an excuse to do all grey

anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop


  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”


  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 


  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 


  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 


  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
Queen in the North {Pt. 5}

Originally posted by olivermellors

Requested: As always, by the loveliest people in the whole world

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: none that I can think of tbh

Word Count: 1,523

The past few days had tested your patience. When you were injured, Robb was content to sit by your bedside, reading for copious amounts of time. While he never complained for your benefit, you were beginning to suspect that he was growing stir crazy after being cooped up in his room for so long. The wound in his side was healing at a faster pace than anyone could have predicted, but Robb was still upset that he was not to overextend himself. You had done your best to keep him entertained, making sure that everyone dropped by to visit and finding him a book or two that you knew he would enjoy.  Unfortunately, it seemed that no matter what you tried, Robb would have much rather been out in the courtyard teaching Bran how not to shoot him in the side.

Somehow, you had managed to fool yourself into thinking he was content to laze around in his chambers until you found him attempting to sneak out of the castle and take a short ride on his horse. Thankfully, Grey Wind had all but taken your door off of the hinges before leading you to the stables so quickly that you were nearly sprinting to keep up.

When you found him struggling to saddle his horse and failing miserably to hide the blood seeping from the wound on his side, he only spared a quick glance at Grey Wind before reluctantly making his way back up to his room. You spared him the lecture after linking your arm in his, deciding that the look in his eyes after realizing how worried you were was proof enough that he had learned his lesson. But that didn’t make you feel any less rotten that he was going mad after being restricted to resting in his chambers for so long.

Which was exactly why Robb was sitting beside you at your morning needlepoint lesson with Sansa. It had been your life’s work to avoid attending, and the awful artwork in your hands was proof that you only attended after you received a scolding from Catelyn that was not nearly as scathing as it should have been. Unfortunately, Robb was usually your excuse to miss them, and he had begged you that morning to accompany you, if only to get out of his rooms for a bit.

“You know that I hate those blasted lessons.” You said softly, trying to ignore Robb’s pinky linking with yours, breaking down your will power to say no by the second.  

“I know that you do.” He said, in a tone that told you he wasn’t really sorry for attempting to persuade you to break him out of his room. “But I have been in here for forever-”

“You’ve been in here for a week, and no longer” you laughed.

“Well, that’s beside the point. I would very much like to no longer be in my rooms. I guess that I could take Grey Wind for a walk instead if you would prefer.” You felt his eyes shift from where your hands were lying on the bed to study your face. You allowed yourself a deep sigh before meeting his questioning gaze and nodding once. The smile on his face was enough to make you forget that spending your day practicing your needlepoint was the last thing in Westeros that you wanted to do.

You had been clumsily attempting to embroider the Stark Family Sigil on a handkerchief. You had done it many, many times before, but after not practicing from so long, your stitches were clumsy and it looked nothing like the direwolves that you loved. Grey Wind was sitting calmly at Robb’s feet, a lazy smile in his eyes. It was almost as if your favorite direwolf could sense your growing discomfort, and Grey Wind showed no sign of sympathy for you, choosing to nap lazily near Robb’s chair instead of coming to entertain you. Robb was content, sitting beside Sansa and working away at a design. You were growing antsy, wishing that you were tucked away in the library or laughing with Arya in the courtyard while she practiced with her sling shot. After an incident a few years ago, you were allowed nowhere near her favorite weapon, but nevertheless, Arya did love an audience.  

You glanced around the room to see that you weren’t the only one whose project was not coming along as planned. Most of the girls in the room seemed to have more interest in Robb’s presence than their assigned work. You were hopeful that they were simply intrigued by a new presence in the room, as opposed to being interested in your dearest friend.

You had tried your best to be attentive, but after a few hours, all that you had to show for yourself was half of a sloppily completed Stark Sigil. You sat your pitiful attempt at needlework beside you, resolving to work on it later. You met Robb’s eyes from across the circle, and you would have known that twinkle in his eyes anywhere. He was proud of himself. And when he showed you the needlework that you had thought was going to be a clumsy mess to reveal a beautifully sewn rose. Sansa announced that it was time for tea, but you were rooted to your seat. Robb came to sit by your side, sliding the needlepoint into your hands.

“I thought that you might like to keep that.” He said with a bit of a chuckle. “I will never live it down if Theon and Jon were to find out that I somehow managed to needlepoint a rose.”

You ran your fingers over the soft thread for a moment before asking “How did you manage such a beautiful rose? Lord knows that you’ve never picked up a needle in your life.”

“You know that I am a naturally talented person.” Robb said, only managing to keep a straight face for a few moments before throwing his head back, allowing a full-bodied laugh to echo around the room.

After a few moments, silence swallowed the room again, leaving you alone with Robb and your racing thoughts. After the past few days, you weren’t so sure that those two things were the best combination that you could have ended up encountering.

