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anonymous asked:

On a scale of 1 to 10 how likely do you think is the possibility of Sheith being canon? - Sincerely, a very distraught Sheith shipper who doesn't know whether she should trust the overwhelming staff support for Sheith as something more or just bait.

oh i think theres a good chance actually! i wouldnt believe that if not for 1 korrasami and 2 the staff already voicing that lgbt representation is something important to them that they’d like to add. sheith has a lot of backing from staff, both the writers and vas. and its nice to see that, even with some fans demanding that staff stop “withholding information” and outright writing callout posts about even the showrunner and episode directors for supporting shieth, that they haven’t stopped. there seems to be this general sentiment that the staff owes those kinds of fans something when?? its the writers’ story not theirs? and im glad they’ve made it clear that they aren’t willing to compromise decisions they’ve already made in the writing to suit what’s popular (see: “space mom” allura). 

so anyway: what’s done is done. and from what we have, i think season 2 basically establishes two potential love interests for keith: Shiro and allura. both are kinda unpopular with a lot of the fandom, but based on character interactions so far theyre the two that make the most sense to me. so anyway, i think that sheith has just as good a shot as kallura, which fans are already recognizing as something possibly romantic. There’s a bunch of parallels in their interactions i really like: 

  • shiro and allura are both represented as opposite sides of the scale in reaction to keith’s galra reveal. or, on a scale of allura to shiro, how well do you handle keith being galra after youve gotten close to him?
  • they both hug keith goodbye in this private moment to see him off before a dangerous mission. these scenes also both relate to keith being galra—shiro showing his support immediately after bom, and allura apologizing for her (quite understandable) reaction
  • both ships have an episode where they’re separated from the team and get a lot of one on one character development—see arc of traujeer  and across the universe/blade of marmora 
  • keith is the one who reassures both shiro and allura that the team needs them–who would open wormholes? and Nothing is gonna happen 

so anyway, in terms of which pairing i think is most likely, its either of those two, and id be happy with either ;;    but some other things shieth has going for it: 

  • its the ship i can most easily see being lgbt representation 
  • they already have an established backstory, one that we havent even explored yet, and we know whatever happened it was monumental enough that keith says shiro literally changed his life 
  • shiro is the person keith most desperately wants to see. out of everyone, lying there dying on the floor, the person he wants is shiro. whether you see it as platonic or romantic, its obvious that 1 keith loves him and 2 shiro is the most important person in his life. he doesnt even stay for his dad, but he does chase after the fake shiro
  • seems like theyre fated to keep getting separated and then reuniting, i dunno that seems pretty fairytale to me 
  • keith’s intro scene being his rescue of shiro. right when we first meet keith, we automatically associate him with shiro 
  • shiro wants keith to pilot black, and they already both share a mental link with her 
  • keith’s first and last lines right now are both “Shiro”
  • shiro seeing keith’s hallucinations in bom is, to me, the most deeply interpersonal, intimate scene in the entire series. its one thing to talk to another character about your feelings, but its another to be right there with them in their head. shiro saw a part of him that i dont think anyone else ever will 
  • i talked about this in my hug post a bit but while keith kinda represents this galra side of shiro (he’s the right arm of voltron and shiro’s right arm is also galra) it seems like shiro represents keith’s humanity. keith is humanized by his compassion and vulnerability with shiro. shiro is basically shown to be the one thing tying keith to earth–his family was gone, and he really had no other friends. he was lost without the garrison. after shiro was taken he had nothing left. he’s one of the only paladins who never expresses being homesick. Whatever good memories he had of earth, im guessing shiro was a big part of them. and shiro is the one there when keith finds out he’s galra, is the first one to reassure him. 
  • they mirror each other in a lot of their scenes 
  • seems to get a lot of staff support 

anyway i think it has a pretty fair shot, but that’s just my take on it. as for queer baiting in general, im already seeing people talk about that, but like…we’re 24 or so episodes into a 78 confirmed episode series. major ships aren’t gonna be cannon for a while now, so i think its best to wait a little and give some more time for relationships to develop. korrasami wasnt even a thing until the very end. and while i dont think that will be the case here, i think we just need to give it a little more time. id like to believe theyre sincere about lgbt representation, and would rather them take their time to develop it properly than get something just thrown together and feel like my identity was just reduced to a stereotype 

captainofthestars  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you a question! Your monsters are all A+ Super Cool, how do you design them? Like, do they start out as rough ideas/sketches you refine, or do they come out entirely as they are? Do you ever design characters by going like "ok I want a dude made of sugar, here's a few different concepts for that" or do you typically know what you want? Sorry if these seem like odd questions, I just really admire you and would like a look into your design process ^u^

