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Up All Night

Summary: Dan can’t sleep. Normally, this only ever happens when he’s having another one of his infamous existential crisis’ or he’s had one too many biscuits before bed. Tonight, however, that is not the case.

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff (+ a bit of angst if you squint)

Triggers/Warnings: Swearing

Note: i started writing this before dan rebranded and i’m too much of a lazy ass to go and change it, so his username is still ‘danisnotonfire’ in this story.


Dan can’t sleep. Normally, this only ever happens when he’s having another one of his infamous existential crisis’ or he’s had one too many biscuits before bed. Tonight, however, that is not the case.

Earlier while Dan was scrolling through the “danisnotonfire” tag on tumblr, he came across a lot of posts about phan. This isn’t unusual, of course. Hell, pretty much everyone and their grandmother ships it. Typically, he would just ignore all of these posts, but for some reason today he decided it would be a good idea to take look at all of these ridiculous discussions and edits.

It wasn’t a good idea.

At first, he thought it really was funny to see what people had to say about Dan and Phil’s supposed relationship. People analyzing their tweets, speculating when they’re getting married, and all of the theories about 2009 were quite amusing, to say the least.

The more Dan scrolled though, the more he second guessed himself. Almost all of the theories were far stretched and absolutely unbelieveable, but some of them left him thinking. The more “heart eyes howell” posts he saw, the more he started to notice that sometimes he wasn’t just making friendly eye contact. He won’t deny that he may or may not have maybe fancied Phil a bit back when he was 18, but that was a very long time ago and it was more of a fanboy obsession than a crush. Right?

And that brings us to now. Dan has been pacing the length of his room for what must be hours now. He tried to get to sleep, really he did, but it looks like that isn’t happening anytime soon. His brain just won’t shut up about Phil’s stupid gorgeous ocean eyes, man you could go swimming in them. No, he can’t think like that. Phil is Dan’s best friend, and you can’t just think about your platonic best friend like that. Even if that platonic best friend has perfect silky smooth raven hair and the most gorgeous smile in the entire univ-


Dan’s thoughts are interrupted by the soft creak of his bedroom door followed by the voice of a tired Phil. Dan has always loved Phil’s sleepy voice. Even when he only heard it through a shitty laptop microphone during late night Skype calls back in 2009, he could still pick up on the little bit of northern-ness that slips through. He finds it truly endearing.

“Hey,” Dan replies almost completely inaudibly, although now that Phil’s awake, there’s really no one else to wake up unless their neighbors have super hearing.

“Why’re you still awake?” Phil asks standing in the doorway to Dan’s bedroom. “It’s nearly 4am, you really shouldn’t be up this late,”

“Wouldn’t it be ‘up this early?’” Dan remarks with a sardonic tone.

Dan can’t really make out Phil too well in the dark, but he can tell that he rolls his eyes.

“That’s not the point,”

“I’m just thinking,” Dan half lies to Phil, hoping he takes it as another one of Dan’s existential crisis’ and just goes back to bed.

“Okay..” Phil says sounding extremely unconvinced. That’s one of the worst things about spending basically every second of his life with Phil, Dan thought. He can always tell when he’s lying.

Phil doesn’t turn around and go back to his room like Dan hoped he would. Instead, he strides out of the doorway and further into the room. When he gets about an arm’s length away from where Dan had stopped pacing, he holds out his hand.

First, Dan is just confused and ends up staring at Phil’s pale hand for a good 5 seconds before looking up to meet his expecting eyes. Then, Dan hesitantly grabs onto the extended hand not knowing where this situation is leading.

Suddenly, he’s being practically dragged out of his room and out into the hallway of their flat. Phil turns their bodies toward his room and Dan chooses to ignore the frenzy of butterflies that erupt in his stomach.

“You guys are just friends,” Dan thinks quietly to himself “I’m sure whatever reason I’m being pulling into Phil’s room is completely reasonable and platonic. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Phil opens the door, brings them both into his room, and shuts it behind them, never breaking the hold that he has on Dan’s hand. Then, walks over to his bed and sits down on the edge of his mattress with a quiet squeak. After what seems like an eternity, he finally lets go and rolls over so that he’s laying on his side.

Now what is he supposed to do? His best friend just walked into his room in the middle of the night and brought him into his room, only to jump onto his bed and lay down like no one else is there. After about 30 seconds of awkward silence, Phil turns around to face Dan, reaching out his arms and making grabby hands.

Dan’s eyes widen and he starts to feel some heat rising to his cheeks, which he hopes Phil isn’t able to notice in the dim light of the room. He and Phil had shared a bed before, why is this time any different then all the other times they’ve done it? Maybe it’s because he still can’t get Phil’s sharp cheekbones and kissable lips off of his mind.

Dan has imagined what it’d be like to kiss Phil before. He imagines his kiss would be as kind and gentle as his personality. He’s even fantasized what it would taste like. Sweet strawberries and happiness. Of course, this was back before he had even started talking to Phil. When he was just a naive teenager watching through a cheap laptop screen. He would never think about Phil like that now. No way.

Dan tries to push these thoughts to the very back of his head as he begins to climb up next to Phil on the bed, careful not to lie too close.

Despite Dan’s effort to leave a large amount of space between the two of them, Phil scoots closer and looks straight into Dan’s mocha colored eyes. It takes all of Dan’s strength not to just lean in and kiss him right then and there. There’s still a decent distance between their bodies, but Dan can still feel the body heat radiating off of Phil.

They stare for less than a minute, but to Dan it feels like hours. Phil’s bright eyes clashing against Dan’s much darker ones. Dan wonders how someone’s eyes can contain so many different shades at once. Though his eyes were mostly a deep abyss of sky blue, Dan could see many swirls of green and even tiny specks of yellow scattered across Phil’s iris.

It’s intoxicating.

“Alright,” Phil says in a low voice, breaking Dan out of his trance. “Are you planning on telling me what’s actually keeping up and pacing around at 4 in the morning?”

