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anonymous asked:

Do you have any acd fic recs?

Hoooo boyyyy do I ever. In no particular order:

The Incident In The Room With The Red Curtain, 9k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes investigates the mysterious disappearance of Francis Colleton, a case that requires some of Watson’s specialist knowledge.” Absolutely one of my favorite fics of all time. They are so gentle with each other.

The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart, 12k, E. Friends to lovers. “Holmes has observed much of Watson’s habits and tastes over time, which is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor’s unexpected display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any means necessary, with mixed results.” This was one of the first Doyle-style fics I read. Holmes’ quiet adoration of John is so good.

Grit, 5k, M. Friends to lovers. “Watson, still bruised and damaged from the Afghan War, decides to hide his inversion so Holmes will remain his friend and flatmate. He thinks the trade-off won’t be difficult, but in a moment of weakness he goes to an underground club with an erstwhile lover. What he discovers there is more than he’d bargained for.” Funny and sad and sweet, with a beautiful ending.

A Man Of Great Character And Better Humor, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Retirement. “When a bit of bad news threatens to crush Watson’s spirit, Holmes knows just the solution.” Absolutely the loveliest little sketch of two old men in love.

Five Times Sherlock Holmes Lied, 5k, gen. Friends to lovers. TAB verse. “Something in Wilde’s persecution has touched a nerve in Sherlock – snapped that tenuous thread of hope holding him upright – and it feels as if he has taken to bleeding internally.” This one’s hard, but gorgeous.

The Ill-Tempered Patient, 1k, gen. Pre-slash. “Holmes has a cold and is being disagreeable, but Watson is used to indulging his moods.” A funny glimpse into their affection for each other.

Mon Couer, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Holmes tries out a new endearment in the midst of pillow talk.” Holmes gets insecure, and Watson comforts him. The two of them trying to figure out how to be sweet with each other–and flustering themselves–is too lovely.

A Taste of Honey, 3k, teen. Pre-slash. Sickfic. “A failure to observe leads to a successful deduction.” Watson becomes deathly ill while Holmes is away, and Holmes is forced to confront how badly he needs him.

The Incident With The Bicycle, 2k, gen. Established relationship. “We know Holmes can ride a bicycle, but when exactly did he learn?” A bit of a wobble in the early days of their love. I adore Watson’s kindness in this.

Wintry Morning, Victoria Station, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange thing that existed between us.” Watson and Holmes find words for something deeper than anyone around them could imagine.

The Tempest, 3k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Now that Holmes had come back from the dead, things could return to how they were before.” Aftermath of Reichenbach–Watson is so brave.

As Yes To If, 3k, gen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “Leave for your own sake if you must, but on no account shall you leave for mine. I can imagine no sadder outcome of the insight you have gained tonight.” Watson lets slip more of his heart than he realizes, after they nearly lose their lives.

Winter In London, 45k, NR. Friends to lovers. CW: rape. “The last stages of a case go dangerously wrong. Afterwards, Watson tries to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.” This is heartbreaking, and deep, and beautiful. Be careful of the content; but if you can manage it, it’s worth it.

I May Be Speaking To Closed Doors, 2k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson makes a Valentine, and then isn’t sure what to do with it.” Poor Watson, a romantic in a relationship with the world’s most unromantic man–so it seems.

Invasion, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Watson can’t bear mice. Holmes thinks it’s rather silly, but humors him, until he understands. This starts off a bit cracky and then ends so sweetly.

Tea From Terai, 700w, gen. Established relationship. “Sherlock Holmes gets a letter from Terai, and remembers that he does know someone in Terai. Or, knew.” Watson learns a little something about his love’s past.

What Is Right, And What Is Easy, 600w, NR. Established relationship. “There’s a reason that Article 28 (which criminalized homosexuality) was called the Blackmailer’s Charter.” This cuts deep for how brief it is.

The Red Notebook, 10k, teen. Post-Reichenbach. I hesitated to include this because it’s a bit too much heartbreak for me–I can’t believe that they would ever willingly give each other up, after love. But this story’s Mycroft is so good, his relationship with Watson so bittersweet, I had to. And it ends joyously, as it must.

Masked Ball, 30k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Six months after Holmes’ return from the dead, the delicate equilibrium in Baker Street is disturbed when a stranger walks out of the London fog with a case–for Watson. Holmes is wary, Watson is fascinated. But who is the man calling himself Álvaro de León? And what does he really want?” I love, love, love this story. I love Alvaro, I love the way Holmes deduces Watson’s bisexuality, I love the mystery and the sweep and the humor of it. It’s wonderful.

Text Omitted, 1k, teen. Established relationship. CW: child abuse. “Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes’ past.” This makes me cry, and smile: the courage with which they love each other.

The Bee Grove, 14k, teen. Friends to lovers. CW: suicide. “Watson travels to Kent to attend the funeral of an estranged friend from his past who committed suicide. Certain things transpire to make Watson wonder if his inappropriate love for Holmes could possibly be requited.” Beautiful.

Idée Fixe, 1k, teen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “He does not know what to begin with it. It is too grave a thing to be treated as a mere distraction, too tenacious to be dissolved in tobacco smoke. What does one begin with an idée fixe? With a mind bent towards one single thing.” This is almost infuriating in its restraint, but fascinating, too.

The Thieves’ Den, 6k, teen. “The discovery of a large cache of stolen goods ends badly.” Words cannot express how I love this fic–particularly the meddling Mycroft, and the protectiveness of both of them, in spite of each other.

Since I First Saw Your Face, 70k, M. Developing relationship. “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.” The only WIP I’ll rec, or read, because the wealth of historical detail and depth of their intimacy is such that I’d be immensely thankful to have read this even if it never ended. The author can be found on tumblr at @artemisastarte.

When You Know Something’s Wrong, 1k, M. Established relationship. Sickfic. “Holmes gets it wrong.” This is just 1k of lovely Watson gently forcing his medical attention on a truculent Holmes.

Pilgrims Of A Sort, 12k, teen. Friends to lovers to retirement. Absolute classic. “A pair of young travelers turn up at the Sussex cottage of an aging Holmes and Watson, searching for proof that love like theirs can last a lifetime. Watson tells them the story of himself and Holmes–which also happens to be the story of Mary Morstan, and her own unconventional love affair.” Featuring a fantastic old married Holmes and Watson and TWO pairs of happy lesbians.