Thank you very much, aha dang! Good questions, sure I can go through my thought process, its not super impressive or drawn out at all, but it’s what works for me and others.

  • For any character it all starts with a rough idea/concept. Usually my characters are based off of one or more particular animal/shape/object/theme, etc.

It takes some experimenting to see which things mesh together well, or what can be mixed together to make something different and creative.

  • And then from there I start to gather more resources to draw inspiration from. These resources could be from online, comics, books, TV shows, movies, real life, personal experience, other artists, etc. anywhere. 
  • It’s a good idea to stockpile pictures and links into folders so you can look at them later. Who knows! You might find something you forgot about and then want to use in the future.

Your example: A character made of sugar

  • Simply by googling “Sugar” I’m given an array of good reference pictures, and the ideas already start to pop up. If I were to go with a Sugar approach, I’d probably throw in some sugar cookie and candy heart inspiration~ (because I really love sprinkles and bright colors~)

The whole process for me is: think of a starting theme (ex. sugar), google references and inspiration, look in other media for other traits, use references + inspo to draw a rough-draft, pleased with draft = finalize design.

Once the character is designed they are open to changes and tweaks down the road. Remember! It’s okay to update your character’s design. The first drawing of them doesn’t mean their appearance is set in stone.

Maybe like? 80% of the time I already have an idea of what I want. After I see a couple pictures my imagination kicks in and I start drawing out the rough draft.

And it’s fine to not know exactly what you want at first. Be open to inspiration from surprising places! And as always: Keep practicing, show everyone what you can create~!  👍👍👍

anonymous asked:

But if Cas becomes human now doesnt that mean being human is not his endgame? Cause happens at well the end? And we still have seasons left of the show since they said the show has "many years left" in fact doesnt the fact that we still have lots of years blow a hole in the jack helps tfw on their endgames spec since neither of them are getting their endgame anytime soon

Hello lovely Nonny!

For me, Cas’ endgame is making the final choice to become human: if that is through falling from grace, or through him choosing to stay human when offered the chance to strap on his wings again, doesn’t matter for his endgame. 

The reason I see it would be a beautiful, beautiful thing to have him back as a human early, for him to learn and grow as a human, so that he can make an educated decision when the time comes, based in what he wants for himself, rather than how it would most likely come off if he doesn’t get to find his human feet first - as though he’s doing it out of his love for Dean - is because then the choice is tied to his individual character arc. 

He’s always been on a journey all his own, one that is now closely linked to Dean, but one that Dean isn’t really a part of. Cas was brow-beating Heaven and it’s orders long before he ever met Dean Winchester. But the reason they’re now in a joint love story arc is that Dean came into Cas’ life and was the catalyst for real and permanent change. This is what the lovers do for one another, but enough of that now or I’ll digress completely. ;)

They did say that the show has many years left. And, hell, they might. They could probably spin this final leg they’re setting up and make it run a fucking mile - they’re that good at what they do. I’m going to take their words with a pinch of salt. I’m sure now that S13 won’t be the last season - I WAS WRONG (thank god I didn’t offer to eat my shoe for that one) - but I’ve also always said that I can see them going for episode 300 or possibly even a full S14 so I’m not counting my chickens just yet. 

The character growth that they’ve been moving toward for twelve years PEAKED in year twelve. And, yes, admittedly they could SURELY go for another twelve years with these characters evolved into new dynamics - lapsed brodependency meaning Sam is heading the MoL and Dean is out hunting with Cas, his husband. Calling in with updates, Sam sharing research over the phone. Dean and Cas sleeping in shitty motels, driving, bickering, laughing, kissing, being BAMF oh my God I hope they go on for ten more years at least!!

