i hope i'm not the only one who finds this hilarious

skye07  asked:

Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~

You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you like it! Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

Natasha had been investigating her new home when she stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?

Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it up had taken time to organize it just right?

She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.

“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained, shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat. And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm kind of new to Drarry but I already realized that I really like stories where Harry is pining over Draco, desperately in love with him but at the same time he's still strong Harry we all like. A bit of angst, hurt/comfort is very welcome too. Happy ending is a must :) So if you have something like this in mind, I'll be very grateful if you share. Thank you!

I loooove pining, so this was a lot of fun to do! I hope you like them! Also, since you’re kind of new to Drarry, I just want to add that all the authors on this list are A++. And reading more of their fics would be a VERY good idea.

Drarry + pining!Harry fic recs

Azoth by zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for 8th year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
(So much pining, it’s amazing. Harry and Draco do their masters project together, they grow very close, there’s pining and longing and it hurtssss.)

Turn by Sara’s Girl (306k)
One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.
(This is the mother of all pining!Harry fics and exactly what you’ll want. He’s so desperately in love with Draco, he’s oh-so-strong, and I’m SO proud of him and the way he fights for his own happiness in this fic. Beautiful, beautiful thing.)

In Pieces by dysonrules (85k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.
(You have no idea how much I’ve cried over this one. It takes pining to a whole new level of suffering and I am so there for all of it. And yes, happy ending~)

A Piercing Comfort by talithan (44k)
When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy’s patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he’s no longer sure he wants to.
(MY FEELS, THERE ARE TOO MANY OF THEM. The focus is on Harry and his dealing with everything post-war. Will satisfy any hurt/comfort craving.)

Reparations by Sara’s Girl (87k)
Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.
(This fic is so incredibly well-written, characterizations so on point, and Harry falls so hard for Draco. The pining, the slow burn, the sexual tension. Agh!)

Running on Air by eleventy7 (74k)
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
(I’m forever crying over this one. Gorgeous writing, so beautifully written, every single sentence is exquisite. It’s that melancholic kind of angst. Love it.) 

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.
(One of the funniest fics I know, this author is hilarious. The pining is lovely, the characterization of Draco is a favorite of mine, and everything is awesome.)

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (54k)
Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.
(This is one of the PUREST love stories ever, I have so many feels, it is fucking beautiful and it has ruined my life in the best way. Angsty pining galore!)

A Convenient Impracticality by firethesound (38k)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?
(Delicious pining all over the place and the chemistry between Harry and Draco is off the charts. They’re both idiots, it’s hilarious, and the angst hurts me.)

anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better


The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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Season 19 Renewal

As Season 18 went on, and I kept getting disappointed, all I could think was, “do the old writers and the cast also think the quality of the show is declining, or do they think everything is fine?”

Guess we have our answer.

The fact Rick Eid is leaving after just one season tells me that we were right all along. He was a bad fit for this show. Forget the scheduling mess, partly caused by the inability to produce episodes on time. He tried to turn SVU into a generic cop show, which is actually why I think he might be a good fit for Chicago PD. SVU was never generic. It’s an institution, and it was always about the characters, as much as it was about the cases,  as well as teaching the audience some sorely needed lessons.

Season 18 and its Struggles

In Season 18, the show lost track of that message. It’s not enough for Liv to sprout platitudes and give us Hallmark moments every week. A certain sensitivity and nuance is required, if you want to tackle SVU cases. Rick Eid lacked that sensitivity (if some episodes displayed it, it was because of the old SVU writers, in my opinion), and he couldn’t find that nuance. That’s why he effectively rewrote the same episode so many times. Rich white powerful man assaults rich white pretty lady. She is unreliable (or a liar, or a criminal, or it’s somehow her fault), and he is troubled. That’s it. We watched a variation of that, literally 13 times this season (I counted).

The T*rump episode alone perfectly demonstrates why Eid was a bad choice for SVU. The casual way in which Ice-T said it wasn’t one of their best, even though the (then) current showrunner had written it, that said it all. Showing women as liars is not what SVU is about, for me. Nor is it about showing rapists as sympathetic, or troubled figures, or innocent. Both can (and should) be done in moderation, in an individual episode or two, for the sake of a twist (or even realism, sometimes), but not all the time.  

Problem is, Rick Eid clearly didn’t know what else to do. What else to write. He didn’t know how to expand into non-rape cases, he didn’t know how to send the right message (and sometimes he’d even send the wrong message entirely), and (most curious of all) he didn’t know how to properly work the courtroom angle, despite the fact he’s apparently a lawyer, and the trial scenes increased tremendously in screentime. This season, despite its faults, could have given us a strong, take-charge Barba. If nothing else. Instead, he turned Barba into an afterthought who wouldn’t prosecute a single perp unless Liv told him to.

Season 18 and the Characters

This entire season, it felt like neither Rick Eid nor the other new writers ever watched the previous seasons. They totally misused Carisi, Rollins and Barba. They altered long-established portrayals. They changed these characters into generic cardboard cutouts, eliminating everything that made them unique (yet again, that’s another sight Eid might have better luck with Chicago PD). I won’t bore you with the details, but I’ve written about this many times, most recently (and extensively) here.

I mean, I remain baffled by that one interview, when Eid kept saying “the Carisi character” and “the Barba character,” like he had never watched his own show and he had zero emotional connection to his “own” characters. Which was obviously true, as it turns out. He never connected to any of them, except maybe Liv.

Season 18 and Liv

Which brings me to this. To me, it’s clear that another showrunner change would have to be okayed by Mariska (if not demanded by her). This season had some very strong Olivia moments, but overall it was not the best for her, in my view. The focus was on Liv, but what she was actually doing, it wasn’t always something I could root for. I didn’t like that feeling.

It’s one thing if she does something that’s supposed to be questionable (like Season 17’s Black Lives Matter episode, and the way she instinctively wanted to stand by her fellow cops at first) or “flawed,” but it’s another thing to have her badgering witnesses and victims alike into testifying, for an entire season. Or telling Barba how to prosecute his own cases. Or thinking she can’t have a personal life and a child at the same time.

That’s not who Liv is, to me. I hope we can find that Liv again. And I’d like to think Mariska agrees. The fact she wanted (or at least she agreed to) a new showrunner despite the fact this season was “all about her” is a good sign. She’s the star, and she’s the reason most people watch, but she is also self-aware, and she must have known how Liv was coming off, at times. She must still want the best for Liv, like we all do, and I’m happy to know that.

Season 18 and Sonny

Lastly, when it comes to Sonny, I just hope we can find the old Sonny too. The one with the personality, and the whole bunch of sisters, and the niece who drools on him. The Sonny who is fantastic undercover, and has great instincts, and uses his affability to nail perps during interrogations, and thinks outside the box to solve a case (actually that last part is still there, even in S18, thank God). The Sonny who is empathetic and hilarious and quirky and interested in medicine and photography and Möbius strips. The Sonny who came into his own, and turned into a confident and experienced and badass detective. The Sonny who has some darkness inside him, but doesn’t let it turn him into yet another violent cop. The Sonny who is real, and has real relationships with his friends and colleagues, and isn’t just “Cop Number 1”, only there to deliver exposition.

Peter deserves better, much like all the actors. It’s a shame to have this great cast, and this rich history, and fail to utilize either of them properly.

In Conclusion

I’ve said it many times. SVU has had terrible seasons before, but it has always bounced back. So I hope we can all just all pretend Season 18 never happened, even though that may not be eas…

Wait, that’s very easy, actually, because literally not a single thing happened in season 18. All the characters are pretty much where they were at the end of S17, except Fin, who is an almost-Sergeant, and has an offscreen twitter-grandchild.

So let’s just start over, huh?


twobrokenwyngs  asked:

eeee fun!!! for the prompt meme - 28 or 40, I couldnt pick lol <333 (uh.. obviously silverflint lmao do i even need to say it)

More bickering, I’m afraid. I’m on a kick. I was cheeky and made this vaguely ot4-ish too, because I figured you wouldn’t mind too much. ;) <3 This is set post-series.

28. “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.” 

“You lost my bird?!”

Silver was standing with his arm raised towards Flint’s chest, fingers splayed in angry disbelief, and Flint found himself resisting the urge to take a step back to put more space between them. He was finding it difficult enough to keep his temper in check around Silver these days, more and more often, but with Silver leaning dangerously far into his personal space, eyes wild and asking for a fight, Flint could feel himself losing grip on his hard won self-control already.

A lot of the time it was good, sharing this space between the four of them, and sharing each other’s company, but the claustrophobia could be quick to overwhelm and difficult to escape, and Flint wondered how on earth it could be worse on land than aboard a ship at sea. Silver had claimed the kitchen as his own within a day of arriving, Thomas and Madi lacking a single culinary skill between them and Flint generally lacking the patience to implement his own, but Silver had little to do with his time other than experiment with recipes from books Flint had acquired and talk incessantly to his parrot as he cooked. It had only been a few months in this new arrangement, but his fractiousness was making everybody tense, and Flint wasn’t sure what to do about it, because he wasn’t sure what the exact root of it was.

