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Platonic Marriage - imagine your brotp
  • Me: *looking fondly at my best friend*
  • Best Friend: What's wrong, bro?
  • Me: Bro, if there was some kind of platonic mariage for friends, i would have proposed the shit out of you by now.
  • Best Friend: Bro
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“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.

“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”

“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.

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normal brain = shipping apollo justice and athena cykes

brain, slightly brighter = apollo and athena have a normal working relationship

brain significantly brighter = apollo and athena brotp

brain ascending to infinite understanding = apollo and athena are the paragon of gay/lesbian solidarity and uphold each other in their continuous loop of supportive gayness


When the resident genius starts to go on his fourth day without sleep and gradually starts to lose it. 

“Bentley- go the fuck to sleep.

I Never Stop Caring/ Melias

It was late and she was on her way back to MVB the party had been in walking distance, and only fifteen minutes away, and if she got drunk she wasn’t going to have to drive or anything. And it wasn’t as if she was dead ass drunk like she had been getting lately. Something told her to not drink that much tonight, so she spent most of the time on the dance floor. And good thing too, because on her way back to school she notices two guys starting to follow her, coming closer and faster, and of course when one of them grabbed her, she swung, making sure it hurt, but the other had her by the neck before she could react. “Well seems like the pretty girl is feisty, you should know better than to walk the streets at night alone.” He says squeezing her throat, as she tried to speak out something coherent. Loosing up his grip he smirks. “What was that princess?” She glares at him dead in the eye, she knew no matter how much she pushed and tried to hurt him, he loved her and would never let her do anything stupid or be in danger, even if she couldn’t see him, all she did was hope that she was right. “What makes you think I’m out here alone asshole.” She growled out. As he tightens her grip she smiles victoriously .  “I-I hope it bloodly hurts like hell.” She gasped out. When she felt a release his hand and collapsed to the ground taking a breath. “Told you so.” She gasped out holding her neck trying to breathe.


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Immediately following the last scene of Season 2

Hardy stood with his hand on the Taxi door with the sky lit up in oranges and reds behind him. He gazed around the little town that he had hated so much; that hadeventually become a little like home. His upper lip curled in repulsion at that thought. He had dreamt so often of leaving this place that his hesitancy surprised and scared him. He hadn’t ever been good with roots, but then he hadn’t been fond of traveling either. Come to think of it, there had been very few places that he had truly felt comfortable in his life and those had more to do with the people than the physical location.

 He thought of Daisy who was growing up so fast. Every time he saw her she was more of an adult than a child; more a woman than a girl, who had her own friends and her own space and her own schedule. Hardy wondered if she would be happy to have him living closer again, or if she would even notice. There was also a part of him that wondered if having him closer would be the best thing for her, for him…for Tess. Would it be better if she didn’t have him around to deal with?

 Finally, he thought of Ellie and he felt the tug of a smile. She would begin to move on with her life now. She would get back to the amazing mother and friend that she was and maybe even finally get that promotion, with certainly no thanks to him. She’d get a new partner, maybe one that wasn’t so grumpy, not so much of a “wanker” or a “knob”. But that thought caused something to rise up in him. It was bitterness, jealousy and maybe a bit of bile. Whatever the combination, that thought made him sick, along with the thought that he would need a new partner as well.

 His brow wrinkled as he realized that for the first time in a long time he had some longevity. He had time to plan for and even a little bit to play with. He’d never had to think this far ahead. He had always figured he would die in surgery or eventually his heart would just give out. But he could feel the steady beat within his chest, telling him otherwise. The Sandbrook case and Danny’s murder had been his sole purpose for so long now. He had spent so much time and energy trying to get justice for those two families that he suddenly felt bereft and without a purpose and that scared him to no end. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been working towards something. His life had been defined by working to become a DI, working to become a husband, working on case after case and working at being a father. What were you supposed to do if you didn’t have something to work towards? Then a scary thought came to him. 

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