Ok so I don’t think this will happen. They’re changing the tone of the show for a reason. They’re doing callbacks for a reason. They’re tying the narrative back to the beginning for a reason, reminding us of where it all began for a reason. That’s what I take from the narrative. 

The ending of the brodependency - which has been the fantastic and emotional hinge on which this show has swung open-and-shut for over a decade is beginning to come to a real end. I’m sure the brothers will still be working through it in S13, but Sam is a leader now, and Dean has let him go, so they won’t relapse. There’s no way in hell.


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okay so now that we have more information on corruption, and there have been theories linking corruption to music, i wanted to discuss the link between music and gems; as well as what i believe gems to be. i dont know how long this will end up being, so bear with me - i may ramble (but its been bugging me so i need to write it out).

okay, so first i wanted to start out with the obvious. we know when the war for earth ended thousands of years ago, that there was something called ‘damage from the diamonds’, that was used to corrupt gems. whenever this is mentioned, its shown with a bright light with some sort of eerie musical tone. it’s even refereed to by steven as a ‘song’ in monster reunion.

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A Dying Art

summary; a prompt from phanfic 

phil has been a technician at radio 1 for a few years after graduating uni (he doesnt do yt) and dan is an up and coming vlogger who’s just got his own radio show. They meet at work and sometimes phil has to wander to the desk (in front of cameras) during a show and he and dan always joke around/flirt during songs so people start to ship them and things snowball from there

words: ~3k

warnings: none its all flufffffff (which im not the best at writing so SORRY)


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5sos Imagine - Eating Disorder [Luke] [Part 4] [requested many, many times <3]


this is the last part i swear. or maybe its not. maybe im lying to you.

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shoutout to everyone who requested this, you’re so cute and perfect ok and im sorry it took me so long to write this xx

also sorry one more lil thing - i switch from third person to first person to second person consistently as the point of view’s change and im really sorry about that ok i hope it doesnt bother you too much 


Luke had no choice. He had to leave (Y/N) behind. As much as it killed him, there was no other option. Her mother had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want him around during (Y/N)’s recovery, and he wanted to respect her wishes. She was right, after all. He had no business sticking around when she needed to focus on her health, not her boyfriend. 

The drive back to the house was silent, and Luke’s mum made no move to ask him about what happened while he was in the hospital. 

All Luke could think about was (Y/N). She was constantly on his mind. What he’d done to her, what he’d done to her mother. He was reason she destroyed herself. He was the reason she was in hospital. He was the reason she would now have to go through a recovery just so she could do something as simple as eat again. She had been starving herself, for him. He had completely ruined her, and there was no turning away from it. There was no forgetting, and, it seemed like, there was no forgiveness. 

“I’ve got to go,” His mum said to him, as she parked in the front of her son’s house. She was lying, and Luke knew it as well. She wanted him to mend his mistakes alone, and he wasn’t sure whether to thank her or beg her to stay. 

“Okay.” He replied instead, dreading going into his own home. Luke knew he messed up, with his bandmates. He lied and ignored and pretty much threw dirt in the face of his friends, the people he’d known for years; he considered them brothers, and yet, he treated them like strangers. 

Liz gave him a reassuring smile, that didn’t do any kind of consoling to Luke’s emotions. He stepped out of the car and made small steps to his home, running through different scenarios in his head. How mad would they be? Would they yell? Would they scream? Would they forgive him?

As he stepped through the front door and into his house that had been completely remodeled into a warzone, he swallowed, a lump in his throat. 

Calum came into view, as he’d heard the door open and slam shut, a concerned look on his face as his friend appeared in the doorway. Calum was wearing rubber gloves and held a piece of a broken picture frame in his hand. In that moment, Luke felt like that broken frame. Once sturdy, once all together in one piece, until a force came thrashing down, ruining everything, destroying everything with a single touch. It was him. It was all him. He destroyed everything that he had with these boys. He threw it away like it meant nothing to him. These boys were his life, all he had to show for, they were his entire legacy. His band. His brothers. 

