his noise .!

anonymous asked:

hi love!! do you know any good nerd!harry fics?? thank you so much, hope you have a good day X

Hi! Check out the Harry nerd tag! Here’s some more for you:

Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor:

Summary: Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

Word count: 77,538

Of All That Surrounds Us by zanyemajik:

Summary: “Then just–fuck, Harry, tell him you’ve been in love with him since the moment he spilled orange juice all over your N64 and just work from there.”

Harry snorts a laugh despite himself. “Yeah.”

“I’m serious, mate,” Niall insists. “Every time something happens, you act like you and Louis–like you two haven’t basically been an item for ten fucking years. It’s always been like this Harry, you’ve just.” Niall glances at the ceiling and shakes his head, trying his best to soften his tone. “You’re too much of a fucking idiot to notice.”

Or, the high school AU where all five boys grow up in New York City, Harry’s fingers won’t stop shaking, Louis has an affinity for cupcakes and alcohol, Zayn thinks he knows what he’s doing, Liam actually knows what he’s doing, the contestants won’t stop humping Drew Carey, and everything is really all about Niall.

Word count: 20,046

Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff:

Summary: The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad’s new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she’s a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.

Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is…

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other’s guts to convince themselves they’re not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn’t feel…

Word count: 83,616

Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm by iwillpaintasongforlou:

Summary: Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.

Word count: 7,692

Four Letters, Seven Points by LibbyWrites:

Summary: Louis was pretty sure that a nerd who plays Scrabble as a hobby could only be boredom personified. Harry proved him utterly wrong.

Word count: 20,890

little wings on my shoes by juliusschmidt:

Summary: ou have C Lunch?” Louis asks, peering over at Harry’s work. The problem Harry’s just finished is printed neatly, the correct answer circled. Harry’s finger marks the next problem in his book as he copies it onto the page. It doesn’t look like he’s stealing the answers out of the back. Nice.

He’s dimpled and smart.

And probably gay. 

[The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.]

Word count: 39,487

This Offer Stands Forever by Tomlinsontoes:

Summary: Harry is who high school kids would define as a nerd, he loved going to class and studying, he was just good at school work and saw nothing wrong with liking it. He signs up to tutor students at the middle school down the road where he ends up helping Lottie Tomlinson, younger sister to the ever popular and gorgeous Louis Tomlinson who is also a senior and in a few classes of Harry’s. Harry might have a crush on him and not so sure how to act around Louis but hopes he can get close to the other boy and learn everything about him.

Word count: 78,261

Mutual - We’ve Discussed It by ariadne_odair:

Summary: It’s like he’s in his own world, the noises of people screaming and laughing and bitching drifting into nothing. It’s just him, and this boy, and warm, warm skin under his palms.

Harry looks up, and he sees blue, blue eyes, and caramel coloured hair, and pink lips. There’s a beat of silence, and all Harry can do is stare, and his heart is beating wildly, his face warm and -

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” snarls Louis Tomlinson, and kicks him in the shin.

Word count: 26,944

Supposed to Be by kikikryslee:

Summary: “I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.”


“Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.”

“You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked.

Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well.

Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant.

Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

Word count: 26,611

it’s kinda hot in here by ballsdeepinjesus:

Summary: “Is that a moth on your stomach?”or nerdy harry is hiding some stuff under his dorky clothes and louis fucks him in a locker room

Word count: 3,146

a list about viktor being a dork:

  • he makes foam beards and hairdos in the shower and baths. does the same to yuuri when they shower/bathe together so they can have matching beards. also does it to makkachin and both him and yuuri collapse in laughter each time they see makkachin with a foam mustache and a foam fro.
  • makes the weirdest noises at the most random of times. they range from ‘boop!’ to the real life version of ‘asdfghjkl’ and yuuri’s just grown used to it. it happens often enough for him to find it endearing. the funniest thing is that if viktor makes a weird noise then yuuri will answer it with a weird noise of his own. this is what happens in their household. 
  • he also snorts when he laughs and that is another surprise to yuuri. it never really showed until viktor laughed so hard one night that a snort came out. and it was one of the most adorable things that yuuri had never heard and he had to ask why viktor has never snorted in front of him. viktor tells him that he didn’t want yuuri to see him as unattractive because of it and yuuri retaliates by tickling him until viktor snorts with laughter to prove him wrong and hear the beautifully dorky sound again. 
  • has a side of the closet dedicated to onsies. different animals ones and themed ones for holidays. it soon becomes his and yuuri’s side when yuuri starts wearing the onsies. viktor’s favorite is one with the design of a peacock and yuuri’s favorite is one with the design of a poodle. they look adorable. 
  • can make the best silly faces and usually does them to make yuuri cry with laughter or tease a playful makkachin. 
  • dances like a dad and makes incredibly bad dad jokes (he does this specifically to annoying yurio, it’s brilliant). 
  • during an interview with viktor and yuuri, the interviewer calls viktor ‘suave and sophisticated’ and is surprised by the sudden ‘pfft’ from yuuri and the agreeing nod from viktor. 
  • yeah, he’s suave and sophisticated and charming but that’s really for the cameras. behind the scenes, at home with his friends and family, he’s someone different entirely. he’s a dork!

