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Andreil meet when they get dragged into a bar fight and somehow end up in jail together 😇

When it comes to fight or flight, Neil has spent almost all of his life picking the latter. Except on an exy court, but even there, if he can get away from someone without getting hit, that is definitely the option he’s going with.

Which is why when he finds himself getting dragged away from a brawl, cuffed, tossed in the back of a police car, and driven to jail, it feels a little bit surreal.

He doesn’t even drink. He was at the club in the first place because Matt turned twenty-six at midnight and wanted to celebrate at a night out with all his friends. Most of them were drunk. Neil was not.

So he doesn’t have that as an excuse.

Still: his causes were noble, even if his actions weren’t. And his personal moral philosophy has always been strictly on the side of “ends justify the means,” especially if the ends are keeping his drunk best friend from getting robbed on the floor of a nightclub by a couple of guys twice Neil’s size.

Matt is pretty good in a fight most of the time, but drunk and concussed, he’s not much help. Neil took on all three of the guys on his own anyway—his job being, after all, at least partially just fighting people—and was about to lose very badly when a stranger joined in.

Neil didn’t expect the stranger to be on his side. The stranger was.

And now they’re in the back of a cop car together.

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a beginner's guide: the jesus squad

band-god: wants to fight everything, lots of kids, married to orchestra god

orchestra-god: chill, mom friend, married to band god 

tuba–god: cool rich uncle, doing their best 

trumpet–god: usurped tuba god as the trumpet deity, mysterious, new

clarinet-jesus: mostly just fights donald trumpet???

clarinet-satan: the aforementioned’s sworn enemy 

saxophone-jesus: irl he’s clarinet-jesus’s boyfriend. he only posts when she tells him to

drumline-jesus: talks a lot, chaotic good, impossible to not love

flutejesus and the-flute-jesus: both angry and smol but not the same, sort of like the Weasley twins

viola-jesus: rebellious, bitter

trumpet-jesus: not around as much anymore but very good. pretends to be egotistical but is low-key a cinnamon bun

mezzo-satan: the first chorus pantheon member, probably a horseman of the apocalypse  

bagpipe-jesus: honestly i have no fuckin clue but their blog’s existence gives me joy, the epitome of chaotic neutral 

woodwind-goddess: our resident agender woodwind expert

so i was watching the untie the league trailer thinking this is kinda cool but i’m not gunna get majorly invested bcos dumbass fan rivalries keep ruining the dceu for me

BUT THEN

dceu firefly confirmed???

Simple Little Things In Life

-clothes fresh out of the dryer
-singing in the rain
-a perfectly popped bag of popcorn
-a good hair day
-waking up before the alarm goes off
-birds chirping for the first time since winter
-dancing when nobody’s watching
-waking up early & falling back asleep
-watching the sun rise/set
-starbucks spelling your name correctly
-finding money in your pocket
-listening to a favorite song on repeat
-puppies & kittens
-being outside when the weather is /just right/
-the smell of rain on pavement
-twinkle lights
-getting retweets
-cute sweaters
-popping bubble wrap
-raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens
-scribbling out words when you mess up
-writing in pen
-the perfect drinking temperature for tea
-wearing cute little mittens
-getting into bed with fresh sheets
-singing along to the radio
-sandwiches
-the first day of spring & not having to wear a jacket
-rainy days
-watching the snow fall
-cute dreams
-classical music
-newspapers
-heavy thunderstorms
-fall leaves
-walking on pavement
-giggles
-your favorite t-shirt
-netflix
-cuddles
-disney movies
-a cold shower on a hot day
-fresh flowers
-apple cinnamon candles
-handwritten letters
-receiving mail
-chipped nail polish
-on sale items
-city lights on the street after the rain
-roasting marshmallows over an open fire
-the calming pitter-patter of the rain
-not being able to put a book down
-getting a text from an old friend
-the feeling you get after a workout
-that certain bookstore smell
-the smell of old books
-buying school supplies
-warm towels
-sunlight shining through the trees
-genuinely feeling happy
-musicals
-planning a party
-summer breeze
-getting enough sleep
-popsicles
-the feeling of sand between your toes
-waves crashing on the shore
-the sweet smell of the ocean
-whales
-proving yourself wrong
-proving others wrong
-big, warm hugs that make you feel loved
-making lists
-letting go of the past
-the word “serendipity”
-learning another language
-fresh air
-the window seat
-baking
-rereading your favorite book
-gel pens
-deep red lipstick
-hair bows
-ribbons
-glitter & sparkles
-flea markets
-cute lil antique shops
-pocket watches
-fine art
-poetry, tea, & over-the-knee socks
-random acts of kindness
-freshly baked cookies
-photo booths
-waterfalls
-freshly cut grass
-happy tears
-catching up with an old friend
-seeing someone light up when they talk about their favorite thing
-sitting by a lake
-looking at the stars
-getting a pair of new shoes
-jumping on a trampoline
-elevator music
-blue eyes
-cursive writing
-calligraphy
-when a cat sneezes
-falling asleep
-blueberries
-toaster waffles topped with fresh fruit
-the smell of lavender
-coffee ice cream
-bakery muffins
-vinyl
-dandelions
-walking in the woods during the summer
-apple picking
-squinting when the sun is too bright
-crossing things off your list
-saying hello
-fireflies
-smiling
-deep city lights
-rainbow sprinkles
-old couples
-being sleepy & having messy hair
-forehead kisses
-swing dancing
-sugar cookies
-apple blossoms
-cute outfits
-aqua, light green, & purple
-mint green tea
-owls
-short stories
-clouds
-iced tea with honey
-long necklaces and gold rings
-quoting your favorite movie
-hot cocoa, fuzzy pajamas, & a roaring fire in the winter
-snowball fights
-having a ton of pillows
-going out to eat

