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LEGENDS || The Sword of Damocles

According to the story, pandering to his King, Damocles –an obsequious courtier in the court– exclaimed that, as a great man of power and authority surrounded by magnificence, Dionysius was truly extremely fortunate. The King turned to Damocles and said, “If you think I’m so lucky, how would you like to try out my life?” Damocles readily agreed, and so Dionysius ordered everything to be prepared for Damocles to experience what life as Dionysius was like. Damocles was enjoying himself immensely… until he noticed a sharp sword hovering over his head, that was suspended from the ceiling by a horse hair. This, the King explained to Damocles, was what life as ruler was really like.  Damocles, alarmed, quickly revised his idea of what made up a good life, and asked to be excused, realizing that with great fortune and power come also great peril and anxiety. He then eagerly returned to his poorer, but safer life. Dionysius had successfully conveyed a sense of the constant fear in which the great man lives. 
The great, late-Republican Roman orator and statesman Cicero describes the Sword of Damocles in his Tusculan Disputations 5.61.
The sword of Damocles is frequently used in allusion to this tale, epitomizing the imminent and ever-present peril faced by those in positions of power. More generally, it is used to denote the sense of foreboding engendered by a precarious situation, especially one in which the onset of tragedy is restrained only by a delicate trigger or chance.

Because you all seemed to enjoy those Temeraire doodles a lot here’s another drawing I’ve had squirreled away, my head-canon for a Celestial face design.

I’ve had a lot of fun taking this world and pretending that it’s a real concept art job and approaching all my little ideas that way (thank you Naomi for creating such brilliant dragon species). It’s been a great exercise in creatively thinking just for myself. I had fun just thinking “if I had to design a dragon main character that has been described in this certain way, while keeping it realistic but also giving it a unique and signature design, how would I do that?” and this is the direction that my ideas went.

The rendering isn’t quite what I want yet, I was getting close though. I referenced mexican black kingsnakes because they have beautiful glossy scales and I felt like that would be perfect considering how Temeraire has always been described as sleek and smooth. I also spent a lot of time just sketching head structure because this would have to also work without the frill and tendrils for the Imperials and still look regal and defined and unique (I have those sketches somewhere I think). Forward facing eyes especially were very important to me. Most reptiles have eyes on the side of their head and look absolutely derp from front on, and I just didn’t think that would work for creatures that are described as very intelligent. So I did a mash-up of mammalian and reptilian features to sort of combine the best elements from both.

So yes, this is what I do for fun. Maybe someday I’ll finish it!


Object head meme no.3- something in your bedroom

I’ve had this mask on my bookshelf for an age and a day and I’ve never had the excuse to use it for anything, so why not this!

I actually quite like the idea of fitting this character in the SKIP AU as a ghost- he (was) the manager of a new theatre but was murdered at the opening gala and our detective-vampire combo have to solve the mystery, but he can’t tell them who did it because the assailant was also wearing a mask! Obviously.

Mind you, even when they solve it he’s not going to leave the theatre until it becomes a great success; and what better publicity than its very own ghost?! Also it would be handy having an informant on cases who is a member of the deceased themselves :|b


DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY GOFUNDME. This is my friend’s kenny’s gofundme we were close friends in high school and like many others who were friends with him, I had no idea of his situation. He recently reached out to our old high school’s senior class twitter page (since he doesn’t have one) for the support of the spartan community. Kenny is a really smart and sweet guy and hearing about his situation is heartbreaking and shocking. He always had a smile on his face and a head in a book so to know he and his mother went through this in silence brings tears to my eyes. Please pray for him and his family and if you would like to DONATE or reblog this he would really appreciate it. Thank you.

I hope you will take the time to read his story:

Please help my mother (Elizebeth). My name is Kenny Yisrael. I am 18 years old and just graduated from White Station High School. I was enrolled in the Honors program and was able to take only a few AP classes because we couldn’t afford it. What I mean by this is that contrary to everyone’s knowledge my mother and I were homeless. 

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Title: Expectations

Pairings: N/A; hinted NaruHina

Summary: Boruto and Himawari were expected to be great. What wasn’t expected was how they went about doing it.

Disclaimer: Still don’t own anything

Note: My headcanons got away from me again. Thought I was done, but nope. Himawari’s part is now out here. It got too long so I had to separate it. Enjoy.

Part 1: Boruto

When it came to chakra, most people agreed that Uzumaki Boruto and Uzumaki Himawari were two of the luckiest people in the world. Born with the ridiculously large capacity of their father and the chakra control ofthe Hyuuga, both children were considered potential powerhouses even before they entered the Academy. It was expected that the siblings would aim for the Hokage title and become frontline fighters like their parents – taking dangerous missions and saving the world in fiery explosions and awe inspiring battles. This wasn’t entirely wrong, but then it wasn’t entirely right.

Boruto was the first to challenge this idea. Even at the young age of seven, he held some resentment towards the Hokage title. Oh sure, he loved his dad to pieces and was proud to be his son, but the position of Hokage was not one he thought very highly of if only because it limited the amount of time his father spent with him. So Boruto never even entertained the idea of taking up the mantle. It just was not a job he wanted. But still, he looked up to his parents and wanted to become a shinobi.

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**not smut**
Requested: yes

Michael had called me before he left the studio to let me know he had a tough day. He was basically giving me a heads up of how I would be welcoming home a grumpy husband. Currently I was in the game room with our son painting at his desk, when I had an idea.
“Hey little man,” I grabbed his tiny hand and looked at him “do you want to make a painting for daddy to have when he gets home?”
I got a quick nodding response from our son. “Great! What should we paint then?” I asked him.
“Can we do that Pokemon daddy likes playing a guitar!?” My boy said excitedly, causing me to laugh. “How about we do a cat playing guitar, instead?” I suggested, knowing we had a time limit before Michael was due to arrive home.
Our son grabbed his water colors and went straight to work. He was only 5 and could barely color in the lines, but I just enjoyed watching him try. I sat next to him while he attempted his guitar playing cat, and as he finished I heard the front door open.
“Michael!” I called for my husband, “we’re in the game room! Your mini me has something for you”
Michael and I made eye contact when he walked into the room, and set his guitar down.
“Oh he does now?” Michael managed a tired smile and crawled over to me on the floor and to peek over our sons shoulder. “No daddy! Close your eyes!” Our son squealed.
“Fine, fine” Michael said and we both laughed. “Ready daddy?”
“As I’ll ever be little man.”
“Okay! OPEN!”
Michael was practically laying in my lap facing up and when he opened his eyes to see his son holding up what seemed to be some sort of creature playing a guitar, my heart melted. Michael sat up quickly to get a closer look “wow buddy, this is so cool! It’s still wet though, let’s set it on the table and we can check it out”
“Do you like it daddy?” Our son stood on his chair with his hands secure on Michael’s shoulders. “Like it!? I love it! I can’t wait for it to dry so mommy can frame it for me” Michael beamed and stood up, taking our son into his arms. “You and mommy sure know how to make my days better huh” Michael was now looking down at me with a huge grin.
“We do what we can, my love”

If Bleach characters took over Bleach Lists: The Sequel

As requested by anon. :)

Previously, I imagined what sorts of lists Bleach characters would write if they were in charge of my blog. Now it is time for a sequel! Once again, it is time to imagine some of the lists Bleach characters would choose to write.