a-pup-named-spoopy-doo  asked:

you know how there's a video of jacksepticeye noises? there needs to be one for mark. he makes the weirdest noises on his crash bandicoot videos. I've noticed b/c I've been watching them on repeat to go to sleep to. Speaking of crash I really wish he'd finish the first game. He got so close and just stopped. I need closure.

I love those types of videos, tbh. Are there really none for Mark? That’s a damn shame because a 5+ minute long video of nothing BUT his weird noises would be absolutely comical

Support 5 (SHIELD)

Originally posted by dean-ambroselover

So sad about Roman and Bray being sick and missing TLC but hoping he has a speedy recovery




Dean leaned against the wall still waiting on either Seth or his ex to resume their talk. “Don’t get quiet now that I’m here.”

“I want you to stay away from my daughter.” Y/N shouted taking the bait.

Dean made a noise with his mouth. “I’m not sure I wanna do that.”

He’s not sure he wants to do that?

Why is he doing this now?

Up until today he couldn’t give two fucks.

But up until today, Dean also didn’t know how Brielle thought of Roman.

Happily referring to him as her dad, even unknowingly saying it do her birth father.

Y/N took a few steps towards Dean, but Seth quickly held her back.

Probaly thinking her anger will get the best of her and she’ll take a verbal argument and make it physical.

Not that he would blame her though.

“Seth, you don’t have to hold me back.” She said glancing back at him. “I’m just gonna talk.”

After Seth released his grip on her, she walked up to her ex, getting in his face as much as she could.

“I want you to fucking listen to me Dean. Stay away from my daughter…” She said repeating her previous demand. “Or I swear I would do whatever legal shit I can to make sure you have no other choice but to do as I say.”

She looked on as her ex simply smirked as if he wasn’t taking her serious.

“And do what, Y/N? Let her grow up not knowing the truth?”

“What truth?” Y/N questioned.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know this “truth”.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know he was referring to the Roman situation.

She just wanted him to finally say it.

Mostly just so she can shut him down and dead the subject once and for all.

“The truth of her knowing who’s really her dad…” Dean yelled.

Hopefully he didn’t yell it loud enough.

Last thing Y/N wanted was for Roman to get involved, cause then things just might get physical for real.

“Your little boyfriend, in there isn’t her dad. I am. We made her together and now you want me to just sit on the sidelines while you play happy family with Roman? I don’t think I can do that.” He mumbled the last part.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Dean’s childish statement.

My little boyfriend will come out here and beat your ass if he knew what you were doing.

Jealousy and hatred could really ruin some people.

“Dean.” She started off, surprisingly calm. “Sitting on the sidelines shouldn’t be too hard for you. You sat on them throughout my entire pregnancy, and the six years of me raising her. ” She paused to catch her breath. “That day I came to you and told you I was pregnant you made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me or her. You made me look like a fucking fool.”

Dean quickly opened his mouth to defend his case but Y/N made him close it just as fast.

“And when you left me on my own, Roman and Seth was there to step up in your place. No matter how much I attempted to push them away, they never left. They stuck by me the entire 9 months, even made up excuses to get time off just so they could keep their promise and be there for me when I gave birth.”

Once again Dean tried to object. “I–”

“Shut the fuck up and listen.” Y/N demanded. “You have no parental rights to Brielle, and as long as I’m living you never will. She doesn’t need a part-time father. Hell I like to think she doesn’t need one at all, because I will do everything I can to make sure she knows that her mom loves her. But if she chooses Roman for that role, then I’m just as happy with that. I’m not going to deny him of that…”

Yes, she was hesitant earlier.

But that was only momentary.

“…He’s been everything to her, that you haven’t and I know he will continue to be. Your petty ass just wants to be in it for a title, but Roman’s in it cause of his love for the two of us. And if he decided tomorrow that he wants to adopt her and make it more real than it already is, I’ll let him. I’ll even let him sign his name on her birth certificate right where dads are supposed to.” She finished with a satisfied smirk.

She finally turned from Dean, to see Seth still standing there. “C'mon Seth.”

Seth nodded with a grin. “You gave him an earful.” He said with a chuckle.

