focus on the moment

You know, I was originally dreading writing the kids portion of the next chapter (or chapters) because I’ve never been particularly good at writing kids. The more I develop the idea, however, the better I like it.

Kids aren’t all that common in fanfic (or in any non-kid or YA-oriented fiction, I suppose) but when they do turn up in fanfic, it’s usually in the role of a Reward to the protagonist for having done well and achieved a happy ending. Even then the focus usually stays on the character to whom the child or children have been awarded, and as such tends to focus almost exclusively on the positive aspects of parenting – love, bonding, cute moments, protectiveness, etc. (Even tantrums or crying or anger are usually played for their most endearing quality.) For the most part, everyone involved is supportive and loving and protective as appropriate to guarding the Precious Child of their dear friend.

It’s very rare that we see kids in fanfic getting to have problems, let alone *be* problems.

I was tagged by @elloette, @impossiblyeclecticduck, and @gayforclara. Thanks so much, guys! :) And sorry I’m answering a million years late.

Tag Game: Doctor Who Edition

The rules are simple - answer the questions, then tag other Whovians to get to know each other better/find new people to follow, message, etc. If there are any questions you don’t have an answer for, feel free to skip them!

Doctor you started with: Eleven.

Favourite Doctor: Twelvey. He came in and painted my favorite show in colors I didn’t know existed. My cosmic, otherworldly, rockstar Twelvey is everything I could’ve ever wanted in a Doctor. 

Favourite Companion: There was a distinct moment in S7 where my focus shifted from Eleven to Clara, and she suddenly became the most important person in the show to me. Her experience in the TARDIS shaped my viewing experience. She is, by leaps and bounds, my favorite companion.

Favourite Episode: Just one? Insanity! I suppose if I HAD to choose just one, it would be Last Christmas. It has all the elements of a perfect who ep: a creepy monster, a fun mystery, brilliant twists, and some of the most honest, gorgeous Doctor/companion dialogue I’ve ever seen.

DW OTP: Whouffaldi, although I don’t consider them an OTP, per se. They’re something…more than that.

Favourite line/quote: “The deep and lovely dark. We’d never see the stars without it.”

Favourite Character that isn’t the Doctor or a companion: It’d have to be Miss River. 

BrOTP: Eleven x Craig. The best.

Favourite DW fic (if you have one): I don’t have one!

Favourite DW fanart/blog (if you have one): I can’t single out blogs, because I like far too many. However, @scrawlsinthesand makes some utterly beautiful fan art.

If you could pick anyone to be the next Doctor, who would it be? (Why, if you feel like explaining): 

I very genuinely do not have an opinion on this. I’d like to see the role go to someone other than a white man, because I think Moffat has perfectly set the stage for the Doctor’s appearance to take a new direction. I don’t have anyone specific in mind, though. And that’s on purpose — I want it to be someone I don’t know of already.

I’m tagging @txrdisblues, @some-cute-guy, @hereforbiclara, @laugh-while-crying, @happy-kitteh, @and-the-times-we-had, and anyone else who would care to do this. :) Apologies if you’ve already been tagged. 

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

Life is like a camera. Focus on what’s important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t work out – take another shot.

Ride over the clouds ☆゚.*・。゚

Process

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every westallen scene ever (123/?)

anonymous asked:

Also, i know everyone has already talk about it milion times, but sometimes instead of jikook i focus on other members reaction to "their" moments which has me shook tbh. Especially Namjoon and Hobi always eyeing those two. And that also makes This ship real af.

YES! Also my favourite. The whole “the hyungs know” trope, and it’s hilarious because they keep on subtly calling out Jimin and Jungkook’s bias towards each other, especially recently. I agree with you the little side eyes and faces they always make when it comes to Jikook. But obviously my favourite is when they verbally call them out, even if subtly, like we probably already know the whole mess that was “Jungkook only got a birthday present for Jimin” thing that was the most recent thing but there have been other instances like:

  • Jin asking why Jimin only hit Jungkook but not him (and then preceded to make a huge deal out of it when Jungkook was all “WAEYOOOO”. Nice.)  - 30:51
  • Namjoon being salty about his only English student ditching him for  *coughs* “another teacher” - 17:02
  • Yoongi saying he worked real hard so why does Jungkook still only look at Jimin? - 1:01

(lmao at J-Hope’s head tilt)

  • Jin being extra salty and telling Jungkook to say “I don’t need you, Jimin” because he totally needs him usually - 12:48

Jungkook: “Saranghamnida Jimin-hyung”

And finally, my absolute favourite, that one time half of BTS disagreed with the fact that Jungkook indeed does indeed like his Jimin hyung - 58:30

classic. 

And there’s probably way more than that but these are my personal favs that I remember off the top of my head. Regardless, it’s so obvious that there’s always shade thrown in their direction and tbh, after reviewing through these, you really realize that they’re that annoying couple, so they deserve it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

brb gunna go laugh at these moments of denial a bit more. 

Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

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Abt chapter 100.1

It doesn’t have a title.

It’s just called ‘100.1’ (correct me if I’m wrong).

We don’t know what the title is.

It’s literally 'unknown’.


It’s a pun.