i mean look at that pretty blue sky

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry
No, I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

This wasn’t supposed to be a red and blue thing but like… that’s just how the sky is man.
can’t believe the night and day themselves confirmed klance ://

Mutual Understanding||03

Wonho/Shin Hoseok x Reader x Mark Tuan

Word Count:3,261

Warnings:Warnings:Sexual Content(Soon Enough), Swearing, Mentions of Multiple Forms of Abuse in Relationships, Characters other than Wonho and Mark are not real. They were created to further the story.(We’ll see what else soon enough)

A/N:I’m glad to see a positive response to this series so far:) Now get ready for some real confliiict. I love writing dialogue. This chapter is real angsty. I didn’t completely proofread it because I’m sleepy so sorry for typos

The gifs do not belong to me. Credit to the owners:)

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You ran to the library, making no stops on the way. There was heat flooding your cheeks and you just wanted the feeling to stop. When you got to the library, you came to a halt, waiting for Mark to get done with his current customer. You took this time to calm down. Once Mark was done, you stood in front of him, unspeaking, just looking at him with a look that showed how flustered you still were.

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100 Reasons Why

BTS 방탄소년단 - Soulmate!AU

Warnings -  polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut

Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.

Glossary - 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06

“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” It’s a simple gesture, his hand coming to find purchase on the soaked fabric of your jeans. Your fingers tighten around the wheel as you slow the car to the side of the high way.

“I just can’t believe he would lie to us like that, Hoseok. How could he just lie?”

The normally bubbly atmosphere has turned dark and the man sitting next to you wants nothing more than to put you back together again. “Maybe he was just hoping you were the one.” Hoseok comments, running the pads of his thumb over the inside of your knee.

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Too Cute to Be Real I

Request: okay um @olgaplaygames‘s request is a little too long to describe, but I’ve kinda deviated from the original request to suit the storyline better, so it may not be exactly as they requested…

Pairing: ‘prophet’!Chuck x Reader

Summary: Reader babysits the prophet Chuck Shurley during the Apocalypse, but over time finds herself falling just a little bit deeper in love with him every day

Warnings: none for this part

A/N: since this is a mini-series, it’s not as long as my other one-shots as they were all usually condensed into one part, so this one is spread thin and wide, like jam! 

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In the future, Rogue killed Sting!

As requested by anon and anon





Frosch: [whimpering]

Sting: Well that kinda seems like a dick move bro.

Rogue: Oh come on, it’s not as if I want to kill you!

Lector: Well I dunno; maybe we should steer clear of Rogue for a little while Sting.

Yukino: That doesn’t seem very fair Lector, what if hearing about this and you acting that way is what causes Rogue to kill Sting?

Lector: Oh damn, this is gonna be hard.

Frosch: Fro thinks so too!

Rogue: Not you too Frosch!

Minerva: So in the matter of Rogue vs. Sting, Rogue is the stronger one?

Minerva: Orga pay up.

Orga: Way to lose me money Sting.

Sting and Rogue: You bet on this?!

Minerva and Orga: Of course.

Natsu: So that Future Rogue guy would have killed Sting? Huh, who would have thought it? I’m totally not acting suspicious at all.

Erza: …Natsu what do you know about this?

Natsu: NOTHING! I mean what? I say, look at how blue the sky is, isn’t it pretty?

Erza: Natsu, you’re really bad at this.

Natsu: [sighs] I know.

Weisslogia: So your boy is going to kill Sting then, Skiadrum?

Skiadrum: It would seem so.

Rogue: Hey! Things could turn out differently!

Future Rogue: I suppose they could, knowledge of the future changes the future.

Rogue: I have no idea who you are, but thank you!

Future Rogue: And after all, killing Sting was something I did.

Rogue: …Wait.

Future Rogue: But then again, I am you so I guess you’re just screwed in general.

Rogue: asdfghjkl You’re not helping!

Future Rogue: Funny, I never said that was my intention, did I?

Rogue: …Sting, if this is who I’m going to turn into, please kill me before I kill you.

Sting: Sure thing!

Yukino: You seem very happy about this idea.