The two of you sat in silence for a long moment, before you glanced down at your hands, which had somehow already found each other while resting on the bench. You took a few moments to relax, basking in the warm sun of the early afternoon. It was an unusually warm day in Winterfell, and you could tell that Robb would have much rather been spending it out in the woods.

“I truly am sorry that you are all cooped up in the castle, you know.” you said, resting your head on Robb’s shoulder as he traced circles on the back of your hand.

“I know that it isn’t your fault, but I would give anything to take Grey Wind hunting today. You know that he loves to run in this kind of weather.”

“I know. But everyone is telling you that you need to rest.” You glanced up at him, grateful that he was focused on watching the light dancing on the windowpane. “Maybe you should think about listening to them.”

“Maybe they should think about listening to me.” Robb was holding in a laugh, knowing that him grabbing his side in pain was not going to help the case that he was trying to make. “I think that I have been on bed rest for long enough to justify a day trip.” Robb didn’t pause long enough for you to protest. “We wouldn’t even have to hunt. Grey Wind could come with us, just you, me, a small picnic. I’m going crazy stuck inside all day.”

“I don’t think that you getting onto a horse is the best thing that you could do for your side, Robb.” He was breaking you down, bit by bit, and if you didn’t find an excuse to say no, he was going to get his way.

“We wouldn’t even have to take the horses. The pond isn’t that far away, we could manage the walk, and I could do with the fresh air.” His eyes were lit up

“Robb, I don’t think that this is a very good idea.”

“I just want to make it up to you.” Robb was getting frustrated.

“I know that you want to make it up to me, but there is really nothing that you need to make up for. The best thing that you can do for me is to stay in bed, and to get better. That is all that I really want.”

The two of you were so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear Sansa coming in to inform the two of you that the tea was getting cold. However, she stopped short when she saw that the two of you still had not moved. Needless to say, the two of you did not make it to tea that day.

My Opinion on Maven Calore

I have wanted to get this of my chest for a while. If you don’t want to read that’s okay, but it might be worthwhile! If you read the whole thing then you are definitely my friend :) Without further ado: 

I fell for Maven Calore, just like Mare Barrow did in Red Queen. I did not immediately fall in love with Marecal at “Thief, Obviously”, and that I think is okay even though most of the fandom did. I was conflicted because at the time, I truly did believe Maven was with the scarlet guard and that Cal wasn’t. Yet Cal was still incredibly kind and sweet to Mare  Then we all know what happened, and I was incredibly angry with Maven and could not comprehend what had happened. 

Throughout Glass Sword, I felt like Mare did, falling more in love with Cal but then also missing a boy that never really existed. But then King’s Cage caused even more heartbreak! I tried so hard to separate the dream and the reality. King’s Cage gave us more insight into how twisted Maven truly is. As someone who suffers depression and anxiety, it often feels like there are two versions of me in my head. One that isolates and self deprecates, and another that tells me to be kind to myself. The fact that Maven truly does not know what is him and what is what Elara constructed is devastating. He has grown up with endless mental and probably physical abuse from his mother. He never felt like he was good enough, that he was a shadow, and I personally know how difficult it is to feel like you are not enough. He is constantly battling so many parts of himself, the desperation and confusion must be terrifying. He admitted to Mare in the bathtub scene that he knows it is his fault that they aren’t together. He shows regret in his eyes when he is marrying Iris. 

I also think the reason why Mare understands him so much is because they are really similar in personality in how they deal with pain and fear. When Maven scratches his hands to inflict physical pain, Mare recognizes that in herself as a substitute for mental pain. Both of them hate each other but no matter how hard they try they can’t let each other go. Their twisted love is so toxic. Like Mare said, if she was raised by someone like that, what would she become? What was Maven supposed to be? Mare could easily become a monster too, and often fears she already is one. Both have murdered. Both are broken. Just imagine if you loved someone, then killed them by accident, then loved another yet had that affection butchered and shattered by your own mother .If you were molded  to become someone else’s tool for their desires, to live a fate you never wanted.

I do not excuse Maven’s horrible actions, but my heart breaks for the tragedy he is. When people say Maven should die, etc. I understand where it is coming from. Hell, Mare wants to kill him. She had the chance to, but she couldn’t. She sees all the layers he has and how difficult it is for him to sort through them and find the truth. In his twisted way, he does love Mare, and that love is poison. I think we must remember that he is a brilliant villain, a beautiful tragedy, and very much grey rather than black and white, but still a broken boy. 



Happy Birthday to the absolutely incredible @alullabytoleaveby​.  I am late, but it’s not less filled with love for that.  For your birthday I give you, two dorks in love being domestic as hell.


