and actually writing new stuff

Phil’s return

Genre: Fluff.

Wordcount: 560.

Warnings: non.

Summary: Phil gets home at 2 am from a trip and he and Dan missed each other very much.

Notes from me: This is a very short piece, I wrote it in one go, but I kept working on it for days, there may come more to it some day. Some thanks goes to my friend @apollodiangelo for once again reading some shit I send you.

It was 2 am, Dan stretched his arms while he stood up from the coach, mentally preparing himself for sleeping. His neck hurt from sitting in his browsing position too long. He walked to the kitchen to get a cup of tea, when he heard the creaking sound of the front door. ‘Phil?’ Dan said, voice raw of not talking for a long time. No response. Dan walked down the stairs, again calling his boyfriend’s name. 'Is that you Phil?’ When he arrived at the door he saw that is was open and there stood Phillip Lester.

'Jesus Christ, Phil, you scared the hell out of me.’ Phil looked up to the younger man, who was standing halfway up the stairs 'I missed you so much Dan, it was horrible without you.’ 'Oh no!’ Dan replied while walking down the stairs 'shall I make you some tea?’ he asked. Phil nodded. While helping the other man out of his wet coat Dan sighed 'I’m glad you’re back, the house was so empty without you here.’ Phil smiled at him ‘I’m happy to see that you’re still alive.’ Dan laughed ‘It was hard, I can tell you that.’

Phil stepped towards his boyfriend and put his arms around the younger man’s waist ‘I missed you so much’ he whispered while leaning forward, pressing his nose against Dan’s. ‘I missed you too’ Dan whispered looking into the green-blue-yellow eyes of the older man. ‘So, so, so, so, much’ Phil whispered, but it disappeared into Dan’s mouth while he kissed him. Dan put his arms around Phil to pull him closer and their bodies melted together, they became one. While the kiss got more passionate Phil put his hands in Dan’s hair and softly went through his hair, like he needed to remember exactly how every hair was shaped.

‘Just one second’ Dan said completely out of breath trying to create a little bit space between the two of them, but failing his attempt, because he was pressed against the wall by Phil’s entire body. ‘Wha?’ Phil mumbled leaning into Dan again, trying to kiss him. ‘I just’ Dan put his hands between their chests and pulled at Phil’s t-shirt ‘I just love you so damn much, Phil, and I feel like’ he looked down. Phil put a finger under Dan’s chin, forcing him to look at him. Dan looked desperate ‘Dan, what’s going on?’ Phil asked looked the younger boy in the eyes.

‘Would you please give me some space?’ Dan replied ‘I can’t breath.’ ‘Okay?’ Phil said while he stepped back a bit. ‘Thank you’ Dan murmured ‘Now, Phil, the past days have made me realise something, I can not be longer than a few hours without you, and I don’t want to either, we have spend quite some years together, and I want much, much more to come, if I need to be honest, I want to spend the rest of the years to come with you.’

Phil grasped for air ‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’ Dan got a little black box out of his pocket and sat down on one knee ‘Phillip Micheal’ ‘yes!’ Phil practically screamed. ‘Will you at least let me ask you properly?’ Dan said jokingly ‘Oh, yes, of course’ Phil coughed his big smile away. ‘Phillip Micheal Lester, will you marry me?’

God today has been a good day but also really exhausting bc a lot of stuff and walking going on (or well, more walking than I usually do haha) but!!! I have great life news that you can find in the tags below haha

i haven’t written about school here in a while so here come some tags

20 Things about Leia Organa and Ships

phil said she wanted pilot-Leia headcanons. And by the Great Cosmic Egg I am here to provide. (Honestly I’m pretty sure I think about this way too much. It is high time I share some of my thoughts.)

~1) When she was eight, she begged Captain Antilles to teach her how to fly the Tantive IV. (He found two things out that day: 1) Leia Organa was quite possibly the cutest kid he had ever met; 2) One day Leia Organa would make a fantastic politician.) Though she was still too young to properly learn how to fly the Corvette, Antilles spent the entirety of the voyage taking her around the bridge (carrying her and lifting her up when necessary), teaching her about what each of the controls did, the basics of navigation, and a hundred other things that pilots needed to know in order to fly safely. (He was shocked at how much she actually understood and retained.)

~2) When she was thirteen and traveled to Coruscant with her father, she finally convinced Captain Antilles to properly teach her how to fly the Tantive IV.

~3) After the Alliance makes it off Yavin, and they finally settle down into their new base, Leia goes to find Luke. “I want to learn how to pilot an X-Wing,” she tells him bluntly. “Will you teach me?