Y/N shrugged, giggling at Seth’s comment.

“That’s what happens when you hold stuff in for six years, then finally get the chance to let it out. But you know, you didn’t have to stay, listening to that, Seth.”

Seth chuckled. “And miss that?”


As me and Seth walked back into the locker room, I saw Bri curled up against Roman, her daddy, sleep.

I smiled at the sight, thinking of how I could get used to this.

“How long has she been sleep?” I asked him.

Roman shrugged, with a sleepy smile looking up from her. “She came over and passed out right after you and Seth walked out into the hall.”

He gave me a quizzical look before talking again.

“I heard yelling…” He started saying and I smiled shaking my head.

“It was just Dean wanting attention but I think I set him straight…”

A worried look crossed Roman’s face and I knew it was from me mentioning my ex.

I walked over to him giving him a kiss “…Don’t worry, Ro. I had Seth to back me up if I needed it.” I giggled looking back at Seth.

Roman nodded. “So we can leave?” He asked with a yawn, soon following.

“Yep, let’s go babe. I think all four of us are in need of a bed right now.”


As we made our way out of the arena, I again, locked eyes with Dean.

Thing about this time, was that Roman was also seen, holding Bri.

He didn’t say anything, and neither did I.

But I did sigh relieved.

Who knows if Dean will have another one of his moments, but I feel like this is the ending to a story that’s been going on too long.

And maybe now, me, Roman, and Brielle could start a new one together.

With our loyal Seth of course.


That’s the last part 😭 but if yous want I will do a epilogue of some sort, with a time skip. So feel free to drop request for that (And you could maybe request what should be going on in their life) or just comment 😗


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My Child From The Stars (Alien AU! Jooheon) Pt2

Originally posted by minhyuk1

Type: Angst Fluff

Part 1

“What do you mean?” he asked “your daughter is on record with you already” the nurse said as she looked closer at the document “but the mother’s name is removed completely from the certificate” she tells him as he looked confused. “Lee Sori is your daughter sir” she says turning the computer screen towards him. He glanced at the little girl who smiled at him.  “Do you know what’s going on?” he asked her softly as she simply made a noise in his arms. “She’s got lovely eyes though” he was told as he nodded “I know. They’re just perfect” he says proudly as he smiled holding her close. “I guess you’re all mine Sori” he hummed as he and his daughter began their journey back home.


As she was turning a year old, he really noticed something was a little off about her. The hairs on her head were not the dark black, they were almost grey now. But she was still his little precious baby. She loved story books, she could sit in his lap for hours just listening to stories. He would never say no to the stories either. He loved the bonding. His friends found it weird how willing he was to be a dad to some random baby.

During bath time Jooheon though he was crazy as he stared at her face, he saw himself. They have the same eyes and the biggest was the smile. “You and I look so alike. Its hard to believe we aren’t related at all” he whispered as he kissed her wet forehead. “Dada” she said as his ears perked “I’m dada right. The bestest dada in the world” he cooed in his baby voice as he grabbed a towel and wrapped her up holding her close. “I’m the luckiest daddy in the world” he told her as she giggled. He let out a sigh as he headed into the bedroom getting her ready for her ready for the night.


“I can’t I have daddy daughter classes tonight” Jooheon says as he and his friends Changkyun, Minhyuk, and Hyungwon sat for lunch. Jooheon was making faces as he fed Sori. “Dude you aren’t even human anymore. You live to serve that girl” Hyungwon says “you’re correct” Jooheon doesn’t deny it. “You guys don’t get it” he told them. “You haven’t been to a bar in years” Changkyun tells as Jooheon nods. “I shouldn’t be out drinking, I have a little human who depends on me” he cooed. “Cab you even call her human?” Minhyuk asked as Jooheon glared at him.

“That’s not an eye color anywhere. Amber is a color, her eyes are like a wolves. She’s graying at a year old. I’ve never seen a baby with salt and pepper hair in my life-” “you saying my baby is an alien” Jooheon laughs at the statement. “Open your mind man, you’ll see a whole new world” Minhyuk told taking a big sip of his drink. “Say I’m not an alien. I’m a little pretty human girl who was blessed with such pretty features” “gray hair isn’t so cute” Jooheon raised his fist threateningly as Hyungwon. “I know it’s a big change for all of us. The past 6 months though guys, I feel so much better about myself. I have confidence and pride for being a protector of something so innocent” he hummed as he looked at Sori who’s eyes were linked with someone outside.

Jooheon looked up as he could see someone standing right by the window looking at her. He jumped as the man looked at him, his eyes were ice blue compared to his. “Dude is a pedo” Changkyun says as someone walked passed the man and he was gone. Jooheon picked Sori up and brought her close. “I’ll give you a ride home” he was told by Minhyuk as the situation was much too odd now.