1. Sentoki: “Bleach Butts as Types of Fruit”

It’s pretty much all he thinks about.


Rukia says: what the actual fuck

Renji says: what the actual fuck

Byakuya says: we won’t be coming back

2. Giselle: “Top 10 Bleach characters who would make great zombies”

Number 1 is Bambietta because Giselle cares about her friends.


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Hitsugaya says: Good list. Being a zombie is fun. I am not saying this because Giselle is making me 

3. Yachiru: “15 Things that Ikkaku’s head resembles”

She intended to do 10, but she just had too many ideas.


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Mizuho says: His head is so versatile!! <3

Ikkaku says:  LIEUTENANT WHY

4. Bazz-B: “50 cool things I can do with ONLY ONE FINGER!!!”

Originally he planned to make 100, but it turns out that there aren’t as many things as he thought. 


Cang Du says: You forgot “losing”

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Rukia says: Renji are you two bros now or something?

5. The Soul King: “The Soul King to Ichigo: Why You Should Date Me”

It aims to be funny yet sincere. It only manages to be painful yet sincere.


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Ichigo says: but this is a joke right

6. Rose: “Theme Songs For Each Gotei-13 Squad”

Unlike BLG, Rose does know music. 


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Byakuya says: What is this “Poker Face” you mention?

7. Nanao: “Bleach characters as classic books…”

It’s a really well-thought list…which is unfortunately a little esoteric for most people to find funny.


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Hinamori says: omg so funny!!!!

8. Tosen: “My Time Watching The Steves: Some Observations”

It’s one of those lists that’s so long it really should have a readmore. But it doesn’t.


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Gin says: Glad you like the binoculars!

Aizen says: WATCHING the Steves?

9. Mashiro: 10 reasons Kensei is a pervert

Lisa offered to help, but Mashiro really didn’t need any help.


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Kensei says: DELETE THIS NOW!!!!!

10. Hisagi: Why sea urchins are terrible

He could no longer keep the feelings inside.


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Zommari says: this is hurtful

As Nodt says: I love that you think of me!!

Operation: Stress Relief (SMUT)

Just a short Akiyoshi x MC blowjob smut. The idea seemed better in my head. Please leave feedback, I like writing this stuff but I also need a lot of work so comments would be great. Hope someone enjoys! 

I walk into Akiyoshi’s office to talk to him about my current assignment. What I see before me stops me in my tracks completely. His blazer is wrapped round the back of his office chair & he’s sat in his white shirt, with the top button & the next two undone. His shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair slightly dishevelled.His eyes focused on the pile of work in front of him. He looks so insanely sexy my whole body gets hot. We’ve not had much chance to be intimate recently & I think I’m frustrated. I try to keep my feelings under wraps at work, since no one knows about our relationship yet but something about
the way he looked today made my knees weak but at the same time, I notice how tired & stressed he looks. My heart tightens at the sight of it. These past few weeks he's been even more swamped than usual. He’s been working non-stop at the office & at home. Looking at him still staring at his work, an idea wanders into my thoughts. He needs some stress relief. I bet he hasn’t taken a break yet. I shut his office door & quietly lock it from the inside.
“Chief” I address him with my usual innocent smile.
“____, what can I do for you?” He takes a quick glance at me & returns to his work.
“Can you check this for me?” I stand next to him at his desk. He heaves a sigh.
“Of course” He takes the paper out of my hand. Even when he’s snowed under he still helps the rest of the team, he really is a great boss! While he’s busy reading it, I take the opportunity to put operation: “Stress Relief” into action.
“Oops” I ‘accidentally’ drop my pen under his desk.
“Hang on, I’ll get it”
“No, No, you carry on reading, I’ll get it” I smile at him & he smiles back before returning his gaze to the paper in his hands.
I get on my knees & crawl under his desk. Completely ignoring the pen, I place myself between his slightly parted legs & press a hand onto his thigh. He doesn’t flinch. Probably thinking I was using his leg for balance. I start to stroke lightly, he shifts slightly but still continuing to focus on work. I wouldn’t let that be happening for much longer. I run my hands over his crotch & his gaze snaps down to me.
“What are you doing, _____” His eyes widen but he tries to fix it into his growler glare. I smirked & continued to run my hands up & down his slowly growing length.
He makes a sharp intake of breath.
“Seriously, _____. I’ve got work to do & so do you” He tried push himself back in his chair but I pinned his leg down so he couldn’t move.
“You’re always working. You always tell us to take plenty of breaks but you, yourself never do!” I retort to him while picking up my ministrations on his crotch. His breath hitches & he looks unsure of how to react.
“We’re at the office, what if Minato or one of the other guys walks in?” He turns his eyes towards the door.
“It’s fine, I locked it. Plus everyone is out doing interviews right now. Except Kaoru who is currently taking a nap on his desk.” I smiled reassuringly at him.
He opens his mouth to protest again but I speak first.
“Akiyoshi, you’re always taking care of me & everyone else & working so hard on top of that. So let me take care of you.” I lace my fingers into his & he looks down at me with that affectionate smile that makes me melt.
“What am I going to do with you?” He smirks at me & leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead. Taking that as a sign to continue I reach for his belt & undo it along with his trouser button & zip. He lifts his hips for me & I pull down until his hard cock is released from its clothed prison. He runs a hand through my hair letting my assignment drop out of his other hand to then grip lightly onto the desk.
I lick the droplets of pre-cum glistening from the tip of his cock. He tightens the grip on my hair & lets out a deep sigh letting the stress out with it. I sink down
further so I can lick the underside of his cock, not taking my eyes from his. They turn misty as he lets go of the uncertainty of the situation & gives way to his desires. I take him into my mouth swirling my tongue all around his head.
“____”  I love giving him head, his expression, his moans, it turns me on so much. Trying not to think about the excitement growing between my legs
I pick up the pace, bobbing my head up & down over his length in a steady rhythm. As his breathing starts to get heavier. I slid his cock further into my mouth, the tip grazing the back of my throat. Suppressing a gag, so I wouldn’t make too much noise I force out a small moan, as tears started to sting the corners of my eyes. 