Phil is never really one to pry, he usually just lets things like this go. Sometimes though, he just can’t help himself. Especially when he can tell that something is really bothering Dan.

“Uhm,” Dan replies, feeling his cheeks grow redder as he remembers what had been keeping him awake. He hopes his blush is still hidden within the darkness, despite how close him and Phil are lying to each other.

He contemplates whether he should just tell Phil what was happening. They told each other everything, after all. The worst Phil could do was tell Dan he was a freak, kick him out of the apartment forever, and say he never wanted to see his face ever again.

Yeah, no. He’s not telling Phil.

“I already told you,” Dan speaks up. “I was just thinking. You know how I get sometimes. It’s just another dumb existential crisis, it’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Dan,” Phil says in a stern voice, not buying his half-assed excuse.


“Fine,” Dan quietly sighs. He shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down

“This is so dumb,” He thinks. “Phil would never kick me out for something as ridiculous as this, I’m making a big deal out of nothing. Get it together, Dan.”

Once he opens up his eyes again, Phil arches an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. Dan takes a deep breath.

“I was looking through the ‘danisnotonfire’ tag on Tumblr, and I saw -”

“Bear,” Phil interrupts him with a soft voice. “Is this is about some sort of hate post? We’ve already been over this, none of it is true. You have so many supporters, including me. Don’t let a couple of trolls silly comments get to you.”

“N-no that’s not what this is about.” Dan replies, blushing. Phil has always cared so much about reminding Dan not to let negativity get to him.

“Actually, erm, it’s about u-us.” He stutters out.


“Yeah,” Dan says, suddenly regretting starting this conversation and wishing Phil would’ve stopped being such a caring asshole and just left him alone to pace until the sun rises.

“So, uhm, I was scrolling through the tag and I saw some posts about-“

“Am I actually going to say it?” He thinks. “I could just lie and say that it was just some stupid hate comments and this would all be over. No, I can’t lie to Phil. He’ll understand.”


“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He thinks. “I fucking said it. No going back now.”

“Oh,” Phil replies, his eyes growing wider and his eyebrows raising.

They both know about phan. They both know about all of the edits and fanfiction, but they never acknowledge it, especially Dan. Not after 2012, at least. That’s why Phil finds it so odd of him to even say the ship name.

“I-I tried to ignore it, but it was just everywhere and I ended up giving in. There were so many theories, and fanfictions, and edits, and the more I looked at them,” Dan takes a deep breath before finishing. “the more I realized that they might be right?”

Dan waits for Phil to scream at him to get out of his bed and kick him out of the house, but instead he just stares blankly at him with an unreadable expression. They stay silent for a couple more seconds before Dan speaks up again.

“I completely u-understand if you want to kick me out and never speak to me again. I-I’ll go start packing my things right now.”

But right as Dan is about to climb out of the bed, Phil grabs onto his arm and says “Wait, Dan,”


“Don’t go,”

Now it was Dan’s turn to stare. What? Did Phil even hear what he just said to him??

“O-okay,” Dan replies softly, climbing back beside him.

Phil closes his eyes and is silent for so long the Dan is sure he’s fallen asleep, until finally he opens his mouth and whispers, “I’m not going to kick you out,”

“You’re not?”

Phil chuckles, “No, of course not,”

“But why?

“Because you’re my best friend?”

“B-but I just said- I did- you- I-”

“Would you shut up for two seconds?”

Dan shuts his mouth quick.

“I’m not kicking you out, I don’t hate you or whatever you’re thinking,”

“But wh-”

“Because I like you too,”

Dan’s brain short-circuits. What did he just say? Does he need to check his hearing?? No, it can’t be. But when he glanced over to see Phil’s flushed face staring at him, he knows that he hasn’t misheard.

“Oh,” He simply replies trying to play it cool, although he can feel the millions of roses bloom across his cheeks.


So now what? What does this mean for their friendship? Will they ever act the same way around each other again? Will-

“Hey, Dan?”

“Um, Yeah?”

“It’s kinda difficult to make out your face in the dark, especially without my contacts in. Could you, um, scooch a little closer?” Phil suggests, trying to hide a smirk.

Dan blushes even deeper, having an idea of where this was heading. He moves closer to Phil.

“Is this better?”

“Hmm, nope. Still can’t see you. Maybe just a bit more?” Phil asks innocently.

Dan obeys, scooting even closer to him. The temperature is overwhelmingly hot by now, with their shared body heat being trapped under the duvet, but Dan can’t really find it in himself to care.

“Better?” Dan asks. Phil shakes his head.


Dan moves again.





By now, their bodies are flush together. A mess of long lanky limbs twisted together. Dan rests his forehead against Phil’s.

“Now?” He whispers. Phil feels his hot breath wash over his face. All he had to do was move his head just a bit forward…

“Closer,” Phil breathes out. His voice is perfectly rough and raspy, it sends a shiver down Dan’s spine.

And with that, Dan closes the small gap between their lips. At first, it’s slow and sweet, but after a couple seconds it grows sloppy and desperate, their feelings that they had bottled up for years spilling out all at once.

Phil doesn’t taste the same as he had imagined. There was no hint of strawberries, but instead he tastes like the hot chocolate that Dan had made for both of them earlier that night, which in his opinion is even better. He also tastes of mint toothpaste and a hint of something else that Dan can only describe as Phil.

Phil swipes his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Dan quickly grants, opening his mouth and letting him explore every nook and cranny.

Dan is louder than Phil imagined. He let’s out little whimpers whenever Phil applies pressure in the right places, and quiet moans when he licks around inside his mouth. And honestly, he’s not complaining.

Eventually, to their disappointment, they have to pull away to breathe. They don’t separate completely, keeping their foreheads resting together.

Dan slowly opens his eyes, to find that Phil’s were already wide. He’s engulfed in the deep ocean of color, before smiling so wide that it hurts his whole face. Phil joins him, smiling just as wide. Soon they’re both giggling like japanese school girls.

“Why the hell haven’t we done that sooner?” Dan says calming down from his laughing fit.