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Ok guys strap yourselves in because I’m about to take you on the wild ride of the night of May 10, 2017. So I went through a lot mentally to get these tickets but I got them. Then the night before something happened with my friend and I’s ride. I cried my eyes out that night thinking we weren’t gonna be able to go but then we found a new ride so my hope was back. I really wanted to get to the barricade. I’ve been having a pretty shitty year and this was the only thing keeping me happy. So the next morning, our ride was two hours late. I’m sitting there thinking we’re gonna be at the back of the queue but when we got there we had pretty decent spots. We made some friends and had a good time. Then there was the problem of people cutting which pissed me off. It was getting ridiculously out of hand. I decided to abandon all concert etiquette and bulldoze my way to the front because my god I deserved it. By the time we got there I was stuck behind 3 tall girls. For those of you who don’t know, I’m 5'0. Yeah I was pissed and the barricade was right there. Concert started and I had the time of my life. However the girls around me were sort of bitches and I thought a fight was gonna go down. Eventually my friend (god bless her) managed to shove me to the front and I was right by the barricade. I swear van and I made eye contact for a split second before he closed his eyes. It happened. Singing along with my favorite band at the top of my lungs was such an amazing experience and I’ve been lucky enough to experience it twice. Their stage presence is the best I’ve ever seen and out of all the concerts I’ve been to, I enjoy theirs the most. It’s weird because I feel so at home and a sense a of belonging at their concerts. I could go on and on about the show but I’m just gonna say it was absolutely amazing. Now our oh so precious ride got into some trouble and my friends mom had to come get us. She’s pretty strict so I was concerned we weren’t going to get to meet the band because she would want to leave. Thankfully at the end, she was still 70 miles away. My friend and I waited by the gates, through hunger, cold weather, and rain. I see people standing up and of course we follow them. Now we’re standing around like dumbasses just talking until my friend says “oh my god bob and bondy are standing right there.” They were talking to the crowd about something (we were in the back). We could not believe our eyes. I got around to bob and my god he’s an actual angel. He’s so sweet. He turned towards me and I asked him for two things. I asked if he could take our selfie because I was shaking too much and then if he could sign my shirt. I’m still shaking while writing this. He was so gentle and sweet and took the picture. I expected him to move on because there were so many girls but he asked me about my shirt and signed it. God his arms were around my waist for so long fucjfigja I’m dead. I love him so much like you don’t understand. I love him I love him I love him I love him. My friend also loves bob a lot but she was like cowering behind me. I asked him if he could take a picture with my friend and she was like “no no no no”. I had to ask him again and he said “of course!” He was so gentle and sweet and took his time with us even though there was this crowd of people. I felt so calm around him. I told him he was great today and he said “thank you so much. Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then we went around to bondy and I was waiting for a while. He knew I was there and kept looking at me but the other girls kept going up to him. I’m so passive omg lol. Anyways he turned towards me and I told him how they’ve helped me out in so many weird ways. And he was like “oh well I’m glad we did something” and kind of laughed and said he’s glad. Then we got a picture and god his hand was on me for so long. I didn’t have a sharpie on me (I asked a girl for bobs but she left). Bondy was like now we just need to find a pen and I was like um I don’t have one but I mean that’s okay if no one has one. I mean I was fine. I was dumb and didn’t bring one but No he turned around and started asking for a sharpie and oh my god I think I died a little on the inside. This girl handed me one and he signed my shirt. I shook his hand said thanks and I hope they have a good rest of the tour. I was a mess. He looked at me right in the eyes and said thank you. He’s so intense and smooth and cool ahhh. After that he had to leave but bob stayed for so long. Eventually everyone started calling him but he took his time and still took pictures with people. I have a video of me yelling “bob you’re an angel!” and he looked so confused. It was hilarious. So yeah that fucking happened.

anonymous asked:

hi arc can i ask a question that seems a bit silly even as i write it? how do you keep being so brave about your fanwork? i used to post a lot of fic when i was younger before all the like holier than thou purity politics stuff happened. but the purity politics stuff sort of... made me scared to interact with fandom? like i want to write and post the fics i have ideas for but i'm SCARED and i don't really know how to?? stop being scared i guess? idk i can't really get my thoughts down now sorry

(scared anon) i just guess i was wondering if you had any advice on like pushing past that fear and just doing fanwork without being scared of how people might react?

Oh, honey.

Christ, lemme think about it….

1. I flat out do not follow any “main” tags. In RT, I never followed #ragehappy. In Borderlands, I never followed #rhack or anything. In HS, I don’t follow any ship tag. So I literally do not see most negativity. This is helpful because people like being dicks in tags and to put their shitty vagueblogging in there, but are often too fucking cowardly to come at you personally.

90% of the time, my awareness that people resent me for having “””impure””” popular fics comes from friends giving me a heads up that someone is talking shit. And when they do, I block that person.

2. Relevant to the above: It took me a long time to understand that people resent my fics being popular, not their actual subject matter. It’s a jealousy thing. I have written some filth that never got really popular, and no one gave a shit. It’s only when I start getting a lot of comments and kudos that suddenly I’m the Great Satan. Keeping in mind that bitches be jealous super helps.

Most recent example: people didn’t start to talk shit about ASAFAF until I started to see fanart based on the story. C’mon.

3. I genuinely believe in the diversity of stories we tell. Like, gushing gold is a great example of a fic I deeply enjoyed writing and sharing, but that I also knew was not for everyone. But it was for some people.

When you are writing a subject matter that you are passionate about, understand that other people are going to be passionate about it too. There are people who need difficult or uncomfortable stories told to affirm they aren’t alone, to help work through rare subject matter, to just enjoy in a world that doesn’t offer them much media.

No story is for everyone, but every story is for someone. Take pride in that.

4. No, really. Block people. Block anyone who makes you uncomfortable, and never look back.

I know it’s apparently a Thing, to block someone, then check in on them? I don’t do this. Once someone is blocked, they no longer exist in my universe.

5. Avoid younger fans. This obviously applies to older fen like me, but broadly speaking, this purity politics culture comes from younger fans attacking older fans, and a lack of understanding that Fandom is a place for a wide group of people with disparate experiences and interests.

Not all young fans are part of that, obviously, but… if someone young enjoys my stuff, I’m glad. I hope they like it. But I avoid deep discussion and interaction and attempts to befriend me, because I am 27 years old and write porn on the internet and shouldn’t be talking to young folks. If anyone doesn’t understand the logic of that, for my protection and for theirs, that is genuinely not my problem and I’m sure they’ll figure it out later.

Boundaries: they are important for adults as much as kids. Enforce them.

6. …

A lot of it is that I’ve been in fandom for over half my life now. I’ve seen a lot of shit. I’ve been through a lot of shit. (Anyone remember that pissant who tried to report me to the government because I told them to stop harassing me after +6 months of bullshit? lol) I’ve had great fandom experiences and I’ve had ones I would love to hit Undo on.

There are amazing people in fandom and there are fucking hilariously awful shitheads in fandom. The majority of people are decent, and they enjoy what I do, and if you start making content and sharing it, you will find people who enjoy what you do. There are people who follow me who shoot me out of the blue supportive Asks on bad days, who read my fic even when they don’t know the source material, who encouraged me to write my book and then bought the damn thing.

The purity police are scary, abusive fuckers. But they are not the majority, and the less you interact with them, the less they can affect you. They want an opponent, they want someone to fight so they can play victim, they want to be the Valiant Warrior Of Purity.

Ignore ‘em. Make them take their boring pedantic morality play elsewhere.

ETA: 7. Don’t fight the purity police and don’t try to convince them or win them over. It literally never works. These are people who are in a bad place and you cannot move them from that place. Only they can, when they grow the fuck up. Don’t do it. You will not win, you will expend energy on people who gobble it up to fuel their shitstirring and vagueblogging, and they will just know they can successfully antagonize you.

Take that annoyance and frustration. Channel it into writing more rad shit. 


I hope this helps at all, anon. Remember, also, that the AO3 is your friend, and you can keep your tumblr and your AO3 a little bit separated. That can help.

taekook fic rec #3

PLEASE feel free to recommend me any of your favorite BTS fanfics (any ship), because I will read them. Also, please let me know if you liked any of the stories I recommend!

IMPORTANT: All of the fics I rec will be on a scale of 8 to 10. (8- really good, happy I read it.  9- amazing, I loved it! 10- perfect, one of my favorites. [*]= top fave)

Enjoy and happy reading~

  1. Hit and Run

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook have been the top hitmen duo in Seoul since the day they picked up their first revolvers and shot a man without a second look back. But when they cross paths with a skilled hacker by the name of Kim Taehyung, things start to change up a little.

AU: Hitmen 

Rated: M

Length: 4 chps, 27.3k words

Warnings: Some violence and language  

My Review: Wow….I am so pleasantly surprised. I enjoyed this SO MUCH. The characterization was so on point along with the plot, romance, humor,…. everything. I never thought I would read a hitmen!AU for some reason and yet here I am today. It’s one of my top favorites. 

My Rating: 10/10 

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I really love your work, esp D:M. Can't believe it took me /this/ long to find it. Anyway, are you taking requests? (I really hope you are *creys*) I'd really like to know the reactions of the Miracle Boyfriend Club to Hinata (and maybe Kags too /shot). Maybe he can demo his ability on them? (lol) Bonus points if the Miracles get jelly *evil cackle* (yup i'll just let myself out) (ps: bless you author-san srsly; more power to you!!! ^^)

“Is anyone else a little freaked out by how easy that was?” Takao ventures.

“It is a little bit of a deus ex machina,” Himuro admits.

“Right,” Kagami says, “It’s like, Kuroko always says he doesn’t give up on a game because you never know what’ll happen, yeah? Like, a meteor might come and strike down the rest of the team before the game is over. I feel like that was a little bit like a meteor.”

Everyone momentarily pauses, impressed Kagami knew what a deus ex machina was.

Takao nods thoughtfully. “I mean, I didn’t even have to dress up like a hooker this time.”

“What?” Kasamatsu asks.

“Nothing,” Takao says. Kasamatsu, he realizes, was the only one here who didn’t see Takao in his hooker outfit and it’s probably for the best. Takao wants Kasamatsu to like him.

The boyfriends (or soon to be boyfriends, Takao thinks, since if Kagami’s not there yet there’s no way he won’t be soon. That video conference in the morning distinctly looked like they’d been sharing a bed) are huddled together marveling quietly at the abrupt appearance of Orange. Hinata Shouyou. Volleyball players in general, really. Like they’d all just needed a second to re-group because of this sudden and fortuitous turn of events. “Man, I can’t believe another one exists.”

“I know!” Himuro says. “And he’s so adorable and tiny. I want to put him in my pocket.”

“Don’t be patronizing,” Kasamatsu chides.

“He could probably still kill you,” Takao feels the need to point out. Although he gets where Himuro is coming from. Hinata is currently standing next to Murasakibara and it’s making a rather hilarious contrast.

