i let them see i'm not anything.. least of all what i am

Longing

a birthday gift for @succulent-sam!! happy birthday, gabby!!! I hope you enjoy this little canon ‘verse happiness. <3

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“Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

“How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

“I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

“Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

“What about you?” he said eventually.

Cas lifted a shoulder.

“I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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anger management: mars
  • mars in the 1st: i know it doesn't feel like it, but you need to let that anger out, consume you and explode. i would advise you to hit something but then i'm sort of afraid that you'd hit me--at least it's a nice conundrum, i don't see a lot of those, these days. i recommend exercise or sports because you know, two birds with one stone. or you could get drunk and kick people's asses in bar brawls/video games, both would be cathartic, i think.
  • mars in the 2nd: bottle up your emotions, man. and that anger too. and when it reaches a breaking point, burst the entire dam because you're too good at it. but no, really, find a repetitive task that grounds your anger to a center, don't hoard it like dragons hoard gold, as you're wont to do. and make sure it focuses on a rhythm and unleash it using that focus. get it through your thick head: passive aggressiveness is not attractive.
  • mars in the 3rd: i would tell you to punch your sibling but that'd be too drastic. i suggest you write all the words you're dying to scream and curse, the words you're gonna use to tear the world into two, in paper, make an origami of it and flush it down the toilet. that'd feel good, trust me. if not, i'd advise you to talk it out with a person you trust to be objective, look at it from a logical perspective as to why you're angry and methodically decode why it's making you want to annihilate something. you'd feel much calmer afterwards. (or end up reading six books in one day and write vicious reviews on how stupid the characters are--that works too)
  • mars in the 4th: i know this sounds ridiculous, but open the fridge and the tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream, dig into it face first without using a spoon while watching really sad anime. you'd feel much better. or you could take it out on your home, violently redecorate or tear off the curtains. or something. i suggest doing heavy household tasks that'd exhaust you, so when you take a shower and get rid of all that sweat, you feel at least some semblance of calm.
  • mars in the 5th: this sounds terrible and cliche, but use it to be productive. use it in your art to make a statement because it has pissed you off. run that extra mile on track. get the best score on a creative writing course--you get the gist. make sure it helps you shine, not the things/people that made you angry, because trust me, an anger like yours is nothing short of an inferno.
  • mars in the 6th: fuck with your classmates/co-workers. otherwise channel it into helping people with things they can't do themselves/solving their problems while grumbling about how fucking stupid they are. you could also finish household chores and with your exhaustion, calm your anger. i know there's so much you want to say and it makes you feel like you could burst, but channel that anger into mundane tasks to get them done faster, finishing that side project earlier. and the satisfaction will quell that terrible rage, trust me.
  • mars in the 7th: fuck up all your personal relationships and one on one communication and brood like there's no tomorrow, man. other things you could do are: changing your entire wardrobe to spite the person you're angry with, listening to heavy rock metal that somehow speaks to your soul at the moment and go wild on a shopping spree. the tornado in your head won't completely disappear, i know, you passive aggressive fuck, but it'll help, i can assure you that.
  • mars in the 8th: plan hypothetical revenge on your object/person of anger. i know it's not satisfactory unless you back up that bark with bite, but i advise you to not do that, because you'll feel terrible afterwards. so the notion that you could get revenge, if you wanted to, is satisfying in and of itself (just don't actually want and do that, i'm saying this for your own good). listen to your favorite metal band and scream like there's no tomorrow. or tell the people you're angry with how you plan to eviscerate/castrate them in vivid detail in your head. you'll feel a lot, i repeat A LOT calmer.
  • mars in the 9th: run away from it. literally. complete avoidance has always been your best strategy, hasn't it? i suggest preaching about why you're angry to anything that will listen: a wall, a donkey, babies too small to crawl away. think about affirmative action, man, and for god's sake, face the source of your anger instead of running off on a road trip with no money just for the hell of it. heck, play that weird airport finding game in an unknown place you're gonna have to navigate on your own. or play video games in general: don't let that energy go to waste.
  • mars in the 10th: channel that ball of righteous fury into your ambition and dexterous work ethic (translation: become even more of a workaholic than you already are) and shove your success, your regained dignity, your perseverance right to their faces. you are made of poison and stardust, and that is the greatest strength that belies your anger. use that strength to work miracles. or smoke weed, but that's not exactly a good thing 0/10 would not recommend. but don't, i repeat, don't take it out on your personal relationships. that's exactly what will lead to your downfall.
  • mars in the 11th: do NOT use it to fuel your god complex. i know you're angry at the world and how frustrated you are--i am too, but AN IDEOLOGY IS NOT A SOLUTION BECAUSE ITS APPLICATIONS IN REALITY ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THEY ARE IN THEORY. you're seeing an injustice? make sure it is not one anymore. plan it out, how you'll right all these wrongs: with your friends, with people who share the same views as you. dissect and analyze these problems and annihilate them but i repeat: DO NOT LET ANGER TRANSFORM YOUR EGO INTO A GOD COMPLEX YOU WEIRD WONDERFUL SHIT IT WILL DESTROY YOU
  • mars in the 12th: don't get others to unleash your anger or manipulate them into being assertive for you. just don't, that's freaking pathetic. i strongly suggest you sleep: take a long, preferably 8 hour nap and cuddle something/someone. once you wake up, you'll be looking at it from a newer, fresher perspective and will actually find the energy to express your anger appropriately instead of using other people as puppets that dance under your strings. music would help to calm you down, as well. so try that first, all right?

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm Anon!Chuuni! I troll all the mysme imagine blogs that interest me and toss imagine ideas at them~ thank you for your wonderful work. RFA+Saeran/V reacting to meeting some old friends of their s/o who used to bully them and are hoping to rub their success in s/o's face? ;)

Haha, thanks for tossing the idea. ;) Hope you like what we came up with!


Zen:

  • You visit Zen on set one day
  • You decide to surprise him but he was in the middle of a scene
  • One of your old classmates come up to you
  • She was a real jerk to you in school, but you’re polite to avoid drama
  • “Oh, MC! What are you doing here!”
  • She goes on bragging about how she and the main lead Zen are acting together
  • And how they are hitting it off really well
  • You’re trying to suppress your laughter because Zen tells you all about practices
  • You let them ramble off and then Zen comes over
  • He smiles at you and pecks your lips
  • “Hey, babe, what are you doing here?”
  • You hand him his lunch and turn back to your old bully
  • Only she fled from embarrassment

Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung are going on your weekly froyo date
  • Someone comes up to you and it takes you a moment to recognize them as your old bully
  • He starts rambling about his amazing girlfriend
  • And how successful he is in his new job
  • You’re listening and kind of forcing a grin so as to not be rude
  • But Yoosung keeps looking at him funny
  • Finally he gasps really loudly
  • “I knew I recognized that voice! Aren’t you dragonsheart4840?”
  • Your bully turns really red really fast, stammering for some sort of excuse
  • “Oh, we slaughtered you last time on LOLOL…but we felt really bad when we found out your girlfriend dumped you.”
  • Your bully is mortified and kind of excuses himself
  • Yoosung turns and smiles at you “That should get rid of him.”
  • He remembered you mentioning the bully before and could see you feeling increasingly uncomfortable
  • What a sweet puppy.

Jaehee:

  • You’re taking a break at the cafe so you sit alone in the corner on your laptop to answer emails
  • A familiar guys comes sauntering up to you
  • “Still sitting alone on your laptop? Some things never change, MC.”
  • You finally recognize your old bully from school
  • Before you can say anything, he starts talking about how he’s a chef at a five star restaurant.
  • And talks about all the famous people he knows
  • Jaehee sees you deflate from the counter
  • She comes over to the table
  • “I’m sorry, but I need to steal MC away soon.”
  • You explain that you’re actually the co-owner of the cafe
  • The guy seems to be bit more nervous now
  • Jaehee clears her throat. “Aren’t you that chef from that place down the street? I would think someone who gets paid as well as you would at least have the decency to pay his coffee bill.”
  • You stare wide eyed, realizing he was the “thief” you were looking for all week
  • He runs out
  • “Make that twice” Jaehee sighs

Jumin:

  • Jumin decided to take you on a date at a local coffee shop in town
  • You’re waiting while he gets your drinks
  • A young man in a suit comes up to you, and you dread the interaction remembering your bully
  • You’re barely a minute into small talk and he’s bragging about how he’s the CEO for some company or another
  • He asks what you’re doing and laughs when you tell him your job
  • You feel a little bad
  • But then Jumin comes over
    “Here’s your drink, my love.”
  • You’re introduce your bully to Jumin
  • But he already remembered from when you told him before
  • He nods and says “I recognize that name. C&R recently saved you from bankruptcy, am I right?”
  • Your bully loses color in his face and murmurs some thanks before excusing himself
  • You scold him a bit for it
  • “I’m sorry,” he says. “But it kind of felt good.”
  • Jumin, no.  


Seven:

  • Your car broke down in a parking lot near your job
  • You’re surprised when you see a girl in a nice business suit walk up to you
  • Your old bully greets you, staring awkwardly at your sweatpants
  • You explain the situation
  • Your bully offers not-so-humbly to give you ride in their Lexus and maybe some money to fix your broken car
  • You politely refuse, saying that your boyfriend is coming to pick you up
  • You’re so happy (and slightly smug) when Seven rolls up in his red Ferrari
  • “Oh! That’s him right now” you grin at your bully’s gaping mouth
  • Seven rolls down the window and taps his fingers on his sunglasses
  • You’re about to walk up to him when he raises up a pack of Honey Buddha Chips
  • “Look who got a discount on another box!”
  • He’s grinning ear to ear
  • You chuckle nervously. “Nevermind…I don’t know him.”
  • Seven calls your name and opens the door
  • Your bully is still shook
  • You walk up to him and sigh
  • “You’re such a dork, but I love you.”