“I have no idea,” Phil replies still smiling.

They lean in again, grinning against each other’s mouths. It’s shorter than the last kiss, but full of love and fondness rather than desperation. When they pull apart, Phil move back to peck Dan’s lips one more time.

Phil wraps his arms around the small of Dan’s back and pulls him closer, tucking his head underneath of his chin. Dan accommodates by draping his arm across his waist and snuggling his face closer into his chest.

“I love you, bear,” Phil says, his voice soft and full of warmth.

“Love you too,” Dan replies, his voice just as warm. “Now shut up, it’s late and I’m trying to sleep,”

Phil laughs and squeezes Dan tighter, “Alright, goodnight Dan,”

He waits for a reply before he hears soft snores from under his head. He smiles and closes his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep with Dan wrapped in his arms.


Note: i started writting this fic a while ago and i just decided to finish it today. It’s not the best but i like it enough to post it so here you go lmao ALSO thank you guys so much for all the positive feed back on my last fic! you guys are the best :)


This is the second part to my Rick Sanchez x Reader fanfiction “Tease”. First Part:

I’m tagging all that liked the first part but if you do not wish to be tagged in any more of this fanfiction, please tell me and I’ll stop. It’s no issue :)

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Warnings: Big age gap but the reader is over 18. Mentions of sex and implications of power kink (maybe?). The reader is described as someone who comes from a uninvolved foster family, but very briefly and not in detail. 


She didn’t know what came over her that afternoon. Thank god Morty had interrupted the exchange because she wasn’t sure anything else would have stopped her from flirting with her best friend’s grandpa. He seemed interested too, and that didn’t help her situation. Her panties getting wet every time he walked past her in a room or every instance she heard his drunken voice coming from the garage. God, what a fuck up. She wondered what Rick would say if he knew how badly she wanted for him to fuck her in every dimension possible. Damn, she wondered what Summer and Rick would say… To be fair, they were used to aliens and travelling through different realities. Would it be that hard to grasp the concept for them?

Right about now Rick would be running in some adventure with Morty and she was sitting in the Smith’s living room reading a Stephen King novel as Summer prepared for the party tonight in Joe’s house; the dubmass that tried to take her out before bouncing on to Summer when she had said ‘no’ with the excuse that she wasn’t looking for anyone to date right now. She had been surprised that he hadn’t been a douche about it but that didn’t convince her to consider him as an option in the future, even if she did forget about this stupid attraction towards a 60 year old man.

She pondered the idea of her previous foster family would say about it all too. Would they even care? They didn’t seem to be bothered even when they were supposed to. Once she turned 18 she managed to get out of there and get a shitty apartment and a job. She still went to school, but money was her major concern at the moment. Because of that situation, she had repeated a few years at school, reason why she was in Summer’s year despite being older than her.

All of a sudden, a green portal appeared behind her and a cursing Rick went flying through it.

“Bitch, son of a bitch, Morty, we barely made it out this time. Oh”, he looked up to where she was sitting staring at the disappearing portal behind them. “Hi”.

Morty said hi too, stuttering and awkwardly looked between Rick and her, as the old man sat next to her on the couch. Morty eventually joined in, sitting farther away, still staring at them.

“So, it is true. I didn’t believe it was a lie but its different seeing it in person. You two travel through portals and shit…” she said, slowly, still trying to process what she’d seen.

Rick nodded and burped, working on his portal gun, which seemed to be fuming.

“You actually are a mad scientist, then?”

Rick paused for a second to consider the question. “I wouldn’t say I’m mad. Just the smartest man in the galaxy”.

She looked up at him and nodded, as if that confirmed what she had said. “You’re a genius. I am aware. Your garage is full of your inventions and you’re holding a fucking gun that takes you places. Generally that goes hand in hand with madness, mister”.

He seemed to react to that, his head snapping up to look at her with wide eyes. (Y/N) could almost see the word that had provoked that reaction dancing inside his head.

“M-maybe. I don’t know, don’t care as long as -brrr- that doesn’t get in the way of my science”.

After a few seconds of silence, Morty reached for the book that (Y/N) had left on the floor. “You’re reading ‘It’, (Y/N)? I-I heard it’s really good. I-I mi-might try it out…”

Rick groaned as he tried to clean what seemed to be blood off his lab coat, only smearing it around. “Pl-please, M-brrr-orty! You wouldn’t be able to read a book that long even if I stapled it to Jessica’s tits”.

She suppressed a smile as she saw Morty fidget with his yellow t-shirt and a blush crept to his face. “I mean, that is a good teaching method, Rick, but that’s a very big book for Jessica’s boobs”, she joked, making Morty blush even more.

“Oh, jeez, (Y/N)… You don’t need to make fun of me too”.

She felt a bit guilty as she looked at him and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Morty. So you like Jessica, huh? Want help with that? I’ve been told I’m a good wingman”.

Rick gave the biggest sigh as he finished working on his portal gun and turned to her, invading her space with the smell of blood and alcohol. “Yeah, we all- we know how you set up my granddaughter with a half-wit walking steroid”.

“Hey!” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Rick showed a confused expression; he clearly didn’t expect her to answer in that manner. Too late to stop now. “If your granddaughter is into half-wit walking steroids, I can’t help it. Same as you couldn’t stop Beth from getting it hot and heavy with a slimy and pathetic parasite who didn’t even know how to wear a condom, so…”

Rick gulped loudly before starting to laugh so hard that (Y/N) got worried he would crack a hip or a rib. “Well said, kid… Well said, indeed”.

‘Kid’. Yesterday she had been ‘princes’ and ‘little girl’. She wondered when he would call her by her name. How it would sound on his tongue… She liked his pet names, but this one felt so fucking wrong, like he hadn’t even considered her behaviour as flirty or provocative because of how young she was. She supposed it was better that way. Better than him knowing clearly about her thoughts and making fun or avoiding her. Meanwhile, Morty got to his feet and stuttered until he lost his hope to be heard over Rick’s laughter.

