“This is going to hurt, but it’ll be faster if I take you to Yosano-sensei.”
Chuuya’s face contorted as his body was jostled, electric pain erupting from his torso and making his vision fade out. His hand scrambled for purchase on Dazai’s sleeve.
“Dazai stop. Just–just stay with me okay?”
He could feel Dazai’s arms trembling around him, at a loss for what to do. If it didn’t hurt so much, he would have laughed at the mere idea of Dazai being uncertain.
“Are you just going to give up like that? That doesn’t sound like Chuuya to me at all,” Dazai’s voice was thin like his smile, which did nothing to conceal the tension in his jaw and the wildness in his eyes.
“I’m tired,” Chuuya said, “and this isn’t such a bad way to go.” He pressed his cheek against Dazai, soaking up this final moment of peace. Yokohama was a battlefield, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The whole world has narrowed down to just them; Dazai’s eyes on him, Dazai’s body wrapped around his, Dazai’s heart open to him only. “I finally get to have you all to myself.”
Dazai’s hold tightened, “It doesn’t have to end here. We can do this every day, as many times as you want.”
It sounded nice. It really did. To have Dazai back by his side. They could skip town, start over from scratch, escape this blood and brutality and betrayal.
Chuuya could imagine a run-down apartment tucked away in a corner of some city far away, two coats hanging side by side on hooks nailed to the wall. He could imagine brown eyes staring out the window on a rainy day at something beyond the clouds. A broken promise. Orphans. He could imagine the way those eyes would linger to the window for longer and longer each day.
And one day, there would only be one coat hanging by the door.
“Nah,” Chuuya replied. His eyelids have grown too heavy, although the rest of him feels weightless, insubstantial.
Vaishu finally watches... Baahubali 2: The Conclusion
Yes its liveblogging time again! Here goes…
HOLY SHIT THOSE 3D MODELS ARE AMAZING.
I feel bad for that elephant (i know its CGI but like). bruh that elephant just wants out of the land of crazy humans
oh great Baahu never a moment of not looking good huh… he could do with some depth in his character, but its only the first few min of the movie so I’ll withhold judgment for now
wow Mommy’s boy™
ewwwww bijjaladeva is so gross in the head wtf killing your own wife dude go get therapy for chrissakes
lmao Kattapa fucking rekt yall!!! Someone call the ambulance woo eee woo eee woo eee (sound of an ambulance, if you couldnt tell)
i have to say… rana has a really nice butt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I LOVE DEVASENA ALREADY
but seriously, need to get me a girl like that
oooh someones has a crush (its me. also baahu)
robust appearance…. lmao
yea GO GURL UPGRADE YO SKILLS
okay the wild boar scene is funny and all but like… why cant the lady win for once why does the guy always have to one up her
i love how much of a loser kumara varma is, he is highly #relatable
boi did you literally get hit by a bull to keep your identity secret so that you can tease her properly. literally what…. straight people are so weird
how is devasena a literal goddess in every scene. how. ((pls be my wife))
i really like this song and i vibe HEAVILY with the aesthetic here. i love the clothes give the costume department an award already
look at bhalla’s content at the whole scheme why do you have to be like this dude. #beadecentdude2k17
look here Sivagami i love you and i would literally die for you but promising a girl’s hand in marriage without her consent is not cool bruh. dont be an accomplice in the crimes of patriarchy and sell out your fellow women like this.
LITERALLY HOW CAN DEVASENA BE SO AMAZING. YOU TELL IT LIKE IT IS, GIRL . CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY. MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES AND EMPOWER YOURSELF
she is literally the “I will not hesitate, bitch.” kinda gal
wow sudden hero kumara varma good for you mah dude
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS THE MOVIE POSTER POSE RIGHT THERE. MY WARRIOR BABIES THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER
wow them cows though… (better watch out for the BJP lmao dont kill me for that joke)
my boi… he was wearing armor underneath… how XTRA
can you get
I love devasena so much my homegirl. MY BAE. even if she likes the guy she is not going to submit to the patriarchy. you go girl
that is a lovely… boat… the VISUALS IN THIS MOVIE ARE SO GORGEOUS MY EYES ARE SO BLESSED RN
wow they have such great chemistry. its better than avanthika and baahu jr’s chemistry
i love how she kisses first. yes girl make the first move!!! go get yo man!