A Matter of Integrity, 3k, gen. Established relationship. “It is a curious thing when a celebrity whom you’ve never truly met is widely considered your most prominent suitor. Irene Norton sets out in search of some answers, and discovers that sometimes the truth is a delicate matter.” Irene is wonderful, Holmes is careful, and this is good.

Cameo, 8k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU.” One wouldn’t think a magical AU in Victorian times could be very delicately done, or mesmerizing. One would be wrong.

Chimera, 800w, gen. Pre-slash. Post-Reichenbach. “My dear Watson, It is with reluctance that I begin this letter to you, for there can be no doubt regarding its fate. It will follow into oblivion all the other letters I have written to you over the past two years, the only difference between them their means of demise.” Poor Holmes.

Something To Retire To, 9k, teen. Friends to partners. Asexual Holmes, miscommunication, jealousy. “Watson contemplates the future while he and Holmes investigate the three Garridebs.” This fic will break your heart into a hundred pieces and put it together again.

Hallowed Be Thy Name, 40k, E. Established relationship. “A word must be said upon the subject of witticisms first, within the context of the manuscripts which have begun littering our rooms.  My friend the Doctor’s sense of humour exists in direct correlation to his state of physical well-being, and the more active a man he becomes–a felicity for which I am grateful as much to his ferocious tenacity as to any higher power–the more wry grow the invariably poetical descriptors applied to my person.” Holmes’ past, Watson’s love, and an epic poem of a story. This fic changed me.


Of course, look up each author’s full body of work if you want more. Mistyzeo is on tumblr at @mistyzeo and posts recs frequently. I write Doyle-style here. @granada-brett-crumbs has another magnificently expansive canon fic rec here. @knightfury1895 and @jeremyholmes post canon-style ficlets on tumblr. Basically, there’s a wealth of wonderful fic out there!

Art Museum

Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.

Word Count: 1,429.

A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3

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hello! i would like to share with you my favourite tv series with LGBT characters. ( my favourites bolded)


  • The fosters - a family drama about a biracial lesbian couple with biological fostered and adopted children whom one of them is gay.
  • Glee -  a school drama featuring a glee club.  featuring various lgbt characters. 
  • shadowhunters - a gay insecure boy falls in love with his best friend before meeting a freewheeling bisexual warlock.

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10 Years Later Paladin HCs

my gf @lady11tea has been a little down in the dumps recently so i made her these hcs of how i picture the paladins of voltron being years later, post war which are pretty must based off of random hcs we made previously that you can look at here for stuff to make sense, i guess. feel free to add on