Saeran:

  • You two were at the park together
  • You notice your old bully taking a walk nearby
  • You point them out to Saeran and explain
  • The bully sees you and starts walking towards you with a smug smile
  • You groan, knowing what’s coming
  • But then suddenly, your bully pivots on his heel and walks in the opposite direction
  • You turn to Saeran who’s smiling innocently at you
  • You still don’t know what happened…but you’re still thankful you avoided the awkward situation

V:

  • He took you to the museum for a date
  • He steps aside for a few moments to take some photos of the exhibit
  • While you’re waiting, your bully comes up to you
  • He doesn’t brag too much about himself
  • Instead, his comments start to become degrading
  • You can barely get a word in edge-wise, and the comments were pretty hurtful
  • V steps in between you guys, almost shielding you
  • He gives the guy a polite smile, though there’s an edge in his voice
  • “I don’t think that’s how you talk a lady.”
  • The bully is taken aback since barely anyone stood up to him before he backs away
  • V asks if you’re alright

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I'm Not Here

Pairing: Eventual Steve x Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language, fear, uuhhh.. I can’t think of any other ones?

A/N: Hey, guys. This has been sitting in my drafts for about…. 4 months, so I figured I’d try and finish it up and post it. If you like it so far, let me know and I’ll see about writing a second part.



Cold.

That’s all you knew.

Time was irrelevant, who you were had been washed away, all you knew was darkness and a bitter chill that had set deep into your bones.

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anonymous asked:

Hi River! Can you link us to some meta, analysis, commentary, or basic evidence of Sherlock being trans, particularly in BBC Sherlock? I just haven't really read anything in depth about this so I'm interested to know more. Thanks!

hey! i’m just going to compile my own list of things i’ve caught but you can certainly go to @marcelock‘s trans sherlock tag for more!!!

so firstly, most of the canonical evidence is in s3 and tab but i thought i’d start with something that caught my attention in the great game

here, sherlock is excitedly giving his deduction about the golem

and john, pressed about the earlier confrontation he had with sherlock about moriarty, and impatient, replies with this

which leads sherlock and lestrade to have these reactions:

now QUITE obviously sherlock and lestrade know something here that john does not. lestrade looks down and away immediately after john’s comment and sherlock looks at lestrade with a look which vehemently reads “don’t say anything, he doesn’t know” 

to me, this is an extremely obvious misgendering of sherlock that john does ignorantly and unintentionally because he honestly doesn’t know, and i can adhere to this personally because it has happened to me on multiple occasions 

now, throughout the next 10 minutes of the episode sherlock distances himself from john by telling him that they should split up to get more done, which isn’t an unusual occurrence but it is DEFINITELY unusual when john is doing something that only police should be doing (interviewing the dead man’s roommate) 

i see this as sherlock needing to distance himself from john for just a little while because of the earlier instance. he’s obviously not mad, just a bit upset and jarred but as you can see by the end of the episode everything between them is completely fine again

in s2 there isn’t much in the way of physical evidence like above, it’s more subtextual, in asib it is brought up at least twice that i can remember that sherlock is a virgin 

“sex doesn’t alarm me” “how would you know?” 

“he calls you the ice man and the virgin” 

this can be attested to that sherlock is just a genuinely awkward person and uncomfortable with contact as such but it can easily be read that because he is trans that he experienced and experiences body dysphoria which would lead to him not being comfortable with his own body, let alone allowing someone else to be with it so intimately 

“but what about top surgery scars?????” you may ask

not all trans people get double mastectomies!!! some of us don’t ever get surgery! but sherlock could have easily had the key hole operation which would not leave the double incisions on the chest that you see on many trans men 

sherlock having little to no body hair is also incredibly telling, as many trans men, even on testosterone, are unable to grow it and if they do it’s usually patchy

in both thob and the google maps of 221b, there is an injection gun sitting on the table

injection guns are used to inject medication accurately and frequently, and, sherlock constantly on the move for cases, would need to administer his testosterone quickly and efficiently

now, in The Trans Sherlock Show (s3) there is so much evidence that he’s trans it makes my head spin

the VERY first scene we see sherlock in, he has absolutely no facial hair, yet, the hair on his head is literally down to his shoulders

where did he find the time to shave yet not cut his hair??? he didn’t

sherlock was unable to have access to testosterone in the field for 2 years is what happened, so it stunted his facial hair growth 

there is literally no other explanation for this like

moving on to tsot

sherlock loves dancing and always has which isn’t that unusual for men anymore, but his love for dancing does not explain the fact that he can do a pirouette perfectly? he would have had to go through extensive training to complete such a move, and many parents put their “little girls” in dancing lessons

during the stag night and sherlock and john’s drinking game, sherlock drunkenly asks questions that john answers to validate him, not the person on his head

“am i human?”

“am i a man?”

“tall?”

“nice?”

“clever?”

“am i important?”

“do people like me?”

sherlock is obviously seeking validation from john, and he just wants to know what he is to people and how people see him

later in this scene sherlock also says “beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood influences and role models” which is a really… trans thing to say. he’s talking about beauty and looks but those are as performative as gender, gender is literally performing a look, how you want to be perceived and how you want others to perceive you

hlv now!!!

as a little aside and a line that i always laugh at anderson asks sherlock if he has “one hole or two” and sherlock abashedly says “sorry?!” and obviously they’re talking about the gunshot wound but it’s just a funny trans joke to me

anyway! “how can sherlock be trans if he is clearly a little boy in his mind palace!!!” sherlock can imagine himself however he wants in his mind palace folks and children are mostly androgynous in formative years so this could have been how he looked or he’s picturing himself as such

now the 2 hospital scenes, one with janine and the deleted scene with magnussen 

first the janine scene: 

“you lied to me, you lied and lied” 

“just once would have been nice”

sherlock, awkwardly, “i was waiting until we got married”

“you shouldn’t have lied to me, i know what kind of man you are. we could have been friends”

now this can be read as both a reveal of sherlock being gay AND trans

“but it can only be about him being gay!!!” you might say

then explain the magnussen scene:

magnussen, a man who blackmails people for money, is blackmailing sherlock about his “musician’s hands”

but this comment quickly turns into calling them “woman’s hands,” and sherlock looks at magnussen in fear - he knows his secret

this deleted scene completely explains sherlock’s vehemence toward mycroft near the end of hlv when mycroft asks sherlock why he hates magnussen so much

and finally the tarmac scene, when sherlock says “sherlock is actually a girl’s name”

this can be interpreted a couple of different ways in terms of him being trans

sherlock could be saying here that sherlock was his birthname and he wanted to keep it, but needed a masculine name on legal documents, hence william sherlock scott holmes, because sherlock is quite an androgynous unusual name

or, he could be saying that he was born a “girl,” and that his being carries along that sentiment even though he had chosen sherlock during his transition. either way, he’s literally saying he’s trans

onto tab, 

sherlock has no facial hair at all, yes he could be cleanly shaven, but as this is the 1890s hrt doesn’t exist yet so he wouldn’t be able to actually grow it

sherlock, perhaps having noticed, or not caring to notice because hooper is in the same predicament as him, has not said anything about the fact that hooper is, for lack of a better term, “a woman dressed in man’s clothing”

hooper could be a trans man just like sherlock, hence him not saying a single thing because he himself is trans as well and would not dare to out hooper

I LITERALLY HAVE NO COMMENT????? THIS IS THE MOST TRANS LINE I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN CINEMA 

in the end scene, when sherlock tells john that he “would be very much at home in such a world” and that he’s always been a man out of his time, it’s fairly obvious that sherlock knows he could better himself in current day, that he could be the man he wanted with access to what he wanted in the 21st century (testosterone, surgery, etc) 

and finally after all of that! the big doozy of yesterday in which we all learned that sherlock literally leaves his t needles all over 221b! a major thank you to @sidryan for that!

anyway that’s all! sherlock is trans thanks for coming to my ted talk

anonymous asked:

supercorp?

sorry this took so long!! enjoy :’)

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

listen okay kara doesn’t mean to okay it’s just that sometimes she walks really fast and she doesn’t notice that the door says push and not pull but it’s not her fault that the door came off of it’s hinges okay like they should really just make sturdier doors!!

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

lena!! luthor!! she does it all the time when she’s reading over reports and editing speeches and pitches and it got to the point where jess noticed and bought her a notebook specifically for doodling all things related to kara!! (”um, miss luthor?” “yes, jess?” “are you sure you want to send these blueprints to the investors for the alien detection device?” “why wouldn’t i, jess?” “well-it’s just that-you kind of wrote ‘ll+kd’ in hearts all over the margins..” “you know i’d really like to check the scale on that blueprint before i send it out. can i have it back?”)

Who starts the tickle fights

is this a real question?? kara totally attacks lena at all hours of the day. lena pouts once? kara tickles her. lena tries to steal the remote? kara tickles her. lena exists?? kara tickles her.