“You know what?! You two fucking belong together! Enjoy each other!” he yelled, and stomped to the kitchen.

To this, Rick laughed even harder and patted her back. “Maybe we will, Morty, maybe we will!”. She tried not to choke on her own shock at what Morty had said and Rick’s answer. Did he know? Had Rick said anything to him? Or was it just a phrase out of the blue? When Rick finished his laughing, he dried a few tears from his eyes and smiled at her.

“I’m not a kid, you know?”

His smile seemed to falter a bit before answering. “I know, trust me.”

‘Why did I just say that?’ Rick asked himself. Why was he playing with the open fire in front of him? Because that’s what she was. Loose and dangerous as a wild fire. Everything he told himself not to go for after his wife and even Unity. He realised he was leaning towards her and pulled back, noticing how she did the same while still looking at him, wondering, trying to read him. He’ll be damned if she managed to do that. He got up and walked slowly to the garage.

“H-hey, where’s Summer? You-you alone?”

In a way, she always looked alone, even when Summer was in the room with her, but he wanted to know where his granddaughter was just in case his subconscious won and he decided to drag the girl to the garage with him, maybe show her in many ways how much of a kid she wasn’t anymore. She almost seemed to know what he was thinking, because her cheeks were flushed as she tripped over her words and looked around to check if they were in fact alone.

“She’s in the shower, preparing… We-we got a party at Joe’s house later”.

So that’s why she was wearing those shorts again. Probably going to impress a lot of boys there. A horrible sensation was starting to grow in his stomach and he considered throwing (Y/N) across his lap and give her what no boy from that high school could, maybe even convince her that it wasn’t even worth trying with a dick from that party. Instead, he stepped into his lab and closed the door behind him. He thought for a second that he could hear her sighing deeply, almost as if she had been holding her breath through their whole interaction. He imagined her sighing like that after he fucked into her so deep and hard he left bruises.

He really must be mad, just as she said. Absolutely mad.


Third Part:

Working for the Dauntless leader Eric Coulter // Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

A/N: I’m soo sorry for not updating any fanfictions. I don’t have time now for posting new chapters every day but I’ll try to do it every one or two weeks. I really hope you like this Chapter.

Tags: @pathybo @umlvk @captstefanbrandt @jaxteller9994 @jaihardy @tigpooh67 @deansgirl1993 @beltz2016 @capitanostella @ohhdarllingg @amarahzareen (Let me know if you want to be tagged as well) 

It feels like I’ve been here for ages even though it was just a week. After many failed attempts to secretly sneak out I got used to be carried back inside on Eric’s back. I started enjoying and appreciating his overprotective mind.

Eric got us breakfast from the cafeteria. He sits down next to me and hands me a waffle and a cup of juice. “You look well today, maybe I should let you go back to work tomorrow. There’s much to do.” he says while examining me. “Yeah, you definitely should. I’m getting a little bit bored here.” I’m glad he finally thought about ‘releasing’ me but on the other hand I don’t really want to go back. Having Eric around me almost all the time was lovely. Nobody would ever think that he could be so caring and loving.

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Rules: Answer the 11 questions the tagger sets, tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions.

Unfortunately, I didn’t do it on the day when I was first tagged as a result of which I will have to answer 66 questions instead of 11 ‘cause I was tagged by 6 amazing people ❤

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Gravity - Part 3

Summary: Reader’s a young security officer (Lieutanent Junior Grade) who happened to be on an away mission and fall hard for a certain Chief Engineer. Both of them aren’t the most outgoing regarding their feelings and tend to just watch each other from a distance, which is going to change.

Wordcount: 1190

A/N: Ah, yes. I don’t know what to say here. This was fun. Still working on that accent. We’re back in the present.

This fiction is set in AOS

Warnings: Second hand embarrassment. Or first hand embarrassment depending on how you read this kind of fics.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

„I remember that incident“, mused Leonard McCoy and furrowed his brows. „Why were you attacked in the first place?“
Scotty and Jim took a swig of Scotch.
„Turns out, they had crash landed their vessel on a nest of those beasts. Forgot to mention it of course. Can ya imagine that?“, the Scotsman exclaimed.
„She handled that situation like a real champ, Captain.“ he continued and poured himself some more Scotch.
„It’s Jim, when I’m off duty, Scotty, we talked about it - and she’s in for a promotion before next shore leave anyway, you don’t have to praise her - I read all the reports.“ the Captain grinned and emptied his glass in one go only to help himself to some more. For a moment the three of them sat there, drinking, caught up in their own thoughts.
„So,“ Jim then began, „you really like that girl?“
Scotty groaned, as the discussion turned to Jims new favorite topic. Again.
„It’s irrelevant if I like her or not, Captain. I cannae expect a young woman like that to fall for an old mechanic like me.“, he finished his scotch, and stared down at the bottom of his glass. Then he reached for the bottle to fill up again. „She was stuck in medbay for days because of that. Because of me.“ - „Took me a good couple of hours to patch the kid up, too“, added the doctor and threw a glance at Jim, who just shook his head, laughing, before picking the conservation up again: „Maybe I should get Spock in on discussing this“ - at this, Scotty just muttered: „Ya are mad, that is what ya are.“ - „I suppose he would think the whole situation highly illogical.“ - „There’s nothing ‚illogical‘ aboot the whole thing, Captain. I’m not gonnae embarrass ma self. And that’s the last of it.“ With that, he finished another glass.

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anonymous asked:

Whats ur favourite quote?? Plz

i have too many.. have a search on my tagged/text for more. but i guess here is just a few of my favourites (i could go on forever i am in love with words, but i have to get ready 2 go to the doctors):

1) To be alive: not just the carcass

But the spark.