His hips bucked as he lulled his head back & tightened his grip on my hair as his growl echoed around the room. I continued taking him deep into my mouth as he thrust his hips up forcefully hitting the back of my throat, unable to cover my gag this time. I let my saliva drip down to the base of his cock as I started to pump what wouldn’t fit into my mouth with my hands.
“Goddamnit, ______” His cock throbbed in my mouth as soon as we made eye contact. Telling me how close he was. Sucking harshly, I hollow out my cheeks & take one of my hands away from the base of his cock & cup his balls lightly while I continue the ministrations with my mouth.
“Mmm…ahhh….I’m so c-close” I squeeze lightly on his balls as he sets a faster pace grabbing tufts of my hair either side of my head guiding me over him as he tries to catch his orgasm.
“Shit, _____” He pants out in a deep growl that sends a shiver through me as his cock hits the back of my throat & he holds my head there as he lets his seed empty down my throat. I swallow gladly as he slowly removes himself from my mouth. The grip on my hair loosens as he reaches down & pulls me up so his forehead is resting against mine. A thumb swiped across my chin, collecting the dribble of cum that managed to escape. He presses it to my lips & I happily lick it clean off. He lets out another sigh & then kisses me passionately. My mind goes hazy from his intoxicating kiss.
“When you make that face it makes it really hard for me to think about anything other than you” I giggled as he pulls us both to our feet.
“We’ll have to save the rest for when we get home but if you need a another break, just let me know.” I give him a little wink & do up his trousers. He lets out a sound which was somewhere between a growl & a chuckle as he presses himself up against me & squeezes my ass.
“You really are too good to me” He whispers before his lips meet mine.
“Chief…I need to talk to you about the interview I just had” Minato has the worst timing…well at least he didn’t come five minutes earlier.
“Okay, Hang on” Akiyoshi reluctantly lets go of me & goes to unlock the door quietly & returns to his seat but not before giving my ass a light smack.
I let out a little moan & clasp my hands over my mouth making him chuckle.
“Come in, Minato”
“So you just need to re-write the last paragraph but you need to give me happy ending” Akiyoshi’s smile turns into a sly grin & I blush at his obvious innuendo as Minato comes to stand next to me.
“O-Okay, I see.”
“Why are you red, Pommy?” Minato scans my face intently as I look away flustered.
“I’m not! T-thank you, Chief” I scuttle away before Minato starts to suspect anything. As I reach the door I look over my shoulder & meet Akiyoshi’s gaze he smiles tenderly at me before returning his eyes back to Minato. He looks so much more relaxed. Mission complete!


Hitched K.M Part two 

Warning contains mature content

(And here is Hitched K.M Part one if you haven’t read it)

(Kol and reader’s wedding and honeymoon)

To the person who requested this, Thank you so much!!! It was great to write and if you had ideas to a part 3, I’d be willing to continue it :) P.S HOPE YOU LIKE THE GIF ;)


Word count: 1269

“Excuse me miss” chirped a voice making me jump slightly and open my eyes to see one of the stewards leaning down smiling, my head began to pound as my eyes grew droopy, “Would you and your husband like some advil?” she questioned before showing four pills in the palm of her hand. While trying to comprehend what was going on I realised we were still on the flight to the Maldives.

I gazed to see that I was huddled into Kol’s chest, his arm laced lazily around my torso while his eyes stayed shut. It took me a moment to regain the memories that were blurred by our alcohol consumption but when I did I immediately felt bad for our inappropriate behaviour. “Um-Yes thank you” I replied and took the pills from her hand.

She laughed sweetly, “You both must have one hell of a hangover” she retorted causing an obvious blush to appear at my cheeks. All I remembered was being very flirtatious and touchy with Kol, however from the way she portrayed it we must have done something quite drastic.

“If you don’t mind, What exactly did we do?” I inquired, unsure as to if I wanted to know the answer. A quiet laugh escaped her lips making me even more anxious, of course I absolutely adored Kol and in the past we had had our fair share of drunken memories, however we could usually escape them…That certainly wasn’t an option as of now.

“Well one of the flight attendants heard a rather disturbing banging coming from one of the loos and when she went to see what the problem was- she realised that it was a couple- you and your husband trying to have sex”. My eyes almost popped out of there sockets when she finished speaking, I was completely mortified and slightly proud of how eager we must have been.

my hand flew to my mouth to cover a squeal, “Oh fuck” I muttered looking to Kol to see he was still sound asleep- I wondered if he could still recall what we did?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of miss, my husband and I were quite the same- though we never did try to have sex on a plane in the toilet, every couple is different”. I nodded in agreement right before she left to fetch us some water. Still embarrassed I refrained from looking at any of the passengers around us.

Good Morning everyone this is your captain speaking, we will be arriving in the Maldives very shortly- please ready yourselfs for our descent.

Kol suddenly stirred beneath me as his eyes gradually opened and his mouth parted in a yawn “Y/N? What did I miss?” He asked, his voice raspy and tired.

“A lot apparently”.


“It’s so beautiful here!” I enthused while taking in the stunning ocean views around me, we had just arrived at our hotel, our very expensive hotel to be exact. Everything in sit beamed high class, from the glimmering water and array of rooms to the wooden pathways and colorful flowers- it was clear that this place was a honeymooner’s dream.

“You think?” questioned Kol making me spin around to see his happy smile approaching me slowly, small bags hung under his eyes and his hair was ruffled mess.

“I love it!” I replied, closing the distance between us and slinging my arms around his neck, “this is perfect” I continued before pecking his lips. We soon found ourselves in the reception area, admiring the extravagant elevation of the ceiling and the substantial decorations that screamed romance.

I didn’t really take much notice when we checked in, I let Kol do all the talking while I walked around a bit outside, I exhaled, having finally found peace during my gaze down into the water. This resort was like none I had ever been to before, it wasn’t just by the water, it was on the water- held a few feet up by large wooden poles.

“Where in!” whispered Kol, hugging me towards his chest and jumping up and down, I soon joined him in our funny moment- it was going to be a new experience for the both of us, an exciting adventure.

Once we were over our little escapade, a smartly dressed man lead us to our room, during the journey he told us many facts about the resort and the Maldives in general; like how alcohol is prohibited outside of the resort, and that the Maldives is the lowest and flattest country in the world.

“Kol, I love you so much” I said when the door to our suite flew open to reveal an extravagant interior, my mouth dropped open and all I could do was stare at everything in ‘aw’. The furniture matched the ocean and the ocean matched the tropical vibe that was blasting left, right and all around the room. 

“I know my dear” he replied breathlessly and entered without another second to lose, I shortly followed having said farewell to the man. The loud cheers of Kol echoed throughout the suite and a boisterous splashing followed, jogging outside I saw Kol’s burgundy shirt and shorts laying in a pile on the deck and blurry figure approaching the surface of the water. 

He resurfaced making me smile at the hair in his face which he quickly flicked away and rake with his hand- I couldn’t help but stare at my husband’s pulsing biceps and question why you couldn’t just see everything clear through water?

“Come on in Y/N” he encouraged, a smirk set upon his face.

I shuffled to the edge of the deck and stared down into the sea below, “I don’t know, looks a little far down for my liking” I replied and bit my lip religiously. Even before I saw a vampire heights made me anxious and dealing with the magnification of those fair made some things challenging.

