and this became my headcanon

anonymous asked:

Is no one gonna talk about how Lift called Dalinar "tigHT BUTT" THE FIRST TIME THEY MEET. LIKE. DALINAR TIGHT-BUTT KHOLIN Im cryign

SHE’S AN ICON
I LOVE ?? MY DAUGHTER

I CAN’T BLIEVE…OUT OF ALL MY HEADCANONS…MY HEADCANON ABOUT DALINAR’S BUTTCHEEKS BECAME CANON

IF ALETHKAR HAD HALLMARK I’D GET HIM A BDAY CARD WITH “TIGHT-BUTT” ON IT INSTEAD OF HIS NAME

also it’s a real point she makes like??? she knows what she’s talking about?? but i’m c r y i n g I’m laughing so hard she’s incredible

Yuuri has a picture of Victor and him as his lockscreen and wallpaper, maybe from their day at the beach or a picture someone took during their pair skate or a picture from practice where they are both sweaty and laughing and so in love.

But Victor has (two different) pictures of just Yuuri and he changes them a lot (because he takes a lot of pictures of Yuuri and would like to use them as a wallpaper all at the same time), and every time he opens his phone he just forgets what he was about to do and stares at the picture for a full five minutes, marvelling at the beauty of his husband.

And one time, Yuuri uses Victor’s phone because his own is dead (when Victor is still in the shower or sth bc you know The Hair) and Victor’s lockscreen is a picture Yuuri didn’t even know existed of him looking out over the city lights of Saint-Petersburg with a small smile around his lips while he’s absentmindedly patting Makkachin, and his heart just swells until he can hardly breathe, and he figures out how to make your phone switch wallpapers every time you open them and takes a bunch of selfies where he blows kisses and makes funny faces and just smiles, but he leaves the lockscreen the way it is. And now every time Victor opens his phone, his heart stops beating for a moment and whenever one of the pictures appear Yuuri took, he immediately calls him if he’s not around to tell him how much he loves him and asks him to get married again.

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OKAY, SO. LET’S HAVE A TALK ABOUT HELGA HUFFLEPUFF. BECAUSE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY.

Here’s the thing; in my head, Helga Hufflepuff has always been a soldier. Yes, she’s kind and fair, but she also knows when a good hex or a punch in the face is the only solution. This does not happen often. She’s friendly and accepting and patient. But when someone threatens her friends, or her family, or her students, that someone better be prepared to have her wand aimed at them. Or better yet, a sword. Use what you know and all that, and while she’s great with her hexes and curses and even some charms used in a way her old mentor would definitely not have approved of, there’s just something incredibly satisfying in meeting someone sword to sword. She and Godric spars every now and then, though it’s clear he’s more of a dueler than a soldier. But Helga. Helga joined the war when she was 15, and she never regretted it. It was grueling, and it was painful, and she watched so many of her companions fall. But she joined for a reason – to protect (her family, her little nephews and nieces and all the children of her village) and to, one day, try and change the world enough that war wouldn’t be necessary. She fought for years, rising in rank as fewer and fewer of her friends were left, and she refused to give up. This was for the children. This was for the future.

When she was 23, she became general. And at 24, the war finally ended. And then she had to find something else to do.

She went back to her village, to the little houses and fields and her family. And for a while she was content, but not for long. She wanted to do something, because that was the reason she joined the war in the first place. For change. She wanted peace, and quiet, and a place to call home. But when she had it, she realized she only knew how to fight. And she was not going to accept that.

She went to find her old mentor, an aging wizard who kept forgetting his wand in odd places but who also knew a lot of spells and had more magical books than she had seen anywhere else in her life (later, when she met Rowena Ravenclaw and saw her collection, she would stare at it for ten minutes and then just go “nope” and walk out of the room). She asked him to teach her as much as he could. What he’d taught her before she left for the army was useful, but if she was gonna change the world she needed more.

