also there is that other small thing

Creativity Ring Spell

This spell was shared to me via ask by @waddlingwitch and is being shared with permission! This spell is to enchant a ring to enhance creativity and artistic ability!

Things Needed:

  • Ring
  • Paper & Pen
  • Jar w/ lid
  • Creativity Sigil (your choice)
  • Rose Petal
  • Bowl (Fireproof is probably best)
  • Flame (From a candle, or whatever your preferred way of doing this is)
  • Bowl of water (just in case)
  • Small piece of quartz
  • Tealight


  1. Write a message on the paper stating that the ring will improve your creativity while wearing it, and will enhance your artistic ability easily and quickly. You can also state any other creative intentions you would like with this ring.
  2. Draw the sigil onto that same piece of paper.
  3. Burn the paper with the sigil & the statement, keeping the bowl of water close by in case of emergency.
  4. When the paper is ash (or mostly ash), crumble the rose petal into the ash & mix together
  5. Put quartz, ring and ash mix into jar & close the jar.
  6. Light tealight and place it on the lid of the jar. Observe candle until it burns out (do not leave unattended - blow it out if you have to!). Let sit overnight. 

Thats it! Enjoy!

bellamybb  asked:

Omg, Cam - would you do #22, bellarke in canon-verse? I will seriously die omg

22. Things you said after it was over

Bellamy spots her near the lake, on the rocks, her back facing him. He goes to her immediately. She has her hands on her sides and she’s leaning on them. She looks at him briefly, with a small smile, when he joins her and sits next to her. But soon she’s looking at the view in front of her again.

They stay in silent for a moment, enjoying the sun on their skins, the breeze on their hair, the silent, their company.

Bellamy can’t help but slightly turning to her. He’s watching her carefully, admiring her beauty calmly, remembering all the reasons he loves her.

She speaks then, softly, as if she doesn’t want to disturb the quiet of the nature around them.

“It’s so beautiful…” A bigger smile is forming on her lips and Bellamy turns again to the view in front of them.

It is beautiful. The lake is bright blue, the trees around it full of green leaves, there are a few clouds in the sky but it’s mainly blue. The sun is setting to their right and Bellamy has to close his eyes a little if he wants to look that way.

“Yeah it is.” He simply says.

“I never realized before.” He’s not sure what she means so he doesn’t reply.

She looks at him and smiles, a little sadly.

“There were too much death and danger to really appreciate the landscape.”

He chuckles a little. He can. Because all of this is behind them now, they can live without suffering from the past.

“Yeah… Didn’t have lot of time to enjoy the view either.” He’s smiling and it must reassure Clarke because she smiles too after seeing his face light up.

She lets her legs swing against the rock and Bellamy just imagines that it must be her first time doing this. She almost looks her age right now.

He’s not sure what her age is exactly. It doesn’t matter much. But she looks young and carefree and beautiful, just like she should be.

“What are we going to do now?” she asked.

He takes his time before replying. She’s saying this as a joke but he wants to answer seriously.

His voice is deep and genuine.

“Now we get to live.” She turns to him and grins a little.

“You make me think of Jasper right now.” When he doesn’t understand, she elaborates. “He said something like this to me once. ‘I don’t want us to survive, Clarke, I want us to live.’”

Bellamy laughs quietly.

“Smart kid this Jasper.”

“It was his running-into-black-rain phase.”

“Not so smart kid this Jasper.”

Clarke is smirking full now. And Bellamy matches her.

“Seriously though. Now we don’t have to worry about all of this anymore.”

“We do deserve a break.”

They share a knowing smile.

They don’t talk and listen to birds chirping and the sound of the wind on the water of the lake.

“Gosh, we’re gonna be so bored!” Clarke exclaimed suddenly.

Bellamy lets out an unbelieving huff.

“What?” he laughs.

“We’re not used of just doing… nothing!”

He laughs because she’s being ridiculous, he knows that, she knows that, and they could never really joke before. It’s nice.

“You just have to find new things to do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” She says this leaning more on her hands, her head titled to him, slightly biting her lips.

“Oh, I don’t know, spending time with friends… Bonding…”

She nods a little, before changing her position and facing him, sitting cross-legged. Her elbows on her knees and her head resting on her hands, she looks at him, prompting him to continue.