Sting: …I may be feeling a little bitter over the ‘Rogue killing me’ thing.

Rogue: Oh come on!

Fall Fun (Joshua)
  • first of all, imagine that you live in a nice detached house even if you don’t, you know, two stories and a nice little garden at the front and all
  • okay so it’s evening and you’re in the middle of schoolwork/work when you hear a rather light knock on your door, and when you turn to look that way you’re met with a grinning Joshua, dressed in a rather oversized white sweater and dark blue jeans, his guitar case hanging on one of his shoulders
  • and your face would just light up, which would make Joshua feel very warm and fuzzy because damn, you’re cute
  • “Thought I’d stop by to surprise you.”
  • and suddenly you no longer have anything to do because in a second or two you’re jumping to hug him and he’s holding you while laughing
  • you spend some time cuddling on your bed by the window, talking about your days and exchanging a couple of kisses that turn into a lot more kisses and caressing each other’s arms and sides and all that
  • eventually he’d just look out of the window and smile
  • “Wanna go out for a while? It’s so pretty.”
  • you take a look outside and wow he is right - the leaves both in the trees and on the ground are different shades of yellow and orange, and even green, and the sun is starting to set and all
  • so you head outside once Joshua’s stopped you at your door by pulling you from your shoulders and mumbling in amusement that you might want to put something over your shirt so that you wouldn’t catch a cold or anything
  • you give him a quick look and stick your tongue out playfully, then proceed to put on one of his hoodies that you’ve stolen from him (with or without permission)
  • not much longer, you’re sitting on the bench on your porch, possibly with a blanket spread over your laps, and you’re once again cuddling a little
  • because that’s what you do and Joshua loves holding you close (and you holding him close)
  • you’d be exchanging the sweetest of kisses when Joshua suddenly remembers something and pulls away and you’re just left there with your lips puckered
  • “Oh yeah, Y/N, I wanted to play you something.”
  • you’d pout for no more than two seconds because you could’ve continued kissing for a lot longer, but when Joshua reaches for his guitar case you sigh quietly and just lean back
  • “What is it?”
  • you’d probably be playing with the hair at the back of Joshua’s neck while asking that, and he’d just chuckle a little when he gets his guitar up and on his lap
  • “I kind of made a song for you. It’s nothing special, but…”
  • and while he goes on about how it’s “nothing much” - just that whenever he thought of you he felt so calm and in love that he really wanted to put the feeling into notes and words
  • the more he keeps going the more you’re pretty much almost swallowing tears because you’re just so touched 
  • it’s so bizarre to think that someone wanted to make a song just because they loved you that much?
  • so you place your hand on his arm and curse mentally when your voice is all quiet and thick with how touched you are
  • “Shh. Josh, I can already tell you that it’s going to be my new favorite song, okay? Just go ahead.”
  • and honestly the song sounds so sweet even with how simple it is, and Joshua’s voice is really soft when he sings and all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder and hold his arm with your hand as you listen in awe
  • after all, it was a song - a very nice song, at that - made for you, while thinking about you
  • and by the end of the song you’ve probably got a few tears on your cheeks because honestly what is Joshua Hong
  • he’d put his guitar away at the end and just take you into his arms and chuckle softly 
  • “Why are you crying?”
  • and you’d wipe your cheeks and eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie that you’re wearing and sniffle a little while snuggling up closer to him
  • “It was so beautiful, I just…”
  • Joshua would smile with all the love in the world in his eyes and press a soft kiss to the top of your head
  • “I’m glad if you liked it. It means a lot to me.”
  • deep inside you’d be all ‘Means a lot to you? Hell, it means a lot to me.’ but on the outside you just nod and smile a little while hugging him tight and kissing his cheek
  • “Thank you so much, baby. I loved it.”
  • he’d be and look so genuinely happy that you’d feel all warm and fuzzy at the mere sight of his bright smile
  • you’d sit there for a while longer, playing with each other’s feet under the blanket and talking quietly and watching the sunset
  • “What’s your favorite color of the sky?”
  • “Uh, blue? Y/N, the sky is blue.”
  • “…You know what I mean, Josh.”
  • he’d laugh heartily 
  • “Alright, alright. I don’t know, really… You know when it’s pale green from one area and yellow from another, but there’s also a lot of blue and all?”
  • you nod and sigh dreamily as you look at the sky, where pretty much all of those colors and so many more were visible
  • and you’d tell him how you loved to see the sky, and he’d hug you close and picture the sky like that in his mind
  • “I can really see why you like it.”
  • the evening goes on and eventually you start dozing off a little while holding Joshua’s hand, and he’ll spend a while just adoring you, until he decides you’d be a lot better sleeping in your bed, where you’d be more comfortable and definitely a lot warmer
  • so gentleman Hong picks you up and whispers that he’s taking you to bed when you wrap your arms around his neck by instinct
  • “You can’t, my parents are home…”
  • admittedly he’d almost fall over at your half-asleep words because wow Y/N that was not what he was going for
  • he tucks you into bed and probably hums you to sleep and grins when he’s about to leave but you’re clinging onto his arm
  • “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to go.”
  • you let go as soon as his lips land on your forehead
  • he’d still turn to glance at you at the door and smile really lovingly and whisper that he loves you
  • you might not remember or register it but your lips do curve into a smile

