edition of something else but still


“Of all the rest: then wilt though not be loth
To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess
A paradise within thee, happier far.”
— John Milton, “Paradise Lost”


All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

“Let Riko be King,” Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. “Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.”
“Queen,” Andrew said somewhere behind Neil.

did i ever show you this edit i made

At the time, and still to this day, my approach was always, and still is, sort of one day at a time. I mean this is where I’m at, I’m enjoying doing this, and y’know if I ever comes a time where the fun is out of it, then I’ll do something else. So I was just having a good time learning and kind of like experiencing, and so I didn’t really think too much about the future. Again, I’m still, like I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but here I am, so in a way it kind of worked for me and so I just, that’s my approach to it.


Right. Maybe the last ones, but then again, maybe not. A different leather jacket, also profile. (x)


No More Nesting Dean?

Dean used to be so excited about the bunker. He had his own room with a mattress that remembered him and a bedside table where he could put his picture of Mom. He enjoyed the “marvelous” water pressure in the showers and felt comfortable enough to walk around in slippers and a bathrobe. He cooked and kept the place clean. He hung around with Sam, with Kevin and Cas and Charlie, sharing a drink or watching Game of Thrones together or just sitting in companionable silence. He was surprised that Sam didn’t see the bunker as anything more than a workplace. Because to Dean, the bunker represented safety and family. Sadly, both of those things are not exactly there anymore.

It turned out that the bunker isn’t the impenetrable fortress it was made out to be. Gadreel killed Kevin, the Wicked Witch killed Charlie in Dean’s own room, Demon Dean almost killed Sam. The Stynes broke in easily, going through Dean’s most personal possessions, making fun of them and planning to burn it all before Dean killed them. Lucifer snuck in, wearing the body of Dean’s closest friend. Chuck and Lucifer took over the bunker, poisoning it with their family drama. Lucifer occupied Sam’s room and threatened the Winchesters, Chuck took to wearing Dean’s bathrobe (just like Mary did, curiously) and using his laptop without permission. Metatron’s been inside, as has Billie, Rowena and Crowley. Toni broke in to kidnap Sam. It’s not a surprise that Dean didn’t show any concern over Crowley being able to zap in after all that. And as Mr. Ketch’s recent visit shows, the BMOL can come knocking at the door anytime. The place is not safe anymore, it’s not Dean’s anymore.

And as for family? That concept has been getting a lot of hits too, lately. Mary’s return paradoxically made Dean’s home less of a home as the truth about who Mary is (and was) slowly deconstructed the idea of home, safety and family that Dean had held onto since he was four years old. Even before she left, things were off, as shown by Dean feeling the need to exile himself to the kitchen floor. On top of that, Mary lied to Dean, as has Sam, both choosing a group of deceitful strangers over him. And it doesn’t matter that they confessed to it or apologized, Dean’s trust in them is seriously shaken. As is his image of what family is supposed to be. Or rather, it seems like he’s the only one holding onto something that everyone else has abandoned or forgotten, and it only keeps getting him hurt.

It’s no wonder that by Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell, we see Dean carelessly sit in a clean chair in his blood-streaked clothes and flick bits of siren gore across the room, and at the same time be overly protective of the Impala. It’s like he’s retreating from the bunker back to the car, because Baby is at least still his, still safe, still home.

wolvesforfeminism  asked:

Hello! I am considering going into animation and was wondering how much math I would need? I heard that you have to be very solid in mathematics and possibly physics to be an animator, but I am rather unskilled with that stuff. I don't want this to be my downfall later on. So should I find a different profession to focus on or do I stand a chance? Thanks <3


This is the craziest thing I ever heard. If someone said you need to know physics they probably meant… Something else. You need to know how to animate things believably and that means knowing how things move… Physically. Like, a basketball will bounce high when dropped, a bowling ball won’t. That kind of stuff. You don’t need to know math equations to animate. That’s FALSE! And WEIRD! 

EDIT - Got some good observations in the comments! Check em. Still same conclusion though: You don’t need to be a math professor to be a character animator. 


