he says something more but i could not hear what

I had many fascinating and enjoyable phone calls about the books while he was writing them–the phone would ring: ‘Listen to this’, and he would read a passage he was particularly pleased with, and I could see why; or 'I’m not sure what should happen now’ and he would tell me the plot up to that moment, and we’d talk about its possible direction.  Then he’d say 'Right, I know what happens now.'  The call was finished, and I’d hear no more, but when I read the final text there’d never be even an echo of our conversation: something had struck him from a completely different direction and was better than anything we’d discussed during that call.  Genius.

I miss those calls, his company, his humour, and his erudition, but we have his books, the deep moral sense that pervades and imbues them, their supreme craftsmanship, his skill in writing works to which we return again and again, his characters, his puns, his footnotes.  I miss the challenges he set me, and the pleasure involved in their achievement, sometimes to his considerable surprise.  There won’t be another like him, but his values will influence and inspire his readers for as long as his books are read.  Children become adults, teenagers become professors and heads of industry.  And as Terry influenced them, they influence the world.
—  Colin Smythe (Pratchett’s publisher and agent), “The Terry Pratchett Diary”
Little Rat

Hooooo boy. NSFW (like, 7k words in tho), canon-typical swearing, Kent being Emotional™. What more can I say?

Ох блядский мудак! You liking hit like that so much?? Huh??? I can hit too!

The words are still ringing in Kent’s ears. The pure, seething hatred behind them–he thinks he’ll never get used to it. Kent’s been playing hockey his entire life, and he’s known for playing dirty, but there’s something about the way it makes people react that’s always gotten under his skin. Even as he skated away, he could hear Mashkov call him a rat.

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I’ve gotten a few requests to do a second part to my drunk!harry fic (also sorry if you requested it forever ago, i just saw the comments on it today!), so here it is 😊

My Writing

Part One // Part Three

When Draco was finally able to fall asleep, it seemed as though his eyes had only been closed for about ten minutes before he was woken up by the ringing of a phone. Yes, a phone. Draco, too, found that hard to believe, but Potter had somehow convinced him to get one, saying that it was more convenient than using the floo all the time because that way he wouldn’t have people just showing up at his flat every time they needed to tell him something. 

Draco groaned and answered the phone.

“Hello?” He said groggily.

“Draco,” someone, who Draco immediately recognized as Harry, slurred.

“Potter? What is it?”

“I can’t sleep. Also, you said you would call me Harry from now on.”

Draco could practically hear the pout in Harry’s voice. He sighed and ran his hand down his face. 

“Harry, you were asleep when I left.”

“I know, but then I heard a noise that woke me up. I think someone might be in my house!”

Draco rolled his eyes. Potter hadn’t even been that drunk, he wondered what he was like when he was utterly hammered.

“Will you come over, Draco? Please?”

Draco let out another sigh, but was already throwing on some clothes.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit,” he answered and hung up.

He finished getting dressed and then apparated to Harry’s house. He searched the house to appease Harry, and, unsurprisingly, didn’t find anyone there.

“Potter, I cannot believe you woke me up at three in the bloody morning,” he said as he walked into Harry’s bedroom.

“Did you look to see if there’s anyone else here?”

“Yes, and there was no one. However, I can see now that you’ve left this window open, so what you heard was probably something from outside.”

Draco reached over Harry to close the window that was above his bed.

Harry blushed and bit his lip.


Draco met Harry’s eyes and his heart melted at the look he was giving him. All his anger and annoyance at being summoned here at such an ungodly hour immediately disappeared. Draco gave him a small smile.

“It’s okay. Now scoot over.”

Harry gave him a confused look, and Draco raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t really expect me to go all the way back home. Knowing you, I’ll be called here again the second I lay down,” Draco teased.

Harry grinned and made room on his bed for Draco, who climbed in next to Harry, but then blushed at their proximity. 

What was I thinking? There’s a perfectly good sofa that I could have slept on to avoid how awkward this is sure to become.

Draco kept thinking these kinds of things, but then realized that Harry didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, he had cuddled right up to Draco, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his chest. Draco’s breath caught in his throat. Potter was cuddling with him. Surely it was just the alcohol in his system, though, and once morning came, he would be kicked out of the bed.

“Potter, what are you doing?”

Harry lifted his head to glare at Draco.

