Zeta Society

*walks into room with plate of cookies*

You can ship Zeta Society while acknowledging Kirsch would need to go through character development and at the moment Danny does not like him.

Also, a lot of people are saying the fandom is making him into a puppy. The script called him a puppy. He is canonically supposed to be like a puppy.

*puts cookies on table*


*walks out*

  • Finally arrived in L.A after what felt like forever
  • I contorted my body in like 20 different positions in an attempt to get comfortable on the plane. 
  • The weather here is so sad and foggy though I hope it gets sunny soon
  • I got free wifi in the hotel room after I couldn’t pay for it on my card boo yah
  • Also I got two books already and did a makeup haul at Target whoops 
  • You guys have no idea how cheap your stuff is compared to Australia.
  • Also you guys have a frozen food aisle for Target? I learn new shit every day man. 

But the Inquisitors who think eating meals alone in their room is strange?

Inquisitor Cadash, Adaar, or Lavellan being used to at least one large communal meal a day with their group or clan, if not every meal. The Inquisitor used to passing bowls and plates of food, chatting with the people they care about, finding out the news of the day, sharing old stories and tales, reinforcing familial and platonic bonds over shared food.

The first time Josie offers to have a meal sent up as they scribble away over paperwork at the desk in their room late into the night, the Inquisitor looks up at her with a hurt and confused look on their face. Are they being punished, sent away from the group to eat alone? 

They put aside all their work to head downstairs with her, hearing all the chatter and clatter of cutlery as they get closer to the great hall. Their stomach rumbles with all the smells of food they’d never even imagined before the Inquisition. Yet here they are, eating new foods in unimaginable quantities with their new clan/group/family, and their new life and new responsibilities sit a little easier on their shoulders with the comfort they find in this familiar scenario.

I have a confession

I really liked Gordon first.  Like Im all John now like hes so beautiful but Gordon was my first love bc in that first episode he’s got his squid sense and he’s impulsive and he’s just a little boy desperate to figure out what happened to his dad and Im a huge suckers for characters who cover up their heart with jokes and sarcasm so it was basically love at first sight but then JOHN and EOS and Skyhook and now im just a mess in general bc my heart says that John and I are one in the same but also Gordon was my first love and I’ll never get over him, but John is so much more fun to write except Gordon is also really fun to write and IDK GUYS.  IM A FRAUD.  I AM A FRAUD.

in the heat.

Here’s a little thing I wrote following on from the horrific heat-wave that we’ve had in the UK lately. This is my first time posting anything I’ve written so please be nicee😁


Also, a huge thank you needs to go out to narrymusings who has literally been my rock throughout the last eight months and her support has meant the world to me. I also have to thank her for being the one that is making me post this after having sent it to her yesterday. Kayla, you’re the best.


One thing Niall would never have believed in after the formation of the band in 2010 is that he would be lying in bed five years later, in the summer of 2015 during the hottest heat wave in a decade, next to a long-haired, sexy, yet very sweaty and very naked, sleeping Harry Styles. He just would never have pictured it, being at his own large London house, in a king-size bed on a two week break after the end of their second World Tour’s European leg before heading off to the States, he just couldn’t have. For starters he thought he liked girls - hell, he still does like girls, but Harry is Harry and there was always something special about him. Something special about himself with Harry, and everyone could see it; even his father, always dubbing harry as his “special friend”. And yes, it took some time for him to embrace his feelings, admit them to himself, let alone Harry, and yes, it’s been difficult what with the rising stardom and the band’s global success - but it’s all worth it, especially in moments like this when nothing in the world matters but them. And with that thought he begins to smile, subconsciously pulling Harry closer and, unbeknownst to him, the curly-haired lad was very much awake and admiring his side profile.

"What are you thinking about?” He hears Harry speak up, the younger lad having risen up on his elbow, now staring down at the blond, eyebrows furrowed and wondering what his blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty was thinking about.

Niall tilts his head and looks up towards him, his hand reaching up to gently cup his boyfriend’s prickly jaw – he needs to shave, he thinks, voicing it whilst smiling and staring into the depths of his lovers eyes.

“Hm, just you, us, this,” he smiles again, nudging his head deeper into the pillow as he moves his hand off of Harry’s jaw and gestures around the room.

“Yeah?” Harry settles back against the bed, still on his side facing Niall, “What about it?”