That’s crudely put, but…If we’re not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?’ —Gregory Orr

2) She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.White Oleander by Janet Fitch (i love this book)

3)  ‘To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminal murder - a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time’.—Susan Sontag, On Photography

4) ‘Cover me with soft Earth.. jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they grow above me.. they will breathe the fragrance of my Heart into space.’—Kahlil Gibran

5)  ‘ Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.’—Alain de Botton

6) ‘ I speak rain,
I spin you a night and you hide in it.’
—Margaret Atwood

7)  ‘ I am cherry-stained
teeth. You are
the absence of yes.’
—Emily O’Neill

8)  ‘I’m… having one of those honeyed afternoons when I don’t know who I am.’—Catie Rosemurgy

9) ‘ The whole universe melting and falling down, the skies all jumbled and soft, all blurred and transcendental with milky light, all immortal, all sacrificial and sighing, all too impossible to keep and bear, so beautiful and so sad.’—Jack Kerouac

10) ‘ Imagine, I might really become somebody. Someday.’Maya Angelou

11) ‘ Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.’—Welcome to Night Vale

12)  ‘ To my daughter I will say,
‘See your beauty
without a compliment
or a mirror.’—‘Blind’ by Della Hicks-Wilson

13)  ‘ I see you in colors that don’t exist.’—Paul Matsumoto 

14)  ‘Love him,’ said Jacques with vehemence, ‘love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?’”—  Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin  (this is my fave book)

15)  ‘You are my homecoming. When I’m with you and we’re well together, there is nothing more I want. You make me like who I am, who I become when you’re with me. If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I’m with you, and if I find the courage to speak my truth to you one day, remind me to light a candle in thanksgiving at every altar in Rome.’—  André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name (another of my fave books)

16) ‘ I think of how, in Czech,
“to paint” and “to love”
are only one vowel
away: malovat; milovat.
The salutation alone
is written. I paint
you, I paint you, I paint you.
’—Emily Wilson

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Tagged by: frenchsapho & tvconsumesme


  • Last beverage: Water
  • Last phone call:  I tried to avoid phone calls at all cost. I talked to my mom on the phone a few weeks ago, I think.
  • Last text message: My cell is busted, so I haven’t texted in ages.
  • Last song you listened to: Shine by Anna Nalick
  • Last time you cried: A week ago today watching this god awful video. (And by god awful, I mean amazing. Spoiler alert for Person of Interest.)


  • Dated someone twice: No
  • Been cheated on: Not that I am aware of.
  • Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope
  • Lost someone special: Yes
  • Been depressed: Yes
  • Been drunk and threw up: Been drunk, yes. Thrown up because of it, no.


Purple, blue, and black.


  • Made a new friend: Yes
  • Fallen out of love: No
  • Laughed until you cried: Yes
  • Met someone who changed you: This past year, I don’t think so.
  • Found out who your true friends are: I already knew.
  • Found out someone was talking about you: No


How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life:

I’d say 80-ish% of them I know in real life. I don’t really use Facebook much anymore.


  • First Surgery: When I was twelve. I was born with a weak muscle in one of my eyelids and had surgery to fix it.
  • First piercing: Ears when I was real young.
  • First best friend: 3rd or 4th grade 
  • First sport you joined: I never joined any sports.
  • First vacation: I can’t remember my first. When I was little, my family took road trips all over Arizona all the time. My first out-of-state vacation was to California to visit my brother when I was sixteen.
  • First pair of trainers: No idea.


  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Water
  • I’m about to: Do nothing because I was babysitting two of my nieces.
  • Waiting for: Their mom to get home.


  • Want kids: Not really.
  • Get married: Perhaps
  • Career: You think I’d have this question answered by now, but I don’t. I was going to school for nursing until I realized, I don’t really like dealing with people. I’m thinking I may switch to biomedical research, because I still like the medical field, but would prefer research.


  • Lips or eyes: I have trouble with eye contact right off the bat, so I’m going to go with lips.
  • Hugs or kisses: Depends on the person giving them.
  • Shorter or taller: I like being taller, but seeing as how I am a relatively small human being, I’m usually the shorter one.
  • Older or younger: Don’t really have a preference.
  • Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous is good, but I think I prefer romantic.
  • Nice stomach or nice arms: No preference on this one either.
  • Sensitive or loud: Either is good. My only stipulation with someone who tends to be loud is that they understand that I can’t handle loud all of the time.
  • Hook-up or relationship: I am definitely more of a relationship person.
  • Trouble-maker or hesitant: If we’re talking about my preference in someone else, I don’t have one regarding this. I tend to be more hesitant though.


  • Kissed a stranger: Nope
  • Drank hard liquor: Yes
  • Lost glasses/ contacts: I lose my glasses all of the time
  • Sex on first date: No
  • Broke someone’s heart: I don’t think so.
  • Arrested: No
  • Turned someone down: Yes
  • Cried when someone died: Yes
  • Fallen for a friend: Not really


  • Yourself: Not particularly
  • Miracles: Not really
  • Love at first sight: Maybe, I don’t know.
  • Heaven: Nope
  • Santa Claus: No
  • Kiss on the first date: Sure
  • Angels: Not really, no.

I tag: amberkinion, entropyz3, jess82x, notallwonder, ohsoblackandwhite, lovemydarlingangel, crazycat9449, agentbering, geeksandathletes, giraffesandhappymeals, gigi2690, mmmmrizzles, thebuffygirl, crimeshowgirl, notperfectstillgood, carmillaplease, valendiles, indelible-space, musingsofaraven, jdaydreamer3, evilswan83, vivinicorn, muddypuppy452, miakirshners, and attilarrific.

Thoughts on Rogue One

1. Fit so well into the time just before the OT! The little cameos were fun and smart and emotional, it was good to see expanded roles from a few of the recognizable people, and just generally fit in well.

2. Or rather, it fit well in the cracks between. It’s very much a story about how a lot of hard, dirty work gets done outside of people being heroes with destinies for a story to have its eventual happy ending. From pretty much the first time we meet Cassian that becomes extremely obvious, and it’s reinforced down to the fact that for the first time I can remember, we see stormtroopers whose armor is dirty when there wasn’t a battle to dirty it up.