He listened to her, listened to her reasons and her dreams and then he sat her down with a cup of tea and started talking about magical theory. Most of her went over her head. She listened anyway.  And she kept coming back. And when she realized how many children he’d helped out through the years (her among them), she asked him about that. He started spouting even more magical theory. And she kept listening. And when it was over and he said he couldn’t teach her anymore, she knew more about accidental magic and magical cores than she thought possible. And she was satisfied, because this was what she needed to know. Something that could help. Something that could change a life, or two, or a hundred, if you only had the people to teach it to. This was for the children. This was for the future.

And then she met two wizards and a witch, constantly bickering and joking and everything in between. And the wanted to start a magic school. Of course she went with them. It was the purpose she had been looking for. It was a way to do what she’d always dreamt of.

They started planning how to do it, and moved into Godric’s family castle up in Scotland. As they decided to split the students into four groups, Helga started to get irritated. She had spent half her life fighting a war, she knew that you couldn’t always get the brave or the smart or the cunning. You had to use the resources that were available. Anyone could become a good soldier (or student, she supposed) if they were trained properly. 

She was a general, and she’d take anyone who wanted to learn. She was a soldier, and she’d take anyone who would work hard, because that’s all you need to change the world. She was a 15 year old girl who joined the army, and she remembered what it was like when people judged you for your bravery, for your intelligence, for your strength. She was a 26 year old veteran, and she would punch anyone who said you couldn’t learn because of something as stupid as who you are. In the face. They’d deserve it, for implying that her students weren’t good enough.


@egdramaqueen I said it “needs a bit of polishing” which apparently means I sit here and write another 700 words into it in less than an hour, so here it is. I finished it.