“Quiet,” Kasamatsu reprimands sharply, and Takao grimaces. He very much doubts anyone can hear them, but given what they just narrowly escaped from, it is probably best not to press their luck.

“Sorry, sorry,” Takao says. He eyes Kagami, wondering how he’s doing from this sudden reappearance. Takao doesn’t know a whole lot about Orange, but Midorima had told him that he’d been close to Kuroko. As much as he’s glad that someone nice from Teiko actually survived, Takao can’t help feeling (guiltily) a little relieved that it’s not someone Midorima had a special bond with—he’s not sure he could compete with what it sounds like Hinata and Kuroko had. “How are you feeling about this?” he ventures, since Kagami is a friend, sorta.

“Jealous as hell,” Kagami says. And Takao has to blink, because he can’t believe Kagami just flat out said it like that. Then Kagami continues with, “I mean, he can fly.

“He can jump,” Himuro corrects, sounding amused.

“Really high!”

“Dude, you jump really high,” Takao says, still moderately baffled.

“Not like that! Man, I wouldn’t’ve wanted any of their other powers, but flight, come on.”

“Really? That’s the ability you’d want the most?” Himuro asks.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t?”

Takao shakes his head, thinking all things considered, Kuroko is probably better off that Kagami has a very simple point of view. He moves away then, because the volleyball players are just sticking with the volleyball players and the basketball with the basketball folk, and that can’t continue. There’s all these players together, and a convenient basketball court, and clearly some bonding needs to happen and Takao’s going to make sure that it does.

A/N: Dear first anon-friend, my sincerest apologies for how late this is! It is one of the oldest prompts in my inbox. (I am trying to make the effort to respond to the oldest of things). It’s not quite what you asked for, but I figured the JSDF gathering immediately after the Special Diet was the best bet to have the Miracle Boyfriends discuss Hinata, so I hope you enjoyed!! (Actually, I just hope that you see it, I feel super bad for how late this is… you might have given up… I’m so sorry…)

Second anon-friend, you actually submitted this today so it has not been as long of a wait for you and I was super pleased when I saw it had the response of, “hey, that’s the prompt I’m posting today!! Huzzah!! Timely response for at least one person…” Hope you also enjoyed =D

cuntdestroyer03  asked:

Admin Mawile❣ How would the brothers react to an s/o trying to have a bond, even if small, with them? Like napping with Shuu, or pranking people with Ayato? If you could, can you include what you imaging as bonding as well (like what the S/o is trying to do?) I'm sorry if I'm asking for a lot but I looooove your work and the effort you put into it as well as never sugar coating who the brothers are 💖👌🏻

Admin Mawile: (〃⌒∇⌒) Thank you!! 

Shuu (napping with him, trying to be quiet and not bother him):

-It’s annoying that you’re trying to get so close, and you’re a stupid human for thinking he’d ever have real feelings for you. It’s better that you’re finally cooperating and not making trouble for him, but he can’t help but be disgusted by the pathetic effort to reach out to him. 

Reiji (Obeying him, trying to meet his standards without arguing):

-While your efforts to be a more acceptable, well-mannered servant for him are much more pleasant than the usual fuss, you should know better than to expect any reciprocation. You’re prey and nothing more, and no amount of compliance will ever change that. 

Ayato (offering blood, going along with what he wants to do):

-Cooperating might make him hurt you less, and he falls for it distressingly easily. As soon as you start calling him the best, you can see the satisfaction in his eyes. It’s unlikely that you’ll be able to draw real feeling out of him, but you’re definitely securing a place as his favorite human. 

Kanato (catering to his every whim, agreeing with him):

-Quiet, submissive dolls are always better, and at least you’re smart enough to obey. You’re much more pleasant to be around now that you know how to shut up and be a good doll. He honestly doesn’t understand what you’re trying to do, and sees it as finally having broken you. 

Laito (entertaining him, accepting certain activities):

-He seems to be delighted with your compliance, and takes every opportunity to praise you for being so good for him. Despite the kind words, he’s as cruel as ever, and you can’t help but feel like you’re being used, like there’s nothing genuine about the affection he’s so willing to give. 

Subaru (keeping him company, while trying not be a bother):

-It’s annoying that you won’t leave him alone. You should be afraid of him, not acting like he’s something you can just make friends with. He goes out of his way to be more ferocious than ever in the hopes of scaring you off, and only gets more and more frustrated when it doesn’t work. 

Ruki (obeying him, showing interest in things he likes):

-While it’s good that you know enough to obey your master, he doesn’t like that you’re trying to act for yourself. If he wanted a bond from you, he would be the one to initiate it. It’s hard to find a reason to punish such obedience, but you’ll still be getting a thorough lecture on the matter. 

Kou (giving him what he wants, praising him and his idol business):

-At first, he accepts your sudden adoration as natural. It’s exactly how human women are supposed to behave, and only after reading your true thoughts does he realize that you’re much more serious. Then, in a slight panic, he resorts to manipulating you more than ever. 

Yuuma (helping in his garden, offering blood and sugar cubes):

-He takes the affection at face value and accepts whatever you want to do. If you want to bond with him, that’s your problem, he’s just going to enjoy the easy meals and extra help. Unconsciously, he might wind up feeling fondly towards you, but it’s unlikely that he’ll realize it. 

Azusa (hurting him, letting him cut you):

-You’ve basically won his eternal love. Since you hurt him so nicely, you must really care about him. Accepting pain from him too just solidifies the idea in his mind, and he becomes convinced that he’s someone very important to you. It’s worryingly easy to win him over. 

Carla (being respectful, submitting to his will without question):

-Your current behavior is exactly what he expects from a meager human. You should submit to the First Blood king in every way, and not just because you’re seeking some pathetic connection. He’s not going to lower himself to dealing with your feelings, so you’ll be allowed to carry on with it. 

Shin (trying to keep him amused, offering blood):

-He mostly just thinks it’s hilarious that you’re trying to reach out. You must be stupid for thinking that he’d ever really care about you, and despite how pleasant your methods are, he can’t help but want to mess with you even more. You’re a fun human to toy with, that’s fore sure. 

this ends now.

I almost never ask for support. especially not in situations where asking people to believe you turns into taking sides, but I’m asking for it now. I’m asking you to read all of this, and I’m asking you not to take sides, but to fight this behavior in your every day lives and refuse to take part in it. refuse to be a party to it, and stand up to it when you see it happen.

Treating someone the way I’ve been treated is wrong. it’s manipulative, hurtful, divisive, and downright cruel.

It’s bullying.

How does one explain the anger, stress, confusion, and isolation that rumormongering creates? especially in a tight-knit online community where attention is either earned through creating quality content or personal relationships with other users. pushing someone to distrust their own friends for fear of who has their ear is emotionally taxing. 

Having a sleepless nights every few weeks after getting alerted to some new way strangers on the internet are lying about your character just makes me want to leave tumblr altogether. but if I did so, they’d probably celebrate. they would win. and they would learn nothing.

Worse than the lies is the mystery and distrust. I could never be sure what insults were being laid against me and by who, as I had no way of tracking the influence of their leadership, and in every interaction I ever had with her, words were put into my mouth to twist new meaning into what I was saying. this is not only extremely frustrating, but it’s also an abuse tactic. Literally anything could be spread about me because those rumors didn’t have to be true and they didn’t have to have proof.
I composed an entire essay, just comparing the arguments that were being addressed against the ones I was actually making- this is not to mention the things I couldn’t know, but the gist of it:

  1. in seemingly-civil debate, my arguments were exaggerated until I nearly found myself disagreeing with the very argument that I was being told I was making. 
  2. in private conversations, very reasonable and polite requests- to change a misquote of marked-out words I had worked hard to find, a small alteration to a post that made OP sound more homophobic than I assumed they were (this was actually meant to protect them before it was publicly argued by someone else), or just honesty about what they had been told to believe about a stranger- these were misconstrued into harassment or badgering. 
  3. in private conversations initiated with my friends, my words were blatantly twisted in an attempt to draw a disagreement where one didn’t exist.

It doesn’t matter that I know my own intentions and I know what I’ve said and stand by it completely, my words have been twisted publicly, and I assume they’ve undergone much worse in private conversations between these people. people I had never even interacted with until given the suspicion that they were among the whispering- seemed to hold preconceived beliefs that I was abusive or racist or a misogynist. when I’ve attempted to privately talk to them and politely explain how their actions hurt me, I’ve been accused of harassment and blocked. I’ve had my one form of peaceable defense stripped from me because these people were unable to face the results of their own actions or even explain it to their victim (and believe me, I hate using that word) who was very willing to forgive and forget it. they continue to lie about it even now.

  • I was accused of misogyny and laziness for struggling to write domestic characters. I should not have to explain my own personal aversion to family life to be treated with dignity and not insulted.
  • I was then accused of taking things too personally- though the response I  was primarily defending against addressed a personal perspective I gave to answer the OP’s question (this is called gaslighting btw)
  • Rather than ‘getting in and getting out, letting go of the rope and not following up an undue amount,’ my posts were noticeably watched by parties interested in twisting my words without my knowledge until they inevitably restarted the open conflict. I facilitated that confrontation on a suspicion, but I was not wrong.
  • I was accused of being uncritical of historical figures (hilarious, right?) for suggesting we disproportionately criticize a soldier’s fathering while he was fighting overseas.
  • I was accused of racism and of denouncing all musical fics as problematic because I’ve been critical of fandom’s avoidance of history. not by the same person, and I had wanted to believe the collusion was coincidence. It apparently was not and therefore I assume the accusations were not. 
  • I was accused of sending a hateful anonymous message- which, first- is against every principal I have both in its anonymity and its cruelty, and second- wouldn’t strategically make sense to do since it would only give them a way to be victims.
  • Overall, I’ve had to watch false insults, both vague and blatantly stated, and supported by people I’ve. never. met. who had no good way of reaching these beliefs on their own.
  • and I’ve had to witness a blatant lying about the influence behind those beliefs.
    • “I might talk about them with friends, but like. They usually already know about and feel the same way about those people so I’m generally not telling them anything new or changing any hearts or minds”

So respectfully, fuck off.