Who starts the pillow fights

they try to avoid pillow fights tbh. it once ended with kara’s tv going through a window..the landlord wasn’t very happy and it took a very big donation from l-corp to get him to let kara stay

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

it switches. if kara was just out saving the day she falls asleep before lena can even get under the covers. if that happens then lena will stroke her hair until she knows that kara’s out and just revel in the thought of knowing that kara’s safe for at least the night. 

when lena has a busy day at work or a product launch it’s usually her who falls asleep first so kara will stay up and watch the worry lines from the day disappear from lena’s face :’)

Who mistakes salt for sugar

neither. lena’s pretty good in the kitchen and kara’s senses are Too Good to mistake anything like that.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

lena. she’ll come stumbling in at one in the morning because “kara i literally just thought of the best invention, i’m going to build an entire prototype tonight!” and she’ll just throw something in the microwave real quick but fall asleep on the couch waiting for it. kara wakes up instantly whenever she hears the beeping and she’ll storm out of the bedroom ready to fry lena’s entire meal with her eyes until she sees lena slumped on the couch fast asleep and at that point her anger just dissipates and she’ll carry lena to bed and then wake up early and make a big breakfast since she missed dinner the night before PLEASE

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

i want to say kara but the memes are too good so for meme continuity’s sake i’ll say lena. 

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

hello, you’ve reached anal fucking retentive lena luthor. please leave a message after you’ve stated the time, date, your name, reason for calling, and exact number and time she should call back!

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

this is tricky. lena always gets the spoon when they’re done, but only becuase kara steals spoonfuls of batter while backing them. (”kara why should you get the spoon?” “because it was my idea to make brownies?” “but you literally ate more than half the batter!” “your point?” “i should get the spoon!” “fine. but only if i get more brownie squares once they’re baked.”)

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

lena. she doesn’t like all of the traits she picked up from having to wear a dress at the dinner table since the age of four, but she can appreciate a nice dining set up from time to time.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

kara. they’ll be sitting on the couch watching tv while kara scribbles note for any interviews she has the next day and when her brain is finally fried she’ll just grab lena’s hand and start doodling instead of using the paper in front of her. (”kara, what is that?” “it’s a meme, you know, the one with the-” “nevermind, i really don’t want to know.”

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

kara. jeremiah used to help her pick out cool stuff when they took her all over after she landed and if anyone loves to keep tradition alive it’s kara danvers. the magnets are the only colorful thing that lena willingly lets kara put up in the apartment so she loves to pick the craziest looking ones.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

kara. she’s always been obsessed with them and to her bewilderment, lena never really did them when she was a teenager so kara loves to make sure that she gets to experience the greatness of finding out which one direction member is lena’s soulmate. (”i think harry is the most respectable member. he seems to have a knack for the whole ‘brand’ thing.” “lena you’re a total niall horan match up.” “he seems more for you, dear.” “i am a sucker for an irish accent”


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horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜  

there's a new app or something
  • Girl: Did you get the new app?
  • Boy: What app?
  • Girl: The new app, stupid.
  • Boy: What does it do?
  • Girl: It's new! Check it out. *fires up app*
  • New App: *in a fresh and cool voice* Welcome to the new app.
  • Boy: I still don't understand what it does.
  • Girl: You can press this button here and it checks for the latest version of the new app. Watch. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. There are ZERO new updates.
  • Girl: Isn't it cool?
  • Boy: I'm really not into it.
  • Girl: C'mon. You have to be. Everyone's using it.
  • Boy: I'm not really into the same things everyone else is.
  • Girl: You're always such a hispter, but that's your choice.
  • Boy: Yeah, it's my choice and I'm proud of it.
  • *later, elsewhere*
  • Group of People: Wow, the new app rules, right? I love it. I like booping it to see if there's any new updates. We should all boop it now. No, I think we should wait. You're stupid. Yeah, let's all boop it forget the other guy. *boopboopboopboopboopboop*
  • New App: Bbbooooppppp rreeecciiieeeevvvveeedddd. Ooonneeeeee nnnnnneewwww uuuuppppdddaaaattttteeeeeee aaaaavvvvvvvaaaillllllabbbbbl-
  • Boy: *watching from afar* What a bunch of sheep. How can they get excited over a stupid app that does nothing. It's mob mentality if I've ever seen it. One person downloads a useless app, so everyone else has to. Thank god that I'm appless and entirely free from banal social dogma.
  • New App: New update has finished downloading. Activating new feature, outcast locater. One outcast located directly to the south of your group. He's watching from the alleyway.
  • Boy: Huh?
  • Group of People: *rush over the alleyway* Whoa, there really was a guy watching us from the alleyway! What a weirdo! Does he really not have the app? No one doesn't have the app, it's the newest app. Hey, do you not have the app?
  • Boy: I have to go.
  • Group of People: Don't go! Why don't you have the app? Actually, fuck off if you don't have the new app, freak!
  • Boy: *runs away* Why did they all gang up on me like? *stomach growls* Now I'm hungry after running like that. I best go to that sandwich shop over yonder and eat a... hmmm sandwich.
  • Cashier: Hello, sweetie. What kind of sandwich can I get you today?
  • Boy: Just a bread sandwich. Like, a sandwich with three slices of bread and meats, vegetables, cheeses, or condiments.
  • Cashier: *phone vibrates* Hold on, sweetie. The new app is booping me, there might be a new update.
  • New App: Hey, do you see the kid standing in front of you?
  • Cashier: You mean that very cute boy?
  • New App: Yes, him. He doesn't have the new app.
  • Cashier: What!?
  • New App: It's true.
  • Cashier: You have the new app, don't you?
  • Boy: Well, no.
  • Janitor: *stops mopping the floor* That's kind of weird.
  • Cashier: It's actually very weird.
  • Boy: I don't understand what the big deal is, it's just a dumb app.
  • Cashier: It's not dumb, everyone's using it!
  • Janitor: *locks the doors* It's suspicious that you're not using it, son. Why don't you take a seat and wait here for a moment.
  • Cashier: Yeah, me an my colleague, the janitor, have to talk. Your sandwich will be out in a moment.
  • Boy: *nervously sits*
  • *the janitor and cashier huddle behind the counter and whisper to each other*
  • Boy: *internally* This is ridiculous. Why is this stupid app getting me into so much trouble. I'm not required to download it. It's just an app. So why is everyone getting so aggressive about it.
  • Cops: *knock at the door*
  • Janitor: *lets them in* Welcome officers.
  • Cops: So we hear that someone isn't using the new app, eh?
  • Janitor: Yes officer, he's sitting right over there. He's terrible! TERRIBLE!
  • Cops: Calm down, sir. We'll take care of this. *walks over to the boy, very authoritatively* Hello, son. Now, don't be intimidated just because we're cops and all. We simply want to know why you aren't using the new app.
  • Boy: I don't know, I just don't feel like using it.
  • Cops: But you realize it's the most innovative app to be released in the past decade. It was developed by Darkheart Studios, and you know those Darkhearts always make good stuff.
  • Boy: I just don't get why I have to download it. Like, what's the big deal? All it does is update itself.
  • *cops look at each other puzzled*
  • Cops: *phone vibrates* Oh, looks like the app has something to tell us. Lemme just give it a boop. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. New has update finished downloading. Activating new feature, extermination of the sacrilegious. Kill the boy, officers. End his miserable life.
  • Cops: Are you telling us to shoot the boy because he hasn't downloaded the app.
  • New App: Not necessarily, but any means of extermination is sufficient.
  • Cops: I don't think we should kill the boy. The new app is great an all, but not worth killing over. In fact, it's getting kind of old. I think we should take the boy down to the station for safe keeping while we figure out what's going with this here bizarre app. Hey there, little guy... oh.
  • Boy: *gone*
  • Cops: He's gone. Now where did he run off too?
  • Boy: *runs panicked down the street, the cellphone of every single person vibrating and ringing as he passes them*
  • Boy: *runs into his house and locks himself in his bedroom* What did I do to deserve this? I should just download the app and spare myself this hell. No! I refuse, I won't fall in with trends like all the sheeple. I'm special. I'm different.
  • Sister: *knocks at the boy's bedroom door, clutching a knife behind her back* Little brother, open up. I have to talk to you about something. It's important.
  • Boy: I don't feel like talking, leave me alone.
  • Sister: Come on, I'm your sister. You can trust me, open up. *tries to force the door open* Open the fucking door!
  • Boy: You're acting crazy, leave me alone!
  • Sister: Fine. *stomps off*
  • Boy: *hides under his blankets*
  • *a cacophony of cellphone notification sounds come from outside of the bedroom window*
  • Boy: *sheepishly peaks out the window, his blanket still wrapped around him*
  • *a mob of people, some armed with weapons stand in his backyard*
  • Leader of the Mob: Kid, we all know you didn't download the new app. Unfortunately, the app says we gotta kill you unless you do. I personally think that's unreasonable, but it is the new app after all, and who am I to question it?
  • Boy: Fuck your stupid app! It doesn't even do anything!
  • Leader of the Mob: What a bad attitude. It's the new sensation.
  • Boy: You're sheep!! You're all stupid sheep!! I'm never downloading the stupid fucking app!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Then we have to burn down your house, kid.
  • Boy: My dad is super rich and influential. If you burn down my house, he'll have you guys taken care of.
  • Dad: *from the mob* I actually support them, son. It's disconcerting to me as a father that you don't have the new app when everyone else does. I could support your through anything, but not this.
  • Boy: Wha- dad!? Argh! Just burn the house! I don't care! I'm not afraid to die!! At the end of the day, I'll be a martyr and you'll all still be fucking nobodies!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Whatever ya say, kid. *tosses torch at the house*
  • *the rest of the mob follows and the house quickly goes up in flames*
  • Boy: I guess this is it. This is how I die. All over a dumb app that doesn't do anything but boop.
  • *flames reach the bedroom window*
  • Boy: Oh god, oh god, oh god! I've changed my mind! I don't want to die!! *frantically pulls out his phone as the flames grow and downloads the new app*
  • New App: *boop* Thank you for downloading the new app, boy. Now, you've been forgiven. You may live. Please be sure to boop me to check for updates.
  • Boy: I feel so fucking stupid, but at least I'll live. I just have to get out of here.
  • Boy: *rushes into the hallway, but the flames have engulfed the entire house*
  • *the ceiling collapses, trapping the boy in the hallway and ceiling any exits*
  • Boy: No! Someone help me! *coughs* I'm sorry! Please help! I downloaded the app!
  • Boy: *curls up in fetal position* I don't want to die. Fire fighters will come and save me or something like that, I'm sure of it! I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! It can't end like this!
  • *The End*

spitfirechick  asked:

If you're taking prompts, could you do #83 from the "99 ways to say I love you" for NurseyDex please?