  • at age 27, keith’s hair has grown out a little longer kinda like in this post here by @chocozebra. he rocks a side ponytail, pidge and lance forever call it the anime mom hairstyle of death but keith ain’t planning on dying until he’s past his 90s. has chilled out since he was a teen, but he still has a short temper and a blunt way of talking that might piss people off when he starts talking to them. is an early bird
  • at age 27, good ol’ lance hasn’t changed much aside from the toned muscles, the stubble on his chin, and the fact he let his bangs grow longer. sleeps in most days and his face? baby smooth because skin care, he ain’t stoppin the skin care routine now that he’s almost 30
    • got considerably closer when shiro disappeared and all and post!space war, they were just ‘bros who kept in touch’ almost every day after getting adjusted to being home. some time in, lance invited keith over to meet his family ‘as just bros’ and the rest is history
    • these two dorks have been married for a while now and have a 5 month old daughter. They named her ursa and she’s that perfect mix of genes so they are pleased parents. wavy black hair, light brown skin, violet eyes. nickname: ursa bear (which is hilarious to them because it’s just saying ‘bear’ twice). between the 2 of them, lance is the better cook and keith is that parent who only wants their kid eating organic baby food
    • ursa was born deaf. they figured out when she was 3 months old and since then, lance and keith have slowly been getting the hang of asl and have been signing as much as they can in front of her in order for her to have it in her environment as she grows up. the tv permanently has it’s closed captions on. they read to her in asl
    • they live in one of those duo work/home situations. first floor is the shop, second floor is home sweet home. they own a flower shop, super big surprise. they have a delivery truck (no keith, we cannot use a motorcycle to deliver flowers). they usually take turns with managing the store front and being the one to deliver plants. if it’s nap time, ursa’s upstairs napping but if she’s awake, she’s usually in the baby sling while her dads work.
    • have a ton of photo albums and photos around the house portion of their home. lance’s childhood photos, the few childhood photos keith was able to save, some paladin!voltron photos (their last photo of being paladins is a tearjerker for lance), wedding photos, honeymoon pictures, pictures of ursa
    • retired from being paladins, lance and keith now own 2 cats they affectionately named red and blue
    • because lance and keith are on some corny next level shit, they both have this tattoo of the voltron symbol in between their shoulder blades but lance’s is red and keith wanted his to be blue
  • at age 27, hunk –in the words of lance mcclain– has gotten hotter. (”my dude, you’ve always been hot but jeeeeesus you got hotter. how?!” “LANCE” “keith, darling, sweetie, you’re still hot too”)  he’s got this full face stubble beard going on, long hair he keeps up in a ponytail, he still has that awesome headband, eyebrow game still on fleek, same big and friendly smile, sweet chocolate brown eyes
    • post!war, hunk got a huge home welcome from family and friends in the neighborhood. he missed his folks big time and had enough space adventures for a few years because he just spent so much time in space, he doesn’t want to ever hear the word ‘space’ again. but 2 years post!space war, hunk ended up going back into space anyway because he wanted to show shay the universe (the big sap) (he is still a sarcastic sass master tho)
    • since his return he and shay are happily married now. interspecies relationships are slowly happening since the whole ‘aliens reveal’ to everyone on earth. it doesn’t matter if his wife is technically a really tall rock. did hunk ask for all that information? NOPE, SO SHUT YOUR FACE. he lives pretty nearby lance and keith’s place
    • in the process of intergalactic adoption, hunk and shay already have one adopted 13 year old they adore and love with a gentle but firm upbringing. her name’s tess and she constantly brags about being blessed with the sweetest parents ever. she’s got dark hair, dark skin, glasses, finally convinced hunk and shay to let her shave at least a portion of the side of her head because FASHION, and likes to make jewellery and wants to make it an actual occupation in life
      • her uncle lance is her godfather and he spoils her a lot with jewellery making kits
    • is a part time model (fight me on this. model!hunk is my life)
    • but the modeling has to be part time because hunk is now the owner of really successful restaurant that serves combinations of earth and alien style cuisine cuz you already know that hunk was all over inventing new recipes as the years passed by. yes, sal from vrepit sal’s work there. hunk is basically gordon ramsey in his kitchen
    • like lance and keith he has a voltron tattoo in between his shoulder blades, but his is actually yellow because he can colour coordinate with his old lion
  • at age 24, pidge is still short but she’s happily single and aro-ace af. #noparentalstress. her hair is back to it’s original length from before she cut it to sneak into the garrison to keep it out the way while she works, but she’s been contemplating cutting it short again. 
    • definitely had a good, emotional but happy reunion with her dad, mom, and matt. she finally has her family back and she isn’t ever losing them again. and it’s safe to say that matt and sam are taking a long deserved break from space at the moment
    • remember the olkarians? pidge eventually went back to them as a sort of intergalactic exchange student because holy hell have you see that tech? as if pidge was going to miss the opportunity to learn more about it!!!
    • now the olkarians have an institute on earth and pidge works there as a researcher along side her dad and brother, so she can’t visit her old buddies as much (but hey, she can visit more than shiro). so to fill in the time gaps, she gets a lot of calls from them to make sure she isn’t overworking her self, they enjoy face timing, and will stream crap on rabbit if she isn’t too busy (and sequentially complain about rabbit BECAUSE WE WERE TRYING TO WATCH THE BEE MOVIE AND RABBIT JUST WANTS TO START PLAYING GAMES WITH PEOPLE)
    • but despite being busy, pidge tries to make it back for important and special events like hunk and shay’s wedding, lance and keith’s wedding, she was forced to dance at both weddings. there was no escaping it
    • she may be 24 now, but everyone still calls her the baby gremlin of the group and she wants to fight them
    • has a green version of the voltron tattoo the squad seems to be rocking nowadays
  • TYL!Shiro is still technically the oldest at 35 and is now a diplomat working aside coran and allura in the castle.
    • post!war, shiro spent a long, long time on earth recovering from past experiences and trying to get his ptsd to settle. ofc it never completely went away (and everyone else has their own little problems they are dealing with), but he’s a lot better from how he was 10 years ago
    • funny enough, when the offer to become diplomats came up, shiro decided to take the job (the others suspect it had to do with the time he went awol at the end of that dramatic battle with zarkon and now he wants to make up for lost time by helping build bridges between the planets)
    • it is also a suspected theory that he and allura are getting closer because he’s been actually calling her ‘allura’ instead of ‘princess’ and she has been calling him ‘takashi’. pidge would also like to add the fact that the amount of times she has caught matt face timing with allura and shiro is suspicious af and apparently matt brought up going into space sooooooo everyone has their eyes on that
    • everyone would like to say that shiro’s sense of fashion got better over the years, but tbh the only reason he looks good a majority of the time is because of the altean diplomacy clothes he has to wear. the guy still wears sweater vests. ew
    • shiro and hunk argued over who would be ursa’s godfather for the longest time and settled it with an arm wrestling match. hunk won and shiro is salty af and exclaims that hunk only one because shiro willingly gave hunk a handicap by not using his robot arm
    • has a black voltron tattoo in between his shoulder blades
    • his bangs are starting to regain colour again
    • is the butt of every leap year joke and he wants to fight everyone
  • allura the queen. she’s cut her hair shorter since then (shoulder length or short with shaved side of the head, the choice is yours my friend) and is still as beautiful as always because black don’t crack (me: *happily toots own horn*)
    • out of everyone, allura and coran have been the busiest of them all since the war ended because after a short break, allura and coran immediately jumped onto diplomacy missions (the first few bouts the paladins had to join in but things have chilled out since then)
    • earth took the hardest bit of works because damn humans are judgmental against anyone that doesn’t look even remotely close to them, but so far so good.
    • the galra still get the cold shoulder from time to time, but allura and coran have successfuly gotten them into the intergalactic alliance and are slowly helping the galra rebuild their own relationships with the universe little by little now that their dictatorship under zarkon and lotor is over with, plus haggar isn’t around with her druid magic anymore. she’s been jailed and magic free for a while now
    • allura is keeping all the lions on lock down in the castle now that balance has been restored to the universe
    • allura is currently engaging in a private relationship of her own with earthlings shiro and matt, but for now that is underwraps until they figure out a way to break things down to everyone as a big surprise (but little do they know that pidge has already been spilling tea on the side)
    • she can’t bring the castle down to visit everyone as much as she would like, but she does come for visits occasionally
  • coran, uncle friend extraordinaire, and much loved guy. still around and still lovable. may and or may not have changed his style but he still has his glorious mustache. he is still working by allura’s side however…
    • since the space war has ended he has published two books. one book is his autobiography, a bestseller really. and the other…. a cook book on making old altean dishes in order to keep the tradition alive. that book has untold horrors we will not mention *shudders*
    • since the first time, coran has had 4 more rounds with slipperies. has occasional denial on the subject. leave him alone.
    • he face times the paladins as much as possible, especially lance. lance calls coran the most. he and lance had a lot of bonding moments when lance got depressed and insecure in space and coran even found a planet that had rain like earths!!!! (years later, lance was able to do the same with the hot boiling rocks. he thought he and coran were going to die, but coran had fun)
    • with ursa being around, coran is learning more and more of this ‘hand language’ that the earthlings came up with and finds it fascinating. he is just now discovering that not all of the hand languages are the same and is making a point to learn all of them! *eye of the tiger plays in the bg*
    • coran is on the dating scene btw, but the only reason it has been going slow is because allura down right doesn’t approve of anyone dating her second dad. she has this very long list of requirements in order for you to date coran and lance is backing her up on this one because coran deserves the best
  • during the rare times allura, coran, and shiro are able to bring the castle down to earth, everyone literally puts everything on pause and comes to the castle (mostly because ‘guys, i see these giant flying lions coming over, should i be scared?) #dramaticpaladinandlionreunion
    • they’ll pack up, gather their spouses and kids (in the case of  three of them) and head on over to where the castle is located for a good mini vacation of talking about the good times, getting a little emotional about the bad times, how much things have changed, and enjoying each other’s company (”guys, remember how when we got back to earth the first thing we did was go back to the garrison because lance, hunk, pidge, and keith all wanted to punch iverson? classic”)
    • for old times sake, coran will make something and everyone will cringe as hunk pops into the kitchen to give coran a proper cooking lesson
    • they’ll dress up in their old armor and fight against the gladiator sim and see if they still got the moves like jagger. they often joke that shiro is an old man and needs to be careful before he throws his back out
    • will do the old training exercises from the mind meld to the invisible wall to the trust your lion’s eyes thing
      • man did they miss flying with their lions??
    • if they aren’t doing any of that and have the free time to break away, you already know they’ll be sitting in their lions catching up about everything that’s been going on in their lives and how so much has changed since then because the stuff going on in their lives now is the least likely thing they pictured back before all this voltron stuff happened but they wouldn’t change any of it
    • someone is usually crying when it’s all time to go their own separate ways and back to their daily lives. usually allura drops everyone off one by one
    • “we definitely have to do this again the next time you stop by”
    • everyone’s very happy with the way their lives has turned out since ten years ago
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As we waited for take-off, I held the kid’s phone out in front of my face and took a couple of selfies. On the second one, I thought to put my arm behind my head, giving his biceps a big flex. Damn! His arms were huge! That’s what had drawn me to him in the first place as I saw him boarding the plane… Those big arms making easy work of carrying his over-stuffed duffel bag. And then that adorable face! Those glasses, that scruff… I didn’t even have time to see where he was going, all I knew was that I had to hop into him before he got onto the plane and left the airport.