You don’t get to hide behind each other and pretend your actions are not evil and cruel and abusive. you don’t get to cry about it with each other as though you’re the ones who have been harassed. and most of all you don’t get to bully me.

So. I haven’t named names. I could. I could also provide screenshots of pretty much everything I listed up there (minus a few things that I was just too shocked or immediately distressed to document). 

But- I don’t want to. I don’t want to care about it anymore. I don’t care about you. I don’t even care if one or more of these things wasn’t actually about me. the fact that you people have driven me to the paranoid belief that they are, is a testament to how fucked up you got my head. and worse- I feel like you’re all probably proud of that since you’ve all decided to hate me.

But, I hope you learn how to listen to what other people are saying when you’re arguing with them.  I hope you learn how to argue without twisting a challenging debater’s words to make them your enemy. I hope you learn how to recognize manipulative friends and the value of loyalty to yourself and to what’s right.  I hope you learn to truly accept responsibility for hurting others and I hope you learn how to actually grow from it instead of wallowing in pity for feeling like a mean person.

But mostly, I hope you take a long, honest and really really deep look at yourselves and reach a better place to be constructive to a better community. Because the one you’re creating for young people (yes, I’m younger than all you cowardly, lying little people) is toxic.

What Not to Do When Taking Public Transport

My brother just told me the most hilarious story about how he failed to navigate Melbourne’s public transport system, and I thought I’d share it.

So first off, we don’t live far away from the city, probably a 30-60 minute trip depending on traffic. Add in another 15 mins for finding where you want to go if you’ve never been there before, you’d assume he’d leave the house at 7am for an 8:15 arrival, right?

Well no. He left the house at 5am, and still managed to arrive 5 minutes late.

First off, if you’re not aware, Melbourne Uni is the biggest university in Melbourne (duh), and it has about 8 tram lines running straight to it, plus any number of busses. It’s not hard to find. Secondly, and slightly more forgiving in my brother’s case, is that Melbourne Uni is freaking huge. Seriously, it’s probably bigger than an average city block.

Anyway, so he leaves the house at 5am, and gets on a bus to the city. Okay, everything is going fine, he knows roughly when he’s supposed to get off and transfer to a different bus, he is handling this. Only he’s not. Because he’s somehow managed to get to the end of the bus line, all the way in Docklands, which is, like, the other side of the CBD from Melbourne Uni. So he tells the bus driver what bus line he was supposed to catch, and the bus driver tells him ‘Great, I know a shortcut! Take these streets and you’ll get there in no time!’

Now, literally any other Melbourne resident would have gotten on one of those 8 trams and have been there in no time, but, as I might have mentioned, my brother is terrible at navigating public transport. So he sticks to his blurry, vague map and his outdated list of instructions. 

He follows the bus driver’s advice and takes the shortcut, however when he arrives, there’s no bus stops in sight. Shit. So he starts walking in the direction he thinks he’s supposed to be going and comes across a bus stop. YES! It’s the one he needs. A bus comes along and he gets on. After four stops he realises he’s going in the wrong direction. Damn. Gets of and gets on in the other direction. ‘This bus going to Melbourne Uni?’ ‘Yep definitely, I’ll even tell you when we get there’ (Because even bus drivers can tell he’s really really lost by this point). He’s panicking a little because it’s nearly 8am and he still hasn’t gotten to the uni yet, but hey, whatever, he’ll do it.

He arrived where he’s supposed to be, but it’s not at the university, it’s at a junction. Shit. His map doesn’t tell him which direction he’s supposed to be going. He picks a direction and starts walking. In the first stroke of good luck this entire trip, he sees other students from his school, who are also going to the same function, and they know how to get to Melbourne Uni. Great! He’s done it, right?

WRONG. As I mentioned before, Melbourne Uni is seriously freaking large, and they’re searching for a specific section inside, Trinity College. They arrive at the gate, and, glancing at each other, realise that none of them know where Trinity College is. They’re racing down random paths, asking passing students if they know where Trinity College is, but Melbourne Uni is gigantic and none of these students know.

Finally, they find someone who does know where it is. ‘Head that way, and go to the spirally building, that’s the one’ She says. The boys race off, but pass EIGHT ‘spirally’ buildings before they find the sign for Trinity College. 

It’s 8:15am, and they still haven’t found the Chapel they’re supposed to be meeting at, so these boys are racing across the green, scanning the buildings to try and find a chapel-looking one. Finally, they find one, and burst in, just in time to be officially late. Again (my brother has the most late entrances to school in the history of the establishment. I’m honestly surprised he isn’t in permanent detention yet.).

So yeah, the moral of the story is to take a map of the city with you when travelling, and know vaguely how to use the public transport system, including major landmarks.

I was talking with @belldreams ​ last night and we both agree that it’s an absolute tragedy that there’s not more de-aged fic in the Star Wars universe, but especially because, like, okay, imagine it.

De-aged Obi-Wan!  So adorable and huggable!  Anakin can totally hug him as much as he wants!  He’s only sort of a Jedi at this point!  Anakin can still encourage all the “bad behavior” that Obi-Wan tries so hard to hide!

But then oh no tiny people have actual tiny people needs and this isn’t what he signed up for at all!  It’s Obi-Wan!  He’s supposed to be calm and even-tempered???  Why is this tiny Obi-Wan suddenly snapping at him and having a temper???  How do you handle this??

  • The first time Obi-Wan doesn’t follow Anakin’s logic, like, no, WHY CAN’T HE go along with to the dangerous battle zone? HE KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF.  How do you handle tiny little people who don’t listen to reason???
  • And little people need sleep, but little people don’t WANT sleep, so you have to make them sleep, but you can’t just shove them into their bed and Force hold them down, HOW TO MAKE THEM SLEEP??
  • “I told him not to go spy on that bounty hunter but then he snuck out the window and STOLE WINDU’S SPEEDER and now he’s in police custody HOW DID THIS HAPPEN HE’S OBI-WAN.
  • The first time Obi-Wan sneaks out, Anakin is SO PROUD OF HIM, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT :D???? but then it dawns on him HE IS A TINY PERSON RIGHT NOW HE COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT??? OH NO I HAVE TO WATCH HIM ALL THE TIME NOW!!!
  • The first time he has to go bail tiny Obi-Wan out of Jedi jail, it’s hilarious. It’s less hilarious when Obi-Wan breaks his arm and has to go to the medics.
  • And Obi-Wan likes medidating, right?? This will totally be easy to keep him contained, just sit him down in a quiet room and it’ll be easy peasy. EXCEPT TINY OBI-WAN IS LIKE “KRIFF THAT, I’M GOING TO THE TRAINING SALLES.”
  • The swearing that tiny Obi-Wan picks him from Anakin!  Also hilarious at first! But then HE WON’T STOP, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHEN TO STOP IT.  HE SWEARS AT THE JEDI LIBRARIAN. THAT’S, LIKE, WRONG.
  • It’s so frustrating! When Anakin was a youngling, he could barely sneak around properly to save his life!  But Obi-Wan’s really good at it! He’s not just mischievous, HE’S GOOD AT IT.  Obi-Wan manages to sneak through the entire Temple and actually FINDS the real lightsabers to train with and then manages to DESTROY THE SALLE BECAUSE HE DOESN’T ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO USE IT YET. HOW???
  • When Obi-Wan finally crashes at 3am, snoring away on the living room floor, Anakin curls up in bed and is catatonic for a few hours.  And he calls Ahsoka. “I need your help. Please.”  She rolls her eyes. “I TOLD you so.”
  •  And then there’s the “truth from a certain point of view” thing that Anakin was desperately hoping that he wouldn’t pick up again.  He’s SIX, he shouldn’t be that good at withholding the truth with a straight face like that! ANAKIN COULDN’T DO IT FOR SHIT, WHY IS OBI-WAN SO GOOD AT IT ALREADY???
  • Anakin, however, has a secret weapon up his sleeve.
  • Every time Obi-Wan gets in trouble, THAT’S IT CUDDLE TIME FOR AN HOUR, YOUNGLING.  That time Obi-Wan destroyed the training salle? THERE WERE SMOOCHES, TOO.
  • Tiny little Obi-Wan struggling to get away, yowling like he is being eaten by a gundark, LET ME GO, THIS ISN’T HOW JEDI ARE SUPPOSED TO ACT!!!
  • Well, Jedi aren’t supposed to sneak out at night against direct orders, ARE THEY? And the smoochings continue.
  • Tiny Obi-Wan GETS THE FLU.  :D AND DOESN’T WANT TO STAY IN BED, HE DOESN’T FEEL SICK AT ALL.  Until he crashes and then Anakin is all D: D: DDD: HE IS DYING
  • He can’t turn his back on Obi-Wan for a second, he has gotten WAY TOO GOOD at pretending to be asleep or too feverish to do anything. But the second Anakin leaves the apartment, just for give minutes to go get food from the cafeteria!!, and then Obi-Wan is GONE.
  • It takes him THREE HOURS to find Obi-Wan!  He looks EVERYWHERE. The training salles! Back to the cafeteria! The youngling creches! The hangar bays! He thinks of every place that he hid in as a youngling and Obi-Wan is NOWHERE.
  • Finally, Master Nu calls him and tells him there’s a sleeping child he might be interested in curled up in the back of the library.  And Anakin’s just. He sneaks out and drives me up the wall and he couldn’t at least go somewhere INTERESTING? WHY. WHY.  He could have at least been looking up something interesting! Something about flying! Looking up lightsaber combat lessons!  But no. He’s reading about some planet or other’s cultural history. WHY.
  • But one thing goes Anakin’s way:  He discovers, much to his surprise, Obi-Wan actually has a tremendous sweet tooth.  He LOVES anything sugary or fizzy, his whole little face LIGHTS UP. And oh man Anakin is going to REMEMBER THIS when Obi-Wan is big again.  Because no matter how grumpy tiny Obi-Wan gets with him, he can always make that little face light up by offering him candy.
  • “Look, if you promise to stay put–AND ACTUALLY STAY PUT–while I go on this mission, which will only take TWO DAYS, I will take you to get the biggest sundae you can eat.”
  • Obi-Wan holds him to that promise of the sundae, which is honestly almost as big as he is, at six. But Obi-Wan makes a valiant go of it. Sadly, Anakin is also the one who has to clean up when tiny Obi-Wan throws it back up an hour later. HE WARNED OBI-WAN THAT HE’D GET SICK, WHY DIDN’T HE LISTEN??? but also he’s too adorable when he doesn’t feel good and Anakin is torn between WHY ME and OMG SO CUTE.
  • Anakin has approximately eight thousand holos of tiny Obi-Wan drooling in his sleep. Each and every one is precious to him.
fanfic star wars holodrama thing

Dear Master,

It’s been many years since you joined the Force, and I still swear sometimes I can feel your presence.  You’d be so proud of Anakin, he’s grown into a fine young man and in fact it is likely that you would have found his latest antics hilarious.  You see, long story short, Anakin has written a rather in depth PloKit “fanfiction” I believe is what it is called.  And Yoda, being the troll he is “ships” Mace/Plo and the two of them get into all sorts of arguments.  I know that Anakin is unaware of his adversary’s identity but Yoda takes great delight in
trolling, pun intended,  my now grown Padawan.