“It’s Harry! HAR-RY. Say it with me Draco: Harry.”

Draco chuckled.

“Sorry, it takes some getting used to. What are you doing, Harry?”

Harry smiled and laid his head back down on Draco’s chest.

“I just wanted to be comfortable.”

“I see, and the most comfortable place is on top of me?”

“Yup. You’re very warm, Draco.”

Draco just smiled and basked in the moment. This is what he fell asleep thinking about every night.

Harry, then, without really thinking about it, leaned up a little to place a small, soft kiss to Draco’s jaw.

Draco’s eyes widened and he felt heat flood his cheeks, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He really, really didn’t want to ruin this. He simply wrapped one of his arms around Harry and pulled him closer.

Harry hummed contentedly and moved his head from Draco’s chest to rest it on the pillow to look at Draco. Grey eyes met green. They were mere inches away from each other, and Draco felt himself leaning closer, closer until he finally pressed his lips to Harry’s. 

The kiss was gentle and warm. When they pulled away, Harry gave Draco a shy smile.

Draco was unable to return the smile, though, He immediately busied himself thinking about what a stupid thing that was to do. Because now, he would have that memory in his mind only to have Potter still only think of him as a friend when he returns to his sober state. Draco sighed and removed his arm from around Harry.

“You should really try to get some sleep,” Draco said in a slightly bored tone.

Harry gave him a slightly hurt look, but nodded and turned on his side, so he was no longer facing Draco, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Draco decided that it was better this way. He shouldn’t get his hopes up only to be let down like so many times before. After all, it was the alcohol acting, not Harry. 

on hair, and the ocean

When it first begins to grown in white, he thinks he must be imagining it.

Actually, he doesn’t think much of anything. Everything is distant, the salt and the sea sound a constant lull, just loud enough to drown his thoughts, as if he might himself fall into the endless rush of noise and water and never surface.

But there is still, somewhere, a distant part of him that looks at the pale, bleached roots of his hair and thinks, I’m finally going mad.

He leaves it at that, at first. He’s lost everything else; his sanity was sure to go at some point.

That’s what he would tell himself, anyways, if he could hear his own thoughts above the waves. The sailors aboard say it was luck they found him, but Percy wonders, when he has the clarity to wonder, if perhaps he was not seeking out something more overwhelming that grief and guilt, and what is there more vast and demanding than the ocean?

The captain notes it first, an idle comment during a lull in the wind that drives them. They sit stranded in some clear, calm harbor he has long-since forgotten the name of, if ever he knew it. “Going grey there, lad,” says the man, voice low and deep and steady as the ocean. “White, even.”

“Yes,” Percy tells him. Proof, then. Either he has gone mad enough to imagine conversations––which has happened, yes, but only in dreams; only with monsters and shadows and never living men––or it is true. He brushes a hand through his hair, grown long and unruly during his time upon the ship. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

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BTS Reactions: You Call Them Papi

Rap Monster:

“Call me that again and I’ll fuck you right here right now.”


“Does my Princess need something?”


“Please say that again..”



“That’s right Babygirl..”


“What was that Kitten?..”


He enjoys this more than you know.


“I’m sorry,I didn’t hear you,could you repeat that?”

“why do you only paint me in blue?” louis asks one day. they’re laying on the floor of harry’s studio and the only thing he can hear is the steady thump of harry’s heart as he rests his ear against his chest.

louis traces the tips of his fingers down the long expanse of harry’s torso and back up. he does this three more times before he hears the hitch of harry’s voice; a tell that he’s going to say something.

“you remind me of endless things,” harry starts, then pauses.

“like what?” fingers stopping their movement on harry’s stomach, louis peers up at harry with an ocean worth of questions in his eyes.

“the first time i heard you laugh i felt like diving into a lake and never resurfacing. that’s when i realized that i could drown in your voice and never miss the air. you’re like…” he trails off and bites on his bottom lip before continuing on. “you remind me of the sky a lot. and i know you hate clichés, but i can’t help thinking that behind the blue is something so grand and extraordinary. something untouched and full.”

harry closes his eyes, leans his head back, and hums.

“what are you singing?” louis presses his head into harry’s chest harder. he wants to hear every piece of harry, from the way his heart beat has sped up to the gentle rasp of his voice.

“you remind me of every song i’ve tried to finish but never could.” louis begins to protest until he feels the gentle scratch of harry’s finger nails against his back.