“Luke,” Calum whispered. It was a statement, just a single word, but it spoke sentences. 

“I’m sorry.” Luke muttered. 

And for the first time in a long time, Luke was honest with them.


“(Y/N),” A voice broke you from your daydreaming, as you stared at the ceiling. “You’ve got a visitor.”

You turned your head to see one of the hospital workers smiling gently at you as she opened the door to reveal who’d come to see you in your rehab facility.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Hi, mum.” You smiled, sitting up in bed and watching as she took her usual seat over in the corner by the TV.

“How are you?” Your mum asked. They were just three words, but they meant so much more to that than what they lead on. Three words that usually strangers treated as empty air, a formal greeting, being polite. Your mum meant a whole lot more than those three words when she said them. She was talking about your eating disorder, your heartbreak, your obsession with being perfect. She liked to blame Luke, but it wasn’t true. He had nothing to do with it.

“I’m alright.” You smiled. “Although I’m very confined.” You frowned. The hospital set strict rules - no jewelry, no sharp blades of any kind, no leaving the premises without permission and/or supervision, you have to meet with a counsellor at least once every other day, and once you were given a meal, you were to finish it completely before you were allowed to go anywhere.

"You’re in a mental hospital,” Your mum pointed out. “Confined is what they specialise in.”

“Have you heard from Luke?” You asked, biting your lip. She always frowned when you asked this; she didn’t approve. She thought the entire reason you were here was his fault, and she’d voiced to you many times that he was no good. You refused to believe her, that he hadn’t called or said anything, you refused to think he’d give up like that.

“No.” She shook her head. “You need to stop thinking about him, it’s not good for your recovery.” She scolded you, and your gaze went to the windows.

Your mum was smart about the hospital she’d put you in; one far, far, away from Sydney, meaning far, far, away from Luke. On the complete other side of the continent. The beaches of Perth were about fifteen minutes from your hospital, not that you’d ever be allowed to go there without someone watching you like a hawk.

You desperately wanted to, just to feel the fresh air and smell sea salt and watch little kids play in the sand, building sandcastles and screaming as the waves treaded on the sand and retreated back. There was nothing more innocent than a happy kid, and it brought light to the world that had been darkened by your thoughts. Your previous lifestyle.

Needless to say, since your mum relocated you, you saw less and less of her and less and less of everyone you loved. You treasured every moment you had with her, but her need to keep everything in order and make sure it stayed that way was irksome. Like she was a director, running the entire show behind the scenes and making sure you and Luke stayed apart. It was killing you, honestly.

“Mum, can you take me to the beach?” You asked.

“The beach? Why on earth would you go there?” She scoffed.

“Because it makes me calm.” You responded.

She shook her head, “(Y/N) your doctor said that here is the best place for you right now. We need to make sure you’re okay first before we can let you go anywhere.” Her response made your blood boil. You weren’t a child anymore; you were perfectly okay taking care of yourself. You struggled with your thoughts, and your emotions, but so does everyone else. You huffed and rolled over in your bed, facing the outside window.

“I’m going to sleep.” You muttered. Your mum only nodded, and you tried not to let angry tears fall on the pillowcase.


Two Years Later

You were not the same person you were two years ago. You were not depressed, or struggling for every last breath, or worrying about the number that showed up on the scale.

You were okay now. 

Everything was okay.

You hadn’t seen your ex-boyfriend Luke since your argument in the hospital when you were first diagnosed, but your mother had convinced you over your time in hospital that that was a good thing. That you were better off without someone who made you feel like you had to stop eating to be with him. And over the days, weeks, and months, that you didn’t hear a word from him, you lost hope you’d ever see him again. You lost hope that you two were fated to be together. You accepted that it was over. You accepted he didn’t care enough about you to fight for you.

You were enrolled back in uni, you had a stable job, you had friends you adored, you had everything. Your life was back in its place. You didn’t give much thought to Luke anymore. He was gone, and that was fine.