Turns out his name is Andrew, and he’s headed home from college to visit his mom and dad in Wisconsin for a couple of days. Nice! It’ll be fun to try and pass as him right in front of his own folks and all of his old friends, maybe get in a few workouts at his hometown gym… And most importantly… Hopefully I’ll be able to find some fun and get laid. I can’t wait to see how good this kid is in the sack!

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- Jamie Potter was that effortlessly beautiful girl that everyone wanted to be or be with.

- She was the sportiest girl going, too.

- She’d wake up at the crack of dawn to go for a run around the Hogwarts grounds in sun, rain, sleet or snow.

- She was a health freak for health sake (and not for beauty-sake like most people thought)

- In fact, she couldn’t give two hoots about looks.

- Her hair was usually messy bed-hair style; wild and unruly that she ran her fingers through quickly in the morning.

- But it somehow still looked as if it’s been styled perfectly that way.

- She had large, square, Hipster glasses before they became ‘cool

- (She still think’s that she made them cool)

- She always wore colourful braces with her short school skirts, wore her tie loose and short and had her top button undone.  

- She was the epitome of Geek-Chic.

- Jamie laughed loudly, joked constantly and her presence was always known.

- The only other person who could match Jamie on loud presence was Sirius.

- Jamie was head over heels in love with Lee Evans

- For a long time, though, Lee wasn’t interested in her because he believed that Jamie was a ‘mean girl

- But that was the furtherest away from being true.

- Those were just the horrible lies that his friend Severa would tell him.

- It wasn’t until the end of fifth year when Lee saw Jamie in a deserted corridor with a first year Slytherin that was crying his eyes out did he realise he had her completely wrong.

- At first, he thought she had bullied the young boy to tears and went for his wand, until he saw that she was gently wiping his tears away and letting him cling to her shoulder.

- He hid behind the wall and eavesdropped on the conversation to find out that actually, Severa (who he was starting to figure out wasn’t the person who he thought she was), had actually bullied the young boy for being the ‘wrong sort’ for Slytherin. 

- “Hey, hey now. It’s okay to cry. You’re not the wrong sort to be in Slytherin, kiddo.”

- “But … but … she’s right … I’m not … evil … or … Pureblooded”

- “That doesn’t mean you’re not a real Slytherin! And she’s not a pureblood, either. Do you remember the Sorting Hat’s song?”

- The boy shook his head and wiped his tears.

- “He says: in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.” She smiled. “Does it say you have to be a Pureblood or evil?

- The boy shook his head.

- “Exactly! Because you don’t need to be either of those things. Cunning isn’t a bad trait to have, it just mean’s you’ve got a good brain on these shoulders.” She beamed, poking him lightly in the middle of his forehead earning a cute little giggle.

- “Thank you,” he sniffed and threw his arms around her neck.

- She hugged back just as enthusiastically.

- “Don’t you listen to that Severa. If she gives you any more trouble, you come to me, okay? I’ll drop some boogers in her potions for you.” She winked.

- Lee didn’t tell Jamie that he had seen that exchange until seventh year when they were finally together. 

- He knew that that was the moment when he saw Jamie in a new light and had started falling for her.

- Sirius Black was the type of girl that boys would fight each other over but could never have.

- She had high cheekbones that could cut, stormy lined eyes that could kill and a wink that would.

- Sirius was a huge flirt, but she was completely unaware of it.

- It wasn’t until Petra told her that that was why unwanted guys were constantly fawning over her did the dam break and she realised.

- Then she made sure to only flirt with people to get her way (like with McGonagall) or who were her closest friends and knew that was just her nature and wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.

- However, when she tried to flirt with Rema, she would always get a little too flustered, blush profusely and wasn’t as smooth as she usually was. 

- It took her nearly a year to realise why.

- She used to wear her hair loosely curled around her face until she met Rema, braiding queen extraordinary.

- Then she always had extravagant hair styles that involved braids.

- She had her hair half up half down, braided buns, French platted fringe, braided pony tails.

- If it was a type of braid, Rema had styled her hair that way.

- And Rema was the only one allowed to touch her hair.

- She just had a gentle, calming touch that made Sirius’ eyes flutter and breathing hitch. 

- Rema Lupin was a natural beauty.

- She always wore her hair in two french plaits, or in a high pony tail.

- The only time she ever had her hair down or styled was only for special events like the Yule Ball (and Sirius’ and her first date).

- She loved to braid Sirius’ hair because it kept her hands busy and her anxiety under control.

- Her uniform was always pristine.

- She had her tie the right length, her skirt just above her knees and wore knee high socks.

- The socks always drove Sirius’ insane with lust.

- She always had to sit with her legs crossed and clenched in lessons and had to keep her fantasies of Rema in pretty black underwear and her knee high socks under control

- Rema definitley knew the affect they had on Sirius and wore a pair of them pretty much constantly.

- She would wear one of Sirius’ oversized band tees and black lacy underwear to bed with her knee high socks and braided hair

- It took Sirius a long time to calm down before she could fall asleep.

- It took even longer when they started sharing a bed and Rema would casually throw one of her legs over Sirius’ so she could feel the slither of Rema’s thigh against her skin

- Rema suffered with anxiety a lot and sometimes had to go and be on her own for awhile which her friends would respect.

- She could always been seen curled in the armchair in the common room in oversized jumpers that looked like a dress and the high knee socks reading a book.

- Sirius could never help herself when she saw her like this and would have to go and sit in her lap and cuddle with her, which Rema never minded. 