“i’ve written so many songs for you. every time i leave them unfinished i think of how much left we have to live. how i have endless years of loving you,” harry says, hand moving up into louis’ hair to give a pull.

“i only paint you in blue because you remind me of endless things. i look at you and think of the depth of the sky, the expanse of the ocean, and the infinite possibilities of every lyric i write for you. i see your face and i’m reminded that no matter what happens or where in the world we are, my love for you is eternal.”  


“What do you think we’re dealing with here? I’ve never seen anything like this.”

You were listening in on the two FBI agents’ conversation, trying to hear if they’d figured out something you had missed, but it was sounding like they were just as lost as you, if not, more so. Stiles was shoveling one handful after another of french fries into his mouth, being as much of a help as he could be in the current situation.

“Werewolf, maybe?” One of the agents suggested, and you and Stiles locked eyes, brows furrowed.

“By the claw marks and moon cycle, I would say yes, but venom? That changes the pattern.”

“Should we tell them what it is? What if they can help?” Stiles asked in a whisper. You shook your head slightly at him.

“I think they’re hunters. If they find out about the Kanima, they could find out about.. the others.” You kept your voice down. “It’s in everyone’s best interest that we handle this ourselves.”


“Stiles.” You cut him off, grabbing your bag and walking out the door. You had to tell Scott what you were dealing with.


“Those guys are the real deal, like, hitting the books, posing as FBI agents kind of hunters, not just shoot and go.” You stressed, snatching the ball that he’d been throwing in the air instead of listening to you. “I should have gone to Derek. He always takes me seriously.” There was a knock at the door, making Stiles jump and Scott looked at you expectantly. “You have got to be kidding me.” You mumbled, throwing the ball at Scott, hitting him in the stomach before walking towards the door.

“Bring chips on your way back!” Scott called after you.

You rolled your eyes as you turned the handle to the door and there stood the two hunters from the diner.

( AN: I know this is different from what I usually do, but it was just an idea I thought I’d try out. Let me know if you guys like the crossover ideas.)

Yuri Plisetsky

So. I’m desperate for opinions here.

I noticed a few things in episode four about our favorite Russian Punk…

So in the first Prima Ballerina Scene, the ones with Liliana. I come across this piece…

(Excuse me while I put myself in Liliana’s place.) Sounds pretty strange unless you remember that dancing, especially ballet,  takes A LOT of strength and a lot of harsh practice, which we see. But this is also a reference to another point.

Later in that episode when Yuri take out his hair tie… Liliana says ‘That’s right Yuri…’

(I SO AGREE. HE’S DAMNED BEAUTIFUL.) And one thing is. He’s had his hair down before (look at first pic). So how could hair down be important?

Well. What if they know something we don’t. Likeee… Maybe Yuri is trans. We get no other evidence at all. Or do we? Hear me out… We do get more evidence, it’s just a little hidden.

In the strangely important hair tie being taken out of scene Mila says:

And we could see this as either him training, or him with ballet. But I’d like to see this as Mila saying he’s becoming more open about his feminine side. OOORR we can see what Yuri himself is thinking….

All of you peeps are thinking ‘HEY. The next scene shows a older Yuri saying he has one last season, OF COURSE they show younger Russian Yuri saying he has a short period of time at his peek.’ But again, work with me here. So Yuri P. is 15, and Yuri K. is 23. And Yuri K. is younger then some of the skaters who are considered old. Like 27 year old Russian Emo Goth Georgi and 25 year old Chris, who seem to be in prime shape.

So why is a young, 15 year old, saying ‘a short window before my body changes’. AH HA. Because he’s going to be taking body changing hormone therapy. So what I’m saying is… I firmly believe Yuri Plisetsky, my love, my life, is either trans or trans and gender fluid.

So, that could also be why he said ‘I’ll give you my whole body, no holds barred.’ And he meant it. And he told Lilana what he was going to do with his body.

What do you think?

Imagine trying to find Lucifer’s daughter, only to find out it is actually you.

“I heard more say it”

“You heard or took it out of them?” Dean raised an eyebrow at Castiel who sighed.

“No, Dean. I heard them say it. But point is it verifies our thoughts. Lucifer has a kid and its here, on Earth.”