“Maybe enjoying a few drinks? Being a little tipsy? Dancing?”

“Hmm. I can picture that.”

“I’m sure Monty and Jasper could throw a little party.”

“I’m sure they could.”

“It’d be fun.”

“It would.” She smiles. “Would I do all of that alone?”

He takes the time to let out a breath and gulp.

“It could do that with you if you want.” He raises on shoulder in a false carefree shrug.

“That would be nice.”

“We could take walk together too.”

“We want to do some exercise still.” She nods seriously, playing along with him.

“We could take some naps too.”

“I’d like that.”

“And maybe kiss sometimes? Kissing’s nice.”

“Kissing is nice.” She wears a full-on smile now, showing her teeth, hurting her cheeks with the way she smiles so intensely.

“Want to try that now? We don’t want to ruin it because we’re out of practice.”

“That would be a shame.” She bits her lips, still smiling and he’s smiling too.

He leans closer to rest his forehead against her own. They close their eyes to enjoy this moment of pure intimacy between the two of them.

“What do we do now?” she asked, whispering against his lips.

“Whatever the hell we want” he replies just before capturing her lips with his.

She answers immediately by throwing her arms around his neck and putting closer to her. His hands find her waist and they smile too much to kiss properly.

They don’t care.

They have all the time they want now.

anonymous asked:

Do you know why some sentai shows get a 10 years later movie and others don't? Is it based on the availability of the actors?

I have a feeling that is a pretty big part of it.  Some actors either retire from acting, move on to other things or don’t want to go back to their beginnings or they have become too big for a small production to afford.

I also have a feeling it might be based on how well a show did.  I really wonder if we will get more 10 years after movies for shows like Tensou Sentai Goseiger or Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters.

I would also add that some series seem to be SO Popular they get not only a 10 Years After Special but also follow ups and crossovers such as Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger getting to be a massive part of the new Space Squad movie!

For the record, there are shows I would -love- to see a 10 Years Later special for.  I mean, yeah, we’ve seen what Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger is up to 5 years later and I have a feeling they’ll be back in another five for the next Anniversary.

However, I would love to see a joke version of a 10 Years Later special for Hikounin Sentai Akibaranger!

anonymous asked:

Why does sidon like the most about s/o?

  • Really depends on the s/o
  • What he finds particularly attractive though is kindness.
    • Someone one who greatly cares for others and would do anything to help another in need. 
  • Also eyes. Not a particular color, but the first thing he notices is eyes- they are windows to the soul.
  • Given his height, he probably likes the feel of their small hand in his own.
  • But the best part of the s/o? 
    • They legitimately care about him just as much as he does for them.

Omega’s headcannon time! Since I turned Omega from a coatl to a guardian I had some ideas to her adjustment.

1. Omega is still unaware of her new size, which means she tends to bump into things such as ceilings, doors, priceless family heirlooms, and other dragons.

2. She also tries to get through doors that are way to small for her, which leads her to getting stuck.

3. “Holy shit I can eat everything now!”

4.Apparently no one told Omega’s cousin Cyril about her breed change. This led to one of Cyril’s biggest scares of his life. Some say you can still here his screaming to this very day.

5. Sometimes Omega will let Cyril wrap around her neck.

6. Omega adores swimming now, before she had to stay out of the water due to the possibility of her feathers weighing her down.

7. Omega still doesn’t understand the concept of a charge. Don’t worry she’s learning though.

8. Omega still bleps due to her old habits.

9. “Cyril hold my dove, I’m about to go guardian on his ass.”

10. Omega enjoys fighting, it’s great exercise and you have to think fast.

11. Omega is learning in the ways of swordsmanship. She’s even saving up to buy a ravenskull broadsword.

That’s it for now, what do you guys think.

There was an ATU nearby. They were called, and happened to have an empty ambulance handy; “I do appreciate the plan, but if they don’t have one, I shan’t endanger a citizen who needs it in Sebastian’s good name,” Xavier had warned beforehand, so this provided much relief. The ambulance’s presence would inconvenience the other cars queued up on the road, of course, but it seemed a small price to pay for the potential reward. If there had been a less intrusive method, they’d have tried it already.

“They’re coming,” Xavier said as he ended the call. “I’ve asked it to be routed to the other road - the one we passed - and so the border guards are going to have to announce its arrival to everyone waiting at the checkpoint. Good Monsieur (this was directed the guard outside), if you could, please.”