Here’s my tweets about Kubo-sensei and Sayo Yamamoto during their conference in Con-Comics Guadalajara, it was terribly unorganized but I got half of what I wanted
Please consider that everything they said was translated to english and then to Spanish, so the “friendship bond” part may have been something else but got lost in translation, I’ll still think of Victor and Yuuri as fiancés and nothing else

Edit: thanks to @retropug apparently the “friendship bond” was a mistranslation, makes sense, the girl beside me kept giving me better translations than those two guys 2nd edit: thank you @kimisweetbllover for clarifying! Apparently, Kubo said “unbreakable bond” in addition to Sayo’s “love” I’m screaming this is beautiful
Too Much Planning Made my Novel Boring

Anonymous asked: “I’m trying to change the process in which I write. Instead of me just going in full steam ahead without planning anything whatsoever and just ad-libbing my way through it all, I’m trying to instead make a plan for what I want the plot, setting, and characters to be like. But now I feel like I’ve tried to plan so much that the feeling that originally prompted me to start writing is gone. How do I know the difference between when I’ve done too much planning and not done enough?”

Great question. A mentor of mine once said it’s a little bit of a dance. You want to keep an air of mystery around the project - it’s why you’ve found it so intriguing in the first place, so you don’t want to ruin it by plotting it out point by point. Some people can do that and have no problem writing after the fact, but others can’t. I cannot plan everything. I lose interest too. I try new techniques all the time and the truth is, some just will not work for you. 

Instead of planning everything, I plan only a few scenes ahead. I have a general sense of direction for the story and I have an idea of what the next scene will look like and pretty much not a clue beyond that. My plan changes often but the story’s trajectory really doesn’t change that much. This way, it’s always something exciting and new. The more I learn just a little more the deeper I fall into it, trying to piece together the mystery of it. Sometimes I have to fix some earlier pieces to make it all fit, but it comes together with some later edits. 

Some ways to stay on track include writing every day. It sounds tedious and at first, it is, but after awhile, you don’t want to write anything else. 

If you’re still in love with the idea of the project you’d worked on - even if you can’t bring yourself to write it, try changing all the character’s names. Don’t plan that. Just start writing. Reimagine the setting. New city. Same basic events, but things are different, then just start writing. This is an old trick that helps me get reinvested in a dead project. Looking at it with forced-fresh eyes can help a lot. 

Happy writing! 


More concepts for the AU. 

Genji’s story is different from canon, but in the end he still ends up being forced to leave Shimada clan because of Hanzo. He also still goes into Mercy’s care and later meets Zenyatta. 

Not sure if i should tell what exactly happens yet though.

guys I am so serious but I have no idea what just happened and I am having real, physical difficulty typing rn because my whole body is shaking? like, okay, so this thing flew over head that woke me up, I guess it just sounded like a regular aircraft but kind of low, and then there was this burning heavy pressure and it made the back of my eyelids go white (even though I was in a dark room with my eyes shut hang on of course I had my eyes shut oh well) but I am not making this up and it felt like I was, idk, being microwaved or fucking something and I was like ‘well this is how I die’ but it went but I felt…. just awful, after, and I still do but the main thing is my hands? are shaking so badly I cannot describe how much I am kinda of not okay

also this is like, 7:17am in the uk it just happened in like the last half hour? anyone else?

EDIT: okay so my friend on skype is an angel and talked to me about normal shit and now I have stopped shaking and feel better, I really hope it was aliens because dude that would be sweet but I’ll talk to my two-doctors-who-are-also-my-parents about it and see if I need to see an actual GP, sorry for wigging you out but I literally kinda felt like I was? dying? for a bit there. oops

Edit edit: sooo I might have had a seizure, going to see the doctor later today, whelp. Really sorry for scaring you but bloody hell I never want that again.