“Come on darling, I’m right here I won’t let you drown” his encouraging words gave me comfort and made me more intrigued to try it, besides if Kol could do it, I could do it better.

I immediately set to the task of stripping off my clothes, first I peeled my singlet up and threw it next to Kol’s, then I unzipped my shorts and wriggled out of them, watching Kol as his eyes trailed my body accordingly. After I was left in just my undergarments I stood at the edge ready to leap off and down to Kol.

“Here goes nothing” I whispered and took up step off the ledge, traveling through the air until my body molded into the water, sinking down- however I was stopped when Kol’s hands held my hips, nothing like a trust test to start off a marriage.

“What did I tell you?” he asked pulling me closer to his chest and leaning his forehead against mine. I giggled and pulled a few small hairs on the back of his neck. We stayed like this for a while, just floating around in the sun- hugging, kissing an whispering intimate things to each other.

“Thank you so much for this” I said before pecking his lips.

“Well I had a feeling you’d like this place” he replied becoming chuffed by my actions- something completely un-Kol like.

“It’s lovely but I meant thank you for choosing me to spend eternity with”, a laugh escaped his lips.

Well everyone else was off the market…” I gasped and hit his chest lightly, encouraging him to try again. “Y/N, I wouldn’t have it any other way”.


Hey, if anyone wants a part 3 I’m willing to do that- I just need ideas, so let me know. I mean who doesn’t want to read about a honeymoon with Kol?

The Hard Truth About the ALL OUR YESTERDAYS Sequel

I’ve been writing this post in my head for a couple of months now, but I’m still not sure how to start it. So… I guess I’ll just start at the beginning.

When I sold ALL OUR YESTERDAYS, it was as a standalone with series potential. I was happy for ALL OUR YESTERDAYS to remain a single, self-contained book, but I had an idea for a sequel that I really liked and thought would make a great bookend to the story. I gave that idea to my publisher, and they loved it and asked me to write it. So I did.

Well, I tried.

My first draft was terrible. But that’s okay, because all first drafts are terrible. But then my second draft, which was a big enough change to be considered a rewrite, also didn’t work. Neither did version #3, another rewrite, or version #4. No matter what I changed, the book just wouldn’t come together. Throughout the process I worked with people much smarter and more talented than me, and we all had faith up until the end that it could be fixed.

But it couldn’t. It turns out my sequel idea – as much as I did and do love it – just wasn’t meant to be a book, no matter how hard I tried to mash it into book form.

So, there will be no sequel to ALL OUR YESTERDAYS.

This has been one of the hardest experiences of my life, on a lot of different levels. I feel like I’ve let down a tremendous number of people during this process, from my agent to my editor to my publisher, but the idea of letting you guys down is the worst. But, at the end of the day, I would rather let you down with no sequel than with a bad sequel. ALL OUR YESTERDAYS, its characters, and you all are too important to me to ruin with a book that I don’t feel is the best book I can write.

But that’s not to say I’m completely done with this universe or these characters. I’m planning to release an ALL OUR YESTERDAYS e-novella in the fall, and there will be lots of short stories and outtakes around here in the coming months. I still have lots of stories to tell.

But for now I just want to thank you all for being so patient with me, for not getting mad at me for ignoring your many tweets and asks about the sequel, and for sticking with me for this long. And I do genuinely apologize to everyone who was looking forward to ALL OUR YESTERDAYS #2 and hope you’ll forgive me for not being able to follow through with an awesome sequel. If I couldn’t give you one truly awesome, I’d rather not give you one at all, and I hope you understand.

Update: I’ve posted the first ALL OUR YESTERDAYS short story.

FT Stone Age Harassment?


To the people who say that Natsu harasses Lucy or worse I see why you (as obvious none NaLu shippers) would go there but in this context it doesn’t make any sense! Natsu doesn’t even know what a female is and so he’s confused and treats her like food or a pet. He touches her body but he’s also dense and doesn’t understand what he’s doing! This is obvious since the beginning because he had absolutely no idea what Lucy was since he has never seen a woman before and he planned asking his grandpa about it.

He has a great liking in Lucy because he found her and he frees her without harassing her any further or whatsoever. Natsu also pets her head affectionately and says that she will be his from now on and Mashima-sama didn’t show us Lucy’s reaction so we can’t tell weather she accepts this or not…

Anyway, even in the main story arc Natsu is pictured as somewhat dense to things like sexuality and women but he’s not the character who would force someone into something they wouldn’t want to do! That’s not his style!

Plus the setting is the stone age era and yes, things between men and women were kinda … different back then … just saying!

Note: it’s not like there aren’t ‘sexist’ scenes in the whole Fairy Tail manga but Mashima-sama doesn’t generally picture women as weak or simply as embodiment of sexuality or something because the females of Fairy Tail are strong as hell!

I hope I’m not too late for this, even though I probably am.

I was really surprised when Mr. Mystery Blue Shoes turned out to be Sly, after seeing dies-first comic I was motivated enough to draw this idea I had in my head.

Far Far Away - Part 9

Hello all! I hope you had a great weekend :D So this is part 9. I remembered that @huffee-hugsandcoffee​ requested a dancing part earlier so… I might have added one in. Also, you guys might hate me for this part too. Or still hate me from all the other times I was a jerk and pulled people apart/riled shit up. But anyway, I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! 

Part 9:

Rae perched on the edge of her bed, anxiety welling up in her chest to form a big lump. She had daydreamed many times about what it would be like to have her F in her room. The things they did to each other in her head were too dirty to even mention, but every time she thought back to them a shiver of pleasure went down her spine.

But this wasn’t that time. Finn was in her room, but he had no idea Rae was R. He sat on the edge of her bed, sipping his drink and surveying her room.

“So what are ya doing here?” Rae asked, nervously running her fingers through her hair. “I’ve never seen you at one of Vicki and Amy’s parties before.”

“I’m looking for someone.” Finn responded, sheepishly grinning up at her. “Ya see, I’ve been chatting with this amazing girl but I’ve never actually talked to her in person. I was supposed to meet her at the Reader’s ball but she left before I got the chance to see her.” He paused to pull something out of his pocket.  “I found this in the garden. I think she left it for me.” He explained.

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kirstyangel23  asked:

Hi Carrie first of all the hope full community is one of the best out there and you are such an important role model to me and many others. Recently I had a dream that was so intresting that I decided to write about it. I can remember it all like I was there the only problem is I'm finding it hard to put onto paper. Being an author any advise you have on this subject would help a lot.💕❤💙😙


Thank you! I think it’s pretty great too! I can fathom the depths of kindness. Especially on the Hopeful Facebook page! Warms my little heart! 

YES! I totally get that struggle! When something in your head is perfect but then when it comes out…it’s not quite right! Sometimes, writing anyway, helps to unblock those little moments, even if you think what you’re writing is crap. It only takes one little idea to spark of a huge wave of brilliance! Doing little brainstorms helps too! Just writing down all the things that connect to your characters and the story and keep building and building until finally, the right idea just pops into place!!!