I have a feeling if you were still here there’d be a new account on the HoloNet sites writing some sort of epic to resolve all the issues - perhaps involving a triad arrangement like you did on that political mission early in my Padawan days.  I imagine that if you and Tahl were both still here you’d have your own following of dedicated fans.

As for myself I stay clear of the drama as much as possible.  Although you’d probably be amused to know that I do sometimes participate.  No-one has discovered my identity yet.  I think.

However the holodrama and the fiction has pushed public opinion of the Jedi back into a more positive light, and not only that but it gives the younglings who wish to do things differently a way to challenge established Masters.  The Council finds all the hyperbole around the relationships and videos to be hilarious but it has also allowed for an increase in affection between us - an understanding is growing that love is not attachment, that attachment can lead to the Dark Side but it does not have to - it can be an anchor in the Light for those who need it

And with the war, I think many of us need it.

I miss you, my Master


(p.s. if you’re One with the Force can you still see the HoloNet?  Is there a ForceHoloNet?  If so I hope it is full of ridiculous things like we have here that they could make you smile.)

@forcearama @tygermama @anyone else invested in this silly awesomeness

The Apple - S.K

gnere: flufffff

warnings: -

word count: 910

summary: “but i didn’t eat the apple, did i?”. The boy with the chubby cheeks and a sense of humour, funny friends and now your name card.

a/n: o no, i’m so sorry about being away for so long guys…… serious writers block and a bunch of other stuff came up, but I have a few things lined up that i hope you will enjoy… hoping to hopefully post some valentines day stuff??? no promises thooo…

xx Admin Sunny

Of course you enjoyed working at the cafe that you worked at. You were a graduate fresh out of college and really didn’t want to dive head first into the pool of working business people, you always though you were too energetic for an office job.

“Can I have that apple?” you heard a voice interrupt your thoughts. It came from this young man who had the most adorable squishy cheeks ever and a fair complexion to go with it. He was tall for the way he looked, which was almost like a middle school boy, although most anyone knew it wasn’t true.

You too the apple and passed it to him with a gentle smile on your face, “That’ll be a dollar.”

“Then, can I trade this apple for a pear?” He said again, putting the apple back in its spot as you passed him the pear. You looked at him with a questioning look, wondering what he was trying to pull with this trade.

Keep reading


So last night I read a headcanon about Nico finding out that gay marriage was legalized (I don’t know who wrote it) and it was super cute and then mind started racing and I remembered a hilarious US tradition called the racing of the interns where the interns literally sprint to tell the awaiting press of the supreme court decision before it gets online and then solangelo came to mind and THEN THIS HAPPENED

  • Will has been dreading this day for nearly a week, ever since he found out he would be running on TODAY of all days
  • It was June 26th, 2015 and today would either be the best day of his life or just another disappointment 
  • Will had gotten an internship at the supreme court about four months ago after he got a promising law degree from the University of New Rome
  • Much to everyone’s surprise, he didn’t want to be a doctor, he had had enough of watching his friends die on the operating table, he just couldn’t do it anymore
  • So he decided to go for law, try to fix people’s lives instead of watching them fade away
  • When he got the internship in DC, he was ecstatic, he was even able to convince Nico, his amazing boyfriend of three years to move there with him
  • He had done plenty of runs in the past, he was even able to announce a few
  • But today was different
  • He never wanted something to get passed into law so badly before
  • As soon as he learned that he might announce to the country that same sex marriage would be legalized, he called Nico at the first possible chance to tell him
  • Nico was nervous to say the least, but Will could tell that he was beyound excited
  • They were even able to talk the seven and a few others to come down to DC and wait outside for the announcement with the press
  • If only they knew what Will was planning
  • He got the idea almost immediately, he talked it over with the other interns and to his surprise, they were all for it, the even went as far as to help convince the guards to let him do what he was planning
  • Now the only thing left was for the judges to legalize it
  • So here he was, standing outside the door of the court, his heart racing violently as he clutched a piece cloth in his hands, waiting for the paper that could make the day go down in history
  • After 10 minutes, a man in a suit came out and handed them all the paper with a knowing smile on his face
  • The intern that he gave it to held the paper to his face as he read the news, the looked up at Will with a huge grin on his face
  • “The plans a go Will!”
  • Will never tied something around his neck so fast, once he had it secure, he grabbed the paper just to make sure it was true, the bolted out into the yard, the others giving him a head start
  • The moment Will turned into the main yard with a rainbow flag trailing behind him like a cape, he could hear the cheering from the crowd
  • He was out of breath when he reached the mic, but it didn’t matter, his smile was still plastered on his face as he read the news the world had been waiting to hear
  • “On this day of June 26th 2015, same sex marriage has been legalized in all 50 of the United States!”
  • All he could do was laugh as the crowd cheered. His eyes searched through the people to see his boyfriend who was brought to tears with the rest of the seven surrounding him screaming like banshees 
  • “ And I would like to say just one more thing before we move on, something I thought I was never going to be able to say.”
  • “Nico Di Angelo, will you marry me?”
  • The best part of Will Solace’s life was kissing his now fiance at the steps of the supreme court building with a rainbow cape tied around his neck for the entire world to see
A Barisi Primer / Fic Rec

Let me take this opportunity to welcome all the new Barisi fans. Now that the 16th season of SVU is available on Netflix, I’ve been seeing a lot of new Carisi fans (obviously) but also a lot of people who see the potential in a Barba/Carisi pairing (somewhat less obviously).

So, in case you’re looking for fic (/understatement), let me rec some stories I’ve enjoyed.

A few notes:

- The list is in random order, and it’s by no means exhaustive (sorry if I’ve left someone out!), but it might still be useful to new shippers.

- I limited my recs to AO3 because I’m lazy and it’s easier for me to find links there, but the Barisi tumblr tag is a treasure trove of awesomeness and I suggest you get scrolling, if you haven’t already.

- I will, however, tag some tumblr users who have fabulous Barisi tags and tons of great stories (not to mention gifs and edits) on their blogs, to get you started:

notmyyacht, raptor–whispererchiltonsfluffyhair, frederick-chilton-ruined-my-life, law-and-order-sv-do-me, skittle479, anexcessoffeels, booyah-carisi, yunafire, and many many more you can find with a bit of scrolling. You won’t even have to scroll that far down, the tag moves kind of slowly (/gross understatement).

- Lastly, I’m only reccing 1 fic per author, but you should read all the Barisi these people have written because it’s legit. And also because, like, you’re gonna read all the Barisi that exists anyway, there’s not a lot of it.

The List:

In Vino Veritas by etothepii

Beautiful story. Extremely realistic, it includes a case that’s just perfectly integrated, great dialogue, and great interactions between Sonny and the rest of the squad, with some real world building. Also, a very interesting spin on Sonny and how he goes through life, as well as a warmly sympathetic yet in-character Barba.

baby let me be your second best by thatviciousvixen

This one hits me where I live. It really captures the pairing as I see it. Sweet, dear Sonny being all happy and bubbly and loveable, but not understanding that he is all those things. And Rafael not being quite the hardass workaholic many assume him to be. There’s great insight into Barba in this one, about how he balances his job and his personal life. It’s sweet, fluffy, a little angsty and just lovely.

Ready and Waiting to Fall by wordsinbetween

One of the first stories I ever read for the pairing, and one I really love. A post-December Solstice story (so new viewers might want to watch episode 16x16 first, since it gives poor Barba some backstory). This fic is such a warm fix-it, it’s moving in a realistic, almost matter-of-fact way, and it’s so beautifully descriptive. It really makes you feel what the characters feel.

Pratfall by headbuttingbears

Hilarious and sexy. The hilarity lies in the fact the set-up is totally over the top, and yet Sonny and Rafael’s reactions are totally in character. The sexiness lies, well, everywhere. Great dialogue, a lot of fun, and a great ‘starter’ fic for new shippers, I think. This author has written a lot for the pairing, so do check them out.

Plus One by cocoamooseketeer

The classic ‘Person A needs a date for a wedding’. Let’s face it, we all like to see the main tropes when it comes to our OTP. The classics are classics for a reason, and this wonderful little story proves it. Sonny is cutely clumsy and Barba is calm and collected, and they talk, and they dance, and they just fit. A feel-good story if there ever was one. For the exact opposite, a feel-terrible story, you might want to try ‘Visit’ by the same author. Or not.

Snips and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails  by blithesea

Adorable beyond words. Rafael-centric, in which Rafael is called to babysit Noah. And he gets a little help which he may or may not need. Very in-character, with Sonny being super helpful and eager, and Barba being hilariously grumpy. Great set-up, realistic reactions, a bit of implied pining (which I do love) and an overall lovely story.