。* ✿  Katsuyu Week  2017  ✿ *。

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Let’s begin with the fun time! ヾ(☆▽☆)
。* ✿ Prompts

DAY 1:- Blush or Smile
DAY 2:- Rain or Winter
DAY 3:- Explosive or Calmness
DAY 4:- Teasing
DAY 5:- Unspoken bond
DAY 6:- Switch quirk or outfit
DAY 7:- AU (alternate universe)

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Samuel L Jackson criticises casting of black British actors in American films

ok i kiiiiinda see his point especially with african american historical figures… but the thing is all british actors are highly desirable in america because they are better trained. not saying americans don’t have drama schools but there is a difference between them and the big, prestigious drama schools in london, in fairness. british actors tend to be classically trained and highly versatile in both stage and screen. so they are in very high demand over there.

second point to say is that black british actors tend to go to america because there is not enough roles for them here, and that’s very sad. it is still extremely difficult for people like idris elba, john boyega and chiwetel ejiofor (who are amazing, we can all agree on that) to have longlasting careers in britain alone. so that’s something that definitely needs fixing over here. but i am hesitant to fully agree with SLJ since i rep our black british actors so hard and think they need recognition and opportunities to showcase their talent too. i don’t want them to be out of a job :(

what does everyone else think?

EDIT (IMPORTANT): i wrote the below post in response to one of the many comments taking issue with the idea that african american actors are ‘poorly trained’. i feel utterly mortified thinking that people think that’s what people thought i was saying here. having read many of the comments i now see that i came across as a right dick in my first post so please read below and comment if there is anything else in the post you take an issue with!!! not going to delete it though because i think sometimes on this website it’s good to show that you make mistakes and you have blind spots even when you think you are pretty aware of representation issues and so on, but that you can learn and develop your thinking by accepting your mistakes and taking on board what people FROM THAT COMMUNITY tell you. appreciate all the comments on this post and please keep them coming!!

“looking back at my first post i think it was both badly worded (the general thrust was meant to be about why americans might prefer british actors but i accept that it didn’t come across clearly) and also had a hefty dose of snootiness about british drama institutions that were both uncritical and unnecessary. i fully accept that and would like to apologise as i can’t in any sense claim deep knowledge of american versus british drama schools so really that was just quite silly and i regret that.

i hope that you can see though that this uncritical fawning of british drama education was in no way meant to be a put down of african american actors as being ‘poorly trained’, and somehow not deserving of the roles black british actors get. i can’t stress this enough because it could not be further from my thinking and i would hate if my original comments came across as a snide towards african american actors, or as me trying to pit the two against each other. that was not my intention at all.

i absolutely, 100% accept that many, many black actors in america are higly trained yet still not getting the recognition and roles they deserve. black british actors have the same problem and they both have to navigate through a racist industry. however i dont think black british actors need to get the slack for a racist film industry and not pursue roles in the biggest film industry in the world. american casting directors love the brits for whatever reason and i dont see why black british actors shouldn’t go for those roles if they can. that was my only point – in no way was it meant as a comment about ‘poorly trained’ african-american actors. i do not think at all, hell no.

if anything, my thinking stems primarily from a desire to fight the corner of black, working class actors like john boyega and idris elba who work fucking hard and are amazing and deserve every role they can get. this is in contrast to the utterly vile trend of extremely posh and privileged white, male actors like benedict fuckface making it big in america for literally no apparent reason, above actually talented actors like idris and john who are frustrated by lack of opportunities for people of colour in their home country. i hope this has clarified my viewpoint a bit as i would feel utterly mortified if what people took from my post was a put down of black american actors.”

willy wonka and the inventor mindset

roald dahl’s books, as fondly as i feel about them, have a habit of conflating good and evil with being good or bad at appreciating aesthetic things—just a bit too much.* what i like about charlie and the chocolate factory, but even more so about willy wonka and the chocolate factory (the 1971 movie adaptation) is that it gets much more specific about what exactly it thinks aesthetic appreciation does and doesn’t look like. so you have wonka, who is a kind of “perfect” creator. and you have charlie, who is a “perfect” consumer. and then you have this whole cast of characters that get taxonomized by their ability to appreciate wonka’s inventions.