“Say we had a fun day didnt we” he cooed as the elevator in the lobby dinged. He was greeted by a taller male who gave a smile. Sori smiled over at him in Jooheon’s arms as he laughed. “She’s normally not like this” Jooheon says as the man cautiously reached over as Jooheon nodded allowing him to actually touch her and Sori took his finger. A warm smile crossed his face “she’s a lovely baby. She looks just like you” he was told. “Are you knew?” Jooheon asked “oh um just visiting” he was told “well I’m Jooheon and this is Sori” he told. “Hyunwoo” he was told as they shook hands.

The elevator dinged as Jooheon sighed “well I’ll see you Hyunwoo” he spoke as Sori let go of the man’s finger. He waved them off as he touched his watch and a hologram came up. “She’s doing well” he spoke to you as you nodded. “She seems to remember us. She responded to Hoseok’s presence earlier in the day. I think it will be time soon for you to see her again” he explained. “For a random specimen, he it a well fit father” he comments. “Jooheon is a good father” you tell him. “You keep up with him?” Hyunwoo asked “of course” you say softly as you two said your goodbyes and the bell dinged to the main floor again. He turned the image off and got out of elevator like nothing happened.

history-rover  asked:

Izuku doesn’t die AND Shouto is happy

:) :) :)

For the “I wish you would write a fic where…” ask meme <3

“I’m writing you a love song,” Shouto tells him as they sit shoulder-to-shoulder beneath the stars (or, fake stars—because those glow-in-the-dark star stickers he received from Uraraka had to be of some use eventually), Izuku’s Youtube playlist running in the background. The music has dipped into the old oldies, the soft, romantic tunes of World War II, of Vera Lynn and we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know whens filling the silence between their heartbeats.

Izuku laughs, not even trying to muffle the abrupt noise that his other dormmates can probably hear. “…are you supposed to be telling me that?” he chuckles, glancing over to the other boy. But Shouto is already looking at him, gaze intense and unwavering, eyes clear and bright in the dimness of the room. Izuku can’t take it—the embarrassment burns too strongly in his blood and in a swift motion, he turns so he can plop his head onto Shouto’s shoulder, no longer looking into his eyes.

“Yaoyorozu said it would be romantic,” the boy says. “Jirou and Ashido agreed.”

“They’re silly.”

“I know.”

They remain like this for a long time. Simply breathing, simply existing. Shouto begins to hum to the music, picking up on the words easily after so many repeated refrains. Like this, Izuku finds that tomorrows aren’t so scary, aren’t so daunting and perilous. He feels his eyelids grow heavier and sleep weigh over him like a blanket. Shouto’s voice becomes softer and softer, fainter and fainter—but it’s still there, a constant in his life, pulling him in like the moon does the tides.

Perhaps, he thinks, perhaps this is their love song.


Clear Lavellan could never be what his mother wanted or what his clan wanted. He has always been told that he is free of the chains the city elves wear, but sometimes one’s freedom can be another’s chains.

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse and mild homophobia.

His first memory is of a cold, proud voice, warm sunshine, and a gentle laugh. He plays with the halla, running after them as fast as his chubby toddler legs allow. A halla nudges him with her nose and he giggles, pulling a little treat out of his pocket to feed her.

“…and ridiculously mediocre,” his mamae is saying, “This is my son?”

“Our son. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with him.” Papa’s voice is gentle and mild, and he does not notice the faint anger in his tone.

His mamae makes that noise she always makes when she’s annoyed, but he is only focused on his papa. He squeals in delight and runs for his papa, arms stretched out.

Papa smiles and lifts him up, spinning him around.

Mamae makes that noise again and he peeks at her, only to immediately bury his face in Papa’s chest.

Even at only two years old, Clear Lavellan can see the contempt in his mother’s eyes.

 At six years old Clear is too old to cry.

Mamae always tells him this and he believes her, because Mamae is bigger than everything and everyone.

But when the clan’s hahren pulls Clear aside and gently tells him that Papa will not come back from his hunting trip, Clear cries. He cries and cries and cries, even when the hahren tries to comfort him, even when Mamae glares at him. His papa, his gentle and kind papa is gone, and he will never dance with Clear again, never soothe Clear’s nightmares, never play with the halla with him, and never stop Mamae from yelling again.

Later, when Mamae and Clear are alone, Mamae gives him that look of contempt again and slaps him.

“Never cry!” she snarls and Clear nods frantically.

But he cannot stop the tears from welling in his eyes and Mamae’s eyes narrow. She slaps him again.