Cas reads the cereal boxes.  The backs of them.  The long, indecipherable lists of the ingredients, and the percent daily calcium intake, and the weird little blurbs on the front with weird cartoon characters; Cas reads them all.  He reads them all painstakingly.   Dean knows this because he has been standing in the cereal aisle, watching Cas read the cereal boxes painstakingly for, he looks down and consults his watch, thirteen minutes and forty-three seconds.  It was cute for two minutes.  Cas had that little furrow between his brows and he was squinting as he read.  There was something just fucking…fucking endearing as shit about Cas giving that much attention to fucking breakfast food.  But Christ, it’s been fucking, Dean looks at his watch again, fourteen and a half minutes, and how long can the guy keep critiquing Tony the goddamn Tiger.  

“Casssssss,” Dean whines, “just pick one already, c’mon.”

Almost in slow motion, Cas lifts his head, looks at Dean, and raises one perfect eyebrow as if to say, “excuse you, foolish mortal.”

Dean blinks, for a moment struck dumb by Cas’ cocked eyebrow and challenging expression, before collecting his thoughts and forcing out an eye roll.

“We’ve been here for fifteen minutes,” he points out, “just grab a box and let’s go.  We don’t have all day.”

Cas’ eye brow ticks a centimeter higher because, no, actually, Dean, we do have all day. He’s gracious enough to not point that out.  Instead, he spreads his arms, Frosted Mini Wheats in one hand, Cocoa Pebbles in the other.  He looks vaguely lordly, loose fitting grey sweater, dark washed jeans, five o’clock shadow, and all.

“Dean,” he begins, “You may not have noticed, but we are standing in an aisle devoted to nothing but cereals—”

Oh shit, Dean thinks, here we go. 

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PRODUCE 101 Scenarios 2

Lee Woojin: I’m just like the rest of you guys! I’m grown hyungs!

Kang Daniel: Of course you are. You’re a big boy.

Ong Seungwoo: Totally! *pinches Woojin’s cheeks* Now go to bed its almost 9pm.


[Daehwi after filming episode 5]

Samuel: Do you want to talk about it?

Daehwi: I’m fine, not bothered at all. It’s honestly humbling and I feel grateful just being in the top 11 and this amazing opportunity, seriously hashtag new beginnings. Now excuse me I have to use the restroom.

*five minutes pass and he calls Samuel from the restroom*


[”Why do people vote for JANG Moonbok! I DON’T GET IT?!”]

Episode 1, F rank trainee’s get grey t-shirts, everyone else is really sad about it.

*Moonbok reaction*

Episode 5, Ahn Hyungseop reaction dropping one rank from 5-6th place.


What Do You Have To Lose?

 What’s holding you back? Why haven’t you started? Why did you quit? Why were you worried about failing? Why were you concerned with the opinions of others? Did your pride get in the way of you chasing your dreams? I’d like to ask you one question - what do you have to lose by trying?

So what if you fail? Try again. So what if people project their opinions onto you for trying? Ignore them. So what if it’s hard? Keep in mind why you’re doing it. There are no excuses other than the ones you create for yourself. What do you have to lose by trying?

There are no guarantees in this life other than the fact that it will end. You don’t have the luxury of saying “one day I’ll do it” because you may not live to see that day. We are on a rock flying around a ball of fire in the middle of space - what do you have to lose by trying? 

If you’re lucky enough to live until you’re old and grey you will regret all of those opportunities you didn’t take. Do you want to be haunted by all of those what-ifs and maybe’s? Or would you rather take action today and save yourself the pain of regret? What do you have to lose by trying?

Maybe you don’t feel like it, maybe you’re tired, maybe you’re not inspired - maybe you just don’t want it enough. Only you can decide this for yourself - no one else can tell you what’s right for you. Only you will have to face your reflection in the mirror every day and justify to yourself why you didn’t live the life you wanted to live.

Constructs of the egoic mind such as pride, your reputation and validation from others can be difficult to set aside while chasing your dreams. So, I ask you - what do you have to gain by trying? 

When I focused on what I could gain instead of what I had to lose my whole life changed and I began to pursue my passions. I gained fulfilment, love for myself and a sense of purpose for my life.

Focus on everything you stand to gain, not what you have to lose.

Peace & positive vibes.

anonymous asked:

That little fic you wrote was so good. Have more confidence in your ability to write because you can xx Could you write a little fic about them cooking something together, and Aaron being basically useless so Robert relegates him to being the stirrer and washer upper :)

without breaking eggs

“No, Aaron! Fold it in!”

“I am folding!”

“No you’re stirring, there is a difference! Stop being so inept!”

“Don’t be a dick, Rob.”

Robert’s not quite sure how they got here; their lives used to be full of angry sex in high class hotels, biting words and glares from across the crowded pub. But here they are now.

It’s early Sunday afternoon, Aaron’s hair is still sleep soft, curls almost wrapping around his forehead, the creases from his pillow still faint on the side of his cheek. Neither have bothered to change out of their pyjamas, Liv at a sleepover with Gabby, so theres no one here to judge Robert for wearing Aaron’s hoodie when his husband is right next to him, he isn’t a “soppy bastard”, no matter what Liv says. 