“Great, then we could start searching about him right away” Sam suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” you grabbed your own laptop “Did you hear them say anything more about where he might be, or some sort of name. Hell even nickname”

“Uhm no, no they didn’t say something like that. And it’s a ‘she'”

“She huh? So the devil has a daughter? Even better! Who knew what kind of trouble we’d have if it was a dude”

“Are you saying that a girl can’t give you the ind of a trouble a man can?” you raised an eyebrow at Dean.

“I’m saying-”

“Listen here you sexist jerk, unless you want me to prove you wrong in every possible way sit down and start searching” you slammed a book in front of him and he sat down. Mind the almost scared expression he had on.

Sam tried to keep himself from laughing but Cas did chuckle a little. Dean shot him a glare that made him shut up.

“Alright research. So we find the chick and who knows, maybe you two will get along. How are we sure you’re not Lucifer’s daughter by the way?” Dean joked but both you and Sam shot him a glare.

“Ha ha very funny Winchester. But mind that we need the girl to make Lucifer give up on Sam so unless you got a better plan-” you raised your arms in the air and he shook his head, looking down.

“Very well. Back to research.”

“We only got the time that her soul was created, so we better start with that” Sam sighed, typing on his laptop.


You fell on your bed with a huff. Research had gotten you nowhere, except for a few names of relatives and angels thatCastiel was going to check out. It luckily left you time to relax and having your own room this time meant you wouldn’t have to put up with the boys for a few hours. Sure you loved both of them, they were practically family, but there was a limit to how much time a girl could spend with a Wnchester- let alone two, and keep her sanity.

“They drive you insane sometimes huh?” a voice in the room made your eyes snap open,

Your hand flew under your pillow and grabbed the gun that you kept there pointing at the direction the voice came from, without even thinking who it could have been.

“Lucifer?” you breathed out, a frown setting on your face.

“Missed me?” he smiled at you and you growled under your breath.

“What do you want here?!” you hissed the words.

“Sheesh I was expecting more of a 'Welcome back daddy’ hug but no those Winchesters gotta turn you into one of them!” he rambled, rolling his eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” you grumbled and his face lost all playfulness.

“What does it sound like?”

“I’ve no idea with you anymore”

“Lower the gun, you know I wouldn’t do anything to you”

“Do I?” you cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes because no matter how much of a monster I am I would never hurt my daughter!” he snapped, completely serious.

Your eyes widened and all air got knocked out of your lungs “Wh-what?” you breathed out, your hands not even having the energy to hold the gun up.

You had never met your real father but not in a million years would you have imagined the devil was your father.

“Just what you heard. And now that the gun is down and that you’re not threatening your old man- I came here to warn you. About the angels.”

@jodyri @starswirlblitz @liger26 



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  • Natsu: So the other day, Erza was saying it would be cute if we used more pet names with each other.
  • Gray: What, you mean like sugarlump or sugarcube?
  • Natsu: ...Nah, I was thinking something less sweet...
  • Bickslow: What about sugartits?
  • Natsu: ...
  • Natsu: Go away.
fools | chanyeol

Originally posted by jonginssoo

pairing: chanyeol x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1,832 words

description: only fools fall for you

Staring at the ceiling with your hands locked together, you listened closely to the clock as it clicked by, how much longer would you have to sit there? How much longer did you have to pretend that you had something to say when you really didn’t? You couldn’t talk about him could you? If you spoke about him would you have to stop? Would she tell you exactly what you didn’t want to hear? That it was time to move on and forget about him? Could you ever forget about him? Was he worth forgetting about? How could others do it so easily? Why couldn’t you? What was wrong with you?

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I told him, “Anybody can make a good speech”

He responded with, “What do you mean?”

“Take him for example,” I say pointing at someone I’ve never had a conversation with in my life, “I could look at you and tell you how much I love him. I could tell you how much I love hearing the sound of his laugh, I could tell you how much I love that jaw clenching thing he does when we I say something playing around, I could tell you how much I love the way his smile expands a little bit more on the left side of his face, I could tell you how much I love the way his eyes light up or how I can get lost in the melody of his voice. I don’t know him and I can make you believe I love him. Anybody can make a speech and that’s why I don’t believe you when you say you love me.”

—  8:17 PM
INFINITE REACTION: To meeting a foreign fan and falling for her

Sunggyu: “Hi… haam… Nice to meet you”

He wouldn’t know what to say for you, but would try to get your heart with his small eyes.