“Just how lucky I am to have you… How lucky we are to have this…” He sighs, taking a deep breath, the heat starting to affect him now, pushing the crisp sheets off of his torso.
“Of how fortunate we are, and how all of this shit - the hiding, the publicity girls and what comes with that - it’s worth it, especially when it comes to moments like this, with you, where it’s just us and no-one else. Nothing else matters because it’s me and you, its NiallandHarry, HarryandNiall and we’re us. We are in the most popular band of the world, but here we are, lying in bed on this bloody hot day,” he says, chuckling and licking his lips. “And yet nothing else matters because you’re here, you’re here with me and not on the other side of the world, not standing on the opposite side of the stage, you’re here next to me and it’s just.. You’re worth it, this is worth it, Harry, no matter what the struggles are that we have to go through to get this, it’s worth it and I love you,” Niall finishes, not knowing where that all came from. A sense of relief overcomes him, as if he just had needed to voice it. He glances up at Harry, his eyes having drifted to Harry’s travel bag in the corner, the pressing reality that he’s leaving in the late afternoon, traveling down to visit his cousins before jetting off tomorrow to LA, leaving Niall behind, deflating him.

Harry is smiling, grinning even and lets out a low chuckle, rolling over on top of him, settling between his legs and blocking Niall’s head with his elbows -  and just by looking at the glistening of Harry’s eyes he knows that they’re going to be okay, he knows that Harry feels exactly the same way.

Leaning down so that their faces are inches apart and looking into his eye, Harry begins to speak softly, "First of all, I love you too… And of course this is worth it. Everything is worth it when you’re involved, Niall, everything.“ He smiles softly, leaning down to press a small kiss beside the corner of his mouth, before finally kissing his slightly chapped lips. He quickly pulls away, trying to not fall into the traps of Niall’s lips once again and smirks, the moment quickly broken as he pushes himself up higher and prods Niall’s cheek, "And secondly… Are you sure this is my Niall?! Where is this sappy, sensitive side coming from?!” Harry’s grinning as he finishes, chuckling as Niall pushes at his chest, pushing him off.

“You’re such a fucking prick,” Niall grins breathlessly, “I am sensitive! And can be soppy! You make me be soppy!” Niall sits up fully now, the covers slipping down to his waist, frowning as his phone buzzes. It’s a text from Laura; the LIC are meeting up tonight after Harry’s left and she’s just confirming the plans for later. He slowly types out a reply, sends it and goes to pull up Twitter.

Harry finds himself draping over Niall’s side and kissing his neck, reading Niall’s tweets as he does so. “I know you are, I’m sorry.” Harry smirks, letting Niall know that he’s not really sorry and goes back to laying down against the bed, Niall standing up as he does so, fully naked with only his arse on show.

“Hey, Niall?” Harry questions, smirking to himself at what he’s about to say.

Niall huffs, turning around having walked halfway to the bathroom.


“I think I know why this is the hottest day in a decade.”

Niall sighs, knowing that what Harry is about to say is going to be another one of his stupid jokes where he thinks he’s funny and that he will just have to laugh out of common decency and because when has he ever not laughed at one of Harry’s jokes? – ‘I’m only laughing because of how stupid that was, Haz. I’m sorry but you literally come up with the most random stuff!’

“Yeah? What is it then?” He looks directly at Harry, raising his eyebrows and crosses his arms, distracting Harry momentarily. “Well?” He probes, catching Harry’s attention once again.

“It’s because of you, Niall! Obviously!”

Niall snorts. “Right. Obviously. Please do remind me why that is though, Harry.”

“Have you seen yourself, Niall?! You’re hot stuff – you radiate heat, babe.”

Niall chuckles, shaking his head and looking at Harry fondly. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot.”

Niall smiles and says softly, scratching at his chest when he steps into the bathroom, Harry burying himself back into the covers despite it being so hot, “Yeah. You are.”


Niall hits the shower first because it’s too hot to shower together and Niall absolutely refuses to take cold showers, even when it’s hot - ‘Harry I am not fucking having a cold shower with you. I don’t care if it’s good for your hair and you believe it has some stupid, mucked up health benefits. – It doesn’t. They are completely stupid. It’s not going to happen. You can take as many cold showers alone as you want, but when you shower with me it’s going to be with warm water’ so Harry follows swiftly after.


The bedroom begins to get too hot around lunchtime, so Niall vacates to the living room and Harry follows promptly after. They part ways at the bottom of the stairs, Niall heading into the kitchen because he’s dying for a beer and is desperate for food whereas Harry’s not and so heads to the living room and begins to search for Niall’s huge stand-up fan. He finds it under the cupboard under the stairs and heaves it into the living room, setting it up by the coffee table and plugs it into the socket in the corner by Niall’s shelves. Niall has already found his way back to the sofa by the time Harry has done all of that and is leisurely leaning against the far arm in just his boxers, legs spread and a beer in his hand. He sets some vegetable crisps in a bowl on the table alongside some bananas, a water bottle and a few more beers.

“Come on,” he says softly, raising that arm that isn’t occupied by holding the beer and raises it in the air, allowing Harry to slip in between his legs and lay back against his chest. Harry is adorned in just boxers, himself and intertwines their legs together. Niall’s hand finds its way to Harry’s hair, runs through it as he looks down.