“Right away, Monsieur.”

Franck fidgeted lightly with their jacket, somehow feeling more nervous and sick than ever that the plan had actually gone through. Xavier had only assented to it because there seemed to be reason to it - and, presumably, because Franck was available to take the fall if it didn’t work, so right now they weren’t particularly relieved about anything at all. “Sebastian,” they mustered up the courage to ask for the third time nonetheless. “I understand if you can’t grant this, but… the Belgian guards…”


“… They don’t know yet that this is happening, they might not be able to announce it for the protesters,” they hesitated. “.. permission to go with them and… and warn the protesters… without the badge?”

Xavier’s mouth twitched. This request sat less well with him, but he was at least very quiet about it, as was Gaspard (save for an odd look).
David Guetta, however, had heard quite enough. “The nerve!” he exclaimed, and looked at the others with disgust. “Xav - Sebastian, I really must protest!”

“Shut up, David,” Gaspard muttered, almost as a reflex.
The correspondent turned to stare at him, surprised and infuriated. Xavier did not respond to either of them, but stared ahead for what seemed an eternity before he abruptly nodded his permission. “Badges off, Franck Rivoire. Your name, the pin, everything. Do not mention our presence, or you will truly be on your own. Come back as soon as the vehicle departs the border. Monsieur (again to the guard) - will you please ensure their return as soon as possible.”

“Sebastian, I am eternally grateful!” Franck cried, and threw off their jacket as quickly as they could. They didn’t stick around to witness the raised eyebrows of Xavier or Gaspard, nor the dirty look the correspondent threw them - though the latter was amended seconds later when Franck hurried out of the car and paused to face them once their feet were on the ground.
“Monsieur Guetta, please excuse this inconvenience,” Franck exclaimed, making the man blink in surprise. “your subordinate will return soon!”

Then they ran off, becoming convincingly disheveled as they ran - as well as leaving a very confused David Guetta in their wake.

undiagnosedautisticgem  asked:

Do you have tips for people with sensory issues who struggle to brush their teeth? The sound and feeling really make it hard, but not brushing is bad and I want nice teeth!

I’m not very experienced in this area I’m afraid but I’ve had a look at a few sources for ideas to try. I do have my own issues with brushing my teeth due to sensitivity and dental issues. I’ve found that avoiding powerful minty toothpastes can help. I go for mild mint or other flavours and it makes everything else a little easier to deal with. You can also get toothpastes that foam less although I haven’t tried this. I’ve heard of people using just baking soda too.

Also it could be worth trying out silicone brushes? They could help with the way it feels.You can get regular brushes with softer or harder bristles and different shapes so experimenting here is worth a try.

Using hot/warm water rather than cold when wetting your brush and rinsing can help some. It’s a small thing but it’s a little less of a shock to your mouth. Heat relaxes and can also soften brush bristles.

I’ve had a look around and apparently some find that managing other senses can help. Like minimising smells, or plugging ears. Or some play music. You could see if your other senses play a role that could help. 

I think this problem would affect people differently so it is best to try out different things and see what works for you. And when things are bad, think about what you could do when brushing isn’t easy. Some people use their fingers with some paste or mouthwash. 

I hope this helps but if not, try looking into groups for sensory issues. I know facebook has quite a few support groups with thousands of members where you can ask questions and get a lot of responses.

Refreshing your wacom tablet’s pressure sensitivity without restarting your computer

I learned this tutorial from Youtube a long while back. You won’t have to restart your computer, but you need to save your drawings and restart the program you’re using.
Step 1) Go to My Computer/This PC (or any other variation) and right click

Step 2) Click on Manage

Step 3) You should get access to this menu. Double click Services and Applications

Step 4) Double clickServices

Step 5) You should get a long list of all these manageable functions. Scroll down until you find Wacom Professional Service”. Right click it

Step 6) You can either click “Restartor pressStop/Start“ manually

Now it should refresh and return things back to normal, and once you open up your program again pressure sensitivity should be back~! Hope it helped!
(Also if you are curious, I use the Intuos Pent and Touch small)

Why develop a fictional culture?

