Can we take a second to notice that Gamagori is eating Mako shaped croquettes? Who do you think made those hmmmm??? And that he’s also looking at her! and look at Nonon she’s just like “I see you *suggestive eyebrow wiggle*”
o my personal ace raph headcanon is sort like, sexual things, but not really sex? he can have sex obviously and enjoy it but he doesn't always want to and there are times where he hates anything more than just sexual acts? soz I'm projecting on my bb now but idk i read a saphael fic a while ago that had ace raph featured p heavily and it made me cry even tho it wasn't sad just bc i hate how confused i am and it was like!! holy crap!! a canon ace chara!! that i can maybe identify wth!! i love him
Project on to him as much as you want darling, as your representation I think you’re allowed to interpret him how you feel. Don’t let people tell you otherwise because of they’re views on your and Raphael asexuality.
Hi toni, this isn't really a prompt from your list but I was thinking maybe something of zayn and liam taking photos for their first instagram post of them finally being able to hang out in public and every time liam takes the photo zayn is silly in some way. Hope you're doing okay sweet. X
“Well. If you’re not going to take this
seriously Malik, I’ll just have to do another run of the mill selfie and you
and me will have to carry on
pretending that not only do we not wake up next to each other each morning, but
that we don’t sit there at the recording studio supporting each other when we
Liam pauses, he’s facing away from Zayn as he says it and he
knows Zayn’s about to say something, quite probably snarky though just like the three previous times Liam’s
held the phone up, only to have to delete each pic, well okay put them in folder entitled’ Just for us’, he’ll minimise the effect of the snark by sweeping
Liam’s hair that’s grown so much recently away from where it flops onto his
Liam turns back to face him, lips formed into a pout and
adds. “And maybe when we have officially reunited in a few months’ time
rather than today,” he says ‘reunited’ complete with air quotes, “I’ll
tell all the fans, it was all your fault they had to wait this long cause
someone,” he pokes a finger into Zayn’s side, the pout easing a little, and
replaced by the beginnings of a smile. “Wouldn’t stop making kissy faces into the camera.”
Zayn snorts a
laugh out. “Never took you for a spoilsport Leeyum, and you’re forgetting the
little detail that people would wonder why I was doing kissy faces into the camera and
your team and mine would have kittens at the thought of you explaining that
without lapsing into fond mode factor 3000,”
Zayn pauses then
and sure enough the hand sweeps gently at Liam’s hair, and Liam pretends not to
notice the way Zayn bites at his lips, the way his eyes soften as he does and
the way Liam himself wishes they were able to share all this, share how proud
they are of each other.
There’s time in the future for that he knows, but there’s always
this twinge of regret that sits heavy in his stomach.
For now he’s glad, so glad and so relieved that after this, they
can start to do normal things like tweet each other again and he burns with the
excitement of that.
His thoughts are interrupted by the hand that cups his cheek,
and the smile on Zayn’s face.
“Earth to Liam, come on then, let’s do it, sooner we do, the
sooner we can turn our phones off for the next twelve years with all the
notifications we’ll get.”
The nagging doubt he’d kept to himself these last months, as today got closer returns then, and for once, in this last chance to back off, he voices it.
“Do you think people will be happy? I mean, I know it’s
what we want, but what if it backfires?”
The hand drops from his cheek, and it’s replaced
by a finger on his lips hushing him.
“Stop over thinking babe,
we’ll deal with whatever comes though for what it’s worth, I don’t think we’ve
too much to worry about.”
Liam knows this really, knows that as much as this is what he
and Zayn have wanted all along, but couldn’t deliver, at least they knew, at
least their families and their closest friends knew without a doubt all along.
But this, to the eyes of the world, it’s their first step back
to how it used to be. After this, if it does go to plan, there’s
more not just for them though that reality, that step for just them won’t happen overnight, there’s the tentative steps planned long ago, for all of them.
They just have to get over today first, school their expressions
into something that isn’t filled with love, or at least not the type of love
that they possess, post a pic onto Instagram,
and get on with their day, get on with their music.
Sounds simple right?
Twenty minutes later, Liam’s convinced that if Zayn carries on
like this, all he’ll be posting is a picture of him smacking Zayn on the
head with his mobile phone.
He glances at the clock on the wall in the studio.
“Come on Zed, if we don’t hurry up, then everyone’ll be back and
it’ll be even harder.”
Zayn rolls his eyes. “Okay, but I dunno what was even wrong with the last two
“Oh we’ll have a look shall we?” Liam replies, huffing out a
breath as he looks down at his phone, finding the last two pictures.
One of which is a legacy no doubt of Zayn and Louis having
knocked around together the last week or two even more than usual, while
Liam’s been even busier in the studio.
Zayn doing a wet Willy with the little finger of his left
hand while he kissed Liam’s forehead.