The thought of you still consumed Luke, to this day. He wondered where you were, if you were okay now. He had done what your mother asked and left you alone, although looking back now he wished he hadn’t. He should’ve fought for you. He should’ve stayed. He should’ve tried harder.

“Don’t you think it’s time to move on?” Calum asked him, wrapping a supportive hand around his shoulder. His bandmates worried about him consistently, always trying to set up with girls they knew and always trying to get his mind off of her. 

But none of it would work, because his mind never drifted from her, not even for a second. She was always on his mind, like he just couldn’t fathom being without the one person who made him complete. 

“No,” Luke responded harshly, shrugging Calum’s arm off him. He didn’t really mean to be so rude, it was just a side effect. A side effect of being heartbroken, and so hopelessly lost. 

“Come on, man, you can’t be this angry forever.” Calum pleaded. “You’re not who you used to be." 

"Times changed.” He muttered, picking up his guitar and starting to tune it. 

“Mate,” Calum sounded like a kicked puppy behind him, and his subconscious told him to turn around and apologise, but Luke couldn’t do that. He couldn’t function without her. He needed her. He needed her so much it was pathetic, and made him sick to his stomach. He had barely scraped past these two years with worry and concern for her, always wondering if she thought of him like he thought of her.

“Let’s get this over with.” Luke whispered.


“Let’s go out.” Your friend chirped, “We can go shopping.” The two of you had crammed all night for the exams you’d had that morning, and you needed a break from all the stress. 

Uni had proven to be more of a struggle to you than you’d originally thought, since dropping out the previous year for your recovery. It had been a hard transition back into real life. But your friends and family were with you every step of the way. Even your mum supported you going back into reality, although you pretended not to listen when she told your family all about Luke and how it was all his fault. How he was always away and never there for you and how he didn’t care, and therefore, you suffered. Luke had nothing to do with your eating disorder, or your recovery. 

You agreed with your friend, deciding that you two deserved some much-needed time to not worry about your classes, and instead just look at clothes you could never afford and go buy ice cream instead out of spite for commercialism and the unappreciation of poor uni students.

You and your friend talked about nothing, about boys you’d been casually seeing and girls you didn’t like and professors who were so unfair. It made you feel normal, to talk about normal things with your friend. You hadn’t considered yourself normal since being diagnosed with an eating disorder. You always thought that you’d be labeled for the rest of your life. Labeled as spending time in rehab, labeled as having a mental illness, labeled as being fragile. Things would never how they were, but maybe that was a good thing.

You were walking down the strip, your friend at your side, and a familiar song played in the distance. 

I drove by all the places you used to hang out getting wasted,” Just the first few lyrics made your feet physically stop, gluing you to the cobblestone underneath your feet.

“What? What is it?” Your friend asked. You shook your head, trying your hardest for tears not to fall down.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.” 

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong?" 

You shook your head, trying your best not to listen to the song playing in the background, but it was impossible. You couldn’t help your memory floating back to Luke. You and Luke had something so real, so beautiful, it was tangible. You could almost taste it when you thought of his kiss and you could almost feel the sensation of his hand on your own. 

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape” 

You found your feet carrying yourself towards the sound of his voice, as he sang. His voice hadn’t changed. You stood far away from the crowd, still remaining on your side of the street as you watched him with his three best friends, performing on the strip for an acoustic show. 

Luke’s eyes were cast down; you couldn’t see his face. 

Michael had dyed his hair again.

Ashton’s hair was longer.

Calum got a new tattoo.

You wiped away the single, straying tear as it ran down your face, your friend still hopelessly confused next to you. 

"What’s wrong? (Y/N)?” She asked you. “What’s going on?" 

"That’s Luke,” You whispered. 

“Yes? And?” It appeared that your statement meant nothing to her, probably because you’d never told her about your ex-boyfriend, probably because you still weren’t able to accept the fact that there was a prefix in front of it now.

“We, er, we have a history.” You quietly explained, shaking your head, laughing at how pathetic you were acting. It’d been two years. You’d think your feelings for him would change by now.

