but this love means

Imagine talking to Chris about details of your upcoming wedding. You spent the day meeting with florists and caterers, and finally found a bakery that would make him an apple pie to go alongside the wedding cake. In the middle of all your rambling, you notice he isn’t even listening - he’s just staring at your lips as you talk. He can’t help but laugh that you caught him. He swears this is all very important to him, but he loves the way you speak when you’re passionate about something.

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Uh, Juno and Peter 1A? Idk your ships, but I do know that's something I need.

two important observations to be made here –firstly: smol! tol! and secondly: more hugs for junebugs????

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Asher becomes like a sun god in his banished land of savagery, collecting followers nearly as savage as he is but never making it on the level of a beast. In one version of the story he is labeled as their savior, the sun kissed man who lays his hands out and takes once slaves and they go together, they are an army of savage salvation. In other versions he is recruiting demons, they are an army of the damned and should be feared. Asher can be predicted as a literal monster, teeth too sharp and more limbs than needed, the power to control fire or eyes that glow when angered. There are rumors that he can shift into a dragon or a dog nearly a dragons size; countless other rumors, none of which Asher denies are calls as truth. Asher and his army, his friends, are stories told to children to keep them from misbehavior. They are terrifying or inspiring, they are legends among men, and above them all is Asher Forrester.

Never forget that Asher is driven by his heart, but the rawness and pureness of his emotions, and no man or woman can deny emotion. Logic can be countered, but emotion is as steady as a heart-beat, it will only cease when Asher Forrester dies. 

Fuck if I’m not a loser && excited ??? I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart, and to give you as much love and support as you all have given me throughout the two years I’ve run my beautiful boy Asher Forrester. In truth without the support of all of you, Asher wouldn’t still be here, and like the rest of the ttgot fandom I’d have vanished! But– enough about that. I love each and everyone of you. I have to thank you for your patience and kindness, and the fact you stayed even when I faltered. You’re stuck with me and Asher forever now, and I look forward to the adventures that we get into. Mutual or not, whether I rp with you or not, whether I follow back or not? I still love you– I support you– I know you will be great, and, once again. Thank you. ( ayo the art was done by @likexsummerxrain–archive


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More Than Words Can Say

Summary: Yuuri gets sick with a cold in Hasetsu and loses his voice! How will he and Victor be able to communicate? How will Victor care for Yuuri? Takes place somewhere between episodes 5 and 6.


I’ve been harboring this idea of a sickie who entirely loses their voice for a long time (which I guess is why it ended up being so damn long. I tried to shorten it, I really did try!). This was supposed to be a bit crack-like but surprisingly ended up containing a lot more fluff. In fact, there’s barely even any whump in here. Oh well! Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Im have trouble understanding why some shippers care about what others think of them shipping kaisoo? People are going to look down on you for it whether you ship them casually or “to the extreme” you’re still going to always be a “dirty gross kaisoo shipper” to them no matter what so why care? 🙄 Just ship them happily and let it be.

Okay listen. I hate having to make EVERYTHING about hobrien(not really) but Im pretty sure this would be a very different picture if Dylan was around..

[Melissa Ponzio posted this on her insta btw]

Let's Forget About It

oh dear, my loves.  We asked for the feels and boy! did our mystery anon deliver!  This is a beautiful mix of heart hurt and heart healing and both our our boys get in on both of those.  Prepare for some hurt - and some sweetness at the end to heal.  This was a wonderful, emotional read and I think y’all are really going to enjoy this one.


((Decided on the feels fic after rereading the Ryou meeting Kuro post. Why do I make my boys suffer…oh right, for the following fluff. Enjoy!))

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Sharing a room, just like their childhood days. At least, that was the plan. Of course, getting either one of them to sleep was easier said than done. Neither could sleep, seemingly living by an unspoken rule of only doing so when dying. Both were always busy with one thing or another. Patrolling, tinkering, it seemed they just couldn’t find time to get some rest. There was definitely a slot for sleep, but it was usually replaced with some other activity.

On one of these nights, Taka was patrolling, as usual. His steps surprisingly light, practically floating down the halls. By some instinct or other force, he found himself in Ryou’s little corner of the Castle, the not so private area where he could work in relative peace.

Surely, if he was awake, Ryou would hear the door open and shut. Taka waited for something to fly towards him, or at least the sound of something moving. When a few more seconds of silence passed, Taka walked over to the large pod engine that Ryou was surely contorted in. Thankfully, the Altean equivalent of a flashlight was nearby, though no luck in the engine or in its immdediate vicinity.