It may just be one of Liam’s favourite pictures
in recent months, and he can’t stop the grin that creeps onto his face as he
stares at it but it damn well isn’t useable.
The other, not so silly. Zayn side on to the camera,
holding up his right hand, the mandala showing while with the other, blowing a kiss at Liam.
And well, there’s nothing wrong with that one either, there’s
too much in it that’s right about it for it ever to be wrong and he’ll send it to his mum later and Zayn’s mum and they won’t shut about it probably ever, but for now, just no.
The thing is, and he won’t voice it because it sounds daft even
as he thinks it, even as he contemplates it, because he’s the man that wore
their rings on stage in Cardiff to prove that they’d never be broken.
He’s just nervous, and he knows it’s normal. It just feels
ridiculous to have nerves when this is all they’ve wanted for so long and
perhaps that’s just it. It has to be perfect but maybe just like them,
there’s nothing more perfect than just relaxing into it, not trying too
He stares at the carpet of the studio, holds up the phone and
mutters. “They’re perfect for us, just not for now.”
There’s a sigh from just across the room,
and he hears the creak of the chair as Zayn stands up, crosses the short
distance and the phone is taken from him with one hand, while the other pulls Liam up to face him.
“You and me,” Zayn giggles softly before a wry smile takes over his face as
he says instead, “or you and I, we’ve done this all wrong, built it up into some
big thing, and yes.before you say it, it is big, but it’s just
one picture, it’s just us, just proving that the years may have changed us
but what we have hasn’t whatever people think that was.”
It’s Liam’s turn to giggle as he pushes gently at
“You make it sound like we’re 84 not a 24 and a 23 year old, you
Zayn shrugs, lowering his eyes before he looks up again,
“Am I wrong though, because the more we stress, the
more we worry about the fine detail, the worse it gets, when all we really need
He stops talking for a moment, pulls Liam alongside him, adjusts
their position a bit so the mixing desk can be seen next to them and then he
puts his arm round Liam, holds the phone up and finishes his words,
“Is relax, imagine this really is some parallel universe where we haven’t seen each other in too long, and imagine how happy we’d be if that was the case.”
Liam pulls a face. “That’d just make me emotional Zayn, not happy.”
“Okay then,” Zayn pauses for a moment before the mischievous twinkle, the one that’s never far away from his eyes lately, returns. “Just imagine Paddy stark naked if that’s easier, now, ready?”
Liam’s about to say that brings out a whole new kind of emotion, but instead he starts to laugh, and there’s a squeeze on his shoulder that turns his attention to Zayn, and they exchange a
glance as the click of the camera comes and
goes in an instant.
Liam hears Zayn say. “That’s perfect that,” and then with a couple of taps of his fingers, he adds “Done.” before he places the phone on the mixing desk where almost immediately the vibration of the notifications on the phone makes it hum on the surface of the desk.
Somewhere in Liam’s head, he wonders why he worried when it was easy as that.
Was always going to be okay, and deep down he knew that.
But then as the sound continues, and soon its accompanied by the text message alerts, he’s caught up in Zayn’s words in his ears,then the lips on his, he knows. Resolves to remember for the next time.
What Derek Hale hated most about living in New York wasn’t the constant noise of the city itself.
It wasn’t the smattering of gun fire every few nights, the gang fights, the sirens, the scream-fests between couples, those babies left alone too long, the fog horn somewhere out by the water, the music—constant music, the almost-constant sex sounds from everywhere.
It wasn’t the times he heard it too late, not quick enough to save someone from a mugging or a bullet.
It wasn’t the kid in 6-B who’s dad hit him for the last time before Laura put the fear of God in him one Saturday night.
It wasn’t the final rattle of breath from the old woman living in the basement apartment who once gave Derek an entire sack of cookies just because she thought he needed a reason to smile.
It wasn’t those times he caught the sounds of his sister trying to bite back every whisper of pain as she cried, tucked away in her closet to muffle the noise.
It probably should have been, but it wasn’t.
It was that all those sounds, all those lives that touched him—often against his will—and none of them were the sounds he wanted to hear. The ones he’d do anything to hear again.
Every child who giggled—it wasn’t his younger sister.
Every mother soothing their son from nightmares—it wasn’t his.
Every time a man barked out a laugh that was—God, it was so close to his father’s. So close… But so wrong.
Every single one was
Wrong wrong wrong.
But New York was the City that never sleeps, and there was almost another mugging last night. Derek arrived just before the man got away, and the woman said something about God smiling on him in the future.
He didn’t believe that at all, but he kept an ear out on the city anyway.
Instead of Henry eating the Apple Turnover, Regina has a change of heart during “The Gaze” in her kitchen. So she is the one who eats the cursed pasty and is brought to the hospital. While Henry is out of Regina’s hospital room, Emma lets her tears fall and gives the infuriating/amazing/attractive mayor a goodbye kiss, a kiss of True Love. Breaking the curse.