Your friend had run off, whispering something about tissues, and you had your eyes cast downward enjoying the sound of his voice again until you felt someone’s gaze on you. 


He was looking straight at you as he sang the bridge of his song, “If today I woke up with you right beside me, Like all of this was just some twisted dream.” His eyes were wide in surprise. You waved at him, smiling lightly as you watched his eyes start to glaze over. Although they threatened to, a tear never slipped past his eyes through the song, or the next. Or the next. His eyes stayed glued to you, like if he looked away for a second, you’d disappear again. 

Your friend returned, with comforting words and a sympathetic hug. She urged you to leave, to go and find another shop down the strip. You did want to, really. The past was in the past for a reason, and you weren’t sure if Luke was really the best choice for you to make at the moment. Your entire relationship was almost purely on Skype, because of his tour with One Direction. You accepted it when the two of you were together, because you were willing to make the sacrifice if it was for Luke. But now, you weren’t so sure. You had to worry about other things now. Like relapsing.

“Let’s go,” She said.


I watched her through almost the entire set. I turned my head to Calum, when he bumped me with his arm, and I turned around again and she was gone.

Just like that, gone again.

I wondered in my mind if I had just been hallucinating, if she was even there at all, or if I was making up a vision of her being there.

“Luke,” Calum whispered. “Why’d you stop singing?” It wasn’t until he said it that I realised I hadn’t been singing the song, and now all eyes were on me. I had two choices. I could get up and run off and try to find her, or I could start singing again.

“I have to find her.” I whispered to myself, and to Calum as he sat beside me, and I ran up from the circle, pushing through the crowd with various ‘Excuse Me’s’ and ‘Sorry’s, until I was on the side of the street she’d been standing on. 

I bolted past shops, only stopping for a few seconds to see if she was inside them. This plan was ridiculous; I’d never be able to find her. Even if I did, nothing would ever be the same as it once was.

In a daze, I swear I could see her, walking with her friend as she tugged her along into a boutique.

I ran towards her; I didn’t care if she as a mirage, I just wanted to see her. To know she was okay now. I stepped through the wooden doors and onto the tile, the shop was very empty, suggesting that the items they had on display were expensive, but high quality. I scanned the shop, my eyes stop on her. There she was. In the middle of the boutique, admiring the white dress donned on the mannequin. She was beautiful; then again, there was a never second where she wasn’t.

I tapped on her shoulder. She turned around, and upon seeing me, crashed into me into a long-lost, long forbidden embrace. “Luke,” She exhaled, letting herself fall into my arms, but she stiffened for a moment. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Don’t you have a set?”

“I don’t care.” I muttered, feeling extreme remorse for not caring about my band’s acoustic show. I’d probably be scolded profusely later. “It’s really you.”

“Two years…” She  whispered into my shoulder. I held her tighter to me, ravishing in the feel of her. Her head fell onto my shoulder, and we swayed back and forth in the middle of the boutique, probably disturbing the other patrons but I couldn’t seem to care. It was really her. (Y/N). The girl I completely destroyed, the girl I completely lost, the girl I completely gave up on her, when i loved her the entire time. 

She smelled like she’d been baking - vanilla essence and cocoa. Her hair was curled; I’d always told her I thought it was pretty that way, although her hair was pretty any way she did it.

“I love you.” I told her.

“Luke,” She shook her head at my words, stepping away from our hug. It was the look on her face that told me she didn’t appreciate my faux pas.

“I do,” I admitted. “I love you. I don’t know how I loved you all this time, but I did. I’m so sorry I yelled at you, two years ago. I’m so sorry I listened to your mother, I should never have left that hospital.”

“Listened to my mother?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

Considering her mum’s anger with me, it was no surprise really that she hadn’t told (Y/N) I’d visited, only once. And it was no surprise her mum didn’t tell her that I was told to keep my distance from her.

“Your mum asked me to leave you alone, while you were in recovery.” I shrugged. “I understood. She was right, I mean, you needed space.” My arm rose to my neck, scratching an itch that wasn’t there. 