- She always seemed like the studious, innocent one out of the group but she had the darkest humour and was the queen of Sass.

- She’d would always whisper sarcastic comments under her breath so only her friends could hear and would have to try and keep themselves under control lest they get in trouble for an outburst of laughter in lessons.

- They didn’t do very well with that and many detentions and points were taken because of it.

- And she just sat there with a killer poker face.

- And that’s why no one realised that she was the most devious out of all of them.

- Petra Pettigrew was the cute one of the group.

- She was the first one to have a boyfriend at the age of 15 and dated him for nearly three months until he expected her to do more than just kiss.

-  That was when she realised that she was sex-repulsed. 

- But that didn’t mean she didn’t have crushes on boys and didn’t want a relationship - because that’s exactly what she wanted! 

- Just with someone who understood how she felt and that it wasn’t a ‘phase

- She always had the best hugs and the best advice.

- She was the one who convinced Jamie that acting crazy in front of Lee wasn’t going to win his affections, and to just start acting like herself instead of showing off - which worked.

- She was the one who convinced Sirius’ to finally admit her feelings and ask Rema out on a date - which also worked.

- She was the one to comfort Rema when she suffered with anxiety about her scars, friendships and Furry Little Problem.

- Petra was the glue of the group.


 Just, ughhhh, these Genderbent! nerds. My heart.

I had a really vivid MP100 dream last night.

Mob had just graduated high school. His family, friends… lots of folks were there cheering, and after the ceremony, they go out for food to celebrate. Despite the good times and company, Mob was slightly preoccupied, and kept checking his phone. Night rolled around fast.

Reigen hadn’t showed. Didn’t answer texts either. So, being the good student he is, Mob went to Spirits n’ Such to check on him. There, Reigen is collapsed in a heap, barely breathing, oh joy. Mob rushes over to help.

Reigen’s babbling, something about a ‘last gift’ and ‘his plans being cancelled’, but Mob’s having trouble listening, stumbling through a bunch of mumbled reassurances that its gonna be alright, he’s calling 119, help will come.

Reigen just reaches up and shuts the phone. “It’s okay. This is what I want.”

“What are you talking about, Shishou?” Tries to open it again, Reigen’s hand holds his down.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve died, Mob.”

It’s utter nonsense. People die once. But there’s none of the usual signs of Reigen’s lies. He’s waiting for Reigen’s voice to strain, words spilling out in haste, sweat pouring-

“There’s been a lot of close calls for both of us,” Reigen continues, voice quiet, but calm and even. He’s cold. He’s not clammy.

Memories of said close calls come easier than Mob wants them to. Sakurai’s sword, Ishiguro’s black holes, Mogami, every moment having to do with the final confrontation of claw… The numbers stack high. He’s been pretty lucky.

“-but considering what I had to deal with, I think I did pretty well,” he laughs.

“What.. what did you do, Shishou..?” Dread swallows his own voice.

A smile, something sentimental and foreign looking, appears on Reigen’s face. He reaches an unsteady hand up and pats Mob’s cheek.

“…You’re alive. You graduated.”

Shishou never said anything beyond Mob’s ability to understand, and he knew it. It was part of his natural charm. His words, while nuanced, were always easy to follow. Somewhere in his answers must be the key to unraveling everything.

It’s not the first time he’s died, he said.

They’ve both had a lot of close calls, he said.

Mob’s alive, he said.

… He wasn’t lucky, that was always his master’s forte. Shishou had gone back. He’d returned by death. Saved them time and time again. Even if he’d been wishing for it just moments before, understanding comes as an unwanted guest in Mob’s expression.

Seeing his cue, Reigen goes on.

“The universe was determined to kill you. I won’t let it. But, there’s a price…” The sentences come in between huffs of air. His eyes are drooping more. “This last one’s final, Mob, but it’s what I want.”

Mob’s smarter than people give him credit for. Not in school, not in reading the mood, not in many ways. But he’s always been smart concerning one thing. There’s a ticker in him, a meter. Always measuring, always fluctuating, always sensing… 

“I’m gonna be fine,” he smiles through the blurriness in his eyes. “You did good… I-I graduated, Shishou.”

There’s so much life in Reigen’s expression, even as his heart stops.

“Congratulations, Mob.”

I woke up and started crying, y’all.

4

“Nick was in some strange way out of time. When you were with him, you always had a sad feeling of him being born in the wrong century. If he would have lived in the 17th Century, at the Elizabethan Court, together with composers like Dowland or William Byrd, he would have been alright. Nick was elegant, honest, a lost romantic - and at the same time so cool. In brief: the perfect Elizabethan.” - Robert Kirby (Cambridge friend of Nick’s who orchestrated his first 2 albums)

Answer The Call (Moriarty x Son!reader)

Request: “Could you please write a Jim Moriarty x m!child!reader? maybe something like he’s in a meeting, and he keeps getting distracted by the kid calling or something like that, idk. I understand if you can’t, of course. I just think you do a great job on all your moriarty inserts!”

Word Count: 1542

Summary: You are Jim Moriarty’s son, and you’re in danger. Someone broke into the house, and Sebastian told you to hide. In panic, you call your father using Moran’s phone. Moriarty is slow to pick up the phone since he is at an important meeting.

Author’s note: Ok, I lied. The Joker x reader is taking longer than expected since plot bunnies keep springing into my mind XD This Moriarty x reader probably isn’t what you were expecting anon, but I needed to write a story with conflict for my English teacher sooo yeah. Hope you like it! This is kind of in Moriarty’s POV, but it’s still in second person. Sorry this was a bit short.

Warnings: None


“General Shan could jeopardize your identity, Jim. You granted her access into Britain, but now that the police have been informed that she’s here, she could reveal information. You controlled her through fear, but once she’s in custody, that power you have over her will be passed onto law enforcement. She failed to retrieve that hair pin, and now the whole operation is done. Over. You should give the word for Moran to put her down before anymore harm can be caused.” Derek Wallberg reasoned with his boss.

Moriarty nodded in boredom. He already knew that he would have to dispose of Chan; she was too much of a liability to his work. He never really took the advice that his informants gave him. He just thought it was amusing to watch them argue over such obvious matters. Jim was a man who could walk into a situation, and see every outcome whether good or bad.

Shan was a piteously vulnerable leader for her large and powerful organization, the Black Lotus Tong; Moriarty should know. He was the one that got her in that position in the first place. She payed him, but he didn’t do it for the money. Moriarty did it so that he would have easier control over that extensive criminal web. It was a win win. Now that she has to be taken care of, he’d have to influence the decision of who would take her place.