What would happen if Leonard had met Amy First?

This idea popped in my head last night. What if Leonard had been the one to meet Amy? I just had to write it out. If you like it I will write a bit more.

Leonard lays face down on the couch moping about Penny and her new date Zack. It is getting old and the guys are all sick of it. Seeing them up on the roof together had been like a kick in the gut. He hurt so bad, and just when he thought he was moving on this happens.

“Dude you have got to move on.” Raj chides.

“Yeah, Penny is getting her jollies elsewhere and so can you.” Howard tells him looking over his shoulder. “I found this great new dating website, I have had twelve dates in the past week.” Leonard perks up his head.

“Maybe I could go on a date or two it might make me feel better.” He says “Go ahead and sign me up.”

“Already have.” Howard tells him, “and there are four lovely ladies matched to you. One of whom can meet you tomorrow for coffee.”

“I look forward to it.” Leonard says getting up.

“Do you want to know anything about her?” Raj asks him

“No I think I want to be surprised.” Leonard says smiling.

The next day Leonard goes to the coffee shop nervous as hell. This is his first blind date and he does not know what to expect. He is sure whoever she is she won’t compare to Penny but she could at least be a start in the right direction of recovery. Then as a small dowdy brunette walks over to him and extends her hand he groans inwardly. Leonard knew whoever she was that she would not compare to Penny physically but this was ridiculous. What were Howard and Raj thinking?

“Hello, you are Leonard Hofstadter and I am Amy Farrah Fowler.” She says shaking his hand with a grip so firm it makes him wince.

“Hi Amy.” He says and he gies into hug her but she recoils like he just hit her.

“Before this goes any further, I feel the need to inform you that all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus are off the table.” She says staring him in the eye.

Of course it is, Leonard thinks not that he would have wanted to go that far with her anyways. He would leave right then and there but he is not an asshole. Leonard thinks the girl at least deserves a beverage before he dismisses her.

“Fine,I respect that, do you want me to buy you a coffee?” He asks trying to smile at her.

“I don’t drink coffee.” She informs him unsmiling, of course she doesn’t he thinks.

“Tea? Hot chocolate?” He asks his patience wearing thin.

“Tepid water please.” She says and thinks he has finally found a person more boring than his roommate. They sit down at a table with there drinks. “You know coffee stunts growth, perhaps that is why you are so short.”

“I think that has to do with genetics.” He says annoyed. “So Amy what do you do for a living?”

“I am a neuroscientist at UCLA, you are a experimental physicist at Caltech. Why all this banal chit chat? I thought the purpose of the profile on the dating website was to cut out this step.” It is the last straw for him. She did not want sex , coffee or conversation and he really did not understand why she was here at all.

“Amy you seem really nice, but I just got out of a long relationship. My friends set me up on this date to make me feel better, but I just don’t think I am ready.” He begins.

“Oh here it is. This is your exit strategy.” She says sadly clutching her cup.” I myself am only here because my mother has forced me to date at least once a year. “

“Well I think you have fulfilled your requirement.” He tells her smiling and she smiles back and then looks down. He thinks she is actually pretty cute when she smiles.

“None of the other dates liked me either, which is why I only date once a year. It is just too heart breaking to keep getting rejected.” She says looking down. Leonard thinks it is an oddly personal confession from a girl who was giving away so little.

Now Leonard feels bad how many times had he been on the other side. Been rejected just because he was not tall enough or good looking enough. How many times had he wished some girl would just give him half a chance to prove he was worthy to date.

“No this isn’t an exit strategy. I like you….in fact I think we should do this again sometime.” He says kindly.

“How about tomorrow, there is new exhibit at the science museum.” Leonard had not think the offer would be so quickly accepted

“Umm sure, I will pick you up at noon?”

“I will meet you at your place, having strange men come to my apartment would make me uncomfortable.”

“Sure my place at noon. Do you need my address?” He asks her and she shakes her head no.

“Your friends gave it to me.” She says getting up and slinging her large bag over her shoulder and marching out of the door

“What an odd duck.” Leonard says to himself getting up. As he drives home he regrets his hasty decision to accept her offer for a date. Amy seems sweet and she certainly is smart and accomplished. There was just no attraction as much as he wanted there to be.

When he walks in the door the guys are all assembled around the coffee table playing Magic the Gathering.

“How was the date?” Howard asks.

“Interesting.” He sighs flopping down.

“I take it you mean interesting bad? I am not surprised.” Sheldon says playing a card without looking up.”

“Why, what do you mean by that?” Leonard asks annoyed. It had not been bad just not what he was hoping for.

“The algorithms used by those dating sites are complete hokum. The odds you will meet your perfect match on one of those sites are slim to none.” He says haughty.

“We are not trying to find his perfect match we are just trying to get someone to tickle his pickle.” Howard sniggers.

“Well there will be no pickle tickling she told me all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus where off the table.” Leonard tells him.

“Hmmm… An efficient statement to make on a first date. Declare your boundaries right off the bat.”

“I actually thought you might like her Sheldon.” Leonard tells him and he snorts derisively.

“I have no interest in dating.” He says.

“Well would you at least come with me to the science center tomorrow.”

“You must have liked her a little to make a second date.” Raj says playing a card.

“She made me feel guilty. She told me that she only dates once year per an arrangement with her mother. That none of the other dates she went on liked her either. “

“Fascinating me and my mother have the same arrangement only about church.” Sheldon says getting up and going to the fridge.

“I am telling you Sheldon you would like this girl.” Leonard tells him.”I can give you her number if you want to call her.”

“Again I have no interest whatsoever in dating.” He huffs. “As tempting as a trip to the science center is I also have zero interest in being your third wheel.”

“It is not a third wheel it is called the buffer. You will separate Leonard from his less than desirable date.” Howard tells him.

“Its not that she is not desirable. When she smiles she is actually kind of cute. I am just not over Penny. I may never be over Penny. Girls like her…”

“Are around everywhere!” Howard says.

“Not that will date me… Penny was my soul mate. “

“But you were not hers… Move on man.”

“I think the notion is lovely. Penny is Leonards Penguin he will mourn her loss the rest of his life.” Raj says patting him on the shoulder.

“You know Penguins are not the only mammals that mate for life.” Sheldon begins

“Oh here we go.” Leonard moans as Sheldon launches into a lecture.


Amy walks into the building on Los Robles avenue with a feeling of excitement and dread in her stomach. Normally she would not have been so forward but her mother had been adamant. She had to go on a date that resulted in a second date or she would have to engage in two dates a year. Leonard seemed like a nice enough man but he was just not her type. Amy did not think she had a type at all. If given her druthers she wold like to be spending her Sunday alone. Amy approaches the elevator and sees that it is caution taped off. Amy stares at it for a moment before a bouncy blonde appears from the basement carrying a laundry basket on her hip.