listen to me

long haired R

  • gets all sorts of weird stuff lost/stuck in his hair. once found an entire paintbursh in there
  • the man bun….he looks like just as much of an asshole as any other guy who has one but it’s still such a Look that no one is mad
  • sometimes he loses himself in a painting for a few days and emerges from his cave of an apartment with three days of stubble, a messy bun, and a voice husky from cigarette smoke and Enjolras hates it he hates it but he’s so attracted to him
  • his friends all get to style it (with varying degrees of success) and Jehan’s intricate braids are the stuff of legend
  • hair pulling kink??
  • he stuffs it all under his beanie a lot so when he takes it off it cascades down and he looks like a model in a Loreal commercial
  • he’d never admit it but he has an elaborate multi-step process to keep it all shiny and healthy, especially once he notices that even Enjolras can’t help playing with it 
  • just….long haired R!!!
Percy Jackson Headcanons
  •  He actually has a very angular face - High cheekbones, narrow face, straight nose. He gets his bone structure from his mother, but where Sally had a softness to all of her features, he gets Poseidon’s natural brooding and regal sharpness. It’s another factor that makes his demeanor a bit intimidating and what makes people peg him as a trouble maker. and so so attractive
  • When he was younger, he used to be left handed. But during the sporadic period when he was rapidly getting kicked out of school and learning how to write, he was placed through many schools that had the old philosophy that being left handed was wrong and forced him to write with his right hand. In the end, it ends up helping him because he learned how to use both hands equally well, becoming ambidextrous, thus also helping his sword fighting.
  • When Sally married Gabe, Percy never told Sally of the abuse he was getting because he thought that if Gabe took out all of his frustrations on him, then there would be nothing left for his mother to receive and was afraid of what Gabe would do.
  • After the Sea of Monsters but before the Battle of the Labyrinth Percy had a mouthful of braces. Annabeth took as many pictures as she could at the time and taped them on the wall of the big house. He tore down all he could find but legend has it, you can still find one or two miraculously appearing up there.
  • His middle name is Dylann, pronounced Die-lin, which means ‘son of the sea.’ Subtlety is not Sally’s specialty and she cannot seem to give him names that are easily pronounced. Teacher’s sigh on the first day of school when they get to his name on their clipboard.
  • Percy is the best get away driver. Paul took him out on his first driving lesson and it was something that came natural to him. And when he was homeless for that period in Son of Neptune and relied on stealing cars he got really good at getting away quickly and efficiently. Especially when he stole that police cruiser.
  • Percy has scars on the insides of his elbows and forearms that almost look like a bad case of chicken pox scars. They’re actually cigarette burns from Gabe. Annabeth, Sally, Grover, are the only ones who know where they’re from.
  • Percy’s clothing is badly torn up. Some is the result of monster fighting, and some is from the constant wear and tear because he refuses to get rid of old clothing, but a lot of it is from skateboarding accidents. He’s actually pretty decent at skateboarding but he’s also pretty decent at falling off of it too.
  • Percy, Piper, and Rachel go skateboarding together sometimes.
  • Before Tartarus, Percy’s eyes were a gentle, warm green, like the middle of a lazy ocean you could get lost in. But after Tartarus they’re fiercer, darker, like a wave in a storm about to drag you to the bottom of the sea.
  • Percy’s favorite type of music is rock. He wanted to learn electric guitar but there was never money he was younger, now he’s too busy with monsters to have the time.
  • Percy is a naturally good surfer, it comes freakishly natural just like anything else that has to do with the ocean. Piper and he go surfing together.
  • When he’s fifteen he is around 5′11″ but he gets in a few more growth spurts before everything is said and done and ends up being just above 6′2″ and parallel to Jason. He loves playfully holding things out of Annabeth’s reach. She punches him when he does that of course.
  • He has a lean build with prominent definition. He has very little body fat and most of his weight comes from his muscles. He has the perfect swimmer body, lithe and agile.  cinnamony roll goodness
  • His hair is black like a raven’s wings and is always windswept and unruly as if he’s always running a hand through it  or like bed hair if you know what I mean
  • He, unlike the other two greek kids of the big three, doesn’t have any freckles or moles of any kind. His mother has very clear skin and het gets it from her just the same, except with the tanner tone of Poseidon.
  • He’s on Goode High’s swim team. He’s much faster than everyone even without his powers and he can’t tell if it’s just a son of Poseidon thing or if he’s actually good. Paul and Sally don’t mind because he knows that’s the only way Percy will get a scholarship with his grades, reputation, and attendance records.
  • Percy is known as the weird kid in school. He has weird scars, disappears for months at a time, and has an off putting demeanor. He doesn’t talk to many people and only does when they talk to him first.
  • His nervous ticks include running his hands through or tugging on his hair, and tapping or playing with Anaklumos in pen form.
  • He walks quietly on his feet, this comes from many different things - Being silent so Gabe couldn’t hear him, trying to sneak past monsters, his training from Lupa, and the period of time he spent running, hiding, and stealing in Son of Neptune.
  • He absolutely sucks at growing facial hair. It grows in in uneven patches and it disappoints him to no end. The guys make fun of him to no end during no shave November.
  • He knows that people underestimate him, he knows that people think of him as a goofball, and he knows that people dismiss him as stupid. Now he uses that to his defense. After torturing the goddess of Misery he can feel that darkness growing in him and his powers growing more, so he spends the entirety of Boo trying to convince everyone he’s fine. He jokes, he smiles, he says stupid things. And for the most part it works. Jason, Leo, and Piper believe it easily, although Hazel and Frank are harder to convince. But he hates the knowing look in Annabeth’s eyes that barely hide that smallest look of fear.
  • After Tartraus he figures out all the things he can do. That he control the blood pumping through someone’s veins. That he can stop someone’s heart stop with the clench of his fingers. That he can make someone die in an explosion of red. The idea terrifies him as much as it exhilarates him.
  • He tries to keep his rapidly growing powers a secret which fails of course, because whenever he has a particularly bad nightmare the ground shakes. That now when he holds Annabeth’s hand he can feel the blood pulsing thickly beneath her skin, gravitating towards him as if he’s a magnet.
  • He trains with Chiron to help find control for several months. 
  • He finds unexpected support from Nico di Angelo, who had gone through a similar thing after Tartarus.
  • He’s angrier often and snaps more easily. He purchases a punching bag and it helps him work through his aggression.
  • Percy and Annabeth go to Montauk for two weeks after the war is over, and he breaks down. Annabeth helps him through everything, saying how he can’t keep everything inside all the time.
  • Percy learns to control the darkness in him, and learns that while it may never go away, he will not be controlled by it.
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@just-marvel-at-them I am so very sorry that I took this long to get back to you with this. I have some serious thoughts on Tonys and cats. But also I’ve been pretty distracted and I kept opening up the drawing and then forgetting about it. 

