pained sighed as he hit ‘X’ instead, deleting his declaration of love before anyone got the chance to see it.

Soon, he repeated to himself.

52. Telling each other a kink and trying them

Fun and Games 

Word Count: 1,557
A/N: This is based off prompt 51, telling each other a kink and trying them. It’s a bit longer than the other ones, and I hope that’s okay. I just kind of felt like this one needed a little more setting the stage. Still, hope you enjoy the smut
Written by: @dragonsrequiem

It all began over a discussion one night a month ago; you’d been sitting with your feet propped in Bucky’s lap while he painted your toenails with a precision to make any nail tech jealous. With each swipe of the fiery red, he’d gotten quieter. At first you thought he was just preoccupied, but then, he asked.

“Is there something different you’d like to try?” he finally blurted out, leaving you confused.

“Something different? It’s going to look pretty weird if we suddenly change polish color in mid-nail, don’t you think?” You asked, brow furrowed as you tried to figure it out.

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marry me a little- showtunes about good marriages, bad marriages, and proposals

fancy dress - the drowsy chaperone // if momma was married - gypsy // i’ve decided to marry you - a gentleman’s guide to love and murder // the little things you do together - company // the story of lucy and jessie - follies // it takes two - into the woods // marriage - cabaret // daffodils - big fish // the next ten minutes - the last five years // this day/walking by a wedding - if/then // turning into beautiful - murder ballad // sugartime baby - here lies love // days and days - fun home // hemming & hawing - 35mm: a musical exhibition // fable - the light in the piazza // marry me a little - company //

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PS. I’ve been hemming and hawing to myself for awhile but I’ve made a new blog @gutsnstuff where I’m probably gonna be posting my future art from now on so you can follow me there if you’d like!

I’m bad w words but the gist is I just wanted a fresh start as opposed to just changing urls & I didn’t really wanna delete the art on this blog. So while i’m leaving this up so people (& myself) can view my old works any time, I won’t really be uploading things here anymore!