Dongwoo: He’d say things like “you’re so pretty” or “should I give you my phone number?”

Woohyun: He’d be so random when trying to get close to you and in the events would send you “messages”.

Hoya: He’d freeze in front of you and would start to think of things that he could tell you, but when he finally thought of something nice you’d be far.

Sungyeol: He’d be the king of the chessy lines, you would hear about ten of those in a few minutes, and when you fangirl over another member he’d try to catch you attention.

“yah! L is handsome, but I’m more”

L: I imagine him not being able to say what he really wanted to you and it would make him spend days thinking about you and in a way to find you.

Sungjong: He’d be shy around you, but would try to show his cutest aegyo.

~ADM Cherry~

GIF credits to their original owners!

VIXX Leo 'The Price of Admission'

@jirachoi93​ asked: Hi :3 I see that Drabble expansions are open :3 can I have a Leo expansion to accidentally texting their s/o about something he definitely wouldn’t say to them ever? I don’t know what but you can pick :)

A/N: I stuck with the first date idea because it can be so much more embarrassing to do something like that with someone you don’t know as well. Especially for Leo. I hope you enjoy! ^^

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.  

“C’mon, tell me.”

Leo could hear amusement in N’s voice but genuine interest as well. It was just too embarrassing to say these things out loud even if it was to one of his closest friends. “Why can’t I tell you tomorrow?”

“Because I’ll die of curiosity by then. It won’t kill you. Use your words,” he teased. “Did you have a good time or not? What did you notice? Did your heart skip a beat?” Now he was cackling. In the background Leo could hear other people.

“Fine! God you’re annoying. I’ll text you but only so you shut up. Hyogie might overhear you and then I won’t get any peace for days.”

“All right, all right, text me. And good luck with your rehearsals. See you tomorrow.”

Leo hung up without answering. It was his passive aggressive way of demonstrating his resentment towards N for always sticking his nose in his business.

He slowed to an amble and starting typing a text to answer Hakyeon’s questions in succinct fashion.

‘I had a really good time. What I noticed most were the eyes. Kind, gentle eyes. I can’t wait to see them again.’

Flustered he hit send and sped up his pace, happy the nagging would be over. His friend never backed off, but a part of him was grateful. He needed to be pulled out of his shell at times. Hearing a chime he pulled his phone out of his pocket to see what Hakyeon had to say.

‘What? Lol, are you trying to ask me out for a second date?’

That…didn’t make sense. He checked the sender and felt his heart seize in his chest. He couldn’t breathe. He’d sent the message to his date instead of N. He wanted the ground to open up so he could crawl in a hole. Why did these things happen to him? Who had he been in a past life to deserve this?

Shoving the phone in his back pocket he ignored the subsequent chimes as he made his way to the line reading for his latest play. Each one he heard made the bile churn in his stomach.

Once at his destination he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. Dreading what he’d find he unlocked his phone. Two messages from N and three from his date. He checked the ones from Hakyeon. As expected he was scolding Leo for what he thought was an attempt to dodge him. It was in Leo’s best interest to let him think that rather than have to explain his error so he sent a clipped response that he decided not to share and to leave him alone.

Leo stared at the little number three by your name. He was an adult. He should be able to answer his phone. But what if you had laughed at him? He felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He needed more time to steel himself before he looked.

Two days later he pulled up the texts. To his monumental relief you were asking if he’d been scared off by your reply, but you didn’t seem to think he was ridiculous. Truth be told, he was sorely tempted to just walk away and pretend it never happened. But as he had indicated with his unfortunate text, he really, really liked you. As in couldn’t get you out of his mind. So avoiding you forever wasn’t an option. Leo decided the better part of valor was feigning ignorance and sent a text essentially ignoring everything that happened after the date.   

‘Hey. I have a couple hours free tomorrow night. Would you like to get coffee?’

He didn’t have too long of a wait before there was a response.

‘There you are! I was starting to worry I’d chased you off…’

 ‘Nope. Coffee?’

Leo waited but nothing else was sent. It occurred to him that his social skills had hit a new low by making even texting awkward. He was so nervous he thought his heart would explode when his phone chimed.

‘Ok, let’s forget the past few days and start over. But only because you like my eyes.’

Leo felt a wave of relief hit him. If that’s all that was ever said on the matter, he could live with it.​ Happily.