 “Wimbledon?” Niall questions and the younger boy nods, picking up the remote control and turns the TV on. He switches the channel quickly to BBC 2 and settles back against Niall’s chest, turning his head to watch the game, one hand on resting under his head on Niall’s chest and the other reaches for his water bottle.

They end up laying like that for the rest of the match, occasional comments being made between soft kisses. Niall’s hand never leaves Harry’s sweaty hair and Harry’s hand never leaves Niall’s chest, not caring that they are hot and sticky and that it’s uncomfortable. It’s them together, and it’s the only chance they’re going to get to do this until they’re back on tour so it doesn’t matter.


The match finishes at half past four and reluctantly they both get up and begin tidying the room. Crisps and bananas long gone and a collection of empty beer bottles and caps littering the table. Working as a team, it’s soon tidied up and Harry’s departure is getting closer.

Together they head up the stairs, Niall taking a seat on the bed as Harry finds some jeans and a white top to change into, tying his hair up into a bun as he goes. Niall watches him as he goes, watching the way his shoulders move under his t-shirt as he bends down to reach for his bag and collects discarded clothes across the room and the way he carefully folds each one to fit into the bag. His rings clink together as he zips up the bag and places it over his shoulder.

Harry heads over to his side of the bed (always the left) and unplugs his phone charger, slipping it into the side pocket of his bag and takes his phone off of the bedside, looking at Niall who’s looking back at him. “I guess it’s time, then.” He pronounces slowly.

“Yeah,” Niall replies softly, neither of them making an effort to move. His eyes dart to the bedside clock and he reads off the time. “It’s 4:50… The car is coming at 5?” Harry nods and Niall sighs - and at that Harry speaks up.

“It’s only for just under a week this time… It isn’t one of my long LA trips, Ni. Its – it’s do-able yeah? And you’ve got a pretty great week planned, don’t you – starting with tonight-”

Niall cuts in. “It still doesn’t make it easier Harry.”

“No. I know, I just. God it’s so hard to leave you, I have to assure myself that this is what needs to happen and that you’re going to have a good time otherwise I can’t- ” He pauses, sighing as he kneels down onto the bed opposite Niall. “Otherwise I can’t leave you. But I have to and that fucking sucks.”

It’s clear that Harry’s going to keep working himself up over this, and Niall can’t help but be frustrated at himself because of course he had to ruin their goodbye by working Harry up into feeling guilty and so he reaches out to him. (He was going to beforehand anyway, but he needs to now.)

Harry looks at him sadly and moves into his awaiting arms, burying his head into Niall’s shoulder, mumbling, “I’m Sorry.”

Niall shakes his head. “Harry, look. It’s not… It sucks, yeah? Of course it does but it needs to happen. We- It’s nice that it’s just us, and our friends and families, yeah? It’s good that we don’t have to voice this to the world and have to deal with all the problems that came along with that. It’s good that this is just us and all about us. And for us to do this we have to arrive separately and we have to try and throw people off. Soon we’ll be in the States and we’ll be touring and we can get away with hanging out together all the time. We can go golfing again!” He chuckles, remembering how last time Harry completely thrashed him but with his recent activities he’s gradually getting there and thinks he can give Harry a good run for his money, despite that bloody shot at The Masters with Rory, he is actually alright now.

“It’ll be okay.”

He’s unsure whether or not the last bit was for him or for Harry but by the looks of things, of how Harry has finally lifted his head from his shoulder and doesn’t look as if he’s going to breakdown any minute, he counts it as a success on both of their behalves.

Harry sniffs and smiles at him.

“I love you.”

Niall smiles back at him, leaning forward,

“I love you too,” he says softly, leaning in to give him a “proper” goodbye kiss.

Soon, it reaches 5 o’clock, and they keep kissing and ignoring the text message that Harry’s car has arrived. Harry needs this. Niall needs this – they both need this, so the chauffeur can wait.  

Harry ends up arriving and hour later than he was supposed to with his lips still slightly swollen. He stands there in a creased t-shirt, and with the looks that his family all give him, he’s pretty sure they all know why.

What we should be doing is getting a drink.

I made this last week. Idea was to draw a mix of tv show and the new comics Jim and John. Mainly cos they have killer hairstyles in the comics :’)
Not quite sure how good of a job I did in trying to make them look like Emmett and Matt tho…

Otherwise I’m kinda happy with this. Maybe I’ll try again some other day~

@DC please make trash crossover of these thanks

//i have, like… one or two threads that i’m able to dig up from awhile back, so i figured it’d be best to start clean (aside from plot-oriented stuff i had beforehand) with some simpler threads!

so… like for a starter!~

my drama teacher is the only adult i kno irl that knows im gay and the other day she made reference to that in a rly awesome respectful way and had to try rly hard not to cry