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12x06 - Episode Review and Analysis

I know I am late to the game here, I have no doubt a lot of the below has been covered but here are my thoughts on the episode anyway. Tried out a different structure this time because there was so much going on I didn’t wanna miss anything out. 

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rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @miraculous-katsukii

relationship status: single pringle mon ami. (but also entirely unbovvered rn)

favourite colour: sky blue, i think. nice skies make me happy.

lipstick or chapstick: erm. how about the lazy natural look?

last song you listened to: actually it was erik satie’s ‘parade’ for music class, which i’ve linked here. (its got bloody typewriters in it)

last movie you watched: i started watching ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray the other day… i might never finish it though, idk if i liked it. i mean ben barnes is very pretty and colin firth is colin firth, but is it a good movie…still not sure.

top 3 characters: Lyra “Silvertongue” Belacqua from ‘His Dark Materials’, Charles Xavier from the X-Men franchise and Tori Spring from ‘Solitaire’.

top 3 ships: Victuuri, Dekka/Brianna from the ‘Gone’ series (not canon but i wish it was), and probably Sarami right now. i should write more f/f fic tbh.

books and/or manga you are currently reading: “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr (i’m getting back into reading and loving it)

top 5 musicals: ugh why must i choose. right now the top 5 is: 

  • 5)  Waitress (i am falling harder for this musical every day)
  • 4) Hamilton
  • 3) Dear Evan Hansen (see note on “waitress”)
  • 2) Hedwig and the Angry Inch 
  • 1) Les Misérables, cuz i was raised on it.
  • (highly commended are Legally Blonde, Into the Woods, Spring Awakening, In the Heights, Spamalot, Carousel, Wicked, Anastasia, Rent, Miss Saigon, Mary Poppins, The Book of Mormon and every other musical i’ve ever heard ever. i’m a sucker for musicals ok. hook line and fucking sinker.)

tagging: @tododorky @ace-skate-mom @ncj700 @gia-comeatme @rayjinar @que-bae @iwritevictuuri @reddy-on-ice @sujing-sm 

(i hope its ok if i tagged you! apologies if it wasn’t!)

Imagine Being Alone On The Fourth Of July


Title: Tomorrow
Characters: Owen Grady x Reader
Fandom: Jurassic World
A/N: two things guys! I was going to post this last night, in celebration of the holiday, but I was babysitting my nephew and he fell asleep. Also, I’m doing this all from my phone and an iPad, so really, I can’t tell if something isn’t working. Thanks!


