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Word count: 286

Summary: I’m sad, so here’s a short little piece of platonic Moxiety (if you want it can be romantic. That’s how I view it) fluff for you. Also, I’m on mobile so here’s to not being able to format correctly! Also, can’t do the tag list of the one person on it, so sorry about that friend.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like, out there?” Virgil asked, breaking a silence that had been formed while he and Patton were staring up at the stars. The power had gone out all around their area, and the sky looked as beautiful as ever, glistening freely without the troubling light pollution.

“Well sometimes, but I tend not to dwell on things like that.” Patton shrugged, playing with the mop of Virgil’s hair. He was laying comfortably on Patton’s lap, with his body laying across the summer grass.

Virgil sighed in content, for once feeling completely relaxed. Out here, though they were just in their backyard, and cars were passing by just on the other side of the fence, he felt okay. The sky made him feel okay.

“It’s just seems so peaceful… and mysterious… you know? Like I could go there… and no one would judge me- no one could think of me as a nuisance. I’d be the only person… drifting peacefully in a world surrounded by stars,” Virgil rambled, his eyes transfixed on a certain set of stars, which he thought was probably a constellation, but didn’t really know of what kind.

“I hate to break it to you, but you do realize that’s not possible, right? And you’re not a nuisance, you’re Virgil. Wonderful, mysterious Virgil,” Patton said, looking up at the stars as well.


The stars twinkled, glistening and dancing for a world they didn’t even know existed.

Suddenly, a comet flew passed, staying lit for a couple seconds before going out again.

“Did you see that Verge?!” Patton asked. “Make a wish!”

Thanks Patton,” Virgil thought. “But I think I’m happy with what I have right now.”

No Glory Chapter 31

Harry felt like his life was turning into a dark and twisted fairy tale. 

He sighed heavily and fell onto his bed, staring at his reflection above him. He looked and felt exhausted. He wondered how long he and Voldemort had sat beneath that twilight sky before the Dark Lord had brought him back to Malfoy Manor. It had not seemed like very long… But then again, time felt warped while under the influence of that blissful warmth…

Harry closed his eyes, ignoring the strange fluttery feeling in his stomach as he trailed his hands over his chest, recalling how Voldemort’s arms had felt wound around his waist…

He had felt so warm, his magic had been so lovely and glistening… And that light, as always, had made Harry feel like he was floating…


Harry was not on a bed in Malfoy Manor, but atop a fluffy, white cloud. He was floating through the sky, a gentle, pleasantly warm breeze rustling his hair. The sun had set, and Harry looked up into the beauty of the star-strewn sky above him, scanning the heavens intently.

He quickly found what he was looking for—the brightest, most vibrant star in the sky. “’Lo, Sirius,” he murmured, waving.

He did not expect a response.

To Harry’s very great surprise, the brightest star brightened even further, flickering and twinkling like a celestial wink.

“Don’t forget,” came the familiar tenor of Sirius’s voice. Harry sat up, his feeling of contentedness dissipating.

“Sirius?” Harry shouted, hardly daring to believe what he had heard. “Is that really you?”

The star flicked again. “Don’t forget what he is, Harry.”

Another gust of wind stirred the air, but this time it was icy and frigid. Harry shivered as chills shook his spine, a dark feeling settling over him. The cloud beneath him felt like it was getting thinner. Harry looked down on it with dread; it was, the cloud was dissolving beneath him, he could feel himself slipping through it, into it—he was going to fall—

“Don’t forget.”

“Sirius!” Harry shouted, trying to stand to see if he could escape, but it was pointless—there was nowhere to go but down.

“Don’t forget.”

The cloud vanished completely, and Harry went plummeting towards the earth—he fell from the heavens, his screams swallowed by the cold air rushing past him.

Down, down, down…

anonymous asked:

Today I was at the gym and there are so many guys it makes me so uncomfortable. Like I can see them staring at me when I'm doing. I felt so judged

Ah I’m sorry. I try to just block that out when I’m at the gym (it’s been a while but since I’ve gone but eh). Everybody thinks that, but really everybody is trying to get their fitness on and are probably in The Zone during their workout.