wow that flag breaking is very… omimouse (not a typo thats just the word ominous in vaishu language)
but seriously is that supposed to mean something? im too dense to get it. is it that she has to break off her loyalty to kuntala now
Devasena is just like “you see this right here bitches? this is a no bullshit zone. no bullshit allowed yo”
“agangaram as alangaram” amazing line 10/10
but like that isnt even temerity. its literally standing up for her rights though
dont people write the names of the potential groom? why are you people like this
oh wow the coronation scene is amazing. all the military stuff is cool. and the symbolism of the cheers making stuff come crashing down. good job rajamouli you played this well
what do you mean you’re just a slave. bro if you had to act as wingman you best believe youre family now. stop with that hierarchy bullshit its so uncomfortable for me to see
MOM NO *cries forever*
I LOVE THE KUMARA VARMA AND BAAHU BROMANCE SO MUCH. GIVE. ME. MOAR.
wow when bhalla was like “a pregnant woman doesnt want riches or possessions… she only wants her husband’s embrace” my gutter brain almost thought he was going to give them a bed or some fertility thing like a creep. but that thing he said already made my creep radar go crazy
you’re literally the worst my dude the worst
deva is such a firecracker holy shit i LOVE HER
ewww that is so gross. dude i will break your hand. i will break it and set it on fire. i am not joking.
well you did my job deva so anyways…. ufos more like identified flying fingers amirite… heh heh
but didnt ancient india invent plastic surgery anyways i dont see whats the huge deal here
i cant believe im saying this but devasena would make a much better ruler than sivagami. in fact i personally think she would even be better than baahu. girl’s got her priorities right
its interesting how baahu has a moon pottu and bhalla has a sun pottu. one would think the positions would have been reversed. maybe they wanted to show that baahu was more nurturing and stuff. but like. its sunlight that grows plants? anyways.
NOICE. COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT.
THERE GOES THE HEAD.
wow no you got it all wrong. “scorned the laws”? dont you know the highest form of patriotism and responsible citizenry is criticism!! what the literal fuck, why are you like this. i loved you so much why would you do this
wow baahu busting out some engineering skills right there. why is this the first time im seeing this. most of the times hes like a big fuck you to physics. but like engineering ex machina i suppose
man hes so tall he has to bend down so the lady can pat his head LMAO idk this is adorable. this reminds me of the time i was scrolling though the baahubali tag and someone called the beefcake that is prabhas a “smol bean”. wtf tumblr
omg bhalla let a guy live. so not cool mah dude
baahu has such a magnificent mane. he has better hair than me what the hell
bhalla is so fucking rude… how can you choke your actual dad… granted he’s the reason why youre like this
wow and treating a disable person like that… why are you literally so vile
why is he suddenly turning on his son… THIS IS HIGHLY SUSPECT
OH MY GOD I KNEW IT. SEE. I WOULDNT HAVE FALLEN FOR THAT. DUDE WHYYYYY
oh my god this is such a tire fire what the heck
man i would have said yes and just run far far away if i was kattapa
its so sad to watch this when you know its all going to end horribly
oh my god “as long as you’re by my side no man has been born yet to kill me” well this line killed me so
cant you follow your moral code instead! is your allegiance to the throne so important! an innocent man cant go through punishment like this its wrong
oh my god this is so sad
also uhm i just realised that baahu has wonder woman bracelets
that was the most dramatic death scene ive ever watched. it gave me the chills.