“Oh, it does’t work.” She tells her kindly.

“I understand that given the yellow caution tape.” Amy tells her confused. “It just looks like it has been out of service for awhile. I was wondering how in a building of this size something like elevator maintenance fall by the way side.”

“That is a question you would have to ask my neighbors. They are the super smart geniuses.”

“Would your neighbor perhaps be Dr. Leonard Hofstadter?” Amy asks.

“Yeah, you know him?” Penny asks beginning to climb the stairs.

“Yes, we went on a date last night and today he has agreed to take me to the science center.” Penny smiles at her. This is why she broke up with Leonard so he could find someone like this girl to date. Judging on looks alone this girl is probably just as smart as he is. She probably has a great job and a fancy education, Leonard could be proud to tell his mother about her. Penny even thinks that they look like they belong together. With her dark hair and studious glasses her and Leonard make a cute couple.

“That is great, Leonard is a good friend of mine.” Penny tells her omitting the part about them dating. She does not want the girl thinking that she is trying to intimidate her. “So what is you name.”

“How rude of me.” Amy says sticking out her hand. “My name is Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler, and you are?”

“So a doctor eh? Like a Leonard doctor or like a fix you up doctor?” This girl really was perfect for Leonard. Penny is happy for him finding someone like Amy. Penny really cares for Leonard and wants him to find someone who can make him happy.

“I suppose you mean do I hold a doctorate or do I practice medicine?” Amy clarifies finding her bubbly stair partner quite amusing. There was something about her that made you like her immediately. “I have a doctorate in neuroscience from Harvard. I work at UCLA.”

“The boys work at Caltech. So does that mean you guys are like Romeo and Juliet working for different universities?” Penny jokes as they round the landing.

“No, we all work together in academia. Also Romeo and Juliet was about two thirteen year olds who commit suicide. Hardly the love story I would want to emulate.” Amy jokes back and the blonde girl looks like she is thinking hard about what she just said. “You never told me your name by the way.”

“Penny.” She says and then she pauses at a door. “Well this is me. Your Romeo awaits across the hall. Oh wait not Romeo… Your…”

“I have always been a fan of Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.” Amy volunteers.

“Colin Firth is hot. Okay we will go with that your Colin Firth awaits.” Penny says opening her door. “Nice to meet you have a great time.” She says disappearing behind her door. Amy almost wishes she was going to the science center with her instead. She could see herself being friends with her. Amy knocks on the door and adjusts her clothes as she waits for an answer. The door creaks open and it is not Leonard who answers but a tall lanky man. My Colin Firth awaits me indeed Amy thinks as she takes the man in. He is handsome in a old fashioned way, like belongs in another era. His dark hair his neatly combed and his blue eyes appraise her making her feel weak in her knees. I may have found my type she thinks trying to find her voice to speak.

“Hello I am Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler I am here to see Dr. Hofstadter.” She says stiffly slightly annoyed with herself at using her title.

“Come in, I am his room mate Dr.Sheldon Cooper.” He says ushering her inside. “Make yourself comfortable.” he says walking to the kitchen. “Leonard is still getting ready. After dating Penny it will take him some time to get used to dates being on time.”

“Penny, as in the Penny across the hall?” Amy asks no wonder Leonard had not been interested in her if he was used to a woman like Penny on his arm. Amy selects the seat in the middle of the couch.

“One in the same.” He says getting a water out of the fridge. “Would you like something to drink, coffee, soda, tea.” He offers.

“A water would be lovely.” She says trying not to stare at him. “I don’t drink coffee or soda but I do like tea.”

“I promised my mother when I moved to California I would not do drugs. So no coffee for me either. I figured it was polite to ask given the types of women Leonard has been known to hold court with.” He says bringing her over the bottle of water and sitting down next to her. “I suppose I am obligated to entertain you until he emerges. So Dr. Fowler what are you doctor of?”

“Of neuroscience, I Graduated from Harvard magna cum laude. I work UCLA in their research department. How about yourself?” She asks taking a sip of water.

“I myself have a MA, BA, Phd, and SciD. I am a theoretical physicist at Caltech.” He says smugly and Amy is impressed.

“Quite the impressive resume.” Amy tells him and he looks pleased with himself.

“Yours is’ t so bad either. When did you get your doctorate?”

“At twenty-two but I graduated at sixteen.” Amy tells him.

“I graduated at sixteen as well.” He says. “Well I got my doctorate at sixteen, I graduated college at fourteen and high school at eleven.”

“Fascinating a child prodigy. You are very rare you know. Tell me very you cultivated for greatness? Did your mother have you playing the piano at two and handing in papers at four?”

“Actually the opposite I grew up in rural east Texas. My genius was a bit misunderstood, my mother would have just as pleased to have a stupid child.”

“I would love to study your brain.” She tells him and immediately blushes. It just slipped out without her wanting it to. Amy feels just as embarrassed as if she just told him she would like to see him with his pants off.

“I have a brain scan that you could look at if you would like?” He asks eagerly.

“I would love that.” She tells him and he gets up and races to his bedroom and comes back holding a manila envelope.

“Now I am a little disappointed with my frontal lobe.” He explains handing her the picture. Amy examines it and is astounded by what she sees. The man truly has a beautiful mind.

“Very impressive Dr. Cooper.” She says her voice thick. “You can take my opinion to the bank the topology of your brain is astounding.”

“I know.” He says looking over her shoulder pleased. When he leans over her she notices his fresh masculine scent and has to refrain from leaning in and sniffing him. Leonard walks out of his bedroom he finds them sitting close admiring pictures of Sheldon’s brain.

“Sheldon you just met my friend and you are already showing her tasteful nudes?” Leonard chides. Making Amy blush and Sheldon snatch the picture back.

“Don’t be lewd Leonard!” He says putting the picture back in its envelope. “Amy is a neuroscientist I thought she would interested in my brain. I was merely entertaining your company while you preened in front of the mirror.” Leonard smiles Sheldon is protesting a bit to much.

“Well Amy you ready to go?” Leonard asks.

“Yes, lets get going before it gets too crowded.” Sheldon says getting up and grabbing his jacket.

“So you are going too?” Leonard asks smirking at his friend. Maybe he and Amy were not love match but he was going to try his damnedest to play match maker today.

“You invited me last night. Or did you forget?” Sheldon sighs.

“No I remember. Amy you don’t mind of Sheldon tags along on our date do you?” Leonard asks already knowing the answer.

“No not at all.” Amy says too quickly beyond thrilled that she will have two male escorts today. Everything is coming up Amy she thinks. Two boys practically fighting for my attention this is the best day ever.

“Hey Amy.” Sheldon says following at her elbow. “You should stick with me at the science center. I can point out all the inaccuracies.”

“Oh you mean like the one…” Amy says as she and Sheldon disappear down the stairs together.