Just do you, girl. Get your fitness on and focus on your workout.


Frederick Pov: My family and I were having lunch in the meadow. It was a beautiful warm day, the sky was clear. We were sitting under a tree the conversation was fluid and the laughter endless. Thomas was quietly playing with some toys next to his mother. He had a white line of sunscreen in his nose and checks, which made him look funny. Charlize had been worried about the sun so she had cover Thomas with sunscreen before leaving the house. -so Anni, are you excited about staring first grade next week? - I asked my daughter. - yeah, I guess. I’m nervous. - that’s normal sweetie, but what are you nervous about?- Charlize asked Anna while giving another toy to Thomas. - what if I don’t know anyone? I don’t want to be alone on my first day. - if you don’t know anyone then you’ll make new friends. First day of school is scary for everyone, so I truly believe that most of your classmates will be just as nervous as you are now. Besides Edward is going to be there, he won’t leave you alone. - Charlize said. Anna smile at the mention of her best friend and I smiled at my wife. She always knew what to tell Anna when she was insecure or scared. - yes, that’s true I guess. Would you both take me to school that day, please? - of course princess, we wouldn’t missed that day for anything.- I said. Anna giggled and gave us a smile before facing her little brother who was growing impatient with Anna’s lack of attention towards him. - what baby? - She said before lying on the picnic mat to start playing with Thomas. Charlize gave me a kiss before placing herself between my legs, facing our children. I hugged her, her back to my chest and I gave her a gentle kiss on her head. We both smiled while watching our children playing together. That was what I called another perfect family day.

Age 17, Kings & Queens

Submitted by @asongforjonsa

Sansa smoothed the front of her teal Homecoming dress anxiously, waiting for Jon to ring the doorbell. Her mom Catelyn fussed with her hair, trying to smooth the fly-aways, while her younger siblings ran around, seemingly oblivious to the importance of the evening.

Sansa had been named as a candidate for Homecoming Queen earlier in the week, and as much as she told herself to not care, she couldn’t help it.

Jon finally arrived, corsage in hand, wearing his nicest suit. He stared at Sansa shyly as he slipped it onto her wrist, until she told him to knock it off, but with her signature smile. “You just look so beautiful, Sansa,” he whispered in her ear as he guided her to the door.

She whispered back, “You might just have a chance to show me how pretty you think I am later tonight, Mr. Snow.” She laughed when she saw the gleam in his eye, and swatted his hand away when he tried to slip it up her dress as they got in the car.

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Took a ferry to one of the smaller islands today, it was cold and rainy and certainly October weather! We all got very wet, and very cold. But it was a lovely trip. I spent the trip back watching the waves, trying to keep warm by the heaters in the passenger lounge. I can sometimes get lost in my head a bit while staring at the ocean. It was nice to be reminded that there is more than the churning.

Though I do wish we’d seen a whale… That woulda been great.


봄날 / spring day - bts (lyrics)


“I will come as the rain.
I will come as the first snowfall.
I will beg the Heavens
to let me do just that.

Rachel Amber is the fire that Chloe needs to stay away from



I love Amberprice. I will defend it til the very end. Would I fall for someone like Rachel Amber? Yes. Would I like to be friends with someone like Rachel Amber? Absolutely. Would I date Rachel Amber? No. Absolutely not. Not because of how smashy she gets when she’s angry, but because of how the tiny traits about her tips me off the wrong way.

Am I sure she really likes Chloe? No. Do I think she’s manipulating Chloe? Yes. Does Rachel’s actions and reactions to Chloe’s doubt to running away bother me?… 

Hella yes. 

It VERY much bothered me.

I’d like to go back to this conversation:

They’re talking about Rachel. Hands down, that’s what I sincerely believe.