(sorry, this took me a little while! thanks for your patience!!)

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

At first, all he means to do is knock on Chowder’s door and sleep on his floor. He’s done it before; it gives him time to think and vent if he needs to, and then by the morning he’s usually ready to apologize, as is Dex. But even if he’s not, he knows that his wonderful, amazing goalie friend will always let him stay a few hours longer, because he’s Chowder and he’s far too polite to kick Nursey out when he has no place else to go.

Who apologizes first depends on a number of things. Sometimes it’s Dex who taps once or twice on C’s door with an invitation to walk to Annie’s, hands fidgeting and tired eyes examining the floor. Other times it’s Nursey who slips a note under their door, lunch? or Walk me to class?, before slipping outside to wait for Dex on the front porch.

But this wasn’t like any fight they’d had before; this time, there was no ‘usually’ or ‘sometimes’ that applied. It wasn’t about money or gifts or parents. They hadn’t lost a game, neither had had a particularly bad day, and they had told everyone who mattered a month ago. Together.

This was two in the morning, running on empty, things you don’t mean but can’t take back, and yelling that woke up the entire Haus - even Chowder, who’s slept through more of their arguments than Nursey can count.

So when Dex suggests he leave (at the top of his lungs), Nursey doesn’t even bother grabbing a jacket, just brushes past a concerned Chowder, a cranky Bitty, a solemn Whiskey and a confused Tango and leaves. 

He walks. Where, he isn’t really paying attention, but he’s wide awake and he can’t stop himself from replaying their fight over and over in his head. He knows he messed up, knows he should’ve just gone to bed when Dex snapped at him. But as much as he could blame himself for not being the bigger person, Dex shouldn’t have taken it all out on him, and he knows that they’re both to blame for letting it get this far.

They’ll always be like this, Nursey thinks, too reactive for their own good. He’d try to be optimistic, convince himself that it’s lack of maturity, sleep, or any number of things, but by now he knows better. It’s frustrating, because while he loves a challenge (and what else is Dex, really, if not a challenge), he hates when Dex folds in on himself. There’s always that point in an argument when someone realizes they’re going to lose, but unfortunately for them, realizing that you’re going to lose does not mean conceding your point. Instead, they will inevitably get stuck in some endless loop of you’re wrong, I’m right, every time. 

The thing is, it’s no longer a challenge if there’s no way to win.

With a resigned sigh, Nursey drops down heavily onto a bench and pulls out his phone. 3:30, the screen seems to scream at him, and he runs a hand through his hair. He’s on the opposite side of campus, he realizes, a long way from the Haus and a longer way from Dex. He’s cold - it’s the middle of the night, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants and sitting on a metal bench. He can’t even remember what the fight was about anymore, he’s so tired, and the mere idea of hauling his ass back who knows how many miles makes his bones ache. He misses Dex. 

He contemplates calling him, but thinks better of it. Maybe Dex went back to sleep. He’d only be more irritable if Nursey woke him up, and besides, he definitely hasn’t cooled off as quickly as Nursey has. Nursey doesn’t know what he’d say, either. “Sorry,” maybe. “Are you still mad?” probably, even though he thinks he already knows the answer. 

Their first big argument as a couple, they had both agreed to part ways for the night. Nursey had attempted to sleep on the green couch, but couldn’t stop tossing and turning until Dex crept downstairs an hour later to join him. No apology, no notes under doors, and yet when they woke up plastered together the next morning, Nursey knew it was over. 

He clears his head and replays the argument again, pays attention to Dex’s words instead of the murderous glare he gave Nursey that planted a rock in the pit of his stomach. I don’t want to see you right now, Nurse. Just get out.

Nursey knows that “right now” does not mean “ever again.” If Dex meant “ever again,” he’d have said it; he’s not one to beat around the bush. But “get out” is something else. Nursey’s been analyzing tone and diction since he was in middle school, and he likes to think that since he decided to major in creative writing, he’s gotten pretty good at it. “Get out,” like everything else Dex says and does, is efficient and to the point. Go somewhere else. Leave. I don’t want you here.

“Get out” doesn’t come with an expiration date. There’s no implied later, like there is in “right now.” There’s no see you in the morning or but come back when you’re ready. When Nursey thinks about “I don’t want to see you right now” and “get out” in the same breath, he sees tomorrow night spent on his freshman year roommate’s couch. He sees the rest of the week there, too, a slowly growing pile of his things taking up space in the corner. A month goes by, and Dex decides he likes things better this way; he finally has the room to himself, and Nursey doesn’t get underfoot anymore. Two months, and Dex doesn’t need him at all.

Nursey fumbles for his phone so fast that he almost drops it onto the pavement. His hands are shaking as he searches for Dex’s contact and presses the little phone icon, holding his breath as the line rings in his ear. 

Dex doesn’t pick up.

Nursey lays the phone down delicately in his lap and stares at the empty black screen. He gets the message. “Get out” doesn’t mean “leave.” It means “leave me.”

And Nursey hadn’t even been paying enough attention to realize it until now.

He numbly picks up the phone again. If he and Dex are through, he should at least leave a voicemail to tell Dex that he can come by and pick up his stuff in the morning. He’ll stay with Noah, really, it’s not an issue. As he scrolls through his contacts again, he dimly remembers a Facebook post that showed Noah moving to an off-campus apartment with some other junior. Kyle? No, Tyler. He’ll ask if he can stay with them; they’d probably be grateful for the extra help with the rent, anyway. 

This time, Dex picks up, and he sounds wide awake. “Derek? Listen, I-”

“It’s okay, Will, I get it,” Nursey says and feels his chest contract, like his lungs can’t fill themselves up anymore. “'It’s not you, it’s me,’ right? Whatever, it’s chill, I can come by and get my stuff tomorrow morning, there’s these guys I know who have a place and I can probably room with them, I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I-”

“Wait, what are you talking about, 'it’s not you, it’s me?’ Why… Is this, are you moving out of the Haus?” Dex asks quietly.

“That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?” Nursey’s voice cracks at the end, and he hates himself for it.

“I-When did I say that? Oh my God, I didn’t actually say that, did I?” Instead of pleased, like Nursey was expecting, Dex sounds horrified.

“You didn’t have to, Will. I told you, it’s chill, I get it. I can call a few guys from the soccer team to help me with all the boxes, it won’t-”

“Derek, stop.” Nursey clamps his mouth shut so hard his teeth click together. “I don’t want you to move out.”

Nursey blinks. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. Of course I don’t.”

For some reason, maybe it’s the way the breeze whips around him just then or the way Dex says of course like Nursey’s made of glass, he breaks. He’s crying before he can stop himself, and then, like they do when he’s writing sometimes, the words just… fall out.

“Thank God, Will, because it was a stupid fight and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be mad at you for anymore because I’m not mad at you, I promise, but I didn’t know if you were still mad at me and if you were then you definitely wouldn’t have wanted to talk and so I almost didn’t call but I was terrified, Will, and I miss you, and even if you want me to sleep on the couch or you still need space or you want to take a break, I don’t care, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, I just want to come home.”

“Derek - Wait, you left? Where are you?” Dex asks, concerned.

Nursey sniffs. “On a bench, by Faber.”

“Stay there, okay? I’m coming to get you,” Dex says, and Nursey hears shuffling in the background.

“Okay,” he breathes when the rustling dies down. A door slams, and then Dex sighs.

“Look, Nursey, about what I said before… I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to break up or take a break or any of that bullshit. I just… Fuck, I just needed some time to think and you know how shit I am at asking for that when I’m mad. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t hang up,” he adds quickly. “You don’t have to say anything, just don’t hang up.”

“Okay,” Nursey says again, smaller this time. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. “I don’t want any of that, either, and I’m sorry, too.”

“Good,” Dex says, and Nursey can hear his smile. “It’s gonna take more than some dumb fight to get rid of me, Nurse.”

Nursey grins, despite himself. “Will Poindexter, resident poet and sap.”

“You love it.”

“I do, but I love you more, so-”

“Wait, and I'm the sap?”

Nursey laughs, which makes Dex laugh, and soon they’re back to what they do best, Nursey and Dex, Derek and Will. They talk, bicker, make plans for tomorrow, and Nursey is just planning to tell Dex how much he loves him (again), but the line goes dead before he can say anything.