*(matilda in matilda and charlie in charlie and the chocolate factory are both good-hearted children, mistreated and deprived by a world of tv-watching, cake-gorging philistines. the foxes in the fantastic mr. fox are starved by evil farmers, so they steal chicken and ham to have an enormous banquet. the big friendly giant in the bfg is tragically forced to subsist on the awful snozzcumber, but gets triumphantly served a delicious breakfast at the end. hell, james lives in a giant peach. we know the witches in the witches are evil because they do perverse things to food, eating pea soup and plotting to lace the candies in sweet shops with poison. the villains in his stories are, without fail, the greedy, small-minded and gluttonous. sensitive appreciators versus abusive authority.)

the “bad” young people, for example, consume unthinkingly, with the entitlement of never having been denied anything. the “bad” middle generation is too preoccupied with image and success to care about appreciation (the overworked parents). and the oldest generation is complacent and isolated (the bedbound grandparents). by contrast, the “good” young person (charlie) savors his chocolate. the “good” middle person, wonka, is a workaholic in the service of something beautiful. and the “good” older person, joe, has a flexible mind still capable of childlike wonder. (all present-day jokes about what a jackass joe actually is aside)

in willy wonka the people who are bad at art constantly attempt to prove their expertise, except their boasting only reveals how much they care about the wrong or trivial things. their motivations are egoistic. so on the surface, someone like violet “loves” gum, is always talking about the properties of gum—flavor, how long it lasts—but what she really wants is to be the authority of gum. when wonka tries to warn violet away from his experimental gum, she declares: “so long as it’s gum, then that’s for me.” and proceeds to authoritatively narrate her own transformation into a human blueberry.

some more ways that ego interferes with appreciation:

1. confident wrongness

WONKA: Now, don’t get overexcited!  Don’t lose your head, Augustus!  We wouldn’t want anyone to lose that!  Yet.  Now, the combination … This is a musical lock.  (He plays the opening to Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro.”)

MRS. TEEVEE (decisively): Rachmaninoff.

2. irrelevant boasting

WONKA:  My dear Veruca, what a pleasure.  And how pretty you look in that lovely mink coat.

VERUCA: I’ve got three others at home.

3. cruelty or evasion in order to preserve authority

MR. TURKENTINE: What do you think [this chemical mixture] makes?

CHARLIE: I don’t know, sir.

MR. TURKENTINE: Of course you don’t know.  You don’t know because only I know.  If you knew and I didn’t know, then you’d be teaching me instead of me teaching you.  And for a student to teach his teacher is presumptuous and rude. Do I make myself clear?

CHARLIE: Yes, sir.

4. treating the unknown as “weird” or “disgusting” or trivial

MIKE: Boy, what weird looking coat hangers.


MR. SALT: What is this, Wonka?  Some kind of fun house?


MRS. GLOOP: What a disgusting, dirty river.

MR. SALT: It’s industrial waste, that.  You’ve ruined your watershed, Wonka.  It’s polluted.

WONKA: It’s chocolate.

VERUCA: That’s chocolate?!?

CHARLIE: That’s chocolate.

VIOLET: A chocolate river.

GRANDPA JOE: That’s the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen.

what’s peculiar about willy wonka is that superficially, wonka himself is quite egoistic. he’s obscure, and glib, and his teasing would be nearly cruel if the people were capable of detecting that he was teasing. this is a very different quality for a “good” authority figure in a dahl story to have. wonka does not have the motherly kindness of miss honey or the grandmother in the witches. i would call the book wonka impish, but the movie one is downright trollish. i’m not even sure if dahl would endorse him.

compare this wonka exchange with the one charlie had with his chemistry teacher:

WONKA: (as he mixes a concoction) Invention, my dear friends, is ninety-three percent perspiration, … six percent electricity, … four percent evaporation, … and two percent butterscotch ripple.  

(He tastes.)

MRS. TEEVEE: That’s a hundred and five percent!