The first time you meet Rachel is intense. It’s like fire. It’s bright, and warm, and exhilarating. Rachel burns like fire. Brightly, and she’s the center of attention.

She becomes the center of Chloe’s attention.


She burns so brightly that the darkness of Chloe’s life is completely engulfed in this. I can’t find a video where Chloe says it, but in my play through, on the first episode, while talking to Joyce during breakfast, Chloe basically goes: We make bad choices when we’re dealing with losing someone. She’s basically judging her mother for choosing David so soon after she lost William.

Sound familiar?

Who else lost William, as well as a best friend, and started hanging out with the wrong crowd and making awful decisions in life?

So, if you eliminate fire. If you eliminate that bright bright light… what do you see?


Chloe doesn’t want that. She just wants to see…. Rachel provides her light. a direction. But perhaps that direction becomes too blinding and painfully burning as Chloe gets closer to it. That’s why, by the end of the episode, Chloe is so hesitant with leaving with Rachel. Chloe felt the warmth of the fire, but as she edges closer, she has to recoil for a moment because that fire is burning her. Eventually she gives in, after a promise.

Something solid – the bracelet

Something permanent – a tattoo

Something passionate – a kiss

Lesbi-honest… MOST of us, chose the most NON concrete way to make a promise: a kiss. We, as Chloe’s players, are pushing Chloe into the fire.

But here’s the thing, let’s jump ahead a little bit in the future okay?

 Chloe loses Rachel anyway. She loses her fire. A very bright fire that she has been staring at for a while now. She’s back in darkness, but the fire left a mark on her. It didn’t burn her. It left that weird shape in her eyes that happens when one stares too long at something bright.

But slowly and surely, she starts seeing clearer. And in darkness.. what do you see when you look up?


Fire that shine billions of light years away. Safe to watch, untouchable, yet they’re still so beautiful. They give direction. If one knows how to read stars, you will know where to go just by using them

Who else is miles away? Who else is untouchable?

It’s a bit of a reach, but Max could have been that greater beauty. 

A more logic reach is the end of Life is Strange (original), where Chloe realizes that she has been so focused on the fire (Rachel) and the hazy orb that the fire left (Rachel’s disappearance), that she failed to see the other beauty of her world (her mother, blackwell, Eliot (he’s a really good kid), Steph, Mikey, and maybe even David because he does have some lessons that make sense)

But Rachel isn’t just what made Chloe miss the finer things in her life… The darkness around her was dark enough that she couldn’t see….

So dark that she couldn’t see directions.

So how was she to know that looking up was all she needed to see the dim lights in her sky? How was she to know when Rachel Amber was this wildfire that gave her warmth but also misdirection?

A silly thing I drew where I imagine Dib would be one of those teenagers at one point where he puts on eyeliner really badly and it was super painful for Gaz to see and take in with her eyes so she has him sit tf down one day so she can do it for him


He finds Lance waiting on his bed for him when he returns to his room, and can tell from a single glance that Lance knows. That somehow— either because Matt or Coran told him, or because he just understands Keith that well, even after so many months apart— Lance knows exactly what happened while Voltron was fleeing Naxzela. What Keith had been prepared to sacrifice. What he’d nearly done.

Lance looks up at the hiss of the door sliding shut. He hasn’t even changed out of his paladin armor. Not fully. His arm guards and chest plate have been removed and discarded on the floor, but otherwise he looks just as he did when Voltron finally reached the Castle again— singed, disheveled, and staring at Keith with large, mournful eyes.

Keith can’t bring himself to meet those eyes. They’re even more blue than Keith remembers, and so full of hurt it makes Keith’s chest ache. Lance should never have to look that way about anything. Particularly not because of him.

Keith turns away and takes his time removing his black, Marmora armor. He can’t bear to see Lance so upset. Can’t stand the heavy silence between them. The thick tension just waiting to snap. Can’t stand it at all, but also can’t think of anything to say to dispel it. Words were never his forte, after all. He was much better with actions. Except, this time, his actions are what’s causing this situation, and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.