“No jacket? Jesus, Nurse, it’s gotta be thirty degrees out.”

Nursey’s head pops up so fast Dex is afraid he might have whiplash, but a second later Dex’s arms are full of him and his head is tucked into Dex’s neck, so he lets it go. “What if you catch a cold, you idiot?” He murmurs affectionately into Nursey’s hair. “What am I gonna do with you then?”

Nursey sighs and pulls Dex impossibly closer, but it’s punctuated by a shiver. “Don’t care, s'long as it means you’ll stay.”

“Of course,” Dex says, and it’s different this time. This time, it doesn’t feel like Nursey’s about to shatter; it feels like coming home.

queen-commander  asked:

Okay, so for the family au, cause I'm curious, does Shiro have a prothetic? If so, how does he work with it and how did he get it? If not, does he ever? And how?

[The Voltron Family] The first time they found out about it, Keith thought he was having a bad dream. When he found out it wasn’t, he wanted to die. Shiro revealed he had a cancerous tumor in his right arm.

Keith: Why aren’t you reacting like— *pounds at Shiro’s chest angrily* 
Shiro: *silently lets Keith do what he wants*
Keith: *sobbing while glaring at him* Why do you even have a tumor? We’ve been living a healthy a life. *abruptly stops upon realization* Is it my fault?
Shiro: Keith, don’t be ridiculous.
Keith: *grips into Shiro’s collar* It’s my fault, isn’t it? Is it because we don’t…. Is that why you’re…
Shiro: *raises his voice* Keith! None of this is your fault, alright?! 
Keith: *raises his voice* Then why the hell are you not worried—
Shiro: BECAUSE I’VE COME TO ACCEPT IT!! 
Keith: *surprised at the outburst* *steps back* 
Shiro: *rubs his temple* *sighs* It’s malignant.
Keith: *covers his mouth* Malignant tumor. Takashi, that’s the deadliest.
Shiro: I know.
Keith: *grabs Shiro’s hand* Then what the hell are we doing here shouting at each other when you could have been at the hospital?!
Shiro: *doesn’t budge* Keith, don’t.
Keith: *looks back* Don’t? Are you saying you’re not going to do anything about it? *shouts* IT’S SPREADING IN YOUR ARM AS WE SPEAK!!! ARE YOU EVEN PROCESSING HOW SERIOUS THIS IS? YOU’RE THE DAMN DOCTOR BETWEEN THE TWO OF US AND YET I AM THE ONE WHO’S PANICKING!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU—
Shiro: I MIGHT LOSE MY JOB!!!
Keith: *glares* Is that what this is all about?
Shiro: They’re not going to let an amputee operate, Keith. 
Keith: *grabs Shiro’s collar and pushes him to the wall* How dare you say that. How dare you fucking say that in front of me?! I’D RATHER YOU LOSE AN ARM THAN LOSE YOU ENTIRELY, TAKASHI! So what if you lose your job? You think I cannot provide for this family?! We both know Hunk, Lance and Pidge are secured for life. We made sure of that. Do you think so lowly of my job? In case you forgot, I earn 7 digits yearly just as much as you do. So don’t you fucking dare imply that I cannot provide for this family. Think about the kids… about me. You promised we’d grow old together—
Shiro: *wraps Keith into a hug* I’m scared.
Keith: *deflates* *hugs back* Well, that’s a start. 
Shiro: I’m going to lose my arm.
Keith: Doesn’t make me love you less. *kisses Shiro’s cheek*

When Shiro got amputated, he was asked if he wanted a prosthetic arm. It was going to cost them a lot but Keith answered “Yes” quickly that Shiro didn’t even get to process anything.

Shiro didn’t lose his job, at least not yet. He was on leave trying to recover and trying to get a hang of his new arm. He’d come to accept that it was part of him now. Keith had always been there to help him put it on and take it off, most of the time pampered with kisses which made Shiro laugh. 

Keith: *kisses Shiro* You know…
Shiro: Hmmm?
Keith: This has always been one of those weird fantasies of mine.
Shiro: *cocks his head* What do you mean?
Keith: You’re like half cyborg—
Shiro: *groans fondly* Oh no.
Keith: *laughs* I was a teen who was into robots, okay?! I’ve read books of a human falling in love with a cyborg. 
Shiro: You’ve read too many weird books in your early days. *rolls eyes*

After a few months, the hospital called him that if he still wanted to continue being a brain surgeon, he could.

Shiro: But I have a— *looks pointedly at his prosthetic arm* 
Director: We don’t discriminate, Dr. Shirogane. *smiles* You’re one of the top neurosurgeons in the country and we’re grateful to have you working with us. It works like a normal arm, yes? *eyes Shiro’s arm*
Shiro: *nods* Yeah, it does. I don’t even feel like it’s artificial anymore.
Director: I can see that and I’m glad. I don’t see how you shouldn’t continue your practice then. 

When Shiro came home and told Keith the news, his husband might’ve cried.

[PART TWO]

anonymous asked:

My prompt: Neil and Andrew get lost in the woods and Neil twists his ankle, so Andrew has to carry him to safety (how and why this happens is the real challenge)

Here we go, anon. Also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes, Neil. Because I’m known for my practical jokes.”

Neil rolls his eyes as Andrew slams the hood of the Maserati back into place and crosses his arms, leaning against the front of the car. Andrew has deduced that the transmission is indeed shot to hell, and that this beautiful piece of Italian machinery will not be moving from its current location without the assistance of a tow truck.

He looks around at the deserted I-40, neither head nor taillight to be seen. It is nearly 3:00am, and they are somewhere between North Carolina and Tennessee. Neil had tried to convince Andrew to stop for the night a few hours ago, but Andrew will admit that he should have listened if hell happens to freeze over. He tilts his head back to stare at the dark sky above him. They’re far enough away from civilization that the stars are uninhibited by any city lights. While this may be aesthetically pleasing, it also means that he and Neil are, for lack of a better word, fucked.

Andrew turns his head to the right at the sound of Neil incessantly tapping his fingers on the hood of the car. Neil meets his gaze and then flits his eyes across the rest of Andrew’s face.

“Can you fix it?”

“No.”

Neil watches him for a few more seconds before releasing a dejected sigh and pulling out his phone.

“No service. Of course. Because why would anything be working right now?”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay drama queen, take it down a notch. All we have to do is walk to the next town or until one of us gets service. It can’t be that hard.”

“The next town isn’t for like twenty miles! It’s already 3:00, and we have practice in the morning, Andrew.”

“Okay, well I guess we’ll just be late.”

Neil has no words. His mouth drops open in shock, absolutely aghast that Andrew thinks this is an acceptable solution.

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anonymous asked:

P1/2 I'm curious what you think of the MM deal after experiencing ECCC. From an outside perspective who's never met SC I keep on going back to recaps. Sam seems like such a sweetie & a real gentlemen. To all the women there but especially Cait. For arguments sake let's say they're just friends. I imagine that means he'd treat his gf even more special, which doesn't fit the MM mold. Not only w/ how they seemed in pics but given all that's happened online & reactions (or non reactions) by him..

P2/2..I can’t fathom the guy who seems like superman in terms of treatment specifically of his female friends to not be more into a SO. It’s not just respect in terms of what ppl say when they meet him but you can tell w/ what he posts & everything that it seems genuine & not a show for fans while at cons to make a good impression. Given the image that’s being pushed of Sam in S/MM & the image you see of Sam while seeing SC in person, how does that affect what you think of the whole thing?


I swore to myself I wouldn’t answer any more messages about MM so I’m saying this once and then hopefully never again. I think, if Sam is dating Mackenzie, then 95% of his behavior this weekend alone was inappropriate. Same with Caitriona’s behavior if Sam has a girlfriend, never mind everything else that’s happened just in the last month or two. Throwing things at his head from across the room? Calling him her partner in crime (which is exactly what he called her 5 months ago)? Talking about taking care of him and giving him vitamins to keep him healthy? She’s not doing that for the fanbase, let’s be real. And she’s not doing it for another woman either. That plus the number of times Sam mentioned that they had been told what to say in response to certain questions? 

After this weekend, I am firmly aboard the Mackenzie is 100% being paid to show up with Sam at random work related events ship. He’s obliged, maybe contractually maybe just to appease his bosses for a certain length of time, to show up in random public areas with this woman for some reason. I’m comfortable enough with this theory to say that Sam and Mackenzie, at this point, are probably friends and she is 100% benefitting from this setup more than he is. Do I think it goes anywhere beyond that? After seeing the way Sam gazes at Cait, after hearing and SEEING with my own eyeballs how attentive and aware of her he is (and vice versa) and how fucking HAPPY and content they are when the other is nearby - like lit the fuck up happy and content - I think there’s pretty much zero doubt left in my mind that they’re together. 