4. More under the cut because spoilers.

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i’ve only been here for … 2 weeks now, i think. i’ve already hit 200+ followers, which is amazing ( to me, at least ) – i honestly didn’t expect that many people would follow me, never mind throw so much love at me in such a short space of time. needless to say, i’m incredibly grateful. i feel like it’s a recurring thing for a lot of cloud role-players, but i’ve really & truly loved him since i was about … 5 years old. ff7 may be the most notoriously - ( & stereo-typically ) - over-rated rpg ever, but it’s the game closest to my heart.


👉 @ofrhapsodos​​ ; you’re almost certainly the first person here i got close to, and you’re still probably the person i’m closest to now. i don’t think i’ve ever connected with someone ( through tumblr, at least ) as quickly as i have with you ?? it never feels awkward or forced communicating with you ooc or ic, and i can appreciate that a lot. your writing is beautiful & so are u, but no homo ……

👉 @xnvictus ; yet again, you’re another person i never feel awkward talking to ic or ooc. i’m glad i’m able to throw songs & fanart at you without you getting - ( outwardly ) - pissed off, and you’ve really helped me with a few things, whether you realised that you have or not. you’re just really great. ;v;

👉 @jjillekkot ; i know we don’t talk as much as i’d like us to, but you’re honestly such a bean. you’re one of the most genuinely kind people i’ve met ?? and i’m mostly including you in this part just to quietly yell about how nice you are and how i admire you & your yuffie a lot. keep being u.

👉 @eruditorem ; [inhales]. your writing still is & always will be goals. i think one of the things i’ve come to admire most about your writing is the fact that i was so indifferent to quistis beforehand, but now i actually - ( surprisingly ) - enjoy her as a character ?? you’re another rly sweet person, too.


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@eternefiamme // @constellati // @destinykey // @flcralesque // @respxrk // @valience // @fideluxx // @valorxdrive // @misplacedxheroics // @redpupxiii // @thalxssas // @prcmising // @pilferess // @ibisangelus // @problematicknight // @firxga // @infusedblues // @ivory-paragon // @lonexeter // 
@spiras-sunshine // @stoirmeil // @dreamzanarkands // @hariola // @caiiius // @umbrxm //
@rnagun // @unmessiah // @argent-noir // @shirvdo // @ofsilverguns // @oflucis // @regalnight //
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@meiliva // @xuofhearts // @legacie // @asoldicr // @featherdicks // @insarys // @ruckgrat //

 & there are far too many of you but if you see this you were probably supposed to be tagged sobs ily

Tagged by bmolko​ and dontclimbanymore
 1) Always post the rules
2) Answer the questions the person gave you and write 11 new questions for the people you tagged. 

3) Tag 11 people and link them to the post

bmolko​’s questions:
1. What is your favourite flower? Tell us about your favourite flower.
Rose - because after the very first dance school show I performed in when I was seven years old (the first time I’d ever been on stage in an actual theatre with curtains and a big mass of black audience holy moly it shocked me!) my best adult friend that came to watch gave me a little bouquet with a red rose and white gypsophila and it was the most amazing feeling ever.
2. Is there a significant person in your life (a friend), whom, has helped benefit you in some way and has in turn taught you a lot about yourself, life, etc? Tell us about this person.
bmolko​ is the only person I’m not blood related to (we’re still brothers though) that I feel completely at home with, like I can be me around - and I can talk about anything with. They are so special to me, and they never fail to pick me up when I’m down. I believe we’re linked somehow, like we were supposed to meet and become best friends. In Doctor Who terms, I think us meeting was a fixed moment in time. I’ll never let you go.
3. What does the rush of love feel like as opposed to infatuation or obsession?
Love, as in a more respect and admiration or unconditional sort of love isn’t really a rush for me - it’s more passive and ebbing, it’s there underneath everything, it’s calm, it doesn’t force anything, it feels like the furthest thing from risk. If it’s true, nothing feels at stake, nothing that matters anyway, nothing important. Obsession grips fast and pulls me out of myself, I always forget who I am and become a sponge, to absorb and ingest any new information about the subject as soon and as fast as possible. Obsession has no regard for my wellbeing, and everything seems like a risk or absolutely wild, or like some sort of invasion. Like I’m going places I’m not meant to.
4. If you had 6 months left to live, what would you spend those months doing?
Skydiving, bungie jumping, flying all round the world and taking lots of photos, writing. I think I’d write a lot. And I’d pray, and try to be the kindest person to everyone along the way. I’d try inspire as many people as possible, and help people with their problems. 
5. An artwork/an artist that has inspired you a lot with your art/your life?