I Choose You: Part 22

“You’re hurt.” You stated, trying to see if saying it out loud would make you realize it even more. The only thing it did was make his eyes turn back to you, while you stared at him, worried.

“It’s fine,” He said, “I’m fine.”

You scoffed, “You’re not.”

He smirked, “Maybe, but I’ll be damned before I give them the satisfaction of knowing anything other than I’m fine.”

You looked down, trying to find something else to say, something that would help. However nothing you could possibly think of could possibly help.

“So now we’re both stuck here?” You asked.

“I suppose so.” Peter said.

Silence enveloped you both suddenly, as you both began to realize the reality of what that meant. You could hear his rugged breathing in the silence, and it only made your blood boil stronger. There was nothing you wanted to do more than walk over to him and hold him, and heal him.

“Felix will find us,” You said, “You’ll be okay.”

“You’re worried about me?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, “Still as stubborn, I see.”

He laughed faintly, “It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” You said, “If I were the one in your position, and you were in mine, how would you feel?”

“In exceptionally good hands,” He said, smirking.

You chuckled, “Stop making me laugh. We shouldn’t be laughing.”

“Y/N, in all my life, I have never been this badly injured before.” He said.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked, “Because honestly I don’t think you’re about to do a very good job…”

“But I’ve also,” He said, “Never had something quite special enough to live and to fight for.”

You stared at him, not knowing what to respond.

“Keeping quiet now, are we?” He asked.

“I just… I don’t understand.” You said.

“Yes you do.” He said, with a small smile.

You heard a large bang from afar, making you jump. You turned your head to see what was going on, squinting your eyes. You saw a group of boys gather near the place where you were both being held. They were smirking, laughing, pleased with themselves. It made you scoff, it made you roll your eyes. You were angry at them for taking you, but you were even more angry that they had hurt Pan.

“Why are they doing this to you?” You asked in a pained whisper.

He sighed, “I deserve it.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Are you insane?”

He shook his head slightly, “I’ve done some terrible things in the past, Y/N. I never knew I could be anything other than cruel.”

“What changed?” You asked.

“Again, you should know the answer.” He said.

You shook your head, “Ever since I’ve gotten here things have been getting even worse. I don’t think I’m the cause of any good change around here.”

“You’re wrong, then.” He said simply.

“Look at you!” You said, your voice raising, “You’re bleeding, you’re bruised. How can you say-”

“I had it coming, Y/N,” He said, sternly, “You have no role in this. It’s rather my fault that you’re stuck here now.”

“I’d much rather be here with you,” You said and added with a smirk, “Even if we are tied up and paralyzed.”

He smiled softly, watching you intently like he usually did. You felt a sudden itch in your back, causing you to stretch out your body and attempt to scratch it on the wall behind you. You looked back out at the boys outside, wondering if they would ever come for you.

“Y/N,” Peter’s voice pierced your mind, “Y/N!”

You turned your head, “What?”

“You just moved.” He said.

“Yeah?” You said, clueless.

He smirked, and repeated “You just moved.”

Your eyes widened, and you moved your legs around, “It’s not working? Can you move?”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Why can I move?” You asked, astonished.

“Well I always said you were special…” Pan said, in an amused tone.

“Magic?” You asked.

“Most likely,” He said, “Can you get yourself free?”

You moved your hands, feeling the rope get less tight around you. “I think so.”

He watched you, his eyes widening in hope. You managed to untie your hands, getting yourself free. You watched your hands in amazement, “I’m free.”

He smiled, “Well, Y/N, looks like I put my faith in the right people.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Someone special, I assume?”

He chuckled, “Can you get me free?”

You nodded, moving over towards him. “What are you going to do?”

He smirked, the look in his eye changing, “Show them who they’re dealing with.”

You chuckled now, and moved your hands to try and untie him. Your head suddenly shot to the side, looking through the little slit on the spot that allowed you see outside. “Peter someone’s coming.”

“Go back, pretend you’re still tied up.” He said quickly.

“What? How am I going to do that to myself?” You said.

“Find a way,” He said, now looking into your eyes, “Y/N do it, they’ll hurt you.”

You went back to where you were tied up, and quickly tried to make it look believable. You could feel your heart beat quickly in your chest, and Peter was watching you with worry in his eyes. You managed to get tied up, and sat down in the most similar position you could.