He hangs his armor in his closet— the one spot of black among all the red and white he’s so used to wearing. A visual reminder of all he’s left behind. All he’s given up so his team can keep moving forward. Across the room, Lance shifts. He shifts, and he clears his throat, and Keith closes his eyes, waiting, as always, for Lance to cut through the tension. For the berate that’s surely on his tongue. For the angry words and endless rants he’s come to expect from Lance.

It doesn’t come, though. When Lance finally speaks, it isn’t loud, or enraged, or anything Keith’s used to. It’s soft, instead. So soft he barely hears it. And so rough and broken it nearly breaks his heart.

“Keith,” Lance murmurs, voice shaking even over that single word. “Why?” Why did you leave? Why did you abandon us? Why did you give up? “You glorious, reckless idiot. Why did you do it?”

Why did you almost let yourself die?

Keith swallows thickly. “Something had to be done,” he answers. “It was the only choice.” He glances over his shoulder at Lance and gives him a sad smile. “After all, the universe needs Voltron. It doesn’t need me.”

“We need you,” Lance protests, standing. He crosses the room in three quick strides and turns Keith to face him, hands gripping Keith’s shoulders like iron vices, and the most serious expression Keith’s ever seen across his face. “I need you.”

And if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing Keith’s ever heard. Because if either of them needs the other, it’s not Lance. It’s not this boy who shines so brilliantly, who is everything Keith has ever wanted to be and more, who could probably charm the whole universe into peace if he really put his mind to it.

Keith’s smile turns wry and he shakes his head. “No you don’t, Lance,” he says, emphatically because he needs Lance to understand. “You don’t need me. Just look at everything you’ve done.” Look at all the people you’ve saved and inspired and encouraged in a way that I never could.

It’s not enough to convey everything Keith thinks about Lance, of course, but he honestly doesn’t think any words in the English language (or any language, even) will ever be enough. There’s no way to describe the way Lance shines in his element. The obvious joy he brings to his flying, and the fierce passion that flares through his fighting. The excitement he exhibits whenever they find a new ally. The way he draws people to him without any actual effort. The way he cares and protects and gives hope wherever he goes.

He’s a much better paladin than he gives himself credit for, and much more valuable to the team than Keith ever could be. Keith’s absence over the past few months has proven that. Has shown Voltron can continue, and even thrive, without him. That they would continue to do so even if Keith had died. They’d still have their heart, after all— it’s right there inside Lance. He’s the drive that pushes them all forward, and the glue that holds them all together, and if Keith can keep that alive by sacrificing himself, he doesn’t consider death too great a loss.

Clearly, however, Lance doesn’t agree. “That’s not what I meant,” he chokes out, voice watery and blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “That’s not what I meant at all, you idiot. This isn’t about the team, or Voltron, or even the whole goddamn universe.” His hands shift, sliding across Keith’s shoulders and up his neck to cup his face. Keith fights not to lean into the warmth of Lance’s hands, but when Lance gently tilts his head back he knows it’s a lost cause. He’s so weak to the man standing in front of him. Weaker still to the way his bright blue eyes bore into Keith, more intense than they’ve ever been before. More urgent. More desperate. More filled with longing.

“I’m your right-hand man, aren’t I?” Lance asks softly, so close now that Keith can feel his warm breath against this skin. “We’re in this together, you and me. I’d follow you to ends of the universe. So just please,” he pleads. “Please. Promise me you won’t go where I can’t follow.”

And how can Keith say no to that?

The tears are falling down Lance’s cheeks now, wet streaks against his dark skin. And, this time, seeing Lance so upset over him, over the near loss of him, Keith’s heart does break. It cracks and shatters under the weight of Lance’s grief, and Keith already knows it will never fully recover. Even if he tries to tape it back together and pretend it’s all alright, there will still be fragments missing— little shards that will belong to Lance, and Lance alone, whether Lance realizes that or not.