G   E   R   A   R   D      W   A   Y

6. (If you’re a Placebo fan) What’s your favourite Placebo song, and why? (If you’re not a Placebo fan) What’s your favourite song by your favourite band, and why?
Space Monkey - I love minor keys most and it sounds like trouble and danger and injustice and destruction and ill fate and knowing, but it’s also tragically pleading. I really enjoy the enigmatic lyrics, Brian’s vocals are amazing - I really like how in the verses it’s like he’s telling secrets but in the chorus he’s crying out for something. I love how the bass sounds like it has a grudge, and the slow inevitable walk of the drums, like a machine or like terminator. The alternating minor/diminished chord or apegio on the keys and guitar bring an edge and an air of uncertainty. I also love their tick tock with the kick drum then snare in the outro. It’s like time is limited, and something big, bad and unstoppable is coming. It’s like vengeance, it’s hypnotic and dark and I love it. I could be way off with my interpretation because I don’t know what it’s actually about and I haven’t yet listened to all the Placebo bmolko gave me :o
7. Best show you’ve been to (musical, concert, or otherwise)?
GERARD WAY AT SOUNDWAVE 2015!!!! But I also went to see 42nd Street and I really loved that too :) Another one is when the Royal New Zealand Ballet performed Giselle I almost cried it was so beautiful (I never cry at shows) :)
8. How would you describe what dysphoria feels like? (if you’ve experienced it. If you haven’t, what do you imagine its like?
I experience gender dysphoria on a daily basis. It’s a bit like in primary school when you get put in the lowest math group in class, even if you knew all your basic facts 100% and you know you’re smarter, you know you can do it all fine, you were just slower at processing things and so you scored poorly on timed tests. And you have to sit through class not learning anything new or achieving anything great, sitting next to the simple minded and being talked down to by the teacher. Even worse, the kids in the higher math groups make comments about it and treat you differently and speak to you differently - like they think you aren’t capable of understanding what they mean. And everyone thinks they know how smart you are, they think they know you but they are such a long way off and it stabs you in the ribs when you try to explain it and all you get is shut down. And you start hating yourself, hating the fact that you aren’t fast enough. Every day you grow more and more negative towards learning maths and you stop doing the homework and you stop talking to people and you stop going out of the house and the thought of it makes you want to vomit. And instead of finding relief, the listening ear turns into a mouth that tells you to sit down, get over yourself and try harder. And you think it would be easier if you didn’t exist at all.
9. What sort of impact would you like to have on the world, given the opportunity?
I want to bring positivity back. I want to open up minds, alter people’s thinking and help them find what they’re called do in life. I want to make people question themselves, and to urge everyone to search for more than the simple pleasures of living. To search for more than comfort. Search for more than ease. Search for whatever’s out there that wakes you up from the dreamworld you’re in. Wake up.
10. What’s holding you back?
11. What’s your belief on what happens after someone dies?
The body returns to it’s elements, but the soul and spirit will meet the creator. I believe there is a creator, there is no way this universe could happen by it’s self. Especially when you look at something as complex as an eye, our exact living conditions on earth and placement in the universe, or even a human cell - it has a nucleus which contains DNA, which is basically an instruction manual for the cell. Go and tell me that something that comes with instructions wasn’t carefully designed and thought of.
It’s mathematically impossible for something to happen by it’s self anyway.
0 + 0 = 0
0 x 0 = 0 
If there was a big bang (which scientists have found that the universe is expanding - which would suggest it all came from one central point, and that there was a birthdate for the universe. Scientists have also found that all matter is simply energy - a frequency, a vibration, that everything is actually just sound energy) somebody or something outside of time had to be there to make the first noise.
I find it impossible to believe that everything came from a primordial soup and that when we die we become nothing. I think death is a door, one we pass through from this life into an eternal one. 

dontclimbanymore’s questions:
1. most emotionally touching song to you, and why?
Sleep, by My Chemical Romance. 
2. your favorite smell and why?
The night air. I’d spend so many nights dangling my arms and neck out my window staring at the path far below and waiting till 4am for the moon to pass over our house roof so I could silently share with it my hopes and dreams. I always liked the damp-ish colder smell of plants respiring better than the sticky rubbery smell of day. At night even the plants sleep. Everything’s more private and peaceful at night. 
3. describe your place of comfort?
It’s two faced like a coin. I’m very thankful that I have this place at all, it’s home to me, I can truly rest here, but it feels like a cell a lot of the time and if I let my mind go I’m surrounded by eyes and I wish I had more so I could watch them all back.
4. something you’re looking forward to?
Starting uni next week :)
5. can you recall the best day of your life so far? if so pls describe uwu
Aside from meeting Gerard Way at Soundwave festival last Saturday (CANNOT BELIEVE), it was performing my Black Parade medley at the Lipsync competition at school last year. I was so nervous and worried nobody was going to get it because I met up with a friend on the Monday beforehand and told them about it excitedly, and they told me that no one would get it because no one gives a shit about My Chemical Romance anymore and everyone in the crowd would be silent and I’d embarrass myself - except for maybe one junior up the back that might jump up and down.
I was so discouraged that afternoon, I almost wimped out, but I decided to do it anyway, and I practiced a rough idea of what I’d do to the track I put together in the art room for my whole free period that day. I didn’t sleep well the night before. I was trembling, tired, and I felt sick in my stomach while I waited on the side of the stage watching the other girls parade around with their friends to a bunch of well known, current pop tunes.
The crowd was loud, and there were a lot of people expecting something great from me since all I did the week before was excitedly tell everyone I could about the event and how I was taking part in it. I handed my ipod shuffle to the sound man (worried it wasn’t going to work), set up a chair and an old microphone stand on the stage which I hooked my fake blood IV thing onto. I sat in the chair and waited.
They started the music and it missed the beginning where I’d put in hospital monitor beeps. I carried on anyway. The crowd was fairly quiet, and some were talking like they weren’t interested in what I was doing. I stood up from the chair too early, and gestured too strongly too early, and decided I would give what was to come everything I had. I made some nervous mistakes, but the moment I aggressively pointed at one girl in particular with wild eyes and mouthed what Gerard sang “WILL YOU BE… THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN…” was the moment I started having fun, and the moment I could really believe I was this crazy parade character telling the story of the album (albeit condensed to less than four minutes).
After jumping around and headbanging like a nut, sassing it up to teenagers (and that really badly executed knee-drop that I felt 10 minutes afterwards - had bruises from it for two months), and cuffay dressed as a nurse strapped me into the fake straight jacket I made, I came off stage grinning and shaking again. ( cuffay thank you so much again for being the nurse on practically no rehearsal you did really awesome :’) )
I wasn’t expecting to get a place, but even though one of the judges Mr J said it was one of the creepiest things he’s seen, he announced me as first place and I was the most surprised and happy person on the planet. They gave me some flowers and people cheered for me and it was such a great reprieve from the apathy and depression and frustration I was feeling up until then. It was the only thing that mattered to me, and for once I achieved something I dreamed of achieving.
(Sorry for the rant)
6. talk about your favorite thing to talk about
I think I’ve done enough talking right now……. *nervous laughter*
7. describe your favorite article of clothing/accessory that you’re the most attached to?
I still really love my “Ride it like you stole it” MCR shirt with the hearse on it, but dad bought me some G shirts at Soundwave and I love them a lot. I also love my boots that I got for Christmas very much :)
8. what can you not live without?
9. favorite lyrics from uptown funk? *me uptown scREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND*




Man I always hated Bruno Mars (Muno Bras) and now I hate him even more because that song is so fantastically groovy and it makes me start dancing in random places like the supermarket and crossing the road and in the middle of dinner…
10. favorite band/artist/musician?