Also, I only now have come to a thought that maybe you were not talking about Tony being a cat, but maybe Tony with cat ears. If so, sorry to have bombarded you with Cat Tony images. But considering how you have said: “Tony’d probably be shy because he feels more vulnerable as usual” and “can’t use his words to protect himself” and “comes out from underneath the couch” I hope I wasn’t too far off. 

MY head canons are under Read More! And also his (better) interactions with Pepper!

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God I loved this scene. We learned so much in this tiny clip.

Steve’s mother died when he was an older man, Bucky’s parents are alive and love Steve. Bucky and Steve put couch cushions on the floor as kids (and had kiddie sleepovers where they totally played cops and robbers). Bucky knows where Steve’s key is. Bucky tried to get Steve to live with him (my headcanon is that Steve accepted and they became roomies up until Buck went to war).

The one thing that wasn’t new was that Bucky was still by his side. It’s just amazing to see that their bromance before The First Avenger was just as epic as I knew it would be.

Also I will never tire of seeing skinny Steve because I adore him.

but guys… what if.

what if Lunch Rush… is Midoriya Hisashi?

Ok so hear me out. Here are them facts:

Midoriya Hisashi

  • Missing in Action, face unrevealed
  • Quirk: Firebreathing

Lunch Rush

  • Name unrevealed, face unrevealed
  • Quirk: Unknown. Apparently really good at cooking.

So uh, see that contraption that’s attached to Lunch Rush’s face? What if it’s some kind of mechanism, that, I dunno, COLLECTS HIS FIRE BREATH so he has a portable Oven attached to him so he can cook anywhere!!!!!!!!

WHAT IF HUH WHAT IF

Maybe Hisashi learned from Inko how to cook really, really well. Maybe Izuku doesn’t know his dad works for UA. Maybe all he knows is that his dad works as a Chef for some fancy restaurant. Maybe there is a reason why Hisashi’s keeping his Lunch Rush identity a secret. Maybe Hisashi is just so busy with his Lunch Rush shenanigans at UA so that’s why we rarely see him at home.

idk I just like the thought of Izuku having a complete family after all, rather than his dad being MIA, it just happens that his dad is busy BUT very supportive of his goal to become a Hero (he works for UA after all).

Until more info is revealed about Hisashi or Lunch Rush, I’m sticking to this

imagine how much better the Thor movies would’ve been if Frigga were actually written in a realistic way rather than a ‘women don’t talk when the menfolk are talking’ way

I mean she’s a powerful magic user and more importantly she’s a MOM. Thor and Loki wouldn’t have gotten away with SHIT. The entire goddamn plot never would’ve happened, no wonder they dumbed her down.

Frigga would’ve busted in like “NO THOR, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO JOTUNHEIMR, YOU’RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. SIF, HOGUN, FANDRALL, VOLSTAGG, YOU’RE ALL GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ADULTS, I AM YOUR QUEEN AND YOU ARE ALL GROUNDED.”

and then she’d whip it around on Loki like “DON’T YOU LAUGH. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU WANT YOUR FATHER TO HEAR HOW FROST GIANTS GOT INTO ASGARD? THEN YOU’D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT IN YOUR ROOM TOO, YOUNG MAN. THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO BE FOR THE NEXT CENTURY.”

Sudden Random Voltron Headcanon

After Shiro’s disappearance, everyone is in a state of shock. The loss of their leader leaves them anxious and confused. Back in the castle, everyone is very solemn and silent as they try and to come to terms with it, even Allura and Coran, who are baffled by the turn of events. The first to recover is Keith, who speaks to them all, explaining how important it is that they stop mulling over it and start to DO something about Shiro’s absence. They need to get him back, and sitting there isn’t going to do that. Everyone strengthens their resolves to find Shiro and immediately get to work.

During their missions, a silent agreement has put Keith in the role of leader, his serious attitude and straightforward nature seeming to work well. But it’s hard. There are many disputes. Most are small, but there are several occasions where Keith’s priorities and impulsiveness compromise the mission. However, for the team he manages to pull through, keeping himself together better than the rest of them. Or so it seems.