“My mum was the reason you never saw me?” She asked. “I thought…I thought you’d just abandoned me…” Her face fell into a pout, a miserable, sad, expression I never wanted to see her wear ever again. 

“Never.” I shook my head. “Never…” She looked up at me and I swore I could see her eyes lighten up a bit. I’d never felt so helpless around another girl before; I never felt like there was no much I needed to make up to her. Leaving her. Giving up on her. “I’m so sorry…" 

"Luke,” She took a step closer to me, “We’re still in public.” I blushed as I recalled that, looking around as almost everyone in the store had their eyes on us. 

She took my hand and lead me out the boutique door, leading us to a park bench outside the store. 

“What have you been up to?” I asked her. “It’s been two years, after all. How was hospital?" 

"Hospital was fine,” She shrugged. “I was there for six months. They considered me recovered and I got to live a normal life again. I came back to Sydney, enrolled in uni, and now…now everything’s as it should be. Normal,” She exhaled after the last word, letting it drift off for a second into the air.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” I told her. “I only wanted the best for you; your mum convinced me it was better for you if I wasn’t around." 

"My mum told me the same thing.” She laughed. “You know, I asked about you all the time, if you had called or anything. She always frowned at me and told me to forget about you." 

"I would have called. I would have called a thousand times if I had known where you were.” I sheepishly responded. “I looked into it, really, I tried. But, apparently, they’re very serious about confidentiality here." 

"I’m sure my mum made sure of that.” She shook her head. “You’re really here…" 

"Yeah,” I grasped her hand in mine, loving the feel of her fingers intertwined in my own again. “You’re really here, too. You’re really, okay." 

"You need to go back to your set, Luke.” She suddenly dropped my hand and stood up. “You need to go, you’re, you’re important to them." 


“I’m serious, Luke. You can’t do this. You can’t abandon your band. Go back, just say you had to go have a wee or something.” Her face was hard for me to read, like she was purposely trying to hide her emotions. She pulled me to my feet and pointed in the direction I’d ran from to find her. 

“I just got you back,” I whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again." 

"You won’t.” She shook her head. “Just, go back to your set, okay? It’s okay. They need you.” She smiled. “Go sing.”

“I’ll go,” I exhaled, the corner of my mouth rising as I extended my hand to her. “Only if you’ll come with." 

She smiled coyly, biting her lip for a second before nodding and taking my head, laughing with me as we ran back up the street, towards the crowd of people waiting. I held up my entwined hands with (Y/N)’s like a boxer winning a championship and my band cheered for me, and in that moment, I was on top of the world.

I’d gotten her back. 


That was ridiculously cliche not gonna lie

But I hoped you liked it anyway!! 

i mean it took me long enough

but that’s it! lovely little series :’) 

honestly if it got any longer i’d have to make a fanfic out of it and that would be disastrous so

i’ll see you little peaches later xx 

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Dear Guest Reviewer on "Approximately 525 600 Minutes" and SQers, OQers and CSers

I know this is a long rant post, but if you have time, it would be awesome if you could read it. 

“Guest chapter 9 . 23m ago

I love this story so much. I keep checking it daily for updates. Loved it. This is such a complicated plot. Wish ouat had half the intrigue your story has” I really wish you signed in so I could reply to you directly! Thank you so much for this review, it really validated everything I’ve been trying to do with my story. This is a little off topic but i would like to discuss the pairings and relationships on the show particularly SwanQueen, OutlawQueen and CaptainSwan. To address the OUAT mention. Yes, I completely agree! When I first started binge watching the show, I loved season one and the complexity (or what I thought was complexity) in the writing. Everyone had a story, everyone had a motive, and everyone had a life outside of what we saw on screen.  I found myself trying to decipher what Adam and Eddie were up to, thinking that SwanQueen was end game with all the subtle (and not so subtle) actions and reactions between Emma, Regina and Henry. This became stronger during season two in my mind.