When you’re creating a race of people for your new world, you need a culture to give those people and their way of life some context. The culture helps determine how the characters act, dress, eat, solve problems, among so many other things. You can (and sometimes, should) have multiple cultures in your world, depending on how large your focus area is. Cultures affect each other, but also serve in a narrative sense to draw contrast in-world and to draw parallels to the reader’s world. 

So here are some thoughts, big and small, that are meant to help inspire you as you create amazing cultures. (And remember that you’re thinking about the following questions in the context of the general population, not your main character(s).) You can simply answer these questions in short-answer form, or you can write a short story to flesh out one or two or three questions at once. If you do that, submit them to me! I’d love to feature them on the blog. 

  • How old do people believe their race is? How old are they really?
  • How prevalent are religions to the common person?
  • What is/are the origin stories of the main religion(s)?
  • What do most people think should be the highest priority:
    • biological family?
    • chosen family?
    • career?
    • service/charity (of any kind)?
    • religion?
    • entertainment/fun?
    • nation?
    • expansion (of nation/culture/influence/understanding)?
  • How do culturally shared priorities shape interactions?
  • What is the common greeting? Does it vary by age, class, rank, or sect?
  • How is gender viewed by the majority? Why?
  • What are common myths/legends of your people and how heavily do they influence the modern day?
  • How trustful are people of outsiders?
  • How welcoming are people, in general, of strangers into their homes?
  • How well do people of various factions (class, race, religion, etc.) get along in society?
  • How far has technology advanced, and how has it been implemented into their daily lives?
  • If magic exists, what do they believe is its origin? Its source?
  • If there is division between magic/non-magic, how do the two treat each other and why? How long has it been that way?
  • What sort of relationship do they have with their ruler?
  • How content is the average person?
  • How do people make their living and how big a part of their life is their career (if applicable)?
  • Do they have “weekends” and if so, what sets them apart from “weekdays”?
  • How do they treat their close friends?
  • How do they treat their enemies?
  • How do they handle small conflict, between individuals or small groups?
  • How do they handle larger conflicts?
  • How are they prepared for any potential war? Do they have some sort of military or militia in place? 
  • How many wars have they, as a society, fought over the course of their lives/history? How much of an impact does that have on their cultural identity? (i.e. WW2′s impact on patriotism in America, and how it’s yet to go away.)
  • What virtues do they value in individuals? What virtues do they say they value? If those are different, why?
  • How do they dress? Does it vary greatly by gender, or not? Is their focus on clothing very practical, religious, sentimental, or simply driven by the latest arbitrary fashion? How do the above answers reflect on the culture on a deeper level?
  • How do they treat their elderly?
  • How do they treat their children?
  • At what age does a baby become a child, a child a young adult, a young adult an adult, an adult an elder?
  • How much regulation does the day-to-day life of the average citizen entail? Or, how involved is the government in micro affairs?
  • How are these people seen throughout their known world? How do other cultures view this culture?

Check out the rest of the Brainstorming Series!
Magic Systems, Part One
Magic Systems, Part Two
New Species
New Worlds 

You can tell it’s a good Iron Man comic if Tony is naked and crying, possibly in the rain, because he thinks none of his friends love him. – Sineala

Other signs of a good Iron Man comic:

- Tony thinks about how everyone would be better off if he was dead.

- Tony does a heartwarming charity-type thing that involves not just giving money but also time and energy (create and support a battered women’s shelter, visit small children in the hospital, etc.)

- Tony shuts himself in his lab/workshop and doesn’t come out (or sleep or eat) for multiple days. (Steve, Happy Hogan, Pepper, or Jarvis stopping by to go “WTF, Tony, eat some food and take a nap!” is optional, but most opt to include it)

- Tony has built a shiny new toy new piece of technology. He’s going to test it himself, right now. He already has ideas about how to improve it.

- Somebody else has designed/built a shiny new toy. Tony already has ideas about how to improve it.

- A piece of Tony’s technology comes to life. It loves him very much. It also wants to destroy him.

- Someone wants to steal Tony’s tech and use it for nefarious purposes/already has stolen it and is already using it for nefarious purposes. This is all Tony’s fault and he must stop them at any cost.

- Tony is suffering from some kind of injury/illness/other health issue (heart condition is the most common but far from the only life-threatening thing he’s suffered from). He puts on the armor and fights the villain anyway/puts on the expensive business attire and does the important Stark Industries-related thing anyway. Then he collapses from exhaustion/illness/bloodloss/concussion/the tech implanted in his chest that keeps him alive running out of power/a heart attack.