You smirked, “Worried?”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up.”

As soon as he spoke, the cloths shot open and the look on the boy’s face told you that there was something horrible to look forward to. Something told you that being tied in the right position was the least of your worried, and the look in Pan’s eyes confirmed your assumptions.

Yet again another one

Tsukiyama’s father sends Shuu money and puts money on his bank account for each one of his credit cards every month or every two weeks or something. But let’s say, one time, he would be late with the sending and he had to call Shuu to warn him.
Tsukiyama was in Kaneki’s apartment when he called, and he excused himself from the reunion about the next raid and went over to the kitchen to answer his call.
Although he was in the kitchen, everyone could hear him complaining in the phone and getting very close to whining, ‘But papan!’, ‘How will I survive?!’, ‘Mon dieu! You’ll leave me to die just like this?!’, ‘What will I dress?! I have no more clothes!’.
Only after the promise that he would receive the double from the usual the following week, he shut up and accepted his fate. But he still got deeply upset, because he wouldn’t be able to bring flowers every day to Kaneki.
When the small reunion was done, Kaneki noticed how quiet Tsukiyama got after the phone call and asked him what was wrong. With a bit of insistence on his part, Shuu finally told him what was bothering him and he apologized with a sad smile beforehand for not bringing flowers for him on the next few days.
And Kaneki was a bit surprised at first, thinking that the reason the other ghoul got upset was because he wouldn’t be able to spend his money carelessly as he always does, so he couldn’t help but smile the softest smile ever.
“Tsukiyama-san, even though Hinami-chan and I really like the flowers you bring, just having you around is enough for me.”

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: Christian Borle's voice has matured so much over years. I mean take a look at Legally Blonde. His voice sounded AMAZING back then but I think it was much more sweeter and lighter which very much fit the character he was playing. In Little Me, all of his different characters extenuated his voice even more, sometimes bringing out the sweetness but also bringing out a loud belt. You could even hear his voice grow in The Sound Of Music Live! and Peter Pan Live! And now, in Something Rotten, Christian's voice has grown and matured into almost this super confident growl. His voice is so clear in the cast album and hearing him sing live is even more satisfying. I think he can hit more ranges of notes now than he ever could before. And I don't mean just hitting the notes, I mean hitting them with FEELING and putting his all into his voice for the character. His voice sounds so much more powerful now more than ever, and we have the character that is Shakespeare to thank for that. And we also have to thank his vocal chords.
Barry Allen Drabble #10 - Not

Author’s Note: One’s enough. Two’s fine. But more than that? It starts getting annoying.

“Is he ever going to stop with the “not” jokes?” You ask Barry in a passionless voice, your arms crossed.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he answered, “Don’t count on it. The more you try to stop him, the more he does it.”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you groaned out loud and began cursing in your language as you left the training room.

“What did she just say?” Harrison asked the bodies assembled, pointing in your direction with a pen.

“Something with jokes?” Caitlin replied, looking at Barry for confirmation.

Before Barry could clarify, Harrison interjected. “Huh, at least someone gets my sense of humor. Wait till she hears this one.” Patting Barry on the arm, he whispered to him conspiratorially, “I’ve been coming up with hundreds of them all last night. She’s gonna love them!” Running after you, Harrison yelled out your name.

With eyes bulging, and raised brows, Barry murmured to himself, “Oh this should be fun.”

“My wife and I are divided about whether it was inevitable, or if something caused it, but we do have video of Jackson at 18 months, coming up to the camera and talking. But soon afterward his language stopped developing, and eventually he lost the language skills he already had. He stopped responding to his name. You could even bang pots and pans behind him, and he wouldn’t respond. But when we tested his hearing, it was fine. People would say: ‘Boys develop later.’ Or ‘Don’t worry, my daughter didn’t begin talking until she was three.” But we knew it was something more. This was twenty years ago, so the doctors didn’t even know what to tell us. The head of pediatrics at Columbia met with us, and said: ‘Let me do some research on autism and I’ll get back to you.’ We started to worry that Jackson might never progress. Around this time, I overheard some acquaintances worrying that their four-year-old son might be gay. It made me so mad. I thought: ‘Give me a fucking break. You know that your child can grow to be happy, independent, and fall in love. I’d trade anything for that knowledge, and you’re freaking out that your son might be gay.’”