11. what will your last words be?
So long and goodniiiiiiiiiiiiiggghhhhthtttttttttttt- *exhales* *eyes turn into Xs* *joins Black Parade*

My questions:
1) What’s the best compliment someone has given you?
2) The perfect pizza is…..?
3) What question do you hate answering?
4) What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
5) What’s one song you wish you had written and why?
6) Would you ever dye your hair a really bright unnatural colour? (eg. neon green)
7) Have you ever donated blood? If not - would you?
8) If you had to be trapped inside a tv show for a month, which would it be?
9) What’s the closest thing to you that’s red in colour?
10) What’s the worst injury you’ve had and how did you get it?
11) What’s your favourite thing to spend money on?

I tag anyone that’s still here reading omfg….

anonymous asked:

I made a mistake looking in the graylu tag here in tumblr, because after seeing the posts and reading chapter 446 I got really worried. I consider graylu as an BrOTP and Gruvia as my OTP but I can't help it but feeling worried. What are your thoughts for this? Please, your posts always make me calm down (: sorry for my bad English

First line of advice: If you don’t ship, don’t look in the tag. That is a sacred space for fans, the same as the Gruvia tag is for us. They are allowed to post their theories, ideas, and get excited over manga developments the same as we are. If it’s not something you want to see or not something you can handle well, then do not look there. There are plenty of other ways to enjoy the Gray/Lucy BROtp :)


As soon as I saw this chapter, I texted Kat, Marie and Maria and told them that I knew these asks were coming, haha :)

And finally, to the reason you sent me the ask:

I think if we jump to conclusions every time Gray fights with another girl besides Juvia, we will always be anxious. We have no reason to worry, and I honestly think it’s a good thing that fans have a reason to be excited. Just because something displays the relationship between Gray and Lucy doesn’t mean it is a bad thing for Gruvia.

Being part of Team Natsu, Gray is going to be involved in other battles with other people. He is quite often without Juvia in the manga, so he is going to have encounters with other characters. He is friends with other characters. The same as we do not worry when Juvia is with other characters, we shouldn’t worry about Gray.

I have not looked in the tag because, as I said, that is their space and I respect their right to have a safe place to discuss their OTP that doesn’t involve me, as a Gruvia shipper, raining on their parade (no pun intended) or dissecting everything they say. I know what I believe to be Mashima’s intentions, and I am secure enough in that.

If we really want to break it down though, Gray and Lucy standing up to Alvarez and displaying their power is nothing compared to Gray leaving Juvia for 6 months to run off on a secret mission with Erza. I am still a bit bitter that we did not get proper resolution to that, quite honestly, but I understand the intention of the arc was to explain that Gray and Juvia lived together, and that Team Natsu is still the strongest. It’s also a reason to build up to Alvarez, because it involves a group of Zeref fanatics. 

It’s important to remember a few things that have happened since 416:

1- Boob hug.

2- Gray and Juvia chose to go together and lived together, no matter what Gray says about her “not leaving”. We saw at the end of 416, they left together. Gray could have left Juvia then and stayed with Lucy or Erza, but he didn’t. Also, he has told us before he would say no to what he didn’t like… and he still lived with Juvia. They chose each other. Which means Gray chose Juvia.

3- To convince Gray not to tell Juvia where he was going, Erza explained that it would put her in danger. 

4- When Mary attacked Lucy and Jerome threatened her, Gray did nothing. No, he obviously didn’t like it, and yes their imprisonment is what caused him to break cover. But if you take into consideration what Gray has done with Juvia when she was threatened by Ultear, when she was threatened by Silver, and when he died for her during the Dragon Festival, I think it’s plain to see if Juvia had been in Lucy’s place, he would not have been able to keep his cool. That’s the whole reason he left her out of it. To keep her safe.

5- Not only that, Gray stated himself after the fact that he thought of Lucy as his friend. Yet when Juvia showed up on the battlefield he reacted like a husband who got caught doing something he’s not supposed to do, let her hug him, and was more worried about apologizing to her and how she managed to find him when he tried so hard to hide (to keep her safe) than the fact she just said she had a love rival.

5- Gray has no qualms with anyone knowing he lived with Juvia. He just doesn’t like the rumors.

6- Everytime we have seen Juvia with Team B, we have received hints/comments about Gray. Much like we saw in Tartaros (which led to 416) and Avatar (which led to the unison stripping). Something big is coming for them in this big arc, we just don’t know what it is yet.

7- Don’t forget that they trained together, and Gray’s goal is to uphold his father’s will and destroy E.N.D. And he entrusted that goal to Juvia, trained with Juvia, lived with Juvia, shared it with Juvia– so she is just as engrained in that as he is. He could have talked to Team Natsu about it. He could have gone to Lyon. Instead, he went to her.

8- Makarov’s comment is about Gray and Lucy’s power– but separate. Gray and Juvia had performed an intentional unison raid. Gray hasn’t done that with anyone else, not even Lyon or Natsu. And when it came to fighting on the Avatar battefield, he fell right into step, back to back, with Juvia. This fight, Lucy and Gray performed separate attacks. They are together, but independent. Gray and Juvia fight as one.

Mashima also gave an image where he drew all of the members of Team Natsu where in the square created by Natsu’s arm, Lucy and Gray are together and separated from the others. I think this is more a foreshadow to when Natsu becomes E.N.D. 

So fear not, fellow Gruvian. fans are happy, but that does not mean that Gruvia is not end game, nor does it mean that Gruvia is not the most built up pairing. Juvia is the only person Gray has explicit romantic development with. Our ship is very strong and nothing has occurred to change that. I expect whenever Gray and Juvia see one another again, we will be bombarded with the feels.