“Howard’s Mother has nothing on me. I am the one true yenta.” Leonard says under his breath following the pair down the stairs.


Even though Sheldon had not been expecting to go to the science center today he had throughly enjoyed himself. He found Leonards new friend clever and engaging and he hoped he saw more of her. After today he could not see what if any fault Leonard could find in the woman. In fact she was one of the fascinating people he had ever met in his life.

Even though he had already given the mammals who choose life partners speech last night. He found himself giving it again for her benefit. Hoping she would take the hint and choose to pair bond with Leonard so he could continue to see her. When they get home he is eager to ask Leonard how he thought the date went.

“So Leonard… Amy is pretty great huh?”

“Yeah great,” he agrees absently sitting down at his computer.

“So when are you going to see her again?” Sheldon asks.

“Oh, I’m not.” Leonard say turning back to look at him.

“What do you mean your not? Leonard if you searched a million years you would never find a woman as accomplished and engaging as Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler.”

“That’s right YOU would’ t.” Leonard tells him but Sheldon does not take the hint.
“You always do this Leonard. You meet these fantastic women and you squander your chances. Yet you moan and whine about being alone! Like with Dr. Stephanie she was perfect for you and you just let her go. Amy is even better than she was! I can not let you just throw away your chances with the perfect woman.”

“Sheldon I am not so sure she was the perfect woman for me. As much as she was the perfect woman for you. You guys really hit it off. I felt like a third wheel at the science center the way you two were carrying on.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Leonard. I am a highly evolved life form. I have no desire to be pair bonded with a woman.” He snorts.

“Then don’t pair bond… You don’t have to date her to see her again. I am just saying it would be you squandering an opportunity, if you let this girl walk away.”

“If we were not dating what would we be?” Sheldon asks curious.

“Just friends… You can be friends with a girl. Penny and I are just friends.”

“Bad example you have also been engaged in an on again off again ill conceived love affair with her for the better part of four years.” He says annoyed.

“I am going to put her number in your phone. You can call her… Or you can delete it …. your choice.” Leonard says grabbing his phone of his desk and programing in the number. “I am going to my room.”

“I don’t need you to narrate your every action Leonard!” Sheldon calls to his retreating back as he picks up his phone and looks the new number programmed inside.

Pity (Prologue)

Originally posted by diytae

Summary: Jungkook had found out about your crush the worst way possible and while you sulk, Yoongi comes into the picture

Genre: Angst (for now lmao)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader for now

Word Count: 985

A/N: Can I call this a prologue god im such an amateur

Prologue l Part 1

You stand against the railing, letting it support your whole body weight while your mind rack through the memories of your three year crush, your best friend of eight years. The memories of your eight years flash through your head, starting from the moment you met to the moment he backed away as soon as he found out about your feelings towards him. It was at a small high school gathering with a group of your classmates when some son of bitch thought that it be a great idea to tell all these stories about how your eyes used to follow him when he walks past, or when you would smile like an idiot just from staring at some photos of him, all of the things that you never realised you did that last year of high school. Of course, Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to not realise that acting like that towards someone is totally not because they have a crush on the other party. Man, the disgusted expression on Jungkook’s face was priceless, especially when the pity towards you started to sink into his expression moments after. That’s when you snapped. Pity was the last thing that you ever wanted from him. You’ve received more than enough pity from strangers and acquaintances and he was the last person you wanted to feel that way towards you. With that in mind, you stormed out of the quiet bar, tears filled to the brim of your eyes, speed walking straight to the train station.

You mind comes back to reality where a bunch of strangers start getting on the train, most of them stinking of alcohol and cigarettes. Your melancholy is slowly replaced by anger as the sight of them begins to annoy you. You can hear them loud and clear as they start making small talk despite having your earphones in with loud ass music blasting through them.

‘Why does he even pity me after finding out that I had crush on him? Did he seriously not notice for the last three flipping years? Is our friendship going to be ruined, too?’

All these thought race through your mind and the more your think about it, the more you can feel heat rising to your face from all the emotion mixing though you right now. The anger, the embarrassment, the sadness and the shitty feeling you feel where you want to throw up but can’t. All those feelings are mixing at the pit of your stomach, brewing up poison and trouble that will get to you sooner or later.

Not being able to take it anymore, you notice the train coming to a stop and with the desperate thought of escaping engraved in your mind, you immediately step through the opening doors, feeling the gush of midnight wind against as soon as you step onto the platform.

You honestly don’t know where you are as you never bothered to check which station you had stepped onto or where you turned left or right while walking out of the station. Your phone had conveniently ran out of battery and you probably won’t be home anytime soon, but honestly that’s the last thing on your mind as all your thoughts are simply filled with Jungkook’s expression replaying all over again in your mind like a gif. You honestly couldn’t give one fuck about anything else apart from trying to get his damn face out of your mind for the time being. So with some effort, you finally lift your head up to take a good look around your surroundings and all you could tell was that you were in some quiet, undisturbed suburb with dim streetlights and the occasional car driving past.

‘Shit, this place totally makes me feel better’ you sarcastically think.

Despite the calmness and quietness in the atmosphere, that’s the last thing you could feel. So you immediately give up and go back into your depressing state of being reminded that you were rejected long before you even confessed.

However, your mind comes back to reality, because as you mindlessly turn left, you could hear some calm music playing in the background with bright lights beaming in the distance. This somehow perks your interest and you suddenly find yourself at the entrance of a vintage looking bar. You take a small peek inside to see only a few customers and hear small talk and you feel that this could possibly be the only place that makes you relax after the wave of emotions you had gone for the last few hours.

You sit yourself down at the bar and order yourself a watermelon-tequila while reminding yourself that this is also Jungkook’s favourite drink. You curse at yourself internally while you bury your hands into your face with your elbows on the table. A few moments later you can hear the clink of a glass against the table, indicating that the bartender had just delivered your drink before moving onto his next. You can hear murmuring two seats to your right with some chuckles mixed in between them and you think to yourself how it reminds you of someone you know but couldn’t quite put a finger on it. You then catch a few sentences such as “how’s your music going?”, “cheer up man, you’ll get there someday, Yoongi”.

‘Yoongi huh’

It takes you a while but you slowly piece together the pieces that makes you spin your head to your right.

‘That familiar laugh, his passion is music, name is yoongi…’

“Min Yoongi?” you say before you stop yourself.

The man turns his head to the direction of his name being called out only to see a half-drunken woman squinting her eyes at him as if trying to figure something out. He takes in her image as well to see someone very familiar in her too. Then it comes to him all in one wave.


Prologue l Part 1

Christmas letter from  Toni Kroos | 23.12.2015

Hi Guys,

the Toni Kroos Foundation has been around for nearly half a year. A good time to look back. At the time before the establishment of the Foundation it was a strange feeling for me. I had great ideas in my head of how the foundation might look.

What the daily work looks like, how we can convince people of the work of the foundation and above all: How do we help the children and families. But if everything would work the way I imagined it, of course I could not tell. Theory and practice are often worlds apart.