In reality, Keith has taken Shiro’s absence the worst. He tries to argue that it’s not the first time he’s left Keith, without any indication of what happened. The other’s are also very fond of Shiro; he had been the glue of the paladins. Keith needs to hold the team together until his return. But, it was hard. Not that he can let the cracks show; he doesn’t need to worry them anymore.

After one particularly trying day, Keith is in the training room, working off his excess energy on the gladiator. Too worked up to eat, he continues his training for hours.

After about three strenuous hours, the door to the training room opens. He doesn’t turn to see who it is. After a minute, a voice calls out.

“Cancel fight simulation.” Keith turns to Lance as the gladiator deactivates. “You didn’t come to dinner,” he offers as an explanation as he presents a plate of space goo. Keith sits down as the ache of his muscles finally becomes known, storing away his bayard.

“Not hungry.” Lance ignores him in favour of dropping the plate into his lap. The sight of it causes his stomach to release an embarrassingly loud grumble. He doesn’t look at Lance as he starts to tuck in, ignoring Lance’s sniggering.

“Come on, spill. What’s got your knickers in a twist?” He laughs at the glare Keith sends his way.

“I WAS fine, until you came along.”

“Yeah right! You were fighting to the point of collapsing!” Keith offers no rebuttal. “Look, you know you don’t have to hold it in.”

“What?” Keith wasn’t really in the mood put up with Lance’s antics.

“I know you’ve taken Shiro’s disappearance as bad as the rest of us. Maybe worse. You don’t have to be the tough guy all the time. You’re better suited to being the angsty teen.” Lance chuckles as Keith takes a swing at him, almost dislodging the plate from his lap. “But seriously, you know you can talk to us, right?” Keith doesn’t reply straight away, instead finishing off his meal.

“How can I expect you to follow me if I’m not focused?”

“Hiding your feelings isn’t going to make them disappear. Everyone’s noticed how tense your are.”

“Then why are YOU taking to me about it?” Lance was the last person he’d expect to want him to voice his feelings. He normally does a much as possible to prevent any unnecessary interactions between them. In a surprisingly shy, and un-Lance-like, gesture, Lance rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Keith’s gaze.

“…Okay, so you might have them fooled for now, but they can tell SOMETHING is up. You don’t have to try and replace him, y'know.” Keith couldn’t disguise his confusion.

“Of course I need to replace him. Voltron needs Shiro more than it needs me. It needs a leader.” Lance sighed, thrusting his arms out dramatically.

“I knew you were dumb, but JEEZ you can be dense! We’re not just ‘voltron’ you know, we’re a team. We’re stronger when we’re all at our best. And frankly, your Shiro act is not as effective as you think.” Lance stood up from his place across from Keith and extended his hand out to him. “You don’t have to pretend you’re stronger than us, I know you're​ close to Shiro. Come on.” He moved his hand forward and eventually Keith grasped it, the two of them pulling him to his feet as his other hand held the plate. Instead of withdrawing his hand, Lance shifted his grip to firmly grasp Keith’s forearm. “You can talk to us. Or the others at least. I don’t particularly fancy listening to your pining,” he finished, releasing his grip as he started towards the door.

“What makes you think I’d WANT to talk to you?!” Lance barked a laugh, turning to call through the door before it closed.

“Now THAT’S the mullet I love to hate!”

Wow, that turned out a bit longer than anticipated. I just had a sudden urge to see a supportive Lance in season 3, going past their usual rivalry to keep Keith sane, when no one else recognises his struggling.

Anyway, here’s another random headcanon that just came to me. Please feel free to request headcanons, even with the most random of prompts. I’ll try my best to come up with something.