It’s dim outside, grey clouds are covering probably the entirety of Yorkshire, a perfect excuse to stay inside and do nothing.

Aaron’s idea of doing nothing is having sex on the sofa, and then in the bath and then maybe again in their actual bed, then watching ‘Top Gear’ reruns until nightfall and falling asleep on the sofa.

Robert’s idea is to make a soufflé. Of course it is.

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J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Luthien Tinuviel (Silmarillion, “Of Beren and Luthien”):

“…her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight…and in her face was a shining light.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Elrond (FoTR, “Many Meetings”):

“His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Arwen (FoTR, “Many Meetings”):

“… there sat a lady fair to look upon, so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred. Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no  frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night.”

Now I’m not saying Elrond looks exactly like a male version of the two most beautiful women in the history of Middle Earth except wait yes that’s exactly what I’m saying

and also why do fanartists never portray this in all its imaginative glory I thought you guys were all about reveling in Tolkien’s glorious excuse to draw male elves who are so pretty it hurts, why not the most canon one?

So I made this woman in Target feel really uncomfortable about the Fifty Shades of Grey movie/book series, basically, here was the conversation:

Me: *Standing at the checkout counter and reading National Geographic, there’s a Fifty Shades Darker book lying nearby, someone must’ve left it there*

Woman: *taps me on shoulder, gestures at book* “Excuse me, are you buying that? I was thinking about reading them, what with the movie coming out and all…”

Me: “No, I s'pose someone just left it there…”

Woman: “So do you think they’re any good? The Fifty Shades books, I mean…”

Me: *looks woman dead in the eye as I pay for my magazine* “No, the whole Fifty Shades series is, in my opinion, an awful story about an unhealthy relationship based on fear and full control, both of which are horribly inaccurate portrayals of a safe, sane, and consensual  BDSM relationship. The book shouldn’t even be called Fifty Shades of Grey, it should be called Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse, because that is precisely the type of relationship that is portrayed in those books. E.L. James should be ashamed of herself for writing such a story.”

Woman: “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t uh…” *babbles awkwardly and walks away, clearly embarrassed*  

Cashier: *nods* “You know, I told the woman who was originally buying that book the same thing, and as a survivor of domestic violence, I’m proud of you for being one of the few young folks that can actually see that book for what it is… here’s your magazine…” *looks at my crucifix necklace*  "And have a blessed day.“

I ain’t even sorry about that other woman, she asked for my thoughts and I dropped the mic on her 

first: i’m going to assume you’re super new around here if you’re just now getting the memo that i like hansy. it is the year of our lord 2016, friend, you are incredibly late to the party.

second: keep your hands, arms, legs, and feet inside the ride at all times, and do not exit until you are explicitly instructed to do so. it’s about to get a little bumpy.

*cracks knuckles*

if you genuinely think hansy is “disrespectful” to canon, you haven’t been paying very much attention to canon. i know what rowling has said/not said about pansy parkinson—how she essentially wrote her as a one-dimensional placeholder for every Adolescent Mean Girl ever—but that isn’t canon to me. want to know why?

pansy spends the majority of the series as one of draco malfoy’s lackeys; a literal hanger-on; she’s barely an individual, and when she is given speaking lines, she’s petty and mean and the embodiment of several highly unflattering stereotypes. she coos at draco, she giggles a lot, she wears a frilly pink dress to the yule ball. she likes unicorns. she’s clearly written as the Anti-Hermione, and while i certainly have thoughts about that, they’re beside the point. pansy is not an individual. she is, at best, a caricature of a teenage girl, an easy-to-hate amalgam of a dozen different negative traits that harry, our most unreliable of narrators, is particularly critical of. she is not an individual.

until she is.

i honestly can’t fathom why rowling picked pansy parkinson, of all the available tertiary characters at hogwarts, to be the only one to speak up and try to hand harry over to voldemort. i can only guess that it was intended to be another nail in her Mean Girl coffin, but the older i get, and the more nuanced the implications of that act become, the more i start to wonder.

why would a girl who, historically, was perfectly content to follow draco malfoy around—again, she was not an individual—why would she stand out in a crowd? why would she go against the grain so dramatically? was she desperate? okay. why? was she frightened? okay. why? was it a commentary on war in general, that it had fundamentally altered something inside of this non-character, this girl without a personality? what were her motivations? why was she alone in wanting to stop this battle before it started?

it’s an absolutely fascinating about-face for the character.

and it certainly sheds an interesting light on what the dynamic between her and harry might have looked like had it ever been explored.

which—back to hansy.