“You are a child of the Dalish and you only shame the People when you cry. To cry is to be weak.” She glares at him and he lowers his eyes in shame. “You will never rise if you are weak. Do you understand me?”

Clear doesn’t. The other children cry and sometimes so do the adults and no one yells at them, no one tells them they are weak. No one pushes them, like Mamae pushes him, tells them to be better to always be better.

But they are not Mamae.

“Yes, Mamae,” he whispers.

 Later, he curls up next to the halla in the halla pen. He wants Papa, but he will never have Papa again. The other clan members have tried to talk to him, but he pulled away, because they are not Papa and only Papa could ever comfort him.

And so he comes to the halla, because they will not give him words of sympathy, words that Clear has been taught mean nothing. It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I’m sorry, so sorry. We’ll help you. Your papa is still with you, in memory. It will hurt less, over time.

Mamae laughs at them and tells Clear that those words only serve to make him weak. He does not know if he believes her, but the words frighten him anyway, because he does not know what to do with them. The halla are safer. The halla are simple. They let him bury his face in their fur and sob. They let him curl up against them, and they keep him warm in the night’s chill air. One halla reaches down and licks Clear’s tears.

The halla keeper finds him asleep in the morning, the halla surrounding him like a furry protective barrier.

Clear is afraid, at first, when the halla keeper wakes him up, because he is very tall, like Mamae, and Mamae always yells at him when she finds Clear with the halla. But the halla keeper only smiles at him and helps him sit up, dusting the dirt of Clear’s rumpled clothes.

The halla keeper’s name is Glenn and he has papa’s kind smile and gentle voice. He gives Clear a roll and though he must know who Clear’s father is- was, he does not say any of those words Mamae scorns. He only tells Clear he can come see the halla whenever he wants and does he want to learn how to care for them?

Clear bites into his roll and gives a small nod, a tentative smile spreading across his face.

 At eight years old, Clear’s light blue eyes suddenly turn to a dark gold and he accidentally sets fire to one of Mamae’s shirts.

Mamae’s entire body stiffens and Clear flinches, because she must be angry.

But instead Mamae laughs, and her laugh is happy and free, and then she takes Clear into her arms. Clear stiffens because Mamae never hugs him and the hug hurts a little. But Mamae just keeps laughing.

“I knew my son was destined for more than tending to the halla!” Her voice sneers at the word halla and Clear stiffens again, because Mamae has always scorned Glenn and Clear does not like anyone to insult his teacher.

But he obediently takes his Mamae’s hand when she tells him they are going to the Keeper’s aravel.

The Keeper tells him he is a mage and that she will teach him to control his magic. He is the only mage in the clan, besides the Keeper now, and she says he will learn to be her First. Clear does not want to be a mage or the First, but his Mamae is beaming and the Keeper is happy too. He does not want to make Mamae mad or disappoint the Keeper, so he smiles.

That night in their aravel, Clear tells her he is nervous. He does not tell her he is actually frightened and that he does not want to be a mage, because he has heard the other children whisper that the shemlen lock their mages away, because mages are dangerous and can hurt everyone around them. He doesn’t know if the shemlen are right to do so, but he does know he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

Mamae laughs at him and tells him not to be silly, using a kinder voice than she has ever used toward him. Mages are important, she tells him, because they can protect the clan in ways the hunters cannot. That a First is the best he can be, because he will learn to be Keeper one day, and he will guide the clan and preserve the old ways. A First is an important position, and of course any son of hers should have the best.

Mamae is happy, happier than he’s ever seen her, and she even gives him his papa’s old amulet, a gift for his new and better life.

And so he does not tell her that he doesn’t want to guide the clan, that he doesn’t want to be important, that he only wants to be a halla keeper, like Glenn.

He does tell Glenn and Glenn hugs him tightly and tells him he does not have to do anything he does not want to do. But Clear thinks of Mamae and her proud smile and she has never been proud of him.

And so he tells Glenn everything will be fine.

 At twelve years old, Clear meets a city elf.

He is in the forest, at the very edge, very close to a shemlen city. The Keeper would not be happy if she knew, but Clear does not care. He wants to see more, know more, and the Keeper will not let him accompany some of the hunters when they trade with the shemlen. She tells him that though Clan Lavellan gets along with shemlen better than most Dalish clans, shemlen can still pose a threat and he is too young to venture too far from the clan.

But he wants to decide these things for himself. He wants to see a shemlen city, because older clan members have told him they are large and crowded and loud and they sound more exciting than camp. He wants to see his kin in the city, even if the other clan members scoff at the ‘flat-ears’ and tell him elves that live in the city are weak-willed and pathetic. He thinks they can’t be so horrible as he is told, because if they can survive living among the shemlen who look down upon them, they must be stronger than the Dalish say.