Then I started watching Season 3; mind you I did enjoy the Neverland Arc up until the stupid Pixie Dust. I know it was a great opportunity to introduce Tinkerbell in Neverland (because dur) but I shook my head at the intention of the Dust. I was appalled, not because I’m a super pro SwanQueen, because as much as I love them, If they ended up paired with other people it wouldn’t really bother me as long as it was well developed and made senseHowever, throwing some predispositioned dust to take away Regina’s choice again truly upset me. She literally RAN AWAY from it trying to create her own destiny then was thrown back to it in the most awkward 7 day romance we have EVER SEEN.

Like seriously Regina, didn’t you just Zelena proof the Loft? You know…the loft with the one person who could supposedly defeat the Wicked Witch? The same person that has saved your life a bunch of times? No. Give your freakin heart to the guy who couldn’t even hit you with an arrow (which by the way he did without looking, god forbid it was Emma who went to look at the farm cause she would’ve ended up skewered via crossbow) on his best shot. No, knowingly give him one of the main ‘ingredients’ for Zelena’s curse just to force the audience reaction of 'Awww she literally gave him her heart!’ . Did we forget that Regina is an extremely calculated woman who spent years planning a curse into a economically functional town?

I was hoping, sincerely hoping, that Regina and Robin created a whirlwind romance during their time in the Enchanted Forest and their subconscious was seeping through– hence the intense attraction, misplaced trust, and OOC behaviour. NOPE They apparently are 16 year olds discovering their sexuality. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE RAPEY CS ARC. Because dammit, there could have been a great romance there too! I found there was more chemistry between Hook and Tinkerbell (which I secretly hoped that they were going to get together) than this dumbed down version of Emma and this seriously stalker/rapey/emo version of Hook. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOOK WHO CAME BACK FOR THEM TO SAVE HENRY? Wait, let’s turn this 200+ year old pirate into an overly emotional teen.

Adam and Eddie were probably like, 'Hmm instead of developing his character, lets just make him super selfish and do everything to win Emma’s heart. Which he eventually does cause he sold his boat for a bean. A bean in which he already fucked up with. Oh let’s also not address the amount of shit he put Emma and Regina through in season 2. Nope. He doesn’t give a fuck.’ And i’m here thinking 'um okay? I thought Hook would at least change and do things because he was invested in the well being of others.’ Nope. They fucked that up with the Ariel/Blackbeard arc. Oh and there was another opportunity for Hook to be like  ’ Swan, I need to be honest, I didn’t help Ariel, and my lips are cursed because I was thinking about myself and not the well being of you and your boy.’ and I would’ve been like “YAY GO HOOK!”.

Instead, he eventually 'gets the girl’ by lying, stalking, and forcibly inserting himself into her life. Also, why doesnt he have a different set of clothes?! IS IT SO HARD TO ASK TO BORROW A SET OF CLOTHES FROM DAVID/CHARMING? Ugh, It makes me think about how he must smell. I cant even. Ugh.  Lets make it clear I am not hating on the other ships of OUAT, especially OQ and CS. What i I truly believe is that you deserve a much better story and character/relationship development than what OUAT has given you.I am hating on what the opportunities the writing has taken away from you. In the end, I feel that we Swen actually dodged a bullet in not becoming cannon, because I feel that the opportunity would be wasted and become superficial and awkward. (Like they might use Grandmother Willow with a cheese line like “Listen to your heart and you will understand” while creating a montage of Emma and Regina being sexy") If that ever happened, This would be my reaction to OUAT

All that to say, I wanted to write out a detailed story using what we already know in the show (with minimal plotholes) and develop a complicated arc which evolves as our characters understand it. Blame the fact that I’ve played Story Driven RPGs since I was like 5, but I try to have as much character development as I do plot twists and turns. Everyone’s support on my Fic has turned my little One-Shot for SwanQueen week into a very satisfying writing adventure~! Thank you to everyone who has read this entire rant! Cheers, Reighne  PS. Here is the link to my SQ fic if you were interested. AO3 | FFN EDIT: I’ve been asked to remove the OQ and CS tags because it offended some people and they felt it was mistagged and I was actually hating on the ships…which i guess i am hating on the canon version of the ships… but its about the writing and not about the people who ship them. I apologize for the misunderstanding and have removed the tags, although i strongly believe it was not mistagged.