despite sirius black’s words of wisdom—“we all have both light and dark inside of us, harry”—harry doesn’t really buy into the duality of human nature at any point in the series. even snape, one of the most morally grey characters behind dumbledore, has to be proven a long-standing double agent, a spy for The Good Guys, before he’s given any kind of in-text redemption. harry sees the world in strict delineations of black-and-white. dumbledore’s rampant shadiness is excused because, ultimately, he was trying to do the Right Thing. snape’s completely broken moral compass is excused because, ultimately, he was trying to do the Right Thing. harry values these grand gestures enough, posthumous or otherwise, that he literally names his children after these men. (what’s that? a grand gesture?) harry doesn’t ever learn how to fully appreciate an approach to problem-solving that isn’t rooted in bravery—in these huge, sweeping, powerful acts of gallantry and sacrifice. the subtleties of surviving a war are lost on him, and that’s a very real, very relatable flaw in his character.

which is why i love the potential of hansy.

there’s nothing unequal about how their relationship would have to pan out. they would each have to grow, and change, and compromise. i can’t emphasize that enough. so often in shipping culture, especially when there’s an ideological disparity between the two characters in question, there’s this theme of one saving the other, or fixing them, or teaching them, and it always leaves a sour taste in my mouth. relationships are about give and take. balance. harry and pansy are depicted as radically different in virtually every way. just putting post-war versions of them in the same room would result in friction, and given enough time, i like to think certain aspects of the other’s character would bleed out a little bit. make them both wonder.

because harry would have to start understanding that there are layers to people, to their motives and their weaknesses—and their strengths, even. blanket statements and generalizations about slytherins, about enemies, are inherently wrong. there’s nuance to everyone and everything. so often in canon, he glosses over the details and relies on hermione to point them out. i would love a harry who grows up and realizes that the people around him aren’t shaped precisely as he’s always thought they were.

similarly, pansy’s perception of the world—as well as harry & co.—is also pretty narrow. we know significantly less about how her mind works than we do about how harry’s does, so there’s some obvious room for interpretation here, but even with a bare-bones, totally factual reading of her character, we can infer that she’s as disdainful of gryffindors as they are of slytherins. she surrounds herself with people who share her prejudices, and she’s smart. (she’s a prefect, remember?) she latches onto draco malfoy with alacrity—wealthy, politically savvy, pureblood draco malfoy—and, if her act of rebellion at the end of the series is any indication, she has no qualms about placing her own well-being above that of everyone else. i quite like the idea of a pansy parkinson who just doesn’t get it, doesn’t get why harry was willing to die to save the world, doesn’t get why anyone was willing to die to save him. i like the idea of a pansy who learns to see the bigger picture.


hansy is important. in canon, outside of canon—they’re two characters who could have a positive impact on each other, whose wildly opposing viewpoints could clash, and then settle, and then meld.

hope this was helpful.


Pride | one

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word count: 1475

main pairing: Yoongi x Reader

warnings: angst, mentioning of sex & alcohol 

A/N: tell me if you want tagged & enjoy!

You reeked of him. The guy’s cologne was too strong and now it lingered on you, passed on when the two of you were…busy.
Or maybe you were just being over-sensitive, paranoid. 

Soon enough, however, you forgot all about that as you snatched the heels off of your feet. You didn’t particularly care about doing the walk of shame home, too relieved to have them off.  Besides, it wasn’t a particularly busy night. You only passed by 2 people, both too busy avoiding eyes with a ‘ drunk girl ‘ to look at your feet.

This carefree mindset changed, however, when you stood in front of the door to your apartment. Now that you knew he was inside, you were too hesitant to do anything.

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Like A Glove

Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)/OC. For Anon: You and him were together but you couldn’t trust him to be a one-woman man and ended things. He gets drunk and interrupts your date, almost beating the shit out of the guy who did nothing wrong except touch your arm, and you end up letting him sleep it off on your couch. Come morning when he’s sober, you two reconcile and smut.

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The Clan (Minhyuk Fanfiction)

Genre: Dystopian AU, romance, adventure

Summary: A dystopian AU based off of All In. It follows certain events from the music video in addition to a minhyuk love story so we can all pretend we’re part of the story when we’re actually not cries 

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7/Ch.8/Ch.9/Ch.10/Ch.11/Ch.12/Ch.13/Ch.14Epilogue/ Special Chapter!

Intermission (Wonho Fanfiction)/First Serve (Kihyun Fanfiction)/Follow Me (Changkyun Fanfiction)/ Marry Me at The Space Station (Minhyuk/Mysme Fanfiction)

Chapter One: A Prologue

     The streets outside were silent. This was considered normal in this day and age. You’d only ever heard of busy roads, bustling with people when you were younger through the stories your parents told you of their childhood. But those times were gone now.

     Sitting in your tiny bedroom, you tried to ignore the shouting coming from the living room. They were at it again. Your uncle and older brother, Hyungwon, were always like this. None of them would ever explain to you what was going on. Their choice of words during their arguments didn’t help you comprehend either. However, violence was your uncle’s main and only mechanism in solving their fallouts, and Hyungwon would always suffer a blue bruise on his eye or a deep cut on his lips in the end.

     In those moments that you were curled up in your warm bed, blocking out the world, you allowed your thoughts to drift away to a sad place. If your parents were still alive, would this be happening? Would you have lived a happier life? Why did they have to go out on that damn night?