Despite the fact that Islar Neblar was located on an island in South America, most of it was run by North Americans. Therefore, on the Fourth of July, there were fireworks.
You hadn’t seen fireworks since you were young, and since you got off work early for the celebration and had no one to go home to, you decided to join the party on the street and watch the sky explode into different colors.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring up into the night sky, even though the show hadn’t started yet. Everyone around you had someone besides them, whether it be friend or lover or family, and, frankly, it made you feel like a bit of a loser. You had left your home and everything you knew to go to Jurassic World. Everyone said it was a bad idea, considering what happened to the park twenty years ago- but you refused to admit that it could possibly happen again. Security was better than ever, and the biggest and most dangerous thing they had was a T-Rex. You knew that history tended to repeat itself, but you had pushed that thought aside.
Jurassic World was safe, and so were you. More safe than you had ever been. But you were also alone.
People began cheering, and you knew the show was about to start. You looked around aimlessly, trying not to seem like a total loser- you didn’t know why you thought that would work, but for some reason, it seemed like the right thing to do. And it was a good thing you did it, too, because you caught sight of the famous Owen Grady- the Raptor Trainer.
You wished you could do what he did. But you worked with the baby Triceratops and the baby humans. Owen seemed so much happier, better off. You had tried for a job with the big guys, but had realized how inexperienced you were when brought to an orientation for each dinosaur.
He caught you staring, and smirked. You blushed, quickly turning your head towards the sky, cringing and scolding yourself for the mistake. You bit and sucked on your bottom lip nervously, watching as the red and blue and white fireworks lit up the sky. You smiled to yourself, only to be interrupted by a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, y/n,” Owen laughed, walking up next to you.
You took a breath before responding, your voice low, “sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I was just looking around and got lost in thought… I didn’t even realize…”
He smiled kindly, “thats alright. Honestly, I was pretty happy to see you looking at me.”
You blushed a dark Crimson, and tried to look away, “why’s that?” You asked, staring up at the sky.
He looked up as well, shrugging, “I don’t know. Maybe because your beautiful.”
You didn’t think it was possible, but you blushed harder- perhaps the color of the red fireworks in the sky. He noticed, and smiled to himself, staring at you instead of the light show up above.
“You always get what you want, don’t you, Owen Grady?” You asked, your voice low and overwhelmed by the explosions in the sky. You were almost sure they were scaring your Dino’s. Despite your longing for something bigger, you still loved the little guys.
You thought Owen hadn’t heard you, but he responded quickly. “Not always. Why do you say that?”
You felt a cold nervousness settle inside of you, and you shrugged. Your voice shook a little bit. The moment seemed surreal. Darkness around you, cheers, humans and dinosaurs, Owen Grady. “You’re always flirting. I see you, sometimes.”
He smirked, “I see you, too. Nothing ever comes of it, really, by the way.”
You looked down, embarrassed. You decided that you could see the show equally as well from your apartment window. Maybe even better- you’d be much higher up.
“I think…” You said, feeling a little chill watch over you, “I think I’m gonna go back to my apartment.”
He frowned, placing a gentle hand on your arm. He was warm, and surprisingly gentle for a raptor trainer, though his hands were calloused and scared. “Why?”
You looked up again, thinking of a valid reason why. “I don’t know. It’s a little chilly, and I’m tired. Long day today, it being a holiday and all…”
He smiled, “let me walk you back. There’s a lot of people out here not paying attention. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
You swallowed, though you did really want Owen to go with you. “Okay.” You said, turning to the side, taking one last long look at the fireworks, “it’s… It’s this way.”
He smiled, walking so close to you that your shoulder kept bumping into his upper arm. He was a little bit taller than you. “You work with the kids, right?” He asked.
You nodded, awkwardly glancing up at him and then the ground. He was beautiful- his face was lit up by the different colors, occasionally going dark because of the lack of light.
Suddenly, you had a question. “Don’t the explosions scare the dinosaurs?”
He smiled, having heard the most from you all night in that one question. “They’re fine, I’m sure. My girls don’t seem to mind them at all. You care about them, don’t you?”
You smiled to yourself, thinking of the rest of the Dino’s. “Yeah,” you said, “sometimes I wish I could work with the bigger ones. I just- it’s fun, and all, but… I don’t know.”
You arrived at your apartment building and turned to him, trying to look up into his eyes, and smiling.
“You could come see the girls. I’m sure I could get you a position near the paddock. People come and go all the time.”
You bit your lip, not sure what he meant exactly.
He laughed, “I mean, like, people think they can handle it, and then they can’t. They haven’t eaten anyone, at least, not on my watch, they haven’t.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow, before my shift?”
Owen nodded, staring at you as you looked down. “Hey,” he said, placing a finger gently under your chin, “eyes on me.” He was demanding, you assumed he’d be like that- being the alpha of a velociraptor pack could do that to you.
“Goodnight, then,” you said weakly, your eyes just barely meeting his. You cringed away from his gentle touch.
“Mhm. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m afraid I’ll have to come looking for you if you don’t show.” He smirked.
You but your lip, losing yourself in the green of his eyes. You blushed again, and he leaned closer to you, his eyes closing. You swallowed, your own eyes widening. But you wouldn’t stop it. He pressed his lips gently against yours, and immediately your eyes fell closed. Fireworks exploded in the distance, and too soon, he pulled away. He
Another chill ran through your body, and you visibly shook. “I’ll be there… Uh… Tomorrow…” You hurried, flustered.
He smiled, still staring at you. “Sure, sure. Go on inside. You seem really cold. Don’t know why- it’s usually pretty hot here.”
You shrugged, “I’m always cold.”
He wrapped his arms around you, “I can fix that.”
Your chest raged with butterflies, and your entire face grew warm and red.
He was right. You weren’t cold anymore- he was so warm. You hugged him back, growing tired.
He laughed, “okay, don’t fall asleep now. Tomorrow?”
You pulled away, smiling, which made his smile grow wider. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
You couldn’t help it- as he walked away, and you turned, you kept thinking: tomorrow. You were too excited to sleep, though, so you settled on watching the rest of the fireworks through your windows, falling asleep just past midnight on your couch with dreams of Owen Grady’s eyes dancing in your head.