As a bonus and I know it sounds ridiculous to say: they have an aura about them. Like they are SO in tune with each other, so incredibly aware of one another and in sync with each other, perhaps without realizing it. It goes way, way beyond just being best friends. It’s this completely untouchable and unbreakable bond between them and it shows. It shows in their body language, in the way they respond, react and listen to one another, in their natural give and take with one another and in the way they look at each other. Goddamn the way they look at each other. It’s in the livestream - they had entire conversations multiple times just by looking at each other. You can SEE it. There’s no boundaries between them. In the way that only two people who have been incredibly intimate, both physically and emotionally, with each other can have. I really honestly believe Sam would do anything for Cait and vice versa, even though she’d never admit it to us at least. So there ya have it. I’m never fucking getting off this ship :)

Wicked Lyric Meme
  • "Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"
  • "No one mourns the wicked."
  • "The good man scorns the wicked."
  • "Goodness knows, the wickeds lives are only."
  • "Goodness knows, the wicked die alone."
  • "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
  • "Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty."
  • "Woe to those who spurn what goodness they are shown."
  • "Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."
  • "My future is unlimited."
  • "What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
  • "Let's just say, I loathe it all."
  • "Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl."
  • "There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation."
  • "I will be loathing you my whole life long."
  • "These things are sent to try us."
  • "The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."
  • "Life's more painless for the brainless."
  • "It's just life, so keep dancing through."
  • "Life is fraughtless for the thoughtless."
  • "Those who don't try never look foolish."
  • "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there. Waiting. All night."
  • "It's clear we deserve each other."
  • "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night."
  • "Black is this year's pink."
  • "I've got something to confess. A reason, well, why I asked you here tonight."
  • "We deserve each other. Don't we?"
  • "I've decided to make you my new project."
  • "When someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over."
  • "You're gonna be popular!"
  • "I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce."
  • "I'll help you be popular!"
  • "Don't be offended by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis."
  • "Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh!"
  • "It's not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed."
  • "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl."
  • "Don't dream too far."
  • "Don't lose sight of who you are."
  • "Wishing only wounds the heart."
  • "One short day full of so much to do."
  • "I think we've found the place where we belong."
  • "One short day to have a lifetime of fun."
  • "I am a sentimental man who's always longed to be a father."
  • "I think everyone deserves the chance to fly."
  • "Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle!"
  • "I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever."
  • "I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission to feed your own ambition."
  • "I don't want it- no- I can't want it anymore."
  • "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same."
  • "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game."
  • "It's time to try defying gravity."
  • "Can't I make you understand youre having delusions of grandeur?"
  • "I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so."
  • "Some things I cannot change but til I try, I'll never know."
  • "If that's love it comes at much too high a cost."
  • "I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it."
  • "If in flying solo, at least I'm flying free."
  • "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
  • "People are so empty headed, they'll believe anything."
  • "I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an elected official."
  • "There isn't a spell for everything."
  • "Finally from these powers, something good."
  • "Surely now I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving here tonight."
  • "I've got to go appeal to her. Express the way I feel for her."
  • "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you."
  • "I never asked for this or planned it in advance."
  • "If you insist I will be wonderful."
  • "Where I'm from we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."
  • "A rich man's a thief or a philanthropist."
  • "Is one a crusader or a ruthless invader?"
  • "It's all in which label is able to persist."
  • "I need help believing you're with me tonight."
  • "My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you with you wanting me."
  • "I'll make every last moment last as long as you're mine."
  • "Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes."
  • "Somehow I've fallen under your spell."
  • "Say there's no future for us as a pair."
  • "Know I'll be here holding you as long as you're mine."
  • "It's just...for the first time, I feel wicked."
  • "Let his flesh not be torn."
  • "Let his blood leave no stain."
  • "Let him never die."
  • "You're the latest victim of my greatest achievment in a long career of distress."
  • "No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."
  • "Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?"
  • "No good deed will I do again!"
  • "Wickedness must be punished. Evil effectively eliminated."
  • "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn."
  • "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them."
  • "I know I'm wrong am today because I knew you."
  • "Who can say if I've been changed for the better."
  • "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
  • "So much of me is made of what I learned from you."
  • "I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for."

anonymous asked:

SteveTony "I'm so glad you're back!" (Happy please!!!) [star anon]

Tony huffed, rolling on to his stomach on the couch, hand trailing listlessly against the soft carpet on the floor.

He was bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored

Everyone was gone. Off. Away. On trips or business or fucking murder sprees, for all he knew.

Did he mention he was bored?

So fucking bored.

“Unnnnnghh,” he groaned into the pillow, sitting wondering what the fuck he’d used to do with his time when there hadn’t been Asgardians to clamber over or birds to irritate or Supersoliders to make out with.

He’d just… done stuff. On his own. Happily. Like, he’d enjoyed the solitude? This whole tower and it was only him and he’d… liked it?


Or at least, a more apt term would be he just hadn’t really known what he was missing out on. 

But that was a sad thought. So… moving on.


“JARVIS,” Tony mumbled into the pillow, “’m gonna need you to do a search.”

“What are the parameters, sir?” And Tony could hear the amusement in his synthesised voice, damn him, stupid smug bastard.

“Just. Search. I literally don’t care. Aliens? Tech? Funny-shaped vegetables? Do not give a fuck. Just hit me.”

“Perhaps you would like to see a bioscan of the tower, sir?” JARVIS answered after a short pause, and Tony heard the tiny zipping noise as a hologram popped into life in front of him.

He schooled his face into one of disgust and directed it toward the ceiling (dammit Steve, that one was on you). “Uh. No? I wouldn’t, not even slightly, what the fuc-”

When his eyes focused on the image, however, he decided he’d changed his mind.

“Steve!” he squealed (Manly squeal. Manly squeal of manliness because he was Tony Fucking Stark, Fuck you), rolling off the couch in one swift and clumsy motion before scrabbling to his feet like an excited child and hurling himself in the direction of the elevator where Steve’s thermoscan was registering.


Steve had been gone three days. And Tony… may have… missed him slightly.


(There was a pillow encased with Steve’s jumper and Tony had been fiddling with the tags around his neck for about 70 of the seventy-two hours he’d been gone, but that was irrelevant.)


Tony was hurrying toward the direction of the elevator, but by the time he reached it, Steve was already stepping out of it, duffel strung over his shoulder and suit looking a little worse for wear. He seemed tired, but altogether okay from Tony’s first initial assessment.

Quickly delving a little deeper, Tony let his gaze fall carefully across Steve’s body, making sure there were no obvious injuries to be seen. Steve still hadn’t spotted him, but once Tony had decided that his boyfriend was in good condition and wouldn’t topple over if Tony was too enthusiastic, he made sure to rectify that.

Without a word, he skidded around the corner, crossing the corridor in 7 quick strides before he broke out into a beam and threw himself into Steve’s arms, knowing Steve would catch him.

He did. With a lovely, deep laugh to accompany it.

Tony didn’t say anything, immediately dropping his head and kissing Steve hard, hot and heavy. Steve was holding him by the ass, and Tony practically whimpered as Steve squeezed, smile evident on his lips as he answered immediately.

“ I am… so… glad you’re back,” Tony mumbled, stifling a groan of delight against Steve’s neck as he bit down, sucking a mark just above the collar where he’d at least be able to see it for a few hours before it healed (-again, dammit Steve).

“Mmm, me too- if I knew this was the reception I’d be-” Steve was cut off by his own voice breaking when Tony tugged on his hair a bit, pulling his head up and leaving more neck for Tony to kiss.

“You were saying,” Tony said wryly, bringing his head up a little to press a feather-light kiss against Steve’s bottom lip.

“If I knew this was the reception I get every time I leave for a while, I might head off more often,” Steve said, voice low as he stepped to the side and twisted, pressing Tony up against the wall.

“Uhhh, no. I was bored out of my god damn skull without you, Rogers, this is not allowed to happen again,” Tony argued, poking a finger into Steve’s chest accusingly.

Steve grinned, raising an eyebrow and lifting his head up from where it had been previously getting busy with Tony’s jaw in order to stare smugly. “You mean you missed me.”

“No? What fucking nonsense, I-”

“I will literally strip off down to my bare ass, right now in the corridor, if there is not an object of my possession somewhere in or on our bed.”

Tony opened his mouth- then spewed sullen curses at Steve as he let his hands wander and attempt to bring that fantasy to life, despite the fact that Steve was actually correct (DAMMIT STEVE)

“Ah ah ah, you lose, you don’t get me naked. Yet.” Steve grabbed his wrists, stupid smug bastard, and then turned them upward, pressing his mouth against Tony’s pulse. “If it helps, I missed you too.”

Tony softened a little, pressing a light kiss to Steve’s lips, then another, then another-

“Okay, can I please show you how much I missed you, right now,” Steve mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as he hiked Tony a little higher up against him.

“Yep, yep, I agree- JARVIS, take us up to our room,” Tony called out, trying to talk through Steve’s mouth and hoping JARVIS would get him anyway.

He did. Because it was JARVIS, for fuck’s sake.


Seriously though- three days without Steve?

Dull.

He was definitely going to spend a while in their room making up for lost time.

Three days. God. Ridiculous.

katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 


Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.

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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"

sophies-sideshow  asked:

Fic titlefor zoop bc im trash: "Fairest and Fallen" gud luk

The Fairest and the Fallen (and those who followed)

Judy wanted to be a Knight.

Nick wanted to be left alone.

Neither would really get what they wanted.


Here. Take my messy excuse of a story! I needed some practice between writing practicum and this is what I could come up with! It’s a little… nonsensical. But it’s the cause of sleepless nights, grad school, and a test tomorrow morning that I haven’t nearly studied enough for.

Enjoy!


He is a thief, and she is a…

She is what she is. And she tells him, as she waves a sword in his face, that she’s a knight.

“A knight, huh?” He scoffs, and jingles the cuffs she’d ceremoniously slapped onto his wrists. They were rusted and red, and he hoped that whatever that was wasn’t blood but he had a sneaky suspicion-

She breaks him from his reveries. “You’re coming with me.” The daggers at her belt aren’t tied correctly, and they clink together when she turns on her heel. “The King has an order out for you. First knight to bring you back gets the reward.”