Heartbeat (Jeff Hardy X Reader)

Based on Heartbeat by Carrie Underwood

I told you all I’m trash for song based fics.

Currently working on my next AJ story. But I had this finished and waiting for editing in my drafts so I decided to edit this and post it before starting something new. 

Warnings: mentions of parent death and the emotions that go along with that.

Summary: When your mom dies your loving husband does his best to help you.

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  • what she says: I´m fine
  • what she means: I am deeply worried that season 3 of miss fisher´s mysteries is gonna be the last and if that happens my heart will be consumed by grief. life a dusty meadow. I´ll take refuge in the darkness, staring at the vast emptiness of my surroundings. my earthly flesh cage and burning brain will ache to know if/how jack came after phryne; if the rusty plane made it. and what about jane and dottie and hugh and mr. b and cec and burt and...?!?!!??
A Bagginshield Thought on Fireflies

So, from what we know the ominous firefly scene would’ve been Thorin talking about growing up in Erebor, and the responsibilities (and burdens) of growing up as the prince, with fireflies on the roof being one of his memories.

But … I recently noticed that Bilbo is also connected to fireflies: Gandalf says he remembers a young hobbit coming home after dark, “trailing mud and twigs and fireflies”.

Fireflies. Just as Thorin’s youth is (or: would have been, if we would have the scene in the movies) connected to fireflies, so is Bilbo’s …

Acorns and fireflies. That’s all I’m saying …

Firefly
Johnny Hollow
Firefly

I could start a fire
Inside this belly, burning bright
All my veins light up like wires
Lambent skin cuts through the night
While the stars dim behind me

A luminescent choir
Holds court inside my lungs
Your love - my burning pyre
Your lust - my mother tongue

Now I’m burning brighter
And something in the darkness starts to shine…

firefly eyes

i made the huge, huge mistake of listening to fourth of july by sufjan stevens again. outcome: tears.

You have been sitting there for a long time. I saw you walk in the door, and once you looked at me lying here you pulled up the hard little chair from the corner, right up to my side, and you haven’t moved since.

Are you comfortable there? The couch might be nicer, especially if you’re waiting. Are you? Are you waiting?

“Hello,” I say. “Who are you?” But I know you already. You’re the boy with the firefly eyes.

“Hello,” you say. “My name is Yato.”

I love your name. I feel…proprietary, towards it. It is mine. Yato is mine.

“I’ll carry you somewhere, if you like,” you say. The bed is a good place, but I know there are better places out there.

You lift me into your arms, and I am small next to you; the dove bones shift under my skin.

“You’re a nice young man,” I say, patting your cheek.

Was it a dream I had, that we knew each other before this bedroom? Dreams and reality flirt with each other’s borders these days.

I know there is a long black shape lurking behind me. That is always the same—dream or not.

“Where should we go?” you ask.

“The best place to go is up,” I say. Isn’t that true? The dove bones that shift and slip against each other in my skeleton tell me they would like to go up. And I am a slave to my bones.

We go up to the roof of the hospital. You hold me close to you, away from the sobbing wind.

Who do you miss?

You look down at me. A shard of the sky has fallen off and landed in your eyes. Does it hurt? Is that why you’re crying?

“Do you remember?” you ask. “Do you remember how we’ve done this every day?”

It’s all right, little boy god.

“You’re a nice young man,” I say.

Your skin shudders under my fingertips. Your angles are my angles: a couple of paper cranes, hung against the sunset. Do you have someone else to take care of?

“Can I follow you?”

You ask this with dry lips and sore eyes. I ache for your emptiness. My hand is on your cheek again. You have ageless skin. I love touching it.

“You’ll come too, someday.” Except I know you can’t. You are a god of the unfinished, a priest to the needy, a mender of broken things. As long as there are people to fix, you’ll be here to fix them.

Your ageless skin smells like a garden in the heaviness of the rain. It smells like the bitter, too-early cherries after a warm winter. It smells like the childhood I must have had. You belong to the youth I must have had.

My moon in the sky. I’ll miss you so much in the dark.

“Yato.”

“Yes.”

But as long as I’m still breaking, I need you here.

“How long have you known me?”

Your chin trembles. A peculiar quiver finds its way over your lips. And then you kiss my cheek. I love you, I love you, I love you, and I’ve remembered your firefly eyes.

“Not long enough.”