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Low-key Lucretia? Taking these pants for a test drive before I wear em all day at a con. Going for a wanderer vibe for Her! All that’s left is making the bracer and a brooch for the cloak.

Anonymous said:Being Darry Curtis’s best friend would include?? (Best best BEST friends where it always looks like you two are in a relationship, but aren’t, and still you guys can always use each other as fake partners to avoid being hit on idk! Thankya anyway!)

A/N: Yeah of course, lovely! I love Darry, he’s pretty awesome and being his best friend would be totally badass. I wrote this on paper earlier when my computer was acting funny, so I hope that this is what you were looking for anon! Please enjoy!

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Being Darry Curtis’s best friend would include:

- Bringing the good out of Darry.

- Darry not being so cold all of the time.

- Everyone thinking that the two of you are dating.

- “We ain’t dating, Sodapop. For the last time!

- Darry always picking you up and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder.

- “Darry! Put me down!

- “No way!

- Helping Darry out when he needs it, - even if he declines your help-.

- “No way, (Y/N)!

- “Too bad!

- Darry is your pretend boyfriend whenever a creepy guy flirts with you.

- “Hey, baby. Who’s this?

- “Oh! No one, baby. He was just leaving.

- Darry threatening your terrible ex boyfriends.

- “Listen, punk. If you don’t leave (Y/N) the hell alone, we’ll have a serious problem on our hands.

- “Watch yourself! Don’t you talk about (Y/N) like that. Have some god damn respect for her, you good for nothin’ bum!

- You always being Darry’s pretend girlfriend when girls don’t get the message that Darry isn’t into them.

- “Awe, baby! I finally found you. Where ya been?

- “Nowhere, just chatting.

- “Wanna go home, sweetie?

- “Sure.

- The girl would never bother him again.

- Darry always teasing you.

- “Quit it, Darry!

- “Awe, you’re blushin’ harder than a sun dried tomato!

- “Darry!

- You helping Darry smile a hell of a lot more.

- You teasing Darry.

- “You’re like an old man.

- “Oh really?

- “Yup! I think I see grey hairs from all that worryin’ you’ve been doin’ recently.

- Darry actually checking if he has grey hair.

- Darry going to you whenever things get too much for him.

- You going to Darry when you need someone.

- Darry being soft with you.

- Treating each other like siblings.

- Heated arguments and fights.

- “You’re so immature, (Y/N)!

- “Excuse me for not worrying myself grey, old man.

- “Shut up!

- “No, you shut up!

- But always rekindling things and being best friends again.

- “I’m not here to argue with you, (Y/N).

- “Then what do you want?

- “I’m here to apologise.

- “Then say it.

- “I’m sorry, (Y/N).

- “I’m sorry too, Darry.

- Tight hugs that make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

- Horsing around like kid-sisters and kid- brothers would do.

- Darry teaching you how to do back flips.

- Always having each other’s backs.

- Knowing how to play football and being real good at it.

- Not being afraid to get dirty.

- “I don’t know what I’d do with you, Darry.

- “I don’t know what I’d do without you either, (Y/N).

- Darry driving you home whenever he can.

- Always doing small things for each other.

Please keep requesting imagines! If you like it, please follow for more.

Tumblr seems to have this really toxic black and white mentality where somebody in the argument HAS to be in the right all of the time?? It doesn’t work that way?? Like you can all be shitty and wrong. People who think they’re right are capable of the most terrible shit because they feel justified and you need to just sit and think about what the Fuck You Are Doing. Just because you have a point isn’t an excuse to be a nasty ass son of a bitch and if you think I’m not talking to you right now then you’ve either said nothing ever or I FUCKING WELL AM DIRECTING THIS AT YOU.

Simon sneers

This is my AU little thing for the Carry On Countdown (@carryon-countdown ) pastel/punk prompt. I combined it slightly with yesterday’s opposite day prompt because Simon is pining after Baz and most people I’ve talked to have punk!Baz and pastel!Simon but idk. Enjoy, lovelies!

Simon was seething. That fucking angel of a boy thought he could get away with whatever the hell he wanted by batting his eyes and adjusting his stupid flower crown at the teacher, while Simon took the fall for everything he did and didn’t do because he wore a goddamn leather jacket and dyed his hair.

Baz flounced (Simon could think of no other word for the way he walked) back into his seat, winking at the punk as he did. Simon sneered at him, ignoring the light blush seeping into his cheeks. He HATED Baz. That’s why he stared at him. That’s why he was always on his mind. That’s why he thought about him at night when he-

“Simon! Are you with us or not?”

Simon snapped abruptly back into reality as the teacher called him out. “Oh, um, yessir,” he mumbled, fighting back the blush as it made its return. “Sorry, got distracted thinking about, um… maths.”