Keith closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. He turns his head into Lance’s hand, pressing his lips lightly against Lance’s skin, and if Lance is surprised by the gesture, he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t try to pull away or even protest.

“Ok,” he murmurs against Lance’s hand. “Ok, Lance. I promise.”

He’d do much more for Lance if Lance ever asked it of him, but supposes this promise is a good place to start. And when Lance smiles for the first time all day, and then pulls Keith into a tight embrace, he wonders why he ever thought leaving was a good idea. Lance’s arms are warm around him, more comforting than anything Keith’s ever known, and beneath the palm Keith’s spread flat against Lance’s back, he feels the faint, steady thump of Lance’s heart. Takes comfort in the fact that Lance is alive and well and right there with him. Takes comfort in the fact that Keith himself is still alive to feel it.

And, for now, that is enough.

Signs having an existential

Sits with their head in their hand, staring off into space, their life plays on rewind behind their eyes: Virgo, Cancer, Libra, Gemini

Has deep revelations as they think about why they’re eating ice cream at 2am on a school night: Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Taurus, Capricorn

Screams into the void while running around in the dark and questions all their life decisions: Pisces, Scorpio, Aries

Lup and Barry have definitely gotten married before, at least several times, but that was with old bodies in old dimensions. It doesn’t count, probably legally speaking. And if Abeir-Toril is going to be their last world they’re going to make their marriage here count. They have lots of experience in getting married, they’re practically experts, they can totally throw the best wedding ever. 

They plan for several years, scientifically analyze their past weddings to identify the best parts of each, invite half the continent, make denim themed invitations. They absolutely over-think things and it’s one part extravaganza one part absolute disaster. 

  • Carey and Killian and Hurley and Sloane have been pen pals for a while and are delighted to finally get to see each other at Lup and Barry’s Matrimonial Party Weekend. The only problem is that it’s cherry blossom season and it turns out Carey is horribly allergic. She sneezes fire onto several drapes, and then both couples spend half an hour staring wistfully at each other until Carey’s allergy meds kick in. 
  • Magnus brings all his dogs. Which, to be fair, he got permission to do, but it’s still a lot of dogs. 
  • Angus brings a date and the entire Bureau of Balance spends the whole time trying and failing at being intimidating, except Magnus who tries to convince them to adopt a dog. 
  • Despite being excessively coached beforehand, Merle still slips up and invokes the power of Pan at the beginning of the vows. Lup and Barry have to go sit in a side room until the holy aura wears off. 
  • Lup drops her bouquet in the rush to get away from the religion. Unfortunately she heavily enchanted it so that when she threw it at the end of the party it would go and bat Kravitz around the head until he grabbed it (Taako wasn’t about to propose and they needed a push, plus it seemed like a good drama note to end the reception on.) It interprets being dropped as being thrown. 
  • Their boss comes. Enough said. 
  • Avi builds a high speed catapult for throwing rice and nearly blinds someone with projectile grains. 
  • They’ve incorporated wedding traditions from seventeen of their favorite planes of reality, which is very cool but also means that everyone who wasn’t on the Starblaster has no idea what’s going on most of the time. 
  • Multiple people need healing by the end of it, it’s incredibly gushy and lovey, and finally Lup and Barry decide to abandon their own party on a Phantom Steed and go get a room at a seedy inn. They take the (five tier, highly decorated) cake with them. 
  • The reception still lasts until 6am without them. 
Bruise [ IX ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

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Originally posted by loverkoreanasian

Red was the color that painted your skin through the sleepless night alone. Your eyes grew red from the endless stream of frustrated tears that dripped down your temples. Your cheeks changed hue from rawness, the sleeves of your sweater scratching away at them until they near bled. Your phone battery drained to zero, red painting the icon when you stared at it, debating calling him so his voice could fade your consciousness. Your lips drew too much blood to the surface when you bit down on them to stop another sigh from slipping out, desperate for it to all stop. Desperate for everything to be a dream you could wake up from rather than something you had to deal with when the sun rose back up into the sky.

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