Arrest Me by Xavantina

Delicious, delicious smut. Which could describe all the stories by this author. This particular story is kinky with a side of feels, and it should fit your needs perfectly if you’re a new shipper of this rare pairing (i.e. you’re looking for all the precious smut you can find). For those who are so inclined, she’s also written some Amarisi (Amaro/Carisi, talk about rare pairings) which is just, yeah.

Peccable by wordhouse

Tiny yet great. A sexy lil’ ficlet that’s just perfectly them (them, as in cocky Sonny and scowly Barba, making a mess).

Untitled by greasycarisi

Adorable domestic fluff. Because we all need that too. That angst-free, cuddly, warm sweetness. Sonny and Rafael paint their bedroom, and it’s a lot cuter than you could ever imagine.

And, um, let me also rec my own work again, because why not:

I’ll be Home for Dinner by Kaye_21

The first fic I ever wrote. Because I love Sonny, and I wanted to write something longer from his perspective. The jumping-off point is the squad’s less than enthusiastic reactions to Sonny’s input, and the meat of the story details Barba’s subtle encouragement. The story is canon-compliant (if Barba wanting to get into Sonny’s pants can be considered canon-compliant. Which it totally can). It has 2 sequels (and a third one in the making, ahem).

Oh and I hope you all watch this video in HD, just because:

So, new viewer with good taste and a keen eye for awesome pairings, treat yo self to some Barisi. There isn’t a lot of it out there, but what is out there is pretty great. Enjoy and, hell, maybe contribute! That’s how I started, my thirst for more Barisi is what got me writing. Maybe the same will happen to you!

It’s official: MCU’s Tony Stark has a deep crush on Natasha Romanoff!

since: 2010 (holy shit, it’s been six years,  poor Tony)

Do you think this looks like newspaper title? You’re right, because you’re going to read a huge article about my obsession. Not just mine, I hope. All of you, who are reading this now, have the same obsession, jesus, don’t you?! First of all, my thanks go to my beloved, my angel, my sister, my partner in crime, my smut person, my everything - if you’re reading this, you know it’s about you. Ok, so. This is all to emotional sphere. You’re asking why, because it will be full of emotions and theories and what? If it comes to Ironwidow, it’s not just emotions. It’s a huge highway of feels. So now!

WARNING: Please, be solidare and try to find differences between MCU and comics, because these two things has NOTHING to do with each other, maybe just names of the characters. Everything is possible in comics, but not in MCU. In alternative universe in comics there is Tony for example, who changed to woman (sorry, Stony fans, I will never ever like you ship). It simply can’t happen in MCU, so deal with it. Is that clear? I hope so. Just think about it before you freak out because all of the golden speech I will throw up here. Thanks!

They have a history. Um, yeah, let’s think it straight. They’re only members of Avengers, that have a history. I mean, they met at least once before start of the Avengers shit (Sorry, Fury, I love you). And it’s not something weak and cheesy and funny. It’s very serious. Tony trusted her, she betrayed. Sounds like a beginning of lovestory to you? Perfect. Because it is.

They fit together. Perfectly. They’re almost the same types of persons. Tough on the outside, fragile and weak in the inside. They’ve got the same issues with their history, what they’ve done to innocent people. Natasha is stronger, actually. A lot. He’s just dissapointed, because everybody he ever loved left him - his parents, Pepper, Rhodey got injured by his own invention. So, no surprise he’s just what he is. A  fragile person who wants to help people just so desperately. He wants to change himself, but he can’t, because if he did, it would kill him. And he still tries. How can anyone hate him? It’s almost reprehensible. He makes me feel like I must call animal rights activists right now, because puppies don’t deserve to suffer.

She cares about him. A lot.

1. Don’t you dare tell me you never noticed it. So, Iron Man 2. Yeah, as I said in the first paragraph, that’s when she acted like a dick to him. But it all has it’s meaning. But, before start of the birthday party Tony got, she actually didn’t want him to come, because she’d been worried about him. She knew all of the details of his palladium issue. And he knew it too, because he asked her one simple question: If it was your last birthday party you will ever get, what would you do? Gosh, he knew it. My poor baby knew that he’s going to die, if he doesn’t figure out something as soon as possible. And she knew that too, because she replaid with something completely straight: I would do whatever I wanted to do, with whoever I wanted to do it with. If you don’t saw that, then I don’t know. It was a message. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but he didn’t do that, because he already had some feelings for Pepper. Dammit, Tony, you were so dumb. What’s better than beautiful curvy redhead? Tell me what? Nothing.

2. In the first Avengers movie, it’s pretty rough between them. They don’t talk, because why the fuck would they have to. Other reference to beginning of a lovestory. They’re mad at each other. But, despite it, Natasha is the only one who worries about him. Everybody else’s just like „Yeah, he saved our asses, he saved our lovely NY, no more alliens, no more problems, no more government.” But also no more Stark. They were all so selfish, they didn’t think about the fact that they could lost him. They realized it later. Soon, but later. But Natasha didn’t. She knew it for all the time, she begged him to come on and she smiled when he was falling down from the sky. ADORABLE.

3. You know what? Age of Ultron broke my Ironwidow heart. I will never get over the fact that they put such a character like Natasha is into such a nonsense relationship like Brutasha is. There’s no logic, but fuck it. It would be a topic for another huge article. But, even she was crazy in love with Banner, it sparkled between her and Tony. Even they didn’t talk actually, there were sparks. Little looks, Tony’s teasing about her and Banner (he’s jealous, just sayin’). He didn’t forget, and neither did she, because it all grew up in Civil War.

4. Despite the fact that Civil War was absolute lack of everything I hoped for, and now I don’t mean just Ironwidow, it was a huge Tony/Nat container of feelings. I mean, it all repeated. Teasing (the couch scene was just hilarious, the way she spelled his name and looked at his ass with a slight smile when he stood up, SWEET JESUS), the fact that Tony touched his very bottom again and the „Are you okay?” scene was just a different way how to tell that  “I would do whatever I wanted to do, with whoever I wanted to do it with” thing, heartbreaking scene in front of the window, where she wants him to lay off his ego at least once (to think straight and don’t mess the conflict with their love - translation). And finally, the helicopter scen, where he talks to Friday. He says, that he imagined her as a redhead. If you’re not 1000% sure now, that he’s got a crush on her, I don’t know on what planet you’ve been living for last few years.

So, what do you think? Does Tony Stark have a deep crush on Natasha Romanoff, or it’s just my imagination? Tell me, please.

anonymous asked:

in the anabasis verse, how do anakin and padme fit together as people? what do they actually like about each other? i get the feeling you're constructing a much healthier relationship than canon; how does that work out? you always have the best meta about how people work as people, as directly opposed to george lucas's complete lack of comprehension of how real life human emotions work (exhibit a: "my heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar") and i'm really curious!

Hey now, be fair! Anakin’s dreadful lines in canon would actually work really well…if they were just delivered in a completely different tone.

Like, “My heart is beating… hoping that kiss will not become a scar” as said in the film is painfully melodramatic and ridiculous. But the same line delivered deadpan? Hilarious. Or said with dramatic flair while throwing a hand over his brow and swooning backward over the arm of the couch? Amazing.

What I’m saying is the dialogue as is actually could have been really cute and funny if it just…didn’t take itself seriously. You missed such an opportunity there, George.

tl;dr: Let Anakin be a dweeb.

But I’m supposed to be talking about Anabasis. And as this is probably gonna get long, here’s a cut.

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jordanalane  asked:

You're OTP at Hogwarts.

O___O aaaaah…

You want me to write my thoughts on it or to write a short story (YEAH RIGHT, SHORT! AS IF THAT WERE POSSIBLE!) of it?

Because… I guess I’ll do both! :D

Naturally Azula will be Slytherin, that can’t even be questioned. Sokka is a smart guy… though a brave guy too. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Weeeeeell, for the sake of opposites and for fueling their rivalry… I guess we’ll have him in Gryffindor xD

Surely they’re both top of the class and houses, because Azula is a prodigy and Sokka is a very talented student, as proven by canon. Azula’s favorite subject… either Transfigurations or Potions. I’m pretty sure she’d have fun transfigurating things when nobody’s watching just for the sake of creating a little chaos xD and she enjoys concocting plots… why not potions? xD Sokka would like Defense Against the Dark Arts, surely.

And the finishing touch… they’d both play quidditch, surely. Azula gets to be Slytherin’s main chaser, while Sokka is Gryffindor’s beater. She keeps evading his bludgers and Sokka gets increasingly frustrated by that xD yet in turn he’ll probably manage to frustrate plenty of her attempts at scoring with the help of his team mates. Once they’re more advanced they could both be team captains and then we get all that crazy tension pouring out in that ‘friendly’ handshake before the game begins…


“I expect a fair game, from both teams. Am I clear?" 

The handshake was firm, their gazes colliding as they missed out on the words from the referee, Master Piandao. Gold clashing against azure, her green robes contrasting with his red tunic… determination poured out of both of them. They refused to let the other win. They would claw their way into triumph, no matter the cost… because in the game between them, neither could accept losing.

It had been that way ever since Azula had entered Hogwarts, so many years ago, and landed herself in Slytherin. Sokka was friends with her older brother, Zuko, who was the bane of the family for winding up in House Gryffindor. Azula had come to gloat the day after her Sorting at the Gryffindor table, and Sokka had lashed out to help his friend immediately. Surprised by this boy’s quick defense of her brother, Azula had grown uneasy regarding Sokka at first, but it took her no time to decide he was simply another great target to tease and mock.

It had always been fun to deal with the Gryffindor peasant, as she liked to refer to him. Mostly because he would always have an answer for everything she dared say to him, and that amused Azula. She wanted to know how far could she take him until he couldn’t help but snap…

They were two years apart in school, but the age difference barely mattered when Azula always acted as though she were much older than she really was. The young Slytherin had also taken upon learning as much magic as she could, looking up complicated spells in books that she was certain nobody else her age  could conjure.