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looking at the concept art of padme with either one of the twins on her back for ‘revenge of the sith’ im desperate for an au where padme doesn’t die right after mustafar 

  • padme goes to mustafar with intentions of killing anakin [see here for elaborations
  • anakin would definitely still force choke her, but this time instead of taking forever fighting anakin, obi wan’s intentions would be on getting back to padme no matter what
  • when obi wan gets back to padme and the ship, he leaves anakin with both of his legs chopped off on a platform that’s set to fall into the lava within eight minutes (chancellor palpatine manages to get him out before that happens resulting in anakin fully taking on his role as darth vader after realizing anyone he cared about will betray him)
  • padme gives birth to luke and leia, and despite being tired beyond belief, completely broke up and furious about her plan failing, lives to fucking fight another day
  • the intended plan is to give leia and luke to their respective adoptive homes when they’re one month old
  • padme spends two days with owen, beru and the twins before leaving luke with them, meaning a short home holomovie that they’ll both receive on their eleventh birthday 
  • before this though, it results in padme crushing rumors of her death and bringing forward the truth to half the galaxy all while caring for the twins in the background. even though it’s no one’s business, she does reveal that while she was pregnant, her child died in childbirth. everyone, even the naberrie family believes her
  • respective wills are made, letters are written and she tries to be as prepared as she can for them if she has to go on a mission and fails to come back but when she dies the day after she leaves leia with breha and bail, the tears seen on the streets of naboo are nothing compared to the wails of baby luke and leia naberrie-skywalker
  • [[[basically what i wanted was padme jogging down the streets undercover with a baby on her back, and another baby on her front, while shooting at her enemies ok is that too much to ask???]]]
sam and I just spent a good two+ hours talking about 3rd division symbolism

and we actually found so much new stuff that I’m going to write two long posts soon.

1. Hidden Symbolism, Translations, and Themes of Third Division Characters

2. Themes of Femininity And Gender In Third Division 

Gonna be talking about everything, from their names, to links to Noh theatre, the themes of snakes and birds, music, poetry, etc

That first one will be shorter than the “gender” one, so that’s gonna be written first.

And all with sources and translators notes by sam!

Actually… I might try to write something new with my angel stuff… It’s pretty much my own little fandom where I’m already coming up for fanfics for my own thing lmao!!!

Calum Hood - Moonlight And Rooftops

A/N - This was posted originally on my old writing blog hashtagsandbrokenrecords, but because of reasons I had to delete that blog. So yeah, I hope you like this one! I will be posting the stuff I posted on there on here now, whilst I try to find time to actually write some new stuff <3


“Meet me on the roof” was all the text read, as I turned over in my bed. I’d laid there all day and I wasn’t sure what I’d actually done with my day. I sighed, climbing out of bed and finding a pair of flannel shorts and a discarded hoodie to put on over my tank top and underwear. I fluffed my hair up slightly in the mirror but I didn’t bother with makeup, knowing it would be dark up there and he wouldn’t mind in anyway. I grabbed the pair of converse and slipped them on with ease, grabbing my phone and cigarettes as I left my crappy flat and made my way up to the roof.

“I sent you that text an hour ago.” Calum called to me, when I opened the door and slipped out into the cold air. I flipped him off, moving to sit in the other one of the old abandoned deck chairs that no-one knew how they’d got there.

“I was sleeping.” I mumbled, pulling out a fag and lighting it quickly, inhaling the smoke with relief. My day had involved me not wanting to even get up to have a smoke and I was needing it.

“You’re always sleeping these days Y/N, how do you still have a job?” Calum chuckled, taking the cigarette out of my fingers and taking a drag. He closed his eyes contentedly as he leaned back in the chair, before opening them up again to meet mine.

“I turn up when I have to and I work hard. They didn’t need me today, so I took full advantage of that.” I shrugged, looking out over the top of the roof at the busy city lights. “What do you even do with your days off anyway?”

“I write, I sleep, I eat.” Calum laughed now, a full chest laugh, making me smirk. We’d met when we both had found ourselves up on the roof at 3am one Friday evening; his deck chair on the opposite side of the roof to mine. We’d spent the entire night talking, our chairs slowly moving closer together until they met in the middle and they hadn’t moved for 3 months. He’d been out on tour for those months, so I’d had no reason to find myself up here. He’d given me his number that night, but he’d never texted me until tonight.