  • Erwin: Levi, we've been in the corps together for a while. and so... i have something for you.
  • Hanji from behind some bushes: holy heck you guys he's gonna propose. Moblit, Mike, Nanaba pay attention
  • Erwin: will you be by my side forever?
  • Hanji, Moblit, Mike, Nanaba, Levi: *sucks in breath*
  • Erwin: will you... *holds out a stack of contract papers* Be my captain?
  • Levi: *wipes tear* I'll be your weapon forever, Erwin
  • Hanji: WHAT THE HECK *THROWS MIKE INTO THE GROUND AS THE MAN TRIES TO STOP HER AS SHE POUNCES OUT OF THE BUSHES*
so... that harry hook...

*with bonus poly vk hcs*

  • a pansexual 
  • a trans boy
  • major bottom
  • will literally sleep with anyone he finds hot
  • his hook is a comfort object, helps reassure him that he’s a tough young man, like his father
  • had a fling with jay prior to the vk’s isle departure. wasn’t really a “relationship”, more like fuckbuddies.
  • harry became pretty needy after jay left bc he no longer had someone to sleep with regularly
  • but then came uma and gil
  • uma and harry were friends first but it took several people mistakenly labeling them as a couple for them to come to terms with their feelings for each other
  • harry felt an immediate attraction to gil when he joined their crew. he got drunk enough one night that he carelessly slept with gil, who thought harry was sleeping with him bc he liked him.
  • so gil thought they were in a relationship now. harry had no idea. it wasn’t until gil called harry out on spending so much time with uma that he realized the misunderstanding.
  • uma insisted that it was fine if harry wanted to date them both
  • so he did
  • and somewhere in there, uma started to date gil too
  • but harry would be lying if he didn’t admit he wanted the new king of auradon to fuck him
  • gil and uma are totally cool with this, though (they might want to watch)
  • of course, it never happens, but uma and gil are content with listening to harry talk about his crush, finding the way his eyes light up to be quite adorable
"In Tartarus?” (aka when Sally finds out)

I saw an old post about how Sally doesn’t know about Percy being in Tartarus, and then I remembered we never find out when and how Sally was told her son was in Tartarus with Annabeth. So of course I wrote these headcanons straight away. 

  • It’s nearly midnight when the phone rings in the apartment
  • Sally has only just managed to fall asleep, but she gets up immediately, because the last time she missed a phone call at this time she missed the chance to talk to her son
  • She answers the phone without waking Paul
  • “Hello?”
  • “Hi, Sally, it’s Rachel”
  • “Rachel, what’s wrong?” Sally asks, her heart in her mouth, because she can recognise the pain in Rachel’s voice
  • “It’s… It’s Percy and Annabeth”
  • Rachel explains the situation, how they got a message on a napkin from Annabeth in the fire, explaining where they are
  • Rachel goes on to try and convince Sally it will be okay, because they’re alive and she’s certain they’ll get out
  • Sally drops the phone
  • She immediately calls for Paul, and she think’s she might faint
  • Paul rushes out of the bedroom, still groggy
  • “Sally, what–”
  • “Paul, get the car keys, we need to leave now”
  • Paul doesn’t ask any more questions because he sees Sally’s face and he can figure out something bad has happened
  • When they’re in the car driving at top speed to Long Island in their pyjamas, Sally finally tells Paul
  • She feels about a million times worse after saying it out loud because suddenly it feels all the more real
  • Paul’s face whitens when he understands
  • “Percy…and Annabeth…in Tartarus?”
  • Sally almost cries there and then but she holds it together, she closes her eyes and focuses on what she’s going to do next
  • Soon enough they’re at Camp Half-Blood, despite the fact it’s dangerous because the Romans are marching there from Camp Jupiter
  • Sally marches to the Big House and wakes up Chiron and demands to know what he is doing about the situation
  • “Sally…” Chiron says gently. “What do you expect me to do?”
  • “Anything!” Sally practically yells. “He’s in there, him and Annabeth, all by themselves, facing all those monsters! You must be able to do something, anything!”
  • Chiron has never felt this sort of pain in all his immortal life
  • “There’s nothing I can do, Sally. Nothing anyone except Percy and Annabeth can do”
  • That’s when Sally cries
  • For all these years she’s held it together but it’s impossible tonight
  • Chiron tries to convince her that it will be okay, that if anyone can make it, it’s Percy and Annabeth
  • But Sally can’t be consoled
  • She’s a wreck for the next two days
  • Paul isn’t much better
  • It comes to the point where Sally won’t eat, and she ends up vomiting a couple of times
  • At that point Paul decides to take her to the hospital because he think’s she might be ill, he’s worried about her
  • Sally’s too worried about others to worry about herself
  • When the doctor examines Sally, it turns out she’s not ill
  • When they find out, it’s the first time they smile in days, but it’s short lived because hearing another child is on the way reminds them of the other child that might never return
  • But as they go home, Sally feels better than she has in days
  • When they go home, Paul notices Sally’s smiling
  • It’s a weak, watery, faint smile, after days of anguish, but it’s there
  • When Paul asks her, she explains
  • “We’ve got a baby coming,” she says softly. “Our family is expanding. And you know what that reminded me of?”
  • “What?”
  • “That Percy always, always comes back to his family”
  • And the sheer faith Sally has in her son, and the strength that takes, makes Paul smile too
  • They make it through the next few days, and finally they get an iris message
  • It’s good news