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Hartwin. Blue moon + mission gone wrong but oh so right.

Well, this turned out unexpected, to say the least. 

“I can’t believe you’re making us do this,” Eggsy hissed under his breath.

“You two are the perfect team to play this part,” Merlin replies, voice perfectly level, though Eggsy can imagine the subtle little smirk turning up the corners of his mouth.

“It’s a couples’ counseling cruise.” Eggsy can’t believe that there’s 1) posh wankers who can afford therapy and a cruise and 2) voluntarily sign up for it. He supposes the promises of an open bar, two hours scheduled with a couples’ massage, and personal Jacuzzi jets in the baths make spilling out relationship problems to a counselor and equally-suffering couples at least a little bearable.

It’s also an opportunity for one of the couples—a certain Mr. and Mrs. Donahue—to run an undercover drug smuggling operation while the ship unloads the cargo at certain destinations. They’d been under the radar for a long time, and their “business” had actually skyrocketed during V-Day. No longer cronies, as they’d murdered their higher-ups, Mr. and Mrs. Donahue sailed the high seas, wined and dined customers, ran an underground drug ring, and offered relationship counselling at exorbitant prices. 

There are worse missions, Eggsy reminds himself as soon as he steps into the boat. While Roxy’s squatting in a dirty motel in Russia, Eggsy gets to sip cocktails, lounge lazily on a sunlit deck, and eat shrimp toast in the hot tub.

But he also has to be here with Harry.

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Her eyes are this insane blue that mimic the sky. Its pretty surreal. Everyday they look one shade different than the last. I feel like the longer you look into them, the more you know about her. I have seen stars and comets in her eyes. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

When I go to her I can tell her anything. That’s rare. Being able to be 100% yourself. I literally mean 100%. It doesn’t matter. I know she will wake up tomorrow and love me the same, no matter how much of an idiot I am the night before. I don’t need to fake smile and all that shit. Mascara stains will do just fine. I guess its hard to put into words but basically my soul feels home when I am talking to her.

I admire her more than anyone else and it is because she is so brave. She has fought through more shit than I could imagine. And you know what? She doesn’t give up. She has more than dreams. She’s got plans.