He found a small cot sort of space a few feet away. It was nothing more than a sheet of metal covered by a blanket, with a pillow for some semblance of comfort.

But Ryou was not using the pillow. He wasn’t even laying down. He sat with his knees tucked in to his chest, one arm around his legs the other wrapped around his head, which rested on top of his knees, hiding his face.

It did not take long for Taka to sit down next to Ryou, his legs also tuck up to his chest, arms crossed in front of him.

“Hey.” Quietly, gently.

Ryou moved his head just enough to show his eyes, red and puffy with tears. Dim blue light was all that was keeping the room from being completely dark.

“Scared?”

Ryou nodded, hiding his face. Taka sighed knowingly. It hurt to see Ryou like this again.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” Taka looked around the room.

“I remember.”

Taka blinked in surprise and looked back to Ryou, who showed his face but turned it away.

“What?” Their parents? Life on Earth? The agonizing year Taka was gone?

“The arena. Everything I did. I remember all of it.” Quietly, shaking ever so slightly. Hiding again, a whimper escaped, and it was enough to break Taka’s heart, if it wasn’t before.

Taka scooted closer to Ryou, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. Ryou didn’t fight it, he let himself lean on Taka’s chest. Of course he could remember. He was imprisoned for such a shorter amount of time, the stress and fatigue didn’t set in yet. Of course they’d treat him viciously. They thought he was their Champion, an unyielding, undaunted, bloodthirsty….

He tensed at the realization.

He did this.

It was his fault.

It was Takashi’s fault that Ryou was like this.

Because of Takashi’s actions in the arena, the ones that made him their favorite gladiator, Ryou had to force himself to play that role. To continue and uphold the image of a ruthless killer. The aliens didn’t know any better. They believed they had their best fighter, they wanted their best entertainer back. Ryou, a people pleaser, a man who did everything on a vaguely calculated whim, had simply fulfilled their wish.

They wanted their Champion. And Ryou delivered.

“Taka?” Small and delicate, as if he were a child. “Can you hear me?”

Taka tensed again. He had abandoned Ryou and left him to fend for himself. “I’m here.”

“I don’t want to remember.” Honestly, it was surprising to hear Ryou asking for something. If he wanted something, he’d simply get it on his own. But Ryou wasn’t asking for this, he was begging. Begging to not be burdened with the Champion’s twisted and sadistic persona.

“I know.” Taka could only stroke Ryou’s hair.

“No. You don’t.” Slightly louder, as much as his voice could let him, Ryou spat some unexpected venom. It wasn’t as painful as it could be, Takashi knew how that felt, but it was still effective.

“I know.”

Of course he wouldn’t know about that. Takashi, no, Shiro, was lucky to have amnesia. Shiro was able to keep some of his sanity by locking away the terrible things he’s done to other prisoners and even some Galra. Shiro had a destiny to restore the balance of the universe with a merry band of honorary siblings/children, a dynamic Ryou was still figuring out. Shiro was the Black Paladin, the leader, the hero, the paragon of good for the Paladins and the universe. Of course, he wouldn’t know about wanting to forget.

But Shiro wasn’t just Shiro.

“Let’s forget about it then.” Shiro, no, Taka, suggested.

Ryou sniffles in response. “What?”

“Just for tonight, and maybe tomorrow if you want, let’s forget about it.” Taka looked to open air, maybe focusing on the door. “The war, the arena, everything.”

Ryou snorted, letting out a weak but hearty chuckle. “Are you serious?”

“Why not?” Taka looked to Ryou, seeing the weary smile and puffy, baggy, eyes. “Let’s live, and laugh, and love, ‘kay?”

“Oh my god,” Ryou could barely contain his laughter. “Did you really just say that?”

“Yes.” Taka laughed alongside Ryou. “And I’ll say it again if you keep avoiding my question.”

“Okay okay,” Ryou was tense from his laughter, relaxing into his brother’s broader build. “Let’s just live then.”

“Wanna take a fly with Black?” Taka’s voice was barely above a whisper that tickled Ryou’s head.

“Yes.” Ryou grinned, wiping a tear from his face and closing his eyes, Taka’s shoulder as his pillow.

“Five more minutes?” Taka held Ryou close, hoping his heart wasn’t beating too fast.

“Ten.” Ryou mumbled, hiding his face in Taka’s chest.

Taka sighed knowingly. “Twenty it is then.”

((Okay, spoiler, I’m a big RWBY fan, haven’t worked on anything RWBY related since jumping into Voltron hell a few months ago but sweet damn the V4 opening is awesome and I wish I could have been listening to it when I wrote this so here it is now:  /watch?v=RCBupigm7tU))