Clear nearly trips over her, this city elf, because she is lying on the grass, staring at the sky. She is a bit older than him and she is pretty, he supposes, although he is starting to realize he does not notice girls.

Her name is Blodwyn and she likes to play in the forest and pretend she is free of the walls that surround her in her alienage. She is bright and happy and she smiles a lot, and she does not think Clear is stupid when he asks her a million questions. She invites him to play this weird game called Wicked Grace and he loses every round, but he doesn’t mind. She is nice to him and genuine in a way his Mamae never was.

They meet often and sometimes she even sneaks him into her alienage. He does not have a vallaslin, so the elves of the alienage do not know he is Dalish, just another city elf that probably lives on a farm. The alienage is as poverty stricken as he has been taught, but the elves there look after each other and that is not so different from his clan. They are more beaten down than any elf Clear has seen, but still proud in their family and traditions. That, too, is not so different from his clan.

He tells only Glenn about Blodwyn. He thinks Glenn might have been a city elf once, but Glenn never talks about his past, and the one time Clear asked him he looked so sad that Clear never brought it up again. And Glenn understands, as he always does, and he does not tell the rest of the clan about Blodwyn.

When the time comes for the clan to move on, Clear meets Blodwyn one last time. She promises to come to their spot every day, until the clan is in the area again, and she cries. Clear does not cry, he has not cried in a long time, but he hugs Blodwyn tightly.

 At thirteen years old, Clear starts to realize that girls do not make him blush or stutter and do not make his stomach flutter.

He does not really know why, not until one day he sees a clanmate his age bathing in a river, his body tan and muscular. Clear blushes and blushes and he runs away, because he does not know what to do with these newly discovered feelings.

He cannot get his clanmate out of his head and he starts to dream about him. These feelings are odd and exciting and frightening. He had always thought he would start to feel this way toward girls, and he has seen the other boys act ridiculous around the girls. But feelings are feelings and if he has them toward boys, it cannot really be so different than if they were girls instead.

He mentions to his mother one day that he would rather bond with a boy than a girl and he thinks nothing of it, until his mother stiffens. He watches her nervously, because he did not think she would be so angry, he has done nothing wrong.

But Mother slaps him and sharply tells him that he cannot do his duty to Sylaise if he bonds with a man instead of a woman. Children are the future of the People, she tells him, and she expects him to do his duty as a Dalish and a First and provide his people with children.

He tells the Keeper what Mother said, although he does not say she slapped him, because he still does not understand why this should be so wrong. The Keeper is much kinder than Mother and she does not hit him, but she does explain that the clan expects him to bond one day and provide the clan with children. She tells him if he prefers boys that is okay and she does not expect him to bond with a girl, but he can hear a quiet note of disappointment in her voice.

The Keeper is not Mother and she would never force him to do something he doesn’t want, but he knows the clan, all the clans, always need children, because the Dalish are few, and he fears he has already let his clan down.

He thinks he might tell Glenn, because he has never seen Glenn look at a woman in the way the other boys do, but that might mean nothing, and he does not think he could bear it if Glenn reacts like the Keeper.

He wishes he could tell Blodwyn. She would tease him without mercy, but she would also tease him if he liked girls, because she would not care who he prefers.

But the clan has long since moved on and he does not know how long it will be before they pass by her city again.

 At fourteen, Clear’s clan is near Blodwyn’s city again.

He has missed her and he cannot sneak away to their meeting spot fast enough. He finds her there, pacing, her eyes wide and anxious, and his smile slips away, because Blodwyn is never anxious.

Sixteen is late for magic to emerge, but it is not impossible, and last night Blodwyn froze a shemlen that made advances toward her. She had fled and came to their meeting spot, like she did every morning, but the templars would find her soon if she did not leave.

She is afraid and Blodwyn is never afraid. They will lock her in a Circle she says, away from light and air and freedom. Clear has only the vaguest idea of what a Circle is like, but he does know mages can learn there without having to worry about starving in the winter or being attacked. They are warm and fed and he does not think that sounds so bad.

But Blodwyn only laughs unhappily and tells him she would rather have freedom than comfort.

So Clear grabs her hand and he guides he to his clan, because Blodwyn is afraid and he cannot let her be taken to the place that makes her so scared. And he knows the clan will not be happy, but he doesn’t care because Blodwyn is not a flat-ear, she is not weak, and she deserves freedom.

The Keeper is not thrilled and Mother glares and some of the other clan members mutter. But Blodwyn is allowed to stay in the end and that is all that matters.

 At seventeen, Clear earns his vallaslin.