Addiction. Months and months of stumbling and slurring words. Months of intoxication. I watched her slowly destroy herself till she was nearly gone. Its weird because no matter how bad it got I knew she would make it, and she did. She wears that glow that only recovery can give you. I believe she was born to be a fighter. She was made simply to be. I waited for her to find herself. And I’d wait again if I had to.

Are you ready for some cliche shit? Yeah? Her smile. This girls smile should be the 8th wonder of the world because the first time I saw it my breath caught. You can’t help but smile when she does. That is the affect she has on people. When she’s excited you can feel it yourself. I swear to god she’s going to be the one to save me.

Most importantly she inspires me to be the best me I am capable of. I never imagined I could have such a perfect friendship. I always thought that those “best friends” you read about were fake, that no one could really understand me that deeply and stay. And than I met her.
—  She is so beautiful and she is my best friend
Drinking is fun. or is it?

Nico was going to regret this the next morning. But right now he needed a release. He had been through too much stress this week. What with college finals.

But now that they were over, he dragged Will Solace to the nearest bar, and asked him to not drink cause he was the designated driver. And he promised that he would be designated driver the next day, if Will wanted to drink.

Will had just nodded before grabbing the keys and his phone and followed Nico to the bar.

Now if you were to ask Will Solace why he went with Nico, he would have said that “Oh, yanno, he is my best friend and roommate. I gotta take care of him.” But what he really meant would have been, “I love this dork, and he is mine. And I won’t let anyone take advantage of him. I am his protector and saviour…. “(This might go on for a long time, so let’s cut it short, Will is a dork who was madly in love with Nico.)

               ~ After a couple of shots of the strongest drink Nico could find~

“Can you paint with alllll the colors of the windddddddddddddddddd” Nico sang way too off key.

Will giggled as he recorded this. Nope this was not blackmail material. More like he would never see Nico be this carefree and cute.

Nico twirled around to look at Will and smiled the most cutest smile he had ever seen, before promptly falling off the chair.

Will dropped his phone and caught Nico.

He looked into his eyes as he said “Knew you would catch me sunshine.”

Will smiled a little, before sweeping down and taking his phone. He slid it in his pocket and looked over at Nico.

“You wanna head home?”

Nico smiled a little before nodding his head and then clutching it. “Ow.”

Will chuckled and led him out.

The drive home was quite and quick.

As soon as they arrived in their apartment, Nico caught hold of his arm, and dragged him to his room.


“Shh. I want cuddles.”

Will spluttered but then grinned, cause the sober Di Angelo barely let him touch him, whereas inside he was just a ball of cute mushiness which wanted to be hugged and cuddled.”

Will nodded but held up a hand. “Give me a minute, let me change into my pjs and keep a glass of water and aspirin ready for you for tomorrow and then we can cuddle. You should change into comfortable clothes too Neeks.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“But you gotta.”

Nico just pouted, but nodded his head.

Will got everything ready and came back to a sight of a shirtless Nico, trying to put on a shirt but he was trying to put his head through the wrong holes.

Now any other time, seeing a shirtless Nico would have knocked the breath out of him. Cause dam those tattoos of his. Such sexy. Much love.

But right now, he just found the whole thing cute.

He chuckled as he reached up to help him put his shirt on properly.

“My saviour.” Nico said as he looked at him with his big brown eyes.

Dam. Were his eyes always so pretty. And with gold flecks in them. Dam.

“With beautiful sky blue eyes, and a smile that can  brighten up my day….. (again with the dorky part where Nico tells Will how much he loved every single thing about his body) and I love y…”

Will didn’t mean to but, has the love of your life ever confessed to you the way Nico did. No, right? So he is not to be blamed for kissing him. And dam those sparks and fireworks. It just made him want to kiss him more and more till the end of the world. But he pulled back. And smiled when Nico whined.

“I love you too. I love you so darn much that you have no idea Neeks.”


Will hummed as he pressed another kiss on Nico’s cheek.

“Now off to bed.”

Nico pouted.

“Well you did want cuddles right?”

Nico smiled and pulled him on top of his bed and then nuzzled into his chest.

Well, Nico did not have any regrets in the morning.