One time she had been meaning to reach out for a book in the Library… and he happened to reach for it at the same time. Naturally, an argument had ensued over who had reached for it first, who needed it more, who wasn’t an advanced enough witch to read that, who wasn’t a competent enough wizard to understand it…

In the end, the argument had escalated to the point of both of them being sent to detention upon being caught on the verge of casting spells at one another. Sokka hadn’t cared at all about earning himself a detention, Gryffindors happened to land themselves into trouble at all times, but Azula was downright horrified. And what horrified her most was the fact that the detention had been comprised by helping out Professor June, of Care for Magical Creatures, in sorting out the food to feed the animals. And the sorts of food they ate was even worse than the creatures, or so it seemed to Azula.

Sokka had been rather amused by watching her struggle with the worms destined to be eaten by the jobberknolls, but aftewards he decided, and he made it clear it was against his better judgment, to take upon that task himself. He had left her with the responsibility of cutting up the lettuce for the flobberworms while he dealt with the more disgusting meals, that included dead rats and small birds for some of the larger creatures.

Such display of kindness from him had baffled her. She had spent her first two years in Hogwarts pestering him non-stop… and yet he had decided to spare her from an unpleasant task and taken upon it himself. Why? She couldn’t understand it. Was it just because she was his friend’s sister? Maybe that was it… but she doubted it. Being Zuko’s sister hadn’t made him nicer to her before this incident…

They became a bit more cordial after this, but mostly because now Azula was simply curious towards Sokka. He hadn’t changed in the slightest, he remained the same foolish Gryffindor she had enjoyed irritating so much… and yet she couldn’t get that simple act of kindness out of her mind. Were all Gryffindors like him? Or was it just… him?

On her third year, she concluded it was just him. If all other Gryffindors were as interesting as he was, girls would flock towards them too, wouldn’t they? It had began with that Ravenclaw, Yue… upon seeing them holding hands the first time, Azula’s stomach sank even though she barely understood why. He was a dumb peasant, a fool whose spells kept backfiring on him, her brother’s moron friend… what did it matter to her if he dated someone or not?

Upon that, she had began pestering him again, to Sokka’s slight confusion. They had been getting along quite well for a while, and yet there she was, barging into the middle of what should have been his private picnic with Yue to tell him this was her area of the Lake and that they should scram. Sokka had been confused at first, and willing to oppose Azula, yet Yue had told him not to worry, that they could go enjoy their picnic elsewhere. Sokka had smiled at her, being the goof in love he was, and done as she wished, to Azula’s chagrin.

On a visit to Hogsmeade, she had barged into Madam Puddifoot’s along with her two Slytherin friends, Mai and Toph (the latter was only a First Year, but she and Azula had bonded quite quickly upon realizing they were both quite talented in magic and also in irritating other people), to discover the shop was full… hence she had asked her dear friend Sokka if perhaps he minded they sat with them. Sokka had been horrified, but Yue had accepted the company with a smile. Sokka had dragged Azula out of the shop a moment later, asking her what was she trying to pull. Azula had found herself unable to answer with anything but a smile, at which Sokka had been rather confused. Since when did Azula smile at him? Her gesture had frozen him cold, and Azula had entered the shop again. She had told her friends that perhaps they would do better in another store, and the three of them had walked off again. And now Sokka was VERY confused.

Sokka’s question had actually gotten the engines in Azula’s mind moving. What was she doing? Why did she care so much about whom he dated? She felt so foolish afterwards that she had began avoiding Sokka, to keep him from asking any questions about her intentions towards him ever again. Because she didn’t know what she wanted from him, and she sure as hell didn’t think she was ready to find out.

His relationship with Yue hadn’t lasted long, though. The girl had been transferred out to Beauxbatons on her sixth year, and Sokka had been left behind, moping over breaking up with her… but to Azula’s irritation, Sokka’s depression had subsided quite quickly when he had found himself his next girlfriend, that lame Hufflepuff girl who had always been friends with Sokka and Zuko. Now, Azula could understand that Sokka might be attracted to Yue… but this girl, Suki? Was his taste really that bad?

Well, if it was, then all the more reason she should have nothing to do with him.

Sokka had been quite surprised when Zuko arrived to the common room one day, looking slightly disturbed. Sokka had asked him about what bothered him… and Zuko had revealed, to Sokka’s utter shock, that Azula had gotten involved with one of her Slytherin seniors, Jet. Zuko could hardly understand how his sister had found herself a boyfriend… Sokka could hardly understand why suddenly he felt like punching that cocky guy on the face. He had never gotten along with Jet, but to think he was with Azula, of all people… It wasn’t as though he cared much about her, because he didn’t! But… but she was his friend’s younger sister. And he knew Jet was no good for her.

Azula had raised an inquisitive eyebrow when Sokka had asked her for a word. She had told him she had final exams to worry about, yet he had insisted he needed to talk.

"He isn’t good news, Azula!” Sokka had insisted, and Azula had just shaken her head in utter disbelief.

“And what should it matter to you if I date someone who ‘isn’t good news’?” Azula asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… it shouldn’t have mattered to you either back then” Sokka had replied, lowering his gaze.

Azula had felt the color rushing to her face, and she had clenched her fists. He had no business saying that… he had no right…

“Look… I get that you had been looking out for me like you would for Zuko” Sokka had continued “So let me look out for you as I would with Katara: that guy is just no good for you, Azula”

Azula’s blush had vanished as she looked at him in utter disbelief.

“Looking out for you as if you were…? As if I saw you as a brother?” Azula asked, with a dangerous smirk.

“W-well… yeah?” said Sokka, surprised by the sudden change on her demeanor.

“So… you see me as if I were your dear little sister?” Azula asked next, folding her arms over her chest.

“N-not exactly” Sokka had muttered. This wasn’t going half as well as he hoped… oh, this girl was going to curse him any time now, he knew it, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done it… “That’s… that’s beside the point, you know? I’m just trying to keep you from making a mistake that will ruin your life forever!”

“Ah… too bad you and I never agree on anything, though” said Azula, approaching him as her voice tone changed unexpectedly.

“Wha-…?” Sokka had muttered.

“You see… if you want to keep me from making a regrettable mistake, then I’ll feel far more willing to make it” Azula muttered, standing only inches from him.

Suddenly Sokka was too aware of the fact that this girl in front of him was Azula. Suddenly he was too aware of the fact that, aside from being Zuko’s sister, she was a girl… Suddenly he was too aware of the fact that she was far prettier than he had ever realized. It was because of that malice, those wicked smirks that always warned him that she was up to no good, that he had never quite taken her beauty into account…

And as those thoughts scrolled through his mind, her hand had darted up to his tie and she had pulled him down to her, joining her lips with his.

Sokka’s hands had gone to her shoulders instinctively, in order to push her away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It took him a moment to register the fact that he was kissing her back quite enthusiastically, kissing that very girl who had always annoyed him, the one who would call him names and who had too fun a time by transforming the cover and back of his books into wings. The books would fly away from him and he would be left screaming in despair, wondering how was he supposed to return that to the Library now while she laughed at his misery…

That very mischievous girl was here now, still pulling his tie as she put her everything into that kiss. And he couldn’t push her away. He wouldn’t. His fingers dug into her arms now, and he brought her closer as he kissed her back more passionately than he would have expected from himself.

Azula found herself wishing she could have cast a spell that enabled them to keep kissing despite lacking air… but if such a thing existed, she hadn’t learned it. They had pulled away after a while, panting and looking at each other in utter disbelief. They were both involved with someone else at the moment… they shouldn’t have done this! And yet…

Zuko had barged into the common room two days later, now looking relieved. Sokka had hardly looked up from the book he was reading upon his friend’s arrival. He truly wasn’t reading, though. All he could do was relive that kiss in his mind, that forbidden kiss, that wrong kiss that had felt so right…

“She broke up with him” Zuko had declared, dropping on the couch next to Sokka. Sokka jumped at that.

“W-wha…? Who broke up with who?” Sokka asked, trying not to look too eager at the bit of news Zuko had brought him.

“Azula with Jet” said Zuko, smiling “I think she had just gotten with him to annoy me, she’s got to know I hate the guy… but it surprises me she broke up with him so fast. Here I thought she would be willing to marry him just to spite me…”

Sokka felt like a fool for having been so eager to hear about Azula breaking up with Jet. It shouldn’t concern him… it shouldn’t! But nothing was the same after that kiss… nothing could remain the same. And he was well aware of that.

Azula was a Quidditch prodigy, or so had said Master Piandao when he had first watched her flying on a broomstick. Thus, nobody had been too surprised when Azula had been given the position of Team Captain on her fifth year. Most her team was comprised by boys taller and burlier than she was, and yet she ruled them with an iron fist. They admired her, and they also feared her. And that pleased her.

Training for the Slytherin Quidditch Team had begun quite early in the school year, as their new Captain had wanted it. Azula would often train her teammates until it seemed they were about to pass out of exhaustion. This time, though, they had been dismissed early because of a storm that had begun pouring when they were still flying. Training in those conditions when it was already getting late seemed a bad idea to Azula. She didn’t want anyone in her team catching a cold that would render them unable to continue training properly, or worse, to miss out on an official match.

Yet she would always stay behind in the dressing rooms after every training session, and today’s rain wouldn’t make that any different. She was rather busy trying to figure out strategies for their first game of the year… their game against Gryffindor, the team Sokka led.

The sole thought made her stomach flutter. She hadn’t talked to him ever since they had kissed, and she had only seen him in passing a few times after returning to Hogwarts. He was supposed to graduate this year… The idea shouldn’t bother her in the slightest, she would be better off as far from him as she could be. She had broken things off with Jet… but for all she knew, Sokka was still dating his dumb Hufflepuff girl. And if he could still date her after the kiss they had shared…

Ugh, thinking about that just made her sick to her stomach. Of course he could date her, she had been the one who had kissed him foolishly, who had broken up with Jet because she had thought maybe he would follow her lead… but he had absolutely no obligation to do what she had. Especially not if he just saw her as a younger sibling… again, the idea made her want to vomit. How could he see her as a sister? Did his sister despise him as much as she did…?