He does not want one or need one, because he doesn’t care to distinguish himself from city elves and he does not believe in the freedom it supposedly represents. A symbol of the People’s refusal to submit, yet they still hide in the forests and the plains and the deserts. They still bow to the shemlen by refusing to try to co-exist with them and the city elves and how is that the freedom they are so proud of?

But he says nothing, because the Keeper already suspects she might be losing him and though he is not close to her, she has still taught him much, and he does not want to disappoint her more.

And so he sits still and lets the Keeper ink the vallaslin on his face, though he no longer even believes in the Creators. How can he hold faith in gods that do not answer their prayers, that do not seem to care how the elves of this world are treated?

He chooses Ghilan’nain’s vallaslin. He will make these markings his own symbol, a symbol of a halla pen he had hoped to tend one day, a symbol of the gentle man who was like a father to him.

And a small rebellion, because his Mother, who glares as the markings are inked on his face, would have wanted him to choose something more suited for a mage, for a First. Even the Keeper thinks it is an odd chose for a First, though she is not angry or even upset.

Clear lifts his head a little, ignoring the pain, and manages a small smile at his mother.

She bares her teeth and he knows he will pay for that small act of defiance later. And no one will stop her, because she is careful and always makes sure they are alone and out of earshot, and he will never tell anyone.

But for now he can revel in his small victory.

Funny, how the vallaslin of a goddess he does not even believe him is the first thing he chooses for himself.

 At nineteen, Clear gives his position of First to Blodwyn.

It is the best for the clan. Clear is not well liked by most of the clan, as he is not very personable and he has drawn away from them for years. He has no interest in discovering and preserving the ways of the ancient elves, because they are dead and in the past, and the Dalish are alive and in the present. But that is not the attitude of a First or a Keeper and Blodwyn has always been more Dalish than him.

Even the Keeper thinks it is for the best, though she still gives Clear the position of Second and tells him he can still go to her for anything he needs. And he believes her, because he knows she cares for him, as she does for all her clan, even if he must disappoint her. Even though she must know he is slipping away.

He is a bit proud of himself, because this really is the best choice for the clan and for once he has been able to do something the clan can be proud of. Blodwyn is a better First, a better Dalish elf, and the clan loves her. She will be a wonderful Keeper and he will be happy to be below her, because he has never wanted to lead and he feels as if he might not suffocate after all.

When he tells his mother, he thinks she will be pleased, because she will see he is doing what his best for the clan.

Her eyes darken and he knows he was wrong.

“How dare you!” she hisses and she takes a step toward him. “How dare you!”

Clear flinches and steps back. “M-mother, I-“ His eyes dart around and he wishes they were not alone, that someone, anyone was near and could stop her.

“Who do you think you are,” she yells,” to make that kind of decision! You’ve gone too far! Selfish brat! Have you not thought of me? All I have done for you, to ensure you will rise above, and you give up your position to be a mere Second?!”

“I thought it was best for the clan,” Clear whispers.

His mother laughs. “No. No, you did what you wanted. Selfish brat. You are a disgrace, an absolute disgrace to the Dalish, to your clan, to me!”

“Mamae…” he whispers. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me, please, I’ll do better, I’ll-

She hits him.

Not her usual slaps, those that sting and make him wish he were better. This time her hand is not empty and he does not quite understand this, not until he feels a flash of pain as skin rips open, not until he feels warm blood drip into and over his left eye.

Clear whimpers in shock and pain and presses his hand against his bleeding eye.

His mother says nothing, just glares at him, her teeth still bared. Go, her eyes say, go you ungrateful son!

“Mamae,” he whimpers and he reaches out to her, because he is sorry, and he will do better, he will be who she wants.

He just wants her eyes to soften, for her to take her in her arms and tell him she is proud of him and she loves him.

But his mother only laughs, an ugly, hysterical laugh. “You are no son of mine!” she shrieks and she throws something at him and he barely dodges in time.

The tears he has not shed for so long spill over and he runs.

 Blodwyn and Glenn find him curled in a ball, the halla surrounding him and nuzzling him, offering comfort in the only way they can.

He’s okay, he says. He’s fine, he’s fine, he just tripped and hit his head against something sharp. That’s all, that’s why he has such a horrible, vertical gash against his eye.

They do not believe him, and he thinks they suspect, but he does not tell them, as he has never told them, and there is nothing to prove it.

They take him to the Keeper and he thinks she suspects too, and he wonders if she has always suspected, if Glenn and Blodwyn had too. But he does not speak and he never will and he only insists he fell.

She heals him and he will have a scar, but he doesn’t care and he doesn’t speak.

Later, as he lays curled in a ball, unable to sleep, his eye hurting, he hears that his mother has left, slipping away in the night.