Maybe one. That drink was way too strong. But if he gets to get up with a ball of sunshine right in his face everyday, dam he would take that drink any day.

“So, uh, I just need to get this straight”, Nico swept his bangs aside, trying to quell the doubtfulness of his tone. “You are not some kind of bird hybrid, right? You are human?”

The tall, muscular blond that had a jaw that could probably crush a brick blinked. He lowered the apple he was biting and tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Yeah, of course!”, he stilled for just a second and his pink mouth made a little circle. “Why, do you have those in Amaranthine?”


The stranger blushed, his tanned cheeks turning a bit red. “Uh, here. In the solid ground”, he scratched his neck with his free hand. “That’s– that’s the name we gave to this myth– I mean, place”

Nico took a step back, tasting the word in his mouth. It didn’t sound bad, it sounded like a precious gem. “Uh, no, we don’t have bird people. That I know of.”

“Oh”, with his sky blue eyes downcast Nico saw for the first time his eyelashes, golden like wheat.

“You sound disappointed”

“I’m not!”, he looked up, a little crease between his eyebrows. “I mean, it’s already amazing that I found you– it, that I landed here, I just–”, Nico crossed his arms and saw him gulp. “Just, finding bird people would’ve been pretty cool, don’t you think?”

He felt his mouth twitch and rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, of course. I think I have enough knowing there is sky people, though”

The stranger smiled, all white teeth and Nico felt a little dazzled. “Yeah”, he looked at him like he had found some kind of pirate treasure or secret civilization just in him and he felt a little weak in the knees. “My name’s Jason, by the way”

“Jason? I thought—”, Nico felt his cheeks warming up.


“I don’t know, your name is so— normal?”

Jason blinked and after a few seconds his eyebrows got all scrunched up. “What name should I have? Eagle of the soaring winds?”

Nico bit his lip harder, all his mouth falling to a side. “Maybe?”

“That’s kind of rude”, but Jason’s face soon smoothed out. “But I guess it was silly. From both of us my people are the closest to have some kind of winged species, right?”

Nico felt his shoulders falling, his tension easing out of his limbs at Jason’s smile. “It is kinda disappointing you don’t have bird people”

He chuckled. “I know, gotta scratch that from the myth.”

Nico felt his mouth mirroring Jason’s and leaned over the dresser close to his bed. “So, how did you get here exactly?”

The blond frowned, his eyebrows falling over his eyes. “I’m not sure. I didn’t– I didn’t fall, I was in a glider. Took an air current, thought it would help me navigate more easily. And the wind seemed trustworthy, so I took the chance–”

“The wind seemed trustworthy?”

“Yeah, he had a booming and strong voice, I thought–”

“He had a booming– he had a voice?”

Jason stared at him, his blue eyes huge at the question. They locked gazes for a minute. Nico felt a bit dizzy, like looking directly into the sun.

“You don’t hear the wind?”

“Not like their voices, no”, Jason’s eyes were too clear, his pupils like of a cat, sometimes full blown, sometimes very little. It made him woozy.

“So, storms, stiff wind… just the sound of the wind trashing things?”

“Well, yeah”

Jason blinked again, his eyebrows still knitted together. “Oh, that’s– quiet”

Nico felt his temples throbbing and put a hand over one. “You can hear it, I take it”

“Talk to it, and control it, yeah. Most of my kind does”

Yes, that was a migraine alright. “And you– are humans?”

“Of course!”

“Sorry”, Nico massaged his forehead at Jason’s tone, a bit harsher than seconds ago. “Just, a lot to take in. I didn’t mean to offend you”

“Didn’t mean to shout”, Jason’s cheeks were like a ripe apple and it was now Nico’s turn to blink. “Sorry”

“That was.. hardly a shout”

They looked at each other, none of them too sure at what to grasp to keep their far-fetched meeting grounded. Jason took hold of his feet, connecting them sole to sole. His shoes were made of some kind of thin leather, bendable and light.