The door to the dressing room opened with a creak, to her surprise. The sound of the rain pellets plummeting down was all she heard before she lifted her head to see if perhaps one of her teammates was returning to pick up something he had forgotten…

Never had she expected to find the Captain of the very Team she had been planning to defeat.

“I… I was told I’d find you here…” Sokka muttered, breathing heavily. It would seem he had come down to the dressing room in a full sprint.

Azula looked at him in surprise before rolling close the parchment she had been developing her plans on. She stood up from the desk she had been sitting at in order to glare at Sokka threateningly.

“My, my… if it isn’t the Gryffindor Captain barging into the room to discover what strategies Slytherin’s Captain had developed to defeat his lousy team. And then they say we’re the cheaters…”

“Wha-…? I didn’t come here to steal your strategies!” said Sokka, looking at her in disbelief. His hair was dripping wet.

“No? Then why are you here?” Azula asked, frowning “Shouldn’t you be wasting your life away with your petty girlfriend?”

Sokka found himself lowering his gaze as he chuckled, amused by her response. Why hadn’t he realized what that behavior of hers meant until they had kissed? She had begun pestering him again right when he had gotten himself a girlfriend the first time… and she had turned extremely hostile towards Suki when he had started dating her. It all made sense… and he had been too stupid to see it. No wonder he wasn’t in Ravenclaw…

“I don’t have a petty girlfriend anymore, Azula” Sokka muttered.

Azula’s eyes widened as she looked at him in astonishment. He didn’t…? Then… things were over between him and Suki?

“And I actually haven’t had one for months now” said Sokka “We broke up before last year’s End-of-Term Feast, even”

“How…? But…” Azula looked at him in astonishment.

“How did you not know?” Sokka asked, amused “I think you and your brother need to communicate more. He’s well aware of it”

“B-but… why?” Azula asked “How, all of sudden, now… why did you…? Why do you think this would matter to me at all?”

“Well, I…” said Sokka, being the startled one now “I just… I figured…”

“You figured I… I would want to be part of your set, is it?” Azula asked, raising her eyebrows “You’ve got Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff down, so now you’re out for the Slytherin?”

“That’s not… no!” said Sokka, surprised “Why would I do something like that?! You think I’m collecting girls?!”

“I have no reason to think otherwise” said Azula, shrugging “After all, you did say you were looking out for me as you would for a sister…”

“I… I said something stupid” Sokka muttered “That was… that was the wrong way to put it”

“Oh, was it, now?” Azula asked, glaring at him.

“I didn’t really understand what I felt until… until I looked into your eyes, I think” Sokka said, looking at her earnestly “I thought I was just worried about you as I would be over Katara, if she were to date a guy I don’t approve of… but if she finds herself a good guy, I’d be fine with her relationship. But… but with you, I just…”

“What?” Azula asked, her heart thumping in her chest as she waited for him to finish exposing his thoughts.

“With you, I don’t think I’d be fine with any relationship you’re in” Sokka muttered, his cheeks reddening slightly “E-even if the guy you choose is great, I… I would want to bash his skull inwards with my bat just because he’s with you and I’m not”

Azula’s eyes widened at that. How had this come to pass…? How was this soaking wet Gryffindor confessing he liked her when she had thought there was no hope for them? How…?

“I… I want to be with you, Azula” Sokka muttered, looking at her again.

“Oh…?” Azula said, gripping her scroll a little tighter than she should. Her nails dug into the paper and she was sure she was ripping it up, but she barely cared right now “Well, I think… I think it won’t work out well for you to bash your own skull inwards with your bat…”

“What…?” Sokka said, blinking a few times in disbelief.

“You did say you wouldn’t be fine with any relationship I had, doesn’t that include a potential relationship with you?” Azula asked, shrugging carelessly.

Sokka looked at her in disbelief. He had just poured his heart out to her, and this was her response?! Well, he should have seen it coming… clearly, she was just covering up for insecurities. And he could accept that, despite wishing he could take her into his arms right now to kiss her again. If she needed time to consider getting involved with him, he had no say upon the matter…

“R-right…” Sokka said, smiling “Does sound like a bad idea to do that to myself. So… yeah. I guess… that’s that, then”

Azula was surprised when he backed down without a fight. What had happened to the Gryffindor boy who would always have a response to everything she dared throw his way? But she could see the hurt in his gaze… she could see he was stepping back because he didn’t want to cross any boundaries that existed in their relationship. He thought she didn’t want him anymore… he thought he was too late.

But he wasn’t.

“I’ll see you around, then” said Sokka, turning to leave. Oh, how foolish he felt right now… he really had messed everything up. If only he had understood what Azula meant to him sooner…

… but her hand reached out and gripped the back of his damp tunic. Sokka turned around in surprise to find Azula looking at him in despair. 

“Azula…?” he muttered, as she stepped towards him, dropping her parchment in the process.

“I… I just…” she whispered, not knowing how to word what she wanted to say. The feelings were there, the urge was there as well… so why couldn’t she just tell him what she wanted to say? Why couldn’t she tell him she had been in love with him ever since he had showed her the kindness nobody else ever had? Why couldn’t she tell him she didn’t want him to leave? Why couldn’t she just…?

Sokka could see through her, though. Those blue eyes of his had always been able to look straight into her soul… and he could see what she was concealing beneath the surface. He knew she wanted him… he had known so for long enough now. And he wanted her too.

So what was he wasting time for?

He surrounded her waist with his arms and leaned down, pulling her close as he kissed her for the second time.

Azula felt herself melt in his arms, guessing that maybe he was a little more clever than she had ever given him credit for… thank goodness he had been able to understand what she had been incapable of saying.

Her arms went around his neck as she kissed him back fiercely, still trying to get her feelings across without saying a single word. And to her amazement, he understood it all. It almost seemed as though they were talking in a language that only they knew how to speak…

From that day forth, they began sneaking off to meet each other whenever they found an opportunity. Yet every stolen kiss, every caress, every flirty smile, was a secret. Nobody knew they were involved. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, together? When was the last time such a combination had been seen in Hogwarts? Azula was bound to become the subject of all trash-talk amongst her fellow Slytherin, given that she would choose a Gryffindor over one of their own, and Sokka would likely go through the same thing. Worse yet, he would have to deal with Zuko and with Katara, who had been Azula’s Gryffindor nemesis ever since they had first met…

… and all of this, for some reason, simply served for them to wish to show everyone what the true nature of their relationship was. But they hadn’t found the right moment. They hadn’t found the right place…

So as he looked at her, their hands linked, their eyes clashing in that battle of blue and gold, Sokka knew they only had this one chance. The entire school had its eyes upon them both right now… This was the right moment, the right place. And this way, nobody would have to lose on the long run. This way, no matter what the outcome of the match was, he was sure he would feel like a winner because this girl was his. And he was hers. What did they have to fear so long as they were together?

“Uh… the match is set to begin right now, you two” said Piandao, frowning. That had been a very long handshake, even for the standard handshakes between the most vicious Gryffindor-Slytherin rivals…

Sokka’s eyes flickered towards the man for an instant before making up his mind over what he’d do now. A hint of confusion passed by Azula’s own eyes just a second after Sokka pulled her to him, releasing her hand in order to take her into his arms as he dropped his broomstick.

It was almost by force of instinct that she lifted her head towards him… and thus she stood paralyzed for a moment as she registered that he was kissing her in front of the entire school.

Piandao’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Well… that was something he definitely hadn’t seen before between the most vicious Gryffindor-Slytherin rivals…

Azula couldn’t help but smile for a moment before deepening the kiss, pulling Sokka down by his tunic in order to show she wasn’t backing down, not when it came to Quidditch, and especially not when it came to him.

And naturally, the crowd roared just a moment later. A Gryffindor and a Slythering making out in the middle of the Quidditch pitch… This was definitely going to be the subject of gossip in Hogwarts for the rest of the year.

“What the… w-what the…?” Zuko mumbled on the Gryffindor stands, unable to give credit to his eyes.

“He’s not actually… Oh, Merlin’s beard, I’m going to kill him” said Katara, averting her gaze. How could her brother be kissing THAT girl, out of all of the girls there were in Hogwarts…?

Azula dropped her own broomstick as well, cupping Sokka’s face with her now free hand. Sokka could hardly believe what they were doing, even when he was the one who had started the kiss… but he wasn’t oblivious to the scandal that was currently unleashed in the stands. Still, all he could do was smile as he continued kissing Azula, much as he had that very first time when he had done so until his lungs were screaming for air.

“Uh… the match… the match!” Piandao exclaimed, at which Sokka flinched.

He parted from Azula, unable to keep from smiling as she panted, opening her eyes to look at him in disbelief.

“I don’t think I told you I had an idea for how to let everyone know…” he said, between chuckles.

Azula couldn’t keep from laughing as well, yet she pushed him away with a smile before leaning down to pick up her broomstick. Sokka simply beamed at her before imitating her actions and heading towards his teammates, his broom and bat in his hands.

Azula’s Team looked at her in utter shock, as though that were the most absurd scene they had ever witnessed. Yet Azula wouldn’t quit smiling. She couldn’t quit smiling. And neither could Sokka, upon reaching his teammates who looked at him all the same as the Slytherin were staring at their team captain. Ironically, who knew Slytherins and Gryffindors could be so similar? Just now the only difference between them was the color of their robes.

“Uh… well, very well… let’s begin” said Piandao, clearing his throat and opening the chest where the balls were held.

Azula’s eyes still didn’t leave Sokka’s, even when the game was about to begin. Perhaps they had just showed the entire school they were together, and the outcome of this particular game wouldn’t be of the same importance as that big revelation… but it still mattered to her. It still mattered to him. And precisely because their feelings for each other were as strong as they were, because the outcome of this game wouldn’t change their relationship at all, they would jump headfirst into this game with all their might.

They exchanged one last smirk with a hint of determination just before Piandao tossed the Quaffle into the air…