WOAH bhalla is SO messed up in the head good god
look this is all well and good but you should really wash and disinfect your hands before touching babies… as i always like to say, common sense is not so common
aw baby promise that is so cute
omg he called him grandpa that is so adorable
omg devasena i love you so much
okay but dont forget your adopted parents too
they dont have weapons! they cant succeed by their will alone! what i would do is create like an elite task force and infiltrate the place. boi you need some strategy. a map of the citadel at least
holy shit devasena is not to be messed with my lady literally carrying a dude’s head
that is so fucked up man the people behind this movie went so hard. they didnt have to but they went so hard
wow that was smurt
okay where is avanthika though dont tell me she stayed home
DEVA NO. WIELD YOUR SWORD BABY COME ON YOU’RE STILL STRONG
that is so…. creative…
HE JUST DID THE WONDER WOMAN SHIELD BOOSTED JUMP
omg i love the grandpa and grandson duo SO CUTE when he calls him “thatha” man grandparents are wonderful my thatha is so excited for me to get a job and i havent even entered uni yet (okay side tracking here)
is his own classic tyrant statue gonna kill him cause i think it will. im calling it now everyone. poetic justice okay
aw her future daughter in law protecting her
oh yea the statue didnt kill him sadly
shes stepping on his face omg the symbolism
ripping out his heart omg how grosser can you get
omg is that… a blood abhishekam…. i have no words..
YAASS GAUNTLETS (but seriously… wonder woman)
Avanthika looks gorgeous and aw its his Ma
thats… baahu thats water pollution you cant do that
Can we just talk about how much Toshiya and Hiroko probably love Viktor aka their new son in law
Aside from Toshiya bullshitting that he doesn’t know exactly who Viktor Nikiforov in this moment (like come on, unless he hasn’t been inside Yuuri’s bedroom or spoken to his son about his interests in eleven years), and just being a wing man here, I like to think that they had a full conversation. I mean, Makkachin had obviously been given free reign of the house at this point, so they must have talked about that.
What I like to think went down is Viktor walked in with a rehearsed (and slightly mispronounced) sentence of Japanese like “Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Viktor-”
And Toshiya looks at him like “Here for Yuuri?”
“Yes! I’m looking for Yuuri!” All hearts and smiles. “I want to coach him in figure skating!” And then goes into a long explanation of how great Yuuri indeed is.
And of course he knows enough English to understand the meaning of that, so he politely directs Viktor to the onsen whilst he waits.
But aside from that.
Viktor has been there for… two hours at this point? Probably even less, but maybe not. Hiroko is already casually referring to him as Vicchan. He’s been adopted swiftly.
She sounds and looks so fond of him.
SHE LOOKS SO DAMN PLEASED WHEN VIKTOR COMPLIMENTS THE KATSUDON
And let’s just remember that Viktor is a walking advertisement at this rate. Given how much the Katsukis talk about promoting tourism, they probably adore him for it too
Also Yuuri is just as bad as he is lmao
Also the fact that the Katsukis are trusted with Makkachin says a lot. They ARE family at this point.
I hinestly think Hiroko and Toshiya would genuinely be over the moon when the engagement is announced. It’s one thing to mentally adopt Viktor, and another to ACTUALLY have him as their son in law.
TLDR, Viktor and the Katsuki’s have an adorable relationship I wish was explored more
country singer bitty accidentally writes a hit about nhl player jack
Based on this post about the inspiration for Dolly Parton’s Jolene, which is somehow even gayer than the song itself. Bless you, Dolly.
It had started out so innocently.
Bitty had been tired after hours of this meet n’ greet, and when that tall drink of water walked up to get his autograph, Bitty couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of his mouth.
“Gosh, well aren’t you the most handsome fella I’ve ever seen,” he said, reached for the outstretched CD–CD! Who even bought CDs anymore?–and readied his Sharpie. “What’s your name, hun?”
“Uh, Jack,” the man said, pretty eyes going wide. If he’d been more awake, Bitty might’ve felt bad for making a fan uncomfortable. But if this Jack really were a fan, then he certainly wouldn’t have a problem with another man complimenting him. And besides, he was handsome, with his wide shoulders and high cheekbones and eyes as blue as the summer sky.
If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.
When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.
Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.
Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.
Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.
They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.
Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.
These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.
Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”
Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”
Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”
It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.
made your way to their dorm later that day with the hat that you had taken, you
were nervous to say the least. You wanted to ignore that gut feeling you had
yesterday. ‘I’m just being paranoid’ you said to yourself quietly ‘they’re my
best friends they wouldn’t just do anything to jeopardize that’ you kept
got to their dorm. you placed the hat on the countertop closest to you and
right away you heard whispers, you couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying
but from the words you did hear, you knew it sounded somewhat serious? When you
closed the front door to get their attention it immediately went quiet. You fought
yourself so hard to not overthink it, you crossed it out of your mind. Gone and
in to where they were all sitting, and sat in between Jungkook and Jin, you didn’t
know how to explain it but it felt different, the whole atmosphere changed, Jungkook
felt uncomfortable around you and Namjoon seemed to have sat straighter when
you sat down and you saw it. Remember that pit in your stomach from yesterday? Well
it was back and deeper than ever, you wanted to bring it up but you couldn’t seem
to find the words and there was an awkward silence before Taehyung stood up
making everyone jump a bit. “hey y/n! Let’s go play video games!” “tae-” you couldn’t
finish your sentence before Taehyung pulled you up and dragged you to the
living room where all the video games were. Taehyung got your mind off
everything happening around you, but those slight moments where you would look
around to see Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi standing in the back whispering amongst themselves
made you sink back into the depressing state where you question everything.
Taehyung quickly picked up on your pauses and brought you back to the games. You
felt him trying so hard to make you happy and get your mind off it, he knew
about what was going on and he was trying to distract you?
into the room being his giddy self but you felt it was forced. Was he forcing
himself to be happy around you? why would he do that? Jungkook ignored you at
almost all cost, something was eating at him and you were determined to find
out what it was. What have they all been hiding? Usually you wouldn’t be afraid
to speak up, ask them, but now it seemed as you were the source of the problem.
You excused yourself to the bathroom to pick yourself up. when you came out,
you must have been really quiet because none of the boys seemed to have heard
you. Before you turned into the living room you heard voices you stayed behind
the wall determined to find out what they were talking about, how you could fix
it. “hyung I really can’t take this anymore every time I look at y/n I feel
like crying” you recognized it as Jungkooks voice. “Jungkook you can’t say
anything, she’ll be so hurt if we told her” a voice you heard as Namjoons said.
“what we did was cruel and I’m also hurt we did that but why now Jungkook? Why suddenly
after all this time you feel like you need to tell her now?” “Jin hyung please
see where I’m coming from, I like y/n more than just a friend, but I can’t ask
her out knowing what we did” Jungkook said he sounded as if he was so close to
crying. “guys shut up y/n…” jimin said quietly. You’ve been spotted. You just
stood there almost frozen. What have they done that was so bad? You’re going
through all these years you’ve been friends with them in your mind. Wondering what
has been happening behind your back.
about your problems with trust and ‘friends’ in the past, they knew how you
overthink everything, they knew about your anxiety, but it didn’t seem to
matter anymore. “y/n…I’m-” Jungkook mumbled. “I don’t know what you did or what
it has to do with me but you better tell me… now!” you were angry. That pit in
your stomach seemed to have dropped to your feet. Your mind racing with
thoughts. “y/n I think you should sit down” Jin said softly following a
mumbling in agreement from Jiimin, and Hoseok. You didn’t know what they did
but you felt like crying again, you felt like your world was falling apart. Your
surroundings turning dark. you sat down in front of them analyzing each of
and Namjoon looking like at any second they would burst out in tears more than
you were, Jin and
Yoongi just look worried like they were thinking
about what you were going to do and not having a conclusion. Hoseok is clearly
upset with himself he looks like he’s mentally punching himself, he has that
triangle mouth that appears when something is really upsetting him. What was
going on? Why are they acting like this? What did I do? What happened? Can I fix
this? Shit. You were breathing fast while not breathing at all. The silence was
painful you were losing your patience. “well someone speak!” you said loudly
making them all jump. You looked around once more and all of them seem to be
either in tears or near tears. Jin took a deep breath, he grabbed your hand as
if to make sure you won’t walk away. “y/n, we….”