The teacher laughed at him and moved on, causing Simon to growl low in his throat. If Baz had made the same dumbass excuse, he’d get away with it. Fuck all this, he was done.

Pushing his chair back with a clatter, Simon swung his bag over his shoulder and began walking out of the room. He responded to the teacher’s shouts for him to return with a middle finger behind him. He stormed through the halls of his shitty high school to his locker, where he could dump his stuff and get out of there.

Before he could do anything, he felt a hand tracing his shoulders. He turned to see Baz, in all his flouncy glory. His grey eyes sparkled, and his tanned skin seemed to glow. Simon shook his head at the thought and sneered at Baz. “What are you doing here? Isn’t our lovely teacher missing his favorite pet?”

Baz laughed, showing two of the cutest dimples Simon had ever seen. “I told that idiot that I was going to ‘calm you down.’ However, you seem more agitated now that I’m here.”

“I AM more agitated now  you’re here. How observant of you, Basilton! No wonder you get all A’s.” Simon sarcastically. Baz just giggled at him and slipped in between Simon and his locker. Simon’s breath caught in his throat at Baz’s face so close to his own. Simon’s blue curls fell into his face, only to be pushed back by Baz’s slender hands. “Get- off of me,” Simon said weakly. They both knew he didn’t mean it, and Baz giggled at him again.

“You sure you want that, sweetheart?” Baz mumbled, tightening his grip slightly on Simon’s hair. Simon took a deep, shuddering breath. He had imagined this too many times, seen it too many times in his dreams, wishing it to be real. Now it was, he didn’t know what to do. Baz could see his hard, cold front melting and falling away as he looked at the beautiful boy in front of him. Simon shook his head again to clear it, focusing on the grey eyes in front of him. Tentatively, he reached out and put his hands on Baz’s hips, pulling him closer, until their chests touched. Baz melted into Simon slightly, threading his arms around his shoulders. Simon looked at him, his blush now full blown across his cheeks and nose.

“I could never want that,” Simon breathed out. Baz smiled, his eyes fluttering closed.

Simon closed his eyes, took a breath, and leaned in.

WIP meme

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by @annawrites and @spanglebangle! This is probably the funniest thing ever, let’s see how long this ends up:


  • sickeningly sweet (like honey), andreil kid au in which the foxes are silly children who love and support each other and Dad Wymack is constantly exasperated by his kids’ antics; constantly being put off in favour of aus of this au or weird future contemplations
    • shades of purple (this one’s a bruise), andreil kid au oneshot, part smut but mostly embarrassing fluff
    • the Wymack family backstory and Dan’s future
  • double scoop, andreil ice cream au where Neil is the hot guy serving ice cream
  • continuations for the FMA au (first kiss involving Neil being a martyr and some belated world-building) and the andreil blind date au (first date to the movies)
  • prompts (cries because these have been in my inbox for so long)
    • andreil long distance sex
    • Andrew cheating (no angst, I promise)
    • WTNV au
    • Elementary au (a bunch of friendship things)
    • playground au (an alternative kid au which is somehow even sillier than the original)
    • guardian angel au (featuring a weird capitalist angel society)
    • andreil doing nice things for each other
    • andreil internet friends au
  • the war is won, this really dumb oneshot I’ve been thinking about for months, entirely about Neil being old and lame and loving it
  • weighted shoulders, a set of separate Andrew + Neil oneshots focused on changes


  • album art for an INCREDIBLE TTOTS playlist (by @lukesunburn), stay tuned b/c I’m going to be promoting it like crazy soon
  • I’m Still Here lyricstuck, comic, I can’t remember what I normally call it :/ Andrew-centric and hopefully not as sad as I first thought it was
  • art for other people’s fics…
  • I want to try some animated illustrations?? probably going to be soft andreil or foxes
  • Big Bang art, which isn’t due yet, but I really want to do a couple of concept sheets for the characters
  • au stuff??? idk if I want to write or draw, but probably FMA au (Ishvalan Renee!!), vigilante au (morally grey superhero Neil and supervillian Andrew), kingdom au (spy/knight Andrew busts Prince Nathaniel out of his father’s castle and they take down the neighboring kingdom with help from the Foxes),,,
  • that one “why do we have to fight the monster” post
  • a quick comic with the really cute cat goalie video
  • a dumb Renee + Andrew doodle
  • andreil at a banquet (excuse to draw them looking hella fine)
  • all of my other wips (I’ve posted a bunch of them already)
  • idk whatever I end up starting while procrastinating on the above ^^
  • the HQ!! Shut Up And Dance lyricstuck that I might have discontinued, I honestly don’t know


  • a house, an actual 1:8 scale model of the wood framing for a small house, made of hand-milled cedar (which I may or may not be allergic to??), nail-gun holes where I missed, and my tears; for class and as something to maybe have for future portfolios

Tagging @badacts, @exysexual, @coldcigarettes, @lukesunburn, @lazyleezard, @nekojitachan, and whoever else has some cool wips that need to be shared

AU Regulus went to go see Sirius when he decided he was done being a Death Eater, instead of trying to kill Voldemort himself.