“First Knight.” He followed her, falling into step cheerfully. “I don’t think he said First Bunny. Do you get cuteness points or something?”

She spun round, and her sword was back. Held incorrectly, he noted. One swat of his paws and that thing would go flying halfway across the little crushed shell path they were standing on. He smiled, giving his reflection on the blade a little how-do-you-do. “Don’t” she intones, “call me cute.”

“Fine. Adorable. Endearing. Small and fluffy. Doesn’t matter. You’re still all of the above. And Knight hardly qualifies.”

She looks like she wants to cut him down. He doubted she could. But. Still. The look was almost enough. Then, with a haughty little puff of air, she collected herself up. The seashells under her feet rattled when she began to walk again. “Just… let’s go. I don’t have time for this.”

“Two weeks walk to the King’s. You’ve got plenty of time for me, Fluff.”

He’s right. And she’s regretting it dearly.

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I'm Right Here // Archie Andrews

Maybe like the season finale where she hear Vernonia and Archie confess to Betty and Jughead they kissed a few times and they ask Betty and Jughead not to say anything to the reader so the reader runs out of the school and she decided to avoided all 4 of them the only people she talks to is Cheryl and Kevin. Maybe a month later Archie decided to finally talk to the reader and then they somehow finally get back together

Phew, I’m trying to smash these out but it’s the balance of writing them to make them long and writing them to make them good, I’m struggling but I’m slowly getting there. But anyway, here’s another Archie imagine. Love you all 💕🌸

⚠️WARNING⚠️ - SEASON FINALE SPOILERS!!

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To say the least, I was a coward. Why you ask? Because I’ve been having an internal debate with myself on whether to tell Archie that I loved him. I’ve chickened out 3 times already, never finding the perfect moment. Now, I was trying to grow a pair, suck it up and admit it to him.

I sighed, clutching my books to my chest as I went to go find Archie and the others, who were probably in the common room.

Alright Y/N, you’ve got this; pull him aside, tell him you love him, then run like hell.

It was simple, but affective.

I took a deep breath, blowing it out before I could hear talking coming from a vacant classroom. I frowned, stopping my escapade to listen in on the conversation. I saw the back of Jughead’s beanie, who was with Betty, Veronica and Archie.

What the hell were they doing?

I leaned closer to the door, making sure I wasn’t going to be seen.

’…wait - how long for?’ I heard Betty asked.

‘Well, there’s been a few times where we’ve kissed, but that’s it.’ Veronica answered. What were they referring to?

'Does Y/N know any of this?’ Jughead interjected.

'No,’ Archie answered. 'Y/N doesn’t find out. It’ll break her heart.’

Suddenly, two and two clicked together as I finally figured out what they meant.

Veronica and Archie had kissed. Archie had cheated on me, on more then one occasion.

I bit my lip, feeling my vision starting to go blurry from the oncoming tears that had already began cascading down my cheeks. I can’t believe they’d do this, and keep it from me.

'Archie…you have to, or I will.’ Betty warned.

'She can’t find out, Betty…I don’t want to hurt Y/N.’ Archie pleaded.

I heard Betty sigh, 'Fine, but, you’re already too late, Archie.’

I stood away from the door, turning around to walk to the girls bathroom. I wiped my cheeks, trying to hide my emotions from everyone in the hallway.

'Hey, Y/N!’ I heard someone call behind me, 'Have you seen where…’ I looked up to see Kevin, who looked down at me with sad eyes. 'What’s wrong, Y/N? What happened?’ Kevin asked, grabbing my shoulders as I shook my head.

'He cheated on me with Veronica, Kev.’ I answered simply, feeling him pull me in for a hug.

'I’m so sorry, Y/N…everything’s going to be okay, I promise.’ He soothed, looking down at my face.

I felt so broken, betrayed…how could I even look any of them in the eye? All of them making a pact not to tell me that Archie and Veronica have kissed, not just once, behind my back.

'Kev, Y/N!’ I looked over Kev’s shoulder to see the four liars walking towards us.

'Kev, I have to leave.’ I whispered to him, looking at Archie, who was giving me that charming smile that still managed to make my heart race. 'I-I can’t look at them anymore.’

'Go, it’s alright. I’ll cover for you.’ He whispered back, giving me a slight push as I broke out into a small jog, getting away from them as quick as possible.

I jogged around the corner, looking frantically for another exit. I cursed under my breath, not sure whether to leave or not.

'Y/N!’ I heard my voice from around the corner, knowing it was Archie. I turned my head to the girl’s changing room as I pushed opened the door, seeing Cheryl looking at me with her eyebrow raised.

'If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding from someone.’ She noticed my tear stricken face, frowning a little on confusion. 'I’ll probably regret asking this, but, are you okay?’

I scoffed, wiping my eyes again. 'You mean, am I okay with the fact my boyfriend cheated on me with one of my friends? Yeah, I’m totally okay.’ I replied sarcastically and sniffled, leaning against the wall.

'Let me guess; Archie and Ronnie?’ She questioned, standing in front of me. I nodded, biting my lip. 'I’m sorry to hear about that, you and Archie were adorable.’

'Not anymore.’ I muttered. Then, she did something I never expected her to do.

She hugged me.

I wrapped my arms slowly around her, starting to feel the sobs escaping my mouth as I hugged her, begging for comfort.

*

It had been 4 weeks since the incident and I refused to speak to any of them, but Kevin kept me up to date with everything that was happening in between the group. I broke up with Archie over text, ignoring his replies and calls back. He’d try and confront me at school, but, Cheryl was savage enough to keep him away, along with everyone else.

I’d sit with Cheryl at lunch and in our shared classes, her keeping me company in these past few weeks was strange, but it was good to have someone around to talk to. Kevin understood why I was mad, but he wished I’d talk to Betty, since she hated keeping the secret from me.

I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t.

But, only one thing stopped me from ignoring them completely…it was the fact Fred Andrews had been shot.

I couldn’t believe someone could do that, to someone like Fred Andrews had completely destroyed me. I wanted to see Archie, but sadly, my own heartache got in the way of a mature decision.

But, that’s why I was standing outside of his house, staring at the familiar home that had now a dark cloud left around it of sadness and loneliness. I sighed, taking a few steps forward to the steps as I jogged up them, staring at his front door.

I breathed out, lifting my fist and knocking on the door. I wrapped my arms around my body, staring down at my dirty, white converse. I heard the barking of Vegas echo throughout the house, hearing the door open to reveal Archie, a very heart broken Archie.

He looked shocked to see me standing outside his door, as though I wasn’t actually there.

'Y-Y/N? What - why are you here? I mean - what are you doing here?’ He stuttered, confusion plastered on his face.

I sighed, biting my lip. 'I’m sorry to hear about your dad.’ The awkward silence grew, knowing that there was so much more that I wanted to say to him.

'Is that the only reason you’re here?’ He asked. 'Because, I know that you found out about Ronnie and I and what we - what I did.’

'I’m here to see if you’re still alive. Now I have, I’m going to leave.’ I snapped, already half way down the stairs of his porch.

'Please don’t leave…I’m sorry, okay?!’ He shouted, following me. 'I messed up!’

'Hell yeah you did!’ I screamed at him, feeling my eyes starting to well up with tears once more. It had been the first time I’d cried since then, over him. Now, I was doing it again. 'You did this, Archie. No one else made this decision for you!’

'I can’t find any other words to tell you how sorry I am, Y/N.’ He lifted his hands to grab and pull at his hair. 'I just - you don’t have to date me again or forgive me for what I did. But, please…I - I need you. I need you more than ever.’ He pleaded, his voice cracking, him as a whole falling at the seems in front of me.

'I can’t date you again, Arch. You broke my trust,’ I told him honestly, seeing him break down in tears in front of me, 'but, I will be here for you because we were friends before lovers and I care too much about you.’ I blinked back my tears, feeling Archie falling into my arms, gripping onto me for comfort. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

'Just - please, don’t ignore me. I can’t get through this without you, Y/N.’ He cried.

'I’m right here, Arch. I’m right here.’ I soothed.

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THE TRAUMA OF LIVING

I: when I was almost three years old my Baby Brother was born. He was sick, not expected to live past the first year, if he even made it that long. While he did, and then some, his life created an absence in mine. Mama stayed with him those first three years of his life, over the course of 20+ hospital admissions. Daddy had to work to pay the bills. I was shuffled. Various homes of family and family friends were second, third, fourth, fifth homes to me. I was always second best.

II: it didn’t hit me until years later. Maybe it shouldn’t matter to me, but it does. We moved down south, my Mama, Brother and me. Daddy was supposed to join us. I only really remember him visiting once, maybe twice. I suppose it could have happened more. I do remember how excited I was. I learned the reason we moved was because Daddy’s job at the mill didn’t look so stable and Mama found work three states away, and he was supposed to look down there too. I don’t think he did. We moved back half a year later. When I think back, I can’t help but feel like I wasn’t enough to make Dad stay. I wasn’t enough to make him follow.

III: parents announce their separation after bringing me home early from my best friend’s 9th birthday party. I am outraged, but deep inside, not surprised. Their anger always did hang heavy in the air. The holes in the kitchen walls said a lot. I blamed myself. If I had been a better kid. If I had been happier. If I had been more, more anything Good… I know now that that doesn’t matter. I felt better when Dad rented a house 4 houses down, as opposed to a few towns away, like later on. It always felt safer with him around even when looking back, it seemed like he hardly ever was.