However, Shan wasn’t the real focus of this meeting. Jim’s dead eyes glanced over everyone in the room, and he spoke up in a flat tone, “It’s decided then. I’ll inform Mr. Moran that he’ll need to assassinate her, but it’d be on my signal. Now, for the real reason I called this meeting-”

His smartphone buzzed against his chest while in his pocket. The vibrations made a loud noise that everyone in the room heard, but they didn’t comment on it. They knew what happened when their boss was irritated, so they stayed quiet. Jim paused for a bit, and the whole room was plunged into silence. The criminal mastermind decided against answering the call since he had more important things to deal with. Jim continued as if nothing happened, “It was brought to my attention that the Korean elections are to be held next-”

The phone vibrated in his pocket again. With an overly exaggerated scowl, he reached into his blazer’s inner pocket. The screen was lit up with the name, Sebastian Moran . His thumb roughly pressed the button to cancel the call. The assassin knows better than to call him a meeting. He’ll get a piece of Jim’s mind when he finishes this meeting up. Jim clenched his jaw, and he tried to finish his thought, “Next year. I know that Mycroft Holmes-”

Buzz. Moriarty snatched the phone out of his pocket again, and his thumb hovered over the cancel button. However, he decided to answer it. Sebastian was obviously very keen to talk to him. He angrily hissed into the phone, “Moran, if you call again I’ll-”

“Daddy?” Your hushed tone sounded from the phone, which slightly softened the murderous look on Moriarty’s face.

Jim maintained somewhat of a serious expression so that his associates continued to be intimidated, and he asked, “(Y/n), we talked about this. You can’t call me while I’m,” He stopped sternly patronizing his son when Jim heard your attempts to stifle your whimpers and heavy breathing.

His expression darkened considerably. Everyone in the room knew that look. Someone was going to die, and their leader was going to do the deed himself. Moriarty wasn’t a man who liked to get his hands dirty, but it happens sometimes. Jim demanded in an angered tone, “What’s happening? Is someone there with you; where’s Sebastian?”

Sebastian Moran was sort of family to the Moriarty household. When Jim wasn’t around to care for you, Sebastian babysat you. He made sure no one came after the infamous man’s only son. He was like a second father to you. You didn’t have a mother since neither Moriarty nor Moran talked about her. You didn’t know anything about her, and you stopped asking after a while. It was like Sebastian took up the spot in your life where your mother should have been.

Your voice choked up as you cried hysterically, “I-I don’t know! He to-told me to hide. I think a man broke into the house! Daddy, please help me!”

Sebastian was a high profile assassin. He knew what he was doing. Jim, however, needed to make sure no one touched his little boy. Moriarty pointed at Wallberg, and growled, “Get them over to my house quick. Catch that senseless idiot who tried to hurt my son. I want him alive. I want him unscathed.”

Wallberg curtly nodded, and he scurried out the door. Jim glared at the remaining people with fire in his eyes. They took the hint, and they also made themselves scarce. He turned back to speak into the phone, “Where are you hiding? Is he close?”

“I can’t tell… But Daddy please hurry! I’m scared, help me!” You entreated your father fearfully.

Jim’s gut twisted as he heard you hyperventilating. His nostrils flared, and he ground his teeth together. That intruder was going to pay, and the price was going to be much more than the man’s death. Before Moriarty could comfort you any further, screaming came from his phone speakers.

The phone was dropped, and the line broke up into static. Jim brought the phone speaker closer to his left ear, but the line was silent. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots sounded before the phone hung up.

Jim was shocked. Paralyzed in place. His genius mind was rendered useless, and all he could do was stare at his phone. This was the first time in his life where he actually felt… helpless. Unable to lie, bargain, cheat, steal, run, or manipulate his way out of a situation. His nose started to tingle as his eyes glossed over. However, there was no time to grieve. Jim set his jaw, pulled out a handgun from his other coat pocket, and he stalked out of the room.

He almost gave a few people heart attacks when they saw him with a gun. Some had to dive out of his way to avoid his wrath. He was a rampaging bull set on murdering the man in red; everyone in his way would be killed in the crossfire. Moriarty got to the end of the hallway, and he violently pushed the doors open to reveal a flight of stairs. He jumped down three stairs at a time until he was on the ground floor.

Jim ran out of the building, and into the parking lot. He wasted no time in getting into his car, and he pulled into the street. He was going twenty miles per hour over the speed limit without his seatbelt. He forced all thoughts of you out of his mind as he drove to his house. Moriarty didn’t even know what he was going to do to the man responsible, but it wouldn’t be pretty.


Moriarty ran up the steps to his house, and he bolted through the open front door. He searched the whole first floor before he charged up the stairs. The hallway was crowded with his men, but Jim could see that there was a body on the floor. A part of him wanted to look the other way, but the other part needed closure. He still couldn’t believe what happened.

As he got closer, he realized that the body wasn’t any shorter than six feet tall. The man was wearing jeans, and a black hoodie. Jim didn’t know who it was, but by the tattoo on the man’s foot, he knew the guy worked for General Chan. Three bullet holes were visible on the man’s dead corpse; two to the head, and one to the heart.

“Daddy!” You wailed happily. Jim turned around just in time for you to pull him into a tight hug. Your face buried into his stomach, and tears dampened Jim’s favorite westwood suit. Jim wrapped his arms around your back, and he glanced up to see Sebastian watching the both of you.

The assassin was leaning on the wall a feet away. He grabbed his cigarette box from out of his back pocket, and he plucked one from the box. He put it in his mouth before he spoke up, “I’m sorry boss. I didn’t know you wanted the guy alive until after I shot him.”

Jim gave him a stern look. On the inside, he was actually grateful that Moran took the guy out when he could. However, he did disobey orders. Moriarty looked down at you, and you were still traumatized from the incident. Never again will this happen, and Jim was going to make sure of that. He replied coldly, “Don’t let it happen again, Moran. Your month’s pay is going to be reduced.”

Sebastian cracked a small smile at Jim, before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. Jim was the closest thing Sebastian had to a best friend. He knew this was his boss’ way of saying thanks.


That’s all folks

~thedarknessdwellswithin

THREE {pt. 5}

Type: Halloween Special Series; Four | Five | Six
Genre: Drama, Mature, Thriller
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 1,281
A/N: I consider THREE to be one of my more dark and unsettling works, so I do want to warn you guys to read it with caution as the story progresses.
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You look over to Joshua when he lightly squeezes your hand as the two of you walk down the somewhat busy sidewalk. You smile when he releases your hand and brings his arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer.