anonymous asked:

Okay, but really...Otabek is soo EXTRA????...i mean he skates to 9th sinfony from beethoven! You just got to love that^^

yes yesyes he is omg
He looks so stoic and put together but he’s the biggest nerd. He probably has weird remixes of classical music and electro in his hard drive that he never intended to make see the light because he’s too embarrassed to put them on while he’s dj-ing. Of course when he and Yura start hanging out they magically find their way out of hidden folders and Yuri loses his shit. He demands to be sent some of his worst/best remixes and circles through them to put as his ringtone. Otabek is both terribly pleased and flustered, but of course it doesn’t show on his face. Yura guesses it anyway.

Otabek Altin has eclectic tastes and in his (terribly little) free time likes to stretch lazily on his small, ratty sofa reading Shakespeare’s sonnets while buff tattooed guys scream their lungs out in the background playing from a vinyl. He has a vast collection of sturdy leather boots that all look exactly the same and has an honest to god working vintage walkman. He likes to saunter through small thrift shops and buy dusty cassette tapes to add to his growing pile, and the walls of his apartment are covered with yellowed band posters. He polishes his motorcycle at least once a week, and generally putting things in neat stacks relaxes him. His books are ordered by genre, and the poetry shelf is so cluttered it trespasses into the narrative one - but is, in his opinion, still grossly lacking. His guilty pleasures are Johann Sebastian Bach, succulents and trashy zombie movies. He probably collects stamps and he brought his childhood teddy bear directly from Kazakhstan, can’t sleep without it.

He wakes up at indecent hours to do push ups before going to train at the rink, mercilessly drilling his routines till there’s no air in his lungs anymore. He moonlights as a DJ, because music talks to him, resonates within him like nothing ever before, and of course to put aside some money - he’s paying for his basic expenses by himself, trying not to burden too much his family, as skating is already so expensive.

Otabek Altin is solid as a rock, large as life and kind of disillusioned. He can’t really express his emotions through facial mimicry by some weird joke of destiny, doesn’t know how to make small talk and has a terrible memory for faces. He’s too honest, can’t find it in himself to circle topics through pleasantries instead of going straight to the point, but has also a distinct dry, deadpan humor that’s really funny if you know how to recognize it. He’s polite, but can come off as cold. Isolation comes scarily easy to him, but he also likes the tangle of sweaty bodies twisting in time with the thrum of his music on the dance floor.

Otabek Altin, more than everything, is self aware. He knows his dreams are probably too big to be within his grasp. That doesn’t mean he won’t keep trying to reach them.

and by the gods, do I love him

i always like to think of sylveon as something vaguely unsettling.

its really pretty, but maybe a bit too pretty. a bit too perfect. you notice the teeth seem a bit too sharp, its eyes a bit too bright. its smile seems a bit more than genuine. 

it is a bit uncanny how perfect it is, but you cant quite put your fingers on it. you have the off feeling its beauty hides something more… dangerous, but you quickly discard the thought. its sparkly smile and flowy ribbons and soft fur draws you towards it. sylveon cant be evil, right?

you come closer.

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