IV: Dad gets hurt at work. He gets laid off. He moves back in with Mom, has surgery, has a place to stay and recover. He gets better. Finds a job. Mom moves to another state. Takes Baby Brother with her. Better services there. I was already angry from years before. She left me for him those first few years. I never realized how angry I was until I was an adult. I tried my best not to see her for years. Avoidance at almost all costs. She left me again. I’m still second best.

V: Boy tells me he loves me. Boy fills my head with lies. Tells me he loves me. Tells me he lied. Lied. Lied. Lied. Leaves. Comes back. Tells me he loves me. Promises me the world. Lies. All lies. Loves me. Loves me. Explodes. Tells me he doesn’t love me, never did. Leaves. He’s not even dust in the wind. I think he was a ghost. I don’t think I ever really knew him. I don’t think the Boy I knew was real. But he took so much of me with him.

VI: different Boy. Warms my heart. Makes me feel something. Made me think I mattered. Boy’s mother loves me. Boy tells me he loves me. I believe him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Wanting to feel wanted. Wanting to matter for once. Boy leaves bruises. Boy scares me. Boy makes me feel trapped. I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I need to be Something. Boy is always mad. Always accusing. I can’t look anyone in the eye. I don’t exist in just a few short months. Boy gives me a split lip. Apologizes. Tells me it was my fault. I now Know. It is Time. It takes time. All the courage I ever had. I look Boy in the eyes. Tell him I am Done. I walk away shaking. Boy finds new Girl a week later. I unravel.

VII: I have moved houses, not Home. With Mama and Brother, with Help I desperately needed. I cannot handle myself. I cannot breathe. I am Too Much. I have always been. I left myself somewhere. I don’t know where to find Her. Can I ever find Her? Can I ever be Whole?

VIII: another Boy, months and months later. Looks at me like I hung the stars in the sky. Like a blind man seeing the sun. Like I meant something. Boy remembers how many freckles I had in kindergarten. Boy opens up to me. Kisses me so hard I forget how to breathe. So different than Boy I dated last. Didn’t leave bruises. Didn’t leave blood. I didn’t flinch when he touched me. I blink. Boy is gone. Bridge is burned. I’m left wondering what it is about me that makes everyone leave so quickly. Why am I never enough?

IX: graduated. Adult. College in the fall, part time. Faking ‘til I make it. Hometown for the summer. Reconnect with a different Boy. Drive around all night, footprints and tire treads all over the city limits.  Kiss him by the creek and almost fall, I’m so scared. I’ve been shaking. I don’t think I ever stopped. So scared of Touch. Scared of Everything. I’m always flinching. Afraid to keep it moving. Boy stops talking to me. I knew it was done the last time I kissed Him. I was Too Much. I will always be. Too Damaged. Never had a chance. I can’t be Something.

X: I am angry. Angry at everything I Was, everything I Could Be. I am hollow and on fire at all times. Seen too many hospital walls. Felt too much. Felt nothing. Felt everything. Upside down. Stalled out on a racing freeway. I do not know anything. Nothing but Destruction. I will burn Me to the ground.

XI: another reconnection. Nice Boy. Leaves. I should have known. Sleep with Hometown Boy because I’m angry. I want to Feel something. Anything. I want to be Useful. What does mattering feel like? Nice Boy comes back. Leaves. Enter Hometown Boy. Fuck. Here comes Nice Boy. I am safe with him under the stars. I can breathe. I am free. God, I’m so In Love. Safe. Safe. Safe. I’m not holding my breath, but I should. Nice Boy leaves, for good. A month late. Near asphyxiated. It was not positive. He doesn’t care that I loved him. He never told me what went wrong. I know I was the Problem. I always am. I always am.

XII: cue Hometown Boy. Let me fuck my sorrows away. I’m under the influence nearly every day for 3 straight months. I am Empty and I am Blank. Only good for being used. It is better than nothing. I cannot let myself Feel. I cannot Fall again. I faltered. Hometown Boy sometimes looked at me like I meant something to him. Said things that made me wonder. Kissed me softly some days. I lost myself again. More hospital walls. One month behind them. Venture out into the world. Hometown Boy is married now. I didn’t know… He never said a thing. I was a Fool.

XIII: I am drunk. I am A Drunk. I am swallowing sadness by the bottle. Trying to find meaning. Trying to hold onto something. Trying to pretend I am something besides miserable. Let me feel. Let me feel. Let me self-destruct some more. I don’t want to exist. It hurts. All I know how to do is hurt and I don’t know why. I cannot get my act together. I cannot give up the only thing I know how to be. I don’t know how to be anything but Nothing.

XIV: I’m seeking something in all the wrong ways. I am drinking. I am smoking. I am in the woods. With Him. Danger Boy. Red hot, flashing light, warnings, NO NO NO, but I go anyway. I am fine. I am laughing. I am spinning. Oh my god my head, my body. Danger Boy is above me, lips touching me. I am Scared. What is happening? Everything is black. There is a Void. I am in Dad’s living room. I do not know how I got there. Mama walks through the door. She looks tired. Dad looks angry. I am scared. I look at the clock. How many hours can pass without memory? I have never blacked out like this, no. I am standing upright and suddenly I can See. I can’t bring myself to say that four letter word.

XV: I can say it now. It is a word that tastes like fear. Like 4:36 pm panic attacks in the sun. Like blood from a wound. Like smoke. I shake. I am a Watcher. I can never stop. Can never be vulnerable. Can never let my guard down. Can never be made a Fool again. Can’t drive certain streets without holding my breath. Can’t stop at hometown stoplights without waiting for the Grim Reaper. Trying to find hope. Trying to be Something. I cannot be Nothing. I was born to Live and that I must do. I cannot be held down. The world cannot drown me. I will prevail. I must. I can be Everything. I at least have to try.

—  THE TRAUMA OF LIVING- Michelle Bishop

anonymous asked:

I'm so sic and tired of the same hp tropes. Have you read anything weird, cross? Not like, crack, but just off the beaten path? Please, I'm suffering here.

Hmm, well I haven’t had time to read all that much fanfic period lately but here are some that felt kind of… unique to me? Not exactly ‘weird’, just really good and not a trope I read all the time. Also included a few FBaWtFT fics so if those aren’t your cup of tea, just skip past the first four. Hope you enjoy :)

The Cigarette Case by AgentMalkere

Apparently even Gellert Grindelwald isn’t immune to a niffler’s sticky paws.

(In which Newt was not expecting to find Percival Graves in a stolen cigarette case.)

Menagerie by prosodiical

Newt comes to New York with only one purpose in mind: find out what happened to the real Percival Graves.

They’ve tried it the hard way; Theseus has been pressing MACUSA for weeks, but they won’t do anything against the word of Graves himself. Newt’s approach is a last-resort, but he’ll do anything to save the man he loves, and so - he opens his case.

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

or: Five times Percival Graves said he was married, and one time Tina believed him.

When Director Graves starts elaborating on his supposed husband, the entire department is even more certain he doesn’t exist - an author and a dragon tamer, who’s somehow captured a creature that can kill a hundred wizards at a time? And what sort of name is Newt, anyway?

Tina’s one of them - at least, until Newt Scamander, magizoologist, shows up in New York and lets a Niffler loose. And when he realises Graves has been replaced by an imposter, things only get more complicated from there.

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn’t remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn’t remember his past doesn’t mean it can’t come back to haunt him.

This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I don’t even have my O.W.L.s. Between everything I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts’ newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

Charlotte the Great and Powerful by Evandar

Her whole life has been about gaining power through struggle and sacrifice and manipulation of the only thing she has going for her (Charlotte’s a terrible person beneath the pretty face and she knows it).

Charlotte wants to be more than the girl from the cupboard and she’s not above using others to gain power.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort’s Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle’s heart. Assuming he has one.

Influence of Souls by Nia_River

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Hell To Raise by Tozette

All Harry knew that day was that his Aunt Petunia had begun to scream. When he came from his cupboard to see what was wrong, he found her sitting pale and distraught on the spotless kitchen tiles. She was gibbering as that evening’s three-kilogram chicken dinner did a rather acrobatic tap-dancing lap of the room, squawked loudly, and then fled through the window and out into the back yard.

—————-

In which Harry Potter animates the dead. Dumbledore disapproves. Other forces… not so much.

Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of Harry’s Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her.

Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

Rise Above by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton

For once, Harry has taken advantage of his enormous wealth and used it to talk to a solicitor. He finds out a few things— namely, the fact that his participation in the Triwizard Tournament has rendered him an emancipated minor and the last Lord of the Potters. Being the Lord of the Potters means a lot of things, but most importantly, it means Harry can get the hell outta dodge, and his friends can come along, too.

Thus begins the new life of the Golden Trio. They’re in America, they’re in California, they’re in Berkeley. Let the good times roll.

Harry Potter and the Really Round-About Way of Finding a Horcrux by floweringjudas (manipulant)

One should know better than to involve oneself in Weasley Family Skirmishes, even as a messenger. It always ends badly. …Or really well, depending on your perspective.

A Lightning’s Tale by Riddle_Master_101

Harry Potter is abruptly thrown into a different world upon receiving his letter from Hogwarts. Danger stalks him at every turn, light and dark are locked in a constant, eternal battle, and weaving it all together is this substance called magic…