A/N: ok so idk how much i like this and i feel like i rushed it and its getting to the problem too fast? idk but there is a lot i want to write that works with this so we’ll see a lot of you have been asking for a pt. 2 and i was so happy a lot of you liked it since it was my first time writing a series type thing, but I’m happy and thankful. i forgot to put the title of the story on the first part but i think ill be calling this series ‘Secrets Out’ what do y'all think? ok i hope you liked this part~ pt. 3? (ps i feel like the angst was weak with this one so I’m sorry)
YAY WE’RE BACK, EVERYONE!!! Did you miss me?? I missed you.
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Anyway, this scene definitely should have been in the ep.
“Can he teleport?”
“The kid!” Dean snaps. “Does he have wings?”
Sam stutters out that he doesn’t know, and, right. How would he? Dean wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it comes away bloody - his lip stings where he’s touched it.
He closes his eyes and takes a slow breath in through his nose. He’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together, but his hands shake regardless.
“We can check along the main roads,” Sam placates, mistaking his silence for frustration. “We’ll be faster in the car than he is on foot, assuming he doesn’t fly, and he can’t have gotten far.”
Dean opens his eyes, but he doesn’t reply. He keeps his back to his brother.
“It’s going to be ok, Dean,” Sam says, only a few feet behind him now, and damn it if that just doesn’t break Dean’s heart all over again.
Soon enough he hears the dirt start to crunch under Sam’s shoes. He has to swerve around Dean to get to the passenger side, his usual post in times of crisis, but Dean lets out a sigh just as he gets his hand on the door.
Sam turns back to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Dean swallows. “I need you to help me with something first.”
I kinda wanted to talk about that because I feel like, lots of people tend to see Jumin only as the controlling jerk who has some stick far up his butt? And I see why that is.
But I’m not sure if this solely comes from Jaehee’s route in addition with his bad story ending 2 or if some people just try to ignore the positive aspects, which I find really sad.
I want to mention that I really did dislike Jumin first, because I didn’t even try to understand where he is coming from, until I played his route.
Jumin’s the kinda guy who doesn’t show his emotions much, and when he does, outside of his route, it’s hard to understand because he has some rather indirect way of showing his concerns.
He’s super supportive in V’s route, he’s getting Mama Kim to look after Yoosung because he doesn’t seem like he can manage adulthood on his own, he sends bodyguards to everyone because he’s concerned about everyone’s well being. He goes as far as to get Zen another “job” despite how Zen treats him.
As it was shown in V’s route, Jumin aims to be the strong one out of the RFA, after all that has happened on Day 10 we can see that one;
This doesn’t look like a massively stuck up jerk, does it? That looks like the kinda guy that knows he’s gonna be able to “stand firm” given he knows how to surpress emotions to succeed in his job.
Another thing; My very first call was a call to Jumin, when I just started the game, where he told me not to waste his time with dumb chit chat. - And fuck, I see why everyone would be blown away by that kind of attitude. - I was really “offended” myself and that’s also where I started to dislike him.
But, if you look at the route’s call logs, you’ll notice that Jumin is the one who will pick up most calls. You can often call him at night when something happened, disregarding his wish not to call him again. He will listen to whatever you have to say and will be thankful that he could get his thoughts away from work, even if it was just briefly.
He doesn’t hate or even dislike Zen either, in fact, Zen is the only one he’d trust regarding MC, as he even asks Zen to take care of her, in case Jumin won’t be able to do so one day.
Those were general things, but let me get to his route;
Because this fandom is so split regarding especially BE 2. At no point, does Jumin force MC into the controlling thing. MC literally asks Jumin to lock her up. You reach it, by encouraging his sexual and controlling side instead of actually caring for his problems. Jumin is confused, he doesn’t even know whether he’s doing the right thing or not. But MC asked for it… So it must be right, right?
He has never had a relationship before, his parents couldn’t possibly be a good role model for him either, otherwise they wouldn’t be divorced. Chairman is womanizing like crazy, and thus no role model for a healthy relationship either.
It’s obviously not the best option for Jumin, but by no means does he force you into it.
MC, asks for it. Doing something against her will? Not sure where people get that from.
“As long as you continue to feel this way”, seems to me pretty much like “I’ll stop doing it as soon as you say so.”
Jumin doesn’t force MC to stay at his place. You went to his pent house with the intention to help him out, so you do help him out, but he still won’t let MC go home. He must force her to stay right?