Joshua and you spent the afternoon at the theater to catch a movie (as planned) before moving over to a large arcade to play games. Dinner is shared at an Italian restaurant and the evening slowly comes to an end as the two of you wander along the streets, in and out of small antique shops.

It was mostly Joshua stalling to go home. He was dreading to go back.

Going out with you for a day made him realize how much he lacked a social life. The only people he really knew were the folks from church and his two best friends at home. Other than that, his world seemed so small. He barely even knew people his own age.

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Mine | Tommy Shelby (P.2 of Church)

many of you asked for a part 2 of church so here you go. i’ve purposely left it on a bad ending so i can write another part if people want that. this is slowly becoming a series but if other people do what another request, it will be a while before it’s uploaded. thank you for all ur lovely comments and enjoy.

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I already knew Jay Versace was problematic as hell now I go on twitter and found out he outed a former boy band member. Jay deactivated his accounts btw. He is TRASH! U NEVER OUT SOMEONE NEVER! CANCELLED FOREVER!

Update: Yes Princeton trash also. Dude is basically a stalker ain’t nobody got time for that. Princeton claims he’s been out, well maybe to his friends/family/and former band memebers but most folks unless u a fan of his (where he apparently got outed before) the general public did not know that. Folks def suspected but it was never confirmed nor has he ever released a public statement addressing his sexuality so he did out Princeton ass by exposing the parts about being closeted/not being closeted in those DMs. I get Jay was tired of Princeton ass harassing him and his friends and warned him but still need to be careful when exposing folk. He could’ve exposed without publicly outing him. Both a hot ass mess. Princeton needs to humble his ass and stop fucking harassing folks! 

anonymous asked:

Fallout 4 Companions react to the Lone wanderer

Danse- They’d served with dignity in the Brotherhood of Steel, even if it was under the command of a man Maxson often condemned. They were a sibling all the same. He salutes them like he was still a Paladin, and is a little surprised they salute back. “Been a long time since someone did that,” they say. Danse knows the feeling. They trade war stories and it feels like Danse is back at the police station. Everything in 101’s cadence and mannerisms is reminiscent of a hundred soldiers Danse had spoken to before, so it makes things easier than it would be with a civilian. It’s like talking to Rhys, to Haylen, to any Paladin or Scribe that called themselves brothers and sisters. They both have stories about DC as well, and Danse feels immeasurable comfort knowing that many of the memories he has of the place aren’t manufactured. 101 is so far the only person that can validate at least some of his past.
So they talk, of the people in Rivet City, of the battle they’ve fought, of the ones they’ve lost. When they’re both tired of talking, they sit and keep watch over Sanctuary in a companionable quiet. It feels like old times they’ve never shared.

Hancock- No one makes it this far without pissing off a lot of people. Oh, he’s heard the stories, knows the true ones and the lies and all the dirt to be dug up on them. He also knows 101 has a bounty on their head from several different factions that bled out of DC and into the Commonwealth. They were a nice enough person, but he never liked standing too close to anyone with a target on their back. He liked it even less when his friends stood there. Mercs, the ones after 101 especially, were messy folk. They were scattershot when it came down to it, and didn’t give a damn who got caught between them and their payday. He captures them in a moment when the others aren’t looking, makes sure his grip on their wrist is tighter than it needs to be. “These are my people,” he says under his breath, “If you get them hurt, you won’t have to worry about the Talon Company or Regulators mercs on your heel.” He lets his fingers linger a few seconds too long before finally releasing them. A slow nod tells him the message is received. His lips quirk. “Good. Welcome to the family.”
He left the “I’ll be watching you” part unsaid, but judging by the way 101 threw him glances over their shoulder, that part was heavily implied.

Piper- The next article is practically writing itself! The elusive Lone Wanderer, the Kid from 101 in the flesh. She vigorously shakes their hand and introduces herself before anyone else has a chance. “Piper Wright, reporter. Tell me 101 -is it okay if I call you 101- what brings you to the Commonwealth?” 101 says they don’t really have a reason, which does little to stop her. She monopolizes their guest’s attention for the next hour, jotting down most of what they said word for word. By the time Sole leads them away, her notepad is almost filled with enough information to pack an entire memoir on their journey from DC to the Commonwealth alone. She flips through what she has and wonders if all of it would fit better in a book than a newspaper. She considers titles while 101 is handed off to the others they didn’t get a chance to meet before being swooped up.

Cait- She didn’t really understand why anyone acted like this Vaultie was such a big deal. So they cleaned up the water in DC, who drank that shit anyway? Mirelurks fucked in it. No way you could clean Mirelurk spunk out. Still, she playfully punched them in the collarbone, making them stumble a step from surprise and the sheer force of the blow. She props her hand on her knee. “So yer the Vault celebrity, eh?” She snorts derisively. “Don’t look like much to me.” She gestures to their muscles. “Bet ya couldn’ even tear tissue paper with them noodle arms.”
Three arm wrestling matches later, she is still unconvinced they’re the big hero people talk about.

Preston- He grew up on stories about the Kid from 101 that had slipped out of DC. Preston was around 10 when it all happened, and it was a story he held close to his heart for many years. It wasn’t often a teenager was responsible for saving an entire city of people. They were one of many reasons he had for wanting to make the Commonwealth slightly less of a shithole. He babbles and 101 looks entertained that he’s holding their hand the entire time. He only realizes this fact when they give him a gentle squeeze. He tears his hand away with stuttering apologies, fumbling with his laser musket so he has something else to hold onto. He has so much he wants to ask but he knows he’s spoken too much as it is. He has to leave on a good note. The only thing that comes out once he clears his throat is; “Welcome to the Commonkelth.” Deacon elbows him and calls him a starfucker. It takes him a few hours to gather up the nerve to speak to them again.  

Nick- All the information he’s found on 101 consists mostly of hearsay and tall tales of dubious accuracy. There were few concrete achievements he could corroborate and knew with certainty were true; That 101 had saved a lot of folks in their time, they were still a kid when they did it, and that it cost them a hell of a lot to do it. He takes their hand with his intact one and shakes it firmly. “You did good, I hope you know that. World could use a few more upstanding people like you.” This surprises them, like they weren’t used to hearing praise. Maybe they just hadn’t heard it in a long time. Either way, they thank him. He allows the more eager members of the party their time, watching their every move closely, both out of suspicion and curiosity. Later, after everyone has their turn playing with the newest toy, they approach him, to Nick’s amazement. They sit next to him.
“You kind of remind me of my dad in a weird way,” they say suddenly. Nick tells them he gets that a lot. He wants to ask about the Mysterious Stranger a few times, but figures they know even less than he does.