“How was the wedding, brother?”

Sirius just got back from his best friends’ wedding and was about to light his cigarette when he heard the voice he thought he’d never hear again. Whipping around, still with a fag pressed between his lips, he found his brother leaning nervously on his cupboard in his kitchen, his head bowed down as the younger Black focused his eyes on his shoes. It had been four years since the last time they talked to each other, and two years since the last time they saw each other. The first thing Sirius noticed from his brother was how thin little Reggie got, his Death Eater robes swallowing his slight figure. Regulus was always shorter and thinner than Sirius, but, like all other Blacks, his brother was much bigger than normal people. And, no matter how hard Sirius tried to deny, he did worry about Regulus.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius said slowly, taking the lone fag from his mouth. “H-how…how did you find me?”

Regulus gave a small smile as he lifted his head to finally meet his older brother’s eyes. “Before you left, I put a Tracking Charm on your broom because I knew you would always keep it with you. Thought that one day I’d finally see you were right all along.”

The Marauder was impressed. Tracking Charms were very difficult to cast for an underage, and if Sirius counted it correctly, Regulus was fourteen when he put the Charm on Sirius’ broom. He tried to hide it though, and kept questioning his brother. “You haven’t answered me, Regulus. What the fuck are you doing here?”

The smile instantly dropped from Regulus’ face, taken over by the same scared-look he always had whenever Sirius caught him snooping around his things (Merlin, that felt like eons ago). Swallowing heavily, Regulus answered his brother with a small voice. “I left him. I- I left Voldemort. I couldn’t…I couldn’t stand being a Death Eater anymore. I’ve that doubt for rather sometime actually, but I wasn’t brave enough to do what was the right thing. I mean, I’m not you, Sirius.”

“So? What does that suppose to mean?”

“Well, there’s a reason why you were in Gryffindor and I was in Slytherin - and I believe it wasn’t only because you were rebelling against our parents. Anyways… I kept quiet for three years, doing everything he told me to do, until that day he nearly killed Kreacher to get what he wanted. He- he would stop at nothing till he conquered the world, and I finally realised that you were right.”

If Regulus hoped that Sirius would accept his explanation right away, then he was awfully mistaken. Narrowing his eyes at his brother, Sirius said, “It took him nearly killing that disgusting creep for you realise I was right all along? That this Pureblood supremacy thing was fucking bullshit?

“No,” Regulus quickly said, realising he’d made a mistake. “It wasn’t only-”

“And why the hell did it take you another year to finally come and find me? Did you have a sudden change of heart again? Too scared that Voldy would catch you going behind his back and-”

“I was trying to find his weakness. Apparently, he has one and-”

“Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that,” Sirius scoffed. “If Voldemort had a weakness, Dumbledore would find it first, and not you. Thus, this must be a trap. Congratulations though, Reg, you almost got me fooled. Now get the fuck out of here before I-”

“I saw you nearly died at his hand!” Regulus yelled, catching Sirius off his guard. “I was there during the Hogsmeade attack, and I saw him sending a curse at your way. It was luck that your girlfriend the McKinnon girl was quick enough to deflect because…” He stopped abruptly and let a shuddering breath. He was breathless from his little speech as small blush came to his face.

“Because what?” Sirius whispered, his own breath choking in his throat. If what he thought was correct, than that would mean-

“You are my brother, Sirius,” the younger Black said in a small smile, giving his older brother a teary-smile. “No matter what happened in the past, you still are my brother and I love you.”

There were only a few times that anyone ever saw Sirius Black at loss for words, too shocked to make a coherent speech. It was something really rare to happen to the Black Heir because he was always the one who was great with words. But, when he heard what Regulus told him, those three words they often told each other when they were much, much younger, Sirius had no idea what to say. His eyes looked deeply into his brother’s grey eyes, so similar like his own mercury ones, and found that, after all that had happened, Sirius had always loved his brother too.

“Sirius? Sirius, say something,” Regulus said, wringing his hands together, a trait he shared with their cousin Narcissa. “Sirius, please.”

Blinking furiously (because no, he wasn’t crying), Sirius said, “Do you want coffee? Or something stronger?”

Excuse me?” Regulus said incredulously, eyes wide as saucers.

“I have Elf-wine if you want. Stole it from the wedding,” Sirius continued casually as he made his way to the kitchen, bustling around to find the wine and two glasses, completely ignoring the look on his brother’s face.

In the end, Regulus understood what Sirius was doing. Wiping his own tears as a wide smile began to form on his face, Regulus said, “Elf-wine would be great. And I’d make us something to eat if you’d show me where everything is.”

And so, the Black brothers began to prepare for a late-dinner before spending the whole night talking about trivial stuffs like Quidditch. Everything was going smoothly, as if nothing had happened in the past four years.