That is proof enough for the Keeper, for Blodwyn and Glenn, but Clear pretends to be asleep when they come to him, one by one.

In the end, they leave him to rest and Clear stares at the roof of the Keeper’s aravel, thinking he should feel relived, angry, unhappy, anything.

Instead he feels drained, drained and empty.

 At twenty years old, Clear’s hand flares green and pulses with pain unlike anything he has ever felt.

He doesn’t quite remember how he got here, and he certainly does not remember his hand glowing green. It has something to do with the Conclave, he supposes, and he mildly wonders if he shouldn’t have volunteered to spy after all.

But there really was nothing left for him with his clan. Even with Blodwyn and Glenn, Clear had slipped further and further away from the Dalish. Blodwyn and Glenn, though they loved him dearly and he them, they belonged with the clan and Clear did not.

In the end, even sitting in a prison with a glowing hand and scattered memories, how could Clear regret ever taking this role of spy? He was chained now, but somehow he felt more free than ever.

And when the shemlen woman- no, Cassandra, not shemlen -shows him this Breach and tells him they need him, he almost thinks he might have done something right for once.

Because this mark on his hand, if Cassandra is right, he can use it to help and he can actually be what they need. He had never been what his clan needed, had never been able to.

He thinks about what Blodwyn once told him about city life and how the Dalish always seemed so free to her. He thinks that maybe what seems like freedom to one person can be chains to another.

And so when Cassandra kneels down to tell him they need him, after his mark flares and brings him to his knees, he only asks if this thing on his hand can truly help.

And when she says it could, he nods, takes a deep breath and tells her he will help.

He almost expects contempt in her eyes, because though she said they need him, his mother had said that once too, but she had never had any faith in Clear, had never showed him support.

But Cassandra only seems surprised, a little relieved, and… he thinks there might be something like approval in her eyes.

His hand hurts horribly and his scar twinges like it always does when there’s danger, but he allows Cassandra to help him up. And even with the various shemlen glaring at him, even with them thinking he is a murder, he feels, for the first time in a long time, something that might be hope.

quicksilverbells  asked:

How about U & V for James March? 💕

U. Unfair

His teasing depends on how misbehaved his partner has been. If he feels the need to punish, you know he’s going to prolong their ability to orgasm longer.


He would start of quiet, but he increases in volume the closer he gets. Kinda like the more carnal he gets with his desires the more noise you’ll get out of him.

i use my phone to do everything. except make phone calls because phone calls are awful

Hayden Christensen on his lightsaber training

materassassino  asked:

Bearded Shiro in flannel though???

I’m not on board the whole bearded Shiro craze tbh, but I really like him with a soft stubble. And flannel improves everything 👌

Available on RB as a sticker ~

okay listen, lance? he had the biggest celebrity crush on shiro for the longest time and these are my hc’s about this:

  • i fully believe that mr. takashi shirogane was the “face” of the garrison, and that during his career he was roped into more than one recruitment video, with all the dramatic music and cinematic shots of pilots standing next to their fighter jets
    • someone: hey lance! your mans is on tv!
    • lance: [dropping whatever the hell he’s doing] press pause! press pause! i’m on my way!!!!
      • his siblings got into the habit of just shouting that even when the commercial wasn’t on because they liked recording his reaction time. the fastest he’s gotten there is six seconds (he was upstairs)
  • listen, lance isn’t naive. he knows that shiro is the best the garrison has to offer and he’s going into the cargo pilot program so he’s probably never going to see him, but still they’re in the same place:
    • lance: [at orientation] shiro…he walked through these halls, he ate in this lunchroom, i’m breathing blessed air
  • the one time lance almost gets caught sneaking out is because he couldn’t help peaking through the windows of the teacher’s lounge to see if maybe shiro was there
    • he was. and because shiro’s a legend he immediately picks up on the fact that he’s being stared at and then he catches lance’s eyes. lance just freezes, because shit…..but then shiro just sips his coffee and pointedly looks away because you know damn well he’s snuck out his fair share of times when he was a cadet
  • shiro: [in keith’s shack after being rescued] lance right?
  • lance: [internally: he knows my name? HE KNOWS MY NAME!]
  • later in the castle, after they’ve all gotten to know each other, after they’ve become a family:
    • hunk: hey lance do you remember when you liked shiro?
    • lance: dude….
    • shiro:
    • keith: wait what? you liked shiro [cue the face of disgust at the thought of anyone liking his brother]
    • lance: [defensively] i didn’t like him, it was just a stupid celebrity crush. i’m over it now
    • pidge: what happened?
    • lance: uhh, i met him!
    • keith: [nodding] makes sense
    • shiro: wow, okay