- Tony is suffering from the above-mentioned serious medical condition. He keeps it a secret from almost everyone so as not to upset/worry them and/or reveal his Iron Man identity.

- Tony is dealing with a serious personal problem of some kind. He keeps it secret from almost everyone so as not to upset/worry them and/or because he’s ashamed of it/afraid of their disapproval. It is his responsibility to fix it ALL BY HIMSELF.

- Tony is dealing with a dangerous threat to the entire Avengers team/entire city/entire planet/entire universe. He keeps it secret from almost everyone (including people who really REALLY ought to be told about it ASAP because it directly involves them) so as not to upset/worry them and/or because he knows they’ll disapprove of his methods for dealing with it/he doesn’t want them to have to dirty their hands dealing with it. It is his responsibility to fix it ALL BY HIMSELF.

- One of the other Avengers/one of Tony’s employees is dealing with a personal problem or superhero-related problem of some kind. Tony wants to make sure they know that they don’t have to deal with it alone.

- Tony performs a Grand Romantic Gesture for his current love interest and/or performs a similar Grand Gesture (ex: “I’ll give away my beloved childhood home to Luke Cage for a dollar for the good of the Avengers”/“You dropped your shield in the ocean so I used my billionaire resources to search the entire ocean for it in my spare time”/etc.) for an Avengers teammate

- Tony like someone/thinks he owes someone something/feels bad for someone, so he immediately offers them a job with Stark Industries, buys them a house/car/fancy piece of tech/etc., or invites them to join the Avengers, even though he’s only just met them in this very issue.

- Something bad happens involving SI or his tech. Tony blames himself for causing it/not preventing it/not forseeing it and having a plan for it/existing.

- Something bad happens involving the Avengers. Tony blames himself for causing it/not preventing it/not forseeing it and having a plan for it/existing.

- Something bad happens in his general vicinity and/or that even tangentially involves him in any way. Tony blames himself for causing it/not preventing it/not forseeing it and having a plan for it/existing.


A nice city (small and big) I finished up today (forgot that I had it, finished it up in like 5 mins my dudes)

and guess what guys, I once again used the amazing @8pxl  ‘s tutorial which can be found –> here (I learned how to use hyperlinks, I feel like both an idiot and a genius at the same time, a gediot if you will.)

(I like how they look like a loong thing when put next to each other, also still learning how to do water effects, I have some ideas, but they are hard to execute in Gimp, and Sai is just not cutting it for pixel art)

How to Cope with Feelings of Jealousy

1. Recognise that these feelings are perfectly normal, and are something that we all have to face at times (even if that person is a really good friend.)

2. Look at what’s going on with your own self-esteem. Are you feeling worthless and inadequate? Do you feel as if you’ve nothing to offer to the world? Are you disappointed in your school results? Are you feeling lonely, left out or overlooked?

3. Make a list of the things that you feel positive about. That is, the traits and successes that you feel good about. For example, those could be some small things that still leave you feeling proud, or some nice things you have done, or your unique, creative style. Also, write down the compliments that others have paid you – especially those from people you respect, like or admire.

4. Turn the jealousy around, and use that person to inspire you to keep on growing in some positive ways. You are someone with potential – and you’re also someone special - so don’t be afraid to take some risks, and stretch yourself.

5. Finally, remember all the reasons why you’re friends with that person. Remember all the laughter and the good times you have shared. We are not in competition – everyone has their own journey. Enjoy being friends, and put the other stuff aside.

die-hard tjlc’ers be like “sherlock is obviously gay and in love with john so that means if you think he might be bi pan fluid poli or anything other than monosexual monogamous homosexual you are homophobic”


#thankyoubones week: day 2 → 11 temperance brennan character growth moments

↳ brennan + her changing views on love

If you were to look for a character who has grown so much from falling in love with her significant other, look no further than Temperance Brennan. She exemplifies the term “character growth”, and her changing views on love, sex and relationships comprises one of the many different things that has made her one of the best (IMO, THE BEST) character in the history of television. This gifset only touches on a small part of her character growth over the years, because she has truly grown in every aspect of her life, and I have loved watching her grow and truly flourish all these years. She also makes me believe that it is possible to find true love, and not completely change yourself and your morals for the other person, as when the time comes, nothing else will matter except for the person standing right beside you. Like always, and like they always will.