“That’s only a little more productive than me.” I sighed, finishing my cigarette and stubbing it out before pulling my legs up onto the chair, and resting my chin on my knees. “How was the rest of the world rock star?”

“Pretty much the same as here, just different people.” He shrugged, pulling out a bag of weed and paper and started to roll a joint for us to share. “But there was someone always on my mind.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” I chuckled, watching as he carefully sealed up the joint before holding his hand out for my light. I dropped it into his hand, before focusing my attention back on the horizon.

“Who said it was a girl?” he joked, lighting up and taking a long drag.

I laughed lightly, turning my attention back to him and taking the joint off of him. “Didn’t know the famous Calum Hood was gay, guess there’s a lesson in everything.”

“I’m not, but the assumption was not nice.” He gave me a lazy smile and it was then that I realised how much I enjoyed spending time with him. Everything was easy when we were sat up on the roof just talking. Silence engulfed us as we shared the joint, a hazy feeling coming over the both of us, the lights from the speeding traffic and office buildings lighting up our view of the city.

“Wanna do something radical?” Calum turned to me, a smirk present on his face, after he’d just stepped out the third joint. We were both just enjoying each other’s company and the cool night air, I wasn’t sure whether I was up for anything particularly adventurous.

“Not really.” I smirked, watching as his grin turned into a pout.

“Well you can sit and watch me do something radical then.” He shrugged, ignoring the way I rolled my eyes and standing up to make his way to the edge of the roof, and as he laid his hands on the wall that stopped people from falling over the edge, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Calum, you’ll die.” I warned half-heartedly, but he hoisted himself up anyways and stood on the slim edge, looking out over the city. He turned back, gesturing for me to join him,before carefully lowering himself down onto the wall and dangling his legs over the edge of our building.

I sighed, standing up and moving over to join him. He made no effort to help me up as I struggled but as I stood on the edge, carefully looking down I’d never felt freer. The world was at my feet and I was never happier. “It’s amazing.” I told him, sitting down and dangling my legs as well, swinging them backwards and forwards as I took in the city from a new angle.

“I’ve been planning this the entire time we were on tour.” He whispered and I turned to look at him confused, about to ask what he was on about, but instead I was stopped by his lips finding mine.

I was taken by surprise but when I’d recovered I kissed back slowly, trying to keep it to the slow and calm mood of the evening. I wanted everything to come to a stop as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Our lips moulded together and I found myself lost in his everything, his lips, his hair, his torso. I was lost and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be found.

Eventually he pulled away, a lazy grin on his face, and I could tell he’d enjoyed it as much as I had. “You were planning that?” I whispered, biting my lip at his expression.

“I was planning on bringing you up onto the roof and then getting you to sit above everyone else and then my next plan was to kiss you. I didn’t think it would be successful.” He admitted, pushing my hair out of my eyes a shy smile now gracing his lips.

“What were you planning to do next?” I whispered seductively against his ear, before biting it lightly, feeling his hands travel down to rest on my bum. He turned his face slightly to reconnect our lips quickly before pulling away.

“I was planning on taking you downstairs to my room.” He admitted, a blush spreading over his cheeks. I smirked standing back up on the roof edge and I jumped down back onto the safety of the roof, grabbing his hand as he turned around on the roof and got ready to slide down.

“Want to lead the way?” I asked him, looking up at him through my eyelashes and he just shook his head, resting his arms over my shoulders and leaning down to slowly connect our lips again, making me sigh into the kiss. I could see myself spending more time on the roof with this boy in the days to come.

He looked at me like I was the breath of a pause right before a wave crashed over him
the break between two people saying “I love you” and “I’m leaving” at the same time
the way the sun never quite rises in time for you to wait for the bus
you are always left in the dark, just for a bit, just long enough for the chill to set in, for the fear to set in
he looked at me like an apology and I’ve never been so terrified

and i can’t say I hadn’t been expecting this
people always leave and it’s usually sooner rather than later
but i’m not even finished building my bridge to him yet, i’m still in the middle
and when he lights it up i’m going down
there’s no saving me, there’s no ground beneath my feet
there’s just rushing water and the sudden impact
like hitting glass
like breaking teeth

he says not to be afraid because he was never worth it anyway
and I don’t know how to say that it doesn’t matter if he was worth it
I’m here anyway I’ll drown anyway
but still he lit his matches and dropped them down my throat
and the bridge fell and the water filled my lungs and
now I don’t know to say I love you without my voice shaking
I don’t know how to say I love you if he’s not the one hearing it.

—  Building bridges to places that don’t exist anymore– Lily Rain