MacCready- He knows the jumpsuit when he sees it cresting a far off hill. Few people are stupid enough to go around in bright blue and eyesore yellow, plus the only other person he knows that wears those ugly Vault suits is standing nearby. He’s embarrassingly excited about the visit. Once he’s close, he calls out to them. “Hey, mungo!” Recognition clicks in an instant and they capture him in a tight embrace. They express astonishment that he’s still alive, and even gets a little misty eyed. “Way to make me feel old, kiddo.” MacCready really doesn’t understand why they look so overjoyed to see him of all people (he was a little shit to them for a few years there) but he hugs them tightly. They have a lot to catch up on. Some of it good (like Duncan), some of it bad (like Lucy), 101 has their fair share of good and bad to share as well. He reflects with a short chuckle when Sole pulls 101 away for a moment that all of his truest friends have the worst taste in clothing.

Curie- She’s eager to meet the Lone Wanderer once MacCready has given her a briefing about everything that happened in DC. Her only real curiosity is how they survived lethal doses of radiation with limited mutation, or how they can do the many things they’re supposedly capable of (MacCready mentions something about a metal skeleton that peaks her interest). 101 isn’t sure themselves. They agree to allow her to run as many tests as she can with the limited resources of Sanctuary, and at the end of the day, she’s still no closer to answering the walking riddle that is the Lone Wanderer. She does get to hear about medical practices in the other places they’ve visited, and she leaves them with a renewed desire to see all that’s left of the world in the wastes.

Deacon- “I heard about you all the time on radio back in the Capitol Wastes, was always disappointed I never got a visit from the friendly neighborhood Lone Wanderer.” They arch a brow skeptically at him. Sole is behind them with a similar, much more leery look. He can’t decide if it’s a “stop bugging the guest” look or an examination of any possible tells, in case he was telling the truth for once. He continues the congratulation train and slips away before any holes can be poked in his story.

Strong- Strong doesn’t see why this human is different than any of the others. Just because they survived radiation, Super Mutants survived radiation all the time, it wasn’t some special skill. He tests to see if they’re built any sturdier than normal humans (they must have been, radiation makes humans stronger, he thinks) by slapping them on the back. They don’t get up for a few minutes. They do get up after awhile, so maybe they were more mutant than human after all. He’s hit people a lot softer than that and they never got up.

X6-88- The only reports he has any knowledge about regarding the Lone Wanderer are their rare dealings with the Railroad. The case in which 101 kept a valuable synth replicant out of the Institute’s grasp is the only real information he’s heard on them, the only source he trusts, even if the incident was before his time. He regards them attentively during their talks with the others in the group. Sole has insisted X6 keep whatever information he learns during this visit to himself. They both know that’s an order he won’t follow. 101 reaches him near the end of the procession Sole has, for some reason, dedicated to their arrival. They search for something he knows isn’t there behind his glasses. He screws his mouth shut tightly. Few words are exchanged, at some point 101 offers a handshake, X6 doesn’t unfold his arms.
What little they say to each other is relayed to Father. He’s less than pleased to know the one responsible for the Institute losing one of their most advanced prototype coursers is in the Commonwealth. X6 is ordered to observe, for now.

Dogmeat- He sniffs at 101’s leg. Something about them is odd and familiar, their scent, something in their face. They kneel to rub his head and he jumps up to lap at their chin. “You look just like him,” they murmur, their fingers deep in his fur.

Codsworth- “Did you hear about the machines in the coin factory breaking down all of a sudden?” Codsworth is confused, which doesn’t stop 101 from continuing, “With no explanation! It just doesn’t make any cents.” It takes a few seconds to snap. He stops himself from gasping excitedly and bustles over to them.
“A man walks into a bar!”
“His friend ducks,” they finish. Sole groans audibly, head in their hands. This does nothing to stop the barrage of truly awful puns the Mr. Handy and Lone Wanderer exchange for the next fifteen minutes.
(Thank you justbadpuns ;D )

BONUS

Maxson- If he must pick the thing that hurts him the most, it’s their eyes. They look at him like they’re staring at the corpse of the little boy they knew running around the Citadel. In a way, they are. He doesn’t let himself falter even under their stare. He keeps his back straight, his head high, his arms behind his back, his mouth sets in a thin line. “Jesus, Arthur.” The name strikes him harder than he anticipates. His fingers ball into a fist. “You asked for an audience, Paladin. Speak.” Their lips part to speak, he sees the anger (though it’s close to betrayal, and it is not a look he is unaccustomed to) flash across their face. Everything drains on their quiet exhalation.
“I don’t have anything to say to you, Elder Maxson.” The way they say his title makes it feel like a loathsome one to hold. He wants to apologize for something he knows needs no apology. The choices that have brought him here haven’t been easy, but they were necessary, he tells himself. He doesn’t need to explain himself to one of Elder Lyons’ pets. So he says nothing. 101’s features twist in anguish, until they can no longer stand to look at him. They rip something out of their pocket and slam it on the table, and then they’re gone, the silhouette that once filled him with such admiration disappearing through the halls of the Prydwen. His eyes flicker to the holotags left on his desk.

What is a Family?

@yuramiau

Otabek had woken up filled with excitement and overloaded with nerves. It was the day, the very important day that would determine quite a lot of things between him and his family. It was the day his parents, probably his sister, and his crazy aunt at least would meet Otabek. Since they knew they were meeting his ‘important friend’, he knew there might be a couple of other folks invited to the family home.

He hadn’t dressed in anything too formal. He put on a nice pair of jeans, a dark green shirt, and a black vest. He had made sure his tops weren’t wrinkled and were lint brushed, at least. His hair was styled as if he were going out on the ice, because he knew how much his mother liked that. He had put on a necklace with a little piece of black tourmaline hanging from it, something he had picked up long ago in Canada during his first week away from family.

After that, it was gathering up Yuri and securing what his wonderful boyfriend had cooked on the back of his motorcycle. He had carried much bulkier things and it was no trouble at all to bring a little something. It woul not be a long ride.

His parents lived in the Kalkaman District, part of the Almaty region. So, they weren’t as near as right downtown but so close that he didn’t feel the need to speed there. In fact, Otabek took a lazy, slower route just to give Yuri a little view of the area around him.

He may as well show him every part of his home city.