The happier I am today to be able to say  that so far everything worked, as I have hoped for. For me it is just great to see how many children and families we help already and at the same time a smile  lightens up their faces. Whether Florian with the Dolphin Therapy, Daniel with his Hippocampe, Finjas family with a
stair lift or some other projects. Each project has its own story and I am glad that we could help as a foundation.

For me one of the highlights was our families’ day in Dusseldorf. Almost all families of childrens’ hospice Regenbogenland had come along and altogether we had a great afternoon. It was great to see how it has all turned out and that they can forget their everyday worries for a few hours. This is precisely the goal of my foundation.

At the same time I would like to thank the many people out there for their interest and for donations. Keep on supporting us!

And there’s one thing I can promise: I will work for the foundation with the same motivation as last year. Because it gives me a lot of fun and is absolutely precious for me. I do not want to promise too much for the coming year. But that much
I can already tell: Many great projects are waiting for us in 2016!

Now I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy new year!

Toni Kroos

You're The One(z?)

A/N: I was listening to Ur the 1z and had this idea pop into my head. Enjoy!


Hannah POV

Click. Click. Click.

My house was being renovated, and Chester was out of town, so he offered to let me stay there so I could have some space to myself instead of going to Mamrie’s or Grace’s. I had graciously accepted, and I smiled now as I scrolled through tumblr while sitting on the couch I was sleeping on for a few days. I enjoyed liking a few posts every now and then that made me laugh or made me feel warm inside, because the reactions were great. It had become a habit for me to do this every night.

I checked the hartbig tag as the last thing of the night, like always. It was fun to see what fans came up with, even though Grace and I were just friends. I didn’t particularly like that, but we would never work. I had convinced myself of that.

I came across a post that had been mistagged, because it had nothing to do with hartbig. Nevertheless, it still caught my attention.

I wish Hannah would write a song. That would be so cool.

I read it a couple of times, then paused for a moment to think.

Songs are just poems with music added to them, so maybe it’s something I could actually do. I’d never written a song before in my life, but it was something that apparently, due to the notes, a lot of people wanted me to do.

I shut my laptop down and immediately walked to the giant, white grand piano that stood behind me. It was where Chester shot all of his covers and made sounds so beautiful it could move you to tears. He told me that if I wanted to, he had no problem with me playing it and seeing what I could do.

I’d never touched a piano in my life, but hey, why not start now? Maybe watching and listening to Chester was gonna prove to be helpful.

I sat down slowly, and my fingers brushed across the keys. They were smooth as silk, and when I pressed down on them, it felt natural and easy. I played a few random notes, going up and down a scale to get the feel of it with my right hand.

I then brought my left hand up to understand the difference. There wasn’t much of one. I started on the note Chester had called “c” on both hands and went up and down that scale, getting a feel for using two hands.

The next hour or so was spent watching countless how-to’s and figuring out chords. By the end of that period of time, I was feeling pretty good. It still just felt so easy and effortless.

My finger slipped as I was messing around, but I paused for a moment. I liked how that sounded.

I played the three notes that I had accidentally pressed once again, then added a few more. It was a nice melody. Soft, gentle.

“Feeling so alone, feeling so alone…” I sang to the melody. 

“But now I finally see,” I continued, then paused to think again.

Suddenly, it was just there. The melody, anyways. The lyrics.

“Took so long for me to see that you’re the one for me,

took so long for me to see that you’re the one…you’re the one,” I sang, smiling as the song came without much thought.

“For me,” I sang, ending the phrase.

Three hours later, I had managed to pull together a full length song AND a piano background to it. The piano background was really basic, but it was enough to keep the song going.

I played it through and sang it again and again, until finally I was sure it was good enough.

“You’re the one….for me,” I finished for the final time. My heart lept in my chest as I realized who I had been thinking about the whole time.

“Grace…” I whispered, looking down at the keys and thinking of the lyrics. The verses were based around her, and things we had experienced together. The bridge was me saying that I felt alone, but finally understood something.

“And the chorus is saying that I know she’s the one for me,” I said out loud, a bit above the whisper I had said her name in. My blue eyes were wide as I realized that the feelings I had caught were nowhere near gone.

“That was really pretty.”

I froze, not moving an inch. I had heard a voice at 3 am, and no one else was in the house. 

I waited, but nothing was said.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

A figure came into view, barely illuminated by the light of the lamp sitting upon the piano. The figure was skinny, but their legs were the only thing lit up. They must be long then.

As the figure moved closer, a denim shirt came into view, and long, dark hair that had a beautiful wave to it appeared.


I stared up at her, unsure of what to say. She came and sat down on the seat next to me, and I moved over absentmindedly to give her some room. She still did not speak.

She played a few random notes, her hands moving slowly but with finesse, somehow.

What was she going to do?

“So you finally figured it out, Harto,” she said quietly, looking at me. I looked up and looked her in the eye.

“Figured it out…?” I asked, unsure of what she was meaning. What did I-

My thoughts were interrupted by a new sensation unlike any I’d felt before. Her lips were softer than anyone else’s that I’ve ever kissed. She was slower; she was in no hurry for this to end. It was nice, for someone not to hurry.

When she pulled away, words failed me.

“I have been waiting for a long, long time to for you to figure it out,” Grace replied, a little smile playing at her lips.

“Exactly what is it that I figured out?” I asked, smiling too.

Grace leaned over and kissed my forehead.

“Well, no one ever said you’re smart, but I love you anyways,” she replied, her voice gentle. It was a tone I had never heard before.

“Brat,” I managed, making her giggle.

There was a comfortable silence, then I spoke.

“You love me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she smiled, and I felt her take my hand and lace our fingers together. “I do.”

In that moment, I knew that all my doubts of the two of us making it with our crazy lives had just been washed away. It’d take work, but she was worth working for.

if yr gonna dye your hair a color that’s vastly different from your natural color then that’s great and i totally support it BUT you should know before you get into it that it’s A LOT of responsibility..  like for instance my hair grows really quickly so i have to dye the roots every two weeks if i want to maintain a natural look (i DON"T but i should) and not only is that annoying and time consuming but it can get pretty expensive too. plus I have to re-dye my entire head three or four times a year when the color starts to fade. it’s worth it and i love it but I just thought i should put this out there since, at the time when i first dyed my hair, I had no idea what it would require and how much maintenance dyed hair is so… thank u for tuning in

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Heya I don't know if this question has been asked before(sorry if it has) but I was wondering... If Gwyn had been born Seelie, how different would he be? What would his upbringing have been like? Would he have met Augus and what would their relationship look like if they would even have one ??? So many questions.... Love yaaaaa xoxo

All of these questions have been asked before! But do you think I can find the links? I can’t find the links. *head desks* Why did I never put it in the ‘for the FAQ tag’ - well tbh my thoughts have probably changed so it’s about time to answer them again, lol.

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