Ok, so goblins are always described as short, with greenish or greyish skin, wide mouths, ugly at least by human standards, oversized hands and feet, and long nose and ears. Sometimes it’s also added that they eat insects, snails, and other things humans usually wouldn’t.

Now the nose is generally accepted nowadays to be a racist tack-on, poking reference to Jewish people and associating the Jewish population with the conniving greed of goblins, so let’s take that away.

The ears are basically fantasy anatomical shorthand for “this human-shaped thing is not human,” so let’s nix that too.

We are left with something small, grey or green, wide-mouthed, ugly (to most people), with very large hands and feet, and a penchant for chomping on invertebrates.

so, like?

A goblin wizard prepares to grant a wish

A humble goblin bard prepares a ditty for a giant

Klance finger gun wedding me and @lanceologist planned last night? Well if u insist…

So basically, obviously Lance is bisexual, and it is a well known Fact that all bisexuals do finger guns

One day while team voltron is on an alien planet, after saving everyone, Lance finger guns at Keith probably to say something along the lines of “nice work out there” and the planet’s inhabitants immediately Freak Out

On this planet, finger guns is basically asking for an immediate marriage, so they quickly begin planning the wedding, and literally everyone but Lance and Keith know whats happening

So basically Keith and Lance manage to get onto the alter and they still haven’t figured out what this ceremony is and everyone is crying and they just think its some Platonic Bro Thing

And of course the aliens dont use the word husband they use some other alternative so Keith and Lance awkwardly agree to it and they also dont use rings they get flower crowns and a small tattoo on their biceps

Pretty much the entire thing is a wedding, obviously a wedding, but only if you pay attention for longer than five seconds, which neither Keith and Lance do because theyre too busy with their mutual pining

And even tho at this point in time theyre friends everyone is still really shocked they agreed to get MARRIED and they bring it up a few weeks later and Keith and Lance have this matching look of realization

Its a fun story to tell their kids that they didnt even know they got married for three weeks. Almost as fun as the time Lance did jazz hands and accidentally challenged Allura to a duel

the signs as wlw aesthetics
  • aries: spring wlw; racing each other through meadows, picnics by the riverside, small bracelets made of daisies, ice lollies, lying down and noticing shapes in the clouds
  • taurus: floral wlw; arranging bouquets, long walks through english gardens, flower crowns, tucking a flower behind their ear, floral summer dresses
  • gemini: library wlw; whispering between aisles of books (+ hiding from the librarian), reading bed time stories, sharing favourite books, staying up late discussing recently-finished novels, writing secret messages in between the lines
  • cancer: soft wlw; cuddling under the blankets, watching the rain, listening to music on the rooftop, long walks at the beach, sharing sweaters
  • leo: summer wlw; matching sun hats, sipping peach iced tea, being the best looking couple at the beach, lying side by side in a sunflower field, cycling on a tandem bike
  • virgo: forest wlw; picking berries, tree-climbing competitions, strolling through the lovely dark and deep woods, laurel wreaths, studying nature together
  • libra: princess wlw; gifting each other tiaras, sneaky glances, ballroom dancing in gossamer gowns, secret conversations in carriages, long handwritten letters
  • scorpio: moon wlw; silver eyeshadow, heated late night debates, evening walks, stargazing, secret conversations at 3AM
  • sagittarius: road trip wlw; making plans together, toasting marshmallows by the bonfire, sleeping in tents, swim-racing in the river, singing together in the car
  • capricorn: glow wlw; neon shoes, eating dinner in an empty diner at 11PM, 7/11 shopping dates, texting each other at 3:58AM, watching the sun rise
  • aquarius: space wlw; watching space movies, visits to the planetarium, 2AM debates on the existence of aliens, matching constellation tattoos, sun & moon chokers
  • pisces: mermaid wlw; lavender+aqua+silver hair, 2-people pool parties, swimming far out in the ocean, collecting seashells, doing each other's hair (fishtail braids lmao)

anonymous asked:

trimberly dating in secret and the team finding out?

This became a oneshot length fic, I’m not sorry. I got lazy proofing so sorry for any mistakes.