MR. SALT: Any good?

wonka is being undeniably evasive. he doesn’t expect the people to understand his process, and so he doesn’t share it. he doesn’t even bother to have patience. but unlike the chemistry teacher’s evasion, which is a wall that you can breach with flattery or obedience (ego things), wonka’s acts as a kind of filter. the right person will notice that wonka’s flippancy is the real explanation of his invention process. he is saying: the specifics of this experiment do probably matter, but actually telling you the specifics would just lead you to cargo cult the wrong things (imagine: people writing in moleskines because hemingway did), but here is the attitude that helps me discover the right process. he is saying: if you can think in this magical, imaginative, irreverent way that values beautiful things, you can probably make beautiful things too. people who are good at art, who are good at inventing, are often characterized by this kind of disguised dismissal. that quality that says, simultaneously: “you don’t deserve my seriousness yet” and “but i am giving you an invitation to play.” people that are cargo-culting the impatience of the competent do not leave these sorts of openings. they have no desire to be actually understood because if they were understood it would be clear that their motivations had to do with ego and not making something good.

the utter disappointingness of most of the golden ticket winners makes wonka’s impatience sympathetic. it’s understandable. but i wouldn’t say that the movie advocates it, exactly, and i wouldn’t say that i do either. it’s a side-effect of the good thing, but meanness is not itself the good thing. i say this because the end of the movie strikes an interestingly upsetting emotional tone. wonka yells at charlie, and it hurts because we know that charlie is good, and wonka is supposed to recognize that. his impatience was only supposed to be for people who don’t get it, not charlie. what good is wonka’s filter if even charlie wouldn’t make it through? and if wonka values joy and whimsy so much, why would he be bothered by charlie playing with the fizzy lifting drinks? but wonka is surrounded by half objects during this scene—half a clock, half a cup, half a hat—and we understand that wonka is just half-done person himself. imperfect, not magic, and lashing out because a boy he was hopeful about disappointed him (about the gobstopper, to be clear, not the fizzy lifting drinks). it complicates the bichromatic morality of dahl’s books, in other words, while still nakedly valuing the sincere appreciation of beautiful things. 

(EDIT: i was talking to my brother and he/we had the additional insight that wonka being disappointing to charlie and/or the audience conveys the idea that being disappointed in your idols–the way wonka is disappointed in everyone else–is a key, painful process of developing your own artistic attitude. maybe you don’t even feel disappointed, but simply aware that the idol cares about something you don’t, or in a way that you think is wrong. and you feel motivated to improve on them.)

thoughts-of-a-broken-soul  asked:

hey! you guys are great. Could you update the demisexual tag please? i live for it


Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (30/31 | 198,581 | NC17)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.


When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (12/12 | 83,974 | NC17)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

With these words I heal by Alenacantfly (1/1 | 402 | G)

There he was. Derek Hale. In all his glory. His suit well fitted, dark stubble lining his jaw, a bright smile on his face.

Stiles hated to admit, that even after all these years, Derek still took his breath away. Seeing him never got less painful.

He loved working with him on novels, seeing the joy in his eyes, whenever he shared his new ideas or sent his first draft. But editing Derek’s stories always made him fall in love with him a tiny bit more.

i grew up in your white house by tryslora (1/1 | 2,309 | G)

Derek sneaks away from the tour at the White House. He’s looking for one thing, and finds something else entirely

anonymous asked:

Hello! Is you ask box opened? If it is, can I request friend-turned-lover HCs of Kuroo, Iwaizumi and Akaashi please? Thanks!


  • He’s absolutely the type to pine. He realized much sooner than anyone else that you’re the only one for him. What’s better than having a lover? Being friends with them first!!
  • Let’s face it; he’s head-over-heels for your laugh, your smile, the way your nose scrunches when you’re thinking. He somehow finds himself buying extras of limited edition snacks at the convenience store, so that the two of you can share.
  • You probably find out that he likes you as more than a friend after volleyball practice is over but everyone is still around getting some extra rallies in!!
  • One of his teammates - let’s face it, probably Lev lmao - says something about the two of you suggesting that he thought you were dating this whole time. “Dude, he’s like so in love with you?” and you’re like “WHAT” and Lev is like “uh yeah it’s obvious lmao why would you two be dating if you didn’t have the hots for each other.”
  • You’re so flustered at the idea of it, but not displeased, and Kuroo accidentally denies it too harshly out of his own embarrassment.
  • You’re shocked and kinda hurt at his reaction until his head whips around and he’s like NO NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT WAIT LET ME EXPLAIN—
  • You leave the gym and it’s Yaku who hits him in the shoulder like, “go after her!” and Kenma doesn’t look up from his phone but he’s like “yeah, go after her” and Kuroo is so touched by his friends he’s like yeah yeah okay I will with tears all up in his eyes.
  • He leaves the gym and looks around for you, scared you’re long gone but you throw yourself into his arms and once he gets over the initial shock and wraps his arms around you, you look up at him and smile. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”