Wrong. Jumin wants you to stay safe and sound. Rika’s apartment doesn’t seem safe to Jumin and let’s be fair. It is not safe. Some random hacker knows the address even HE doesn’t know? He even knows the password to the apartment? The RFA suddenly gets weird E-Mails? Fishy Sarah and Glam are plotting stuff.
He just found the seemingly only person who understands him. He doesn’t want her to be in danger.
And honestly, Jumin manages to keep MC the safest. Literally no one in harmed in his route - as long as you actually freaking trust his judgement.
You can very well leave his penthouse and go home. But guess who’s waiting at Rika’s apartment? - Right, Unknown.
The ending is literally there, to show you, all Jumin wants is to keep you safe and sound.
So please, I’m not asking you to love and cherish him, but please don’t try to make him look bad for the wrong reasons.
Is he dominant? Yes, definitely. But he knows his boundaries and when he crosses them, he’ll apologise immediately. If you generally don’t like that, that’s perfectly fine with me.
Does Jumin do anything against MC’s will solely for his own personal gain?
No. So please don’t say that.
Is Jumin cold hearted? No, definitely not. He just has a really unique way of showing it.
Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!
Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.
why do i only ever hurt lance
“Figures,” Lance grumbled.
“Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I
don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t
stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”
“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving
voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only
ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom
fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”
“Yeah, okay, but why do I
have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is
way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”
“Quit whining,” Keith snapped,
glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep
us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up
Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to
catch up to him.
“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is
the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and
faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,”
“Wish I had help navigating the
terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were
currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t
explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”
“Because going on solo missions to
unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star
Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable
snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”
“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we
out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to
freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space
camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“What the hell are you
“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to
marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those
movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”
“Would you two take this mission
seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing
his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes
adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go
prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy
“Prancing? Shiro, I don’t
“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted
him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It
would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures.
“Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”
“Yep,” she told them. “The
hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”
Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go
“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is
huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance
protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the
“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s
ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then
we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot
worse than this.”
“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know
that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?”
Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his
armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.
“It looks pretty thick,” she
mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with
your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”
“See?” Lance smirked at
him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”
“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check
the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something?
Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this
isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke
so fast it was almost difficult to understand.
“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance
observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake
is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get
to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”
“Nope. No animals down there,”
Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up
“I still have a really bad feeling
about this,” Keith mumbled.
Lance turned towards him with a grin.
“We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should
see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want
to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer
than I have to.”
“He really is the true pilot of
Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh.
“Impatient as all hell.”
“Hey!” Keith and Lance
exclaimed at the same time.
Pidge snorted. “Just get going
Lance wasted no time in starting out
across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still
hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward,
Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark
moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t
she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but
just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.
He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling
away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear
the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended
into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice
wrap around Lance’s legs.
He rushed forward, but it was already
too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by
the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.
The water was murky, and dark. Lance
could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him
further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to
activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.
He felt the grip of whatever held him
tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break
Lance forced himself not to panic.
Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned
his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but
with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to
the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.
Judging by the shriek of pain and how
the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He
kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However,
with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but
ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled
to find the hole which he’d fallen into.
Lance was just starting to give up
hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and
yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.
Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the
water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was
foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith
kneeling over him, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands
hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”
“What—” Lance coughed again.
“What was that… that thing?”
“I… I didn’t scan for plants,”
Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there
would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”
“Now will you listen to me
when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way
to relieved to actually come off as angry.
Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I
c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed
“Why’s he talking like that?” he
asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”
“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice
was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed.
“Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the
castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come
back to the planet in Blue later.”
Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his
arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red.
“Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”
“You.. you were r-right,” Lance
admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.”
His eyes started to slide shut.
“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay
awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”
“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s
freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his
eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll
just take a little n-nap.”
“Lance, no, you’ve got to—”
Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his
Lance fell unceremoniously out of the
healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the
floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned.
“So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”
Keith bristled. “That’s all you have
to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid
decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times
has it been now?”