It started out small, they would show up at each other windows late at night, after long, gruelling days of training, after tough battles, or even bad days at school, they would check in on each other, they would talk for hours, they were just there for each other, it became there thing, and as each other’s feelings for the other grew, every night was more tension filled then the last, so when they eventually kissed, they didn’t think much of it, so every night after that, there would be a lot less talking, and much more of something else, which neither of them minded.

The team also noticed a shift in their dynamic, they began to act different, Kim and Trini had always worked well as a team, they were the two arms of the megazord after all, but after the late nights spent doing a lot more than talking, the tension in the air around them was so thick, you could probably cut it with knife. Trini and Kim’s sparring sessions would get much more intense, their gazes only on each other, their eyes were filled with intense passion, rather than the usual playful, teasing banter. Jason usually had to force his gaze away, or he would most likely get much more than a fiery glare from Trini. The team noticed the changes, but they didn’t push or press, knowing that both the girls could kick their asses without a second glance, so they just let it be, but they noticed.

Zack being the closest to Trini, the two wild cards, the bees, black and yellow, which the team teasingly sang whenever they sparred or did anything as a duo, Zack and Trini both had an equal distaste for the names, but they knew it was just friendly teasing, it was part of the team dynamic, so it didn’t surprise Trini when he was the first to try and figure out what was going on with the girls. He dropped little hints and questions about Kimberly, vaguely asked about girlfriends, but each of his attempts failed, always met with a “I only want to spend time with you, bee” or “yeah, sure, me and Kimberly”. He backed down, but Zack knew something was up, he was the captain of the ship after all, he was determined to know if it was canon.

The girls knew the boys were catching on, the boys didn’t know exactly what was happening, but they did know something was different. They still hadn’t discussed when or if they were going to tell the boys. They loved the late nights, the secret glances, holding hands secretly when they could, they enjoyed just being, no ones expectations or worries clouding there mind, they were just them. So they kept it that way.

After a couple of months of them sneaking into each other’s rooms, kissing, talking, among other…activities, they knew they should tell the boys, whom were very clueless about what was happening, each of them asking non to subtle questions, desperately trying to figure out what had changed between the girls, but to no prevail. So the next day, at four o clock, the made there way down to the pit, arms intertwined, Trini’s small frame leaning against Kimberly, and for the first time ever, they were acting blatantly like a couple, in public, and they’d both be lying if they said it didn’t cause warmth to radiate through their bodies.

The boys were already down at the pit, the sound of pads being hit, gasps and grunts, a piece of rock dislodging from the structure “Zack” they both muttered. Trini could feel butterflies in her stomach, she was defiantly nervous, they both were, but these were their friends, their brothers, they knew they’d be accepted and safe, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking. They had agreed to be very subtle with there “coming out” it wouldn’t be the power rangers without a little teasing and fun.

As they walk down to the pit, their hands and fingers intertwined, no space between their bodies, the boys noticed, but they didn’t really bat an eye, the girls had been slowly becoming, much, much, closer, not just emotionally, but physically. So they returned to sparring, back to their norm, but the girls did notice Zack narrowing his eyes, a small smirk plastered on his face. They began to spar, circling around the other, jabs and hooks were thrown, roundhouse kicks, take downs, with each move, the girls gazes grew more intense and heated. As the girls circled around each other, the boys started paying more attention, getting curious again, which the girls noticed. Kimberly glanced quickly over her shoulder at the boys, while throwing a sloppy jab, which Trini caught, flipping her over, Kimberly falling to the ground with a loud thud, her breathing ragged and sharp. Trini offers her hand to help Kimberly up, while the boys are still watching, forgetting about sparring. Kimberly takes the opportunity and yanks Trini’s hand and smashes their lips together, carefully grabbing Trini’s small frame and bringing her to the ground, and flipping them around so Kimberly is on top, pulling their lips apart. The girls both gasp for air, while the boys looked like they’d seen a ghost, mouths agape. Kimberly helps Trini to her feet as Zack yells gleefully, “I KNEW IT!!!” Trini smirks, while Jason and Billy are still stumbling for words. The girls chuckle before returning to sparring, and moments later, Billy and Jason both exclaim. “WHAT!!!” Alpha finally speaks, “Humans confuse me.” leaving the power rangers giggling as they returned back to sparring, Trini and Kimberly both joyful beyond words, as they got back into a rhythm, the world fading away.