  • I can’t totally see Iwa-chan and you being total blockheads about dating. You’re friends and you’re happy with the way things are; what’s the point in changing something that’s operating perfectly fine?
  • And you two say so, too. But people are like “lmao ‘operating’ why are you using those words to begin with that’s weird you guys are so dumb.”
  • But you and Iwa-chan just shrug it off like your friendship is great; other people’s opinions don’t bother you.
  • But what no one else really realizes is that you guys are already kind of acting pretty couple-y? Going out on dates which you both call “hanging out” even though it’s just the two of you.
  • You cuddle on the couch when watching movies and feed each other popcorn. Sometimes you two even play footsies but more competitive than actually cute. It’s all teasing and picking on each other, but to outsiders it straight up looks all affectionate and intimate.
  • Oikawa is like “I’m always third-wheeling!! tHE SEXUAL TENSION!!!!! I hate it!!!!!” lmao and Hanamaki and Matsukawa are like “do you guys friend-hold hands too?? how about friend-kissing?? friend-sex?????”
  • It isn’t until everyone starts pointing that stuff out and you guys deny it that someone outside of your immediate group tries to make a move, whether it’s someone asking you out or someone asking Iwa-chan out, that you both realize hey, actually I don’t like the idea of you doing these things with other people.
  • And whoever got asked out says so to the other!! But let’s face it, not without a bunch of misunderstandings, unnecessary angst, and Seijoh 3rd year meddling.


  • You’re friends with someone else first! I was gonna say Bokuto, but let’s switch things up a bit and say Konoha!! You go to every game, and Akaashi recognizes you but he’s never talked to you.
  • Finally, you see Konoha outside the gymnasium and greet him and he introduces you to the rest of his team. You’re instantly attracted to Akaashi, even if it is platonically at first. Your guys personalities just really complement each other well!!
  • Bokuto has never seen Akaashi show that much interest to people who aren’t in the volleyball team, so he takes it upon himself to plot a way for you to get together…because he probably assumes that Akaashi’s got the hots for you just by the way he’s acting.
  • Konoha starts inviting you to hang out with him and his vball friends now that everyone knows you! And you and Akaashi are so in sync even though you don’t hang out otherwise.
  • The rest of the team manages to ditch you two during one of your hangouts and you both receive suspicious texts from Bokuto and Konoha, respectively, but don’t really tell the other person the details. You both have vague explanations like uhh let’s go they aren’t coming back,,,,,,and Akaashi suggests it’d be a waste of a day so why not hang out anyway?
  • You agree, and after realizing how much fun you two had, especially without taking care of the big babies in your friend group lmao, you exchange numbers and start hanging out just the two of you!
  • Which inevitably leads to dating, Konoha and Bokuto being really butthurt but also kind of happy about the way things have turned out. But of course, this isn’t gonna stop them from trying to crash your dates lmao
  • Well, you probably accidentally call it a date out loud for the first time and someone is like “you two are dating?!” and you get flustered and Akaashi is just like, ah I mean, if you want to, I’m not against the idea,,,,AT ALL.
  • And you’re like omg of course I would love to.

“It was an interesting time. I really didn’t want to be different at all. I lost my accent - although it still comes out every once in a while - but I just wanted to be like everyone else. It took me a few years to finally realize that I should actually embrace where I come from, because it’s something that sets me apart.”

Hands Covered in Paint // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 2.1k

Relationship Status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: It is just Dan and his son, Winnie, home today, so the two decide to do some finger-painting for Phil.

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