“Thank you, Nico. I’m really– I’m really grateful for you helping me and answering my questions. Really, you are too kind”

He felt himself blush again, harder than ever. “I– uh, it’s nothing”

“No”, the blue eyes seemed sharper, darker. “You could have called someone, you could have thrown me out. But you let me stay when I fell– Thanks”

“Well, you are a heavy sleeper. Couldn’t have thrown you out even if I wanted to”, he shrugged, feeling warmer at the reddening of Jason’s face. “Plus, a guy fell from the sky into my barn, I couldn’t let you get away without answering a few of my questions”

Jason smiled, a lopsided turn of lips that made him look even more like a stranger from a faraway land. “I promise to fix that roof”

“You better, Eagle of the Soaring Winds”

So, uh, this is some kind of sky civilization and earth civilization cut ties so long ago the other thinks it s a myth kind of thing. And yes, Jason did indeed fall into Nico’s backyard. 

Nico was totally trying to ask Jason if he was an angel

“They’re still looking at him,“ she said to Magnus under her breath. "At Will, I mean.”

“Of course they are,” said Magnus. His eyes reflected light like a cat’s as they surveyed the room. “Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He’s very pretty, and vampires like that. I can’t say I mind either.” Magnus grinned. “Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”

Tessa reached up to pat Camille’s pale blond curls.

Magnus shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel


It was a situation that was inevitable. One they didn’t agree with, one they could have said they hated, but had to accept if they wanted to go to their college. 

It was either: room together in a cramped apartment and go to school or don’t bother attending at all.

So of course, they had to suck it up. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure i understand the point of having a bunch of different pronouns for people. why is it a big deal that someone doesn't fit into the confines of male or female, boy or girl, that it needs to be this big production?? Not trying to attack just honestly confused about why this is such a big deal. im one gender that can appreciate or like things from the other (in a binary pov) why does it need to have sliders of gender? doesnt it just complicate things?

I saw a comparison a while ago that compared gender to one of those gradient colour wheels, and I thought it was pretty apt. Imagine you live in a world where there are only two colours- blue and pink- and everything is described as being somehow related to those two colours.

Basically, it severely limits how you can describe and understand things. Sure, you look at the sky and you’re like, “yep, that sure is blue!” or you look at a flower and go “that flower sure is pink!” but all of a sudden you come across an orange, and your mind just can’t really grasp it. It’s kind of pink? I guess? I mean it’s like pink but different and there’s probably some blue in there somewhere but really, you have no way of properly describing it, because in the world you live in, you don’t have the words to. The human mind wants to create names for things it experiences because we want to understand the world around us.

By saying that it’s orange, you’re not complicating anything. Really, you’re making it a hell of a lot easier to describe something. It’s way easier to say “genderfluid” than it is to say “sometimes i’m a boy and sometimes i’m a girl and sometimes both and sometimes neither and sometimes something else entirely???” And just like orange never didn’t exist, it’s the same with something like gender fluidity. People aren’t making up genders the same way people don’t make up colours. They’re just creating names (and by extension, pronouns) for things that already existed.

  1. Are you a pikachu? Because you are shockingly beautiful.
  2. Do you have a BandAid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.
  3. Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.
  4. You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t even need to use an Instagram filter if I took your photo.
  5. Are you a 90 degree angle? ‘Cause you are looking right!
  6. Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.
  7. Are you a computer keyboard? Because you’re my type.
  8. No wonder the sky is grey today, all the blue is in your eyes.
  9. Hey baby. You got a jersey? [A jersey?…Why?] Because I need your name and number.
  10. Your like a dictionary you add meaning to my life.

             reblog if you have heard one of these before.

prompt: orange?

In which they talk and it only gets pretty sappy near the end.

a really weird au for kagehina week wherein Hinata has chromesthesia bidirectionally. I apologise for the inaccuracy, and I wouldn’t mind being corrected with regards to this condition. content is unedited.
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Hinata tells him that his voice is so strange. He says it’s because it’s a mix of multiple colours. That his voice can sound like pastel blue but change to deep red in the span of one sentence. That the colour of his eyes can both sound like the pitter patter of rain and a loud, annoying ringtone when he looks at him.

Kageyama thinks he’s had one too many of those wine-infused chocolates.

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