Request two!

Tags: auror!Harry, potions consultant!Draco, mud, and bitching, so, so much bitching.

“You know I’m just a consultant, right Potter?” Draco said acidly, trying to scrape mud from his arms and legs, “I am not a mad auror with more adrenaline than sense.”

“You have mentioned it before,” Harry said tersely, taking deep breaths. It was, after all, his fault Draco had ended up in the swamp following up a lead on black market dittany growers. It was also Harry’s fault that when he tripped on a root he had grabbed for the first thing in reach, which had been Draco, and pulled them both into a mug bog with the consistency of quicksand that had taken them twenty minutes to get out of. 

Now they were both coated in mud up to the chest. Draco had somehow managed to scrape most of it off and didn’t have any on his hair or face, other than a small blob on his cheek. Harry had it in his hair, face, and just about everywhere else.

He just, really, really wished Draco would shut the hell up.

“What kind of absolute idiot can’t identify dittany?” Draco muttered.

His wand clutched so tightly into his fist he could feel every groove and notch in the wood. “Why can’t we just cast scourgify?” Harry groaned, ducking under a branch Draco let go, nearly smacking him in the face. Draco was watching the ground for signs of the tiny herb but he had to have done it on purpose, Harry just knew it.

Draco shot a look back at Harry what reminded him of Snape, “I have explained, Potter, dittany only grows in soil that contains mercury and propagates moondew flowers, do you really want to know what happens when you introduce magic to that combination?”

“Ok, ok,” Harry conceded trying not to think about the places mud was now making its home.

“Are you certain?” Draco said mockingly, “Because it involves your skin turning yellow and slowly melting off. Sounds like a right jolly Gryffindor thing to do.”

Harry took another deep breath and slowly let it out, “I understand, Draco.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Draco said.

“Just shut up!” Harry snapped, “I swear, I get it!”

Draco stopped in his track and spun around, his expression furious.

Harry went on, “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened but you’re not the only one that’s uncomfortable or unhappy about all this!” He threw up his hands, “I swear sometimes I think you only care about yourself!”

Draco stalked over to him, stabbing his finger into Harry’s chest, “You egotistical, fucking arsehole, I can’t believe-” he stopped and shook his head, “I fucking hate you.”

Harry smacked Draco’s hand away, “Yeah, well, I hate you too!! Fucking wanker.”

Draco jerked back like Harry had hit him, his eyes widening, “You-” his words choked and died in his throat, “-You what?” He blinked rapidly, his head turning away to try and hide the tear that had slipped down his cheek.

Harry stared in shock, then caught Draco’s chin, tugging it back round to face him. He brushed the tear from Draco’s face before he had even realized what he was doing.

“You’re covered in mud,” Draco sniffed, looking down at the ground, another tear blinking free.

“Sorry,” Harry said softly, wiping the other tear away, smearing the mud on Draco’s cheek, “I don’t hate you.”

“Like I care,” Draco muttered.

Harry sighed and smiled ruefully, “Alright.”

“I don’t,” he insisted with a faint pout, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Harry’s, a faint pink flush colouring the tops of his cheekbones.

Harry leaned forward, chancing a brief kiss, tensing in anticipation for the worst.

“This is awful,” Draco groused, “We’re disgusting.” he sniffed again and blinked his tears back.

“Can I try again when we’re cleaned up?” Harry asked.

Draco glanced away and shrugged, his cheeks flushing further.

Harry smiled, “How about dinner then?”

Draco pulled away suddenly, his eyes fixed at where he had glanced away. He stalked through the trees to a small clearing surrounded by scrub and strange pale flowers. “Here it is.” Draco gestured.

Harry followed. The clearing was full of tiny dittany plants. It was a king’s fortune, especially at the obscenely high prices the growers were charging for them, and the final evidence they needed to convict the group they had arrested a few days ago. Harry activated his tracking medallion and sent his patronus back to tell them he had found it. Soon the collections team would be apparating on Harry’s location.

Draco shifted his weight, his arm brushing Harry’s. He cleared his throat nervously, “Dinner would be nice.”

“Yeah?” Harry looked up with a hopeful smile.

Draco smiled faintly back, “Yeah.”