Lance ignored him. “Where are the
“None of them wanted to stay
overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many
times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance
had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the
entirety of his weight.
“And yet you stayed,” Lance
grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”
Lance’s smile turned quickly into a
smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going
Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance
onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at
that exact moment and kissed him.
It didn’t last long, but Keith was
blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a
little flustered, too, though.
“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For
saving my life.”
“Um,” Keith started, brain still
trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I—
is this— what?”
Lance laughed, finally stepping back
from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get
some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”
Keith watched him go, and stammered
out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing
when he saw you.
You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue
so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress
fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.
It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.
“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in
Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.
“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.
“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”
Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”
“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”
A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”
“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”
Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”
“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”
“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.
“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.
“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”
“All you had to do was - “
“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”
Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.
When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.
“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.
He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”
Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”
“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.
“Do you think…” Draco trails off.
Harry looks up. “What?”
Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”
“You used to call me Draco.”
Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.
“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”
Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.
Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”
Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.
Notes I took from my Daddy as advice for ALL Caregivers
I asked my daddy, and he says “the best way to make them feel good is attention. Not too much to oversaturate them, but you don’t want to make them feel like they’re not needed or wanted. Give them as much as you can, but give them space when they want. Every time you can, give them time. But when you need space, you have to tell them too.”
“Find out their interests. See what you can do to help them get into little space, and what works best. Experiment with them to see what makes them feel happiest in little space.”
“Set rules. Make them achievable, but not overwhelming.” (Also punishments, but not all spankings -me)
“Interact with them when they’re little. Get involved. Listen to them talk about their drawings, and tell them how much you love it. Put it on your fridge.”
“If they ask you to name stuff for them, such as a stuffie, do it. It’s a huge honor. It means you’re really important to them and you matter so much to them.”
“Read stories to them (via Skype if you’re ldr). And find a board game, like battleship that you can play ldr, if you are.”
“It all boils down to finding a happy medium for the amount of attention she wants and you want to give.”
“Never expect a relationship to be 50/50. Always be sure to put more in and be ready to get less out, just in case. Once you expect 50/50, you’ll always be disappointed. It doesn’t mean the partner is a bad person, but we’re all only human, and we can only do so much.”
(From me) If they fall asleep early, send them a cute paragraph for them to wake up to. It’s super fun to wake up to something sweet from Daddy.
Not his exact words because I was typing fast and didn’t reread anything until now, but take this stuff to heart. Sorry it’s not extravagant, these are only notes, not his exact words. He sounded much more exhilarating.
here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.
Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.
Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.
Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career. Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.
“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ”
“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!”
“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”
or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.
The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.
“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.” Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.
It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.
Leaflet for Over Again Inc. “In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”
Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.
Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.” Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.” Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.
Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.
Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?
In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.
“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.
AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.
Louis doesn’t get out too much due to his shyness. The only two friends he has he met online and they both live miles and miles away. Then along comes a cute bartender that completely flips Louis’ life upside down.
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
Aspiring writer and all-around office gopher Harry Styles is desperately trying to establish himself as a hard-hitting journalist at the famous men’s magazine M™. When his editor-in-chief asks for a last minute volunteer, Harry jumps at the chance to write his first real assignment.Suddenly, Harry is tasked with writing a 10-day, exclusive, personal feature on roguishly handsome rising star, Football darling, and pain-in-the-arse diva Louis Tomlinson’s coming out. Harry just wants to write his story. Louis isn’t going to make it easy. Oh bloody buggering fuck.
“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.” There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going. Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.That’s how it begins.
Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.
Or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.
They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.
Or Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.
“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.” Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.
a/n: this is just soft boys being soft tbh. i needed it so here it is- soft richie for the win! fluff/a little bit of angst
warnings: homophobia (very brief)
Eddie is in love. Richie is staring down him, dark curls enveloping his freckled face, thin lips pressed into a tight smile, adoration in his eyes, and Eddie is in love. Eddie wants to mumble something along the lines of: “Get off me, trashmouth,” but the words cannot surpass his love-struck mouth. There is a certain look in Richie’s eyes that wills Eddie to stay quiet, hands pressed to hands, bodies flushed. He has never known a love like this before.